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futbolfanficpunk · 2 years ago

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The Coach

Player: Pep Guardiola Word count: 2,9k+ Summary: Reader is a fem football player who signs up for a 3-week summer clinics camp with Pep Guardiola and his staff. She starts developing feelings quickly for Pep, as she always had a crush on him. At a party on the last day of camp, while in a drunken state and feeling she has nothing to lose, she decides to confess her feelings. Warning: Angst, Smut, Infidelity Authors note: I had this in the back of my mind for a long time, so, I skipped over other stories I had started and wrote this as quickly as I could (which was not that quick at all, it got accidentally deleted halfway through writing, meh). I have the second part in my mind as well. I don't know if I'm ready to share it though, it goes against the sanctity of marriage HAHAHAHA

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Pep Team Summer Camp and Clinics for Professional Female Footballers. That was the title of the email you received from your agent, “You need to get on this! Let’s sign you up?” the body of the email said. You didn’t think twice. You loved the idea of working and learning from Pep Guardiola and you knew he was never going to coach a women's team. This was your chance. “Yes, sign me up!” Fucking Pep Guardiola, fucking Fc Barcelona player, your dream club. Villareal was an amazing club to play for, a growing team but Barca was your goal. Plus, you always thought Pep was charming and handsome, you always had a lil’ admiration crush on him, it would be cool to finally meet him.

On week one of the clinics, you were progressing and getting along with both staff and other players. You shared your room with a girl from As Roma’s team,Valentina, you would communicate in English because it was your only language in common. You had a good time with her, always chatting and joking around a bit before going to sleep. You spent your Sunday off together, went to the beach and around town in Barcelona, where the camp took place.

Pep had already noticed you that week, you saw him staring at you in the last two days and had his staff come to give you extra challenges or exercises, and had them pass the info back to him. You only talked to him twice, you think both times you held your breath the entire time you weren’t talking. By the end of week one, he asked to have a private meeting with you, he wanted to see what type of person you were, your goals, your drives and passions. You spent 30 minutes talking, he was really easy to talk to, his dry sense of humor and sarcasm had you cracking up and you learned that you both like cinema. You told him about your Italian movie collection, he liked Spanish and indy American movies.You told him who your favorite players of all time were. You told him your goal was to end up at Barcelona, play at the Camp Nou and win titles so that eventually you could also get a spot in the National Team. The whole summer clinic camp, if not worth for the footballing value, had been just worth it to have this time with Pep. You found that you actually really like who he was and that made him even more attractive in your eyes. You had noticed the lil’ mannerism he had and made him more likable. You replayed your conversation over and over in your mind during the next couple of days. You didn’t know why, mainly fangirling, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On week two Pep was now talking to you directly during the session at the end of the day of the day, where you would have mini games in groups of 7s. He would call you to give your instructions or correct something you had done, most of the time he would be animated and loud and touched you when talking to you to enphasize what he was saying. Sometimes he would talk closer to your ear, especially when it was a correction, he would be so close to your ear you could feel a bit of his hot breath hitting you, his Catalan accented words floating into your ears. By the third day he was calling you to give you instructions your already agitated heart would skip when he signaled for you to come, and when he was talking to you while you nodded you felt your nipple harden and you core get warm, you almost zoned out to concentrate on his tone coming to your ears “Y/A, you understand, yes?” he asked

“Yes, coach”. You knew thoseinteractions weren't anything special, nor reserved for you, he did it with a few players, the best ones, you could tell that was the dynamic of the clinics. Your teammates were talented players and you were proud to be considered one of the best among them. You were 23, you weren't one of those freaks who were already stars at 21 like Claudia Pina, but you knew you could be great, amazing, if you kept working and fighting for it. Pep seemed to agree. “Real good work today, kid” he said at the end of the session on the fourth day of the second week and gave you a big hug with a few pats on your back, “Thank you, coach” you said as you side-hugged him back and smiled. “Keep it up” he said while walking away and complementing other players.

By the third and final week you felt that Pep was closer to being a colleague or a friend than just a coach, he had the chance to talk to him with other players and staff during lunches. They all joked around, and shared stories. You couldn't stop smiling when he was around, he probably just thought you were a person who always smiled for no reason. Two days before the last day he took you aside for two minutes to give you praises on your game intensity, pass progression and for trying to score more as he had asked you. You smiled the whole time not only with your mouth but with your eyes, you were sure you were glowing or blushing, just didn’t know which one. “Thank you, Pep, these past three weeks have been so amazing, a real learning experience and an honor. It has helped my confidence and I’ll try to keep working on everything you pointed out”, “Good” he said and put his arm around you “Keep working, you got this Y/N. You’re good, don’t doubt it” and gave you a lil pat on the shoulder. You wanted to hug him and kiss his face right there,your crush was peaking, but you just smiled and nodded because you weren’t a crazy person, you were a professional.

The Saturday after the last day of the camp, there was a big party at a beach hotel’s event room for all the girls, staff and coaches to say good bye and party together. You partied with Valentina and other girls. There was food and booze. You had one more drink than you should have. You started having stupid thoughts, like maybe you should tell Pep about your crush on him. You probably won’t see him ever again, anyway, and that way you could live with yourself and not be horny and crushing around an older guy. You had a thing for older men, you always did. You had dates a 35 year old and a 42 year old. This was not a surprise. The surprise was you wanting to act on such a fucking crazy idea. You took a last sip of your drink and told the girls that you would be right back. You looked for Guardiola everywhere. You couldn’t find him, so you asked one of the coaching staff and they told you to check by the beach. You went out to the beach and there he was, barefoot holding his sneakers with one hand, looking at the waves crashing into the sand while walking.

“Pep” you shout

“Y/N” he responded”Is everything ok?”

“Yes, fantastic” you said while sloppy walking closer to him and slightly slurring your words.

“What’s up?” He inquired

“Nothing, just came to talk to you” you answered

“With me? What about?”

“You”

“What do you mean?”

“Well” you sighed “I have something to tell you, and it’s kinda silly but I thought since we’re probably not seeing each other in person again or possibly in years, and I’m druuunk, that I would”

“Oh, fuck”

You laugh.

“It’s worse for me, coach”

When you got ready for this party, you got dressed for him, your cute short blue dress with silver jewelry, girly makeup. You’ve seen his wife, she’s adorable. You weren’t going to compete but you were going to show off just in case you could get him to notice you.

“Go on’ he said crossing his arms

“Pep, I’m glad I’ve had this opportunity to work with you over the past weeks. But I have to say that I found that you were not only a good coach, but also such a fun person to be around and I like you a lot”

“You make it sound like liking someone as a colleague is a bad thing”

“Because I’m saying that I have a crush on you, guapo”

He laughs while you frown like a little girl “How old are you again, Y/N?” he asked

“23” you shot back” “Well, my wife and I have been together 22 years, you know that?”

“I didn’t but I’m not asking you to marry me or anything,” you said while tucking your hair behind your ear “ I just wanted to tell you -- I just wanted you to know that I’m crazy about you and that maybe if you like me back, just a little bit, you should kiss me before we never see each other again” you finished saying while surprising yourself on how you got the cojones to tell him. “You are out of your mind. I could be your dad and you’re telling me all these things?” “I’m not a lil’ girl, and I don’t care that you’re older than me. I've been with older men before” “You’re drunk and you know what? Don’t go back to the party, just go back to your hotel room”

“but Pep–”

“I said go back to your hotel room, NOW” he said in a voice you had never heard from him. “Fuck” you muttered in frustration while you went back to the hotel to go straight to your room. Once in your bedroom, you calmed down. The adrenaline rush was gone and you realized what you had done. You couldn't do anything except cry, not out of rejection but out of complete embarrassment. You quietly drunk-cried until you fell asleep.

When you wake up, your roommate was almost already packed. Your head is throbbing. She said “I’m leaving for the lobby in 5 minutes, but I’ll see you there. Won’t leave until we say good-bye. Va bene?”

