#its good but you cant stop thinking about how much harder it would smack if they gave it the level of functionality of other yakuza games

[emptylotfiasco]

yeah they need to remaster kurohyou

[poppy-metal]

Nah but your bully reader x izuku holy fuck its so good just thinking about how one day the reader just gets so fucking out of line that izuku drags her to his room and just goes to town putting her in her place. just absolutely railing her as the headboard smacks against the wall and saying such dirty things like "I'll teach you to stop being so mean to me "I'll show you how much of a man I can be" or my favorite "cmon scream my name let everyone know this lowlife dork is making you cream on his cock" awooga anyways finally as shes about to reach her climax he just stops completely only to look her dead in the eyes and say "tell me you love me cmon say it and ill keep going" but shes so stubborn that she just pouts with a red face panting heavily as she looks away unable to meet his gaze. however this only fuels izuku causing him to lift her chin up to meet his green eyes that seem to boar into her very soul shaking her to the core. he chuckles at her doey eyed expression before speaking once again "funny you spend all that time looking down on me and now you cant even look me in the eye" he begins teasing her by rubbing his angry red tip between her slick folds causing her to gasp as he slams back into her over and over again until her brain turns to mush and its not long before he claims his reward. all that can be heard over the slapping of skins and moans are "i love you izuku" and "please cum inside i need it" and who is izuku to deny this request ?

No bc this punched me in the actual gut :(( 

Its after awhile in your little secret relationship and izuku is frankly tired of being treated like he doesn’t matter to you when it’s so glaringly obvious you’re in love with him. He’s not your dirty secret, and he’s a soft, romantic boy. He wants to fucking hold your hand in the hall and buy you flowers and be able to kiss you whenever he wants, he love language is quality time and acts of service okay, he’s dying on the inside slowly because the only time you’re soft for him is on his cock, but it’s not enough. 

So when a pretty, sweet girl smiles at him, and he know’s you’re watching he doesn’t try and bashfully reject her. He looks at you and makes sure you’re watching when he smiles and takes the slip of paper with her number on, slipping it in his back pocket. He expects the way your lip curls, the way your fists clench and the way you shove yourself out of your seat and stomp out of the common room. He’s already following you the second you’re out the door. 

He catches you around the waist from behind, presses your back against his chest when you struggle and leans forward, lips at your ear. “Tell me why i shouldn’t go” he’s pleading, squeezing you tight. “Give me a reason” 

You grit your teeth, actually feeling tears build because you’re so frustrated. With your feelings, with him, with all of it. “Fuck off. If you want some other bitch that’s on you. Hope she’s ready to be disappointed in bed”

He doesn’t even react to your jabs, his lips stay close to the back of your neck. “M’gonna have a big family one day, y’know?” he says softly. “I wanna be a dad,___. I want to be in love and have a woman who i can kiss and hold and share a life with. Who lets me make love to her” 

The last part is whispered right against the shell of your ear. You squirm. “I want that woman to be you” he finishes, and you close your eyes, feeling the way your heart caves in your chest.

You don’t know why you can’t just be easy to love. Its what izuku deserves, and the picture he’s painted….it’s what you want. You want to be the reason izuku smiles and gets dimples, you want to be the person he reaches out to and loves so hard. But you’re scared of the overwhelming way that giving yourself over to your love for him would make you powerless. You’d never recover if he left you, never. 

“I don’t wanna be your stupid housewife..” You mumble. Yes, you do. You feel his sigh against your hair, his breath moving it. 

“You do.” Izuku turns you around to face him. He traces a thumb over your cheek. “I know you wanna be my girl, yeah? You don’t need to shout it from the rooftops or wear it like a badge but...i need to know you- i need to hear you say it” 

You want to. You want to say it but - “im-” You look down, mumble, “im scared” 

Izuku smiles down at you, his eyes softening as his thumb brushes over your lip, slides down your neck and then drops down to grab your hand. “I know you are. Won’t make you say it how i wanna hear it yet. We’ll take it slow, okay? But im gonna hear you say it. By the end of tonight” He grins. “Even if i have to drag it out of you with orgasms” 

And later he does make you say it. Its not loud, or public, how he wants yet. But its a little give, to all your pushing. Even if he has to bully it out of you a little, has to drag the plush head of his dick through the soaked folds of your cunny and tease your little clit until you’re begging. 

Its a little cruel, honestly. The way he makes you so vulnerable, gasping and weeping as he fucks you so, so slow, dragging his cock along your walls in a painfully tender glide, making you feel every inch, knowing you’re dying, gasping, needing it harder, deeper, faster. “Say it, baby” he groans against your mouth, working his hips in tiny barely there increments, barely feeding you his cock how you want it. Licking your upper lip as you cry and whimper. “Tell the little nerd you like to tease so much how much you love him, go on” 

Your dig your nails into his freckled, flexing back as your eyes roll back, his pelvis grinding into your clit in sweet torture as you give in. “i-i love you, izuku. Please” 

“Mm, i know” he says, and you’re to far gone to catch the smugness behind it. He rewards you by gripping you under your thighs and pulling your legs up, sliding into you in a heavy and deep thrust that has his balls clapping against the underside of your pussy as he fills it deep. “Love you too. So much. Gonna make you wanna be my girlfriend one day, and then my pretty little wife, and then” He grunts, grinding. “The mother of my children”

[dr4cking]

I just came across your blog and I love your writing so much. Can I request where reader and draco are in a secret relationship so she likes to tease him in public by flirting with guys!? And he gets like so possessive and fucks the living shit out of her 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Consequences.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : thank you for requesting! this was so fun to write! <3

this is one of the most excited things she got when she signed a deal to be in a relationship with the one and only, draco malfoy.

they have been secretly dating for 7 months and the fact that no one know about this, making the adrenaline of getting caught more exciting.

y/n loves how draco would treated her like she is the only girl for him, which is true. but she also likes how she would seek a chance of getting him worked up when she gets on his skin then she would get what she wanted.

like now, it was no different days but she decided she would add some fun today, she loves when he goes rough with her in bed and now she makes sure she would get it without having to look desperate.

y/n smirked as the brightest idea popped up in her mind. draco is the type of jealous and overprotective boyfriend, so why doesnt she proves it today?

she admit she was kinda scared when she saw the angry version of her boyfriend but she loved it at the same time. she likes to tease him, knowing he cant do anything.

and if this how she would get what she wanted then she would take it.

she walked out of her dorm and run downstairs, she knew draco already waiting for her in the great hall. it would be the perfect chance for her.

her eyes looking for the blonde haired guy as soon as she entered the great hall and she found him already looking at her, his eyes were telling her to sit near him,

but no, not today.

y/n took a seat beside theodore nott, a friend of draco who would always take his chance to flirt with all the girls who passed by him.

���hey nott, you’re looking good today” y/n raising her voice a little bit louder on purpose, draco who sat across them already fuming at her flirty voices.

“hey y/n its all you, looking hot as always.” she laughs although its not really funny, she cringed at the way her laugh sounds but play it along when she heard a thumped sounds from a fork dropped to the plate.

y/n continues her flirting with theo touching his arm and laughing about his jokes until it was time for their class. she looks at draco’s red face and give him a wink and a smirk.

“what the fuck is up with your bratty behavior today?” draco asked as he walks past her, he makes sure no one was looking in their direction.

“who are you calling brat? because i’m for sure not one.” y/n replied giving him her sly grin before she runs to the class not giving him the chance to answer her.

they were sitting next to each other in potions class, draco tried his best not to distracting the class by calling y/n’s name at any chance he got but she was still ignoring him and told him it was nothing.

“baby, did i do something wrong?” she swore she almost wanted to stop all her game when she heard the intonation in his voice but she decided to be stubborn.

“its nothing draco i promise” y/n shoots him a smile reassuring him, the least she could do right now.

professor snape called out and announce that they’re gonna make a new potion and have to partner up with someone and when he listed her name with harry potter, she couldnt get more excited as she look at draco and shot him an apologetic smile.

“hey y/n, could you bring the ingredients i’m still working on how to make this properly” she nodded at harry’s order and get the ingredients immediately but not before taking a look at draco and swaying her hips on her way making him glared at her.

“here, harry. so, what’s the first step?” y/n asked and do what harry instructed.

she keeps asking him not-so- important questions to keep their conversation going but to make it worse she touched his arm on purpose and twirling her hair.

draco behind her already watching every move she made.

but whats make draco more mad is when they finished the potion and y/n jumped happily as they successfully made the potion and give the chosen one a tight embrace.

draco stormed out of the class balling his fists up, anger radiates off of him making all people passed by him to back off a little. y/n noticed this right away feeling guilty and decided to follow him but he was nowhere at the sight.

she was still looking around for draco asking people if they’ve seen him but the answer is no.

until a cold hand grabbed her wrist harshly and pulling her in one of abandoned class. she yelped when the person lock the door and put his hand on her mouth to muffled her scream.

“you did that on purpose, dont you, brat?” y/n rubbed her thighs together as she recognized the deep voice behind her, its draco.

“now you gonna have to stay quiet and be a good girl for me while i teached you some lesson, yeah?” she only nodded at him cant speak as his hand still on her mouth.

“for the whole day i’ve been wondering what i did wrong to make you act like an ungrateful brat. but all i see now is that you just need to be tamed, right?” draco whispers into her ear guiding his free hand down to the bottom of her skirt after y/n gives him a nod of permission.

he sneaked his hand under her skirt and put it in her panties rubbing her cunt getting her aroused then he pushed in his fingers into her without warning making her body jolt out.

“you just wanted to be fucked braindead, yeah? what a dumb girl” his hand still remain on her mouth not trusting she would be able to keep her voice down.

y/n put her hand on his hand that were buried deep inside her and pushing his fingers deeper into her starting to fuck herself on his fingers making him chuckle.

“think you deserve to cum after what you did earlier, hm?” draco said taking all the control in his hand and starts to thrusting his fingers deeper and faster.

his long fingers abused her cunt just like the way she needed and when he curls them inside she screamed, luckily his other hand still covering her. she was squirming there and then under his touch.

y/n rolled her eyes back in pleasure when his fingers meet her spot and pumping into it over and over again.

draco feels her walls clenching around him and quickly pulled them out of her leaving the girl whining.

“think about the consequences next time, princess.” draco turns her around and pushes her chest against the wall, placing her ass right in front of his crotch.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry draco! please i need to cum.. fuck me please dray punish me!” y/n finally let her voice out as his hands are too busy roaming around her body.

a hard smack delivered to her ass making a loud sound causing her to whimpered at the sting.

“stay quiet princess or i will not consider about giving you the chance to cum” she shuts her mouth instantly as draco unbuckled his pants letting it falls to his ankle.

y/n cant help but letting out high pitched moan when his hand came in contact with her marked ass again and when he pushed her panties aside finally lining up his cock against her entrance.

“now you will remember who you belong to.” draco said as he slammed all of his cock inside her, pounding into her right away not giving her time to adjust.

“oh fuck! y-yes dray..” y/n moans out loud which earned her another slap on her sore ass.

“quiet, brat” she tried to hold her moan by biting her lips but it just slipped off of her especially when his tip hit her spot.

draco’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, groaning quietly as he let himself disappear inside her going in and out of her with snaps of his hips, each time it gets harder and faster.

he roughly squeezed her breasts through her shirt making her shirt ruffled and messy before letting his hand down to circling her clit.

“make yourself cum, y/n.” he slaps her sensitive clit a few times making her writhed, ripping her orgasm through her body, she doesnt care anymore when she moaned his name out loud.

“feels so fucking good” with the last thrust, draco stilled and shoots his thick cum into her non stop, painting her walls white with his liquids over and over again making the girl moaned when her panties became sticky.

draco pulls out and put his pants back on. he stared at her fucked out body before turning her around to face him and quickly pressing their lips together kissing her passionately.

“next time just ask me if you want your needy pussy to get pounded hard by me. dont you dare do that stunt ever again.” y/n nodded at his words giving him a cheeky grin. sweats running through their bodies.

and when they opened the door, all the students that passed by giving them a weird look, draco smirked at them before pulling y/n back into a deep kiss.

“mine.”

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pls i love this one-

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[anon-e-miss]

AU where Jazz runs a TON of charge. It takes ten spike overloads to satisfy him, and he doesn’t have a refractory period. After ten overloads in a row, he tends to go utterly feral—as if he’s in rut. Just mounting and clawing and biting and rutting away until he finally knots his partner and blacks out. This is only occasionally a problem, because basically no one can handle getting him off ten times in a row anyway.

Prowl, SiC, sees how this endless charge is impacting Jazz’s work (and quality of life). He has a crush, but he tells himself that’s not his motivating factor. Jazz needs someone he can trust to see him to blackout. Someone who won’t tap out three overloads in. Someone who won’t judge him for getting increasingly desperate and feral and possessive as he frags them.

Jazz maybe thinks no one could tolerate that kind of behavior. He might feel ashamed of the fantasy he has of ruthlessly fucking someone completely helpless. Someone who trusts him. (Possibly someone who would trust him enough to knowingly drink drugged energon hand fed to them)

Fortunately for him, Prowl thinks that fantasy is HOT AS A SMELTER.

Time for Jazz to finally get some satisfaction.

Despite the war ravaging the planet, Cybertron was seeing a mixing of frametypes like never before. It was by in large a positive as cultures that once stood well apart rubbed one side by side. It was not entirely positive. The differing needs if frame types could class, as Praxian Prowl had experienced this firsthand but at the moment he was not worried about himself or his framekin. He was worried about Jazz.

As Praxus had segregated itself from its neighbours with the great dome, Polihex had itself been segregated, the nomadic and semi nomadic groups had roamed the Wastes and the Rust Sea without fear of heat or storms where no other frametype had. Their frames had developed their own quirks and one of Jazz’s was coming into play.

He needed to frag. But Jazz did not trust so much and so easily as mechanisms thought. Why anyone believed a spy would be trusting, Prowl could not begin to understand. There were Bots Jazz trusted, his team, of course but his team did not comprise mecha capable of taking what Jazz had to give them. He was starting go get snappy, standoffish. It was effecting moral, that seemed like a good excuse.

"You need to frag," Prowl declared as Jazz smacked the datapad he was fiddling with. The Polihexian's visor flashed white.

"Not really yer business, Prowl," he replied. Prowl flicked a single doorwing.

"It is affecting your productivity," Prowl said. "There is no way in Pit I will authorize your deployment when you are in such a state."

"Ya can't order me to frag," Jazz said. "OP would have yer helm."

"Why would I order you?" Prowl asked. "We both know how well you listen to my orders. I am offering my assistance."

"I would ruin ya in two overloads," Jazz said. "Not worth the effort."

"You will find I was forged for endurance," Prowl replied. "I could take anything you give and more."

Jazz stared at him and cocked his helm as he looked Prowl up and down. Prowl did not flinch from the hungry in the mech's expression. He had won, and he knew it. At the best of times Jazz was hard pressed to resist a challenge. This was far from the best of times.

"We'll see."

There was something to be said for Jazz’s self-restraint, he had more of it than anyone, including Prowl would have guessed. He did not push Prowl down on his desk and frag him, but made an honest to Primus appointment for the coming dark-cycle and suggested Prowl take them both off the schedule for the next mega-cycle. Prowl had never gotten so thoroughly fragged that he could not work the next mega-cycle but he acquiesced. It was not as if he could not put himself back on duty as it suited him.

They met in Jazz’s quarters rather than Prowl’s, though Prowl’s rank afforded him best quarters; he had never changed from the original suite he had been afforded as a tactical officer. All he used his quarters for was recharge and the narrow berth was adequate for that. That berth would not serve a marathon interface. Jazz’s would serve that purpose far better. Prowl was not clear of what expectations he had possessed prior to his arrival but every preconception fled as soon as he stepped through the door. That unexpected self-restraint he had observed in Jazz in the light-cycle was gone and as soon as Prowl entered, Jazz was there. Prowl gasped with start as Jazz effortlessly disrobed him.

“Nice tits.”

Servos cupping Prowl’s wells, Jazz pushed Prowl up against the wall and covered his mouth in a crushing grip. He hiked up Prowl’s leg, hooked it over his hip and shoved Prowl’s modesty panel aside as it was still retracting. Prowl moaned into the brutal kiss as Jazz’s ground his palm into his node as his digits spread his folds. The preparations were quick, rough and Prowl was at a loss to do anything but cling to Jazz’s shoulders. He was embarrassingly wet, just dripping with slick before Jazz’s digits ever entered him. His valve made an obscene squelch as Jazz digit-fragged him, spreading his too long empty lining. Apart from the squelch all sounds of Prowl’s overload were muted, swallowed by Jazz’s hungry mouth.

With the nip of his swollen lower lipplate, Jazz broke the kiss and stared into his glassy optics. Prowl dug his digits into Jazz’s shoulders as the other mech suddenly pulled his leg over his shoulder and drove his spike deep into Prowl’s frame. The speed and the force knocked the intakes from Prowl and the sudden stretch burned but along with the burn was a sudden scalding pleasure as his internal sensors and nodes were quickly triggered. It was embarrassing how quickly he overloaded, screaming Jazz’s designation, before Jazz had even sheathed himself in his quickly spasming valve. His leg, the one still on the floor felt like gel and he trembled. Before he could fall, before he could even secure his grip on Jazz’s shoulders, Jazz yanked that leg out from under him and held him up as he thrust up into Prowl’s valve, carving through his internal seal, carving him open. Prowl’s mouth fell open in a shocked O. His doorwings smacked back against the wall. Jazz groaned, denta clenched as he took his pleasure. Blistering hot transfluids flooded Prowl’s tank. He panted. That was one for Jazz. How many did a Polihexian usually have in a session? Oh yes, ten or twelve.

Jazz’s spike was already pressurized again before he pulled out of Prowl. He tossed the Praxian over his shoulder and carried he over to his berthroom. Prowl squeaked when he was tossed onto the berth. Flushing madly, he shuffled back so his helm rested on Jazz’s pillow, then through his legs open and canted his hips as he reached between his thighs and he moaned as he held the rim of his oozing valve open. When Jazz fell over him, Prowl cried out with ecstasy. Jazz held Prowl’s legs up and open as he filled him in one great plunge. He caught Prowl’s nozzle between his denta and nipped and sucked.

With his helm pulled back by the firm grip Jazz had on his chevron, Prowl grunted and panted as Jazz reamed out his aft pipe. He had always enjoyed aftplay and nothing at all had changed here. Prowl dug his digits into the blankets below him and he pushed back into Jazz’s churning thrusts. His wells, too large for his frame, swayed under him. Jazz covered Prowl’s long neck with denting bites. When Jazz pulled out, transfluids drooled Prowl’s slack rim. That was three.

“New ya’d have a tight aft,” Jazz groaned as he watched his spend leak out of Prowl’s afthole.

A mech possessed, Jazz gave Prowl quarter, there was no respite. Prowl braced himself on Jazz’s taunt belly as he rode the Polihexian’s spike. Jazz tugged and pinched Prowl’s nozzles. He was rough as he played with Prowl’s heavy wells and fragged up into Prowl’s well fragged core. As his node ground into Jazz’s array, Prowl round Jazz harder, faster. His glossa lulled from his mouth as he moaned deliriously. Jazz reared up, taking Prowl’s nozzle into his mouth again as his digits drove into his drooling afthole.Prowl’s optics crossed and he overloaded with a wail as Jazz’s splattered his gestation tank with more transfluids. That was... four? Five? Prowl had lost track already.

He was not sure if he was overloading anymore, or if he just never stopped. Prowl panted as he twisted the pillow under his helm in his servos. Another pillow was beneath his hips as Jazz pinned him down, servos folded over his shoulders and drilled him deep. Prowl moaned softly as Jazz ran his servos over his back and doorwings and squeezed his round aft segments. He sucked a denta into the edge of Prowl’s doorwings. Somehow, Prowl found the energy to wail as he overloaded. His protoform rounded slightly as Jazz released into his tank again. Prowl panted. He spent. Jazz rolled him  and pushed his legs open. Jazz was not.

Jazz stood up on his knees and rutted into Prowl’s sloppy valve.The angle he was using dragged Jazz’s spike against Prowl’s gamma cluster and his internals clenched  as sparks flew across his vision. HIs peds curled, Prowl reached between his own legs to furiously, rub his anterior node. With a shrilled shriek, Prowl overloaded but Jazz never stopped stimulating Prowl’s gamma cluster and soon Prowl was overloading again, his valve sprayed lubricants out around Jazz’s spike.

Prowl drooled against the pillow as Jazz crouched over his upturned aft and growled as he plunged his spike into Prowl’s quivering channel. His protoform was bloated, inflated with Jazz’s transfluids. It was going to take orns for the swelling to go down, Everyone was going to think he was carrying. Something heavy and solid ground against Prowl’s slack folds. The knot. He still needed to take Jazz’s knot. Prowl sobbed as the thick swelling at the base of Jazz’s spike butted against his rim. As it was, he was already so full. Overwhelmed, Prowl tried to wriggle away but Jazz bit his doorwing and hiked his hips up, and forced the knot passed the last of his internals’ resistance.

Jazz’s overloaded with a grunt, the force of his spill so much strong and the amount so much greater. Prowl dragged his servo under him and felt his swollen belly where he was inflated with Jazz’s spend. Groaning softly, Jazz collapsed against his back and his spike twitch with another spurt of transfluids as he fell into stasis lock. Prowl tried to push himself up, to get himself out from under Jazz but he was too tired to dislodge the mech. His optics grew dim and he resigned himself to recharging with Jazz pinning him to his filthy berth and his spike knot deep in his tank.

[cvtqr]

hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~” 

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn't even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that's when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages. 

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven't seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven't had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman. 

well that's when he isn't drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight...

“who were you texting now that you’re all giggly?”

“just inviting someone over!”

“who.”

that came out not so much like a question

“marco! we haven't seen him in awhile.” you said while walking up behind jean in his chair. 

he spun around in his chair and looked up at you, patting his lap. of course you weren't going to refusing sitting in his arms, so you snuggled into his lap.

“simp. hi y/n”  you faintly heard from jean’s headset 

“SHUT UP YEAGER YOU CANT EVEN GET A GIRLFRIEND”

you took his headset, since they were just in the lobby of a game, and put it over your head. 

“hiiii eren.”

“give me that you little shit.”

you lightly slapped him on his cheek and got up to sit back on your bed, hearing him chuckle.

little did you know you were going to regret thet later 

it wasn't long before you heard marco knock on the front door. 

you ran out of the bedroom and unlocked the door for him, greeting him with a warm hug. 

“ok so i kind of lied. i just wanted you to come over. but that's only because jeans ignoring me!” 

before giving him a chance to respond you took his arm and dragged him to the bedroom. 

“hey hey jean!”

“hey bodt - EREN STOP IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD.” 

you rolled your eyes and plopped down onto your bed, marco following behind you. you knew that jean has an agreement to share you from time to time, so you cuddled up into his strong arms, resting your head on his broad chest. 

he smiled and squeezed you tight. but when jean saw you two from the reflection, he was mad. he knew that he shouldn't have a reason to be mad though, he was the one rejecting giving you the much needed attention. he didn't know if it was because marco was the reason you were smiling right now, or the fact that his hand was roaming a little too far up your thigh. 

but what jean didn't know was that marcos been... well, sexually frustrated. like he said before, he been burying himself way too deep into work. being a CEO was a lot of work, even for someone as bright as marco. he used to go at it a little too frequently, but now he never even has the chance to jack off. 

so what was his real reason for coming here.

“eren are you there? eren? erennn”

not bothering to shut anything off he put his head set down on his desk and walked over to you and marco. 

 “you guys hungry?”

you slowly opened your eyes, looking over to jean.

you and marco both nodded your heads.

15 minutes later the three of you were gathered in the living room, you and jean sitting on either side of marco. 

everyone was laughing while jean teased you as always. but when you went to go playfully smack his head? the cup of ice cold water in your hand tipped over and spilt all over marco’s jeans.

“ ‘m so sorry hold on!!”

you ran up and into the kitchen grabbing a hand towel. you came back to the couch, sitting back in your spot, taking the towel, dabbing it all over the stain on marco’s pants. you didn't know why he was blushing to an extent though. 

“its, its fine y/n! its just water it’ll dry”

you removed the towel to reveal a huge bulge in his pants. so that's why he was so embarrassed.

“im sorry, im sorry! ive just been really frustrated lately and-”

“just help him, y/n.”

marco let out a relived sigh when you got onto your knees in front of him. you slowly brought your hand up to his zipper and pulled it down. he then helped you pull of his pants and boxers just for his erection to spring up and hit into his stomach. 

he never failed to impress you, he was defiantly bigger than jean. long and girthy with a few veins running down the shaft, pre-cum dribbling out of the tip. 

without saying a word, you took his cock into your hands slowly stroking him, using his pre-cum as lube. 

“p-please y/n. i want it in your mouth.”

knowing how mean and dominate he can get while riled up, you obeyed, enjoying the shy side of him.

you swirled your tongue around his tip before bobbling your head down, taking as much as you can. marco’s hands found his way into your hair while throwing his head back. it was taking everything to not just buck his hips up and shove his cock down your pretty little throat.

“so you’re just gonna let her run that slutty mouth up and down n not just fuck her throat? hm, boring.”

at the moment you wish jean would've just bit his tongue while marco let out a deep, long chuckle. 

he then tightened his grip around your hair and forced you down further onto him before thrusting up into your throat. he was way too big for you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat earning a gag from you.

“what's wrong can't take it? i really thought you were a slut... getting onto your knees for your boyfriends best friend and letting him fuck that tiny throat of yours.” 

his degrading words were enough for you to slip your hands down your shorts, slowing adding friction to your clit. 

jean, now fully erect got up from his spot on the couch and squatted down next to you, pulling your hand away and out of your pants, a tight grip around your wrist. 

