#imagining him hands behind his back with a lab coat on

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Machine, I need to know if you're a top or a bottom for the chat and totally just for the chat.

And not for in lore slash game reasons.

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twinges // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ hoshina is down bad, medic!reader, coercion(?), he has a wild imagination, handjob, thigh riding, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, degradation, name calling, nipple play, rough sex, dirty talk, belly bulge, semi public sex

wc ⇢ 5.2k

a/n: if any of yall are confused, he was just jealous of kafka in the second part

The late afternoon sun slants through the infirmary windows, painting elongated shadows across the sterile white floors and gleaming metal surfaces. Hoshina pauses at the threshold, his calloused hand resting lightly on the cool metal of the door frame. His eyes, usually closed in his trademark jovial expression, are open just a sliver, dark and intense as they drink in the sight before him.

You're at the far end of the room, completely engrossed in your task of restocking supplies. Your lab coat is slightly rumpled, the crisp white fabric creasing at your elbows and waist as you move. A few rebellious strands of hair have framed your lovely face. To Hoshina, you've never looked more appealing. His gaze traces the curve of your spine and your plush ass as you bend to retrieve a box, and his mind wanders. He imagines stepping behind you, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you flush against him. In his fantasy, you'd gasp, surprised but not unwilling, as he'd slide his hand into the opening of your coat. He'd cup one breast, his fingers rolling your nipple into a stiff peak as he'd bite the delicate skin of your neck. You'd lean back against him, your body pliant and willing, and he'd press his aching cock against—

Hoshina shakes his head slightly, dispelling the surprisingly vivid image and urging his twitching erection to go down. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low rumble that seems to reverberate through the quiet room. "Oi, sensei. Got a minute?"

You start at the sound of his voice, nearly dropping the roll of bandages in your hands. The sudden movement causes more strands of hair to fall loose, framing your face in a way that makes Hoshina's breath catch. "Vice-Captain! I didn't hear you come in."

Hoshina's lips curl into a smile as you hurry towards him, your lab coat fluttering behind you like wings. He doesn't move from the doorway, curious to see what you'll do. His mind races ahead, imagining you stumbling into his arms, your soft body pressed against his hard planes. He'd steady you, of course, his hands wandering perhaps a tad lower to place a subtle palm on your backside. But you'd be oblivious, as always, to the effect you have on him.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, coming to a stop mere inches from him. Your eyes, wide with concern, scan his body from head to toe, looking for any signs of injury. The intensity of your gaze makes Hoshina feel exposed, as if you can see right through him to the less-than-pure thoughts swirling in his mind. "Are you hurt?"

Hoshina feels his pulse quicken at your proximity. He can smell the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic on your hands, mixed with something sweeter - your shampoo, perhaps? The combination is intoxicating, uniquely you, and it takes all his self-control not to lean in closer, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and inhale deeply. He wonders what other scents he might discover if he were to explore your body more thoroughly, what sounds he might coax from your lips if he were to—

"Nah, nothin' like that," he drawls, his Kansai dialect more pronounced than usual as he struggles to keep his thoughts in check. "Just thought I'd stop by, see how my favorite medic's doin'."

You beam up at him, your smile radiant and utterly oblivious to the way his eyes darken as they trace the curve of your lips. Hoshina's mind conjures up vivid images of those lips pressed against his, parting softly under the insistent pressure of his kiss. He imagines the little gasps and moans he could draw from you, the way your hands might clutch at his shoulders as he deepens the kiss.

"That's so thoughtful of you, Vice-Captain! I'm doing well, just a bit busy with inventory."

Without warning, you reach out and grasp his wrist, tugging him into the infirmary. Hoshina allows himself to be led, savoring the warmth of your hand on his skin. Your touch is clinical, professional, but his mind transforms it into something more vulgar. He imagines you grasping his cock instead, your small hand encircling his length as you pump him with firm strokes. He'd lean in close, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered dirty thoughts into the space between you, and you'd tremble at the intensity of his gaze.

"Since you're here," you chirp, your voice bright and completely at odds with the heated direction of Hoshina's thoughts, "I might as well do a quick check-up. It's been a while since your last one, hasn't it?"

Hoshina chuckles low in his throat, the sound rich with hidden meaning. "Ya just can't help yerself, can ya? Always fussin' over everyone."

As you guide him to sit on the examination table, Hoshina's mind races ahead once more. He pictures a different scenario: you, perched on the edge of the table, your legs parted to accommodate his hips as he stands between them. Your lab coat would be discarded, your hair loose and tousled from his fingers. He'd lean in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hand slipped between your thighs.

Hoshina forces himself back to reality as you step between his legs, preparing to check his vitals. The position is tantalizingly close to his fantasy, and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. You lean in close, your fingers gently pressing against his neck to check his pulse. Hoshina's breath catches as your scent envelops him, as he feels the whisper of your breath against his skin.

"Hmm," you murmur, frowning slightly. "Your heart rate seems a bit elevated. Have you been overexerting yourself in training?"

Hoshina struggles to maintain his composure, acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies. "Maybe," he manages, his voice huskier than usual. "Or maybe it's just the effect ya have on me, sensei."

You pull back slightly, your brow furrowed in concern. "Effect? Am I making you nervous? I'm so sorry, I know I can be a bit intense sometimes."

Hoshina can't help but laugh, the sound rich and warm, tinged with a hint of frustration at your continued obliviousness. "Nervous? Nah, that ain't it at all."

He watches as you turn away to grab a stethoscope, his eyes tracing the curve of your back, lingering on the swell of your rear. He imagines stepping up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. In his mind, you'd melt into him, tilting your head back to offer him better access to the smooth column of your throat.

When you face him again, Hoshina doesn't bother hiding the appreciative gleam in his eyes. He wonders how much longer he can endure this exquisite torture, how many more check-ups and casual touches he can withstand before he finally snaps and shows you exactly what you do to him.

For now, though, he'll savor every moment, every innocent touch and oblivious smile. And he'll continue to hope that one day, you'll finally notice the hunger in his eyes, the tension in his body, and realize that his feelings for you go far beyond that of a superior for his subordinate.

You finished up treating Kafka's minor wound, your fingers deftly securing the bandage in place. As you stepped back, you made a mental note to restock the supplies you'd used, cataloging the items in your head. Kafka flexed his arm experimentally, offering you a grateful smile.

"Thanks, [Y/N]-san," he said, sliding off the examination table. "You always patch me up so quickly."

You returned his smile with a professional nod. "Just doing my job, Hibino-san. Try to be more careful next time, alright?"

As Kafka made his way to the door, you turned to update his medical file. The soft click of the door closing behind him echoed in the quiet infirmary. However, before you could even pick up your pen, the door swung open again with far more force than necessary.

You whirled around, startled by the sudden intrusion. There in the doorway stood Vice Captain Hoshina, his usual easy-going demeanor replaced by an intensity that made your breath catch. His eyes, normally half-lidded and playful, were now sharp and focused, boring into you with an emotion you couldn't quite name.

Hoshina strode into the room, his casual gait at odds with the tension radiating from his body. The door closed behind him with a soft thud that seemed to reverberate through the suddenly charged atmosphere of the infirmary.

"Vice Captain," you began, your voice steadier than you felt. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well, my dear," he greeted you, though his usual jovial tone seemed a touch forced. "I was hoping you could take a look at something f’me."

You cocked your head curiously. Hoshina's demeanor was different today - still laid-back on the surface, but with an undercurrent of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Of course, what seems to be the issue?"

Rather than answering directly, Hoshina moved to hop up on the examination table, legs swinging idly. "It's my stomach," he said at last, meeting your gaze with a look that made your breath catch. "Been feeling some...twinges lately. Figured you're the best one to take a look."

Before you could respond, Hoshina had already started stripping off his uniform jacket, bunching it carelessly beside him. His undershirt followed swiftly, leaving his chiseled torso bare. You tried not to stare, but couldn't help admiring the defined musculature, the toned grooves of his abdomen, the faint trail of dark purple hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

"Uh, I-I see," you managed, hoping the flush in your cheeks could be explained away by the warmth of the room. "And where exactly have you been feeling these...twinges?"

You stepped closer, determined to remain professional despite Hoshina's state of undress. But your breath hitched as he leaned back on his palms, abdomen flexing enticingly.

"Hmm, not sure exactly," he murmured, holding your widened gaze with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. "Figured ya might need to do a...thorough examination to find the source."

His words and the tone in which he uttered them made something low in your belly go taut and molten. You licked your suddenly dry lips, trying to process if the Vice-Captain was actually implying what you thought.

"I...yes, well, standard procedure and all that," you stammered, turning away under the guise of retrieving your stethoscope to hide your flustered state.

When you faced Hoshina again, he had shed his boots and was in the process of shucking his pants as well. You froze, drinking in the acres of bare, toned flesh being revealed to your hungry stare. Before you could wrestle your composure back, he met your eyes with a rakish grin.

"Don't worry, sensei," Hoshina rumbled, the endearment thrumming with intimate promise as he settled back in a blatant state of undress, now clad in nothing but his boxers. "I'm just tryin' to make yer job easier. Ya know how seriously I take my health."

The weight of his hooded stare traced heated paths over you as you stepped between his parted thighs. Heat prickled deliciously along your nerves, but you managed to keep your tone professionally clinical.

"Just relax then. I'll take a look and see what might be causing these...twinges."

Rather than grabbing the stethoscope, you snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Hoshina watched the mundane action with rapt focus, eyes darkening perceptibly as you leaned over him. You were oblivious to the molten intent in his stare, too focused on your task.

Gently, you began palpating his abdomen with probing fingers, feeling for any sign of tenderness or abnormality. Hoshina made a low, guttural sound of contentment at your touch, the vibration seeming to go straight to your core. You frowned, feigning concentration even as your mouth went unbearably dry.

"Hmm, I'm not sensing any obvious issues so far," you murmured, determined to stay professional despite the heated energy charging the air. "Let me apply a bit more pressure and really get a sense of..."

The clinical words trailed off into a strangled silence as your explorative prodding ventured lower on Hoshina's taut abdomen. Your fingers stilled, searing awareness crashing over you as they brushed against unmistakable evidence that whatever was "ailing" the Vice-Captain clearly had nothing to do with his stomach.

You glanced up to find Hoshina's eyes had gone hooded and molten, lips parted on a ragged exhalation as he held your widened stare. His calloused fingers found your wrist, guiding your hand with delicious insistence until you were firmly cupping the rigid length tenting the thin fabric preserving the last shreds of his modesty.

"There," he rasped in a wrecked timbre that seemed to reverberate straight through your bones. "That's where it's been...throbbing, sensei. Mind checkin' a little more thoroughly?"

The blatant suggestion - coupled with the undeniable heat now cradled in your palm - made rational thought screech to a halt. You could only gape at Hoshina, finally seeing the naked truth simmering in his heavy-lidded stare.

Realization detonated through you in a blinding rush, sending your heartbeat into a thunderous gallop. All this time you'd been deaf and blind to the Vice-Captain's not-so-subtle overtures and suggestive glances. But now, confronted with devastatingly visceral proof of his desire, there was no more hiding from the smoldering truth.

Hoshina's lips curved in a slow, predatory smirk, his thumb tracing meaningfully over your racing pulse point. "So...still need me to spell it out for ya, sensei? Or are ya finally gettin' the hint?"

You could only stare at Hoshina in a daze of shocked realization mixed with undeniable arousal. Your palm burned with the searing heat of his cock, your body thrumming in sympathetic response despite your mind's stunned inability to process this sudden turn.

Hoshina leveled you with that same dark, piercing stare that seemed to stroke over your thundering pulse and flushed skin like a physical caress. His chest rose and fell in a mesmerizing display of taut muscle and sinew as he held you utterly captive.

"Cat got your tongue, sensei?" he murmured, lips curving in a smirk that shouldn't have looked so indecent. "Don't go gettin' shy on me now."

Slowly, with blatant intent, Hoshina rocked his hips in a shallow grind against your trapped palm. You bit back a strangled sound at the heated friction, fingers twitching reflexively to curl around his impressive girth.

"Atta girl," Hoshina groaned in rasping approval, allowing his head to loll back as your fingers tentatively stroked the hardness straining against the confines of his underwear. "Ain't so scary when ya just give into it, is it?"

Your mouth felt unbearably dry as you watched his throat work on a ragged swallow. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the riveting sight of Hoshina coming apart at your exploratory caresses, chest hair and muscles shifting in tantalizing glimpses with each undulation of his hips.

"Hoshina...I...we can't..." You didn't even know what you were trying to say, words tapering off into a whimpery exhalation as his large hand found your nape. The calloused heat of his palm against your sensitive skin made your eyes want to roll back in your head.

"Can't what?" he growled, the words seeming to reverberate from somewhere deep in his chest as he hauled you down into a scorching, open-mouthed crash of lips and questing tongues.

The taste of him flooded your senses - warm sake and dark, earthy musk swimming together in an intoxicating blend. You moaned outright at the first insistent lap of his tongue, hips jerking in reflexive answer even as your thoughts whirled dizzily.

When the need for air became too great, Hoshina tore his mouth from yours with a rasping groan. You blinked up at him in a delirious daze, lips slick and tingling and swollen from the branding heat of his kiss.

"The way you've been lookin' at me, touchin' me..." He rolled his hips upwards in emphasis, coaxing forth a throbbing pulse against your splayed palm. "Ya want this just as bad as I do, sensei. No more lyin' to ourselves, yeah?"

With that heated promise hanging in the electrically charged air, Hoshina's large hands settled on your waist, coaxing you to straddle his muscular thigh. You let yourself be guided, too far gone to protest as your own arousal soaked through the thin fabric of your panties.

Hoshina groaned at the damp, silken heat of you against his skin, eyes burning with a dark, hungry flame. "Fuck, the things ya do to me, sensei," he growled, rocking you in a slow grind over his thigh. "Feel what ya do to me. Feel how hard I am, just from the taste of yer sweet lips."

His words painted a sinfully vivid picture, and you couldn't help but rock against him, chasing that delicious friction. Your eyes drifted closed, lips parting on a silent gasp as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of Hoshina's body pressed against yours, his thigh muscles shifting and flexing under you.

You didn't resist when he coaxed your shirt up and over your head, the air-conditioned infirmary temperature doing little to cool your burning skin. Hoshina's eyes were dark and ravenous as they roamed over the lace-clad curves of your breasts, lingering on the hardened peaks straining against the thin fabric.

"Such a naughty little slut, wearing this pretty little number under yer work clothes," he rasped, the words sending a hot, pulsing ache through your core. "Were ya tryin' to get me worked up, sensei?"

You bit your lip, unable to deny the thrill of forbidden heat at the way Hoshina's voice roughened and darkened with unspoken hunger. His large, calloused palms skimmed up the length of your torso, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. The light, teasing friction made your nipples tighten even further, the fabric scraping deliciously over the sensitive buds.

"Soshiro, please," you whimpered, the words tapering off into a soft, choked moan as he captured one lace-covered nipple between his lips, suckling you through the thin barrier.

His answering groan reverberated against the stiff peak, his tongue flicking and swirling over the lace. Each hot, insistent lap made the ache between your legs intensify, the silky friction of your panties becoming unbearable. You were desperate for some form of relief, the pressure and wetness between your thighs becoming unbearable.

Hoshina seemed to sense your growing urgency, his teeth and lips dragging torturously along the slope of your breasts until his mouth was mere inches from your own. His dark, hungry gaze burned into yours as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your skirt, slowly sliding it lower over the curve of your hips.

"Gotta say, I didn't expect to catch ya wearin' somethin' so damn sexy under here, sensei," he rasped, the words vibrating against the column of your throat. "You've been driving me outta my damn mind, parading around in that damn lab coat and those little skirts, lookin' all professional and innocent. I've been wanting to bend ya over every flat surface in this infirmary, fuck ya until yer creaming on my cock."

Hoshina's filthy, shameless words only heightened your own arousal, making the ache between your thighs throb. The image he painted was beyond decadent, the idea of his large, calloused hands spreading you wide open, filling you up, making you ache.

Your fingers found their way to his shoulders, digging into the hard muscle as you rocked against his thigh. Your panties were soaked, the friction maddening, but not nearly enough to satisfy the throbbing need between your thighs.

Hoshina smirked, clearly enjoying your eager desperation. His tongue traced a hot, wet path along the curve of your ear before he pulled back, just far enough to meet your hooded stare.

"Who knew my little medic was such a filthy slut," he taunted, voice rough with lust. "Ya're soakin' wet, grindin' yerself on me like some bitch in heat. I've barely touched ya, and you're already about to cum. Ya gonna come for me, sensei? Right here, right now, on my thigh?"