“Okay, Vale” you said while rubbing your eyes and went straight for the shower. After getting dressed, taking an aspirin for the hangover, and putting on some makeup, you went to organize your bags. You were trying to finish packing up when someone knocked on your door. You were wondering if your silly roommate left her card-key she needed for the checkout.

You open the door saying, “Did you leave you card-key, silly?”

And there he was, Pep Guardiola with a very serious look on his face.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were Valentina” you said

“Can I come in to talk?” he asked

“Yea, sure but I’m finishing up packing” you quickly replied

You were scared shitless and embarrassed to see him again but also excited, wondering what exactly he wanted to say. You let him in, and go back to your bed to continue packing up your things.

“I just came to make sure you were okay because you were really drunk last night,” said Pep once in “and said some crazy things.”

“I’m okay, just have a nasty headache” you said while you finished putting the last piece of clothing away in your bag “and I wasn’t saying crazy things,” you turned to look at him “I was telling you the truth”.

If you learned anything from being with guys over 35 years old is that they appreciate directness and love confidence. And even if you were nervous right at that moment,you weren’t going to act like it. He was here, and that was a win.

“Well, putting your inappropriate comments aside, I hope we can maintain a professional relationship and I wish you the best. I’ll see you in the lobby” he said

“No” you said

“No, What?”

“ You didn’t come down to my room just to say this little line, Did you?I call bullshit. You could’ve said those exact same words in the lobby or anywhere else but my room”

“ Are you accusing me of something?”

“ I’m accusing you of being intrigued,” you said while getting closer and pressing your fingers on his light training jacket “ I’m saying, maybe you like me”

“You have a lot of nerve”

“Then why haven’t you said no, Pep?”

“No to what?”

You grin and let out a chuckle, he is playing dumb and you know it, he’s into this. You take one more step forward so that’s no space between you two while he stares at you like he wants to kill you for tempting him.

“To me” you pull his jacket toward you and press your lips against his. He wrapped his hands around your arms with little strength to push you back but his hands melted there and his lips kissed you back. You pull back a bit to get your hands on his face to cup his cheeks and kiss him again with your mouth a bit open to fit his upper lip in between yours. He started to kiss you back with his mouth open as he pulled you towards him while holding your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you met his with yours. You placed your hands on his shoulder as the kiss became more intense, you could hear his agitated breathing. You wanted him. You weren’t sure how far you could take it as people were waiting for you both but you didn’t care. You pulled slightly away from his mouth, took his hands, and guided him down your ass, “Touch me, please”, he just stared at you, pupils dilated, and did as you said. You kissed his olive-tone neck as he fondled your ass. You went for his mouth again and your hands went down his torso to explore his pants. Your hands found his hard member and rubbed on top of it through his clothes. He groaned into your mouth while your tongue danced with his. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, so you parted from the kiss, pulled the elastic from your joggers and panties out to make space for his hand, and with your other hand pulled his hand into your in-between “Feel me” you instructed. He rubbed the folds of your wet core with his fingers while he bit his lips, drawing big circles around your core, it made you so excited you let out a small moan. “How are you this wet? He asked while looking at your moany mouth.“I told you before, I like you, a lot. I want you” you said in a breathless voice as you kissed his chin and neck.

He took this hand out of under your clothes and backed up with a concerned look on his face “We can’t do this”

“Why not? You’re here, aren’t you?” you said while reaching for his arm “you aren’t going to leave me high and dry, are you? You asked in a whiny voice and a pout, but internally you were getting ready to be rejected because you had seen doubt in his expression.

“This is a line I’m not ready to cross, dear” he as he crosses his arms across his chest “I have a family, y/n, I’ve lost control as it is”

“I’m glad you did, though”

“I’m sure” he sighs “I’m going to go the lobby before I do anything else that I will regret”

“Can I have one more, please?”

“One more?”

“Kiss”

He came over to you, held your face, and placed a soft kiss on top of your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed and whispered “Thank you”

He let out a small incredilous chuckle “You’re cute” he let go of you and said with intensity that defines him “but this ends here. We’re not going to talk about this, you’re not going to contact me. This is something that’s not happening again. Understood?”

“Yes, coach” you replied, because even though you wanted to challenge him you know he was serious and you should leave it.

“Good luck with everything” he said as he turned around towards the door

“Hey, Guardiola”

“What?

“Smell your fingers” you said while giggling

“Fuck you” he said with a chuckle

He closed the door behind him and you did a little dance in your room and giggled. You let your body slam into the bed. You sighed and touched your lips trying to trace where he had just kissed you. You couldn’t believe it. You actually kissed him, you touched him and he touched you. He was the oldest man you ever had kiss, but probably the most intense of them all. You were warm and fuzzy. How did you pull this off? You thought to yourself.

Valentina gave you a hug near the entrance of the hotel lobby “You took forever! I almost left without saying good-bye”

“I know, sorry! Had to reorganize my bag because I couldn’t close it, and my backpack was full too! But keep in touch and best of luck in Roma, maybe I can visit you sometime”

“Good luck to you too. And text me, you bitch”

“I swear I will” you said and laughed.

You look around to see if you could see him one more time before you leave for the one week you have left to actually go on vacation before pre-season starts. You did see him, he was saying goodbye to some of the coaching staff, you stared for a lil’ too long and he noticed and looked back. You mouthed off a “bye” and waved. He waved in your direction and immediately kept talking to the people around him. You sighed and left for the airport.

A month into your pre-season with Villareal you were still thinking about Pep and often. You never tried to contact him, but you thought of all the things you would say if you could see him again, you thought about the hotel and the way he kissed you. You had done well during the pre-season, you were disciplined, and were always in the starting eleven. Outside the pitch, you weren’t being too crazy, you only acted out during your one-week vacation in San Sebastian, where you made out with a divorced 30-year-old guy you met at a tapas bar and ended up bar hopping with him. You were chasing the feeling that kissing Pep gave you but it wasn’t even close. Your phone vibrated and you got a notification from a phone you didn’t recognize, it was really late but you weren't sleepy and watching a series.

You included a picture from your personal trainer's gym you had taken that week. You didn't care if it seemed you were trying hard. You were always going to shoot your shot. He heart-reacted to it but didn't text back. You knew then; he's thinking about you too, even if he's too afraid to admit it. That made you happy.

#pep guardiola #pep guardiola imagine #man city imagine #manchester city imagine #manchester city fanfic #pep guardiola fanfic #football fanfic #football fac fiction #man city fan fic #pep guardiola x reader

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kozmicmizuu · 1 year ago

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Something been in my head for HOT minute, and i mean for a minute bro…

has anyone like, thought about combining the breathing techniques with the power and mechanics of the bending from avatar the last air bender?? cause i’m going insane thinking about it.

also, the demon slayer corps deserves a stronger way to fight tbh cause OMFG THEY GET THEY ASS WHOOPED‼️ i’ve always that the breathing styles were just a lil too weak?? like they’re fighting demons that can regenerate limps, have lived for centuries and other cracked abilities. like yes, they’re human and we can only do so much, but cmon steroids exist/hj (btw steroids did not appear until the 30s so…)

fun fact about me, i still- to this DAY, have not watched avatar the last air bender. I know, i know, a sin really 😕 now i really wanna watch it so ima do that frfr

ok but like that’d be so cool, like the core breathing styles (water, wind, flame, stone, and thunder. maybe sun and moon..) they’d be INSANELY COOL, and they’d be so good and so much safer and more efficient with demon slaying. idk how the other styles would work but i’d imagine it’d be pretty similar with the styles they are derived from.

ok maybe i am neurodivergent cause i dont think anyone that has there neurons not diverged thinks of stuff like this and gets a little too into it.. i really need to get checked tbh😔

ughhhhhhh i really wanna watch avatar now… cant wait to speedrun avatar until demon slayers new season comes out!!! my brain about to be busy and fried mwehehehehheeh

edit: omg i just thought if this was the case then i’m pretty sure that power rankings would be different but idk

#demon slayer #kny #kimestsu no yaiba manga #kimetsu no yaiba #avatar the last airbender #god can’t safe me #like cmon bro think about it #THE CORPS DESERVE A BETTER CHANCE #AND THIS IS THE WAY #i’m so sick in the head #deranged and melevonent #ughhhhhh PLEASE AGREE?!!?!?!?!?#i’m eepy and hungry #also i think the uniforms would be better looking #for the aesthetic frfr #did i mention i can’t fuckijg spell #I CANT TYPE

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acefaun · 1 year ago

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I am challenging you to write a Crack Fic where Zyglavis is reader's elder brother and scolds her for shedding so much hair. But he reluctantly helps her clean it and turns out most of the hair is his because they are Freaking L O N G!