“i don't think anyone told you to touch yourself, now did they?”

without warning, marco came in your mouth, his warm cum spilling down your throat. he then pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum still connecting you to him. marco looked down to jean and nodded.

jean stood up, bringing you up with him and walked over to the bedroom, marco following close behind and closing the door once you all got inside.

jean pushed you down onto the bed. the two men were now hovering over you, looking down onto you. you definitely lost any sort of control over this situation. 

“hmm, i think you deserve a punishment baby. i mean for slapping me before.”

“that wasn't my fault tho-”

“shut up. no one said you could talk.” he spat out

jean then sat on the bed next to you. you knew exactly what he wanted. you crawled over and laid face first across his lap, ass perking up, while marco took a seat on jean’s gaming chair facing the both of you.

“you’ll only get ten today. i hear anything fall from that mouth besides you counting, i’m leaving to go spend the night at marcos”

you shook your head yes while a harsh slap landed right across your ass.

“o-one” you said while sniffling 

marco on the other hand was started to palm himself through his boxers at the sight in front of him.

“te- ten!” you basically cried out at this point. you usually get more, but jean was harsh tonight. 

meanwhile, no one in the room realized the discord chat going off on jean’s computer

surprised your still on... mikasa ratted me out about something so my mom called and chewed my ear out longer than expected.

helloooo?

jean?

“my sweet girl, you were so good for me. as a reward i’ll let you have marco’s cock. you’ll let him fuck you, right baby?”

eagerly you nodded while jean switched places with marco, now sitting on the chair. 

“as always im going to prep you first, i wouldn't want to hurt you. that alright?”

without having to say anything you pulled your shorts down and disregarded them onto the floor. 

marco then pushed you down onto your back while slipping down your panties. you looked up into his eyes while he shoved to fingers knuckles deep into your cunt, earning a sweet soft moan from your lips.

a few minutes after using his fingers to stretch you out, you left your climax building with a familiar feeling in your stomach.

“m-marco i’m gonna~”

about to cream all over his fingers, he pulled them out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“didn’t think i’d let you off the hook that easy hm?”

“marco pleaseee, i need too, please!!” you were basically sobbing over the fact that you wanted to get fucked

“no need to be a little cry baby y/n. he’ll let you cum when he wants to.” said jean from across the room, fucking his fist

“no, no its not that... it’s just that nothing feels better than your sweet cum running down my shaft.” right when he finished his sentace he shoved his cock right into your tight cunt, completely bottoming out and thrusting into you without giving you time to adjust.

“ ‘s too big marco please!”

“sorry, couldn’t help it baby.” the sight was so lewd. marco pounding into you from behind and shoving your head down into the mattress. jean behind you two fucking his first harder than ever. the room filled with wet slapping sounds and your loud moans, along with grunting from the two boys.

“ ah~ baby you’re squeezing me so, so well.” said marco while reaching his hand down, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it.

“mm need to-”

marco sent a harsh slap onto your clit, sending your whole body jerking foward, squirting all over his cock.

marco let out another chuckle at your reaction. “wow, first time anyone’s ever squirted on my cock.”

he pulled out soon after and released all over your ass, crashing down on top of you, out of breath. jean was about to come over and help the both of you clean up until everyone heard a sort of high pitched moan. you and marco knew that didn’t sound like jean and both flipped over.

you all soon realized the headset on jeans desk, the green light indicating it was still on and running. you all then caught on to what was happening on the other side.

“wow jean... didn’t know little y/n was such a slut.”

[lesbobiwan]

bounty (boba fett x reader)

rating: explicit

pairing: boba fett x female reader

summary: you come to boba to make one of your fantasies a reality. he has a few conditions first.

warnings: predator/prey kink, pretending to be a bounty, probably unsafe sex bc yall fuck in a forest but we dont need to talk about it, light choking, name calling, everything is safe sane and consensual, breeding kink

You’re breathing too loud in the quiet of the forest. You know that your pants echo through the woods and that you’re being too careless as you run, but you couldn’t care less. 

The only thought going through your mind is to run. You know there’s a small village up ahead. If you can just break through the edge of the forest, you can find somewhere to lay low. Maybe a shopping center? 

A twig snaps behind you.

You curse, still too loud for the peace and quiet of the forest. He’s toying with you now.

The great Boba Fett would never be stupid as to step on a twig. He’s close, and he wants you to know it. Was he ever far, or was he just letting you tire yourself out in a futile attempt to get away from him?

And tire yourself out you have. Your thighs ache and your lungs burn. You’ve never ran this much before in your life. Adrenaline pumps through your body, but you’ve always been a realist at heart. 

You can’t last much longer.

Another snapping of foliage. 

You can hear his footsteps now. Fear, despite your best efforts, shoots down your spine. 

Stars, why are you doing this? All you wanted was to get fucked, maybe put into binders and act like he had a puck on you.

Oh, right.

“If you want to get fucked like a bounty,” Boba had told you just before he sent you running, “You’re going to run like a bounty. Now go.”

“You done running, girl?” His voice booms through the trees, sounding entirely unaffected as though he wasn’t running through the forest after you. “Or am I going to have to mess up your pretty face to bring you in?”

Arousal simmers low in your gut. Stars, he’s really getting into this thing, isn’t he?

“Fuck you!” You spit over your shoulder, picking up the pace in hopes to drag out the chase a little longer.

You’re not ashamed to admit that the idea of being hunted has you soaking through your panties.

Boba chuckles, sounding much too close for comfort, “Don’t give me any ideas.”

Shit. 

A gloved hand closes around your bicep and jerks your body to a stop.

A yelp escapes you before you can stop it. 

A second hand clasps over your mouth.

“Don’t scream,” he whispers in your ear, voice distorted through the helmet, “If I let you go, will you cooperate?”

“Fuck you!” Your voice is muffled from the meat of his palm. “Let me go!”

His amused demeanor vanishes. Boba wedges foot behind the backs of your knees and sends you sprawling to the ground with a shove.

It’s not rough, but it’s definitely enough to have you dazed. You barely have time to blink before he’s on you again. 

He flips you onto your stomach with a show of strength that has you fighting back a moan and straddles the backs of your thighs to keep you in place.

“What the fuck are you —”

“Quiet,” Boba hisses, strong hands grabbing you by the wrists to pull them together at the small of your back. The binders that snap around your wrists are cold, but not the reason for the goosebumps that spread across your skin.

You hope he doesn’t realize the way you rub your thighs together.

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” Boba pants into your ear. His cock is hard against your ass. “’S that what got you in this situation, huh?” 

You almost scoff. He knows that its your mouth that got you in this situation.

“You mouth off to the wrong person and get a bounty put on you?” He continues, subtly grinding his erection into your ass. 

You can’t help it. A moan escapes you and you push back against him.

“Oh,” Boba sounds amused, damn him, “Is that what you do? Fuck the sorry son of a bitch that tries to take you in?” He presses his hips harder against you.

“Please!” You gasp, trying to cant your hips back to feel more of him, “I’ll do anything!”

He laughs cruelly and pulls you to your feet quick enough to have your vision swimming. “Anything?” He mocks, pulling your back tight against his chest as his free hand creeps up to wrap around your neck.

Another moan rips from your throat. “Yes! Anything!” You roll your hips back against the cock pressing into the small of your back, “Anything! Please, just let me go,”

Boba hums. His thumb strokes across your carotid artery as he contemplates your offer.

It’s quiet in the forest besides your ragged breathing. You’d almost think he’s forgotten about you if it wasn’t for the subtle grind of his hips against you.

It’s stifling. It’s degrading and objectifying but so fucking hot.

“Boba,” You try again, but he cuts you off with a quick jerk of your body.

He hauls you over a fallen tree like you way nothing. You’re completely folded over the tree, your ass being propped up in the air while your chest and shoulders dangle.

Your moan is so loud that the nearest birds fly away.

A heavy hand smacks against your right asscheek. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, your hips jerking — whether to escape the spank or to search for a new one, you don’t know.

“Is that how you’ve lasted this long?” He demands, landing another spank on your left cheek. “You promise to fuck whoever it is that catches you in exchange for your freedom?”

He presses his weight against you and all hopes of escaping, if you even wanted to anymore, vanish without a trace.

“You gonna take my cock, girl?” His hands drift to the waistband of your pants before he yanks them and your panties down hard enough to pop some of the seams. “You gonna be my good little whore?”

“Yes!” You sob, writhing against the tree that props your hips up. Your feet can’t find purchase against the soil, slipping and sliding no matter how you try to shift your position. “I will!”

“You will what?” Boba presses, tracing his leather covered fingers over your cunt. “Stars, you’re soaking, girl,” he murmurs, spreading your juices across his fingertips. 

“I’ll be your good whore,” You repeat, cheeks flushing a red to match the accents on his armor. 

His pleased hum sends another flood of wetness to your core. One of his hands reach around to pinch your clit between two finger while the other goes to unbuckle his pants. 

You gasp and jerk against his fingers. “Please!” You gasp, trying your best to push into his hand. 

The bark of the tree rubs uncomfortable against the exposed skin of your hips, but the pain fizzles into pleasure with each passing second. Your head begins to pound with the blood that rushes to it. The rough texture is a grounding presence that fights against the way Boba’s very existence threatens to send you flying high into atmosphere. 

“Please, what?” Boba asks, smacking his freed cock against your cunt with a wet pop, “Please fuck you so you can go free? So you can vanish and I lose out on a paycheck?”

Stars, you think you might combust. Every fiber of your being is alight. If he doesn’t fuck you, you think you’re gonna wither up and die.

“No! No, I won’t! I’ll stay!” You can’t even register the words leaving your mouth. Nothing matters except getting his cock in you. “I’ll stay. I’ll — I’ll be yours!”

The tip of his cock, thick and heavy, presses against your hole. “You’ll be mine?” He repeats, slowly inching his cock into you.

No matter how many times he presses into you, you’re always worried he won’t fit. He’s just so thick. The stretch is devastating and enough to force a high whine from your lips. 

He forces his cock into your cunt fully with a harsh thrust that forces the breath from your lungs. 

Immediately, he sets a punishing pace, one hand holding the binders that keep your wrists together at the small of your back while the other gathers your hair up to force your head up. 

“You’ll be mine?” Boba repeats, letting go of your binders to land three quick slaps against your ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” You cry out, tears gathering in your eyes against the onslaught on your cunt. “Yes, I’ll be yours!” 

His leather gloves rub quick circles around your clit, “Mine? Mine to keep tied up and ready for my cock at all times?” He pounds into you even harder than before, if that’s even possible. “Mine to fuck and fill full of my cum?”

Oh fuck.

You clench around him at his words.

His modulated groan echoes through the forest. “You like that, girl? You like the idea of me keeping you filled the brim with my cum, huh? You want to be fucked and bred?” He punctuates his words with hard and shattering thrusts.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, too caught up in the way that he stretches you to say anything. Fuck, you’re so close. 

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispers, bending to press his chest into your back. 

The angle forces your upper body down even more, and all you can do it take it.

“Yes! Yes! Please let me come,” The tears are falling down your face in earnest now. 

Boba’s hand, the one not rubbing devastating circles on your clit, wraps around your throat and squeezes just enough to make you see stars, “Cum.”

Your orgasm wracks your body like a bomb. Your thighs tremble with the force of how hard you cum, and every one of his thrusts is accompanied but a wet sound that would embarrass you if you were able to think in that moment.

Boba groans as you tighten around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He slows the pace of his thrusts down, now grinding into your cunt and pressing his cock into that spot that makes you a drooling mess. “You want my cum? You want me to fill you up?” 

His gravelly voice, still modulated by the helmet — and, fuck, it should not turn you on as much as it does to know that he kept on that helmet to fuck you —, sends more shivers down your spine. 

“Yes! Please, fill me up! Fill me up, keep me, I’myoursI’myours,” You’re babbling now. The words spill from your lips like the slick that spills down your thighs.

“Fuck,” Boba hisses, grinding his hips once, twice, three more times before he stills and his cum floods your cunt.

You gasp and moan as your walls flutter around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. 

Your world is reduced down to feeling of Boba’s weight, a grounding presence against the aftershocks of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm you, and his hands that stroke down your back.

“Good girl,” He whispers, voice no longer filtered by the helmet. When did he take that off? “You did so good, little one,” 

The binders fall off your wrists with a soft click. 

Boba eases your bottoms back up around your hips and pulls your body off the tree. 

“C’mon, lets get back to the ship so we can clean you up,” He presses a soft kiss, a drastic juxtaposition from the harsh way he treated you just minutes before, to your temple and resigns himself to supporting half of your weight when it’s evident that your legs are too weak to walk.

You press your body closer to him, relishing in the slight ache that comes from between your legs. “Y’know, you could always try acting if being a crime lord on Tatooine doesn’t work out,” You murmur against his shoulder.

Boba huffs. “You’re not funny.”

“Yes, I am,” You deny, hiding your smile in his pauldron.

You walk in silence, save for the way he’ll occasionally whisper a soft praise in your ear, until you finally remember something.

“Hey,” You slap a hand against his chest plate, “I know this was my idea, but I didn’t expect you to make me run.”

Boba’s laugh echoes through the forest and makes your body shake. “Exercise never hurt anyone, mesh’la,”

You scoff. “Yeah, sure. You look at the bruises on my hips in the morning and tell me that exercise doesn’t hurt.” You’re just complaining now, just finding ways to poke fun at him now that you’ve begun to climb down from the high peak of pleasure.

Boba’s hand around your waist drifts to dig into the raw skin on your hipbone, “I didn’t hear you complaining any,” He whispers into your ear, voice low and daring. 

Goosebumps break out across your body.

Maybe your body will be ready for round two when you get back to the ship.

[tastyykpop]

ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴜɴ

Pairings: winwin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!winwin, brat!reader, some face slapping, spanking, hair grabbing, degradation, some praising at the end, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying, my sad attempt at writing subspace, aftercare

Synopsis: you try to dom sicheng, until you take it too far and the roles are switched back to normal

"Stay still, sicheng." You growled, gripping the mans chin to make him took at you, "And you call me needy." The eyes staring into his rolled making him scoff.

"You're lucky im even letting you do this." Sicheng placed his hands on your hips that were seated on top of his and toyed with the fabric of your pants.

You swatted his hands away, "Dont touch~" you mocked, just like he always does whenever you aren't on your best behavior. It always made you angry but doing it back gave you a sense of power for once.

"Dont be a brat." With bitterness laced in his voice, he decided to give up and place his hands behind his head to rest against the headboard. "Well," he started, "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Sicheng raised a simple brow at you before you glared in return.

"Patience. That's what you taught me anyway."

"I also taught you to be good, but looks like you still haven't learned." He clenched his jaw.

Meanwhile you were ignoring him and started unbuckling his pants, easily taking his hard dick out. You smirked as he let out a hiss once the cool air in the room came in contact with it, "So sensitive. Isnt that cute."

Slowly, you moved your hand up and down his cock, purposely making him whine and whimper under you as you teased his slit for your own enjoyment. Sicheng slowly made his way down to where your hand was, grabbing your wrists but not pulling them off. He then threw his head back in pleasure, moaning your name out and saying how good you made him feel. Of course, he had to make your ego grow.

"Theres no way you're a dom," You smiled in a way that made his brows furrow before you spat in your hand and placed it back on his achingly hard cock. Sichengs hips lifted into your hands,, wanting more friction, but you pushed his hips down making him whine, "You're just a whiny little slut."

"Y-you did n-not just call me a whiny s-slut..." he tried his best sounding intimidating, but his voice failed him, creating an almost whimpering sound. "F-fuck, go faster."

"Dont tell me what to do." You stopped and squeezed his cock tightly, just enough to make him tighten his grasp on your wrists and groan from what sounded like pleasure and pain.

"Are you forgetting that I can easily put your ass back in its place?" Sicheng stared into your fiery eyes, anger written all over his face. It was stupid of him to even let you try and top him tonight, but he thought it would be something fun to try. But since you're you, you have to 'act' the part too. This made it way more fun.

"Id like to see you try." You stopped squeezing his cock, letting go of it as well and started taking the rest of your clothes off. Sichengs eyes wondered all around your body, taking in the curves and imperfection that made you look so beautiful and perfect in his eyes.

After removing your clothes, you took a seat back on his lap. Closer to his dick than before so he could feel your hot, dripping cunt.

"Hurry or ill fuck you myself." The man under you was holding himself back, all for your pleasure. You could call that sweet of him, but he did have a low patience level which you tested way too much.

"Maybe if you were a good boy."

Sicheng had to laugh, "Good boy? Why don't you be a good girl and ride me, that would be a start."

What was least expected from you, was a slap to sichengs face. He had to admit, it did startle him but it also unlocked a new level of anger that burned inside him.

"I told you to be patient." You smirked, "Impatient slut."

Sicheng had enough. In an instant, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you off him. Now, your face was shoved into the bed as your ass was in the air against his hips.

"Didn't I just say I could put you back in your place?" He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to whimper and arch your back, "Answer me before you can't sit for a month."

"Y-you did..." Your hand grabbed sichengs, trying to take them out of your hair. It was stupid, but you tried fighting back for your lost dominance. "Get off me!"

He spanked you again, "You're so fucking annoying, thinking you can tell me what to do. I never should have allowed you to dom me tonight."

It was quick the way sicheng didn't waste time sliding into your wet pussy. You knew he was desperate, but you didn't think he was this desperate to be inside you.

"You-youre still a-..fuck- a fu-fucking s-slut, sicheng." You pushed back, sichengs hand letting your hair fall around your face as he pushed on your lower back.

"Keep talking and I won't hesitate to edge you the rest of the night while I cum in your filthy cunt over and over again."

It was painful the way sicheng pounded into you. In fact, you were about to speak but his hips pistoned so hard that you couldn't dare open your mouth without a moan slipping out.

"Silent now?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Good, thats the way I like my little brat."

Everything felt so perfect, your eyes rolled into your head and you could see stars of pure bliss. Every vein and curve of his thick and long cock, you could feel too. You didn't want him to stop and you were so close yet so far with your orgasm.

"Si-sicheng..i-"

"No, don't even think about it."

But you couldn't not think about cumming. Especially when you felt him twitch inside you, knowing he was was on the edge.

That was when he released and painted your cunt white, but did he stop? Hell no. Sicheng continued pounding into you, tightening his grip on your hip and pushing harder on your back.

"Please i cant.." you cried into the sheets, your small fists balling up. This was so difficult, you couldn't hold it anymore.

The word 'please' spilled from your mouth over and over again like a chant, hoping your boyfriend could hear you begging.

"Fine. Cum."

Right after he spoke, your body shook violently as you came, crying loudly as the feeling washed over you. And almost instantly, after fucking you through your intense orgasm, sicheng slipped out of you letting his and your cum drip on the bed as he took you in his arms.

"Shh baby it's okay, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear, softly brushing against it with his lips. But you were too far gone, still not over the orgasm. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?" You nodded slowly with tears still rolling down your cheeks, watching with big doe eyes as sicheng left to get a cloth so he could clean everything up.

You came back to your senses when sicheng came back. He was quick, cleaning everything like it was nothing and once he finished, he held you in his arms.

"You did so well, baby." He kissed you cheek, "Did I hurt you though? Did I go too rough?"

Shaking your head with a giggle you spoke, "No, it was fine, but...did I hit you too hard?"

He chuckled, "No, but you did shock me. It was pretty bold of you actually." His hand ruffled your already messy hair before saying, "Now get some sleep." His soft lips kissed yours delicately, "I know you're tired."

It was like he casted a spell, your eyes fluttered closed and soon you saw nothing but black.

[fweasleyswhore]

If you are taking requests for the kinkmas list, can I pretty please get, dry humping & humiliation kink for george 🥺 thank you! If not it’s completely fine, no worries!

Kinkmas Day 1:

Humiliation and Dry Humping

George Weasley - Get Off

a/n: I have already told you but this is so hot and it was really fun to write, thank you for this request <3 I know its a few days late but ofc right after I got excited for kinkmas I got my period and its hard to write when I cant stop crying and hurt hella bad lmao - all good now tho

pairing: george weasley x gender neutral reader (mentions reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns)

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, humiliation/degradation, dry humping, p short my b

Fuck. It had been all day. An entire day of purposeful brushes, small touches, dirty words, and then, nothing. Strutting through the halls of the castle I couldn’t deny the burn that spread through my entire body. All-day, all damn day, George had been teasing me. And now I could not find him. 

The only thing stopping me from heading to my dorm and fixing the problem myself were his words. 

“Hold out for me sweetheart, tonight I want to show you the stars.” The words echoed through my head again making a shiver run down my spine. The words he whispered to me during herbology followed by a light smack on my ass fueled the fire I now felt all over. I had scoured the entire castle after dinner, starting in his dorm and then everywhere else. I even checked the library but to no avail. I decided I would try the last few places before I completely gave up. It was by no doubt after curfew by now, and I didn’t mind disobeying George if I literally couldn’t find him. 

Trudging up the stairs to the astronomy tower I played with the hem of my skirt. If I focus hard enough I could almost feel George’s hands raking up my thighs, a feeling that I craved so badly right now. 

Making it to the top of the tower I gingerly pushed open the door, a soft plush mattress sat on the floor, covered with an immense amount of blankets and the soft glow from a few floating candles surrounding the area. I felt my breath hitch as my eyes trailed to the lanky ginger boy laying on the bed. 

“What is this?” I asked softly. His head popped up at the sound. His eyes were dark but his face adorned a giddy smile that made me weak knowing I was the cause. 

“Well, I did say I wanted to show you the stars now didn’t I?” He said in a cocky voice, his head cocked on the side. 

I felt my cheeks heat up as guilt panged my stomach. “Oh Merlin, I’m an idiot aren’t I?”

“Maybe, but you’re my idiot.” He said plainly. I couldn’t help but smile at the boy, laying down slightly, propped up on his elbows, legs spread. His school sweater was nowhere in sight, and his tie laid untied around his shoulders. He looked delicious, and I needed him. 

“I wasn’t aware I belonged to you,” I said lightly, sauntering over to him I watched the way his smile fell and had to hide my own smile as I plopped down next to him on the bed. 

“After everything I did to you today you still want to be a brat?” He asked pulling himself up and looking at me like a predator would his prey. 

“I have no idea as to what you are talking about.” I lied cooly. I was thankful for the dark lighting hiding what I assume to be a dark blush coating my features. 

He sighed and pulled his tie off of his shoulders. His hands rung the fabric, tightening around it for a moment so his veins popped out ever so slightly. The sight made my desire deepen and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my wetness begin to pool as the day’s events caught up to me. 

“What you are doing says differently sweetheart,” He didn’t look at me as he spoke, opting to continue to play with his tie. “What you are doing is telling me that you’re a misbehaving whore who needs to be put in their place.” He finally looked at me. The tie in his hands now was pulled into an intricate knot that had two loops similar to handcuffs. 

“I watched you today, I watched you rub your thighs together in potions like you wanted me to bend you over right there.” His words had my mouth dry and my pussy drenched. I had no words or cheeky comeback as he watched me with dark hungry eyes. Every word sending me closer to the edge. “I watched how after every interaction we had you grew more desperate, you may say you don’t belong to me but your body sure does, and by the end of the night your mind will too.” 

I opened my mouth to shout something back but before I could his lips met mine in a wet sloppy kiss. His hands soon found my waist and hoisted me up onto his lap, straddling him. From the new angle, our kisses grew more heated and synced. His hands trailed down my waist to my hips, he pushed me down rutting his hips into mine. I felt his clothed bulge grind straight into my core and I didn’t hold back the moan that erupted from my chest. He took that moment to stick his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t bother fighting him with my own, I continued to grind into him sucking on his tongue. He squeezed my hips and pushed up again in sync with my own rhythm I had set that felt amazing. I pulled back letting out a high-pitched whine. 

“Look at you saying you’re not mine but falling apart before I have even properly touched you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were soaking, no one else can do this to you, you’re my whore.” I simply nodded at his words. Too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to formulate a proper response. “Do you think I could get you off on my thigh? Do you think you could get off by humping my thigh like a worked up whore?” I buried my head in his neck, continuing to rut my hips into him as he spoke I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, and the thought of having to stop to situate myself on his thigh seemed counterproductive. 

“N-No.” I barely whispered. “Don’t need to.” His hand trailed up my side and behind my head, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harsh enough to pull my head back but not enough to hurt me. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. The devilish smile plastered on his face told me he was enjoying me falling apart on his lap. 

“Gonna cum from this?” He asked pushing his hips into mine with force. I whined, nodding as much as I could with his hand in my hair. 

“Yes, god yes,” I said hastily. The knot in my stomach was fraying at the ends, beginning to fall apart or snap any second. “Please Georgie, need to cum, need to cum now,” I begged. 

I watched as his smile fell into a more serious expression, the hand on my hip grew a tighter grip as he spoke. “Say it, slut. So eager for me, about to cum without me touching you, admit it. You’re mine.” His voice was a few octaves deeper than normal and slightly hoarse. His words pushed only further at the knot in my stomach which was moments away from unraveling. 

“I’m yours, all yours Georgie. Please let me cum, please let your whore cum for you.” I begged, rutting my hips harder. I screwed my eyes shut, willing my every fiber to wait for his permission. 

“Cum for me.” I fell apart in his lap. Panting out broken ‘thank you’s, and blinking away tears. He released my hair and my head fell forward onto his chest, I slowed down my hips and soon enough my breath followed suit. 

“Yknow, I was joking when I said that I didn’t belong to you,” I said breathlessly. I felt his chest rumble against my forehead as he laughed, one hand running up and down my back soothingly. 

“I know, I just wanted you to know you couldn’t get away with that.” He whispered in my ear. I picked my head up gingerly, looking into his lust-filled eyes. 

“Can you do something for me?” I asked quietly, trailing a hand up his chest. He hummed in response causing me to let the smile I was trying to hide slip onto my lips. “Prove to me your mine.”