You bit your lip to hold back the shameless, desperate noises threatening to spill from your lips. Your body was wound so tight, teetering on the precipice of blissful release. With just a few more strokes, you knew you'd tip over the edge, lose yourself in the pleasure of his body against yours.

But then, with maddening precision, Hoshina's hands grasped your hips, stilling your movement. Your eyes flew open in dazed, protesting shock, a whimpery exhalation slipping through parted lips as you met his heavy-lidded gaze.

"Please," you whispered, not caring how needy you sounded. You were too far gone, too lost in the sensations swirling through you, to care about anything other than the sweet oblivion you'd been so close to finding. "Please, Soshiro."

"Shh," he crooned, stroking his thumb across the ridge of your hip bone. "I'm gonna give ya what ya need, sensei. Ya know I will. I always take good care of my subordinates, right?"

Without warning, Hoshina's hands were on your waist, lifting you off his thigh. Your protests died in your throat as he settled you atop the examination table, the cold metal surface against your bare back sending a shock of goosebumps over your skin.

"But," Hoshina murmured, eyes blazing with molten promise as he stood between your parted thighs, "I'm done taking it easy on ya. Now it's time for you to give me what I want."

As if to emphasize his point, Hoshina's hand slipped between your legs, his knuckles grazing the damp seam of your panties. Your breath caught in your throat, hips arching reflexively towards the teasing contact.

Hoshina smirked, eyes burning with smug, possessive triumph. "Mm, I love how fucking soaked ya are. You've been cravin' this, haven't ya, sensei?"

As you gazed up at him, wide-eyed and flushed, his large, calloused hands slid the fabric aside. You could feel the heated dampness of your core, your inner thighs slippery with arousal. Hoshina's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight, his breathing growing noticeably uneven.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, tracing the slick seam of your folds with the pad of his thumb. "So wet and perfect. Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so long."

Hoshina's voice trailed off into a low, guttural groan, his cock twitching against the straining confines of his underwear.You let out a soft whine as he suddenly slipped his thumb inside, his thick digit sinking easily into your silken heat.

Your back arched off the examination table, fingers scrabbling for purchase as his thumb thrust shallowly, spreading your arousal over the aching bud of your clit. Every nerve in your body felt overstimulated, the tension coiling tighter with every pass of his thumb, every teasing circle over the bundle of nerves.

"Such a sweet, obedient slut," he murmured, dark and filthy, the words dripping over you like heated wax. "Look at ya, spreadin' yer legs so wide for me. You're a medic, aren't ya? What if one of the boys needed a check-up right now, hmm? Ya think you could be a professional little doctor while I'm buried inside you?"

The thought was maddening, forbidden, and the mental image it conjured made a fresh wave of heat flood your core. Your breath caught in your throat, muscles tensing, and Hoshina sensed it immediately. He eased off, smirking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"That's it," he murmured, withdrawing his thumb, slick and glistening with your arousal. "You're so close, aren't you, sensei? I can feel it. Yer pussy's clenching around nothing, just aching for something to fill ya up."

Before you could respond, his thumb was replaced with two fingers, sinking into you with slow, deliberate pressure. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper, your back arching off the cold metal table. The slight chill was a shocking contrast to the heat pulsing through you, and you welcomed the dichotomy, the delicious push-and-pull of the two sensations.

"Please," you whimpered, beyond the point of embarrassment. Your body was trembling, every inch of you tingling with a desperate need for release. "I'm so close, I can't-"

Your plea was cut off by a strangled moan as Hoshina added a third finger, the stretch deliciously intense. His pace quickened, fingers pumping in and out with relentless precision.

"C'mon, sensei," he coaxed, his other hand stroking your thigh with firm, possessive sweeps. "Be a good girl and cum for me. Lemme feel ya."

You bit back a choked cry as his palm ground against your aching clit, the friction sending a white-hot rush of pleasure through your veins. Hoshina's fingers curled within you, brushing a spot that made your vision blur.

Your orgasm hit you in a blinding rush, sending wave after wave of heat pulsing through you. Hoshina groaned as you squirted all over his hand, your release soaking the exam table beneath you.

"Fuck," he growled, fingers still working within you, coaxing your climax to a shattering peak. "Just look at the mess you made. What a filthy little slut. That feel good, sensei?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as your body trembled with aftershocks. Hoshina finally relented, withdrawing his fingers with a self-satisfied smirk. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded as they met yours, his hand rising to his mouth as he licked your arousal from his skin with lewd, exaggerated slowness.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, eyes glinting with predatory heat as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them off and leaving you completely bare.

The coldness air-conditioned room felt like a shock to your system, and you couldn't help shivering as Hoshina's dark, intent gaze raked over you. Your cheeks flushed with awareness, a strange mix of shyness and exhilaration at being spread out on the examination table for the Vice-Captain's pleasure.

"Soshiro..." you managed, your voice shaky and slightly hoarse from the exertion. "No more...I can't-"

"Tch. As if a greedy little thing like you would ever be satisfied with just one orgasm."

You felt a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs, your body betraying your excitement at Hoshina's words. Your core throbbed with renewed need, and you couldn't help shifting restlessly on the metal table.

"Hmm, someone's eager." Hoshina's smirk was downright sinful, the dark gleam in his eyes unmistakable as his hands slid to his waistband, finally shucking his boxers and baring himself completely.

You couldn't help gasping as his cock sprang free, the thick, swollen length bobbing heavily between his legs. Precum oozed from the tip, the viscous fluid dribbling over the rigid, veiny shaft. Hoshina's chuckle was a low, dangerous rumble, the sound reverberating through your bones as he stepped closer, positioning himself between your parted thighs.

"What's the matter, sensei? Afraid it won't fit?" His tone was mocking, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of truth to his words. You felt a flutter of apprehension in your belly, your inner walls clenching instinctively at the thought of his considerable size.

Before you could reply, Hoshina had lined himself up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your dripping folds. He gave a slow, insistent thrust, the chubby tip sinking in with ease. You gasped, fingers digging into his forearms, as the initial discomfort began to ebb, giving way to a pleasurable fullness.

"Fuck," he groaned, his jaw going slack as the first few inches were enveloped in your welcoming heat. "God, you're tight. How long has it been, sensei? Too busy being a good little doctor to take care of yerself properly?"

You were too overwhelmed by the sensation of Hoshina's cock splitting you open to form a response. Your nails dug into his biceps, blunt crescents in the muscled flesh, as you struggled to adjust to his impressive size.

"Don't worry, sensei, I'll take care of ya."

As if to prove his point, Hoshina gave another deep, insistent thrust. This time, his cock slid home, sinking into you until the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his shaft brushed against your slick folds. You cried out, the pleasure-pain of the stretch sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

"Fuck, would ya look at that," he groaned, rocking his hips, his eyes riveted on the spot where the skin of your stomach stretched taut, the slight bump visible where his cock was buried deep. "My cock is so fuckin' deep inside ya. I can feel it pressin' up against yer damn womb."

Your eyes rolled back in your head at his filthy, shameless words, the heat inside you intensifying with each rough snap of his hips. You were dimly aware of the sound of skin slapping against skin, the harsh groans rumbling from Hoshina's throat, but all you could focus on was the thick, heavy drag of his cock inside you, the sensation of being filled up, stretched wide open.

"Such a good little doctor," he growled, voice roughened with lust as he fucked into you with merciless, punishing strokes. "Always so fuckin' professional. No one would ever guess you're such a cock-hungry whore."

His words were vulgar, filthy, and you should've been ashamed of how much they turned you on, how his debauched depiction made the pressure in your core tighten. Instead, you couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, the shameless noises mingling with the sounds of skin against skin and Hoshina's grunts.

"S-Soshiro," you whimpered, fingers scrabbling at his back as his thrusts grew faster, deeper, his pelvis grinding against yours in a delicious friction that made your toes curl. "I'm close, I'm gonna..."

"That's right," he panted, voice rough and strained as he fucked you harder, faster, his hips snapping with frantic urgency. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock, sensei. Squirt all over me, let me feel ya."

You lost yourself in the sensation, the pressure in your core tightening impossibly until it finally snapped. Your vision went white as you came, hard and sudden, a gush of fluid squirting out and drenching Hoshina's pelvis.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he chased his own release. His cock plunged into you with reckless abandon, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you with a deep, primal grunt.

"Oh God," you whimpered, shuddering as the aftershocks rippled through you, your inner walls clenching and milking Hoshina's throbbing length.

"Fuck," he breathed, chest heaving as he pulled out. You couldn't help whimpering at the loss, your core still throbbing and needy, aching to be filled.

You could only watch, wide-eyed and sated, as Hoshina stepped back, raking his hand through his sweat-dampened locks. His expression was one of smug satisfaction as his eyes roved over your bare, spent form, the sight of you so thoroughly debauched seemingly cementing his self-assured sense of conquest.

"Well, sensei," he drawled, a slow, predatory smile spreading over his lips. "I'd say that was a pretty thorough examination. I trust everything seems to be in working order?"

You could only laugh weakly, the sound trailing off into a soft sigh as he bent over, claiming your lips in a tender kiss. His tongue swept against yours, tasting you, the intimacy a stark contrast to the filth and debauchery of the past hour.

"Thank you, sensei," he murmured, the words a gentle rumble against your lips. "I’ll be back later tonight for another…check-up."

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Cantober: can you do Yandere class 1a doing a trick-or-treat contest!

🍬 Candy Competition 🍬

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yan!Class 1A x Gn!Reader

Fall Tober Day 2

WARNINGS: Yandere, Light-Hearted, Reader being tugged around, short but cute, rushed ending.

GENRA: Imagine/HC’s

WORDS: 1.5k

A/N: where have I been? That’s interesting- I had surprising surgery and it took all my motivation away, so I have been recovering from that….Yayyy

All weeks lead to this moment. All that time you spent putting on makeup in your mirror, saving to buy that costume, and time it spent to get it right- all came down to this moment.

“Has everyone brought a coat?” Iida shouts above your wailing classmates as they all express their excitement. It was a really nice sight to see everyone so happy and not at each other’s throats. The girls complementing one other on their costumes, taking pictures and hyping up the other. While the boys did the same, it was different. Like, some of them had fake weapons and decided to have a soft fight.

Izuku was dressed as…Of course it’s allmight but one of his old suits. He was explaining the lore to todoroki who stood there with a calm expression in a vampire outfit. It was plain, you knew he just walked into a store and then threw on whatever was in the packet. But, he looked lovely nonetheless.

“Love your costume,” a voice popped up from behind you, following with a pair of hands tugging on your outfit. Turning around you see a floating costume — Hagakure was speaking. You smile and slight shuffling away, hoping to not draw attention to leaning away from the touch.

“Thanks! It cost a lot but it was worth it!!” You shout and show it off with your hands as you giggle happily.

It took a minute to realize what she had on before your mouth started to squeak with excitement, “You’re costume is so perfect, it makes it more scary.” if she wasn’t invisible she would have turn a different shade by now. She was going as Raven from teen titans, it was cool to see it just floating and no one behind the hood.

“I also think you look wonderful” a shy but perky voice chirps. You look to the side and see koda with a shy look on his face, red tented cheeks and a avoided gaze. He was dressed up in a white lab coat, well more of a doctors coat plus all the equipment.

You giggled and reach for the bird on his shoulder who graciously allows you to pet its head, “Dr. Dolittle? A little on the nose,” as the bird pushes its head back into your hand while koda freaks out a bit, but you are quick to dismiss his embarrassment.

“Not a bad thing tho! I honestly like your costume, plus you have so many animals— it’s easily my favorite.”

Suddenly everyone went quiet, all eyes turned to you and you awkwardly shuffled. Tension filled the air and you dropped your hand from the bird who whined at the loss. “What? Why are you all staring at me?” It didn’t take but a few seconds before everyone crowned around you, pushing poor koda away before showing off their amazing costumes.

“What about me? You said you loved my costume,” Mina pouts her lips as she plays with her skirt. You quickly tried to comfort her, “So you think I look cute? Awe baby!!” She went to kiss you before Kaminari got in her place in front of you. 

“I’m a handsome devil!! Flynn Rider, from your fav Disney movie,” a week before this he begged you to be Rapunzel and even though you declined he still kept the costume. He heard you say flynn was hot, so obviously you think he’s hot now. “Don’t fight it, or the smolder.” And he pulls out the exact face flynn does in the movie….How long did he practice that?

“You helped me make the costume,” Shouji lift up his shoulders and moves is arms- he was Doc Ock. And you did help him when he asked, honestly you picked it out for him. Once you suggested it and he planned on doing what you wanted.

“I believe I get a chance to speak,” Todoroki raises his hand amongst the crowd before people talk over him.

They are all shouting now, each one of them getting pushed, many hands tried to grab you, and yet when they tried to kiss you or flirt it went over your head because something else was happening.

“Everyone stop yelling!” A loud and annoyed voice echoes over everyone, making the whole class stop and straighten up. You sigh in relief, thanking your teacher in your mind for saving you. “Everyone pay attention, you have two hours to complete this area. Who ever gets the most candy wins.”

As usual, The Dekusquad pair up, along with the Dakusquad and the more chill ones group together. “What do we win?” Denki asks while everyone nods.

“Two tickets to see F/B.” Mic pops out of nowhere and announces the prize. You let out a streak of excitement and everyone turns.

“I’m winning this thing!” your obsessed classmate glare at each other, there was only one way to get this right- is to make sure you win! Or, win themselves and take you — either way they wanna play tug of war for your attention.

Everyone including you lined up at the gates and you noticed a timer above the arch. It looks real, you think as you stare at the fake town in front of you. It was to dangerous to have the whole school in the city when you guys seem to have targets on your back, so they built a whole small city inside the USJ!! You heard that some parents are here, actors and even pro!heros who have the time to spare.

As the clock counted down in the tenths you started to fiddle, same as your classmates while getting impatient. “Good luck everyone! Sorry if I happened to get competitive.” you shout just before the time loudly goes off.

You expected to get trampled over so you started to run but the area around you changed.

You were in the middle of the street!! Fake houses to your every turn, Halloween decorations in the small yards. “What hero can transport?” it was a question that you shake off before heading to the house on your left.

Somewhere in the distance your classmates cause hell to find you, and get as much candy as they can to win.

“Two lollipops? What are you, cheap?” Katsuki yells at the old lady who opened the door, his friends awkwardly shuffling in the back. Kirishima tugged him by the back collar away from the lady and back to the path.

“Can’t yell at people man! What would y/n say? So unmanly.” kats just huffs at his best friend and pulls away from his grip. All things considered they have been doing well, their bags are getting full and heavy.

“Look who I found?” A feminine voice speaks out, making the boys turn back around. They see you tripping over your shoes as Mina gives you a little nudge closer.

“Mina,” you whine, “I love hanging out but I have to win! This is F/S we are talking about here, I would sell my soul to get tickets.” You try to stray away from them but they block you.

“We can woke together! It’s no different then going alone.” Denki was at your side and placed his arm around you, getting himself shocked at the touch of you.

“We have so much candy, wouldn’t you like to join in? We have more then you!” Sero tries to manipulate you into staying.

So you sigh and let them take you to the other houses, and soon enough your bag is full but you try and push the candy down to make more room.

“I can’t believe you guys,” you smile, “If I win, I am for sure taking one of you!!”

Green Flash.

The place you were standing in is now empty and no sign of you, a gust of wind shakes their clothes and hair. There was only one person who could have made that struck of green energy…

“Deku!” Katsuki shouts but he wasn’t heard by the corporate.

The Dekusquad had taken you and had no plan of letting you go, they only have ten minutes left to make sure you, or themselves won. And they would be damned if they let anyone else win.

“Come on darling,” a hand stroked your cheek and made your eyes open. You saw shoto looking at you, while izuku held you in his arms. “Can’t win if you have your eyes closed.”

“Yeah!” Shoto was pushed aside by a overly excited Ochako. “We wanted to help you win, we already have three full bags.” Iida, Shoto, and Froppy held up the full bags and your eyes go wide.

“Izuku, you can put me down now.” he was quickly to apologize and let you down, turning bright red and looked shameful.

“Next time warn me,” you get a feel for standing again as iida helps you stand straight without getting dizzy.

Over all you had a amazing time with your friends even if they weren’t easy to handle. And when you walked back into the gates, there was a chance of winning. Thought you didn’t win first place, the dekusquad did and promised you the tickets…

“What, which one of us gets to go…”

[exhaslo]

English is not my first language, so I hope I can speak it correctly. I imagined a story where the shy!reader has hot dreams about Miguel, and for some "reason" (Lyla), Miguel finds out and decides to tease the reader until everything ends in an NSFW way. I hope I have given you the idea within the appropriate terms.