Zyglavis- Shedding

Synopsis: Zyglavis, your older brother, chooses to punish you for leaving a mess around your living space, but what if that backfires on him?

✨Masterlist✨ Gender-neutral goldfish!

A/n: 🤭This is golden, and I’m wondering if you noticed that Zyg wouldn’t notice that he himself is shedding because he has a carpet in his room, and as someone who owns a carpet, I’m telling you, you will not know there’s hair just desperately clinging to that carpet no matter how hard you look at it or how hard you vacuum. Also, I haven’t been in a typing mood in a hot minute, so I tried writing in my journal instead, and I wrote this fic while I was outside watching chickens. My problem-solving skills are getting better! ✨ And maybe I answered this so fast because I miss my brother. 💙 And this isn’t edited, so disregard any oopsies, please!

–Word Count: 1,430–

Zyglavis had to pause upon first opening the door that led to your, his younger sibling’s, room. You weren't there, but you had previously asked him to leave your book on your desk when he returned it. But… maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to leave it in your room…

The longer he stood there deep in thought, he realized something… He’d noticed that what made him pause in your door was the same exact thing he recalled seeing in your shared living room as well. When there was just enough movement to create the slightest gust of air, there was a barely noticeable shift on the floor. It was as if the air had wisps of outlines that exposed its secret motions.

He had refrained from telling you anything the past few weeks, having had the utmost faith that you’d clean up after yourself. But evidently his confidence was misplaced.

Besides, you were lucky enough to have a big brother caring enough to correct these kinds of behaviors. Yes, you were fortunate indeed.

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He thought you were considerably fortunate to have someone like him looking out for you. You, however, did not share that same sentiment. Of all the things in the universe, you beloved brother had to become a nagging, nitpicking mother…

Your eyes were glued to the supposedly filthy floor as Zyglavis ceaselessly lectured you. Only, after a minute, you were snapped out of your silent brooding when Zyglavis’ harsh tone demanded, “(Name), are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

“Yes…” You answered, finally turning to regard him. You looked him up and down with furrowed brows before you slowly questioned, “Have you been plotting that speech all morning, waiting for me to get home?” Another huff left your lips without even bothering to receive his answer first—you two were almost similar in that regard. You tiredly rubbed the edge of your eyebrow. “You worry about the smallest things…”

Lifting your hand to snap your fingers, you were caught off guard when Zyglavis’ hand wrapped around yours, stopping your action. Before you could open your mouth in protest, Zyglavis was already speaking. “This is something you’re going to take seriously. And I’ve already decided on your punishment.”

“Punishment,” you repeated incredulously. It’s not that you wanted to interrupt him, but you were surprised that he had the audacity to punish you over something trivial like that. Sure, he was the Chief Minister of Punishments and you, being his younger sister, were not an exception to the rules, but this was excessive! It was uncalled for! You had no idea what was going on in his head, but whatever it was wasn’t fair. “You’re going to punish me–” He sighed as you started ranting. “–for something out of my control? It’s not like I just snapped my fingers and put hair all over the place because I thought It’d be funny to see you pissed off! You have to cut me some slack! It’s just hair—hair that naturally falls out, you know?” To end your argument, you firmly exclaimed, “You can’t punish me!”

Before you could continue to start a further rant about how ‘unjustified’ this was, Zyglavis uttered, “I haven’t sentenced you to death, (Name). Please, let me finish.” His eyes bored into you as he slowly added, “If you’re finished your tantrum…?”

Pursing your lips, you nodded once. “Sorry… Explain.”

Shooting you a pointed look that told you to remain silent, he released your hand from his custody. “In order to ensure that you remember to keep your living space tidy, I’m having you manually clean both your room and our living room.”

Another argument was spilling from your lips as soon as you’d heard his punishment for you. “But between my room and the living room, the space is so big! It’ll take forever!”

“It took you a month to accumulate all this hair on the floor,” he pointed out. “I’m merely taking a few hours of your time in return; a few hours at most.” Seeing your silent disdain for his decision, he reluctantly added, “I will help you, if you’re willing to take this seriously.” Snapping his fingers, he held out a broom to you.

Inhaling deeply and sighing, you took a broom from him. “Fine. I’ll get started in my room…”

You were still partially grumbling to yourself and pouting as you walked through your open door, when Zyglavis called out again in warning, “And you’re not to use your powers. And don’t forget to sweep under your bed—I don’t want to imagine what it must look like under there…”

“You can keep your judgemental comments to yourself,” you snipped back, “Please, and thank you.”

As far as punishments went, this was far from the worst, you knew… Especially when you considered that it was coming from Zyglavis, the expert at punishments. Still, as always, Zyglavis was precise when coming up with a punishment that would fit the crime. This one was only so strange because it wasn’t entirely usual for him to join you in a punishment. Though, it wasn’t that surprising. He did have a soft spot for you, after all, and would always share your burdens.

Thanks to his willing help, it didn’t take even an hour for the both of you to make a decent pile of hair in the middle of the living room.

However… you were both tense and silent, neither daring to speak a word to the other. Now… Your shared silence wasn’t encouraged by the fact that the pile of hair was big enough to possibly manifest into a living creature at any given moment. No, it was more so… the fact that most of this pile of hair… didn’t look like your hair…

Quietly inhaling, you picked up a few of the long, blue strands of hair. Observing them for a moment, you held the strands between your fingers, holding them up between you and your brother before pensively asking, “Big brother…” You trailed off, pausing. “Do you want to say anything?”

Another moment of silence passed.

Zyglavis, hesitantly, finally opened his mouth to make a comment. “I have nothing to say, and you have nothing to say either.” He emphasized his words with a sharp look.

Your gaze flitted to the pile of hair on the floor. Purposefully, you pointed out, “That’s not my hair.”

“(Name),” he said firmly, using his gaze alone to demand your silence.

No matter what he said at this point… This was, by majority, his pile of hair. “Zyg…” You said his name in the same manner that he spoke yours, shooting him a questioning look. His expression told you that he was rethinking his entire life. Still, you prodded, “You wanna check your carpet now…?”

Resigning himself to his fate, he turned to rigidly escape back to his room. “I will speak with you later,” he uncharacteristically mumbled.

Grinning smugly, you mocked, “Don’t forget to clean under your bed.”

He grunted.

“And Ziggy,” you mockingly added, “no powers.”

“(Name)!”

After a long moment of silent torture, you joined him in his room. You knew that he silently trudged back to his room to punish himself for what he’d forced you to endure by manually and painstakingly cleaning his carpet of his own hair. This was surely the only time you’d ever see your big brother on his hands and knees doing work. Because, sure, he could snap his fingers, but what lesson would there be to learn in that?

Still, he did it because of you… and you smiled affectionately at the unspoken meaning behind his actions. “Want some help?”

Not turning to meet your gaze, he sighed. “If you wouldn’t mind…” He was clearly flustered by his mistake, but it seemed it only gave you an excuse to spend some well-deserved quality time together.

#star crossed myth #department of punishments #zodiac gods #star crossed myth fanfic #scm zyglavis #voltage fanfic #fanfic #star crossed myth imagines #my asks

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sspaz1000 · 2 years ago

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5,4,3,2,1

Um yes I know that I’m like a week late in getting to this, but this is the first time I’ve been on my laptop in a hot minute.