“Oh, you are in for it now.” I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my lips as he pushed me down onto my back, towering over me. 

Tonight would be a long night.

[slashssunglasses]

“Its My Turn Now” ~ Slash

SLASH X FEM~READER

KW: daddy kink, bondage, roughness 

Slash- Velvet Revolver Era Slash 

——— UNEDITED —— — 

it was yet another Velvet Revolver tour and this one was very exciting for slash since he could finally take you with him. Oh your days were full of laughter, adventure and pure raw animal sex. he couldn't get enough of you, all this time he'd had to go on the road without you, no physical contact for months at a time… it made this tour one to remember. 

it was the night of the show and you stood in the front row of the rowdy crowd watching slash run around and holler into the microphone. Even though he was lost in the music he still made sure to watch you from the stage, making sure you were ok. Slash always insisted that you stand backstage watching the show from your safe little area but you did like it. You enjoyed being in the crowd jumping and raging along to the music while you watched him sweat and just completely lose himself in his music, 

This time though, there had been a guy who was rubbing up on you all night. At first it looked like it was just due to the overcrowding of people in the pit, but once he started trying to talk to you and flirt you knew those horny rubs were nothing but accidental. 

“Dude I'm not interested” you pushed away from him, “c’mon sweetheart, you cant come around here dressed like that and not expect to get my attention” he'd less over trying to get closer to your neck. 

“Hey back off!” you squealed, soon your attention was taken away from your fiancé’s performance and redirected to keeping this guy off of you. he continued his lewd comments before reaching his hand up and groping your chest. 

you pushed him hard and just then the guitar stopped and the music got all fucked up. 

“Hey! Hey! what the fuck?!” you heard Slash yell into the microphone before throwing himself into the crowd on top of the guy. security was quick to grab him and push him back on stage as the fans started to riot and try and grab at him. “Hey get him the fuck out of here!” he yelled into the microphone once he got back on stage, “hes making on my girl! fucking pig! im gonna get your fucking ass get the fuck out of my show!” he yelled angrily as security grabbed the guy hauling him out. 

“you okay baby?” he asked in the microphone before kneeling down and grabbing your arm helping you up onto the stage and walking you off. 

“you okay?” he nervously grabbed your face scanning your expression. “yes yes im fine” you sighed giggling quietly, “I'm gonna kick his ass” he angrily chewed his lip, “baby just relax” you sighed grabbing his face. you could hear the crowd getting impatient and rowdy, “Slash you gotta get back out there” you smiled looking out onto the stage.

“i promise you i’ll make it up to you” he smirked, “make it up to me? you didn’t do anything” you giggled, “just be quiet and let me show you how much i love you tonight” he rolled his eyes, “mm fine fine, i also have a surprise for you but only if you get out there” you giggled popping a kiss on his lips, “mm more” he whined pulling you back in

“slash! C’mon man let’s go!” Duff yelled at him as slash pulled you deeper into his lips. He groaned, kissing your lips one more time before walking back on stage. The crowd roared in cheers as the show started up again. “Sorry guys lets fucking tear it up!” he chuckled into the mic earning cheers and hollers from the crowd. “Hang on hang on! Let me say something really quick before we start up again..” Slash said into the mic, fixing the height so it fit him better, “if you see that fucker that was on my girl..save him for me, okay?” 

you shook your head smiling from offstage. he kept looking over with a little smirk as he watched you sway around to the music. his eyes dancing across your body as you did little sensual things you knew would only catch his eye. you blew him little kisses and he had a cocky smirk while he riled up the crowd even more. once the show was over you knew you were in for a fun and romantically rough night. you wanted to take control tonight but you didn’t know how long it’s last. you had the outfit, the toys, and the restraints but slash had a reputation for ripping through the flimsy cheap sex store ties and cuffs but you were still gonna have your fun. 

you smirked to yourself as he ran off stage adrenaline still pumping as his sweaty body engulfed you tightly “ew ew ew” you giggled against his wet body. “mmm i want to get you back to the room bunny” hed giggle biting your ear, “mmmm no no no, you’re gonna shower while i get ready for you...” you giggled swaying back and forth with him,

 “mm you won’t join me?” he pouted, “no no no, i have very fun and special things planned for us tonight...daddy” you whispered, he tensed up under you, “you have to be patient and calm though...or you get nothing and i mean it” you added kissing his sweaty jaw, you knew it was killing him the whole ride home. little did he know you had binds, toys, lingerie waiting for you guys back in the room to play with.

Once back at the hotel, you had to pry slash from your body and into the bathroom, threatening him if he doesn't get into the shower. 

After some heated kisses and playful shoves, he finally got into the bathroom and started his shower. With him distracted with getting clean, you set your plan into motion. You quickly pulled off your clothes, throwing the now dirty clothes in a hamper at the door. 

You examined your body in the mirror, hands running over each inch of skin as you wondered what he would think, but right now you were under a time crunch. You quickly got out the toys and binds, laying them out neatly on the bed as you listened to him move around the bathroom. He shouldn't be long now. You scrambled around the room, lighting candles for some nice finishing touches, and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. Steam rolled out in clouds as the bathroom door swung open. Light poured over your body as slashs silhouette came into view. “Mmm~ what's all this bunny?”

"its fun for us" you smirked turning to get on your knees and crawl towards him. his hands traced every different shaped and colored vibrator on laid out on the bed, cock ring, handcuffs, and a few other fun toys. 

"you see tonights gonna be a little different" you began in a sultry voice, "I know Its always you in charge but…tonight I want some fun" you smiled sitting up and rubbing your hands all over his bare chest, "so take these off" you pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants, "and let me come play with you daddy"

Slash bit his lip, smirking down at you as you played with the hem of his pants. “Oh~ so bunny wants to be in charge tonight hm? Well..we’ll see about that..” You pouted, glaring up at him as he pulled you onto his chest, “hey! No! No touching!” You grabbed his wrists, 

his hands quickly grabbing handfuls of your ass before you yanked them away. You shoved him toward the bed, tying his wrists together as you sat on his chest. “Look so sexy like this bunny..thinking you can dominate daddy..” He purred, his eyes flaming with lust as you glared at him. “I'm not the one with their wrists tied..” Slash only darkly chuckled at your jab, “ohh~ I won't be for long bunny..just you wait and see..”

"Daddy" you whined smacking his chest, "ive been such a good girl…let me have this treat?" you crossed your arms, "oh bunny" he pouted bucking his hips up to push your pussy farther up his chest, "fine" he rolled his eyes, your eyes lit up as you jumped off of him going towards the toys you wanted to use. 

"decisions decisions" you giggled, he looked at you with a proud and cocky smirk. "I know" you smiled and crawled back onto the bed. you rubbed your hands over top his sweatpants traveling up his legs, you saw the bus;ge growing and gently grazed it. you lowered your head and licked a hot stripe up his clothed bulge. he grunted harshly pulling on the restraints, you made sure to layer them so it'd be harder for him to break through. 

you grabbed the vibrator and switched it on sliding it over his bulge and then around your nipples pulling the bra down flashing your tits. he was drooling and you decided it was time to give him a little snack, you giggled scooting up to his lips, "you want some?" you purred pulling your panties to the side, "you want to taste my cunt daddy? ohh~ its so wet" you moaned lowering yourself over his nose, his mouth opened welcoming you but you didn't sit just yet, "come taste what that other guy couldn't have" you smirked lowering yourself completely onto his lips watching his eyes roll back as your slick hit his tongue

He leaned his head up, tongue slipping in between your lips like a hungry dog. You melted into him, slow relaxing down onto his mouth, hips lightly swiveling to match his lips. You groped your tits, moaning at the pleasure sparking in your brain. Slash grumbled and groaned, the sounds vibrating against your clit deliciously. 

“Oh!- oh daddy~” You purred, back arching and head tipping back. Slash pulled at the restraints, skin peeling around the ties as he ached to feel your skin under his palms. You ground down against his mouth, tongue filling your hole as you whined. “Ah ah ah! Daddy!” His hips bucked up at the sound of your pleads, frustration filling his system as he pulled at the restraints. “Daddy's going to eat you dry bunny..be a good girl and let him out of these ties..” He glared up at you, tongue licking at his lips, “come on bunny...don't you want to make daddy proud?”

"mm, not yet" you panted scooting down back onto his chest, you leaned down kissing your slick off his lips, "you'll get your turn" you smiled kicking your feet up and sliding the thing off your body flashing him your bare pussy as you layed back on his torso. "mm such a yummy cock" you moaned rubbing his hard through his pants, "your evil" he growled and you rolled your eyes leaning over for the vibrator, you switched it on setting it down on his abs,

 "fuck" you grunted as you set your clit down onto of the vibrator. your lips began rubbing against his torso as you began humping. "oh daddy! ah! oh yes daddy you feel so good on my weeping cunt" you moaned maintaining eye contact with him, "oh I cant wait to see that cock ring on this big daddy cock, I want you to use everything on me daddy" you whined picking up the pace, "oh daddy im gonna cum! im gonna cum!!" you yelled gripping you

You squealed, head falling back as your orgasm washed over you. You shooke and arched, wet buzzing filling both of your and slash ears. His hips bucked up, harsh growls leaving his lips, “bunny..let daddy out..now. I'm not fucking kidding..” You lazily smiled, squinting at him as you got down on your stomach, face to face with his abs, “i don't know what you mean daddy..” You’d whimper, smiling up at him as you licked up your cum off his abs. “Ohh bunny you’re in deep fucking shit.” You cheek rested against his hip bone, “am I?” You’d tease, kissing his skin as your hand palmed his bulge.

"oh my… its so big" you gasped kissing his hard bulge through his pants. "mm I told you ti take these off daddy" you purred biting his bulging v-line, veins protruding down the toned muscle almost guiding you to his cock. 

you leaned over grabbing the cock ring and holding git in your mouth. pulling down the pants you gasped excitedly giggling at his swollen hard cock, "mmm" you licked your lips drooling over his cock. you let drool drip and leak down his cock slipping down with precum

you moaned, pumping his cock lewdly as he sighed.

 He stared down at you with hooded eyes, “bunny..” You grinned at him, taking his cock in you mouth, the cock ring slipping down his shaft as you did so. “Oh!- fuck-!” He pulled at the ties, teeth grit and bared as he choked. “Bunny-“ Once the ring was in place, you sucked his cock lewdly, the tip popping out of your mouth as you let go. You pumped him, licking your lips as you stared at him, “there you go daddy...a pretty ring on your cock..” His head rocked back, face turning red out of frustration as the need to cum filled him, but he knew, that he wasn’t allowed to.

 “Okay bunny...you’ve had your fun..now take the fucking ring off me right now..before I get mean.” You bit your lip, humming to yourself, “mm..I don’t know..I think it’s a nice touch daddy..”

you licked a long stripe up his swollen red cock. “you’re such a good daddy, behaving for me and holding back all that thick juicy cum mmm” you moaned rubbing your clit while you gently stroked his cock. “bunny-ah fuck” he choked throwing his head back, “yes daddy?” you cooed squeezing his balls, “fuck!” he growled pulling in the restraints harder, “oh these are good ones, you haven’t broken them yet” you giggled leaning over and grabbing another vibrator.

 you vibed along his shaft and circled his tip licking your lips as he tried to choke back his moans. “moan for me daddy, oh when you moan it’s so sexy” you whined sucking on one of his balls, “b-bun-oh fuck! oh my god bunny fuck right there!” he moaned loudly as you slowly slipped him inside your pussy. “ohhh!!” you whined, “oh fuck daddy! oh my gosh break free baby come fill me with your cum make me your pretty mommy” you whined loudly as you rode his cock, lewd and throaty moans escaping his lips as he tried to watch you move sensually on his cock but fuck it was too good he couldn’t hold it back anymore he was crazy, screaming practically at your dirty words

You lost yourself on his cock, little hands gripping his chest as you bounced yourself.

 “Daddy..daddy more please..” You whined, needing more of him by the minute. “More huh? You want more?” he growled, foaming at the mouth as you nodded. “Please daddy..” His choked gasps slowly died down, a dark smile curving on his face as he glared at you.

 “Please? Please? Oh, my bunny is begging now huh? I thought you were the one in charge bunny?” He mocked, head tilting slightly as he questioned you. You stumbled and stammered, “i know but-” “but what bunny? You need your big daddy to take care of you?” You trembled, tears welling up in your eyes as you grew tired of bouncing on him, “yes..i need you daddy..” His eyes darkened completely, “good girl.” He laughed, easily snapping out of the restraints and flipped you over.

you gasped as he hooked your legs around his hips. “you were staying tied for me?” you have him puppy eyes, “anything for you bunny” he smiled softening his piercing gaze slightly, “you did so good bun, so sexy” he growled against your lips while he teased his ringed cock around your hole, “hehe, thank you daddy” you giggled stretching underneath him, rubbing his bicep gently scratching down the divots in his biceps,“now show me who i belong to daddy” you pouted puckering your lips for him, “make me a pretty mommy” you batted your lashes after he placed a rough kiss on you. “you’re gonna squirt on this cock bunny, you’re gonna make a mess for me”

He gripped your hips tight, cock pounding into your g spot as you screamed, “daddy! Oh-oh!” You grabbed at him, pulling at his skin as he grinned at you, “is it too much bunny? This is what you wanted..” He teased, loving the way you looked all sweaty and used. “No more excuses bunny..no more holding back..daddy’s going to take hi sweet bunny until she passes out.”

you screamed losing your voice midway, exhaustion hitting you from how badly you wanted him deeper you couldn’t even fathom it. he held a vibrator against your clit as he yelled profanities from you tightening around his cock. “who’s daddy’s cum dump hm?” he groaned trying to keep himself at a steady pace in you, “m-me -ahhhh!! fuck me!!! i’m you l-little cum dump? in your cockslut daddy use me!!” you arched screaming as your eyes rolled back drool falling down your lips, “s-so good” you whimpered holding his face begging for some mercy

“use you, hm? That's what you want? You want daddy to take it all out on you, bunny?” You nodded franticly, words barely even forming in your brain at this point. “Mmm~ okay bunny.. let's see how long you last..” His thrusts stopped suddenly, light whines leaving you at the loss. “Shhh..don't worry... Daddy is far from done with you..” He snickered, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly, he slammed into you hard, tip hitting your g spot head-on. 

You screamed bloody murder, clawing at his back. “Oh, that's the spot huh?” He growled, making sure each and every thrust it that special spit inside you.

“oh! oh! da-da-daddy!! AHHHH!!!” you screamed bloody murder, “i can’t take it! i cant take it!” you sobbed ultimate euphoria over taking you. his hand flew to your mouth shutting you up while he drilled into you. tears pooled around his hand as you sobbed and screamed into his hand. “bunny they’re gonna think i’m-fuck! they’re-ohh~~ they’re gonna think i’m hurting you!” his thrusts became sloppy as the cock ring felt tighter around his base

“daddy- daddy! Ohh-! Daddy!!” You squealed, licking his hand as he held it over your mouth. “Bunny-! Fucking god!-“ His cock swelled around the ring, his head filling with pleasure as he felt himself slowly lose it. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Fuck!- FUCK!-“ He growled, panting as the ring gave and cum spilled inside you, triggering your orgasm. You squealed and screamed, thrashing around as pleasure filled your head. You cried and screamed against his hand, grabbing at him as you came down.

you were hyperventilating and sobbing against his hand as his head dipped down into your neck. his chest rising and falling rapidly as he kissed your damp skin. you couldn’t help the wave of emotions your several intense orgasms brought you, you broke down in a fit of sobs still not being able to breathe, after shocks from your orgasms shot through you as you looked down at all the squirt that coated the bed and both your bodies. your body still twitching as he stayed plugged in you, he let out soft moans trying to catch his breath. this time was insane, you guys had good sex before no doubt it was never bad, always mind blowing but this time there was so much more emotion on both ends you both needed to recover. 

You sobbed, so sore and worn out that it was all you could really do. Slashs face came into few as he lightly picked you up. 

He held you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as you slowly came down, “shhh shhh bunny...deep breaths..” You followed his lead in breathing, your mind becoming more clear. Well, as clear as it could be in that moment since you were still very exhausted. “Come on..let’s go get cleaned up..” He kissed your forehead sweetly, smiling against your skin as he carried you to the bathroom. You clung your him, not wanting to be set down or moved anymore than you already have.

 Your muscles were sore and your overall being was worn out. As he lowered you both in the bath, he started to hum a soft tune. You didn’t recognize it, must have been something new he had been working on. He ran his hands threw your hair, the other leaning over and grabbing a washcloth. He soaked it in water, bring it to your face as he continued to hum softly. That’s when the hums started to turn into words. He sand softly in your ears as he washed all the sweat and tears from your face. Slash was never one to sing in the first place, but him singing to you never failed to make you smile. “There’s that pretty smile..”

“i-i-i love you slashy” you hummed gripping his chest giving him weak kisses. “i love you bunny” he bummed rubbing your back, “thank you for letting me have you fun” you giggled looking up at him, “you deserved it baby, you were so sexy” he chuckled lowly, “mm thank you” you leaned up kissing him deeply enjoying the feeling of his body against yours with the warm water surrounding you two.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @s-lasxh

[layniapetrovnaaa]

DOFP Logan X Reader Smut

Summary: Logan travels back to the past and sees you, the reunion was not what he was expecting considering your history; but when you fail to stop Raven, you find yourself scared for the future and you feel the need for his love again.

Warnings: Smut, choking kink, swearing, mentions of drug use (just weed), mentions of alcoholism. The beginning is kinda shit, but I think I did good with the smut lmao.

"Laurie was a young lover, but he was in earnest, and meant to 'have it out', if he died in the attempt, so he plunged into the subject with characteristic impetuousity, saying in a voice that would get choky now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady...

"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, couldn't help it, you've been so good to me. I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. Now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer."

"I wanted to save you this. I thought you'd understand..." began Jo, finding it a great deal harder than she expected."—the book slammed shut.

The noise wracking the school made it hard for you to focus on your book–one that you were thoroughly enjoying–so you got up an went to go investigate.

As you exited your room and walked into the hallway, you met Charles.

"What the hell is that noise?" you asked him, agitation lacing your voice.

"I have no clue." he sighs and the two of you trudge down the stairs.

You couldn't help but snort at the sight in front of you. Hank hung from the chandelier, while his victim lay on the table below him.

"Get off the bloody chandelier Hank." the professor, who stood beside you at the top of the staircase, spoke.

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing.

Hank jumped down and as you walked down the stairs you recognized the man.

"[Y/N]?" Logan spoke, surprised to see you again.

"What? You know him?" Hank asks, slightly out of breath.

You ignore both of them and continue to walk toward Logan until you are standing in front of him.

SMACK!

"What the hell was that for?!" he groans, bringing his hand up to is cheek, replacing where your had just briefly been. You laugh bitterly.

"What do you mean 'What the hell was that for?' You left me!" your tone was raised and angered but not quite yelling.

Charles and Hank stood there awkwardly, while Logan stood there bewildered.

"I left you?" he asks, is tone completely serious as his hand slips from his cheek.

Your laugh was sarcastic, as was your response.

"What'd you just lose your memories all of a sudden?"

Logan flinched at your words, but didn't answer.

All you could do was shake your head and grumble to yourself as you walked back up to your room, not even inquiring what he was there for.

Truth be told he didn't remember leaving you. After what happen with Stryker and losing his memories, the professor helped him to get some back, but he could only remember bits and pieces of really important events or people, and you were one of them. But he still couldn't remember much, only parts of your time together, the best parts.

***

Hank sat at the edge of the bed, you were laying on your side, your back facing him as you fiddled with the loose strands of the blanket you laid atop of.

"We talked to Logan." he states blankly, and you don't respond.

"He needs our help [Y/N]."

You scoff at that.

"Oh please.” You murmur. "What does the oh-so-great Wolverine need our help with?"

"[Y/N]" he sighs "what I'm about to say may be hard to believe, but your just going to have to trust us." he pauses, then continues "Logan was sent from the future, he needs our help to stop Raven."

At this you roll onto your back and burst into laughter. Wiping a stray tear from your right eye as your laughter starts to calm down.

"Well, I was not expecting that." you state, sitting up and slapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for cheering me up Hank." You smile before getting up off the bed and going over to your dresser to find a joint. As you are rummaging through your drawer he speaks again.

"I'm-I'm serious [Y/N]. Even the professor believes him."

You slam the drawer shut and start to search through your jewelry box that sat on top of the dresser.

"Well the professor is also an alcoholic." you state rather harshly.

"Please [Y/N], we need all the help we can get."

You let out an agitated sigh and turn around to face him.

"Fine." you point a finger at him "But if I find out that this is just some silly ass shit, I'll beat your ass.

"Yes ma'am." he smiles, his tone playful yet serious.

***

After coming back from Paris that night and watching the news saying that they had already gotten Ravens blood sample, you couldn't help but feel completely defeated. You were sure everyone else felt the same way as well.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, that when you stopped at the door in front of you, you only then realized it was not yours, it was Logan's. The door was cracked open just enough for you to peak into his room and see him smoking a cigar on his bed. After staring at the door for a few moments you decided to knock, then enter the room. He turns his head to face the door as he blows out a puff of smoke. You close the door behind you softly and he raises an eyebrow.

"Shut up." you scoff, and he cant help but chuckle as he turns his head back to face the wall in front of him and take another puff.

"I always loved the smell of those." you said softly as you walked over to the bed and sat down.

"I know." he hums as he removes his hand from from under his head to sit up against the headboard.

Your hand slides back and forth over the sheets as you stare into his eyes intently.

"Logan?..." you whisper

He puts the cigar out in the tray that rests on his bedside table. He moves to sit next to you and puts his hand atop of yours, which had stopped moving as soon as you felt his touch. The face he gives you is so sincere, almost as if he was trying to say: tell me anything and everything.

"In the future do I-" you lean into him closer.

"Don't. Don't do that to yourself kid." he says softly, but firm.

You eye his lips, and then they are crushing your own.

The kiss is passionate, so passionate, and warm. You had kissed Logan many times before, but none felt like this as he grabbed your waist, pulling you to him as close as he could given the position you were in. Your hands fly up to grip his face and push his lips harder onto yours. He balances himself on his left hand which rests behind you on the bed. Deep breathes and the smacking of lips can be heard as your mouths dance together in a sensual and loving way.

He pulls back and your foreheads rest against each other, your noses nuzzling gently.

"I'm sorry for leaving." he whispers and you can feel his breath on your lips. You pull back slightly to look into his eyes.

"I forgive you." you just couldn't stay mad at him.

The green in his hazel orbs shines bright and you wonder how you were able to live without him for so many years.

"Make love to me." you let out in a breathy whisper.

All he does in response is kiss you hard and lay you on the bed gently.

His hands travel all over your clothed body, stopping to squeeze and caress certain areas.

As his lips kiss your neck you are reminded of the first night you two had been physically intimate. It was 1953, you had gone to see the movie "Roman Holiday", it was cute. You especially liked Gregory Peck, and even though he still wouldn’t admit it, Logan was a little jealous. And so you two kinda just ended up just making-out the whole time. That's when he took you home and professed his love to you physically, and promised he would love you forever.

He sits back and pulls the dingy white tank top he was wearing off. You bit your lip as you took in the sight in front of you—Jesus—its like he was hand crafted by god himself. He leans back down over you, and fits himself nicely between your legs. Grabbing your wrists to raise them above your head as you continue to make-out.

God, could this feeling just last forever? The weight of him on top of you, consumed by his musk, and the way his lips made you feel as if you were as high as a bird, as if gravity didn't exist. 

You two sat up and you took your shirt off, having not worn a bra, you were completely exposed to him as he took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. 

"Jesus Christ" he breathes, both his hands being immediately drawn to your breasts, he starts to fondle them and you cant help but giggle slightly at the enamored look in his face before he sits back and you straddle his lap. 

His hands caress your waist, up to your back, then down to your hips a couple of times as you starts to embrace his neck with your lips. Your hips start to move back and forth slowly, the friction almost killing you as you both let out soft moans and he grips your hips tightly.

“F-fuck” he stutters as you continue the sinful swishing of your hips. You pant softly at the feeling of your sweet spot getting some stimulation.

Logan grabs you and rolls you two over before getting up and taking his pants and underwear off, you do the same. He sits back on his knees in between your legs, admiring the sight in front of him.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” His thumb rubs up and down your thigh slowly.

You smile and bite your lip, captivated by the looks on his face, his eyes never leaving your core as he hums in satisfaction.

He leans back over you kissing your chest and flicking his tongue over your nipples. His hand slowly travels down and he starts rubbing your clit slowly.

“Aghh Logan” you moan, his middle finger dipping down to trace your hole, feeling the natural lubricant that excreted from it.

Slowly he starts to enter you with his longest finger, starting to move it inside of you. Feeling the influx of wetness he adds his ring finger.

Sighing and moaning softly into his mouth as you kissed. He always seemed to know exactly what to do to make you feel so good.

Once satisfied with how wet you had become he removes his fingers and you suck them into your mouth, remembering how that would always set him off.

His mouth hangs open as you look him in the eyes while your tongue flicks over his fingers.

Slowly he pulls them out and they release with a small wet popping noise.

“You always know how to make me fuckin’ crazy.” he groans.

His hands slide from your collarbones to your breasts, groping, jiggling, and smushing them together.

“I would die for these tits.” You laugh lightly at his statement before you bite your lip and reach out to grab his cock.

“I wanna taste you.” You hum, slowly stroking his member, maintaining eye contact as you knew that was something he loved.

“Another time baby, right now I wanna be in this tight and wet little pussy.” You release him, and sit back on your elbows.

Sighing erotically at his words you spread your legs further and he lines himself up at your entrance. He starts to slide in slowly, only going about halfway at first due to his size.

“You good baby?”

“Mhmm”

He starts to enter you fully, groaning as he does.