Hehehe, no worries my friend. I know just what to write.

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, teasing, slow sex, masturbation, fingering, wet dreams, overstimulation

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This obsession you were having with one of your co-workers was getting out of hand. You knew it was a long shot that you could ever have a chance with the one and only, Miguel O'hara, but you couldn't stop dreaming about him.

Miguel O'hara was the smartest man in Alchemax. He was in charge of nearly everything that had to do with genetics. Every woman wanted to be his, hell, even men wanted a piece of that hot ass.

You? You were part of ordering team. It was a blessing and a curse, mainly because you got to talk with Miguel a lot more than others. You had to get with him to see what materials he needed. You loved it, but also hated it.

Why?

Because each time you talked to Miguel helped you dream of him fucking you raw. His hands pinning your head down against your pillow as he plows you from behind. The thought of his dick filling you again and again made your pussy throb.

His husky voice whispering in your ear, asking you who you belonged too. His balls emptying out inside your womb, coating your walls white.

Drool nearly rolled down your lips as your fingers rested gently against your throbbing bud. Oh, how Miguel O'Hara made your mind wander to the dirtiest parts. It was difficult because you knew something as glorious as that could never happen.

When you got home, you had nothing better to do than record your thoughts. Unlike the past where people wrote in a diary, the year 2099 made things easier. You summoned your AI and set it to recording mode, ready to talk about your wildest fantasies.

"Ah, and when Miguel's hand grazed mind when he handed me the list...mhm...I couldn't help but think how those fingers would feel inside me. Why does he have to be so hot? I can't mutter a word to him about anything other than work!"

You whined and cried as you let your frustrations out in your virtual diary. It wasn't fair. You wanted Miguel to notice you as a woman. You wanted him to ask you out. To make you his.

But who knows whenever that will happen.

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Miguel was stuck in his lab, working on some late projects before calling it a night. As he worked, he recalled you. Smiling at how shy you were, Miguel leaned back in his seat. Out of all the girls who fawned over him, Miguel enjoyed you the most.

The way your cheeks turned bright red whenever he spoke was adorable. How you doze off and let your mind wander only made Miguel curious. What could you be thinking of when he was standing before you?

"Lyla, could you find a way to contact (Y/N)? I want to add something to the list." Miguel demanded.

"Hmm," Lyla appeared and started to work, "Oh, looks like she is in recording mode with her AI. Let me patch us in-"

"Ly'a, don't! That's her-"

"Hah, ah~ M-Miguel..."

Miguel froze as Lyla hacked into your recording AI. His eyes widen and cock harden as you laid on your bed, fingered working furiously against your clit. Your body arching as you whimpered moans and cries of his name.

"Ah~ R-Right there....mhm~ h-harder M-Miguel...f-fill me up~!" You cried out before reaching your orgasm.

Miguel shuddered in awe as he watched your pussy spasm and clench to air. Your breathing heavy as you laid down to rest. You took a moment to sit up, whining softly before complaining that you needed to stop thinking about Miguel since he could never be yours.

Oh how wrong you were.

Miguel had Lyla turn everything off. He logged out and hurried out of Alchemax. How could he work when there was a beauty such as yourself desperate for his dick? Miguel had been wanting to make you his since the moment you spoke to him.

Hopefully you were ready for him.

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You laid on your bed, sniffing your thoughts away. Your recording ended much differently than you would like. Luckily it was your own personal diary, but you still should probably delete it in case something ever happens.

Upon hearing a knock at your door, you scurried to grab a robe. Who could it be at this late hour? Poking through your door peep hole, you gasped as Miguel stood in front of your door. Hurrying to open, you nearly forget about your exposed self,

"M-Miguel?! W-What....What are you doing here?" You asked with a squeak.

"Sorry-" Miguel glanced down at you, "I, um...came here without thinking."

"Oh...Well..." You could feel your heart racing a mile a minute, "W-Why don't you come in...let me get you some water."

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How could you be so carefree? There you were, in nothing but a robe, after just fucking yourself to him. If Miguel didn't have his spider powers this might have been a different scene playing out. Oh, the temptation to pin you against the counter and fuck you stupid.

"Actually...I need to confess something to you."

Miguel needed to control himself. Perhaps he could tease you a bit about what he saw. Perhaps he could make this a bit more natural and playful.

"Lyla-My AI, may have accidently showed me something that is confidential for you." Miguel said as he cleared his throat. The blood had drained from your face,

"L-Like?!"

"Like," Miguel smiled as he hovered over your trembling body, "You crying out so sweetly."

"Ah!" You covered your face as it turned bright red. Miguel leaned down, chuckling lowly,

"Who would have thought those hands of yours could move so fast?"

"M-Miguel-"

"I couldn't help but feel awful for putting you in such a....position," Miguel nibbled against your ear, hearing you whine, "Such a quiet girl making those noises...how naughty."

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You could feel your head spinning as Miguel pressed his body against yours. The warmth of his body engulfing yours as his voice whispered against your ear. Everything about this scene was making you wet.

"How long have you been thinking about me?" Miguel chuckled as his hands circled around your waist,

"Mhm~ A long time," You admitted, feeling flustered by his teasing.

"Oh? Do you touch yourself like that every night?"

Your robe was starting to come undone as your body went on full display for Miguel. His head against your head, causing you to press your chest against his.

"Y-Yes," You stuttered.

"How naughty."

Miguel chuckled once more as he kissed your neck. Your robe had fallen on the floor and Miguel's hands were firmly on your waist. His leg pushed forward, causing your pussy to sit against it. You whimpered a whine as he kept pushing his leg against your wet cunt.

"What an honest body," Miguel hummed as his hands grouped your breasts, "And here I was about to ask if you want me to stop."

"No." You begged before tugging against his sleeve, "Please...Please fuck me."

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This was heaven on earth. Never had you thought this moment was ever going to happen.

However, you expected it a lot faster and rougher than this.

"A-Ah~ M-Miguel~~" You cried out.

Miguel was hovered over your naked body like a god. Your legs were thrown over his shoulder and his cock was deep inside you. Miguel's body was even more perfect than you ever dreamed of. His dick was far bigger than your wildest dreams.

"Hm? Don't like it slow?" Miguel chuckled lowly as he slowly pulled out with a grunt, "Your pussy is sucking me in so much. Thought I give it a nice treat."

"Hah~ s-so deep..." You whimpered as he pushed himself back in.

Miguel's slow movements was making your body heated. The tight knot in your stomach was far different from what you've ever done to yourself. His dick was kissing every part of your pussy you didn't even know existed.

"Awe, about to cum?" Miguel asked as you shivered from his slow thrust.

You wanted him to ravish you. You wanted him to make you see stars, not make you go crazy. Gasping as Miguel rubbed your clit, you cried as you gushed all over his cock. Your walls sucking him in more, begging for him to fill you.

Miguel could only chuckle as he kissed your body. His hands roaming everywhere as you calmed down from your high. Miguel pressed his hips closer, hitting you deeper than what he was prior. You flung your head back, moaning in pleasure.

"Is this everything you've ever dreamed of?" Miguel asked with a soft pant.

"Mhm~"

You were squirming slightly as Miguel continued his slow, yet deep thrusts inside you. Your vision was slightly blurry as your body started to shiver, but you could have sworn that Miguel was groaning. He wanted to go faster too.

"M-Miguel...y-you can...mhm~ go r-rough~" You cooed. Miguel licked your neck, biting against it softly,

"You better not regret it then."

Before you could say a word, you gasped and moaned loudly as Miguel's pace became rough. His dick slamming into your gummy walls, making loud lewd sounds filled the room. Your juices soaking the bed sheets under you as he kept hitting that sweet spot you've gone nuts over.

Your moans became loud and pornographic as Miguel gave you no time to rest. You had cummed again, coating his cock white as he continued to ram into you. You body shaking and jolting with each thrust as your sensitivity grew.

"How lewd," Miguel groaned against your ear as his hips slapped into yours, "Don't know bout you, but I wouldn't mind getting used to this."

"Ah~ Mhm~ Y-Yes!" You cried out.

Miguel chuckled as you started to arch your back. Your expression getting more expressive as you started to get fucked out. Biting his lower lip, Miguel grunted as he bottomed out inside of you. His eyes sparkled as your mouth made a cute 'o' form.

"Now, how could I stop with just one?"

You gasped, gripping onto the bedsheets as Miguel flipped you over. Your head pressed against the pillow as he went balls deep inside you. Your body shaking in rhythm to his rough thrusts as you enjoyed the feeling of his cum pouring inside you.

"Ah~ Mig~"

You were in heaven. All you could focus on was how good your pussy felt with each thrust. How good Miguel was at hitting each sweet spot you had. You shook in pleasure as you felt Miguel cum inside you again, groaning to your moans.

"(Y/N), next time you think of me....call me so I can show you how to feel good."

"Yesh~" You cooed.

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Miguel chuckled as you fell asleep after his last load. Honestly, he could keep going with his stamina, but you weren't ready for that yet. Carefully picking you up, Miguel made sure to wash you up and change your bedsheets before tucking you in.

He may have went a little overboard. But you didn't mind. Smiling as he covered you in the blanket, Miguel kissed your head before heading out.

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)."

Of course, Miguel took your panties home as a souvinier.

You weren't the only one who had wet dreams.

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Hope you enjoyed!

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers attempting to seduce an asexual reader. (Written for my asexual viewers).

Notes: This is meant to be purely humorous and fun. I wrote it for my asexual viewers in the hopes that I can put a smile on their faces. All the love in the world to you, my dears! 💜🤍🖤

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Albert Wesker

After killing two survivors in the trial, Wesker took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Then he slid off his glasses and ruffled his hair- something he never did unless it was for someone very special.

Ever since he had arrived here, countless people had tried getting into his pants. He was used to it, honestly. And while the attention felt good, he wasn't interested in anyone else. No.

He was interested in 'you'.

Anticipating your arrival at a generator, Wesker casually leaned against the hill and posed, showing off his smooth, veiny muscles and glistening abs. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the divine luxury of his biceps.

Oh yes, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Stare at the wondrous array of his beauty, his irresistible essence. There was no way you could resist him, no one could. Any second and you would either come running, or he would catch you staring at him like a red faced fish.

Grinning big in confidence, Wesker was midway through running his hand through his hair when he turned to see what your reaction was. He expected you to be excited, flustered and breathless, but instead...

You were rummaging through a chest, your side to him and your attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Ok, umm... What!?

Wesker pushed himself away from the hill. You were searching a chest? What? Why? What was so bloody important about 'that'? You should be paying attention to him.

Unable to believe it, Wesker watched as you proudly lifted up a flashlight that you clicked multiple times before standing up and tossing your old toolbox at the poor chest. Then you turned around and skipped away without a care in the world.

In the abyss, Wesker was left frustrated, humiliated and determined. Don't think that this was over with, (y/n), because it's not. Wesker isn't a man who likes to give up.

He'd have your attention eventually.

Herman Carter

He unlatches his mouth and head restraints and sheds his torn lab coat. His eyes glow a light pink as he unfastens his belt, untucks his shirt and purposely rips certain areas of his clothes thus leaving more lush, gorgeous skin to shine through.

They say that you were hard to get, But Herman liked to believe otherwise. Being one of the most popular people in the realm, his fame made him confident and certain of himself. If he wanted someone's attention, then he would get it.

Casually swinging his weapon around while guarding his perimeter, Herman kept an eye out for you. Any second and you should be returning to finish the generator.

When he finally saw you approach, he stretched, one arm moving behind his head to show off the gorgeous curve of his back and his strong muscles. His bare arms crackled with teasing electricity as he stroked his body, his fingers tugging at holes in his clothes and exposing the exciting view from within.

That's it, (y/n), look at him. Don't be shy. Bask in his charm and handsome, good looks. Stare at the way his muscles moved. Watch his strong thighs flex and let your imagination run wild. Yes.

Chancing a look in your direction, Herman expected to see you flustered, intimidated or frozen in awe, but instead...

You were talking to a crow.

Herman nearly dropped his weapon.

Are you joking him right now?

You were talking to a crow. Literally. You were kneeling down with a stick in your hand in which you tried to use to serenade the crow. Your back was to him and you were completely submerged in your essential conversation.

What on earth? Herman sighed in disbelief and frustration. Why were you talking to a crow? Were you mad? Look at him! He was practically famous- not to mention extraordinarily good looking. You shouldn't be paying attention to no crow.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get your attention today, Herman sighed and walked away. You were certainly unique, but that only made him want you more.

Soon, (y/n). Very, very soon.

Frank Morrison

He was almost shaking with excitement as he took off his jacket and shirt. Today was the day. Today was the day that he finally got a rise out of you, and he would be the first. Everyone says you're unresponsive to this kind of act, but he begged to differ.

You just haven't got to see him in action yet is all.

Going so far as to unzip his pants, Frank then took his mask off and leaned against the rumbling generator. His plan was in motion. All he needed was to wait for you and everything would fall into place exactly how he wanted it to.

When he saw you come into view, Frank leaned back against the generator, stretching his arms and legs and glancing in your direction.

Go on, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Witness his exposed body and come undone. If you're good, he might even help you with all those flustered emotions. All you had to do was ask nicely.

Glancing in your direction, Frank catches you looking at him and he grins maliciously. Yes. That's it. He looks at you further, his body turning towards you as he gets ready to gesture you forward. Be good now, (y/n).

After a few seconds of staring at him though, something else caught your attention, and suddenly you were jogging off to a set of pillars nearby.

"Hey," Frank immediately protested as he pushed himself away from the generator. Where were you going?

Following you a bit, Frank's hands flew up in complete and utter disbelief.

A totem? You were cleansing a dull totem? Are you serious right now? What the heck!

Frank was utterly baffled. All of his hard work, and you barely even noticed him. Did you even have any kind of reaction at all? And what the hell was so great about a totem???

For a minute, Frank watched as you cleansed the totem and began searching the area for more, not a second glance given to him or the generator. Growling in frustration, Frank kicked the ground and wandered back to his stripped clothes.

They really weren't joking when they said you were unresponsive. Well, Frank wasn't joking either. He would get your attention one day, and he can guarantee that.

Evan MacMillan

He had worn his apron and jeans specifically for you. After he killed off at least two survivors, he shedded his apron thus leaving his upper body bare. Taking off his mask came next, and then he sat on a crate, patiently waiting for you to come around.

Most people love seeing him show off his strength, which is what he planned to do with you. If he could lure you in enough, then he would intimidate you, steal the words right out of your stuttering mouth and tell you what he knew you wanted deep, deep down.

Feeling himself burn with excitement, Evan nearly stood up too fast when he saw you come into view. Turning around, he kicked the generator, putting his muscles and strength on display. Then he grabbed a trap and kneeled down to set it, the air tickling his exposed crack.

Evan knew that he had a good body, and he wanted you to look at it. Look at it and imagine all the things it could do to you. Think about his strong thighs and thick waist. Think about his rough, calloused hands and fingers. Take it all in and imagine the possibilities.

Planning on playing the victim to your staring, Evan turned his head back, fully prepared to see you gawking at him. But instead...

You were looting David's belongings in which he had left after dying on a hook.

What in God's name?

Evan stood up, confused and somewhat irritated. Had you not noticed him? He growled, watching as you tossed out unimportant tools from a toolbox, completely focused on your own tasks.

You gotta be kidding him. This is what you were interested in instead of him? A toolbox? Really?

Crossing his arms, Evan sighed. He wasn't mad. He knew they had said that you were hard to get. Sure, he hadn't imagined you being quite this clueless, but still. It was strange.

Evan watched as you got your tools collected and skittered off in a different direction, and he shook his head in amusement. One of these days he was going to get a reaction from you. Just you wait.

Ji-woon Hak

They say you can't be seduced? Well, Ji-woon would like to prove otherwise. After all, who can resist the practical God of good looks? No one!

Wearing none other than his fancy swim shorts, Ji-woon was pumped with confidence and optimism. Getting your attention was going to be a piece of cake.

Waiting on top of a hill, Ji-woon waits until you come into view and then shouts to get your attention. You stop in your tracks and look at him. He smirks and takes out his throwing knives.

Facing a nearby fence, Ji-woon throws and throws his knives until he creates a heart shape in the old wood. Huffing in pride, he skillfully twirls a knife around while waiting your reaction.

You were staring at the fence, seeming to be in awe.