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Tagged by @smblmn thank you for the tag!

5 works (in no particular order):

Suit

Volunteer - My first drabble. Impressed with myself that I did it. And keep doing it.

You just wanna feel what can’t be known - Kinky smut. And the only thing that I wrote in 2022 over 100 words. And probably most of that was started in 2021 for that Kinktober, lol.

Burst: Whump Edition

Bargain/Blanket - My only non D&P work and you can definitely tell cause it got no love, lol.

4 WIPs

These are among the ones I want to finish for sure:

I have the expanded drabble of Patrick and the Deer drabble completed. Need to look it over, and it definitely needs a beta because I did it during NaNo so it’s most likely very sloppy

Expanded piece on Jewelry drabble about Patrick

I have a Happy New Year prompt written in a notebook and a couple others from that Creative Writing Prompts tumblr. My goal was to write all 31 prompts and then you know tendinitis. I’d like to type them up and get them posted.

Also I have a David and Patrick try cooking a recipe that one of you lovely people gave me for Instant Pot Crack Chicken.

3 improvements in my writing

Hahahahahahhahaha, I know I shouldn’t be self deprecating, but yeah, not sure my writing has improved any?

Getting better at noticing when I’m switching tenses.

Knowing I can write a drabble even if it isn’t that good. I can get my point across in 100 words.

Um I genuinely don’t know a third thing?

2 writing resolutions

Taking my time to tell the whole story. Actually finishing it.

Stats don’t matter.

Number 1 favorite line

I generally don’t go back and re-read my work. So I don’t know, but here’s a line from the last fic I posted in 2022.

Patrick tries to settle for the night as he licks his lips still feeling the rub of stubble on his face.

#54321 meme #thanks for tagging me #sorry it took so long to post #but I kind of feel like I don't have enough shall I say legit works to do this

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hydrangeyes · 1 year ago

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Homage

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Edit Nov.8.2023: I was cooking with this one, to bad I was satisfied with the appetizer lol

A jujutsu Kaisen fic I’m making for myself, inuyasha vibes featuring ex sukuna and Gojo the brat, relationships still up in the air, male reader specifically

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Chapter 1: Someone wrote this song before

It wasn’t raining that day. No, it was hot and sunny. There was even a nice breeze every now and then. The smell of the woods and the sounds of cicada, that wide grin you use to find charming. It was the only thing your senses could pick up. Smell, sound, sight. Was this his plan all along?

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Orange blossom park was a rather large and popular. Many come to sightsee and pay homage to its lucky tree. The rumor has it where anyone brave enough to touch the tree and greet it then apologize, you would without a doubt be granted your deepest desire.

A weird rumor and one with just as odd of steps but, it hasn’t been disproven yet.

Of course, mainly lovers or anyone who really just wanted some form of luck actually went about doing this. Others came because the tree truly was beautiful and was the perfect spot for photos.

And today was just the perfect day to visit. The trees’ flowers were in full bloom, the area smelt amazing, and well, who wouldn’t at least pass by for lunch or just a quick relaxing sit-down.

It’s too bad you were waking up today,

The park’s ground rumbled and began to tremble. A bit of a surprise but no one really started to panic until the trembling became a quake. The ground shattered and burst, roots shot out from each crack.

All hell broke loose as others tried to make it out of the park and away while others were caught on the roots or falling into the gaps.

One after the other the tree’s roots lashed out trying to raise the tree itself but it was struggling. So after a little more, it stopped.

The park was a wreck, those who slipped in the gaps eventually came out unharmed….It was written off as a very strange earthquake. After all, the park area was the only one affected.

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A good 20-minute bus ride away Yuji Itadori stopped mid-talking a he felt a wave of energy run through him. Inside he can also feel sukuna standing attention. He couldn’t help but ignore his friends as his focus went to the sounds of soft crying and the feeling of sukuna getting restless.

Nobara and Fushiguro watched as he zoned out mid-talking. The three of them were lucky enough to have lunch breaks around the same time.

And usually, Itadori was talking up a storm about a class or two, so hearing the chatter suddenly stop? It was weird. “Hey, idiot at least finish your sentence before ignoring us!” Nobara huffs, giving Itadori a sharp jab on the chest which seemed to snap him out of it.

“Ah! Sorry sorry, I just…thought I heard someone crying? I even felt something weird..” He mumbles rubbing the back of his neck trailing off. Nobara and Fushiguro glanced at each other then a bit more seriously at Itadori.

“Is Sukuna fucking with you?” Nobara asks glaring at his cheek. But before Itadori could answer a familiar mouth pops up on his cheek. “Shut it brat, this time it’s not me…It’s something all of you should keep an ear out for and avoid.”

Hearing the lack of taunt and condescending tones in his voice set everyone on edge. What was it that Itadori sensed to make Sukuna wary?

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Short one short one short one, But hey this is pretty self indulgent, Sorry y/n that you don’t appear for a hot minute lol, pretty unedited

#male reader #x male reader #jjk x male reader

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tasmpeter · 3 years ago

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ ﾟ. VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT: ROAD TRIP TO MURDERVILLE.

* ੈ🩸‧₊˚ chapter one: skin

( i. skin | ii. pocketful of sunshine | iii. two of hearts | iv. disco tits )

— pairing: adrian chase x mercenary!reader

— synopsis: vigilante and man-eater hardly knew each other. hell, they didn't even know each other's real names. they have met a couple times. man-eater collecting bounties on wanted men, only to find adrian chase standing over the dead bodies of the men she was attempting to kill. that’s how all their run ins went. man-eater too late to cash in on her bounties and vigilante always there, waiting for you. it was a game for you two. who could get to the bad guy first?

after man-water missed a half of a million dollars bounty due to vigilante and pure boredom, you came up with a proposition. vigilante and man-eater drive across country, collecting only the highest bounties and split the profit. with peacemaker in prison, adrian had nothing to keep him in evergreen. so began two sociopaths killing (and fucking) their way around america.

— content warnings: smut (unprotected sex, pain kink, degration kink, rough sex, knife play, blood kink, knife kink, masked sex), gore, violence, small mentions of drug usage, swearing. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: this is part one of a series i’m writing! this is my first time writing smut so if y’all have any tips, send them my way. this is also cross posted on ao3 & wattpad! enjoy <3

* currently revamping the series a little! just some minor editing & layout changes. this chapter has been edited <3

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You knew you were too late before you even arrived.

The wooden doors were falling off the hinges and there was a blood trail leading to the bedroom. Crack pipes and various needles were scattered about the house. Your victim was suppose to be a big time crackhead who owed some very powerful people money. You slammed her fist into the broken door. That one was worth 500k. You were going to kill Vigilante.

Vigilante and Man-Eater had this thing. You would try to collect a bounty, and he would always be there right before you arrived, killing them. The first couple times, you let it slide, chalking it up to coincidence, but now— now it is fucking personal.

Your footsteps were muffled by the blood soaked carpet as you stepped into the bedroom, pistol drawn. There was your bounty, dead on the floor surrounded in blood, and Vigilante, covered in blood, sat comfortably on the bed.

"I was waiting for you, wondered if you were ever going to show up. You are pretty late this time, this guy has been dead for at least twenty minutes,” Vigilante said, twirling a knife in his hands.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You screamed, pulling a knife out of your thigh holster and charging at him. Vigilante was now laid flat on his back on the shitty, cigarette burned bed with a knife to his throat. Man-Eater straddling his thighs, hovering over the masked man. His breaths became heavier and you felt like you could hear his heart beating from here. Man-Eater didn't know if it was due to your overly frustrating day or the fact you hadn't slept in two days, but the man you had spread out beneath you had never looked hotter. It suit him, being beneath you.

"If you wanted to be on top, you could have just asked,” Vigilante spoke and you could just hear the fucking smirk on his lips. His hips bucked against your thigh as you just pressed the knife harder against his throat — turning him on more (and maybe yourself).