“Jesus fuckin Christ” he breaths, and you moan slightly, throbbing around him. You had to admit it was a bit uncomfortable due to his girth, length, and your size. But, it still felt really good having him inside of you.

He stilled for a moment after he had entered you to the hilt, feeling like it would kill him (in the best of ways) if he started to move.

Yet, he prevailed and started to set a relatively fast pace, one that made your breasts jump withe every thrust, and felt like goddamn heaven.

One of his hands took a hold of your wrist, lifting it above your head, his elbow digging into the mattress. His other hand flew to your throat and you let out and obnoxiously loud moan. Your free hand reaching down to stimulate your clitoris.

His breathing was heavy as his hips continued to buck into yours. Groaning and growling as well.

His pace slowed down for a moment and he gave you several deep, hard, and fast thrust, ones that made you grab his wrist (the one connected to the hand that was wrapped around your neck) as you squirm, moan obscenely, and dig your toes into the mattress sharply.

He starts to thrust into you faster again and he releases your neck and wrist. Running your hand down his toned abdomen, you feel the muscles tense lightly at each swish of his hips. Your arms wrap around to his back, your fingertips digging into the hard flexing muscles. Your mouth hanging open, moans escaping it every second, staring into his eyes as he fucked you.

He looks down and watches where the two of you connect and you squeeze him slightly, feeling his hips stutter when you do.

“Ohh shit baby, do that again.” You comply and he groans.

Its not long before you hear that saying you love so much.

“I’m gunna cum.” he moans out and you throb at his words. 

“Oouu fuck” you moan as his pace picks up ever so slightly, running your hands up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. 

You two separate and you can tell hes at his tipping point as he lets out a shaky breath.

A string of slightly high pitched, but throaty and guttural groans fall from his mouth and echo in the crook of your neck. Fuck, if that wasn't one of the most amazing noises you had ever heard...you didn't know what was. 

He stills as deep inside you as he can get while his high takes over. You moan at the noises he makes and the feeling of his load inside of you, just being completely stuffed full of him, and you squeeze him as he orgasms. 

Once he starts to come back to reality he kisses you in a dirty and sloppy manor, and pulls out of you. Your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss. 

He runs his hands down your torso before kissing your left rib, then putting his face right between your legs.

He takes a deep breath in and hums, savoring the delicious smell of your sweet wet cunt. You squirm and shutter in anticipation, remembering that this was one of Logan's favorite activities to do while you were together. 

He caresses your thighs a few times before finally giving you what you had been longing for so long.

His tongue circled your hole, dipping in a few times before flicking your clit.

He knew all of the tricks to make you absolutely melt.

He continued pleasuring you-- like no one else ever had before-- with his very skilled tongue.

“Auhh” you moan harshly as he inserts a finger into your sensitive core.

He never lets up, not even for a second. 

You never wanted the moment to end as you felt that feeling in your stomach build faster than you anticipated. 

“Oh fuck I’m close” you moan out, hips bucking up and down uncontrollably. 

“That’s it baby.” he growls, and holds your hips down so he can keep his mouth on that divine pussy. 

Finally releasing all of the wonderfully built up tension, you orgasm, and you orgasm hard. 

Everything goes white as you stay in your high for a solid 15 seconds. Your toes dug into the bed sharply as your back arched and you pulled on Logan’s hair. 

You become sensible again, and watch as he slides his finger out of you, licking it clean before doing the same to your overworked cunt. Flinching slightly as his tongue makes contact again. 

He gets up, and your immediate reaction is to tell him to stay. 

“You do realize this is my room, right?” 

You bite your lip and giggle slightly as he climbs into the bed and under the sheets. 

You snuggle into his hairy chest and let out a content sigh. 

Little did you know only a short while later he would be leaving just as before, never to see him again, until about 30 years later...

[imagine-turtles]

Huhuhuhuhu ok imagine this: its truth or dare time at the lair, everyone is a little tipsy, and crush has to kiss the turt, how far would the guys take it? Would they keep it as just a peck because of Anxiety tm or maybe they would go full makeout session right here and then?

Follow up question: some time after (maybe a few days) crush cant stop thinking about the kiss (because it was really nice either way) and they try to hide it because "it was just for the dare" yadda yadda but maybe they talk about it with April or Casey or something and one of this fuckers rats them out and tries to play wingman, what next??

Leonardo argues so passionately on his crush’s behalf, it would have been easy to interpret his attitude as resistance to the kiss.  It’s not that he wouldn’t like a kiss, but this is all terribly, horribly wrong.  He needs their actions unprovoked, the commitment to a truth without a convenient excuse in case things go sideways.  He must have absolute certainty, without a shred of doubt, that they want to kiss him of their own accord; kissing him as a dare is pitiful, almost insulting.

But no matter how he looks at it, there’s a small part of him--stubbornly pushed to the back of his mind--that wants someone to tell him to quit chickening out and just do it.  Challenge him, insult him, force his hand, because he’s not sure he could up and kiss his crush so casually without having his own convenient excuse.  Hypocritical, he knows.

It’s only the press of lips to Leo’s cheek that snaps him back to reality, and warm hands slipping through his fingers before he can even think to grasp at them.  His crush informs the dare-er that they didn’t specify where the kiss had to be, and yes, it’s their turn now.  Over as quickly as it began.

In the following days, he’s not sure what to do.  Should he apologize?  Do they think he doesn’t like them after all the protesting he did?  Leo’s not even sure what he needs to talk about, only that he needs to say something before… well, he’s not sure what.  Even April’s subtle (read: not so subtle) direction fails to kick him out of his own head until she sicks his crush on him directly.

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All Raphael can manage is a stiff nod when his crush quietly asks him if he’s okay with all this nonsense, before gently pecking him on the lips and returning to their seat.  It was half a second, maybe, but to him it felt like an eternity.

Raph just can’t stop thinking about it.  The way they tenderly asked his permission, the featherlight--almost ticklish--brush of their lips on his, the delicate flick of their eyelashes when they’d turned the full force of their gaze on him at point blank range.  Might as well have stared up into the sun, the way he hardly remembers seeing the room around him for a solid five minutes.

Now, there’s a new edge to the smile that tugs at the corners of their mouth when they greet him, when his name rolls off their tongue like they’re trying to tell him something entirely different than mornin’, sunshine.  Is he losing it?  He might be losing it.

Raph hardly notices Casey’s incessant meddling until he’s abandoned at the Hypar Pavilion after hours, with only his crush and a picnic basket for company.

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It’s not a big deal, Donatello reasons, meaning is designated by the individual, so a kiss doesn’t mean anything unless we make it mean something.  Therein lies the problem; he fervently wants that kiss to mean something, the ending and beginning of things.  But his crush doesn’t waver, for better or for worse, and he accepts their kiss with as much grace as he can manage in the moment.

“As if one kiss could embarrass us,” they whisper, cracking a grin when he quietly suggests the peanut gallery try a little harder next time.  A shared kiss, a shared smile, a shared joke--how could this not be the start of something entirely their own, a cosmic chain of events engineered to pull them into each other’s orbits?

Maybe nothing so dramatic.  But he knows physical contact fosters closeness, and closeness fosters more closeness, and kick-starts a positive feedback loop that only a spectacularly massive blunder could derail.  Poetry aside, this is his chance.  

And he doesn’t need any extra help, thank you very much, despite some particularly enthusiastic interference from his bloodhound of a sister.

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If his crush had shown any hint of displeasure, Michelangelo would have just taken the L and told the dare-er to munch sand.  But they’d lit up, positively beamed at him, and he believes it--despite the nagging little voice telling him that they’re lying, faking it to keep from embarrassing him in front of the others.

Of course Mikey goes for it, the comically-loud smack of lips echoing around the lair forcing a fit of giggles just inches away from his crush’s face.  His laughter is contagious, it always is, and when their foreheads bounce off each other it only adds more fuel to the fire.  He hardly remembers the next few minutes past the cackling and rolling around, and what must be the weak slapping of his crush’s open hand on his leg as they beg him to please, god, stop laughing before someone revisits dinner.

Even Casey’s uncharacteristic nosiness over the next few days fails to interrupt Mikey’s internal struggle over the kiss.  Sure, they didn’t mind kissing him, but that doesn’t mean they actively want to kiss him.  Big difference.  Thus, when Casey’s “work emergency” pulls him away from the movie night he’d invited the both of them to, it takes a good few minutes for Mikey to realize he’s been set up.

(Not that he particularly minds.)

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Only One God For Me

(Part 2 of Love Never Wins)

SUMMARY: After blowing up at him afyer weeks of hiding out you challenge Loki to hand to hand. Blowing up might have been the best thing, it could help you let off that frustration you had built up.

Characters: Nat, Clint, Thor, Loki, avengers on the side line.

(Loki x you, clint x you, Thor x you, Nat x you)

ANNOUNCEMENT: I didnt know how much part 1 was going to be but I am forever greatful in this amazing community! Thank you guys SO much! Check out my other stuff too if you like this. As always reblog, ask, comment, and like! After I finish up here I'll be back to writing for Fire and Ice. Thank you again so SO much for everything! 💚💚💚

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You and Nat were standing at one end of the training area as Loki walked in. You glanced up from Nat wrapping your hands and noticed he was wearing his normal traing gear. Plain leather black pants with a dark green Henley, his hands already wrapped.

"Focus, your getting distracted." She said yanking on one of the straps.

"Ow. I cant help it Nat, we went from cant keep our hands away from each other to literally fist fighting each other. Ya know this is normally frowned upon is normal society." You streched your fingers out and balled them back up streching out the gloves a little.

"Hunny, even in a perfect world were anything but normal. I mean for god sakes your fighting a literal god. You remember what I taught you. Right?" She asked looking almost terrified for me.

"Yes mother, I havent forgotten. This is gonna be a piece of cake." Inside you were freaking out. You normally was in a very high spot with your bow or normally trying to break into the computers. You wasnt normally in hand to hand combat, but you were smarter than to think you would never need it.

You turned shaking you head and putting the mouth piece in your mouth. Hitting you fist together jumping back and forth getting ready. Loki just stood there smirking. You was gonna smack that smirk off his face.

"Hey sis, Im not saying you cant beat him just be careful. He throws a nasty left hook." Clint said munching on some chips."Thanks, Hawk. Mind explaining why the rest of the team is here?" You mumbled around the mouth piece.

"Thor, definitely Thor." He said walking back to the small group that gathered.

"Sweetheart. Are we gonna fight or are you just gonna stand there chit chatting?" He called across the mat.

"I'm coming." You walked across the mat to the center. Someone hit a bell signaling for the fight to start and he jumped toward you. You dodged his first attemped and circled him slowly. You could read his every move, read where he was going next.

You took a defence stance that Nat had taught you from your training before he lunged again. This time you managed to upper cut him in the side knocking some of the wind from him.

"Oh you little minx. I figured I would take it easy on you but we can play your way also." This time he took a step back centering himself. Looking up you noticed he had a dangerous look in his eye.

"I didnt invite you here to take it easy on me, I invited you because you dont take anything serious. Because if someone like me can beat you in hand to hand then anyone can." You stepped closer to him gauging what move you was going to make next.

He dropped down to the mat attempting to sweep your legs out from under you, he missed one but caught the other causing you to fall. He jumped on top of you pinning your hands above your head. "Now this positions brings back memories." He whispered to you causing your face to turn bring red. You brought your leg up able to wrap it around his waist and slammed him back down to the mat gaining some advantage.

"This one also." He smirked. You raised your fist above you aiming for his face. Whem you brought it down he moved his head causing you to miss. It felt like forever that you were both on the mat neither one gaining aginst the other. A busted lip here a bloody nose there. When the bell rang for a break Nat was in your corner with Clint offering you some water and a rag ti wipe the blood off.

"Sis, I'm try in real hard not to grab an arrow and stabe him with it." Clint said from one side. You could see anger in his eyes.

"Hawk, its fine. Given the circumstance its all good. Its just training in a matter of speaking. Anger is mostly wunning but I got this. I was trained by the best. I'm not even tired." You took another drink of water before going back out to the mat.

"This is fun. I have never seen my brother trying harder to win anything in his life." Thor shouted across the room. "Lady y/n is quite good at sparing. We must fight sometime." Thor laughed.

A few more rounds when and you could feel the weight of the afternoon but you wasjt about to simply throw in the towel just yet. You knew you could get the best of him. You had thrown him back on the mat then he took his feet placing them on your chest shoving you off of him. Before you knew it you were surrounded by multipuls of him.

"Loki we agreed no sedair! This is cheating!" You yelled at them.

"God of Mischief and lies sweetheart. Besides we're in weird predicaments all the time. You said so yourself. Tell you what. You find the real me and I'll forfeit." One of the clones said. You stood up in the middle of them all focusing everything you had on concentrating, ignoring Clint yelling in the background and the rest of the group shouting.

You opened your eyes zeroing in on one closest to you and walked up to him.

"Are you sure your right about this decision?" It mocked.

"Yeah. I think I am." You brought the ball of yoyr fist up crashing it into Loki's nose. The rest of the clones disappered as he fell to his knees in front of you. "You are a complete and utter asshole Loki Odinson. I hope that it messes with you for a while that you got beat by a mortal." You started unwrapping your gloves as you walked away.

Over the next few weeks you avoided every living space in the tower that you knew he would be in. It had truly hurt you that he had cheated during the fight. You still couldnt understand how just months before you couldn't keep your hands off of each other now you were both avoiding each other like the plague.

"Miss y/n. Team has a mission. Tony wants everyone in the confrence room dressed and ready in 15 minutes." JARVIS called pausing your movie. With a roll of your eyes you walked to your bedroom to start getting ready. Pulling out your tight skinny jeans a black tank top and your zip up hoodie you French braided your hair and grabbed your bow case before heading down.

The rest of the team was gathered when you walked in and placed your case on the table opening it up to make sure everything was right. Streching out the strings and making sure the sights were spot on aiming them to the other side of the room where Loki stood.

"It would be more effecitve if you had an arrow." Clint whispered next to you.

"Shut up, I'm just making sure everything is right." You put it back down in the case and started going over your arrows.

"You realize we have a place you can put that when your not using it." Tony said walking around you.

"Right up your ass if you suggest that again." You laughed putting everything back up.

"Love the enthusiasm kid." Tony laughed walking to the front of the table.

"Ok Team, going to be a long few days for us. Just got some Intel about a caravan carrying some explosives across the Scandinavian border. Gonna have to divide into teams for this one. Hawk, Nat, Strange, Rodgers, Bruce, and Thor you'll be starting at the meeting point and working your way toward us. The rest is with me." Tony pulled a map up on the big screen showing where you wwre going.

"Oh come on, why cant I be with the A team?" You asked with a groan.

"Sorry kid, gotta divide it up right. One god for each, one Archer. Only fair. And even if you two hate each other you guys work good together." Tony shrugged.

"Yeah sorry kid." Clint laughed.

"Hey I'm a full three minutes older that you. Probably explains why I'm better. Whatever. I'll go pack my stuff." You huffed standing up.

The next two hours seems to drag by, it was freezing here. You was just ready to get this over with so that you could go back home and relax in a nice warm bath, you pulled your jacket tighter aginst you.

"I've told you many times that you should start wearing the uniform that they gave you. You'll freeze to death one day." Loki said taking off his cloak and putting it around your shoulders.

"Thanks, but I'm still pissed at you." You hugged it closer. "I hate the whole uniform thing. To tight to revealing."

Another few minutes pass before Tony gives everyone the heads up that your about to be over the caravan. Figuring you were warm enough you took the cloak off and handed it back to him. "You may still be pissed at me but I do still care very deeply for you y/n. I was an idiot for everything." He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders. When his fingers grazed yours there was a surge that went through you.

"Give me time. You really hurt me, not just by breaking up with me but by lying to me during training. Good luck out there God of Mischief."

"Tony, your gonna have to get lower i cant get a clear shot on the driver!" You yelled over the wind whipping around your face. About that time a diffrent arrow shot through gettkng the driver in the side causing the vehicle to completly stop.

"Gotta be faster than that sis. One for me." Clint laughed over the com.

"You are my least favorite person right now Hawk." You mumbled. Tony brought the Quinn Jet down so your team could spread out.

"That is truly saying something my dear." Lokis smooth voice said in your ear.

"You gave me your cloak to keep me warm. Gave you a fell points." You pulled back again and shot it through the truck behind the first hitting the driver in the head. "Got one, Hawk, your next."

"Can we cut the chatter. Got alot going on in the sky at the moment." Tony said. Youbcould here something firing above you looking up you could see Tony being followed by a jet firing at him. "Need some back up guys. Twins. Anyone."

"Hawk. I need a Boom Boom stick." You met him in the middle of the road.

"I really wish you wouldnt call them that." He said handing you one. You both pulled your bows back and aimed. "Heads or tails?"

"I like the tails." You let go of the sting and watched as the jet exploded.

"I think she can call them whatever she wants as long as she keeps doing a good job keeping bogies off my ass." Tony yelled over the coms.

"I hate this. I cant see shit down here." You yelled over to Clint. "I gotta get higher." You looked around eyeballing the turnes over truck. You threw the bow across your back and started climbing up the truck. Shots rang around you one grazing your side, before it had started it was like it stopped looking behind you you noticed Loki with his daggers in his hands.

"You need to pay more attention y/n." He scolded you.

"Why pay attention when I have someone keeping an eye out for me." You smiled.

"Oh darling Im doing more than just keeping an eye out." After everything that ass had done to you he was flirting FLIRTING with you.

"Y/N! No. More. Gods." Clint yelled. From here you could see everything going on. Nat fighting two men, you took one out easily from your spot. She shot you a thumbs up. Bruce had hulked out throwing things everywhere, multiple times you had to dodge something flying your way. The fight was almost over when you glanced behind you noticing four men backing Loki aginst a turned over car.

His hands were up as if in surrender. "Loki why arent you using your sedair?" You mumbled pulling the bow back.

"Well darling you could say that I am in on of those weird predicaments. I've exahusted alot of my power down here." His back was aginst the truck now.

"Could let him get beat up." Clint pipped in as you shot one of your last arrows though two of the guys standing there. You watched Loki easily take out the other two.

"Told you Hawk, I'm not like that." You smiled walking over to Loki. "Although you could use a little practice in hand to hand, dont you agree?"

"Only if your the one practicing with me he smailed down at you.

"Ugh! Y/n! No mo-" Clint started before you pulled the com from your ear.

"Only one God for me." You leaned up kissing Loki on the cheek.

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Asmodeus’s Captives

Prompt: Lucifer is being held captive by Asmodeus, weakened in magical drunken haze, and tortured by  the juiced up Prince of Hell. Yet, all that’s on his mind is finding you.

SpnLucifer x FemReader Warning: Some swears, body fluids and a little blood.

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"Blah, blah blah blah...I don't care, I don't care...where is she?" His voice croaks. He clears his throat and spits blood onto the floor.       

"Oh hang tight will ya, she's doin' mighty fine...and she'll stay that way... if you corporate"

Lucifer's gaze hangs on Asmodeus, although it was getting harder as his head bobbed up and down and wobbled to and fro. "I'm...I'm gonna-" Lucifer starts laughing as he swings his head back and falls into the back of the seat.

"-Uuuhhh...WHERE IS SHE?! He screams, his eyes flickering red while the lights flicker off and on in the cell.

He rolled his head back around and slumped over in his chair with a smile. His arms strained behind his back "...I'm gonna...heh- I'm gonna slaughter y-you highbred redneck."

Asmodeus, wipes the angel blade in his hand using a white cloth and moves over to a small wooden table next to Lucifer. He takes a vial of moving white essence and proceeds to pour it on the blade and then, drink the rest. Lucifer, watching this continues to laugh.

"Now...it would be best if you'd shut that mouth of yours." He admired the blade in the dim light of the cell room and turns to Lucifer with an angry scowl.

Lucifer gargles in response and spits at Asmodeus, the blood loogie hitting his chest and trailing down his white suit, which has survived the previous torture with care. Asmodeus scowled and snatches the white cloth up and dabs at the dripping red spit, and slams the cloth back down on the table.

"Now, you know this ain't no Arkansas toothpick." Asmodeus chuckles as he turns the blade in his hands admiring its craftsmanship. "Especially with the kick from you insane little brother.." Lucifer rolls his eyes,

"I don't care about him, where is (y/n)-'"

"-AND IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!! With all that nonsense..." He presses the tip against the side of Lucifer's stomach and Lucifer lets out a groan in response. "I'm gonna slice open this breadbasket of yours." He mutters as he presses the tip into his skin.

Lucifer lets out a pained yell and muttered curses as his blood seeps through his shirt. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck You and Oh. Fuck. You!" he hisses through his teeth as he jolts himself towards Asmodeus with a grimace.

"That's not very cordial of you." Asmodeus twists the blade further into his stomach and Lucifer growls through his teeth. His eyes flickering between red and blue. "What what do I expect...all rank and no class."

"Class my ass....besides that stick isn't gonna do much on me Asmodeus!" Lucifer laughs as he watches the white-suited prince slide the blade out of him, only for the wound to begin healing. "Even with that little  Archangel juice from my, annoyingly not dead, psycho brother Gabriel." He rolls his shoulders with a grin and straightens his posture, wobbling still.

"...And once this funny juice is all out of my system, I'm gonna kill ya. I'm gonna kill you and shove my fist down that Aristocracy assho-"

Asmodeus punches Lucifer and his head swings in the direction of the punch.

His blood flicking across the walls the floor and Asmodeus's face. Lucifer's blond hair, flicking in the wind and sticking up all over the place. Yet he only chuckled as his head hung down. He slowly tilted his head to Asmodeus, his red eyes staying in action this time.

"Where is she?" he drunkenly sings as the blood drips from his mouth. "Tell me Asmo, and I make you die a fraction less painful~"

Asmodeus scowled at the king and grabbed his matted dark blond hair, yanking it back as he positioned the tip of the blade over his jugular.

"I find it so cute that the almighty Lucifer has his own little strumpet..." Lucifer stopped laughing and blankly stared at the wall in which his head was being forced, his smile gone.

"Such a pretty little thing...poor girl. Stuck with the devil himself. Oh, I think once I'm through with you...and find that Lance of Micheal, making sure you're damned to the empty foreva'..." " I'll keep her company, she'll need a strong shoulder to cry on when her darling Lucifer is gone." He taps the blade's tip against Lucifer's neck and craned his head to look into the empty red eyes of his former King.

"Until I get bored that is, then after I'm done with her, I'll end her." Lucifer's jaw clenched and unclenched as he ground his teeth, trying to lock eyes with Asmodeus. "Maybe even...see how tasty that little soul of her's is."

The walls begin to swirl in Lucifer's vision, but the anger inside him prevents him from going out cold. His eyes keep their red glow as he tries to crane his head back to face the lowly prince but Asmodeus slams the hilt of the blade against his forehead whacking his head down.

Lucifer closes his eyes and tries to concentrate.

Yet, Asmodeus yanks Lucifer's head back up and lets him go, as his cell phone rings in his pocket.

He twirls the blade in his hand as his other takes the phone. He looks at the screen and wipes a strand of hair from his eye with the back of his bladed hand. "I'm gonna need to take this..." he holds the phone to his ear but gives Lucifer a glance before he walks to the door, opens it, and exists.

Lucifer's eyes flicker back to blue and he lets out an exhausted exhale.

"Come on Luci, feel that energy, that sweet sweet energy..." He mutters as spit and blood trails down his mouth. He closes his eyes and starts humming. "Come on....where are ya at..." he thinks to himself. Suddenly his mind's eyes show scattered images of a van, the inside...and your legs. Your legs chained together, your eyes covered. Your mouth gagged.

His eyes snap open and he starts hyperventilating. He then doubles over and proceeds to throw up clear liquid stained by his blood. The vomit spreads on the concrete floor and slides towards a drain in the middle of the room. He smacks his lips and lets out an eww as the taste in his mouth hits him. He then sits tall as if nothing had happened. He blinks and notices his vision getting clearer.

"Oh, wow. Better out than in is right..." He runs his tongue across his upper teeth and tries to puke again and sighs with the lack of success. "I feel like one of those bulimic teens." he sticks out his tongue and tries to get the taste out his mouth.

His attention snaps to the door as it unlocks and swings open.

"Now I'm gonna have to leave ya here to stew...when I get back, with Gabriel recaptured. I'll make sure we continue this little shindig of ours."

Lucifer nods as if what Asmodeus was saying was reasonable, "Alright then... but how about instead you piss off you Kentucky c-"

Asmodeus throws the blade into the Lucifer's upper chest and Lucifer lets out a pained shout and stamps his foot against the ground.

The door locks and Lucifer wince at the blade, feeling the throbbing pain ooze throughout his body. "Shake if off...shake it off..." he sings to himself as he bites hard on his lip and slumps against the back of his chair. A few minutes passed before Lucifer could power through the pain, the potion was wearing off and he started to feel his strength powering up his healing progress again.

He shook his head, " Wooo, alright. Stay on track Lucifer. Slaughter the Southern Slavemaster later. First find, my only reason for living, and only barrier from me not completely tearing this whole universe apart."

He looked at the hilt of the blade in his chest and tilts his head to the side, and within a second it flings out of his body, the hole healing itself instantly. His vision got foggy again and he felt like he was going to puke, but couldn't, instead a dribble of saliva dropped to the floor as he tried.

"I do my...haaiiir toss," he says in a pained but laughing tone as he shakes his head, swallowing back some bile in the process.

"Check my nails." He breaks apart the handcuffs that held him together, and they melted as they fell to the floor. He flexes his hand in front of him.

"Baby how you FEELIN?!'" He rocks himself up and snaps the cuffs on his ankles kicking them across the room rather dramatically as he spun around and faced his chair, shooting finger guns at it and blasting it into the wall. He holds his hands to the sides of his mouth and leans back shouting at the ceiling "Feeling good as Hell!" He sings as he gives his body a shake and smoothes out his shirt and flicks some dried blood off his pants.