Ji-woon grins and strokes his hair, mumbling arrogant phrases in Korean as he begins to walk down the hill. On his way, he pushes his shorts down a bit, exposing the fine ridges of his pelvic bones. Then he trails his fingers down his sides and over his abs.

By the time he looks up to give you a wink, he sees you staring at him with a somewhat emotionless face. He smiled, ready to throw out the grand finale.

But suddenly...

Something passed by your face. It was a butterfly. A butterfly that had you gasping in delight and grinning big. Not but a few seconds after it flew by, you began chasing it.

"Eh?" Ji-woon was dumbfounded.

You. Were. Chasing. A. Butterfly?!

How could you be chasing a butterfly instead of paying attention to him? Come on. He just put on a big show for you. You should be falling to pieces in admiration and lust.

And yet you were chasing a freakin butterfly!!!

Cursing, Ji-woon covered his face and shook his head. You really were a difficult person to please. But, no matter. The more challenging the person, the more fun the possibilities.

Chuckling fondly, Ji-woon fought against chasing the butterfly with you. Instead he watched, adoring your childish nature.

Don't worry, (y/n), he wasn't giving up. One day he would steal your heart. One day...

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

Hiiii, so I know I said I’d focus on my main series and I am! But I just had to whip this up after my comment thread from my last post. In my head I imagine this being with Miguel from the game Edge of Time but it can be any Miguel variant. Not proofread, enjoy!

Cursing, workplace enemies to lovers, the girls are arguing 🤭, make out session, slight NSFW (just some ass squeezing) but no smut.

Word count: 750

Masterlist

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“O’Hara! Hey O’Hara!” You called out to the figure that sat alone in the lab room. Your irrational only building when you didn’t get a response, not even a glance in your direction. Your pace quicken, white lab coat flaring out behind you as you close the gap between you and the other scientist. Angrily dropping a Manila folder onto his desk, the force of which made a few of his own papers fly a few inches off his desk. Finally making him look up at you with huff and a scowl.

You two have been working together for the last twelve years at Alchemax, and never had you two gotten alone. Always fighting about projects, butting heads about deadlines, everything about and between you both always ended with fighting and arguing.

“Do you know what this is?” The question was rhetorical, a manicured finger pointing at the file that had the name of your last project proposal printed on top. Your angry gaze on his face never wavering as you watch his tired eyes lazily drop to the folder, before looking up at you once more rather boredly.

“Your last project proposal?” He deadpanned.

“Yes, my last project proposal.” You scoffed, “The one that got rejected because you decided to bad mouth it to Stone.” You glared at him, feeling your blood pressure rising higher than it already was as you stood up straight and crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes immediately connected with his brown ones as he turned his swivel chair to face you properly, arms coping your mannerisms as you both had a miniature stare down before he finally spoke.

“You're acting like this thing-“ he abruptly stood up, making you instinctively take a step back. Grabbing the proposal and using the back of his other hand to lightly hit the folder before dropping it back onto his desk. The pages spilling out from the hazardous manner, making your blood boil. “wasn't already garbage-“

“Garbage?!”

“Garbage.”

You had to close your eyes and take in a deep breath to stop yourself from lunging at the large man, wanting to tear him a new one. Once you were able to calm yourself down enough you looked back up at him. Despite his towering size over you, you didn’t find him all that intimidating.

“You’re just saying that because you wanted him to pick your project over mine-and don’t say I’m making shit up because you always do it, that’s how you got your project chosen last time!”

“Oh please, god forbid I don’t want to work under you for the next six months. It’s too chaotic! Just thinking about it gives me a migraine…” As if for dramatic effect, a hand goes up and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeah, because you’re so pleasant to be working for.” You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping from your mouth like venom from a snake’s. “If an intern so much as breathes the wrong way, you lose it.” You're too busy ranting to notice he was making his way towards you. “And don’t even get me started on how you micromanage everything-“

You were cut off by the sudden warmth of lips on yours, eyes wide as you blinked yourself back into the current moment. You had to be dreaming right? Why else would Miguel be kissing you. You didn’t even get to fully process the action before you felt his large hand slip to the small of your back, gently guiding you to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet as he pushed you up against the wall.

Yeah you weren’t dreaming.

He licks your bottom lip in a silent plea to let him in, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. Once the initial shock finally wore off, your body began to feel hot all over. Eyes flickering shut as your hands landed on his chest, running up to lock around his neck, no doubt leaving wrinkles in their wake. His hand came down to give your ass a firm squeeze, making you involuntarily moan at the movement.

You felt like you could drown in him, he pulled away for air before you got the chance too.

“Been wanting to kiss that pretty mouth shut for a long time.” He admitted between heavy breaths, “tell me how you hate me now with my tongue down your throat.” He taunted playfully, before closing the gap between your lips once more.

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Taglist: @famouscattale @strawberryjuice9 @loser-alert @maomaimao @franceseca-the-1st @mcmiracles @mangoslushcrush @queerponcho

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Motorboats | 18+

Imma be frfr ever since the workout outfits came out and I saw Rafayel running, all I've wanted to do was just grab his boobies and just fejekhsfu. Since the game doesn't allow me to do that, I'm writing it. Anyway, it's unhinged time, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Suggestive Themes, playing with men's chesticles, crack fic

Blog Information | Masterlist

Xavier

This man, this poor man hadn't a single clue as to what you were about to do. It was Xavier's fault though, in all honesty. He insisted on walking around the apartment without a shirt on after his workout. A towel slung over his shoulders and his hair dripping onto his chest after his show.

It was enough to drive you absolutely mad, especially when you noticed how nice his boobs looked. So you acted on impulse. Slowly walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. Your face was pressed between his shoulder blades while you waited for him to react.

When Xavier turned around, you knew it was your time. Time to accomplish what you were born to do. Without so much as a warning, you placed your hand on his pecks and shoved your face between them. Squeezing them together before rubbing your face between them and making an obnoxious motorboat noise.

It was beautiful. Glorious even. His chest was softer than you imagined despite them being nothing but pure muscle. He smelled like his body wash still and he was cool to the touch. Everything about this moment solidified that it was the best day ever for you.

The action was enough for Xavier to flinch back from your touch, looking down at you with wide eyes as he processed what you did. Your shit eating grin couldn't be contained...until you saw a small, seemingly innocent smile grace Xavier's face.

"Is it my turn now?"

Zayne

Your poor, sweet, and loving doctor. Words couldn't describe your affection towards the man as you watched him hunch over his desk, getting some paperwork done as you waited patiently for your check up. Your beloved Zayne...and his abnormally slutty outfit of the day.

Sure it wasn't technically slutty, but as you looked at the doctor you couldn't help your eyes as they wandered down his form. His lab coat was open, revealing a black turtle neck shirt underneath. The cherry on top were the straps going around his chest that helped accentuate his pectorals.

"Something you need?" The man in question just glanced up at you after noticing your gaze.

"What me? I'm just waiting on you..."

Your sentence seemed to finally kickstart Zayne's appointment with you as he got up and walked over to the examination table. He grabbed his stethoscope, ready to measure your heart.

"Then shame on me for keeping you waiting."

As he went to place it over your chest, you stopped him. Your hand going towards his own chest. It was just so damn tempting. Zayne looked down at you with a questioning gaze. You couldn't help yourself. With him leaning over you, he was at the perfect height.

You took your hands and went to squeeze at his chest, quickly shoving your face between then and motorboating the poor man. The doctor was stunned, standing there as you finished up with a chuckle. You leaned back to see the slight red dusting his cheeks and ears.

"I hope you're happy with yourself."

Oh he had no idea.

Rafayel

It wasn't often that you found yourself blatantly staring directly at Rafayel. Normally you tried to keep your gaze at least a touch subtle, but today there was absolutely no helping it. You made the mistake of asking him to work out with you since you didn't feel like doing it alone. Besides, despite how much he complained about working out, he had muscles that had to be earned from more than just swimming. He also had a small gym set up, which sure as hell beat going to the actual gym.

What you weren't prepared for was his outfit. The skin tight, sleeveless black top left nothing to the imagination. You could see the outline of his nipples and whenever the man would run you saw his chest literally jiggling. It was making you absolutely feral that you didn't realize you had stopped your own workout just to stare at his chest.

When Rafayel noticed he went to a walk and turned to you, "Something caught your attention?" that smug smile would be wiped off his face if you had anything to say about that.

"Ya...come over here. I need your help with something."

Rafayel was more than happy to get off the treadmill, taking a break as he panted slightly. The faint sheen of sweat coating him wasn't helping your thought process at all. The moment he stood in front of you, you couldn't hold back.

Your hands reached towards his chest and your face went between them perfectly. You pushed them together and gave them a harsh squeeze as you rubbed your face between them, making the motorboating noise. As soon as Rafayel knew what was happening he jumped back from you, his arms going to cover his chest. His entire face was red as he gaped at you like a fish out of water. He looked absolutely scandalized.

"What was that for?!"

"Let me do it again. Get back here you coward!" You said as you took a step forward, your hand making the grabby motion. You swore that Rafayel's scream in horror was the best noise ever. If he thought the treadmill was bad, he had no idea how rough it would be running away from you.

[weskie]

Relief (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

900 words | hurt/comfort themes | Fic Directory

His first injection did not go smoothly. 

Albert Wesker is a man of many strengths, but even God is not always immune to the trials and tribulations of laboratory science. Especially not when said science is meant to enhance what makes him so special. 

Yet here you were, one of his chosen. But you knew better than to think of yourself so highly; chances are you're simply a pawn. You know cunning and deceit when you see it, and he stinks to high heaven of such dark qualities. 

Excella gives him the first dose of the supressant, a concoction designed to give him perfect control over the virus in his body.  It is measured precisely based on her own studies and calculations. However, pride kept her from allowing anyone else to analyze her work. There's no immediate response, and she smiles happily. 

And yet you know better, because you had seen her work. Compared to your own, she was way off– as you tried to tell her. She’d been careless with her decimals, a simple mistake with grave consequences. But you are lower on the totem pole. Your word doesn't matter until hers proves to be no good. 

She probably regrets ignoring you when his face twitches, teeth clenching as he grips the edge of his chair, howling the first of many exclamations of harrowing pain. 

“Albert! I–”

But his hand goes around her throat in a mere flash, silencing her, halting any attempt to touch him. 

“You– gah!” He snarls, eyes flaring a deep, fiery red around his cat-like pupils. He drops her and, in turn, falls to the floor himself. Wesker hunches over on his knees, wails of agony leaving him as he clenches his chest and head. 

The virus coursing through his body is being assaulted by an overdose of the suppressant, turning it more volatile and painful by the minute. Balance was key, and he had been thrown far from it. 

There is no counter agent, no painkiller, no balm to soothe his agony– for what could ever help a god?  Both you and Excella watch him writhe, but her fear keeps her from doing like you. 

You're not even sure why you did it. 

You sit behind him, legs splayed, and you pull him back to lean against you. His animalistic growls and pained, gasping breaths fill your ears, but all you do is hold him tight like some sort of human restraint. 

Excella stares at you as if you'd lost your mind. 

Perhaps you have. 

A gloved hand grips your forearm with a force so punishing that it makes you yelp. He could break you with one finger, but he's clearly holding back. He could tear you limb from limb even now for invading his space like this. 

But he doesn't. 

“Breathe, Mister Wesker,” you say. You have his honorific wrong– it's doctor– but surely nobody in the room cares to notice. “It will pass, but you must breathe.” 

A growl and seemingly involuntary jerk of his body disrupts your words, but you hold tight nonetheless. 

You do so for nearly an hour.  Against every tremor, against every wave of pain the likes of which you could never imagine. The only noises to be heard are his tight breaths and the hum of fluorescent laboratory lights. 

Sometime in the middle of things, Excella scurried off to fix her mistake. She begged for forgiveness, but he shot her a look that made her go as white as a ghost. 

The sleeves of your lab coat are shredded, arms bruised, and Wesker himself looks no better. It's as if all the fight had been torn out of him and he was no stronger than any mere mortal. The grip on your forearm is leagues lighter. 

He's probably going to kill you for touching him like this. For reducing him to some helpless infant in need of comfort and support. 

His breaths have steadied. 

Somehow you'd brought your free hand up to thumb at his cheekbone. Some odd, inappropriate manner of soothing his pains. 

“Mister Wesker, I–”

“Save it.” He says, cutting you off. Even his voice sounds weak. That fancy edge to it is gone almost entirely. 

He's clearly awake and aware. Why isn't he moving away? Hell, why aren't you moving away? 

“It was in your best interest to assist me.” 

He's posturing, repositioning his authority despite what had just happened.  Your thumb stops moving and that hand around your forearm grips tighter. When you resume, it slackens. 

“Bold of you to have done this,” he hums. “And all this time I thought you lacked a spine.” 

You're not sure what to say to such a statement. You're not sure what he's getting at either. A punishment? A reward? You can practically hear a smirk in his words despite the fact it was nowhere in sight. 

“I can feel you shaking.” 

Shit. 

“Hm…” Wesker releases a sigh, something you've never heard from him before. “Tell you what, pet.” 

Pet? Pet? 

“Continue your little ministrations until I am on my feet, and I will consider your crimes forgiven.”

What? He wants you to keep this up? 

“Does that sound satisfactory?” He asks. “Answer me, pet.” 

With wide eyes and shaking hands, you nod. 

“Y-Yes, Mister Wesker!”

“Good, good... Now, what punishment has Miss Gionne earned for herself, hm?” 

[opultea]

Where's My Kiss?

Genshin men see you kiss something, and can't help but want one for themselves... ft. Dottore, Zhongli

Fluff - Romantic - SFW - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Drabbles

Warning: Very slight swearing in Dottore’s part

Part 2 - ft. Gorou, Wanderer

Dottore

Your husband had been on his official trip to Sumeru for some time now, and before his departure, he naturally left you and the segments to continue the work in the lab. Although you had been working with Dottore for years in his experimentation and lab work, it still filled you with pride to know he trusted you enough to leave the work in your hands for a time, especially with how commanding he liked to be.

Dottore was due to return today, and as thrilled as you were at the thought of seeing him again, you thought it best to throw yourself into your work until his homecoming. After all, the more you could complete before his inevitable inspection of your progress, the better.

You called on one of the younger segments today, many of the older versions of your husband away in meetings or on official business. You knew that some of them were not as happy as you to know Prime was returning, so you let them take their time away. The younger segment, Theta, looked just like your dear lover when he was straight out of being expelled from the Akademiya on account of manslaughter and the propagation of unethical sciences. Ah, what cherished memories.

The two of you set to work, yourself constantly and eagerly glancing at the clock, anxious about Dottore's return. Theta sees this but makes no comment, that is until about another five of your time-checks.

"Ugh, will you stop that! I can't imagine why you'd even be so eager for him to come back, it's not as if he cares about us!" The outburst felt rather sudden, making you step away from the machinery in front of you for a moment.

"Whatever do you mean, Theta?"

"It's not as if you of all people would understand, he wouldn't say a thing against you if you decided never to pick up a beaker again! But we just get all his tasks that he can't bother with, and then a scrutinous comment about how it should have been done! He never cares to acknowledge that we are just as intelligent as he is, that bloody-"

Theta saunters around the lab, raising his arms and yelling in frustration. Before he went too bold with his exclamations, you decided to step in and calm him down. Theta’s situation with Prime would only worsen if he came back in to find him insulting his name.

You stepped around Theta's tense form, gently placing your hands on his shoulders to ease them, moving slowly as you smoothed his coat down.

"Come now, Theta. He's not so bad, and I'm sure he understands exactly how much you are truly worth, he was you, at one time, you know," Theta melts a touch at your soft voice and caress, but holds his grimace.

"Hm. As if the ancient bastard remembers,"

"Hey, that's enough of that," You pout, causing the segment to tense his jaw and look away, crossing his arms with a huff. "Theta?"

"I... apologise," he hisses, but you smile even despite the delivery. You cup Theta's face and press a kiss on his cheek, the clone's face reddening and his body tensing back up.

"What in Teyvat are you doing?"

The two of you turn to the door, where a bitter-faced Zandik stood, apparently just having entered, and just having returned to Snezhnaya.

You immediately separate from the segment to greet your husband happily, although his gaze did not leave Theta's unmoving form.

"You. Leave. Now." Theta huffed at the order from the Doctor, yet obeyed all the same.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Dottore turned to stand over you, his intimidating frame not quite so for you. How could you be frightened when the object of your affection was finally here?

"What was that?" he questioned harshly.

"He looked like he needed it."

A silence overtook you, neither of you needing to move nor speak for the conversation to continue across your minds.

"Do you need one too?"