"You are one sick fuck. I'm holding a knife to your throat and all you can think about is wanting to fuck me,” You said, licking your lips at the sight of this man writhing underneath you.

"Well, you are really hot and your thigh is pressed directly into my crotch. The knife thing is just a plus," Vigilante moaned out as your thigh pressed harder into his crotch. You knew what you were doing. Maybe out of anger for him taking your kill once again or maybe — maybe you wanted him too.

"Take the fucking mask off,” You calmly stated. Your maroon latex suit had a main zipper down the front that allowed you to slip the costume on with ease. Maybe to tease Vigilante — or turn him on even more, you slowly began to pull the zipper, exposing your black bra underneath.

"You can't see my face. I wear one for a reason,” Vigilante pleaded, eyes directed at the cleavage in front of him. You rolled her eyes and with the tip of the knife, rolled up the bottom of his mask so that his lips were exposed. They were bright pink and wet — they looked so kissable.

Then, you kissed him. You kissed him hard and rough, like you were making a statement with your lips. Like you didn't want to be kissing him, but here you were, making out with a guy you had just threatened to kill. Even with your mouth, Man-Eater was putting up a fight.

After processing the fact he had a beautiful lady on top of him, kissing him, Vigilante finally kissed back. He met you with the same ferocity that you kissed him with. Sloppy, hard, and fast. Tongues clashing together, teeth knocking into one another. It was primal. There was no love in that kiss. Only frustration and lust were to be found in that room.

Vigilante slowly made his way towards the zipper of your suit, and almost like he was teasing you, slowly started to unzip the latex suit even further. He was taking excruciatingly long and, maybe fueled by lust and frustration, you unzipped your entire suit, kicking it on the floor. You were almost naked now, only a bra and underwear covering you now — and Vigilante was dying to rip them off. He pushed your onto the bed and tore the black underwear of your body, and slowly began kissing his way up your legs. Your hands were already on his mask, begging to be gripping hair instead.

"If you don't put that fucking mouth on something useful, I'll fucking cut it off,” You begged as you were writhing in pleasure underneath Vigilante. He moaned when you said that. He fucking moaned at the threat of physical violence against him. He was one perverted motherfucker. He finally placed his mouth between your legs and you swore you found god.

Vigilante began lapping at your cunt, trying to draw you wetter and wetter. Your screams of pleasure filled the empty house — minus the dead body on the floor beside them, and your screams only made him grow harder. His tongue quickened it's pace with each scream you let out. He wanted you begging for you life beneath him. You couldn't take it any longer. You needed to feel him inside of you.

"V. I- I need you inside of me,” You moaned through your words. Vigilante wasted little time unbuckling his pants and slipping himself inside of you. Their moans became one as he entered your tight cunt.

After the first wave of pleasure finished rolling over his body, Vigilante began picking up the pace. Each thrust leaving the mercenary a mess underneath him. Squirming and gripping bedsheets as he bottomed out with each thrust. His mouth found your large breasts and began sucking on your nipples. Your moans became louder, holding onto the back of Vigilantes amour to steady yourself.

He pulled himself off of your breasts, "You are such a fucking whore. Fucking an unnamed guy you don't even know in some crack house." Each word annunciated with a thrust.

"S-says you. You find the first pussy you see and start fucking it. I-I was trying to kill you and it fucking turned you on, you fucking manwhore," You said between each trust, choking back your moans while you spit venom. You weren’t nice about it. What they were doing, wasn't nice.

His hands found themselves around your neck and squeezed, "You haven't even seen my face, but you, I have seen plenty of you. You think that little paint on your face hides your identity, but it doesn't. Yet here you are, taking the cock of a guy you haven't even looked in the eyes."

You moaned as he squeezed tighter around your neck and your hands slowly made way for the knife laying on the bed next to them, "Then take it off."

Vigilante laughed, "And why should I do that? Kind of defeats the point of a secret identity." He was still pounding away at her cunt. His balls slapping against your fragile skin, stinging your raw skin.

Quickly, Man-Eater pulled the knife back to Vigilante's throat, pressing deep enough to cause discomfort, but not enough to actually drawn blood, "Come on, baby. You don't want to look me in the eyes while you fuck me?"

Maybe it was the feeling of the cold metal against his throat, or the way you begged him to take off his mask. But he reached up and pulled the mask off of his head and for the first time, the two made eye contact.

"Now that's a good boy,” You drawled out, the knife pressing deeper into his neck, just begging to break skin. You just began actually notice Vigilantes unmasked face. He was oddly beautiful. He wasn't traditionally gorgeous, but god was he gorgeous to her. His green eyes and the damp curly brown hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He looked nerdy and not like a cold blooded killer. Maybe that turned you on more.

In one swift move, you were now flat on your stomach and Vigilante's deep strokes began once again. The knife that was pressed against his throat, thrown across the room and your arms were now pinned behind back. The room echoed with the sounds of the meshing of skin. You arched your back up to deepen the connection.

"Vig, I-I'm going to come!” You screamed out through the sounds of slapping skin.

"M-me too," Vigilante could barely make the words out. He was out of breath and he felt himself slowly beginning to let himself go.

"Vig! Oh-oh! Yes!" The pair release at the same time and you had never felt more pleasure in your life. You had never wanted something more than you did then.

Laid out on your back, you were still trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked like that before — ever. The crack house bedroom no longer smelt like fresh blood and gunpowder. Instead, a humid air lingered along with the smell of sex and swear. Vigilante kept checking his throat to make sure you didn't actually cut him. There was a small knick, nothing major, he'll live. You chuckled at the guy. He seemed majorly neurotic and it was a breath of fresh air. All the men you had even been with or met were arrogant, hot headed and selfish. A selfish man doesn't immediately eat a girl out. Maybe you could grow to stand Vigilante. Enough for let him eat your pussy more often.

"So, what's your name then?" You asked, standing up to grab your clothes scattered across the floor. You found your underwear in the pile of blood. Fuck, you won't be wearing those.

This apparently startled the killer, too preoccupied checking his throat to remember he had another person in the room, "Uh, that is top secret information."

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the latex suit, "I already saw your face, dumbass. Not really top secret information anymore. I was going to offer you a business proposition, but since you don't trust me enough to tell me your name, I guess I won't ask you."

Now intrigued by the offer, Vigilante peaked his head up and turned towards you, "Well, if I were to tell you my name, what would the offer be?"

You sauntered over to the boy, your suit still unzipped to your stomach, "Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come on a little road trip with me. I have a couple of big bounties lined up across the country, and — not that I need the help — you just seem like you are good at being a bounty hunter. We would split the cash."

Vigilante pondered the question. Well, he already knew his answer, he just wanted to watch Man-Eater nervously play with her cuticles and twitch. A beautiful murder just asked him to travel across the United States for money? Of course he was in. Ever since Peacemaker went to prison, he had been getting increasingly bored of Evergreen. Same petty criminals, same boring job. Until he crossed paths with you. You were sexy, dangerous, mysterious, and hilarious. Watching Man-Eater get angry with him because he killed one of your targets was incredibly funny. Most fun he's had since Peacemaker left.

"Adrian Chase."

You looked up from her hands and locked eyes with the man in front of you. A smile spread across your face and Adrian thought he was staring into the sun. He could get used to that.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Adrian,” The way you said his name. It was breathy and drawn out, almost like a moan. Seduction was definitely one of your strong suits. You reached your hand out and was met with a firm handshake from Adrian.

"So, who are we killing first?" Adrian asked, clipping pieces of his suit back together.

You zipped up the rest of her maroon suit, "Jimmy Rogers. A small time arms dealer in Twin Falls, Idaho. Worth about a 100k."

Adrian nodded, not daring to look away from your eyes, "Well, who's car are we taking?"

#tasmpeterfic #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #vigilante #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x female reader #peacemaker #freddie stroma #smut #mercenary!reader

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schuylerpeck · 2 years ago

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Hey, my little trip feels like a pilgrimage and I love you.