Without looking he throws up his hand and the door behind him broke from its hinges and slammed into the nearest physical object. Which happened to be a strolling demon. He then let out a loud and rather monstrous shout and all the lights in the building exploded.

Leaving all who were inside, in pitch darkness. The only light coming from the glowing red eyes, that all who came across in this building, saw as the last thing in their after-lives.

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You're tied up on a blanket in the back of a van. Your senses dulled by the drugs used to make you compliant.

You hear a sound, a distant scream. A splatter. Another scream, seemingly so far away. Yet the air hits the side of your face. You cant see, its pitch dark. You hear a muffled voice as if underwater. Hands rush to take off what binds your hands and legs, although you can hardly feel them do so.

The wrap around your eyes reveals a foggy world and a foggy form. A man. He presses you into his chest. He smells of rust.

He presses his lips against your head and holds you against his chest. His arms, so warm, his chest. So damp. His voice repeating something over and over. His kiss sends tingles down your head.

You open your eyes and look at his face.

You try and wrap your arms around him, but you're weak. He presses his hands against the side of your face as he pulls back. A blinding light and suddenly all your senses rush back. Overwhelming you. 

You shut your eyes as your vision clears in an instant. The noise of his breathing accompanied by the words-

"-Yeah, there we go...hey...hey feeling better?" He whispers into your ear as he pulls you in and sits you on his lap as he leans his back against the hole he made.

You give him a nod and a few soft words and he shushes you.

Despite your feeling physically better. You're emotionally worn out.

"They really just gave you the perfect dose. Even an addict with a high tolerance would be right at pearly gates by now." He punches the side of the van, right through the metal, you jolt against his chest as he does this and you let out a distressed moan.

"Sorry...oooh sorry." He wraps his arms around you and rocks gently.

"I'm surprised...and relieved that you didn't die," he whispers as he smoothes his hand across the side of your face.

"You think they would be more careful considering who I am but no...yeah let's kill Lucifers sweetheart, see how that holds up once he realizes she's dead...idiots. At least leave some playing cards left in the deck to play."

He wipes the crust from the corner of your eyes and your runny nose with his sleeve.

Suddenly the air around you shifts and your hearing pop.

You slowly open your eyes and Lucifer is holding you back in the apartment you've been staying together in.

"I missed you...I missed you so much." his voice croaked as he said this.

"I- I can't, I won't let this happen again." he holds you tighter.

"But I'll personally deal with everyone involved with what happened...pinky promise.~"

[zorohezoro]

Parts 3-4: Sanity

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT CUNNILINGUS, SMACKING, PRAISE, DEGRADATION, SLIGHT ORGASM DENIAL

Summary: Matsumi finally gives in to her desires for one of the men she’s been fawning over these past 6 months.

You can find the full story here

Gojo x f!reader

AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE a short amount of time spent with Nanami, I had to leave. It was finally getting dark outside and I almost forgot I had plans to meet Gojo at the office for this so-called surprise. Nanami was sleeping peacefully on my lap and I hated to wake him up.

"Nanami....sweetheart I have to go. Let's get you into bed so your neck doesn't hurt from sleeping here on the sofa." I said. He groaned and clenched my thigh. "No stay," he said. I smiled to myself and slid from under him. He groaned a little more so I decided to let him stay. I made him comfortable with a few pillows and spread a blanket over him. I decided to leave him a note.

Nanami, I had to go but hopefully, we can do this again sometime. Don't you dare fall asleep on me :)

Xoxo, Sumi <3

As soon as I walked out of Nanami's, I got a sudden call from Gojo. "Hi sir, I'm on my way now! I'm just leaving Nanami's." I said. "Good girl. Feiten should be arriving as we speak. See you soon darling." Gojo replied. It was a short ride to the office. Feiten finally arrived and I popped open the back door and quickly got in. The tone in the car was quite different. There was a bottle of chardonnay and a note left by the single glass.

Matsumi, I hope you enjoyed your time with Nanami. Stop by your desk and change into what I’ve left for you and meet me on the helipad.

Kisses, Gojo

We finally arrived at the office and Feiten came around to open the door for me. "Thank you Feiten. Now tell me, do you know what Gojo-san has in store for me?" I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Now you know that I know Matsumi. However, I cant tell you. You know that I'd lose my job if Gojo-san found out, and of course, he knows everything." Feiten said. "Awww Feiten, not even for me?" I asked as I got out of the car. "Absolutely not Ms. Tanabe. Now hurry along before Gojo gets impatient." Feiten replied.

I sighed and headed towards the elevator, curious as to what Gojo possibly had in store for me. Especially since it sounded like he was going to use his helicopter. I finally arrived in the elevator and decided to scroll through my phone. I had a text from Nanami.

“Had so much fun with you gorgeous. Let’s do it again sometime.”

“I’d love that. Next week?”

By the time I finished texting Nanami back I was already on the top floor. I walked out of the elevator to find two boxes and a note on my desk.

The red one is for a different time. Don’t open it just yet, I’ll know if you do.

Xoxo, Gojo

He was acting differently than usual. I'm honestly surprised he doesn't have other plans tonight. He usually has some fling with a woman. Wouldn't expect anything less from well-known pretty-boy player Gojo Satoru. I opened the black box and noticed some red tissue paper inside. I quickly took it out only to see a black strapless dress. It paired well with the heels that I wore today. He noticed. Since no one was on the floor I quickly slipped out of my clothes and changed into the beautiful dress. I slipped back into my heels, put my clothes in the empty box, and headed towards the elevator to finally go up to the helipad.

The elevator doors slid back open and I saw Gojo standing there with a smug grin on his face. "Hey, gorgeous," Gojo said. "Hey? What is all this?" I questioned. "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Let's get dinner." "Gojo please, if you wanted to get dinner I could have met you at the restaurant, no need to take the helicopter," I said. "Yes but that's not what matters. All that matters is, you followed my instructions. Kitten, it's cute that you thought we were going to a restaurant. I think you should let me handle things from now on." He smirked

"Kitten" Working for a man of his stature definitely has its perks. He really knows his way with words. It's becoming harder and harder every day to keep this little secret feeling I have for Gojo inside.

"Well Gojo, lead the way. You know I'll always follow. Especially if you keep looking at me with those eyes of yours." I sighed. "Well Sumi, these eyes want to see you get into the helicopter," Gojo said. I darted a quick look at him and proceeded to get into the helicopter. He followed and placed his hand on the small of my back making sure I don't fall.

Don't worry, I wouldn't let it happen if I didn't want it to. I get that he's my boss but who doesn't love a spicy romance?

"Great view kitten. I can't help but think of what else I could see from behind." He said. I was finally settled in my seat and my cheeks flushed a bright pink. I seriously cannot with this man. Always making snide comments at my body shape. Not that I mind, he's always complimented me every chance he got.

Gojo

I watched her through my blindfold. Her cheeks were flushed. How cute. She makes me nervous. Yes, Sumi is my assistant, but I just can't help but think of the possibilities with her. The way her body moves when she's around me makes it seem like she has taken a liking to me, not just platonically. We finally settled into the helicopter and waited for lift-off.

"G-gojo, I have to ask you something," Sumi said. I could see that she was trying to hide her face. She was looking down at her legs. "Go ahead doll, I'm listening," I replied.

MINORS DNI

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, and if you have to f-fire me because of it I understand." She paused. "These past six months have been wonderful working with you every day. There would be no reason that I'd fire you, Kitten." She sighed. She looked up, wiping her clammy hands on the blanket she always kept in the helicopter. She was nervous, I could tell that whatever she had to say was a great deal based on how she's acting. I lifted my blindfold and grabbed her hand, she was slightly shaking. "Sumi, let's just wa-," I was interrupted. "N-no! If I don't say this now I won't ever say it. Satoru, being by your side every day for the past 6 months has made me feel whole. I know you're my boss and I know it's wrong but I just can't hold back thes-," I cut her off crashing my lips into hers just as we took off.

Her lips were soft, she tasted faintly of chardonnay and green tea mochi. We continued like this for a while, with her right here with me the view of Tokyo from above didn't matter. I felt her tongue glide across my bottom lip asking for entrance which I gladly gave. The intensity of just this one kiss made me forget about all of the other women I've ever been with. Her tongue intertwined with mine as we started battling for dominance. I couldn't let her win, I wrapped my hands around her tiny throat eager to take this further. She proceeded to wrap her arms around my neck never breaking the intense kiss. I roamed my free hand around her body lightly squeezing her thigh making my way under her dress. I reached just before her pussy and I could already feel the heat coming off begging me to touch it, I laughed slightly. She moaned into my mouth when I touched her inner thigh. I started kissing down her neck reaching her collarbone letting my hand rub small circles around her already swollen clit, her panties were soaked. Cute little moans escaped her pretty little mouth. I stopped.

Sumi looked up at me pouting. "Darling, we can continue this later. No need to pout." I smirked. She looked me up and down with lust in her eyes which made me want more. We finally landed at my home.  Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes were slightly watery.

"I hope so," Sumi replied, a slight smirk forming on the left side of her mouth.

Pt 4

Matsumi

WE FINALLY LANDED. Gojo broke the kiss which left me all hot and bothered. "Darling, we can continue this later. No need to pout." He smirked. My cheeks were still hot when he looked at me. "I hope so," I replied.

Gojo got up first. "Welcome to..." he paused looking at me for a second too long. It seemed like he was at a loss for words when he saw me get up. "My house." he finished.

"Satoru, did you catch a cold? I've been here before more times than I can count on all my fingers." He did seem like he was acting out of the ordinary. "Well kitten, I know that but you've only come as my assistant," Gojo replied.

"What more could I be?" I asked. "Doll, titles aren't necessary. Now, about your surprise. Follow me." He offered his hand for mine and I gladly accepted. He abruptly stopped. "Ah! Before we go inside, here Doll-face." He took off his blindfold and put it on my face. I never understood how he could see through this, I guess I never will. Under the blindfold, it was pitch black. "Gojo how do you see under this? It's pitch black but yet you wear it almost everywhere." I questioned.

"That is for me to know and you to hopefully never find out little one. Now stop asking questions and start obeying orders. Let's go." We walked a few meters, I heard the sound of Gojo's elevator open. "Watch your step doll, let's not ruin that pretty little face of yours," he said.

MINORS DNI

The elevator doors finally closed. The silence in this elevator was deafening. Gojo still had my right hand in his so I used my other to roam around his body since I couldn't see the other four senses were heightened. I felt his abs through his shirt and blushed immediately. "Like what you feel doll?" Gojo slightly laughed. "Yes actually, seems like you do too," I smirked

I felt his trousers tightening as I roamed my free hand around his body. He let go of my other hand shortly after which gave me the freedom to put my hand on the back of his neck. I stopped caressing his body and brought his face down to mine and started to kiss him. Shortly after I felt him lift me. I wrapped my legs around him, the next thing I know, I heard the emergency stop ring. This excited me. I kissed his neck biting slightly then moving up to his earlobe nibbling on it. He slapped my ass hard making me grind on his toned belly. He put me down and I started to remove the blindfold. "Don't take it off princess, if you want me to fuck you in this elevator you'll keep it on," Gojo whispered in my ear. I obeyed, a little scared of what he'd do otherwise.

GOJO

I stopped the elevator, eager to finally fuck Matsumi as I intended as part of her surprise. I can't fathom her doing this with any other man especially  Nanami Kento. When Kento told me he was developing feelings for Sumi, I knew I had to do something. "Don't take it off princess, if you want me to fuck you in this elevator, you'll keep it on," I whispered. I placed my hand around her waist and lifted her dress just above her ass with the other.

Her scent was intoxicating. The slight scent of peaches lingered on my nose as I got on my knees in front of her. I had my hands on the back of her thighs ready to rip her panties off this instant. I wasn't going to do that though. I want to tease her, make her beg me to fuck her. I caressed her thighs littering kisses all over. Her legs were already starting to give out. I slid her panties off and lifted her legs resting them on my shoulders. God even her pussy is pretty. I held her legs up and proceeded to slightly bite her inner thigh a little making her jump and let out a soft moan. "Don't be quiet for me princess, I want to hear all your pretty moans," I said, planting kisses between words.

MATSUMI

Gojo licked and sucked my inner thigh slightly biting it every so often making me jump. God, I just want him to devour me already. "P-please, more." I moaned slightly. "Not so fast little one, let daddy work his magic. You're already so wet for me, you're doing so good," he said.

My grip on reality slowly slipped, focusing on Gojo's touch was all I needed to worry about. I felt his hand on my stomach just above my pussy. His mouth was getting closer until I finally felt his tongue slide on my slit. Ahh yes. His tongue circled my clit making me jump. This was my first time feeling this aroused. I felt him slip a finger inside me, pumping his finger in and out at a steady pace while still sucking on my clit. Don't stop. I felt a ball forming in my stomach, knowing I was going to cum soon. Gojo added a second finger which made me moan even louder. I felt him curl them up towards my g-spot pumping them in and out faster and faster. I clenched around him signaling that I was right at my orgasm and he suddenly stopped. "W-why did you stop," I whined.

"Shut up. Get on your knees." Gojo said while lifting my legs off of his shoulders. I immediately got on my knees and waited for him to do something else. It sounded like he was unbuckling his pants. "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth slightly. Gojo laughed and I felt him grab my face "Don't play with me doll, wider." Gojo demanded. I did as he said. I didn't even get a chance to say anything before he shoved his dick down my throat bottoming out. "Your throat is so fucking tight babygirl. Stick your tongue out for me," he groaned. He started pumping in and out slowly letting me get used to his size in my throat. He slammed back into me causing me to cough and gag making my eyes water. He lifted the blindfold uncovering my eyes. "You look so fucking hot right now swallowing my dick like this princess," Gojo said. he kept pumping his dick inside my throat, I could feel his strokes start to get sloppy signaling that he was about to cum. He slammed into me one last time releasing his load in the back of my throat. "Swallow it slut." I did as he said. I opened my mouth showing him proof. "You're such a good little cumslut do you know that princess?" he said. I shook my head up and down. I slowly got up only to be picked up and pinned against the wall. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are Sumi?" Gojo asked. "Y-yes," I replied. "Yes what babygirl?" he grinned. "Use your words now, I know you're not shy the way you just swallowed my dick whole." he continued. "Y-yes daddy make me yours already." I stuttered.

He grabbed me by my throat. "That answer is fine for now because I want to fuck you so bad, do better next time." he grinned. My throat was let go and he quickly picked me up and positioned his dick at my entrance, rubbing it up and down making me whimper. "G-Gojo p-please." I moaned. "Please fuck me now." Those four words were all it took for him to slam his dick into me. Not giving me enough time to adjust to his size, he slammed into me again and again. It hurt so well. Ah yes, daddy make me cum! I was already on edge since he denied me twice already. "Don't cum until I tell you to okay princess?" he slowed down his thrusts to allow me to answer. "Yes, d-daddy." He kept going faster after I replied making me clench around him. I was already going to cum. Another ball formed in my stomach. The lewd sounds of my pussy filled the elevator as he continued slamming into me. My back arched in his arms as he hit my sweet spot again and again. He hasn't given me permission to cum yet but I can't hold back. I clench one last time making him slam into me once more which sent me over the edge. I came. "I'm sorr-" I was cut off my Gojo slapping me across my face while still slamming into me. I couldn't form words he continued to quicken his pace until I felt like I was on cloud nine. I continued to cum 3 more times, slapped twice more. I nuzzled into his neck, tears streaming down my face ruining my makeup. I was seeing stars. I could feel him slowing down his thrusts getting sloppy. He pulled out of me and got on his knees still holding me. "Open your mouth." I agreed. He quickly got up and stroked his dick a few times before shoving it in my throat one final time groaning as he was releasing his fluid in the back of my throat forcing me to swallow again.

"Good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up yeah?" Gojo said. I tried getting up but I couldn't feel my legs. I noticed he had a Cheshire-like grin on his face. He's enjoying this. "If you're going to stare can you at least help me get up since you did this?" I pouted.

"Of course. You just look so beautiful when you're freshly fucked. Just wait until I have you in a bed. You think you can't get up now?" Gojo laughed. He scooped me up again lifting me like I was a feather and pressed the button on the elevator. We finally reached his room and he undressed me fully and laid me on the bed while he filled up the bathtub. I was exhausted so I drifted off to sleep waiting for Gojo to finish and come get me.

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part eight.

masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

word count: 17.8k+

warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, clothed sex, choking, degradation, orgasm denial, cum facial, tae spits in your mouth, also jungkooks kind of a major dumbass and ya’ll gonna hate me ok goodbye, also some non sexy slut shaming :/

author’s note : nows a good time to mention that the song that made me start this story is clairvoyant by the story so far, just so ya’ll know lol also this is the last super long chapter...i think

Jungkook feels the headache before hes even fully awake, its a dull thud against his temple but its enough to get him to groan in discomfort. He cracks one of his eyes open slowly, confusion clouding his brain when a tangle of hair is the first thing he sees in front of him and he almost throws himself back, his half asleep mind assuming its some animal until he remembers its you.

His left hand comes up to rub at his face, his fingers pulling back and seeing the remnants of his halloween makeup staining the tips of them and thats when the memories of last night come rushing back to him. Flashes of you moaning underneath him going through his head and he feels his temple pulse at the thought. His gaze follows the mess of hair until it settles on your face, smushed against your pillow with the cutest pout on your lips and he smiles at the sight.

His fingers twitch, wanting to push back the hair that covered part of your face but he stops himself. His hand is caught in the air when you take a deep inhale, your lips puckering out as you start to wake up and his mind begins to panic.

It was the next morning, what did that mean exactly? Well fuck all if Jungkook knew, he’d never had casual sex with anyone let alone a friend. So when you come to and peek over to look at him with a small smile all he can do is wave his hand like an idiot.

You’re not fully awake yet, your eyes still burn from sleep and it feels like your head is stuck in a fishbowl, the small traces of a hangover starting to rise to the surface. As you raise a hand up to clutch at your temple your comforter shifts from its spot around your chest, the material slipping down until your boobs are exposed.

Your mind is too focused on the throbbing in your skull to realize your nipples are exposed to the chilly air in your room but Jungkook notices, his eyes zeroed in on them and he doesn’t know if he should look away out of respect or not.

“I think I could still be drunk.” You rasp out, your hand falling from the side of your head and landing limp in front of you. You make no moves to cover yourself up, Jungkook had already seen you in all your glory last night and you were absolutely shameless regardless. You sat up a little straighter and raised both arms up to stretch your sore muscles, the action jutting your chest out further and Jungkook wanted to cry. The simple action was enough to get his dick to twitch, a small sign of life that he was determined to ignore because he would not pop a boner at the sight of a nipple.

When you finally turned to actually look at him he realizes he actually hasn’t said a word, “Oh, I’m definitely not drunk. My heads killing me.”

You smile at that, taking in his beyond messy bed head and the way his cute lips look slightly chapped from the cold of last night. He watches as your eyes scan his face, trailing down his neck and seeing the faint petals of purple you left on his skin that he has yet to notice, going further down and seeing his sculpted abs that still looked glorious even as he was hunched over. Your comforter covered him from the hips down but you knew he was just as naked as you were and it excites you but you spare him, showing him some mercy and allowing the both of you to properly wake up.

His thighs tense up when you shift in bed, your palm resting on them as you navigate around him to get out of bed. Even though he’s trying his best not to his eyes are glued to your body, watching as your breasts jiggled when you hopped out of bed, the way your ass jutted out as you rummaged through your drawers and once you got clothes on he cant help but notice how perfectly the tiny sleeping shorts hug the curve of your hips until the hoodie you throw on covers them entirely.

He can hear you mumbling something out but his eyes are still stuck on your legs, remembering how soft your skin felt as his fingers clutched onto you. It’s not until he feels a cold wipe smack him in the chest that he looks up at you, seeing you standing at your desk with your hand on your hip and an incredulous look on your face.

“Earth to Jungkook.” You wave your other hand around in the air, a makeup remover flailing around in your grasp as you do so.

He peels off the cold wipe with a grimace, “Sorry.”

You just laugh, going back to wiping your face from last nights debauchery and he starts to do the same. “Do you want advil or anything for the headache?” That must be what you were asking him while he was in a trance.

“Please, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hangovers.” He crumples up the now dirty makeup wipe and sees the trashcan is nowhere near him and his clothes are currently on the floor beside your roommates bed. He’d have to get up and reveal his naked ass self to you in order to toss the wipe.

He gulps as he looks down at his covered thighs, not sure why he feels so much uncertainty. You basically fawned over his appearance last night, sure you were drunk but the way you kissed his thighs and cock made it very clear you liked what you saw.

In a burst of confidence Jungkook stands up, yanking the sheets off himself with a force that startles you for a moment as you’re untwisting the medicine bottle. You see him stand up from the bed and your eyes immediately dart to his dick because you’re only human. The taut muscles and vline that lead to it are still as beautiful as you remember and even though he’s soft it’s admittedly still one of the nicest dicks you’ve seen.

His thighs bulge out as he steps towards you, his movements coming off as casual which differs greatly from the small scream he currently hears in his head. Once he tosses the wipe away he spares a glance at you and sees you’re caught in the same trance he was in earlier.

A statement he made last night stuck with you, Jeon Jungkook has never had a blow job before. And unless drunk you conjured up fake memories, he said he wanted one next time. Was today next time, not technically, but it could be.

You have the two pills in your hand but you say nothing because holy fuck if you didn’t want to suck his dick and worship his thighs before you sure as hell do now.

You don’t even realize when Jungkook plucks the pills out of your grasp and swallows them and he’s starting to get a little self conscious at your attention until you speak up. “Hey Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He responds, taking a small step back so he can try to reach his briefs and cover himself up because he was once again the only one naked now.

You take a step towards him, setting the bottle back down as you look up to meet his gaze. “Can I do something?”

Your hands are fidgeting in front of you as you take yet another step towards him because you really want to reach out and touch him. “Anything.” He confesses, standing his ground and seeing the smile spread across your face.

Anything. Did he mean that?

“I really wanna suck your dick,” his mouth dries up at that, not expecting that to be what you say at all, “will you let me?” His head is nodding before he can even properly register the question.

Hell if you wanted to suck his dick he wasn’t going to say no. He’s pretty sure you could do literally whatever you wanted to him and he wouldn’t protest. Although he knows he should probably save himself from further confusion and ask you about last night before the two of you go at it again, hearing you confess to wanting to pleasure him invades his thoughts.

So when you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, your lips taste like the minty chapstick you just swiped on and even though his lips are a little cracked you still smile against them. Gently you start to lead him backwards towards your bed, your tongue slowly licking its way into his mouth and when he lets out a small groan at the feeling of it you can only kiss him harder.

Jungkooks hands have slipped underneath your hoodie, his fingers cautiously tracing up and down your waist, the feeling making you sigh into his mouth as goosebumps rise up on your flesh. When his hands get bolder and dance their way up your torso, his thumbs finding your nipples and giving them soft flicks you moan out, your teeth coming down to tug his bottom lip.

You feel his dick harden at that, the length of it pressing against your thigh, every groan and whimper you get out of him the harder he gets until he’s fully erect. You both pull back, Jungkooks half lidded eyes looking at you and seeing the desire in your own as you look down and see his throbbing cock.

It bobs up slightly as he catches his breath, the tip of it leaking precum, looking exactly like the meal you want to devour. Your hands fall from their place around his neck, coming down to touch his chest as you look back up at him, “Do you want to stand?” Deep down you hoped he did, it’d make it easier from him to thrust into your mouth standing up but you weren’t trying to push it.

Jungkook stands there for a moment, his mind playing out what would be best until he decides that standing would be and when he sees the way your eyes light up he knows he picked right.

You give him another smile that helps make him feel at ease, your lips coming back to kiss him and he falls into it easily. He follows the rhythm, feeling one hand trail from his chest down to his hips until its wrapping around his length, your fingers starting a gentle tug that matches your kisses.

He sighs into your mouth, his body relaxing into your touch as your hand slides up to his tip, your fingers gathering up as much of his precum as you could to help the glide. When your hands repeat the motion a third time, your thumb slightly dipping into his slit he bows forward, his mouth detaching from yours to gasp lightly.

“Tell me what feels good okay?” You mumble out, your lips pecking his jaw and neck. His jaw is still slack as you continue to jerk his cock while you make your way down his body, landing snuggly on your knees in front of him.

Your left hand stays wrapped around his base as you lean forward and give his tip a soft kiss, licking the small traces of precum on your lips and he groans at the visual. Jungkook isn’t sure he’s gonna last long at all from this but he can’t find it in himself to care. You were kneeling in front of him looking like the poster child of innocence with an oversized hoodie and messy hair, a smile on your face as you gave his cock an experimental lick, if he was gonna cum in a minute he wanted to remember this visual forever.

You continue to softly lick and kiss his length, easing him into the feeling and slightly enjoying the teasing but you’d never tell him that. When you finally pop the tip of him in your mouth he curses above you, your lips wrapping around him and suckling on his engorged tip, licking up the beads of precum that leak out of him at the action.

“You’re not telling me what feels good Kookie.” You scold him, pulling him out of your mouth to look up at him.

His hand is raking through his hair as he looks down at you, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip until your slipping him back in your mouth. Swallowing him deeper than before, hallowing out your cheeks as you pull back.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his hand coming down to softly pull back the hair thats falling around your face, “t–that feels good Y/N.”

You hum at the praise, happy to hear him being vocal. His fingers are gently rubbing your scalp, raking back the fallen strands as you suck his dick and its cute.

Jungkooks hands freeze in your hair when he feels the tip of his dick nudge your throat, the muscles spasming slightly at the intrusion and he groans, the fingers that were gently massaging you now clutch your strands tightly when you swallow around him.