"I do not need anything. Although I fully intend on taking what I want."

You hardly had a moment to process before the doctors hand firmly clasped the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his. You blinked, but eventually relaxed, allowing you and your husband to indulge in reuniting.

The two of you parted, and you smiled as you brushed his bangs away from his mask.

“Welcome home, Zandik,”

Zhongli

After leaving the Funeral Parlor for the evening, locking up and leaving behind a hard day's work, Zhongli's immediate first thought was to find you. His beloved partner, who loved him enough to step down from godhood alongside him, who had been loving him for centuries, and promised with a gold band never to stop.

There were only a few places you would be at this time of day, but Zhongli knew that with the bright sunset and cool breeze, you'd likely be gazing over the world at the height of Jueyun Karst. An old habit of yours that never died was to watch the world from above, especially as it turned dark and the stars took watch. As the god of clouds, it was natural that you had an affinity for the spires of rock that Zhongli had created in his youth.

You laughed bashfully when he told you many centuries after he’d made them that one of his motivations for doing so had been to impress you, and the other to have an excuse to be closer to your domain.

The memory made the former god smile as he walked through the plains of Liyue, admiring the scenery and the image of you in his mind. It wasn't long before Zhongli was stepping up the slope of Qingyun Peak, looking around expectantly, waiting for you to come into his view. And when you finally did, he couldn't help but stop to stare.

Zhongli let a sighing breath out through his smile, watching as you gracefully kneeled to inspect the bud of a qingxin flower. It seemed that the others around it were in full bloom, but this particular flower was falling a little behind. Zhongli watched with interest as your brow furrowed in worry before you leaned your head down, and gave the bud the lightest peck.

Even with your stepping down from heavenly grace you still held a great deal of power, and from your simple touch, the flower grew taller, its stem widening and leaves unfurling with its petals. Soon, the small bud had become a fully bloomed qingxin, shining pure white under the moon. Zhongli felt his heart expand in his chest at your action. It seemed that no amount of time spent with you could prepare him for how much he loved and admired you. His gaze was particularly attached to your lips, teasing him with the softness they portrayed when you blessed the flower with their touch.

It was at this time that you raised your head and spotted your husband, chuckling at his awed smile. You approached silently, head bowed but smile apparent.

"Hello good sir, what pray tell might you be hoping to gain by ascending the sacred stones of Jueyun Karst?" You tease, stopping just short of leaning against the man.

"Why, I had no intention of offending the kind, bewitching deity that resides in these mountaintops, although I simply had to affirm the legend of the god's beauty myself."

You hummed, taking Zhongli's face in your hands and caressing his cheek gently.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed," the former archon affirmed, bringing his arms around your back to pull you to him. "You are ever the most enchanting creature to have walked the skies, my love,"

You broke the flirtatious atmosphere with a snort, followed by a series of giggles, leaning against Zhongli's chest as he raised his eyebrow with a smile.

"Is there something you find funny, dearest?"

"I wasn't exactly expecting a pun, that's all."

"Ah, I had not intended..." Zhongli coughed into his hand to alleviate the embarrassed crackle in his voice. "Although it is forever true that you enchant me. Fully and truly. In fact, I would be honoured if you bestowed a blessing on me, perhaps the same one you have placed upon the lucky bloom?"

Your face warmed at the implication that he'd seen you kiss the flower. Somehow there were still moments of shyness in your relationship, despite its infinite length. However, you didn’t so much mind that your heart still fluttered around Zhongli. If anything, you found it quite comforting.

You placed your hands gently across Zhongli’s chest, leaning into him. In turn, the geo-wielder brought his hand to your chin to guide you into a sweet kiss.

Zhongli sighed into your touch, enjoying you thoroughly, yet smiling in the knowledge that neither of you would be satisfied with just one kiss.

[ahbts]

Kinktober day 13: Jegulus - Wet Dream || NSFW || Words: 640|| Tags: Medical AU(sort of) - Resident/Doctor - Lingerie - rimming (Day 9 and 27 of @jeguluskinktoberr)

The way he is walking over to James is making his head stuffy. He walks across the hall in that white lab coat, clipboard in hand and an innocent look on his face. It’s insane how the boy looks so good in hospital clothes. No one should look this good. 

“Head surgeon Potter, you asked for my assistance?” The sweet voice asks him as the boy reaches his desk. James quickly stands, feeling his own surgical scrubs getting tighter as he looks the boy up and down, from the curls on his head to the crocks on his feet, he still looks like walking sex. 

“Uhm, yes,” James walks around the desk and leans against his as he regards the resident with the sternest look he can muster. “Dr. Lupin is indisposed and we need a set of hands on the kidney transplant, do you think you are up to it?” 

The boy looks at his clipboard before flinging it away and stepping in between James’ legs. “You tell me, Doctor, do you think I am ready?” The long neck stretches up to meet James in the perfect height difference. He feels a hand under his scrubs, touching his stomach and finding a nipple to pinch. 

James lets out a moan and pulls the boy closer. “I don’t know, maybe I can use some convincing?” 

The boy steps closer even and takes James’ bottom lip into his mouth, biting down and dragging it out as he steps back. The lab coat is gone and instead, the boy is wearing lingerie. A thong of deep burgundy lace, with matching garter straps holding up black meshing stockings that match the long-sleeved shrug top. James lets his eyes roam over the whole look and feels his mouth water. 

“Would this help?” the boy asks in a sultry tone, turning around slowly, which makes his black high heels click on the ground. “Doctor.” 

James grabs onto the boy's arm and makes him turn back around. “That will work perfectly.” 

He pulls the boy behind him, bending him over the desk and squatting down behind him. Pushing the lace aside he flicks his tongue over the small, tight, hole he had been imagining since the boy started his residency under him. 

“Oh, you taste as sweet as you sound, baby,” James tells the boy, slipping his thumb into the hole and stretching it with the digit as well as his tongue. 

“Please, Dr. Potter, I think I’m ready now,” the boy croons in a high tone. 

James stands, pulling down the thong quickly and pulling himself out of his pants. He is already so incredibly hard that he will come the second he enters the boy's tiny hole. He thrusts in with one easy thrust and groans in ultimate pleasure. 

“Doctor,” the boy moans, in a lower voice than before but James can hear him clearly. “Doctor?” This time it’s a question and James shakes his head not fully understanding what is happening. 

“Doctor Potter?” 

James blinks his eyes open as quickly as he can, feeling the paper stuck to his face and the crick in his neck from having fallen asleep on his desk for the umpteenth time that week. He smacks his lips, feeling his dry mouth before looking up and meeting the emerald green eyes that he had just seen in his dream. 

Oh fuck. 

He feels the wetness in his pants, realising what is happening as he meets Regulus Black’s eyes. 

“Dr. Black, I’m sorry that was highly unprofessional of me,” James apologises quickly, excusing his sleep habits. “Did you have a question?” 

The boy smiles at him, shaking his head but there is a twinkle in his eye that makes James’ spend cock twitch hopefully. “No, I just wondered if you wanted to grab a coffee, it looks like you need it?”

[love-toxin]

i finally got around to watching a play through of RE4 separate ways and now i just wanna be a pitiful research assistant abandoned by my team that ada stumbles across,,,,

imagine just hitting all her soft spots. a naive, good hearted, timid thing who she can’t resist helping. she tries to act all aloof and uncaring but she Loves the feeling having someone cling to her more than anything.

she has this one line after she sees ashley being kidnapped that’s like “babysitting is tough huh?” and she’s all mocking towards leon, but she totally loves mother henning you, making sure you’re not too tired or lagging behind. she goes out her way to keep you out of danger whenever there are any plagas around. and if you even so much as scrape your knee she is dropping everything to make you feel better.

omg and when her infection flares up and you’re worrying all over her it takes everything in her not to pull you into a random room in the castle to absolutely wreck you for being so cute and concerned about her 🤭

unnnggghhh.....ada..... (<- hasn't played separate ways yet)

You're so gentle and meek. You're not really working under Saddler, are you? That's what she thinks when she first meets you, and she's partially right. You don't really have any idea what you've gotten yourself into....and yet you've still been abandoned by your team. The only one that even tried to help you was Luis, the charmer. But then you got separated, and you got lost and scared, and Ada came to rescue you because...well, she's not really sure why. Maybe because she just couldn't stand to listen to your cries anymore, or maybe because there's a little piece inside her that still wants to help the weak and the guileless.

And it's for the better for her, it turns out, because you actually can be pretty useful to her. You might be delicate and fragile, but you can point her in the directions she needs to go, decipher the landscape with familiarity she doesn't possess, and you do it with such a cute, eager insistence because Ada saved your life and it's the least you can do to help her back. Doing the heavy lifting isn't so hard when she's got someone on her side, even if it means she feels responsible for saving you from the plagas, the island, Saddler, and Wesker.

With Leon in the mix, however, it complicates things further. He's like you: a goody two shoes. He could very easily convince you to join him, to follow his lead, and he could put you in so much danger on this little suicide mission to save the president's daughter. And though Ada can try her best to keep you away from each other, there are times when you just end up....falling into Leon's arms. Like what happened about an hour ago, when she lost sight of you during Leon's assault on Salazar's castle--and she still hasn't managed to get you back. Well, not until you got separated from Leon in one of those trapped hallways and went running into another room to hide, only to find that you've ducked into the bookbinding tower.

It's a miracle she even gets to you in time, slinging herself around on that hookshot to fly through the already-opened window, just in time to launch herself feet-first into one of those possessed knights and send it squealing and flailing into the fireplace. But when you look at her with those soft eyes and that teary face, she just melts, and it reminds her of why she picked you up off your knees and saved you in the first place.

"Adaaaa!" You sob and scramble to your feet, running for her in your stained lab coat and hugging her tight enough to bruise. Usually you're the one fussing over her and her parasite, but now you're like a child wailing for their mummy--and it's so cute, god it's so cute.

"There, there." She gets to croon, stroking your hair with a gentle hand and smiling softly as you bury your face in her shoulder. "I'm here, now." You don't have to be scared. God, she's getting soft. Getting all melty and gentle with some whimpering little cupcake. But at the same time, her grip on you tightens because she knows she's never leaving you by yourself again. She can't take such a precious little thing like you getting hurt....no, it's not that bad to keep her eye on you. Can't leave you alone, can't leave you behind, certainly can't hand you over to Wesker--it looks like you might just become her new mission partner after all. Or maybe you can be a pretty new piece in her apartment to welcome her home after these long, long days. Who knows what the future holds for you and her...together?

[ariseur]

im this ongoing sephiroth fic (pre nibelheim) where reader is a materia developer and im interested in what ur take on that would be !!!! like reader works for shinra and just coincidentally (at first) keeps bumping into THE war hero who’s secretly growing an interest for them…

if anyones interested btw the fic is called “be soft with me” by sephirothkisser on ao3! 🎐

“i admire how dedicated you are to your work.” a cool voice interrupted your thoughts, the whirring of the mako beginning to flutter in the process of the materia development fell dead to your ears as you turned around quickly. he— sephiroth— looked down at you, a few silver strands of hair in his face with his head tilted at a weird angle. you had almost choked, a clipboard tucked beneath your arm and a few more seconds of silence before your fingers hit a rounded button, stopping the formation as the awaited seconds had already passed by in a flash.

“i— thank you.” you had finally gasped out, although the syllables felt numb on your tongue whilst you scooted over to the side, leaning over the evolving console and grasping the orb within your hands. it painted your hand with a green glow, its healing aura whirling within the cold sphere before you set it down in a neat, linear pile with some other materia. grabbing the clipboard from under your arm, you set it down on the counter to jot something down.

you glanced at him cautiously once more and he cocked his head to the side, “is something wrong?”

brows raised, you let out a nervous laugh as you hastily waved your free hand in a denying manner. “i just, wasn’t expecting a war hero to grace me with his presence.”

“please,” he held a hand up, “no need to act so formal around me.”

“i’m sorry, you had just— caught me off guard, is all.” you gave a meager smile, before turning around and editing some controls on the console before you, feeling sephiroth loom behind as the cool scent of him engulfed your senses, albeit he was only maybe seven inches away from you. “my apologies, then.” he said.

a small, tense silence wriggled its way between you, only the occasional footsteps of shifting throughout the lab and the sounds of forming the materia. bright colors illuminated the core of the lab, creating one big emulsion of the mako’s glow and your skin on your face.

you huffed, wiping your forehead with the sheen layer of sweat from both moving around and having shinra’s poster child observing your every move. although he wasn’t exactly in your peripheral, sephiroth’s gaze was heavy enough to weigh down your motions as your mind raced. “so,” you began, “how’s your day been?”

his teal eyes, mako coated and catlike, squinted as he gave a close mouthed laugh. your heart fluttered at the sound— imagine how impressive it was to be able to boast to your friends about how you’ve made the sephiroth, laugh. “my day’s been decent, how about yours?”

“my what?” your gaze stayed focused on your pen moving along the paper pinned against the wooden clipboard.

“your day. how was it?” he approached you, placing a gentle hand on the counter, his leather glove sticking out against the stainless steel. you looked back up, lips forming an ‘o’ in surprise as your remembered your train of thought.

“oh—! it’s been.. okay. i’ve been,” you trailed off as you gestures towards the slew of materia displayed on the slots in the counter ready for deployment, “at work.”

sephiroth huffed in amusement, “well, as much as i’d love to continue speaking with you more,” you looked at him with owlish eyes, “i must take my leave.”

you smoothed out your hair, knowing you must look disheveled from how long you’ve been working. you flashed him a warm smile, “thank you keeping me company.” he nodded, fixing his posture and standing up straight.

“of course,” he made his way to the entrance of which he came into, “perhaps i’ll stop by again another day, maybe to check and see if you’re still developing deformed materia.”

your eyebrows furrowed before turning to your newest chunk, seeing as it has become lopsided from how long you had left it due to how long this conversation with sephiroth had lasted. he laughed at your franticness to check the clipboard before he bid you one last goodbye and slipped past the door frame and into another room.

you looked back up only to find his silver ends flowing behind him as he exited your line of sight, the distant clack’s of his footsteps became the only piece of evidence of his presence in the room— now slowly fading away. you huffed as you tucked your hair behind your ear, closing your eyes as your chest rose with your deep breath. maybe you were looking forward to those visits after all, you thought, although you’d never tell anybody that. not even the great war hero, sephiroth, himself.

❥ oyé im sorry this was sitting in my inbox for so long!! but guys, make sure to check this person’s fics out, ive read some chapters and they’re literally SOO talented!! i loved this idea and once again apologize for how long it’s been vacant in my asks, i wasn’t sure how to go about it at first but i hope you enjoyed 💕!!

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[katiawidow]

Jason Todd x Dr!Vigilante! Reader

English is not my first language!!

You was unknown. No name, no story, no friends, no face. Red Hood think it can be dangerous if he cant know who are you that mean you were can be a villan but he saw you whit villans and he saw you being an enemy for them.

İt doesn't mean he doesn't hase any ideas for you. He saw your face for a few times. One of this times he find you in an empty warehouse, except Blood-soaked bodies on the ground. Your hair covered your face but when you lift your head to breathe. He saw bloody woman face. And then you disappeared like always.

And the other one; You offered him intelligence. Cold Gotham night caressed your skin. There was without mask on you're face just a cigarette between your lips. You wait him at a roof. When Jason come cigarette went out, masks on. "I didn't think you would be waiting for me with a cigarette in your hand". You giggled as you put on your mask. "Showing your face while keeping who you are a secret-" you cut in him "If you're good enough, It takes more than that to find you". You said whit a smile. He cant see your smile but when eyes speak it was obvious.

Jason heard some terrorists at Gotham. He try find out their plans. He just talk whit right person at right time (maybe a little bit threat).

Someone planned to a gun attack, an armed man will enter from behind the hospital, not a big deal.

When Red Hood learn this plan, he was lost a lot of time. He run on the roofs. He imagine what will happen if he doesn't catch up. On top of the building behind the hospital, just breat and be careful for guests. Only woman wears lab coat with surgical mask. Her hair covers face. This was smilar but from who?

Woman looks down, checks her pockets, looks for something. The sound of a bullet silencing the cry of the city. Red Hood isn't going to think about who got shot. Where did the bullet come from? With a scream in his ears, he looks around. İf he can hear scream this mean he was not shot. They attacked from the street. Jason has advantage. He's shooting from the roof. He's looking for the who was shot in the eye while shooting. You were wounded in the shoulder, right above your heart. You quickly returned to the hospital, and that's when Jason figured out who you were. Your quick action reminded him of one of the vigilantes. But he didn't stop you, he just watched you go.