Getting off the train, my feet brought me on a familiar path before I even realised. The sundial that marked the "almost~there" threw me out of my reverie and I tried to go further, regretting it with every step forward. It felt like these dreams you try to force back after the alarm was snoozed, five more minutes of fighting to keep the story on track. It never works well enough and I stopped when I saw the apartment block at the end of the street, not knowing what I was looking for anyway: the flat, the old piano and the furniture had been sold years ago.

Don't you wish you could knock at a stranger's door and say "Someone I lost but still love lived there, and there's a ghost of the child I was in this place. I'd like to offer them to leave with me, can I enter"? I wish, but in this world we can't, and this echo of little me will stay there, running in the corridor laughing, haunting someone else instead of me. Still, I hope their joy will be heard.

I never liked nor hated this city before, but now it holds hostage both an unfinished story and many memories. It's not a healing, more a bandaid, to roam in the museum, forgetting to eat or drink, finding peace for a few hours hidden at the heart of a place that smells of grief and grime, a place on which I can't extend any forgiveness yet.

But I come back again and again, despite, in hope the laughter of a friend can lift this fog, in hope eight thousand voices can mend my heart for a little while. And they do live up to my hopes: softened by their light, my heart gets torn open by a line in unison —A moment for the poet's play, until there's nothing left to say— and appeased by another —Come on in, the fire's warm, dull the blade and dance some more.

There's something about crowds singing together, isn't there? So along with the safe harbour of slightly cracked paintings, this something I can't seem to pinpoint will be my gift for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time. I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, the heater kicks on and I love you.

the sky yawns blue after 3PM and I race to get all my best living in before the sun sets. in the last few weeks, I’ve grabbed coffee with a writer I admire, watched the snow fall in bright flakes from a warm bookstore with a friend, and woken up in the middle of the night to feel the dog sneak closer into my arms. this bliss — this joy in feeling at the steering wheel of my life. saying I've decided to take the scenic route, but finding eighteen wrong ways of getting there. taking a hill too quickly and bracing when the earth beneath me groans and gives; realizing the driver’s seat can be terrifying.

sadness feels too sticky to write about, though with every letter, I love to watch the picture of you grow clearer and want to honor your honesty with my own. there’s a book of poems I’m writing. I’m proud of it. when I flip through the pages, even as pencil- and tear-stained as they are now that I’m elbow-deep in editing, I think it may be the most important thing I’ve ever done, but it also feels like tracing the outline of a gash the skin hasn’t stitched over fully yet. I don’t know if I can stand raw to the world, let alone in the solitude of my room.

have you ever felt too stained by the world, by your past, you don’t know where to begin in washing it away? I know we were here before everything could touch us. I know we are still here, still ourselves, resting just beneath this feeling. there’s a mineral spring not far from this road. let me patch up the tires and we can wade there for a while. this spot in the hot bath of the earth, to sit in the quiet and let the weight of what we carry lift a little, is my gift to you, if for no other reason than we’re here, experiencing the happiness and pain life has to offer in this world at the same time. we can breathe in the steam and watch the canopy move above us, held in the forest’s palm. we can talk about it all or we don't have to say a thing. the trees will keep watch for us. let’s close our eyes.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don’t know you, but I love you.

#idkybily #this is made me tear up with every read #thank you #i don't know you but i love you #poetry #poems

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

#sero hanta #sero hanta mha #sero hanta bnha #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x fem reader #sero hanta smut #hanta sero #hanta sero mha #hanta sero bnha #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero x fem reader #hanta sero smut #omegaverse #tw: a/b/o

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pineapple-lover-boy · 3 years ago

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Obey Me! Brothers + Un/Dateables Taking Shower With MC

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Lucifer:

Refused at first

He didn’t find any use in taking a shower with you

But with lots of persisting he’ll crack

He goes over the top

Candles, soft music, dimmed lighting, the works

When you tell him it’s supposed to be a casual thing you can almost see his pride cracking

He waves it all off as it being your first time taking a shower together so it has to be intimate

Insists on cleaning your hair/scalp

If you want to do it on your own then he’ll just guide your hands

He’s rough while washing your hair/scalp: scraping your head and pushing down a lot

He does not expect the same treatment from you but is grateful

He doesn’t help clean your body at first

You’d have to tell him you want him to help or he’d take a couple showers with you before actually doing it himself

He wants you to feel comfortable with him, especially after certain events

Once you’re both completely clean he’ll hold you for a few minutes

He says it’s because the warm/cool water is nice but you both know that’s not why

Definitely wants to dry you (but will keep his distance if he feels hesitation in you)

Once you’re both done he’ll have you put on his night clothes and will personally tuck you into his bed

He’s really a gentleman the whole time but wouldn’t mind going farther if you wouldn’t

Mammon:

Blushed. A lot.

“Of course ya’d like to shower with the Great Mammon-”

“Mammon, my showers been broken for days and I trust you the most.”

Doesn’t even ask why he needs to be in the shower after that

Refuses to look at you

“Mammon, can you help me with my hair/head?”

“Y-yeah…”

He takes long, hot showers so after some time has passed he gets more comfortable

If you insist on doing his hair he’ll stop his arguing soon after you first asked because deep down he needed you to clean his hair

Doesn’t really like either of you cleaning each other’s bodies because gross but he wouldn’t say no if you asked

He gets blushy again afterwards when you’re drying up

Mammy offers to walk you to your room so you can get clothes but not be bothered by his brothers

If you ask to wear his clothes

You’ve effectively destroyed the Avatar of Greed’s mind into pieces

He again refuses to look at you

Once in bed he’ll attach himself to you

He’ll loosen up if you say you’re uncomfortable but he won’t fully let go

He says he just needs a minute to hold you

That minute turns into the whole night

On the plus side, he’s warm, comfortable, and is a good listener

Best time to get a confession out of him btw

Leviathan:

Levi, Levi, Levi

He doesn’t hear you at first because you guys are watching My Husband Turned Into A Wolf And I Think I’m In Love With My Next Door Neighbor and his attention is glued to the TV screen

You push him around though and he soon turns some attention over to you

“Levi, you know I love you, right?”

Now you’ve got his full attention and an added bonus on a fire on his face

“Y-yeah?”

High key thought you were proposing to him

But, oh, it was so much worse

“Levi, can we take a bath together? No funny business, I promise.”

He blacked out

He was still sitting there and looking at you but his brain bounced

After a while you bring him back and he starts hiding his face in one of his many Ruri-Chan Limited Gold Edition Body Pillow Plush With A Voice Box (sold separately)

“But why me? I’m just a gr-”

“Don’t call yourself a gross otaku because you know for a fact I’m also an otaku.”

He raises his head from his pillow just enough for you to see one of his eyes

“But you’re still my normie Henry?”

“Of course. Now can we take a bath? I know you do it in your bathtub cause when I take naps in there with Belphie it’s usually damp.”