He can’t believe he’s never experienced this before, the slippery warmth wrapping around him, the slurping sounds you emit every time you pull back, the gentle kitten licks you ghost around his length, its all too much for him to focus on. His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to reel it all in, wanting to savor this moment before it was gone.

You pull back with a pop, grinning at the sight of his dick shining with your saliva, your hands wrapping around him, twisting your way to the top before gliding back down smoothly. Jungkook cracks his eyes open at the change in feeling, attempting to give you a shy smile when he sees you looking up at him, your lips coated in a sheen of your spit, but when you start to trail kisses down his base until your lips latch on to his balls and gently suck he feels himself tense up as a moan leaves him.

“Holy shit.” He whispers, his teeth coming down to bite his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with you while the sound of your hands jerking him fill the room.

“You like that?” You ask, attaching your lips back to give them another suck, your tongue swirling around them. A small smirk is on your face when you pull back again, seeing him nodding his head at your question.

“Yeah,” he takes a shaky inhale of breath, “want your lips around my cock more though.”

That takes you off guard, not expecting him to say that of all things, but if he wants to feel you choking on his dick then thats what he’ll get. His lips quirk up into a smile when he sees you laugh, resting back onto your thighs with your hands still around his cock, your eyes crinkling as you shake your head.

“Whatever you want Kookie.” Your left hand goes to clasp his thigh as you bring him back into your mouth, the weight of his cock resting on your tongue as you sink back down. Jungkooks head drops back at the sensation, his stomach tightening when you resume bobbing on his length.

He can feel the small sense of desperation creeping up on him, his mind starting to get hazy as the pleasure blurred together and thats when he gives his first thrust into your mouth. It was accidental, the intrusion catching you by surprise and making you choke around his length. He whips his head back down to make sure you’re okay but when hum around him, your hands on his thigh rubbing soft circles he gives another experimental thrust.

Jungkook groans when he sees your body relax, your jaw easing up as you drop the hand that was around the base of his cock, eager to let him fuck your mouth. He starts slow, shallowly pulling out inch by inch and gliding back in smoothly, his hand going back to wrap around your hair to help him control his thrusts.

“Is this okay?” His voice is strained as he tries to keep himself from abusing your mouth. You refuse to pull back to give him an answer, instead the hand on his thigh trails up to his hip, urging him to go as fast as he wanted, a muffled out hum of approval vibrating around his dick and its good enough for him.

The grip in your hair tightens up as he lets himself lose control, his hips rearing back before thrusting forward. He was enjoying the wet sounds of you gagging on his length, the look on your face as you tried your best to take it spurred him on. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your eyes watered up, he would think you weren’t enjoying yourself too if it weren’t for the moans you’d let out in unison with his.

“Fuck nngh,” he grunts out when he notices your legs are spread apart with your hand in between them as you rub yourself over your shorts, “you’re gonna–shit–ruin me.”

He’s getting more vocal now, not being able to hold back his whines and moans as he nears his release. Desperation suits him, his face looking utterly fucked out thanks to you. You feel his thighs tense up under your grasp, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he’s cumming with the breathiest moan you’ve ever heard. The hand on your head pushes you forward until your nose is pressed against his abs, his head thrown back in pleasure.

You feel his hot cum fill your mouth as he thrusts a few more times and you try your best to swallow it all while he’s still in your mouth. He sighs deeply when he pulls out, a string of cum and saliva spreading between his cock and your mouth and he knows he’ll never get over that sight. More so when he realized you’re still trying to get yourself off in front of him, your face screwing up in pleasure when you feel yourself nearing the edge.

You lean forward, letting your head rest on his hip as you rock into your hand, small moans leaving your mouth and Jungkook swears he could cum again from seeing you like this. Your breath fans out and he shivers when he feels it hit his skin, your left hand clutching onto his thigh so hard he feels your nails dig into his skin but he can only stare at you with his jaw slacked. Hearing your moan raise in pitch until you’re cumming too, your hips stuttering and your lips dragging down his hips as you come down.

Jungkook rubs your head soothingly as you slump onto the ground, still leaning against his body while your limbs feel warm and tingly.

“I bet this is the best start to any day you’ve ever had.” Your head lifts off of him and you’re staring at him with the biggest smile as if you hadn’t just choked on his dick and successfully ruined him for anyone else.

He laughs, continuing to rake his fingers through your hair but his stomach twists when reality sinks in for him. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his fuck buddy, this wasn’t going to become a thing you two would do. He knew from the very start that you didn’t want a relationship, you were helping him learn the ropes for casual sex for crying out loud. But Jungkook can’t control his feelings, as much as he tried to stop himself from having a crush on you he’s scared it was too late.

That stupid seed had been planted, the roots burrowed too deep into his chest for him to ignore it, and seeing you smiley and giddy in front of him just makes him want to water and nurture it instead of ripping it out.

“I think my hangovers gone.” He mumbles out, his hands accepting the clothes you hand him.

You laugh loudly at that, going back to your own drawers to once again change since your underwear and shorts were ruined. “Really? Is that the cure then?”

He shimmies into his briefs, staring at the costume he wore last night and dreading putting it back on. Something about wearing a halloween costume in the daytime on the first day of November felt wrong.

“Definitely.” He said wholeheartedly, a wide grin spreading on his face as he turned to see you rubbing your face from any traces of cum that leaked out of your mouth.

“You think its just an orgasm that cures it or does it have to be a blowjob?”

He pauses as he gets his pants up his legs, thinking the question over, “No, has to be a blowjob.”

That just makes you laugh harder, turning back to face him and seeing him in the process of zipping up his tracksuit top, looking like a very disheveled version of last night. His hands pat the pockets of his pants, fishing out his phone and seeing the influx of texts his friends had sent him.

He was actually supposed to hang out with them last night, he was only meant to go to Taemin’s party for a few hours before meeting up with his friends at another party but obviously that never happened.

He opens up the group chat they have and see that last text came from Mingyu at 2:37am, simply saying I swear to god Jungkook you better be dead in a ditch or arrested.

He cringes as he scrolls up through the thread of messages, all of his friends calling him out for being a flake and even a group photo of them all flipping him off.

His eyes glance at the top of the screen to see its currently 10:44am, not too late in the morning so hopefully he could save his ass from being chewed out by then if he explains himself now. You watch him stare at his phone in concentration, his eyes flying across his screen as he typed out a response.

Jungkook 10:44am : I have a good explanation.

It was only a few seconds before his phone vibrated from the onslaught of messages.

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh look whos NOT dead

Mingyu 10:45am : the fucking audacity

Bambam 10:45am : well lets hear it then

Mingyu 10:45am : wait lemme guess

Mingyu 10:45am : you got drunk and rubbed one out in the shower thinking of Y/N again?

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh shit LOL

He just blinks at his phone before locking it entirely, the fucking nerve of Mingyu bringing up something he told him in confidence. He wasn’t gonna open that can of worms and have a conversation about you while you stood a few feet in front of him.

“Everything okay?”

His eyes shift up to look at you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and nodding at you. “Yeah, friends just thought I died or something.”

“Oh,” you laugh for a second before your eyes widen again, “oh!” You search your room for your phone, spotting it on the floor besides your leotard from last night. When you unlock it you’re met with the same visual Jungkook had, influx of messages from your friends this morning worried about your safety, asking you if you had seen Jungkook with the final text coming from Park Jimin calling you a dirty whore with a stupid emoji tacked to the end of it.

“Same here.”

And thats when a weird silence settles between you two, both of you stood in front of the other and Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck to say. His mind wants to ask you about last night and this morning but he doesn’t want to say something he shouldn’t, assume anything he shouldn’t.

His phone vibrates once again and he reluctantly pulls it out, his lips pressing together when he sees its Taehyung texting him. A simple question asking him where he’s at, Jungkook doesn’t know why that fills him with guilt again, he knows you’re free to do what you want and so is he but he still feels bad.

So when you ask him if he wants to join you for breakfast, a hopeful gleam in your eyes because you’re wanting to continue spending time with him and know he probably wants to talk about last night, he does the dumbest thing he could do. He turns you down, his throat tightening up as he does so, his eyes not missing the look of hurt that flashes across your face so briefly.

“Sorry, my friends want to get together to eat right now too.” He lies through his teeth, scrambling for an excuse because he doesn’t want you to think he’s turning you down because of you.

“Oh, okay that’s fine.” Your smile has dimmed down, no longer reaching your eyes as you step back slightly. You start to tidy up your room, stepping around him to fix your bed up and gather your clothes off the floor and Jungkook feels like a dick, especially when he can see you’re trying your best not to look him in the face as you cleaned up.

He’s about to speak up again to try to make things okay but you beat him to it, “I’ll see you around then?” You’re stood near the door now, your arms crossed over your chest with your lips pressed together. An open invitation for him to get out.

Jungkook nods softly, his eyes trying to tell you everything he’s too much of a pussy to say but unfortunately he’s not telepathic so he just gives you a small sound of confirmation, attempting to give you a hug before he steps out but you barely return it.

He doesn’t miss the slam of the door behind him and he can’t stop but think that this is the second time he’s had a door slammed on him in the span of a few weeks. Way to go Jungkook.

You force yourself not to feel a certain way once he’s gone, your mind trying to be rational of the situation. Jungkook was shy, inexperienced and has never been in a situation like this. Had you been a one night stand from a club then you two parting ways the morning after like this would be the norm, expected, not something you’d dwell on.

But Jungkook was your friend, someone you’ve gotten closer to these past few weeks so you were hoping he wouldn’t give you a half assed excuse to not getting breakfast together. It kinda made you feel a little used.

If you hadn’t let Yoongi and Jimin’s words get to you maybe you wouldn’t have been expecting Jungkook to admit to anything regarding feelings, hell a simple this was nice, thanks, would have sufficed. Thats why you invited him out, not wanting to talk to him about this in the middle of your bedroom after giving him another orgasm, but that was fine.

You reach for your phone again, ignoring everyones messages until you reach Jimin’s, responding to his text with an invitation for breakfast.

He was never one to turn down food so thats how you found yourself snuggled into a booth in a restaurant by his apartment, a big plate full of eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes in front of you.

“So how long are you expecting me to pretend like I don’t know you fucked Jungkook last night.” Jimin asks, his fork stabbing into some of his own eggs casually, popping them into his mouth with a smirk when his eyes meet yours across the table.

You blank, mid chew as you stare at him, “What do you mean?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, squeezing an unhealthy amount of ketchup onto his hash browns, “C’mon, you two totally left together last night and now you’re acting hella weird so I’m assuming something happened.”

He watches you push your eggs around the plate, your tongue prodding your cheek out in thought. Him and Taehyung had been the only ones aware that you and Jungkook had disappeared, the rest of your group being way too inebriated to even notice until this morning. Taehyung had mentioned Jungkook having other plans after the party but Jimin wasn’t stupid, he knew you two had snuck out together and with the nervous way you’re currently behaving he knows the morning after didn’t go as expected.

“Who knows?”

An odd look is thrown your way, “The fuck? Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t!” You retort, clearing your throat slightly when you realize your volume. Jimin grins at your outburst, his eyes squinting when he sees you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just I don’t want to hear it from anyone.”

He hums softly, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow sits on the table, “Anyone as in Taehyung?”

You drop your fork onto the plate, you’re not going to be able to eat your food until this conversation passes. “Not just Taehyung, Yoongi too.”

Jimin takes a sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying you being in the hot seat as he teases you. “Trouble in paradise?”

Taehyung had been very vocal while hammered last night, rambling on and on about how he was going to miss you, thanks to the way you had treated him as well as the subtle way Yoongi and even Hoseok had hinted at him that this wouldn’t last forever.

If Jimin didn’t know you he would assume Taehyung was mourning the loss of a friend who died or moved far away but no, this was Taehyung, he was mourning the loss of potentially no longer being able to fuck you.

Jimin had just pat his back and tipped his cup up higher to continue to drink to get him to stop moping around. Jimin had been expecting this to happen, when you two first started sleeping together it had been random, when you were stressed or both of you hammered but then it morphed into something more constant. And as much as sober Taehyung swore up and down that he didn’t feel a certain way, desperately trying to convince himself and everyone else, once he was a few shots in his tune changed drastically. Jimin had witnessed Taehyung relying on you and only you for pleasure and that would have been fine until Jungkook came along.

He knew the second you met the freshman he had you charmed, it may have been deep under the surface but he could see it creeping up slowly more and more every time you two hung out. It wasn’t until the bonfire that Jimin knew his assumptions were correct, seeing you two snuggled up watching movies and teasing each other until Jungkook’s whole face was red. But Jimin also knew you and just because you were charmed didn’t mean anything which is why he’s having a hard time trying to find a proper way to respond.

“Theres no paradise Jimin.” You scoff, slumping against the booth and sliding down an inch. “Taehyung and I sleep together because its convenient–“

He didn’t believe you in the slightest but he’d entertain it. “So then are you moving on to sleeping with Jungkook because it’s more convenient?”

“No, I’m not because he couldn’t get out of my room fast enough after I gave him a blowjob this morning.” You snap back, letting yourself crack a smile even though you were lowkey hurt when Jimin chokes on his coffee. The dark liquid drips out of his mouth, his ring clad fingers wiping it away before it drips down his neck.

“Woah what?”

You let out a pathetic cry, pushing your food away from you and letting your head land with a thud against the table, your mind replaying the events of this morning and you whimper again.

“Was the blowjob that bad?” He whispers across the table, leaning over and shielding his mouth with his hand. He jolts back when you whip your head up so fast your hair smacks him in the face.

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know my general ratings for blowjobs are a 9.5.”

Jimin tilts his head at that, watching you go back to stabbing at your pancakes. “9.5, why not a 10?”

“My gag reflex acts up sometimes.” You shrug before waving your arms around, “That’s besides the point. Yes me and Jungkook hooked up and it was nice and I thought when I woke up this morning everything would be fine and dandy and well normal.”

You pause to drink water, the pancakes getting stuck in your throat due to you not properly chewing them in order to explain yourself. “But clearly that didn’t happen and next thing I know he’s fucking my face and instead of him doing what I thought he was gonna do and ask me what it all meant he left my room without even saying anything.”

At that Jimin slumps back, a whistle leaving his pursed lips as his hands cup his coffee mug. “I mean, maybe he just didn’t know how to approach it? Like honestly what would you have said if he confessed he loved you or something or if he said this was all a mistake, even him suggesting you two keep it casual. Would you have a response for any of that?”

Honestly no, you wouldn’t. Because sleeping with Jungkook was never in your head until recently. Sure you had a teeny tiny crush on him but you acquired crushes on people easily, lingering for a few days max before it fizzled away.

You always assumed it would go away once he found someone to be with. You blame the alcohol, one hundred percent. If you hadn’t drank that much you would’ve been able to continue your life blissfully unaware to how beautiful Jungkooks cock felt inside you. But no, now you were simping.

When you shake your head in response Jimin raises his hand to gesture at you, “See, you need time to digest this and so does he. Relax okay?”

You mumble out an okay, going back to eating your food while Jimin swerves the conversation into something more light hearted. But even while he talks about his new found romance with Chaeyoung, the mayhem that happened after you left the party last night, and him still needing you to be his plus one to his parents event this month because he couldn’t put Chaeyoung through that, your mind was only half tuned in.

The rest of the day doesn’t go any better for Jungkook, he had managed to get into his room and change without running into Taehyung. His friends had successfully roasted his ass over a meal and left Jungkook feeling even more confused than he was before.

When he let them know that you and him had actually slept together and you had given him head that morning he was met with praise from all of them. It wasn’t until he started to speak about feelings and how to go about telling you that he had them that the opinions split. Eunwoo telling him to be honest with you and encouraging him while Mingyu had shouted at Eunwoo, asking him if he smoked crack for suggesting that, Bambam just wincing at Jungkooks confession.

Then came the stories, how they all knew someone who knew someone who knew you or Taehyung, knew of you two and the small reputation your group had. All very familiar stories that Jungkook had heard very early on and when he voiced out that he knew this because he was actually friends with you and your group, it didn’t earn a change of tone from his friends, in fact that only spurred them on.

Bambam mentioning how his roommate Yugyeom partied with Taehyung often and witnessed first hand how shameless you and Taehyung were. And its not until Eunwoo, the only one who had been somewhat encouraging, started telling a story of how he had walked in on you and Taehyung in the bathroom of a party the first week of class that Jungkook rose his hand up to shut them all up.

They were right, he was dumb to think that you sleeping with him and sucking him off meant anything more to you than sexual gratification. You were both drunk and horny and Jungkook had slipped up and confessed his want for you, thats what spurred this on. Had he not said anything you probably would’ve snuck off into a room with Taehyung like you always seemed to do.

“I’d just let it go Kook.” Mingyu spoke up, watching his friends face crumble a bit. Jungkook could only nod, accepting it.

It’s not until the following Tuesday that you see Jungkook. He’s sat in his usual seat in class, near the front with his current essay on his desk as he skimmed it. You’re sat in the back with a small scowl on your face, your fingernails scraping the already chipped table as you stare at the back of his head.

The half blonde half red hair was gone, his usual dark brown color was back and as much as you wanted to compliment him on it you felt like you couldn’t. Jungkook had successfully blown you off, leaving texts unanswered or responding so dryly with no room to continue the conversation and you couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

How things changed so quickly between Halloween and now. All of this just because you two had slept together. You wished he could just talk to you, tell you anything. Fuck even if his reason for ignoring you was that the sex was so bad you’d rather have him tell you that so you two could get over it. But no, Jungkook took it upon himself to act like the friendship you two had blossomed was nothing now.

“You good girl?” Jackson speaks up beside you, his eyes watching you glare down at the younger student.

You sigh deeply turning to face the literary arts major with a fake smile plastered on your face and he just laughs at your failed attempt of looking normal. “Peachy.”

“Could’ve fooled me, looks like you got it out for that freshman. Need me to set him straight?”

He watches you shake your head, your face softening up, your eyes glancing back down to Jungkook once more before looking at Jackson again, “No, just haven’t had a good day so I’m stuck in my head.” You shrug, capping the pen on your desk, “You just caught me daydreaming while staring at him.”

Jackson can only hum, not believing you but honestly not caring enough to push it. Instead he pulls out the recent essay your class had been assigned, handing it over to you and asking you to proof it. So while you two swap papers, giggling in the back of the class as Jackson jokingly critiques your work, Jungkook just sits with his jaw clenched as he tries to block out the sounds of your laughter. He knows its his fault you two haven’t spoken but he can’t get himself to do anything about it.

The minute class is dismissed Jungkook shoves his coursework into his bag and is out of there before you can even get up from your seat. Watching him bolt out of class instead of waiting for you like he usually does is what does it for you, your heart freezing up as you accept that things aren’t gonna be the same.

The first time you feel like you can breathe all week is Friday night, you and your friends doing what you did best. Hoseok had gotten word from a classmate of a party happening and it didn’t take much convincing until all of you were stood inside a random house while throwing back drinks.

Jimin watches as you fill up your shot glass before you fully swallow the one you just took. His hand comes to press on the edge of the cup, stopping you from putting it against your lip, “Slow down.”

Even though he speaks softly you glare at him, navigating your shot glass from under his fingers and turning your head to throw it back. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You grimace, the back of your hand wiping your mouth as you place the glass down behind you.

Jimin raises his hands up in surrender, not being a fan of being on your bad side, but his eyes stay trained on you to make sure you’re fine.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon asks as he pours sprite into his cup, his eyes looking up to meet Taehyung’s whos stood at the end of the island, his own drink held in his hand.

Tae takes a small sip, his eyes quickly flicking over to you while his gaze is covered by the cup, “Couldn’t make it, plans with his friends.”

Namjoon winces, his hand clutching his chest as he laughs, “Ouch, I thought we were his friends.”

Yoongi hears the snort you let out at his words, your eyes rolling as you push off the counter you were resting on, grabbing a cup for yourself and pouring vodka into half of it following it up with lemonade. You just raise the cup up into the air to announce your departure before you’re walking out of the kitchen and into the stuffy living room to try to dance.

It’s after a few drinks that you feel the warm buzz settle into your blood, the bass of the current music pumping so loud you could feel it in your chest. The living room is crammed and you’re sweaty but you feel when someone slides behind you.

Their hands skim up your exposed thighs, past the hem of your skirt until their large hands are gently grasping your waist, swaying your body in time with theirs. When you let your back rest against their chest you know its Taehyung, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

“You okay Y/N?” He murmurs into your ear, letting you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, feeling you move your hips against his with more purpose now.

“Of course I am.” Your eyes are shut, your head falling back slightly against him, a small smile on your face now that you had alcohol in your system.

Taehyung doesn’t believe you, he’s seen the way you’ve been acting all week, how you couldn’t seem to throw back drinks fast enough tonight, determined to get drunk as quickly as possible. The way you were acting was very much the way you always act when you’re stressed, slightly self destructive under the guise of having fun.

He bites his lip in thought, not sure if he should call you out on the lie or just help you forget like he always does, but when he feels your hand fall from around his neck, your fingers trailing up his thigh behind you he can see you’ve made your own mind up.

His eyes shut when your hands come up to palm him over his jeans, your body whirling around in his grasp, your lips slotting between his so fast he’s surprised he reacts quick enough. Kissing you back with the same urgency you have, a groan being passed from his mouth to yours when you tangle your hands in his hair and tug. Taehyung can feel his cock harden in his jeans, the smirk your press against his lips lets him know you feel it too.

Taehyungs hand grips yours, not thinking twice as he tugs you behind him, the both of you sliding out between the packed bodies as he leads you down the hallway. He groans in frustration when every door he tries is locked, the two of you about to give up until the last door opens up with a click.

He turns to look at you, his blonde hair pushed back and his eyebrows wiggling at you jokingly and only when you laugh does he smile back, tugging you into the dimly lit room and locking the door behind you.

Its the houses master bedroom and you’re surprised out of all the rooms this one isn’t locked. Theres a giant bed in the middle, the lamps on the nightstands beside it being the only source of light.

Taehyung snaps you out of your observation, his hands gripping your shoulders and shoving your back against the door with a small laugh, seeing the tipsy smile on your face as you felt the bass reverberating against the door.

He dips his head down to attach your lips again, relishing in the feeling of your mouth opening up to let his tongue slide in, the small moan you let out and the way your hands reach forward to tug him closer by his belt loops only makes him kiss your harder.

He slips his thigh in between your legs, angling it up to press against your center and feeling more blood rush to his cock when you start to grind down on it with desperation. Your head falls back, hitting the door with a thud but you don’t register the pain, not with the pleasure you feel, especially when Taehyung starts to kiss your neck, softly biting the tender skin and sucking at it until its bruised.

You’re rutting on him faster and if you were more sober you’d be embarrassed at how desperate you were acting but Taehyung loved it, he loved watching you like this, how you couldn’t seem to get enough.

Its when you start whimpering that he pulls away, seeing your face screwed up with a pout on your lips. The friction of his jeans on your clothed pussy felt nice but it wasn’t enough, not when you had Taehyung right in front of you, someone you knew was more than capable of giving you the release you’re searching for.

“Does baby wanna cum?” He coos, his hand gently brushing the hair off your face.

You just nod your head, grabbing his other hand and trailing it down your body until you reach the hem of your skirt, another inch up and his fingers meet the wet fabric of your underwear and he groans deep in his throat at the feeling of how wet you are.

“Please.” You whisper out, brushing your lips against his as you talk. He doesn’t get a chance to respond when he feels your fingers start to work on the buttons on his jeans, your nimble fingers yanking open the gold buttons and pulling his zipper down before your tugging them down enough so you’re able to pull him out of his underwear.

Your small hand wraps around him, giving him a teasing tug and smirking when you see his eyebrows raise up to try to pretend he’s unfazed, but you know him too well.

“Whatever you want baby.” His hands wrap under the hem of your skirt, yanking it up until the fabric bunches around your hips, showing him the cute pink underwear that he can’t wait to ruin further. His finger hooks into the material, tugging the crotch of your underwear to the side and letting you lead his cock to your dripping entrance.

Just as he raises your leg to wrap around his waist you stop him with a gasp as you suddenly remember something.

“Condom.” You breathe out and he falters, not sure if his drunk mind heard you correctly. His hand drops your leg and he steps back from you slowly, letting you slump against the door.

“Huh?” He pouts at you, “Wait why?”

You huff the hair out of your face as you stare at him, the tunnel vision you had slowly fading away as the initial lust started to simmer down now that he was at arms length.

He watches you catch your breath, your swollen lips trying to form a sentence, his eyes look past you to focus on the light switch by your head and you see when the realization hits him. His jaw ticks out when his eyes meet yours again and you don’t know why but it fills you with nerves. “You–“ he pauses and smiles, “you fucked someone else?”

You straighten up against the door, the action making your skirt slide down your legs again. He takes a small step towards you, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him, the half smirk remaining on his face but his eyes look cold. His fingers dig into your skin, his head tilting slightly, “I asked you a question baby girl.”

Taehyung watches as you gulp nervously, your lips pursing together, “Yes.”

That answer doesn’t satisfy him, his eyes narrowing down at you, “Yes, what?”

He doesn’t miss when you roll your eyes, yanking your head out of his grasp, “Yes, I fucked someone.”

The laugh that leaves him fills the empty room up, the muffled bass of the music becoming background noise when the room once again falls quiet. His heads thrown back, his neck fully exposed as he smiles at the ceiling before looking back at you, the small smile still on his face.

“When?” His face inches closer to yours, his hand coming back up, this time to gently rest on the side of your neck, the back of his fingers gently rubbing your skin as he nudges his nose into yours with his eyes half lidded.

Your breath stutters at the question, not wanting to be reminded of that night again, and he feels it fan against his face, “A few days ago.” The reply is so quiet he barely hears it, a small squeak that just reaches his ears but he’s humming in confirmation, his four fingers cupping your neck as his thumb traces the underside of your jaw.