A few days later, you were back in the behind the hospital, in a dark night time. You took out a cigarette and looked for your lighter. A voice in the darkness "Need fire?". When you turned around, you saw Red Hood with a domino mask on his face. He lit the cigarette between his lips and held out his fire to you as well. "You're not good enough." you giggled. "it wouldn't be hard to find a new name, but I think I don't need a new name"

Feedback if i have mistakes pls

[knoepfl]

Mad Genius, Part ||

Characters: - Viktor – A brilliant but physically frail scientist whose passion for progress often drives him to take risks.  - Reader (You) – A chaotic but genius inventor from Zaun. Once rational and sharp, your mind has spiraled into madness due to overuse of experimental powders you created. Obsessed with Viktor. 

Trigger Warnings: Obsession, manipulation, coercion, psychological horror, implied threats of harm, toxic behavior, and intrusive thoughts

Masterlist

Words: 1014

This is Part || of Mad Genius and I'm very happy so many liked the first part^^

Part 1: Mad Genius

The air in Viktor’s lab hung heavy with tension, laced with the faint chemical tang of powders left behind from your last intrusion. He’d sealed the windows, locked the doors, and told himself it was enough. But deep down, he knew better.

You would come back.

And tonight, you did.

The soft click of a latch echoed through the room, followed by the faintest creak of a window sliding open. Viktor froze mid-draft, the quill slipping from his fingers. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was you.

“You really thought a lock could keep me out?” you whispered, your voice playful but tinged with something far more unsettling. “Oh, Viktor… don’t you know by now?”

Slowly, he turned to face you. There you stood, illuminated by the dim, flickering light of his machinery, the same manic grin spreading across your face like a child who’d finally caught a glimpse of their favorite storybook character come to life.

“I told you,” you whispered, stepping closer, “I’d find you again.”

Viktor’s jaw clenched. “This needs to stop.” His voice was calm, but beneath it was a sharp undercurrent of unease.

You ignored him, your glittering eyes drinking in every detail of his features, as if just standing near him was enough to make you drunk with joy. “Do you know what it’s like to admire someone so much that it consumes you?” you whispered, stepping even closer. “I’ve watched you—studied every invention, every step you took. And every day, I thought, this is it—this is the mind I was meant to find.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes. “You’re delusional.”

You giggled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead with an unsettling tenderness. “No, Viktor… I see things clearly for the first time. You and I? We’re the same. Two souls chasing progress, pushing boundaries, defying limits.”

Viktor jerked his head away from your touch, grip tightening on his cane. “You’re dangerous. You can’t keep coming here.”

Your grin twisted, growing sharper. “Oh, Viktor… Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for us.”

You reached into your coat and pulled out two vials—one a swirling crimson, the other shimmering with a pearlescent green hue. “I wanted to do this the easy way,” you said softly, a note of something almost tender in your voice. “I wanted you to choose me. But if you won’t… I’ll have to show you the consequences.”

Viktor’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

You twirled the crimson vial between your fingers, your smile never faltering. “If you won’t come with me—if you refuse this chance, Viktor—I’ll use my powders on the people closest to you.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger poised above his heart.

“Imagine it,” you whispered, leaning in until your breath brushed against his ear. “Your precious Jayce, crawling on the floor, mind twisted and broken. Your dear Sky, trapped in a nightmare of hallucinations.”

Viktor’s hand clenched the top of his cane so tightly his knuckles turned white. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would.” Your voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Not because I hate them. No, no, no… They just don’t matter. You’re the only one who matters.”

The sheer, unfiltered obsession in your voice sent a chill down Viktor’s spine. There was no hesitation, no remorse—just the maddening certainty that you believed everything you said was true.

“You see, Viktor,” you continued, brushing your fingers lightly down the sleeve of his coat, “I don’t want to hurt them. I only want you. You and me—soulmates. Two halves of the same genius. I’ve already broken myself for progress… and I’ll break anyone else if it means we can be together.”

Viktor swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. “You’re not thinking clearly,” he said, voice strained. “This obsession—it’s not real. It’s the powders. They’ve warped your mind.”

You laughed, the sound high and wild. “You’re wrong, Viktor. The powders only freed me. They peeled away the rules, the limits, the chains… And now I see everything. I see you.”

You held the green vial up, tilting it in the low light. “This one? A gift. It’ll make you see things my way—just for a little while.” Your grin widened, pure madness glinting in your eyes. “Then you’ll finally understand. We’re meant to be.”

Viktor stepped back, his mind racing. The logical part of him screamed to run, to call for help, to stop you before you did something irreversible. But another part—the part still haunted by the effects of your previous powders—hesitated, the lines between fear, fascination, and something dangerously close to intrigue beginning to blur.

He forced himself to meet your gaze, amber eyes burning with defiance. “You’re not well,” he whispered. “If you care about me at all, you’ll stop this.”

For a brief moment, your grin faltered. Something dark and hurt flickered behind your eyes, a crack in the mask of madness you wore so well. But then, just as quickly, it was gone.

“Oh, Viktor,” you whispered, almost sadly. “I knew you wouldn’t understand… not yet. But that’s okay.”

You tucked the vials back into your coat with a sly smile. “I’ll give you time to think about it. But don’t take too long, my love.” Your voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “Because if you make me wait… I promise, they will suffer.”

Viktor’s heart pounded against his ribs, panic clawing at his chest as he watched you slip toward the window once more.

“And when you’re ready to stop pretending…” you murmured, one foot already out the window. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that, you disappeared into the night, your laughter trailing behind you like a ghostly echo.

Viktor stood frozen, chest heaving, mind reeling from the storm you had left in your wake. He knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you wouldn’t stop.

The only question was: How far would you go to make him yours?

And worse still…

How long could he resist before the madness you offered started to look like the only way forward?

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Author's Note: This story explores themes of obsession, manipulation, and toxic relationships. It is intended to delve into psychological horror and should not be interpreted as romantic or idealized behavior. If any of the themes in this story affect you personally, please reach out to a trusted person or professional for support.

[xysidhequeen]

New Ficlet

TW: Death, Murder, Blood, Experimentation, Vivisection, Dissociation, Child Abuse

RedredredredsomuchredsomuchBLOOD.

Danny backed away, hands shaking. His foot slipped on the blood mess on the floor. He went down, a keening whimper escaping him as the fall jolted his wounds. His hands went up to grab at his chest, at the gaping wound and flapping skin. He froze, looking at the dripping red liquid coating his hands and arms like gloves. 

His hands shook and he could feel a wail crawling up his throat. He didn't look up, didn't look at his…at Jack and Maddie at their…bodies. He killed them. They're dead. DEADdeaddeadhekilledthem. He didn't look at them. 

Some cold part of his mind whispered to him. The voice sounded like Jazz. And– oh Ancients what would she think? What would Sam and Tucker think? They'd hate him, surely. He couldn't–

Jazz's voice in his head spoke up over his spiraling thoughts. Calm and clinical and ordering him to get up, to wash his hands. To find bandages and fishing line to sew up his wounds before their were three dead bodies in this lab. 

Danny listened to Jazz's voice. She'd always been the smart one. She'd always known what to do. He stood on unsteady legs and limped to the sink in the lab, washing his hands in robotic motions, ignoring the pink water until it ran clear.

He gathered up the materials he needed, sitting on a clean stretch of ground where there was no blood mess. He stitched himself back together, not even feeling the pain of it. This was nothing compared to what his parents Jack and Maddie had done to him over the past week.

He closed up the Y shaped incision on his chest, closed up the deep, surgical cuts along his torso and arms. Covered them in spare ectoplasm lying around the lab, slathered it on like ointment on the chunks of flesh taken from his arms and legs. Then he wrapped them all in bandages. 

He stood again and mechanically gathered what he'd need, Jazz's voice in his head, a calming narrator telling him what step to take next. What to grab. All the ecto-dejectos after he'd taken one and injected it into himself, giving him the energy he'd need and kickstarting his healing. More bandages, all he could grab. Fishing line, needles. 

He climbed back up to his room, grabbing a worn duffle bag to shove it all in. He grabbed his phone, turned it off, and tossed it in. Clothes, the cash Sam had given him 'in case of an emergency', the thumb drive Tucker made that would grab all the data from the Fenton computers and wipe the rest. He grabbed clothes, roughly yanking off the ruined remains of his jumpsuit and tossing a hoodie and jeans on instead. His ectoplasm would replace it, eventually, but for now, he needed clothes. 

He didn't turn back into his human form. It didn't feel safe. It wouldn't survive with the injuries he currently had. No matter how tired he was.

He drifted through the house, Jazz's voice his only grounding anchor as he dipped in and out of rooms. Grabbed a few things from Jazz's room, some of the emergency supplies she had left. A med-kit, cash, his fake papers, and ID. They kept it in her room, just in case his parents found out and it went badly and they combed his room.

They found out. They found out. It went so much worse than he could ever imagine. Now they're dead, and he's a MONSTER.

He dropped into his parent's room, the static in his head nearly drowning out Jazz's voice. She screamed louder, though. She always had. He took a hesitant step. It felt like moving through molasses. Then another and another, forcing himself into the room of his parents, his victims, the Fentons. He moved as quickly as he could, barely touching anything except to grab his legal papers and the money his dad squirreled away because he didn't trust banks and thought they were controlled by ghosts.

"No one can be that soulless and not be a ghost, Danno!"

He left the room, slamming the door behind him so hard it cracked. He stopped in the kitchen next, grabbing whatever wasn't currently animated and attempting to stage a coup. It wasn't much. He tossed it into the bulging duffle, struggling to zip it closed. 

He paused at the stairs to the lab, the darkness yawning like a monster's maw. He wanted to run he wanted to never see it again. 

But Jazz's voice was louder than his fear, so he stepped back into the lab, his prison, his cage. Each step rang too loudly in the silent house. Finally, he was back, and he kept his eyes carefully averted from the… mess. From the stains on the ground and the lumps beside a metal table covered in green ectoplasm. 

He hurried to the computer, shoving the thumb drive in. Immediately, a screen popped up, denoting how long it would take to download. Danny kept his eyes locked on it, never blinking or moving as the bar slowly went up. 

When it reached a hundred, Danny ripped the thumb drive out and shoved it in the duffle, deep down into it. He took a deep breath and turned his head quickly to miss the…mess. He zeroed in on the portal and forced himself to walk to it, past it. He ripped a panel off, exposing a mess of wiring. 

Danny moved on autopilot, ripping wires and twisting them together. Turning h- Jack and Maddie's greatest invention into a ticking time bomb. 

He couldn't afford for anyone else to get into the Ghost Zone or for anyone to get out. He needed to hide the bodies evidence. He needed for all of the Fenton inventions to be gone. This would do it. It wouldn't be a massive explosion, but it would be enough to take out the house. 

Everyone would think he was dead.

Sam, Tucker and Jazz would think he was dead.

That would be for the best.

Better he die a hero to them than live as a monster.

Danny finished his work and stepped back, taking a deep breath he finally turned his head to look at Jack and Maddie. At their bodies. At his victims. He killed them. Him. He was the monster. 

The monster they made him.

Invisibility and intangibility washed over him in a cooling wave. He stumbled but held his legs, his core crying from the strain. He pushed past it. He forced himself up, up, up, and out of Fenton Works. 

He floated there, watched with a detatched type of curiosity as he mentally counted down the seconds until there was a rumble. Then the building just…crumpled in on itself. Imploding. 

Jazz was silent in his mind.

Danny didn't wait around for the emergency services to arrive. He turned his head and flew off. He wasn't sure where, exactly, until a memory tickled his brain. A memory of a little bird, a robin he remembered Sam saying. A ghost robin that used to warn him when new ghosts were coming or his parents were getting close. A robin who used to try to distract his rogues or tug Danny out of (or occasionally into danger if someone needed help) danger. 

A little robin that Danny used to just unload his woes and troubles onto because it felt like the bird could understand him. He always stayed to listen, at least. 

A little bird who had only ever spoken once, the last time Danny ever saw him.

"If you ever need to run, come to Gotham. It'll keep you safe."

Well. He had nowhere else to go. He might as well go to Gotham. No one would find one singular eighteen year old kid there. 

Danny turned his phone on, ignoring the hundreds of missed calls and texts, just long enough to see where Gotham was. Then he turned it off and started slowly flying in that direction, desperately hoping he got to Gotham before he passed out.

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Danny kept flying doggedly on, only pausing when he started leaking through his bandages and even then only stopping long enough to redo them in whatever bathroom he came across. He burned the old bandages once he was done, not willing to leave behind traces of his ectoplasm for someone to track him with. 

He ate while flying, shoving whatever he grabbed out of the bag into his mouth. The ecto-dejectos kept him going when his vision started to go dark at the edges. He couldn't pass out here. Not where it wasn't safe. He couldn't risk it. 

Danny had no idea when he'd feel safe again. Had no idea if Gotham would provide that safety, but it was the only hope he had. He had nowhere else to go. He couldn't go to the Zone, the portal was destroyed, and he couldn't risk trying to sneak past Vlad. He was too weak to open his own right now. Besides, if he came into the Zone this injured, then every ghost in a hundred mile radius would be on his ass, trying to finally End him and take the crown. 

No, the living realm wasn't safe, but it was safer than the Zone right now.

He just had to get to Gotham, find a safe place to lay low for a few weeks until he healed. Then he could vanish into the Zone. 

Danny kept flying, forcing his invisibility to stay up even when his core felt like it would shatter. He kept pushing and pushing. He stole a phone at one point. He couldn't risk turning his on again and having Tucker trace the signal.

He didn't spend time wondering why he'd even grabbed the phone. Why he kept it on him. The buried hope it would uncover would be the end of him.

He used it to keep him on track, getting closer and closer to Gotham until he could finally see the smog that coated the city like a dirty cloak. Could see the twinkling skyscrapers and Gothic architecture clawing at the sky. 

Danny was half delirious at that point, running on fumes and ecto-dejecto. He'd run out of food days ago, and his stomach had stopped growling, instead cramping in a ball of pained agony that just joined the rest of the pain his battered body felt. 

He flew over the city, past skyscrapers and ancient buildings. He ignored the thoughts of Sam that accompanied every gothic building and gargoyle. He flew deeper into the city, ignoring the crowds below. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, a sign, maybe?

A feeling tickled at his senses, at his core. It felt familiar but faint. Hidden almost under something…wrong and rancid. But it was familiar. It felt safe in a way Danny hadn't felt in two weeks.

It had been longer than that, but Danny didn't want to think about that.

Danny followed the feeling, half asleep and so delirious he could swear the buildings were warping around him as he flew haphazardly closer. The feeling grew stronger. It almost felt like a ghost. As he crossed some unseen threshold, the feeling strengthened. It was like entering an abandoned haunt, the boundary lined weak and feeble. 

If there had been a ghost here, they were long gone. Probably Ended, it was one of the only ways he'd ever seen a ghost relinquish a haunt.

Danny paid it little mind. The ghost might be gone, but the sense of them remained. It felt so safe to him, even if the energy pulsate Rage/Pain/Hate/Grief/Vengeance like a heartbeat. He followed the feeling deeper into the haunt towards the center. Towards what would've been the ghost's lair. 

He forced his body to go intangible when he found the building, an apartment building that was slightly less derelict than the ones around it. Not that Danny was particularly picky at the moment. This spot was as good as any, and if it had been a ghost's lair, it was unlikely there were any living people in it. They tended to naturally avoid ghost lairs, some deep instinct buried in their psyche screaming at them to stay away. 

Danny dropped through the roof and through apartments until he reached the one that was positively drenched in the faded ghost's energy. There was a couch right there. And Danny didn't even have the energy to look around further.

He was tired. He was in so much pain. He just wanted to sleep.

Danny dropped his invisibility and intangibility, collapsing on the couch, his duffle bag dropped to the floor beside him. The moment his eyes closed, he was out.

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What. You thought I only wrote fluff? Nah.

Anyways, this is an idea that's been rattling around in my head I wanted to get out. It's rough, unedited and who knows if I'll continue it. But it exists now.

It has no name but I saved it as 'The Monster They Made' but the name is subject to change.

I'm pretty sure I got all the trigger warnings. Let me know if I missed any

[gayteez-wtr]

Focus

group: boynextdoor

genre: smut (strangers to lovers) one shot(??)student au, non idol au.

pairing: Sungho x Leehan

side characters: Taesan, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Zico (cameo). NO WOONHAK

word count: 7.2k

summary: In which Sungho meets a gorgeous freshman the first day of his second year of uni after working a little too hard. He just cant fight the temptation of filling the pretty boy up and concentrate on his work like he used to.

note: I absolutely could continue this as I have so many ideas but since its my first works here I have no idea how well it'll be received. I'm so nervous honestly abt posting, please feel free to send feedback through my anon or inbox I'd rly appreciate it. Also pretty sure I've covered all warnings (please lmk if I missed anything). I hope this reads well! My requests are open <3

WARNINGS: Dom Sungho, sub Leehan, perverted thoughts, cum, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home!), swearing, vibes, hot ass sex.