At this point he’s to embarrassed for words so he just nods

You quickly stand him up and start to gently take his plushies, pillows, and hard-as-fuck plastic figurines that are always stabbing you in the ass out of the bathtub and onto one of his carpets

Once you were done with that you turned on the faucet and started to take off your clothes

Once you were done you turned around to see a naked Levi hiding behind his many Deluxe body pillows

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

He nods and you turn back to the tub to get in

You look away as he comes to closer to make him feel a bit more comfortable

Once he gets in (in front of you I might add) he’s completely stiff (don’t worry)

You slowly wrap your arms around him and give him a hug

He starts to calm down and so you can finally start bath time

100% believes that because you’re behind him you have to wash his hair

He doesn’t know what to do if you asked for the same treatment

He’d probably do a shitty job from being too embarrassed and you’d end up having to wash yourself as he hides himself in a hug

He has an anime themed rubber ducky

Once you get all the soap out of the water he demands to have Henry take a little swim

With the people he loves by his side and being in his more natural environment, he falls asleep on you

If you try to get out of the tub though he’ll wake up

Once Henry is out and you’ve drained the tub you both completely face the other direction from each other and dry off

He almost died from hearing that you want to wear his clothes

He lets you of course

You both fall asleep to one of your favorite anime’s in a pile of pillows, plushies, blankets, and hard ass figurines on his floor and you both felt as if this was the peak of happiness

Absolutely nudges you toward asking him again

Satan:

Like Luci, he’s a bit more formal with it

He has a few scented candles, a stand for a book, and he borrows some nice soaps from Asmo

He brings it up after you read a book with a couple taking a relaxing bath

If you’re embarrassed he’ll assure you that he won’t try anything

He keeps his word

You change in his room while he changes in his bathroom

When you walk in he’s already in the tub with his head up against the wall and his eyes closed

Once you get in he asks to hug you, of which he says in that position for a while, enjoying the moment

He’ll dry off his hands with a nearby towel and he’ll start reading a book on the stand

You’ll get through a few chapters before the water starts getting cold (or murky if you like cold water)

He’ll quickly drain the tub, keeping his eyes to himself as the water goes, and fills it up again

Then Satan will offer to do your head

He’ll have a small smile on his face if you agree

He’s as gentle as ever and it’s hard not to fall asleep as he tells you some nighttime oral folktales

Allows you to clean his hair but washes it again after just in case

Once you’re both done he’ll yet again give you privacy as you dry off

He’ll offer his nighttime clothing (old fashioned and puffy) and would be delighted if you took it

Satan would read to you in bed and as soon as you’d fall asleep he’d stop, put the book safely away, and he’d cuddle up to you as he drifted off into slumber

He no longer needs to ask now as it’s become a regular event in your lives

Asmodeus:

Tells you you’re going to be taking a bath with him

If you’re uncomfortable then he’ll take a few steps back and wait until you ask for it

Once you do, he’s overjoyed

He gets all the best products, even better owns then he had before

He’s convinced myself that you need to have the best of the best, you poor little human

Undresses you himself but doesn’t stare

Once you’re both in he immediately grabs some lotion and gives you a mind boggling massage

By the end your head is on his shoulder and you’re ready to go to bed because you’re so relaxed

But he goes on you cleaning every inch of you

He loves watching you play with the bubbles and even lets you indulge in giving him a bubble beard

Gossips about people in the Devildom you don’t know and jokes around

He’s already clean but if you want to wash his hair or, dare I say, himself then he’ll gladly let you

He’ll teach you certain techniques while you do it so you’ll know if you ever take a bath without him (he gasps at the thought)

As soon as you’re all done he takes you out and drys you both off

He gives you some of his nightly routine safe for human products and applies them to you before doing the same for himself

He sleeps naked

No getting past it

He’ll put on a robe or a loose shirt but that’s as far as he’s going

“But MC! My skin needs to breathe.”

Delighted if you also sleep naked

Equally delighted if you wear something of his

Whispers sweet compliments in your ear as you get comfortable

He’s the best to fall asleep and wake up to

If I had to give a rating it would be 9/10 (one point taken off for being a bit too persistent)

Beelzebub:

He was about to take a shower after a workout when you popped the question

He stared at you for a second before nodding

In truth, he really didn’t know what to say

His shower was big but he still took up most of the space

If he’s all dirty, why would you want to be so close to him

He changed in his room while you changed in the bathroom

As soon as you were both in you realized how tight it was

My mans got beef

You could see his light blush but you didn’t ask

If you offered to clean him he’d decline but he would agree if it was only his hair

You have to stop him from accidentally leaning on you in relaxation

If you do help out his muscles with some lotion then he will be muttering a marriage proposal in your ear

Not kidding.

Will 100% help clean you in thanks

His hands are rough but he does a pretty good job of helping you

After all is said and done he leaves you to your drying and takes out his clothes for you himself

He hands a too big t shirt for you (no undies because that shit can’t stay on with a large string around your waist

I don’t care, he’s dudes a beast when it comes to height and width

He stays far away from you in the bed at first but in his deep sleep he’ll smell you and automatically move for some cuddles

Very sweet and practical but you guys might be engaged now 👀

Belphegor:

Doesn’t shower

Or bath

Or clean

I have the belief that demons are several hundred pounds so you’re not getting out of his grip to take one or pull him away from the bed

Catch him while he’s having a snack with Beel if you want to have any chance

Lather him up with praise

He doesn’t believe he deserves it (for obvious reasons) but absolutely eats it up

“Belphie, you know I love you very much, right?”

“Where is this going?”

“Well, as much as I love you, which I do very much by the way, you smell like dead rats having a sweaty rave in a full and dirty toilet so can you take a shower?”

“Wh-”

“I’ll take it with you!”

He thought for a moment

“Fine. But you owe me for saying all that stuff.”

“I’ll buy you ten new, fluffy pillows that we can share. Together.”

“Deal.”

You’re fucking crazy to be taking his prized pillow away from him for this but he knows you’re a dumbass so he’ll let it slide, plus his pillow can’t get wet

You have to undress him while he takes a mini nap on your shoulder

Watches you as you take your clothes off

When you look at him weird he says it’s because he thinks your pretty (he didn’t know what to say; he likes looking at you)

Leans on you or the wall when you wash him

Offers to clean you because you know this bitch is into groping

Doesn’t really do it sexually (not all the time anyways) but he loves just holding you

Replaces the never ending feeling of your throat in his hands

Is terrible with your hair/scalp

If you didn’t redo it you’d have a a dry ass scalp with dandruff for days

Falls asleep with his head facing the water and almost drowns standing up

Falls asleep again when you’re drying him

Not yourself

But then again when putting both of your clothes on

You start to leave when he’s finally in bed because for ficks sake you just had several hundred pounds lean on your for like an hour and you need to sit down with a nice drink and watch something

But he pulls you down and makes you accept your fate

“Thank you. I love you. Please remember that.”

Diavolo:

He’s had a rough day, guys

Ok a rough week

None stop meetings and drama

He’s ready to collapse from stress but he still keeps a smile on his face for you and you only

When you mention relaxing together you’ve completely peaked his interest

“A shower together? That’s a wonderful idea, MC! I’ll have Barbatos run the water until it’s the temperature you desire.”

“How about I do it?”

Give Barbatos a break petition is in the comments

He doesn’t really care about changing in front of you

Is confused on why you want to clean him but accepts the help with a beaming smile and a small blush

Hugs you once your done and stays like that for a bit

If you ask for him to help you he would absolute accept “the challenge” (as he called it)

He didn’t mean to offend

Is very soft and gentle

He whispers little compliments while doing it

How beautiful you are, how well you’re doing in the Devildom, how great you are, etc.

Once you’re done he’ll dry you up himself and make sure extra clothes are lying on the bed when you get out

He absolutely shakes his wet head to get water all over you again

If you take his clothes instead of the ones laid out for you he’ll be overjoyed

Five people can fit in those clothes with still room for some more Jesus Christ

Bear hugs you

I hope you like luxurious man tits you lucky bastard

Barbatos:

Politely declined your offer

He can see that your gonna take a shower together at some point

The poor bitch doesn’t know that today is that day

“But Barbatos!” *cuddles up to him* “I love you so much and I haven’t seen you in so long. I’m sure Diavolo will say yes to the rest of the day off.”

You hang off of him for about two more hours before he flashes you with that smile

Time to turn on the water works

If you act extremely sad and gloomy for long enough he’ll give I’m and ask

You know that it’s because he doesn’t want to miss any work but you’re convinced he’ll get seriously hurt for overexertion

He appreciates the thought but he’s still a little pissy at you

As soon as Diavolo says yes you both are already in the bathroom getting ready

Folds your clothes and doesn’t look

He expects you to look at him though, this man is a full narcissist, look at his balls, I fucking dare you

Checks to make sure the water is to your liking because CHIVALRY

Washes you thoroughly and expects nothing in return

When you ask to wash his hair he appears grateful but he’s definitely skeptical of you

He coaches you on how to wash hair efficiently while you do his

Doesn’t know how to feel when you ask to wash the rest of him but allows you to

The feeling was good. I bit too good.