“And you let them fuck you without a condom?”

When you just nod he laughs again, letting his forehead rests against yours for a second, “Wow,” he pulls his face back again to really look at you, his right hand coming back between your legs, his hand gently slapping your pussy and you jump at the unexpected feeling, “you dirty girl.”

You whimper when he pulls his hand away, his left hand coming to fully grip your throat, his thumb pressing down gently on your neck, “Do you deserve to get fucked now?” He asks lowly, smiling when your face twists up at the implication of not getting your release tonight, your thighs coming together to try to relieve the pressure you feel.

When you don’t answer he tightens his hold on your neck, feeling the moan in your throat against his hand, “Huh?” He questions again, “Why should I reward you?”

You gasp when he releases his grip for a moment only to squeeze harder a second later, your hand coming up to rest against his fingers. You can feel your arousal drip onto your underwear, the material feeling sticky against your skin and you whimper again, “I’m sorry.” You finally respond, shutting your eyes tightly to try to ground yourself, “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

You plead and you almost cry when he releases your neck letting you rest fully against the door as he steps away from you. His eyes stare you down as you struggle to regain your composure, “You better hope theres a condom in here baby.”

He turns his back to you as he walks to the nightstands by the bed and you take it upon yourself to slip out of your shoes, mind set on getting comfy because you were determined to get dick tonight even if you had to beg. You take a moment to breathe, your mind whirling from the alcohol in your system. This is what you needed, sleeping with Taehyung never left you feeling the way that morning did.

Taehyung rummages around the first drawer, tsking loudly when he finds nothing before moving on to the other side and opening the drawer. When he pulls up a string of condoms into the air you nearly sob and he just smiles as he tears one off and shuts the drawer again.

His hands motion for you to come over and your legs cant move fast enough, stumbling over air until you get to him as hes sliding the condom over his length, his face cringing at the feeling of latex and lube and he knows you’re gonna complain about it too but this is your fault.

His hands grip your shoulders as he turns you to face the bed, pushing your back down to bend you over the edge of it, your hands hiking up the back of your skirt again and he snickers, his right hand rearing back and landing on your ass cheek with a smack. The blood rushes to your skin and the sting that accompanies it just makes you wiggle your hips back at him.

“Such a desperate little slut.” His hands soothe your skin, pulling away to deliver another harder smack to the same spot, chuckling when he hears you moan into the sheets.

“Please Taehyung.” You whimper, your arms lifting your body up slightly to look back at him and he just raises his eyebrows at your pleading. Both his palms smoothing over the skin of your ass, his thumbs toying with the fabric of your underwear, sliding underneath it and moving it aside to slide his length between your folds.

You gasp when you feel the cold lube on the condom press against you, Taehyung sliding his feet between your legs to spread you out further before he’s sliding into your heat, the both of you groaning when he bottoms out.

“Fuck.” You moan, gasping when Taehyung grabs your hair and yanks you up until your arms are supporting your upper body, only giving you a moment to adjust as he starts to pound into you.

Taehyung grunts at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him, annoyance creeping up on him at not being able to fully feel you. He grabs your hips with both hands to hold you still since you can’t seem to stop trying to fuck yourself back onto him. “Stop.” He grunts out, right hand coming down onto your ass again with a sharp sting, “you’re gonna take what I give you.”

Your hands clutch the sheets underneath you, a small cry leaving your throat when his slows his pace, thrusting into you slowly with more force. “Please, f-faster.”

His laugh fills the room again, he reaches over and brushes your hair over your shoulder to see your face pressed against the mattress, “Look at you,” he slides out of you slowly, “cock hungry slut.” He feels you clench around his tip, trying to keep him from leaving you empty but it fails.

You don’t get a chance to protest, his hands moving your body around until you’re on your back and he’s sliding back into you. His hand finds its home around your throat and you moan when he squeezes it the way he knows you love. “Is this what you want?” He asks, quickening his pace. You can feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass but you don’t care, not when his dick curves just right inside of you.

You can only nod in his grip, your eyes rolling back when he lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, his body bending over yours and reaching deeper inside you.

“S-so good.” You mumble out, your hand sliding down your body until your fingers are meeting your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.

He can feel your body tense up as you near your high, your hand rubbing with vigor and just as you’re about to topple over Taehyung swats your fingers off your clit, stopping his thrusts all together and enjoying the pained expression on your face as your orgasm is ripped away from you.

“No.” You cry as you grab the palm around your neck, wiggling your hips around in frustration.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum?” He taunts, staring down at you with a smirk that only gets wider when he sees your eyes well up with tears and the bastard laughs. Blame it on your need to cum but his condescending tone has more wetness gushing out of you.

“Taehyung,” you gasp, trying to blink the tears away, “please, please let me cum. I need this.”

Its the tone in your voice that makes him believe you, his want of making you feel better overpowering his desire to torture you further. His jaw tenses up as he resumes his earlier pace, the slick noises of him thrusting into you filling the room along with your sighs of relief.

His eyes stay on you, watching as the tension breaks and a lone tear falls free down the side of your face, “Crying over my dick baby?”

Your mouth drops open at a particular thrust that hits your bundle of nerves deliciously, your head nodding and slurring out a response, “Fuck, yes. Love it.”

Taehyung releases your throat in favor of cupping your cheeks with his palm under your jaw, “Does other dick make you cry like this?”

Your body is being jostled with every thrust, his grip on your cheeks tightening to hold your face still, “No, j-just you, god, just you Taehyung.”

Your right hand goes to tug at his shirt, wanting him even closer and he obliges, leaning further into you, making the muscles in your leg scream in protest at the stretch but you take it.

“So then why are you letting other guys fuck you when you know I’m all you need.” His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with his new angle, the feeling making you moan as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach.

“Im sorry.” You sob, “I won’t do it again.” You promise, your breath stuttering and hes shushing you gently, pressing his lips against you quickly before hes ordering you to open your mouth for him.

His fingers remain on your cheeks as you do what he asks, sticking your tongue out and seeing his eyes light up at you looking so submissive underneath him. “You’re mine.” He grunts out in between thrusts before hes gathering spit behind his lips and letting it fall onto your tongue.

You moan at the sensation, bringing your tongue back in to swallow it, “Yours.” You mumble out before sticking it back out again. Your mind was hazy as you neared your release again, Taehyungs cock stretching you open so beautifully made you feel more drunk than your drinks did.

“Dirty girl.” He murmurs out before spitting in your mouth again, letting you swallow it, leaning back from you and bringing your other leg up on his shoulder. Your body folded in half when he bent over again, letting his arms cage you in as he started to fuck you harder.

Small grunts of pleasure were leaving him, seeing your face looking fucked out every time he thrust back in, your walls pulsing around him as you got closer to the end. Fuck Taehyung wished he didn’t have to wear this stupid condom.

“Close.” You whisper out, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as best as you could, taking his pounding with your head thrown back. And then that coil inside you was snapping, your pussy clamping down on him as you chanted his name. Your body shuddered underneath his, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, yes.” You mewled, your eyes screwed shut as you saw white. Taehyung continued to thrust into you, moaning softly at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. His eyes moved down to where you two connected, your underwear was absolutely ruined, damp with the mixture of lube and your arousal. You were whimpering now as you came down and Taehyung slid out of you, his hands yanking off the condom as he slid onto the bed on his knees. Shuffling up towards you, his thighs on either side of your ribs while his hand jerked himself off on top of you. You weakly held yourself up with your elbows, your mouth dropping open once more as you waited.

“Shit.” Taehyung gasped, the head of his cock peaking out of his grasp every time he pumped himself. His brows furrowed as his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving him when he met his release. His eyes bored into yours as thick ropes of his cum splashed onto your face, landing on your lips and tongue, splattering onto your cheek. He hummed in content when you swallowed his seed and brought your cleaned tongue out to show him.

He shuffles back off of you slightly, letting you rest back onto the bed fully as he hovers over your body. His thumb traces your cheek, his fingers swiping his sticky mess around your face, popping into your mouth and letting you suck them clean.

“Mine.” He mumbles out, when your eyes slip shut as he presses down on your tongue, pulling the finger out of your mouth and smashing his lips against you again, not caring as his nose touches the cum on your cheek.

You’re gasping into his mouth when his tongue swirls against yours, “Tae stop, I cant.” You whimper and thats when he realizes his hand had slipped between your thighs and started rubbing your sore clit again.

“Sorry.” He whispers, pecking your lips once more and sliding his fingers away from your center, wiping them clean on the black jeans he still had on.

His eyes roam the room before hes getting up and adjusting himself back into his pants, going into the ensuite bathroom and coming back out with a handful of wipes. “They don’t have towels in there.” He speaks softly when he comes out, his hand cupping your face and gently wiping away any trace of him on you, moving on to clean between your thighs.

You hum softly at the feeling, letting yourself lay limp onto the bed with a groan. Your head cranes up slightly when you feel him start to slide your underwear down your legs, his eyes looking up at you and seeing the confusion on your face, “I’m sorry, were you trying to wear these ruined panties back out?”

You lean back, your hand draping across your face as you pout, “No, but I don’t wanna flash anyone either.”

He chuckles, slipping the material past your ankles and crumbling them up before he’s stuffing them into his jean pockets before you can notice. “I mean it’s either you flash someone or everyones gonna get a whiff of what your cum smells like.”

Your face flushes at the statement, he’s right, you’ll take your chances. Taehyung just stares at your form, his fingers tracing the tops of your legs softly, smirking when he sees your muscles trembling slightly at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

His heart is currently pounding in his chest, not just from exertion but from a mixture of the anger and jealousy he felt when you had admitted to sleeping with someone new. As much as he tried to convince himself and a few of your friends that he didn’t like you like that he knew he was lying. Taehyung didn’t love you but somewhere in the middle of this he had realized his interest in you had gone deeper than your friendship and hookups and now he was scared.

The both of you were the ones who shouted the loudest when it came to being against relationships at this age, you and him used to be each others wingmen at bars and clubs before sleeping together had become more consistent. Taehyung had never recalled getting jealous when you spoke of different hookups, hell he used to take it as a challenge when you’d talk about how so and so had made you see stars when you came, he would eat you out with new found determination, enjoying as you laughed and shuddered after he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

No, it wasn’t until his new roommate had entered the picture and the way you had acted the night of the halloween party, shooing him away like he meant nothing while you pranced over to the younger boy and gave him your undivided attention, thats when he felt the first real pang of hurt in his chest.

And now he felt stupid, stupid because he knew this would happen but his inflated ego had hoped it would be you catching feelings, not him.

Fuck, Yoongi was gonna have a fucking field day.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” You mumbled out, sitting up slightly as you rested on your elbows.

Taehyung smiled softly, “You just look really pretty.”

You scoff, swatting his hands off your thighs with a smile, not being able to conceal the blush on your cheeks, “Yeah right, you only call me pretty when I’m covered in your cum.”

He laughs loudly at that, the classic Taehyung laugh that comes from his stomach, his mouth opening wide while his eyes crinkle up and its endearing.

He’s crawling over your body again, his thighs caging you in as his right hand cups your cheek and he presses a firm kiss on your lips, “Just accept the compliment.” You hum against him as he nudges your noses together before kissing you again, “C’mon, lets go.”

He’s leaning back and patting your knees, letting you grasp his arm as you stand up to slip your shoes back on. The both of you laugh as you walk out of the room, Taehyung clowning you as your legs give out a few times and when the party host sees you two leaving the master bedroom, asking you who you were, Taehyung crouches down and wraps his arms under your butt to lift you straight up as he runs down the hall.

You’re screaming with laughter, swatting Taehyungs shoulder to tell him to stop being dramatic since he wasn’t even following you but he just spins you around a few more times.

With your added height Yoongi spots you easily from his spot by the liquor, his eyes narrowing as he sees the dark purple hickey on your neck. He just shakes his head, old habits die hard and you two were well and truly fucked.

Once Taehyung finally lets you down you tug your skirt, making sure you’re fully covered since you were currently commando, “You wanna get outta here?” He asks you, staring down at you with a smile, “Kinda craving some street food.”

You nod at him, your hands coming down to pat at your stomach. Eating some food would do you good, you needed something in there to absorb the alcohol sloshing around. “Should I tell everyone else?” Your eyes scan the room, trying to spot your friends but not being able to see past the bodies surrounding you.

“Nah lets go just us two.” Taehyung suggest, he just wants to spend time with you alone, someplace you two could talk without having to shout at each other. You feel his hand clasp around yours, a smile on his face that only widens up when you nod, letting him once again lead the way as you exit the house.

The location of the party wasn’t too far from an area near campus that was notorious for their grilled chicken skewers so naturally thats where you two headed. Your hand hooked around his arm while you slowly walked there, Taehyung helping you stay balanced as you stepped over cracks and uneven sidewalks in your heels.

It had been a long while since you two properly hung out together, hanging out in his dorm room only to sleep together or hanging out with your entire friend group wasn’t the same. Taehyung missed the random chaotic energy you two had together, doing bar crawls as a duo, roaming the streets as you snapped endless photos of him and your surroundings, or just you two grabbing food alone.

You were thinking the same thing, your mind hadn’t realized the small space of distance that had creeped in between the two of you until right now. You had gotten busy with work and school and he had too, plus with the added attention you were giving Jungkook as he asked for help with Jisoo or random questions he would have, you two barely spent more than an hour together in his room more often than not.

So as he orders food for you two, handing you a skewer as he takes a bite out of his own with a smile, you can’t help but think how thankful you are for the weird relationship you two have.

You walk over to the nearby bench as he grabs your drinks before joining you, both of you huffing as you take a bite of the hot chicken, laughing at the dumb faces you make. “This is nice.” Taehyung speaks softly, his teeth sliding another chicken piece off the skewer.

The crisp sound of you opening up the soda can fills the air beside you as you hum, “Yeah, it is.”

Taehyung carefully chews his food as he thinks his next words over, his tongue licking his lips as he swallows. “If I say something and you’re not on board can you just pretend I never mentioned it?”

That grabs your attention, setting the can down by your feet as you nod at him. Your mind assuming he’s gonna ask you to try something new in bed but one look at his face shows that hes clearly nervous. “Sure, whats up.”

He nervously takes another chunk off of his chicken, using the food to stall as his eyes give your face a once over to see if theres any sign that he shouldn’t say what he wants to say but you’re sitting there patiently waiting for him to finish, opening up his own drink for him to take a sip that he’s surely gonna need. He takes the can with a smile, taking a gulp and looking at you again.

“Let me take you out.” Your lips purse out in confusion so he continues, “Like, on a date.”

Those words feel foreign on his tongue, not being able to recall the last time he ever used them. He wants this though, he needs to know if the inkling of a crush he feels inside means anything more than just friendship and lust. If the date is garbage and you both agree its weird then no harm done.

“You’re drunk.” You laugh, cupping his cheek with your left hand.

“You are too.” He counters, mimicking your action and cupping your own cheek.

“No I’m not.”

“Well neither am I.” And his quick retorts make you laugh again, dropping your hand from his face.

When he doesn’t remove his hand you sigh, leaning into his touch slightly, “Why Taehyung?” You remember Yoongi’s words from the art exhibit, claiming Taehyung had a crush on you and you had just laughed it off, but with this unfolding now you know Yoongi knew more than he let on.

“Can I be honest?” He asks, more confidence filling him since you hadn’t immediately told him no. He was expecting you to burst into laughter and call him ridiculous but the fact that you were entertaining the thought made him feel less stupid. “I’ve been battling these emotions for over a month now and I know this mutually beneficial thing we have going only works when theres no feelings going on, and I know we both hate relationships but if I’m laying it all out there I haven’t actually slept with anyone else in so long which says a lot.”

You can only giggle at his rambling, watching him take another deep breath to keep talking, “I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have the best track record but I’m just asking for one date. One.”

Hes finished now, still wanting to continue to ramble to further explain himself but he needs to know what your thoughts are first. Your face gives nothing away as you stare at him.

“Do you actually want this or is this your jealousy speaking because you know I slept with someone?”

He rolls his lips together as he nods along, “No, I mean it. I know you slept with Jungkook–“ your eyes widen at that but he ignores it, he had figured it out on his own. Jungkook was a shit liar, the way he had stuttered when Tae asks about his Halloween night, how he would derail conversations that brought you up had spelled it out for him and with your confession tonight it just confirmed what he already thought, “and it’s none of my business, but hearing about it made me feel a way I’ve never felt before so I just want to know if there a chance.”

You both fall silent after that, your mind drawing a blank as you think. You had always been so fast to dismiss any thoughts regarding dating Taehyung. You had never thought of Taehyung as a boyfriend because you had never seen Taehyung be a boyfriend besides those two strange weeks, you only ever saw him as your friend who happened to know how to give you great orgasms. There was no denying that Taehyung was hot, the physical attraction was not an issue, and your personalities mixed well together, it was just the thought of Taehyung being able to be a boyfriend that left you unsure.

You weren’t even positive you wanted a boyfriend yet, with how life was at the moment you couldn’t find a spot to juggle a relationship in between it all but he’s only asking for a date. Who knows how that could play out, you shouldn’t overthink it all because for all you know the date could be a disaster.

“One date, and if its a shit show we forget it ever happened?”

His eyes shut, his lips pressing together as he sighs, opening his eyes again and nodding, “Yeah, exactly.”

Ignoring everything you’ve heard from everyone the past few weeks you nod, there was nothing to lose and you were sick of people having opinions and advice to give you regarding situations that had nothing to do with them. “Fine, wine and dine me Kim Taehyung.”

“No sixty-nineing though.” He gently prods your with the tip of his skewer, his classic smile back on his face, “Just a wholesome date, can’t let my dick be the reason you accept, it’d ruin the scientific study.”

Just like that you’re both laughing again, your hands shoving his shoulder, falling back into normal conversation as you finish your food, Taehyung getting up to grab another order for you two.

The actual time and place of the date had been a bit of a struggle to decide, you and Taehyung needing to plan around your schedules but he was determined to make it worth it. He had started doing things he normally didn’t do, messaging you in between a long break in classes and bringing you food to eat during it all while claiming it didn’t count as a date yet. He’d also begun waiting for you at the end of your latest class on Thursday nights, insisting on walking with you during the very long 3 minute trek back to your building.

His reasoning was trying to help normalize doing these things just in case the date went well and you kinda liked it. Taehyung had always been a caring friend, yes he was vulgar and shameless but that didn’t discredit that he always tried his best to show his friends how much they meant to him. Getting an extra dosing of that caring Taehyung isn’t something you’re against but you’re not letting your guard down yet, not until this date happens.

Luckily your schedules aligned and tonight would be the night you two give this date a shot and you’re a little nervous. The dynamic between you two was fun and carefree, a small part of you was scare you two were teetering too close to the edge and a wrong move would be the downfall of all of it. Yeah you had said if this date went sour you would pretend it never happened but would it be that easy?

How were you going to go back to fooling around after knowing he had been thinking of asking you out on a date for weeks now. You’d feel cruel sleeping with him if you had no feelings after this date while he did.

“Why are you pouting, do you hate the top I picked out?” Wendy asks, staring at your reflection as she stands behind you, her fingers tugging at the blouse she had suggested you wear.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you stare at the material of the white patterned top you had on, your fingers going to smooth the front which was tucked into your jeans, “No, just overthinking tonight.”

She hums in understanding, helping you adjust the back of the shirt so it wasn’t bunched up, “Don’t be, I’m sure Jungkook is just as nervous.”

Your hand freezes halfway down your pants, your face scrunching up because im sorry what?

“Jungkook?” The tone of your voice exhibits just how wrong her assumption had been, her wide eyes flicking back to yours, a tiny grimace on her face, “Is that not who you’re going out with?” She speaks timidly.

You yank your hand out of your pants with a huff, your fingers fidgeting with your hair, “No, why would you even think that?” You hadn’t told a soul about what you and Jungkook had done, the only people who knew were your friends and they had no need to go gossiping about your business to everyone because they couldn’t be bothered.

Wendy goes back your closet, sorting through your jackets to see what would pair nicely with your outfit, “I mean after Halloween I kind of just assumed something sparked between you two.”

“After Halloween?” You’re turning to properly face her now, okay she definitely knew. The only person who had seen you and Jungkook sneak into your room had been Jihyo and you highly doubted she would rat you out to your own roommate considering she’d also be getting in trouble.

“Girl, did you forget Yeri’s room is right next door?” Her thumb flicks over to your side of the room, pointing at the wall you most likely shared with her friend and your face reddens. “She told me she heard you giving him the gawkgawk5000.” That breaks your hard exterior, your hand reaching out to swat at her before you’re covering your face as you both break out in hysterical laughter, you calling her a child as you scream behind your palms, “I hate you!”

She just laughs harder, “Hey, no shame here. She didn’t know it was him until she saw him leave your room a few minutes later.” When you compose yourself again, standing straight up and wiping under your eyes to save your makeup from being ruined by stray tears, you see shes staring at you with a gentle look on her face, “Did something happen?”

You finally spill it all out to your room mate, telling her everything, how Jungkook had approached you one night after he partied with Tae and assumed you were being cheated on, asking you for help regarding girls and sex, that time in your room, to the drunk texts and wet dreams to finally sleeping with him and the cursed morning after and the way he left and hadn’t given you the time of day since.

Her pretty face was pulled in, a look of anger coming across as her brows pinched together on her forehead, “What a fucking dick. You know what though, I knew it.”

“What do you mean?”

Her arms cross under her chest, “He came across as too pure, asking you for relationship advice was his way into your pants. No guy that looks like him needs help for fucks sake. Maybe Jisoo was telling the truth.” She shrugs, confident in her words. You frown at her statement but you’re not in a hurry to jump to his defense like you had before because you were still very much upset at him, even now, over two weeks later he had yet to reach out and you were growing sick of it. Seeing him bolting out of class no longer stung like it had the first time.

“Yeah, maybe.” You shrug it off, “I’m going on a date with Tae though.”

The screech she lets out bursts your eardrums, your hands clasping over them as she holds the note out, “What!” She’s yanking your hands away from your poor ears, holding them clasped in between the two of you, “Kim Taehyung? The boy you religiously bang? Certified McDreamy?”

You roll your eyes at her praises, “Jesus-”

“Yes, the man looks like Jesus!”

“Wendy!” You snap with a chuckle, “Yes that Taehyung.”

You yank your hand out of her grasp to pull your phone out to check the time. He had told you to be ready by 6pm and it was currently a few minutes shy of that so you had to get going. “How did that happen?”

“It just did? He said he just wants one date, something about him wanting to see if this helps him figure out his feelings and I guess mine?” She sees you grab the leather jacket she had pulled out for you, her hands making grabby motions at you when she realizes you’re about to walk out.

“No, you can’t drop that bomb and fucking leave what’s wrong with you!” She marches to the door and stands in front of it as you slide into your converse, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you walk towards her with a grin.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want when I get back, if its a disaster I won’t have anything worthy of saying.” She just pouts but grumbles out a fine, stepping aside and letting you leave.

Just as you make it out of your building your phone starts vibrating with an incoming call from Taehyung, a picture of him high as fuck with a dopey smile adorning a plastic tiara that you had taken during summer break set as his contact photo.

“Hey, where should I meet you?” You ask, your legs already starting to move in the direction of the boys dorm but he stops you, telling you to meet him on the west side of campus, the area where guests were allowed to park.

He stays on the line as you walk that way, asking if you were excited even though he had told you zero details of what he had planned. Its when you reach the guest parking and spot him standing against the hood of a car that one hundred percent did not belong to him that you stop talking on the phone, hearing him laugh into the receiver at your expression.

He hangs up the call when you get closer, his arms gestured out to the car, a giant smile on his face, “Okay who’s car is that?”

Your eyes examine the car further as he pulls you in for a hug, complimenting your outfit, “Oh my god is this Jin’s car?” You speak against his chest, pushing him back to peak into the passenger side window, spotting the peach scented air freshener hung around the mirror to confirm your suspicion.

He chuckles again when you turn to face him with a knowing look, “Yeah, he let me borrow it for tonight. I promised him I’d wash it and fill up his tank.”

“You don’t have your license though.”

He presses his index finger against your lips gently, “Sh, lets not get into specifics.” He ignores your eye roll and opens the door for you, sliding into the drivers seat shortly after and starting up the car.

Your eyes take in his appearance, seeing his blond hair laying on his head in soft waves, a handful of silver chains around his neck that glimmer with the last remaining light the sun gives off. He has a loose black and burgundy striped shirt that has the first few buttons open, the material tucked into form fitting black trousers, a black leather jacket draped on him that matches the one you currently have on.

Your outfits were very similar in style and it makes you giggle slightly, his eyes drifting off the road to look over at your for a moment, smiling when he sees you giggling to yourself, “What?”

You lean further into the passengers seat, your hand raking through your hair, “It looks like we coordinated our outfits.”

He joins you in laughing, letting one hand drop off the steering wheel to reach out and pinch the fabric of your shirt, “You know, I’m pretty sure you stole this shirt from me.”

Now that he mentions it, you’re pretty sure you did, remembering how he had bought this shirt online and when it had arrived he was pissed when the material wouldn’t stretch over his broad shoulders. The way the short sleeves dug into his skin as he tried to force himself to fit into it had made you laugh when he turned to face you, looking like the hulk in tiny clothes.

“You gave it to me okay.” He hums, refusing to believe thats how it played out, “Where are we going anyway?”

He had started driving further away from campus, deeper into the city and had yet to say anything, “I actually heard about this exhibit happening this month and got us tickets. It has some of your favorite surrealism photographers work on display.”

The car fell silent, all you could do was stare at him, seeing him nervously chew on his lip as he tried to focus on the road when you didn’t say anything. Had he already fucked up?