This wasn't Sunghos first day of Uni. It was the first day of his second year, he should be okay now, right? 

The truth is that Sungho has very much kept to himself all of his first year. He was terrified of this place, the constant feeling of imposter syndrome plagued him, his brain telling him he didn’t belong here.

High school itself was easy, he skated by academically using minimum brain power, he had a healthy social life and even dated, he was even able to play volleyball, and well at that, He was the best setter his high school had seen in years, he thought about trying out for the team at uni but there were much taller players here, they wouldn’t look at him twice. Plus he didn’t have time, when Sungho had started here he soon realised that this wasn't meant to be fun, he didn’t understand how people managed to party their way through Uni, there's got to be a secret or a trick to it, right? Not to mention he also had a part-time barista job now to help him pay his share of the rent. He needed to succeed, his life almost depended on it. 

When he snapped out of his thoughts he was still sitting on the edge of his mattress in his boxer shorts staring blankly at the floor with a sock in hand, sun shining through the window parallel to his bed onto his wide back, his broad shoulders blocking it and casting a dark shadow over his floor, ‘right, i need to hurry’ he thought to himself. 

It was true that perhaps Sungho had focused a little too hard last year, but it had definitely paid off. Now, going into his second year, he had applied and been assigned student TA for the first years’ class which would be affording him extra credit. Of course his mental still wouldn’t allow him to slow up at all, why would it? If his hard work paid off last year, imagine how much further ahead it would get him this year? 

The plan? Work just as hard and last year for school and at work and be a student TA and not run headfirst into a mental breakdown due to lack of socialisation, hobbies, enjoyment or fun. Easy! 

And with that he finally got dressed, grabbed his bag and left, slamming his dorm door obnoxiously loud behind him, his housemate shouting after him “Dude why?! It’s 8am!”

Contrary to popular belief, even if the sun makes you feel warm and cosy in the morning, rain can literally come out of nowhere. As smart as Sungho was, he hadn’t had the foresight today to bring anything more than the black t-shirt on his back to shield him from the rain. He ran from the bus stop to a nearby shelter and sat on the bench there, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his roommate.

TEXT

To: lazy ass

Are you still at the apt? Can you bring my coat and drop it off at lab 6 please? You owe me one.

And he did owe Sungho for covering his ass when he needed help with his final assignment in first year, the guy hadn’t even thought about what he could base his assignment on and Sungho essentially gave him all the thought and structure behind it while this jackass was high as a kite. Sunghos roommate was Riwoo, he was majoring in graphic design and he was incredibly talented at the actual graphic design aspect even in Sunghos opinion considering he was totally biased against the whole idea of Riwoo, but the guy had no original ideas. Riwoo spent most of his days lazing around and his nights smoking joints with his equally lazy ass mate yet lucked out with every assignment he had and was still attending this university. 

As Sungho was waiting for a reply, he thought to relax a moment, take a look around and breathe before he stepped foot in that building again and simultaneously stepped foot into his ‘work brain’, yet as he looked up his chance to breathe was taken when he saw the most gorgeous guy walking from the bus stop, dressed for the weather of course, a guy as perfect looking as that must really be perfect in every aspect. He was taller than Sungho, but athletic and toned, lean and agile, his shoulders must have only been half the width of Sunghos. He was pretty, like an angel, long brown hair, a wave to it, no, it was curly, and his face, god his face. Sungho could almost feel his pupils shift from circles to hearts, He looked like he'd walked right out of a fairytale, his face perfectly handsome, prince-like, soft yet strong features, plump shapely lips, the epitome of handsome, Sungho swore he saw a his eyes twinkle. 

The phone held loosely in his hand by this point buzzed twice in quick succession snapping Sungho from his thoughts

TEXT

From: lazy ass

Dude if i decide to come in i’ll bring it 4u chill

“Dickhead..” Sungho muttered under his breath and stood adjusting his backpack to walk in the building, if Riwoo bought it he bought it, there’s nothing he could do about it right now, it was his own stupid fault for not bringing it himself in the first place.

As he started to move he noticed Mr.Handsome was walking into the same building, shoving any ideas of anything other than his full focus on his academic responsibilities aside he continued walking to his first TA class at the lecture hall on the west wing of the universities main building, he couldn’t help but notice that his mystery crush was also heading that way and he felt a bit stalky as they neared closer and closer to the lecture hall. 

The way Sunghos stomach twisted when this guy walked right to the door he needed too and opened it was, in his opinion stupid as hell, he couldn’t believe that one, this guy was obviously also doing sports science, and two, he was even entertaining the idea of a crush. But what took the cake was that this actual god of a person then proceeded to hold the door open for him with the most charming smile he had ever seen in his life. Life moved in slow motion as Sungho took in all of his features up close, burning the image into the back of his retinas to keep forever. The small freckle under his eye, the dimple on his cheek, the way his eyes creased because of his wide and remarkable smile, the ridge of his nose. Sungho wanted to remember this, no, he needed to. 

Before he looked like an absolute freak he smiled back, thanked the beauty in front of him and took the door in his hand, walking into the room. The boy walked to a seat in an abandoned section at the back of the room, Sungho walked to the small desk off the side of the lecturers own and put his bag on the desk, rifling through it he lost himself in his thoughts again, this is gonna be a rough one…

After class had wrapped up and students started to file out of the hall Sungho sat patiently waiting for the lecturer to hand out sheets to all the students going by his desk and soon after everyone was gone his professor turned to him. 

“Sungho, you did well today! I have a list of students who’ve asked for extra tutoring, I’ve assigned most of them to tutors already but i'm short one, I hope you don't mind but i've put your name down for the last one, don’t worry, it's not for free and its 2 sessions a week”

Just as Sungho was about to protest the idea of tutoring, the pretty boy walked down the steps towards the front. He had no idea he was still here, his eyes widened a tad.

“As a matter of fact, this is him, Leehan, the very student you’ll be tutoring” His professor gestured an arm out to the brunette. 

Sungho swooned internally at the guys name, and without hesitation he spoke, “Thankyou for the opportunity Professor Zico, I’d be happy to tutor, what days is it?” 

“Tuesday and Friday after school hours of course, you can work out the details of where and when yourselves.” and with that he picked up his bag and strode towards the door leaving Leehan and Sungho alone in the huge lecture hall. 

“Leehan was it?” He acted like he didn’t hear properly. “Hi, I’m Sungho, do you have any idea where you’d like to study?” He gave a slight bow toward him and smiled a totally normal amount in his opinion. 

“H-Hyung, thankyou for accepting to tutor me” his voice was soft and shy, he bowed low in response. “I don’t know the campus very well yet but if you tell me a location i’ll make sure to be there” He looked into Sunghos eyes, waiting for instruction like it was the most important thing.

“Oh crap, yeah I forgot you just started today! Okay, i’ll book study room K6 for us, its over the east wing of the campus by the library” He smiled reassuringly, like that would help make it easier for Leehan to find, His heart pounding in his chest.

 It’d been a long time since Sungho had Spoken to any guy of interest to him, usually not allowing himself to, he didn’t dislike the idea of dating, actually it was the complete opposite, Sungho missed dating, he missed intimacy, but he knew it’d take away his focus for his studies. However, this couldn’t be helped, the universe was making him tutor Leehan, so for once he got to actually talk to a crush, which he found exhilarating. 

“Okay, sure, got it. Thankyou S-Sungho Hyung, I-” Leehan began but was interrupted when the lecture hall door swung open with a slam. 

A boy with dark tousled hair barged in, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you dude, I’m starving, please Leehan!” He begged the taller boy pouting over exaggeratedly. 

Leehan smiled, letting out a giggle, Sungho’s insides melted.

“I’m coming, Myungjae, jeez” He said towards the expressive boy, “K6, got it, see you tomorrow Hyung.” He smiled with his eyes at Sungho and turned away towards the door with the other boy. Sungho could’ve sworn the boy named Myungjae panted like a dog when Leehan walked towards him, maybe he imagined it.

Although rarely done, lab work was one of Sunghos favourite parts of his studies, He couldn’t help but enjoy the neatness of it all, the charts, the organisation, in his mind it made it all feel simple, of course it wasn't, but it felt so. The lab was silent aside from the sound of peoples fingers tapping away at their keyboards or super quiet muffled music in others’ headphones.

As Sungho was focusing on the screen trying to take in the graph he'd made that didn’t quite look right, he saw a blonde head out the corner of his eye sneak in with a black coat screwed up in his arms. He bopped over to Sungho and dumped it on the empty chair next to him. 

“We even now, bro?” Riwoo asked, his face nonchalant. 

Sungho chuckled, “I mean I'm surprised you brought it in for me but no, not even close.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, “See you later.” He turned on his heels and snuck back out of the room. 

It didn’t make up for much but Sungho was incredibly grateful for Riwoo bringing his coat, the rain only picked up throughout the day, well, it seemed like it stopped whenever he was inside and as soon as he went out it was torrential again, as Sungho walked from the bus stop to his apartment he was pelted with fat raindrops, as waterproof as this coat was it was just a raincoat, he could feel the force of them hitting his body and eventually even wet seeping through it. He picked up the pace and ran up the steps to his building door, only breathing properly when he was inside and the door shut behind him.

As he walked into his apartment he was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, he knew why, the reason was sitting on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table, Han Taesan. 

“Did you let yourself in again?” He said defeatedly at Taesan. It wasn’t that Sungho disliked Taesan, he just didn’t appreciate his disregard for courtesy, everything was excused as art or vibes with him.

“Lee gave me a key, it's nice here when nobody’s around, don’t you think?” he said slowly as he breathed out a stream of thick smoke onto his joint, inspecting the way the red hot cherry blazed in reaction. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “either you or Riwoo are always here,” he laughed a little. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed there always being someone around, quiet is nice but to know that someone is nearby was always a comforting feeling for Sungho.

“Whatever man, you like us really” the side of Taesans mouth stretched into a smirk. “Want some?” he reached his arm over the back of the couch to where Sungho was standing and held his splif up to him. 

Sungho gave the same answer he always did: “You know what, I’ll have to pass today, maybe next time.”

“Lame, you should experience true feelings sometime man!” He shouted out to Sungho as he was walking out the room to his own bedroom while twisting his body and stretching his whole length back, lying down along the sofa, he closed his eyes and continued to smoke. His nirvana shirt clad chest rose high and held a second before he let the breath out again. 

Taesan was an emotional guy, Sungho had seen this a lot over the last year, he seemed sensitive, not in a bad way, he was soft, trusting, and many times he’d sat on that exact sofa crying to Riwoo about a guy leading him on and then finally showing his true colours. On the flip of that, he was extremely bubbly and happy and a real mood maker for Riwoo. Sungho could see at least that.

Once in his room Sungho shuffled his feet to his desk and sat with a notebook and some worksheets he’d picked up earlier to somewhat prepare for Leehans tutoring session tomorrow. Having never tutored before he was scared in case he made a fool of himself, especially in front of Leehan, because let's face it, he wanted Leehan to like him too even if he wasn't supposed to be entertaining the idea of relationships. 

As hard as he tried to make a plan all he could seem to think of was Leehan, more specifically his lips, he wanted so badly to even just swipe a finger across them, feel the plumpness of them, he imagined how warm they’d be against his own, they probably taste sweet, he thought about how well their lips would slot together, slick and needing, how if Leehans mouth would open slightly and he would take his swollen bottom lip between his teeth and toy with it just to make him open wider so he could slip his tongue in and massage it against the pretty boys own, sliding around his mouth, learning what more he could do to elicit small moans and whimpers from him.

As Leehan arrived home he was greeted with an empty apartment, Jaehyun was probably out goofing around with his other friends, he hadn’t seen him since lunch today, Jaehyun was super extroverted, a people person and it seemed like the more he was around people the more his energy grew, which was the exact opposite case for Leehan, he wasn’t necessarily an introvert but there was a limit to his social battery and with today being his first day of Uni he had definitely reached it. 

Now he just wanted to make some food and chill in front of his fish tank with his music playing.He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up thinking about how lucky it was that he remembered it today, usually Leehan wouldn’t have taken his coat but something in him made him, even with no indication of rain as he was leaving this morning, usually he ended up out in a t-shirt getting soaked, like that hot guy, Sungho, He remembered seeing him this morning on the way in wondering about how he’d have looked had that been a soaked white t-shirt over his giant shoulders rather than black, then later finding out this guy was supposed to be his tutor, what kind of sick joke was that? He found this incredibly sexy guy, on campus, in his class, he had a shot, maybe? But for him to be his tutor, he had no chance, no way in hell, right? 

He reheated some food his mother had sent over and took a seat on the sofa facing the backrest so he could watch his fish, some soft music playing in the background. This was Leehans happy place, the perfect, uninterrupted, calmness. His fish swimming without a care, his balloon molly, affectionately nicknamed Myungie after Jaehyun because it swims just like a dog wagging its tail, swam away excitedly to the blue tang as he sat and his new zebrafish came closer to the glass, somehow curiously. He couldn’t help but think of Sungho for some reason, maybe because they're such resilient and sturdy fish and Leehan couldn’t avoid the fact that Sungho looked incredibly sturdy, his shoulders so solid and wide. He stopped paying attention to his food, the fish and the music as his mind started wandering, imagining how it must feel to be surrounded by those broad shoulders, trapped between Sunghos chest and a bed, the shadow that might be cast over his small frame to have such a man above him, incredible, he concluded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing daydreaming about his student TA tutor, over him, looking down at him, placing his finger under his chin and tilting it up so Leehan was looking up into his eyes, submitting to his touch as Sunghos thigh took place against his clothed crotch, the friction between them simultaneously not enough and too much for him to bear.  

Staring blankly through his fish tank, lost in thought about Sunghos strong figure taking what he wanted from him, he didn’t even notice Jaehyun walk in, say his same repeatedly and walk over until his big eyes were staring back at him through the fish tank. 

“YAH! Announce yourself man!” He jumped out of his skin. 

Jaehyun laughed like a kid, “I did! It’s not my fault you were on another planet, I said your name like 10 times.” 

Leehan looked puzzled, he didn’t hear him at all, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter, he looked around him and noticed his bowl of food had just been left alone completely after he had a couple forkfuls, his stomach rumbled an angry reminder at him.

“You didn’t eat? Again?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, “You said you were gonna take better care of yourself now that we’re out of high school and moved away from them.” 

Leehan looked guilty, “No, I swear I am, Myungjae, I am, I just got lost in thought and forgot about my food, I promise, look I’ll reheat it now,” he moved to get up and his hardened cock changed his mind, “well in a second.” He added, realising the rest of his body still hadn’t recovered from his daydreaming, his eyes moved around the room until they looked at the floor, blush rising up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, who?” Jaehyun's face lit up, “pleasepleasepleaseplease tell me?” he begged.

“I don't know what you're on about to be honest” Leehan laughed dismissively, finally able to get up and re-reheat his food, he walked towards the microwave, Jaehyun following him keenly. 

“Is it someone I know, was I with you when you saw him? Is it a professor? Oh my God, is it that guy from earlier?!”

“Again, I don’t know what you're on about, what guy?” He lied, he knew very well that Jaehyun was referring to Sungho. 

“That guy with the massive shoulders you were talking to in the lecture hall! There’s no way it's not him, he’s completely your type, you love men that look climbable!” he snorted, laughing. 

“He’s the student TA, and, from tomorrow, my tutor, so whether you're onto something or not,” he glared, “he’s a no go.” The microwave dinged and he reached in with a tea towel in his hands to save his fingerprints from being seared off.

Jaehyun gave an accomplished but sad smile, “you’re just making excuses, I’m sure he’s not really, there’s no rules about it..” 

“Even if there isn’t, who's to say he’d be interested anyway?” Leehan raised his eyebrows at Jaehyun as he sat at the couch, the right way this time, grabbed the games console controller and passed it to Jaehyun, “set that up, we need that rematch still.”

“You make too many excuses,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the controller, setting up the game eagerly. 

Sungho was snapped out of his terribly explicit thoughts by the smell of pizza wafting through the crack in his door. Interested, he sorted himself out and ventured out into the livingroom to find Riwoo and Taesan stuffing their faces. 