Dry’s you both off very well

Not a single drop is left

He brings you some spare clothes but isn’t vey surprised when you grab his

When he see’s how late it is he allows you to crawl into bed with him

He definitely didn’t have the best day of his life

Solomon:

Gives you a smug look after you ask

“And why would you like to do that?”

“Can we please just take a shower together?”

“Alright, but you have to allow me to use my new spells. Some of them happen to be soap related.”

He sneaks a peek while you’re changing but walks around naked as if it’s nothing, he thinks it’s fair

He fucking bows down and pulls the curtain for you

Again with a smug smile

“Of course you can wash my hair. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

He stares at you while you do it

Not in the loving way, he just stares

He’s not rough, but he’s not gentle while washing your head

He absolutely did a bad job though

He just doesn’t think he did and refuses you the option of doing it yourself

You still redo your head anyways

As you both wash yourselves you feel slightly tingly and you glare at Solomon behind you

He has a certain look in his eyes as he stares at you again but you ignore it

He insists on drying you for whatever reason

He conjures up some of your clothes but is pleased when you go for his own clothes

+5 Ego

Just from that one action

In bed he holds you as if you were going to break at any second

That changes later as he death grips you in his sleep

Oh and come to find out, the morning after when you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth

You’re skin is purple

Suddenly Solomon isn’t in his spot of the bed anymore also

Simeon:

“What’s the point I taking a shower?”

You should’ve known, angels can’t get dirty in Heaven

“Just to get clean. It’s nice to take showers with people you really trust and love because it brings you closer together.”

“Oh… perhaps I should do this with Luke to show him how much I appreciate protecting him.”

“I would not recommend that.”

Yeah, you had to teach him a bit before proceeding

You both change out in the open because he doesn’t see the point in bodies being seen as sexual

Not yet

You fucking scream when you see him

He confused until he look at you and he realizes

Unlike humans and demons,

Angels don’t have genitalia

This dude be walking around with no dick and balls

Everyone go home, we found out what’s under that terrifyingly sexy shirt/onesie combo

He asks if you want him to grow down so you’d feel more comfortable

You decline

He doesn’t allow either of you to go into the shower unless the temperature is perfect

You’d ton even need to ask, he assumes that he should clean you

“Oh, I’m so sorry MC. I should’ve asked.”

You don’t respond because goddamn! This guy’s hands are literal magic

Tension? Who is that?

Not when Simeon is in the house

Is delighted when you ask to clean his hair

It’s so soft 🥺

Even when wet it’s just like a cloud

Gives you compliments as you do it

“You’re doing very good, MC. I still don’t exactly see the point in this but I’m sure that with every passing second you’re making me cleaner.”

He just radiates ✨

He is another one that wants to dry you off

Simeon thinks that being close to you is going to make your bond stronger

He’s just so happy around you

Let him be helpful, please

He’s overjoyed when you offer to dry him in return and gladly accepts the offer

He thinks that it shows complete trust in one another and willingness to help the other person

“Would you mind wearing something of mine? I’m afraid I have none of your clothes and I don’t think it would be a wise decision to leave Purgatory Hall in dirty clothes.”

Is grateful that you accepted

When you offer to stay the night he is yet again overjoyed

He calls Luke over and you all cuddle up under blankets with some of Luke’s sweets to watch a human movie

He really appreciates how you taught him something new and how you trusted him enough to to be so intimate with him

Don’t be surprised if he asks to shower again or if he asks you to teach him other human habits

Luke:

You went to Luke’s room to see if he had any extra goods from what you baked together the day before

You walked in to find him and Simeon on the bed, researching how to take a bath

Luke felt that just being around demons was causing him to get dirty so when he heard Solomon say he was going to take a bath to get clean he immediately also wanted to do it

Luke was especially keen to the idea of having holy water instead of regular bath water

You can’t not convince me that that shit flows in rivers in Heaven

They also talked about the logistics of using a rubber ducky

You walked out soon after

I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’m not very good with the personalities of the Un/dateables (other than Diavolo) so I’m sorry if they seem OOC.

In the future, I please ask that people request the brothers and un/dateables separately. I did them together this time only to show how I am with each character up front. Feedback is appreciated and welcomed! Have a good day!

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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distance learning (m)

banner done by the beautiful @eerieedits

summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing.

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing.

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did.

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.”

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more?

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently.

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?”

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.”

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied.

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck?

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice.

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore.

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend.

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.”

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week.

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts.

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid.

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted.

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck.

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point.

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost.

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.)

“Fuck, Hobi!”

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool.

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood.

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.”

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough?

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought…

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse.

He hates this.

You hate this.

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later.

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all.

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him.

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he.

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you.

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back.

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed.

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting.

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me ☠️ what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white?

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response.

[12:09] Jungkook: ???

You frown, wondering what you said wrong.

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out

[12:10] You: why?

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny.

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes.

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you.

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?”

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.”

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.”

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you.

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back.

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!”

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest.

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic.

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door.

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.”

“Well then, can you relay a message?”

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?”

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.”

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.”

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.”

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers.

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.”

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident.

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep.

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty.

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family.

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll…

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television.

You don’t reply until very late into the night.

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten.

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry.

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short.

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face

[10:16] Jungkook:

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed.

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy.

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat.

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too.

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :(

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off.

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin.

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable.

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically.

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough.

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt.

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm.

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!”

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start.

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s.

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen.

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok.

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes.

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you.

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms.

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies.

“It’s Saturday.”

“It is Saturday.”

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton.

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—”

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait.

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?” he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day.

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously.

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees.

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good.

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.”

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick.

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum.

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.”

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure.

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely.

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?”

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle.

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger.

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm.

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.”

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?”

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb.

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment.

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.”

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips.

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair.

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch.

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty.

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving.

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?”

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!”

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.”

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions.

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric.

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.”

It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion.

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—”

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on.

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight.

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.”

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board.

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.”

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order.

bonus.

“So.”

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair.

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt.

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!”

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?”

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.”

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words.

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?”

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory.

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest.

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite.

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Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson. A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure. Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume. Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water. You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts. It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined. He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.” You could still remember how the conversation went. “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.” “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.” You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his. “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~” You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two. What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit. He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!” You sighed, so dramatic. He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?” “I mean, I guess..” Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels. Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out? You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt. Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist. He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you. While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower. You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet. Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other. You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before. The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around. Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently. Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down. Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through. You were never gonna hear the end of this one. A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.” You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry. “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!” “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?” His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together. “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked. Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly. You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower. You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl? Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see. You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair. You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet. Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡. Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway. “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind. “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?” You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?”

“Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

“Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.”

You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap.

Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded.

“Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

“Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass.

“Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

“That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?”

Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.

“As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month.

He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway.

“You forgot to say I love you.”

Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one.

“I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear.

You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling.

Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief.

“Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them.

“Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home.

You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

“Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers.

You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold.

“Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you.

You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed.

He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room.

‧₊˚✩彡.

Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair.

Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?”

You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out.

“Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so.

“What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made.

“Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

“FUCK, SATORU!” With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth. “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair. “Want daddy to fuck you?” Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers. He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes. “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?” You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared. Before he could reply, you blurted out, “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.” He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?” You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot. “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?” “Y-you can’t compare the two-” He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes. “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.” “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.” “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next. You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick. He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.” Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath. Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls. “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.” He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you. You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open. “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek. “W-why not?” “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple. “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?” You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it. You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again. You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from. Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough. The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him. Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath. You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out. In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink. “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.” Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with. You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time. He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub. “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?” On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to. “Okay, daddy.” “Good girl.”

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