“Hey big guy!” Riwoo said way too excitedly, “you want some? We ordered too much ‘cause this doofus can’t use his phone properly when he’s stoned.” He pointed at Taesan and laughed. 

Taesan’s camera suddenly flashed a massive flash of light in the dim living room, effectively blinding the two boys victim to the photo. “Niiiice, “ he whispered under his breath, he hadn’t been listening at all, just observing through his lens. 

“Yah! That’s like the tenth time tonight!” Riwoo rubbed his eyes frantically trying to rid himself of the white splodges in his vision. 

“Yeah but look.” Taesan turned the camera around and showed both boys a very aesthetic photo, somehow looked like it was well planned, staged and made for purpose, it was no wonder really that Taesan was already becoming known in the photography industry, most people would have said majoring in photography was a waste, but for a young prodigy like Taesan, it was warranted. 

“Woah, that's pretty cool, you should major in photography.” Sungho said sarcastically, grabbing a slice of pizza. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever, dude,” Taesan smiled, flicking through settings on his camera. 

To say the day had gone smoothly would be an understatement, Sungho hadn’t had a day go this well in a long time, he felt uneasy, he worried this just meant the rest of the day would be horrible. He finished up at his physical therapy lecture, readying to go to the study room and headed into the hallway, he spotted Leehan coming out of the next lecture hall and had a brainwave to show him the way.

Leehan spotted Sungho through the sea of people and soon noticed his gesture to him to follow. His stomach twisted a little, he thought he’d have a couple minutes to compose himself before seeing Sungho for his tutor session. The thought of being alone around this guy made him nervous as all hell. 

“Hey! I thought since we’re both going to K6 anyway I can show you there myself to save you the stress of finding it.” Sungho beamed.

“Good idea, my sense of direction isn't the best actually, you might’ve been waiting a while.” he grinned like an idiot, realised, and immediately stopped himself, trying to create the illusion that he wasn't completely into his tutor. 

Sungho nearly imploded when he saw Leehans giant smile, but didn’t miss how quickly it disappeared. He wondered if there could be something upsetting him, was he dealing well enough with starting uni, was anything wrong? Regardless, it wasn’t Sunghos' place to question, the best he could do would be to make Leehan smile at every given opportunity. 

The study room was plain, an awful blue carpet tile floor and white walls scattered with leaflets, flyers and posters. There were a couple of individual desks dotted in the corners, a green couch with a few pretty cushions on it along the far wall and a bigger group of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. It had one window and despite it being very boring Leehan was actually surprised to see that there were even a few indoor plants in the room. 

Both of the boys took a seat beside each other at the big table and Sungho set his bag on the floor next to him, rifling through it to grab his notebook containing his half completed “plan”, he looked at it and stifled a smile, rolling his eyes quietly to himself. 

“Is everything okay?” Leehan looked worried at him.

He chuckled a little “Oh! Yeah don’t worry, I just haven't tutored before so I wanted to be prepared but I got kinda distracted when I was trying to plan.” He held up the book with a list that couldn’t really be described as a list, it had ‘plan’ underlined at the top and underneath was a bullet point written talk and another bullet point under it without anything following it. He smiled a little defeatedly at Leehans sweet face.

“I mean, it’s not empty, so that's a start?” He joked.

“Well yes! We have a plan then, right?” Talking was the first step either way because Sungho had no idea what Leehan would be needing help with already so early in the year. “Why did you ask for a tutor so early, anyway?”

“I didn’t.” Leehans lips pressed into a straight line.

Confusion brushed over Sunghos face, “but, Zico said you'd asked, didn’t he?”

“It’s a long story, but my parents asked the school to give me extra tutoring.” he said defeatedly, turning away slightly. 

“Ah, okay” Sungho knew not to press further when it came to other people's families, it's the last thing he’d want too, but it didn’t stop his heart aching a little as the thought of Leehan having troubles crossed his mind quickly.

He turned back towards the strong boy “Do you have any advice for a first year?” Leehans soft voice broke Sungho out of his thoughts. 

“Maybe, but I know what works for some doesn’t work for others. I made sure to stay focused, but I've also had next to no social life for a whole year so I wouldn't recommend it.” He laughed. 

“Well, I don’t actually need tutoring so we could use this time to hang out,” he paused for a second in disbelief that he even managed to suggest this, Sungho wouldn’t be bothered with him, why should he even still agree to tutoring if Leehan didn’t need it, “I-if you want to that is” he added quickly, “I know you probably have better ways to spend your time, but i promise I’m good company.” He smiled shyly. Sungho raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Leehan wanted to spend this time together with him regardless? After he’d finished talking Sungho chimed in “Well, if it turns out you aren’t good company, at the very least you're nice to look at.” He winked, with a small smirk on his mouth, not entirely sure where his confidence had come from. 

Leehans jaw dropped open and he froze for half a second in thought, if Sungho was joking it wasn’t a good one, “what did you say?” 

Sungho’s heart jumped a little at the question, he had a choice now, he could either play it off as a joke or he could double down on his comment. His mouth started moving before he’d even thought, “I’m sorry, did you mishear me, I mean you're incredibly pretty, I don’t think I would've been able to focus much on tutoring anyway so it’s really a good job-” He stopped when he noticed Leehans expression had turned into a somewhat uncomfortable look. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you un-” 

This time he was cut off by Leehan, “No,” he shook his head, “I’m not uncomfortable by what you said,” he looked down a little, “It’s just, I wouldn’t have been able to focus either if i had to look at you.”

“Oh?” Sungho’s eyes widened and he brought his hand up, tucked his finger under leehans chin and tilted his head up, “look at me” he said quietly.

Leehans heart started thumping in his chest, he lifted his gaze up led by Sunghos touch until their eyes met. 

Sungho explored his face, it was rushed, he would’ve loved to take in every square centimetre of it, count his freckles but he’d look a bit weird if he didn’t do something right now. He leaned in slightly, eyes on his lips, but looked back at Leehans eyes for consent.

Leehan wanted this, this could be a horrible idea but he gave a small and quick nod in return and the finger held under his chin brought him closer as Sungho leaned in further and closed the gap. 

The kiss was soft at first, Sunghos palm on the side of Leehans face was so gentle, Sungho didn’t kiss how Leehan expected him to, he was softer, calmer, but it still drove him crazy. Their lips continued to slide together deliberately. 

Sungho stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, “Hm, you do taste sweet,” Leehan caught his breath for a second and unintentionally whined to the tiniest amount at the loss of Sunghos lips. At this Sungho immediately drove back in with more passion this time, Leehan moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, Leehan letting him in deeper and using his own tongue to tell the broad man he wanted to take anything he would give him.

“please..” Leehan murmured and Sungho moved off Leehan’s plump lips and started using his mouth to plant wet, hot kisses down Leehans jawline and neck, leaving a bite and as Leehan squirmed a bit from this he threaded his long fingers through Sungho’s hair.

Sungho pulled back and made towards the door, he locked it and returned to Leehan immediately, Leehan was standing now, waiting. Sungho pulled him in by his small waist and took his soft mouth with much more fervour this time. He walked back still holding Leehan in any way he could while they stumbled clumsily to the couch, mouths still attached, tongues sliding so filthily together, saliva spilling from their fierce connection. Leehan tugged at Sungho’s jacket in a wordless plea.

“Patience prince, you’ll get what you want.” Sungho breathed down the pretty boy's neck and lowered him onto the couch. Hovering over him he leaned down close to Leehan’s face, “if you behave yourself.” and took him once again into a searing kiss, the other boy lapping at his mouth moaning. 

Leehan had had enough, he shifted enough to sit Sungho up and straddle him, clothed cocks both trapped in their jeans, the friction almost unbearable, Leehan let Sunghos tongue in again and keen forwards, rutting his hips down they groaned in unison, kissing wet and heavy. Sungho reached around Leehan, wrapped his hair around his fist and pulled down. Leehan pressed harder against his stiff cock and whined. This perfect prince-like boy was becoming a mess right before him. His neck so open with his head pulled back, Sungho took the opportunity to lick a dripping stripe up past the boy's adams apple, all the way past his chin and straight into his mouth, letting the prince's head go he made to undo his jeans, Leehan stood and removed them, Sungho stepped towards him, closing him into a wall behind him, he turned him around and pressed against him into the wall. With his face in his brown hair and lips brushing the shell of his ear he reached his hand up around to Leehans mouth. 

The younger man immediately took two of Sungho’s thick fingers into his swollen mouth, swirling his tongue around and coating them in his saliva, Sungho groaned, his cock was throbbing and leaking into his boxers, he needed to fuck this boy into next week but he wasn’t about to injure him because he couldnt be patient himself. 

He removed his fingers from Leehan’s warm mouth and toyed around his hole, giving Leehan a chance to deny him if he’d changed his mind, which of course he hadn’t. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly. Leehan swore in bliss, his voice raising the slightest bit more than was safe, at that Sungho reached his other hand up and clasped it over Leehans mouth and he continued the slow fucking actions with his finger, eventually adding another and scissoring them in his tight hole, occasionally brushing over his prostate, Leehan let out a muffled moan and huffed deeply through his nose, his hard cock leaking against the cold wall. Sungho moved his fingers in and out a few more times before he decided to add a third for good measure.

“Ah-ah, breathe pretty boy” Sungho rasped out as Leehan’s hole tightened around his fingers, he removed his hand from his mouth and Leehan took a deep breath, his hole relaxed and Sungho clapped his hand back over his face and started fucking harder and more persistently into Leehan, pressing into his soft spot over and over again. 

Leehan whined against his lover's hand, knees growing weak with pleasure, he was being thrown towards the edge and in seconds he might just blow, his hole was throbbing around Sunghos fingers until suddenly it was throbbing around nothing. 

Sungho ripped his hand from Leehans insides and fumbled with his pants button quickly, he pulled his jeans down just enough for his girthy cock to spring free, slit leaking with precum, he rubbed his hand over it with a couple of pumps, spreading the wetness over the head and lined himself up against the flushed boy’s entrance, he slowly pushed in but before he could even get past the rim Leehan had shoved himself down onto his cock bottoming out immediately, Sungho groaned and hissed through his teeth along with Leehans moaning and whimpering. 

He held Leehan by his hips, digging his fingers in and keeping him still. If he moved now he’d fill this beautiful guy up before he had the chance to watch him fall apart for him.

They both stood still for a few seconds, heavy breaths the only sound in the room, Sungho felt so good inside Leehan, he looked back at Sungho to see him studying how deep he was in side, Leehan ass cheeks flush against his abdomen, Sunghos his dick twitched and sent a pulse through Leehan causing him to whimper quietly. 

Sungho chuckled dangerously and raised his eyebrows, smirking “You ready, pretty?” 

He didn’t give Leehan a chance to answer properly. Sungho had drawn his thick cock out almost all the way and pulled him back onto it hard and fast, pinpointing his spot right away, he did it again and again. The lack of proper lubrication was apparent as he’d begun feeling sore already but not important in comparison to the sheer pleasure he was feeling as his ass was being smacked hard against the stocky man’s V-line. 

Sungho continued his assault, not caring about the volume of the noises leaving Leehans mouth, he could tell how fucked out he was already by the way he noticed his legs were already weak. He wasn’t done with him yet, Sungho reached his hands under Leehans knees and lifted him in the air, the backs of Leehans legs draped over Sungho’s strong forearms, still buried deep in his stretched hole.

He couldn’t have imagined in all of eternity that this was how good being inside Leehan felt, hot and wet, still tight but pliable enough for him to slide his long, thick cock into his abdomen, causing many curses and moans to fall from both of them. 

Leehan was taken by surprise, he knew Sungho would be strong but, god, he didn’t expect him to suspend him and fuck him like this, but then again, he wasn’t expecting him to even be fucking him full stop. He moaned and writhed against Sunghos wide chest, his head dropping back to rest on his big shoulder.

Sungho caught Leehans lips in a biting kiss, mouths clashing rapidly and repeatedly, he dragged his teeth against him plump, already raw bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to fuck the tall boys limp body down onto his length. “Fuck youre so much prettier like this” he groaned into the crook of Leehans neck.

Leehan’s cock was swollen, so hard, aching for release or touch, dripping with precum, he was right on the edge “Please, ah- Sungho I’m gonna- '' He felt how Sungho’s thrusts got more erratic and out of time. 

Sungho bit into Leehans shoulder and hit into his prostate with so much purpose he could swear he’d never wanted to make someone cum this desperately in his life.

Leehan was reduced to gasps and whimpers as his vision whited out, his orgasm his him like a truck, cock bouncing from being ragged around on Sungho’s weapon, cumming hard, ropes of cum spurting everywhere, he peaked so high that he thought he might never come back to normality.

As he heard Leehans fucked out mewls he also felt his hot wet ring constrict around his dick, squeezing rythmically and deliciously around him, milking him of his own cum, the pretty boys hole was begging to be filled up with his sticky load and who was he to deny him. With a few more ambitious thrusts he was sprinting towards his own release.

The feeling of bliss became paired with overstimulation, causing Leehan to become insanely wobbly and dazed. Sunho continued his battery on his core and soon enough Leehan felt the firm cock painting his inside white with every long pulse.

Sungho growled heavily as he came, entirely sure that someone had to have heard, but this was the most intense feeling he’d felt in a long time, if ever. His body shook on his release, he couldn’t hold Leehan anymore. He wrapped one arm around Leehans waist, holding him close and supported himself against the wall with his other over his head. 

The panting that escaped both males as they adjusted to coming down, still connected, was incredibly erotic even more so considering what had just gone down between them. 

Both still one and sheened with sweat they stayed in a comfortable silence, the electricity in the room around them doing enough in the way of communication. Sungho kissed the soft skin at the back of his neck and across his shoulders, he was a little worried he’d gone too hard.

When Leehan had regained strength in his legs enough to stand without support Sungho removed the arm from his waist and stroked up and down his arms a small smile creeping onto his mouth “Are you okay for me to move?” Sungho asked gently.

“Mhm, I’m okay.” Leehans voice was soft, he was still floating a little in bliss, completely conscious, just relaxed.

Sungho slowly eased out of Leehans soaking hole “ah shit, I think we made a mess” He chuckled lightly and stepped away to his backpack quickly, bringing back a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself and zipped his jeans back up. He took another couple out and warmed them between his palms before he started cleaning Leehan up. He may have just fucked this boy into oblivion but it didn’t change the fact that he was enamoured by him, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grabbed his underwear for him and handed it to Leehan and sat on the couch. 

A small smile swept over Leehans face, did Sungho actually like him like this? “Thanks..” He put them on and went to join Sungho on the couch.

Sungho held his arm out over the couch for Leehan to sit with him, he sat closely, half snuggled almost into Sunghos side. 

“That was much more intense than I intended, are you okay?” Sungho worried his bottom lip. 

Two big eyes looked up at him and creased into half moon eye smiles as Leehans face lifted, “I’m great!” He chirped beautifully.

Sungho let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto in relief. “Oh great, so you dont hate me for fucking you too hard!” He laughed.

Leehan chuckled “If anything I like you more for it.” he poked Sungho in the side playfully. 

“Ah! Watch it,” he jerked “Start acting up now and I might have to teach you a lesson” He looked at Leehan jokingly.

“You were supposed to be teaching me anyway, weren’t you?” Leehan looked smugly at Sungho. 

“Did you not learn anything at all during your time in this room?” he commented sarcastically laughing. “We should actually get going. I only booked the room for an hour because someone had already booked the room for the next slot.” 

Leehan looked like he saw a ghost when he realised how long they’d been in there, Jaehyun had said he’d check if he was ready to go an hour after school finished. He stood quickly and put his pants back on, trying to make himself look decent, in his panic he turned to Sungho and asked how he looked.

Sungho stood face to face with him and brushed some of Leehans now mussed up hair out of his handsome face, “you look like you just got fucked, I mean, you look adorable, but also like you just got fucked.” and pressed a kiss into his still puffy lips. 

Just then the door knocked and Leehan froze, he held a finger up to his lips, he didn’t want to hide this from Jaehyun, he just didn’t feel comfortable having to explain himself right away. The mystery person tried the door handle to find it was locked and rattled it for a second.

Sungho nodded and stayed quiet until they heard the footsteps retreat, Sungho spoke up, “I know I'm kind of going about this the wrong way round but do you wanna go and get a bite to eat?” 

Leehans heart skipped in his chest, “I’d like that, Hyung.” He smiled.

Being called Hyung by this charming boy mixed with the fact Leehan did that cute eye smile again and said yes made Sungho’s breath hitch for a second. He wasn’t gonna be able to focus this year at all was he?