Taehyung knew of your love for surrealism, being on the receiving end of the countless messages you’d sent him of insane photos. He’d also seen you spent hours upon hours in photoshop trying to perfect photos in that style before giving up all together, accepting that it was a style you wouldn’t be able to master. Nonetheless you still loved it from afar and him doing this for you made you wonder just how attentive he had to be.

“If you think its stupid we can go do something else–“

“Taehyung,” you cut him off, gently swatting his shoulder, “no, thats actually really nice.” You can just see how his body sags into the seat in relief, his hands tapping the steering wheel in excitement.

He’s nervous as hell, the jittery feeling is completely new to him, his hands never got clammy when you two hung out before but as he struggled to button up his top half an hour ago he knew it was the fear of not knowing how this would play out.

Jungkook had watched him get ready while he sat at his desk and finished his course work, the two of them exchanging polite words even though Taehyung wanted to fight him. He knew you and Jungkook had a falling out, with the way you’ve acted and the fact that Jungkook couldn’t seem to desperately divert conversations fast enough if your name ever popped up it wasn’t hard to piece together.

So even though Taehyung wanted to talk about this first date, help get his nerves in check, he didn’t want to bring it up and have the conversation become awkward. He held it all in until he got to Jin’s apartment, words of doubt instantly falling from his mouth when Jin opened the door for him.

Arang had been sat on the couch, a smile on her face, clearly enjoying seeing Taehyung uncharacteristically nervous. Seokjin had led Taehyung into the kitchen, thrusting a bottle of water into his hand with encouraging words. The oldest friend had been the only one to not make Taehyung feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. Considering Jin was Tae’s room mate before he graduated he had witnessed the dynamic between the two of you more than anyone else so when he told him that he had nothing to worry about, that everything would be fine between you two regardless, he finally let himself take a breath.

And once you two arrived at the exhibit, you stood in the middle of it all with the biggest smile, grabbing his hand and yanking him to the first photo that caught your eye, Taehyung lets out that same breath.

You spend two hours in that building, your hand remaining intertwined with his and even though it isn’t something you two ever did it feels nice, the small squeezes shared between each other had emotions stirring inside you that you swore you’d never feel.

Taehyung and you bounce around from photo to photo, him watching you patiently as you take everything in. The dates nice and the conversation flows naturally, attributed to the fact that you two are very good friends. Taehyung can feel his heart skip a beat every time you drag him along behind you and he hopes you feel anything at all.

That craving he has only intensifies once you two are sat back in the car, both the seats pulled back and the windows rolled down to let the night breeze roll in. Taehyung had pulled in to a nice lookout spot near campus after you had voiced a want for a milkshake, which you were currently sipping on as you sat with your feet resting on the dashboard.

Taehyung was sipping on his own shake, licking any traces of the chocolate desert off his lips as he stared at you. “So,” he started lamely, a sheepish smile adorning his face when you glanced at him sideways.

“So.” You mimic, stirring the straw in your cup.

“Thoughts?” Its all he can get himself to ask, not wanting to ask a specific question that puts you on the spot.

The soft sounds of the radio playing fill the silence as you reach forward and set your cup on top of the dash by your propped up feet. This was the part of the date that you were anticipating, your brain sorting through every memory and possible emotion to form a response.

“I had a good time, but I knew I would, that was never a doubt of mine.” He knew this but he still smiles, letting you continue talking. “I’m just confused I guess?”

You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, dropping your legs from their spot and shuffling on the seat, “We’ve been... us, for almost as long as we’ve known each other so I’m just wondering what would change if we pursued these feelings?”

“Do you have feelings?”

His question makes you fidget, you’ve never been comfortable talking about romantic feelings hence the underwhelming list of boyfriends past.

“I’m having a hard time figuring out if what I feel is love for our friendship or something deeper.” You confess, your eyes meeting again and you relax when you see he’s not upset or offended, “What we currently have is such a blurred line, if we were strictly friends and nothing else then maybe it’d be easier for me to figure out if I felt butterflies because I wanna know what it feels like to kiss you but its kinda hard to do that when I already kiss you all the time.”

He gets that, what you guys had blurred the line between friendship and relationship. It was not the typical friends with benefits dynamic and he knew that from the start, you two wouldn’t just send each other a text at 3am looking to get off, you would hang out all the time, he would kiss you in public like it was completely normal, and the amount of people who thought you were a couple already spelled it out.

“I guess what I’m wondering is, is it just the exclusiveness that comes with it?”

He sets his own cup down besides yours, settling back in his seat slightly turned towards you. “No, well I mean yes-sorta. Like I told you, besides me kissing like two girls I haven’t slept with anyone besides you.”

“Tae you realize if we’re dating you can’t be kissing any girls?” You tease him, enjoying the eye roll he gives you.

“Yes Y/N I know this.”

“Did you know this when you dated Nari?”

“Nari?” His face scrunches up as he thinks, his expression settling into one of understanding, “Y/N, I asked Nari out when I was high off shrooms and she only dated me because she knew I could get her drugs. She cheated on me twice as much. Is that a reason you’re not into this?”

“Its one of the reasons.” The reason you didn’t do relationships was not because you were scared of monogamy, sure you liked the freedom of being single but you knew deep down if you were actually with someone you wouldn’t be unfaithful. Taehyung had never explicitly said he didn’t date because he knew he would cheat but after witnessing him and Nari’s shit show of a relationship for two weeks it was a rightfully made assumption.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, almost nervously because he can feel his heart in his throat. His hands are clammy again, fidgeting on his lap, “I’m ignoring every fiber inside me to say this and I know it’ll be hard to but believe me when I say it’s more than just being exclusive. I think about what it’d be like to have a dumb photo of us as my lock screen, or to properly introduce you to people as my girlfriend, or even wondering what my parents would think of you and I told myself I wouldn’t say any of this but I need you to know it’s not just me wanting an ego boost about being the only guy you sleep with.”

His confession is definitely not one you expected and its stunned you to silence, “I dont–I don’t expect you to have a response to any of that, I’ve had a head start at letting my feelings settle so I get it if you need time.”

You can only nod softly at his stuttered statement, you definitely needed time but hearing his confession didn’t fill your stomach with dread like you thought it would and when he softly grabs your hand you’re once again thankful for the relationship you two have.

“So then are you two officially dating?” Yoongi asks as you both walk down the street, you had finished your shift a few minutes ago and were now headed back to campus. The sun was almost fully set and the sharp cold of the wind had you two huddled close together to keep warm.

“No, we’re not. I told him I need to think about it before diving in.” He hums in response, glad that you weren’t jumping into anything without thinking it through. Yoongi, like always, had seen this coming from a mile away, take away the fact that Taehyung had drunkenly confessed to his feelings multiple times in confidence Yoongi would still be able to detect them otherwise. Yoongi, and Jimin as well, weren’t against you dating if thats how the cards played out, they were just trying to make sure you two weren’t doing it for the wrong reasons. The last thing anyone wanted was a messy situation but it seemed like Jungkook had dropped out of the picture entirely, his absence made the situation less likely to implode.

“Smart, I’m glad he finally said something. I gave you a heads up though, not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.”

You roll your eyes as you near campus, a group of boys making their way down the path you were walking up, too far away to make anyone out. Yoongi yelps when you swing your arm around his head, forcing him to hunch over as you attempt to put him in a headlock, your hand wrapping around your wrist as you try to overpower him. “Not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.” You mimic, hearing him guffaw at your surprising strength.

All it takes is him abruptly standing back up to knock your hold loose, the action making you stumble over, Yoongi reaching his arms out to catch you by the waist before you topple over onto the concrete. He pulls you into his chest from the force and you’re both laughing hysterically, his hands letting you go once you’re stable, choosing you wrap over your shoulder to continue walking huddled together.

Unbeknownst to you the group that was walking towards you was Jungkook and his friends, all of them taking note that it was you and Yoongi walking towards them. Having seen the incident that just happened Mingyu speaks up, “Isn’t that Y/N?”

Jungkook has his eyes glued to you, seeing you’re cheeks tinted pink from the cold and a smile on your face as Yoongi spoke, “Yeah it is.”

Mingyu scoffs, “See, she’s already hopped onto the next one.”

Eunwoo glares at his friend, trying to tell him to shut up but Mingyu doesn’t get it not even when Jungkook mutters that you’re just friends with Yoongi, “Yeah, like shes friends with Taehyung. Bambam told me that Yugyeom saw her and Taehyung sneak off at a party a few weeks or so ago.”

That only irks Jungkook more, why the fuck were they trying to keep tabs on you? Was this their way of trying to make him feel better when their words were the ones that made him distance himself?

As you and Yoongi get closer your eyes drift up and meet Jungkooks, he sees the flash of realization on your face and he desperately wants to greet you but he knows he’s already dug his grave, more so when Mingyu continues to put his foot in his mouth, “Heard she slept with Jimin too, don’t be simping over a slut dude.”

Jungkooks eyes widen at what his friend had just called you, and you had heard, his voice had been loud and clear as you passed by. You froze on the pathway, your brows pulled together as you stared at the concrete at your feet. Yoongi had heard the remark as well, his hands now digging into your shoulder, waiting to see if you’d say something or if he’d had to.

His group continued to walk down the path, all it took was a moment for you to breathe in before you whipped around and marched over to his group. You were pissed, Jungkook had treated you like you meant nothing and now his friends were calling you names and he said nothing?

Jungkook could hear the sound of feet stomping behind him and he knew it was you and fuck he could feel his stomach sink at the fact that this would be the first interaction you would have. Surprisingly you don’t reach for Jungkook, your hands curl around Mingyu’s shoulder and yank him hard, his face showing pure shock at you standing before him looking livid.

“What the fuck did you call me?” Your tone is void of any emotion and it only scares him, Bambam and Eunwoo taking a few steps back to steer clear of your wrath.

Mingyu seems to have lost his balls, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a response. He hadn’t meant for you to hear that, he was only trying to cheer up his friend but it had only earned and elbow to the rib from Jungkook and now you were stood in front of him looking like you were ready to castrate him.

When his friend sputters out gibberish your eyes move to stare down Jungkook, the same wide eye look he always had that used to make you swoon just filled you with anger and he can see it, the way your mouth twisted up in disgust at his lack of defense. “Fuck you Jungkook.”

You wanted to say more but you really didn’t feel like crying in front of guys who clearly didn’t see you as a human being with emotions so you turn back around and storm off again, passing Yoongi as you feel your eyes burn. Jungkook gulps as he stares at Yoongi, seeing the cold stare in his eyes and thats when he bolts into action, ignoring his friends and running after you.

You were taking deep breaths as you walked, blinking furiously to force the tears to go away. Yes guys were fucking assholes, the majority of them acting like women were only there for their pleasure and nothing else while simultaneously slut shaming the girls they used, but you hadn’t expected it from Jungkook. He hadn’t called you a slut but his friend had and it didn’t get any reaction from him and that alone was a reaction enough.

“Y/N.” You hear the out of breath voice of Jungkook, rolling your eyes you try to speed up, fully aware you left your friend behind but you weren’t far from your building.

Jungkook reaches out and grasps your arm, a small tug you feel but you yank out of it as if he had done something outrageous, his hands coming up in defense when you turn around and glare at him, your nose now tinted red from trying to stop yourself from crying, “What Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says, his hands still raised up as he steps a tiny bit closer to you, seeing your gaze flicker down to his feet before looking back at him and he deems this is close enough.

“Oh are you, for what exactly?” Your arms are crossed under your chest now, an expression on your face that he never thought he would witness, especially not towards him, “Are you sorry for sleeping with me and leaving immediately after, or are you sorry for completely disregarding our friendship after you got what you wanted?”

His face looks hurt, his hands softly dropping to his sides as he pouts at your statement, “Or are you sorry your friend called me a slut and you said nothing. You know Jungkook, I thought our friendship meant something to you but you fucking used me.” Your finger comes up to point at him accusingly, you were beyond mad now, your mouth determined to spew out anything you could to make him feel as shitty as he had made you feel.

“No I didn’t.” That just makes you scoff, only confusing him further because he hadn’t used you, not intentionally like you’re making it out to be.

“Really? You came to me looking for help, help with sex, and I don’t know why I was so naive to believe that a guy like you needed help getting girls but it makes sense now. Is that your play, come across as vulnerable to get girls to believe whatever comes out of your mouth. If you just wanted me to sleep with you all you had to do was ask Jungkook, not fucking string me along with friendship and other bullshit. I defended you from Jisoo but you know what, maybe she wasn’t that far off.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say at all, contrary to what you now thought he really was as inexperienced as he had said. All the bullshit his friends had spewed to him, telling him that you viewed sex a certain way and that he was stupid to keep a friendship with you because his stupid crush wouldn’t go anywhere was the reason you viewed him this way and he wanted to scream.

He loved your friendship, he had found himself looking forward to any of the small moments you two shared in passing and he wishes he could go back in time and go about that dreaded morning differently, even the possibility of you two never sleeping together sounded better to him than you standing here with tears in your eyes as you told him off.

“I’m sorry for all of it okay but I swear I didn’t lie to you to try to get into your pants-”

“Save the bullshit Jungkook,” you cut him off, seeing his hand clutch his black strands in worry because he can tell you’re not gonna hear him out and honestly he didn’t blame you, “I expected this from so many people but never you.”

He watches as you turn back around, taking a few steps before turning back to him, “You know what, I’m glad I gave you a black eye the first day of class. You deserve it.” With that you fully turn around and leave him standing there, his hands coming up to touch his eye and nose as he remembers the very first day you two met.

Hes only given another second of silence until a harsh shove to his shoulder has him stumbling, his head turning in the direction it came from and seeing Yoongi stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat with a mean glare on his face, “The fuck is wrong with you.” Is all the older boy says before sauntering off after you.

Jungkook can only stand there, no longer caring about his friends, his eyes glued to your figure as you and Yoongi step into your building and he once again feels lost. There was no way out of this in his mind and he could only blame himself. You had reached out to him multiple times, excited text messages asking him about his day, offering to go get food together, the occasional meme and he had ignored it all. It hurt him to do so but his friends’ words stuck with him and he’s never regret asking them for advice more in his life.

The stupid pain in his chest was back now, his face screwing together as he tried not to cry, this was his fault. Jungkook had well and truly fucked up.

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Hi!!! ilysm💓💓it's my birthday tomorrow so will u bless us with some doraelin smut?? i saw someone ask about it and now i cant get it out of my head lol! Thanks and keep writing beautifully!!

happy birthday love, and sorry this came out so late. I tried my best. hope this will be an acceptable birthday gift. hope you had an awesome day!

note: you asked for smut and I tried, but it was abominable so I did fluff instead.

Queen Of Glass

Ship: Dorian x Aelin.

Genre: Fluff + Smut.

Summary: A rewrite of the final scenes of queen of shadows where Rowan and Aelin are only best friends and she has a different prince in her heart.

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It was going to kill her.

He wanted it to.

Her face—that face—

He neared the woman, step by step across the narrow, shaded bridge, the turrets high above them gleaming with blinding light.

Blood covered her arms, and she panted as she backed away from him, her hands out before her, a gold ring shining on her finger. He could smell her now—the immortal, mighty blood in her veins.

“Dorian,” she said.

He did not know that name.

And he was going to kill her.

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Time. She needed to buy more time, or steal it, while the bridge still lay in shadow, while the sun slowly, slowly moved.

“Dorian,” Aelin pleaded again.

“I’m going to rip you apart from the inside out,” the demon said.

Ice spread across the bridge. The glass in her back shifted and ripped into her with each step she retreated toward the tower door.

Still the clock tower had not come down.

But the king had not yet arrived.

“Your father is currently in his council room,” she said, fighting the pain splintering through her. “He is in there with Chaol—with your friend—and your father has likely already killed him.”

“Good.”

“Chaol,” Aelin said, her voice breaking. Her foot slid against a patch of ice, and the world tilted as she steadied her balance. The drop to the ground hundreds of feet below hit her in the gut, but she kept her eyes on the prince even as agony rippled down her body again. “Chaol. You sacrificed yourself. You let them put that collar on you—so he could get out.”

“I’m going to let him put a collar on you, and then we can play.”

She hit the tower door, fumbling for the latch.

But it was iced over.

She clawed at the ice, glancing between the prince and the sun that had begun to peek around the corner of the tower.

Dorian was ten steps away.

She whirled back around. “Sorscha—her name was Sorscha, and she loved you. You loved her. And they took her away from you.”

Five steps.

There was nothing human in that face, no flicker of memory in those sapphire eyes.

Aelin began weeping, even as blood leaked down her nose from his nearness. “I came back for you. Just like I promised.”

A dagger of ice appeared in his hand, its lethal tip glinting like a star in the sunlight. Something flickered in his eyes but then it was gone, hidden behind that same unfeeling mask. “If you were smart, you won't have,” Dorian—no, not Dorian—the demon inside him said. "I told you you'd regret sparing me."

But she didn't regret it even as she looked into those cold, sapphire eyes, not as she shoved a hand between them as if she could push him away, grabbing one of his own hands tight. She couldn't find it in herself to regret sparing his life at all, not even as he plunged his knife into her side.

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Aelin crawled away from the door stained with her blood, away from the Valg prince who laughed as she clutched at her side and inched across the bridge, her blood a smear behind her.

The sun was still creeping around that tower.

“Dorian,” she said, her legs pushing against the glass, her blood dribbling out from between her freezing fingers, warming them. “Remember.”

He needed to remember. Not another loved one—she would not, could not lose another loved one.

The Valg prince stalked her, smiling faintly as she collapsed onto her front in the center of the bridge. The shadowed spires of the glass castle loomed around her—a tomb. Her tomb.

“Dorian, remember,” she gasped out. He’d missed her heart—barely.

“He said to retrieve you, but perhaps I’ll have my fun first.”

Two knives appeared in his hands, curved and vicious.

The sun began glinting just above the tower overhead.

“Remember Chaol,” she begged. “Remember Sorscha. Remember me.”

A boom shook the castle from somewhere on the other side of the building.

And then a great wind, a soft wind, a lovely wind, as if the heart-song of the world were carried on it.

She closed her eyes for a moment and pressed her hand against her side, drawing in a breath.

“We get to come back,” Aelin said, pushing her hand harder and harder into her wound until the blood stopped, until it was only her tears that flowed. “Dorian, we get to come back from this loss—from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you.”

She was weeping now, weeping as that wind faded away and her wound knitted closed. "I love you! Please," she begged. "You have to remember."

The prince’s daggers had gone slack in his hands.

And on his finger, Athril’s golden ring glowed.

“Fight it,” she panted. The sun angled closer. “Fight it. We get to come back.”

Brighter and brighter, the golden ring pulsed at his finger.

The prince staggered back a step, his face twisting. “You human worm.”

He had been too busy stabbing her to notice the ring she’d slipped onto his finger when she’d grabbed his hand as if to shove him away.

“Take it off,” he growled, trying to touch it—and hissing as though it burned. “Take it off!”

Ice grew, spreading toward her, fast as the rays of sunlight that now shot between the towers, refracting across every glass parapet and bridge, filling the castle with Mala Fire-Bringer’s glorious light.

The bridge—this bridge that she and Chaol had selected for this purpose, for this one moment at the apex of the solstice—was smack in the middle of it.

The light hit her, and it filled her heart with the force of an exploding star.

With a roar, the Valg prince sent a wave of ice for her, spears and lances aimed at her chest.

So Aelin flung her hands out toward the prince, toward her friend who had always been so much more than just that, and hurled her magic at him with everything she had.

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There was fire, and light, and darkness, and ice.

But the woman—the woman was there, halfway across the bridge, her hands out before her as she got to her feet. In another life, he had known her perhaps—had even loved her. He couldn't recall her name now; the darkness shrouded his thoughts too heavily.

No blood leaked from where the ice had stabbed her. Only clean, polished skin peeked through the black material of her suit.

Healed—with magic.

All around him there was so much fire—her fire and light, tugging at him.

We get to come back, she said. As if she knew what this darkness was, what horrors existed. Fight it.

A light was burning at his finger—a light that cracked inside him.

A light that cracked a sliver into the darkness.

Remember, she said again.

Her flames tore at him, and the demon was screaming. But it did not hurt him. Her flames only kept the demon at bay.

Remember.

A sliver of light in the blackness.

A cracked doorway.

Remember.

Over the demon’s screaming, he pushed—pushed, and looked out through its eyes. His eyes.

And saw Celaena Sardothein standing before him.

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 They were infinite.

They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.

“You’re mine,” the man raged. He became darkness; folded himself into the power he carried, as if he were nothing but malice on a dark wind.

He struck them, swallowed them.

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light.

A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained.

The darkness paused for breath.

They erupted.

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Dorian Havilliard had awoken alone, in a room he didn’t recognize.

But he was free, even though a pale band of skin now marred his neck.

For a moment, he had lain in bed, listening.

No screaming. No wailing. Just a few birds tentatively chirping outside the window, summer sunshine leaking in, and … silence. Peace.

There was such an emptiness in his head. A hollowness in him.

He’d even put a hand over his heart to see if it was beating.

The rest was a blur—and he lost himself in it, rather than think about that emptiness. He bathed, he dressed, and he spoke to Aedion Ashryver, who looked at him as if he had three heads and who was apparently now in charge of castle security.

Chaol was alive but still recovering, the general said. Not yet awake—and maybe that was a good thing, because Dorian had no idea how he’d face his friend, how he’d explain everything. Even when most of it was mere shards of memory, pieces he knew would further break him if he ever put them together.

A few hours later, Dorian was still in that bedroom, working up the nerve to survey what he’d done. The castle he’d destroyed; the people he’d killed. He’d seen the wall: proof of his enemy’s power … and mercy.

Not his enemy.

Aelin.

“Hello, Dorian,” she said. He turned from the window as the door shut behind her.

She lingered by the door, in a tunic of deep blue and gold, unbuttoned with careless grace at the neck, her hair loose at her shoulders, her brown boots scuffed. But the way she held herself, the way she stood with utter stillness … A queen looked out at him.

He didn’t know what to say. Where to begin.

She prowled for the little sitting area where he stood. “How are you feeling?”

Even the way she talked was slightly different. He’d already heard what she’d said to his people, the threats she’d made and the order she’d demanded. If he'd fancied himself in love with her before, he couldn't tell what to name the feeling inside of him now.

“Fine,” he managed to say. His magic rumbled deep inside him, but it was barely more than a whisper, as if it was drained. As if it was as empty as him.

“You wouldn’t be hiding in here, would you?” she said, slumping into one of the low chairs on the pretty, ornate rug.

“Your men put me in here so they could keep an eye on me,” he said, remaining by the window. “I wasn’t aware that I was allowed to leave.” Perhaps that was a good thing—considering what the demon prince had made him do.

“You can leave whenever you please. This is your castle—your kingdom.”

“Is it?” he dared ask.

“You’re the King of Adarlan now,” she said softly, but her voice was firm. “Of course it is." She rose from her seat in a smooth movement and walked to the window, only to tug him down onto the sofa behind her. Her hand cupped his face, thumb grazing against his cheekbone. He closed his eyes at her touch.

She drew her hand away.

"I tried to kill you—" he started.

She waved his hand away with an elegant gesture and leaned back into her seat. The assassin he'd once known seemed like a shadow of who she really was now. "It's no bother, you know? I find that most of my friendships begin or end in murder. I'm used to it."

His lips twitched upwards a little. "You came back," his voice broke. From the far reaches of his memory, words resurfaced. I love you, she'd shouted. "You came back for me."

Aelin's expression was tender. "You say it like you didn't think I would."

Dorian opened his mouth, searching for words, then shut it again. His brows creased in thought. "I suppose I didn't know who you were, though Chaol knew—" he held up his hand when she began to explain herself—"I'm not offended, I understand your reasons. You couldn't be sure of my allegiance. Then, I found out and I didn't—I thought the next time we met, it would be in the middle of a war and we won't be on the same side. When word reached us that you defeated the legions from Adarlan, that belief only strengthened."

"I didn't tell you who I was, not because I doubted your allegiance, Dorian."

He hadn't minded the deception. He had been hurt at first, but made his peace with it. However, the need to know grew with her words. "Then why?" he asked.

She chewed on her lip in thought. "It could have been dangerous for you to know. I couldn't risk it."

The two of them fell into a silence. Both parties searched for something to say, both unsure how their words would be received until Dorian blurted out, "I would like to see you."

Aelin cocked an eyebrow in question, trying to hide her amusement. Her mirth shone in her eyes.

"I mean," he blushed in embarassment, "I would like to see your fae form, if you want to show it, of course."

"I do," she said.

Aelin smiled at him, there was a brief flash of light and she—shifted. He noticed she looked much the same, except every feature looked sharper, each movement more controlled and graceful. The tips of her ears turned pointed, and canines poked out of her mouth when she grinned at him. "I know I'm pretty but I didn't think I'd leave you speechless. No pretty words for me? You used to have those in abundance," she joked when he still hadn't replied, though he detected the slightest hint of nervousness in her tone.

"You are... you are... " he faltered.

With half a thought, his finger traced her hollow cheekbones and watched as her face flushed with colour. He traced her earlobe, lingering on the pointed tip.

Aelin remained still, holding her breath. She felt Dorian's warm breath around her collarbone, shivering as blood rushed to her face. If any doubt remained about her feelings even after she'd shouted them at him, it would no longer hold.

Aelin loved him.

Impulsively, Aelin angled her face so her lips brushed with his in a featherlight kiss. His lips were impossibly soft beneath hers, and with some reluctance, she pulled back.

Dorian looked pained. "Aelin, I—"

Aelin's heart raced, all her doubts resurfacing but remained composed. "Oh dear, was it really so bad? You look like I struck you with a hammer," she said with an arch smile.

Dorian didn't smile back. "I can't—"

"I know," she whispered softly in reassurance, "I do not need any promises for a future together or claims of affection," it was the closest she came to an allusion to her declaration of love a few days ago, "I would like to provide comfort, Dorian, however I can. If you'd rather not—"

The following kiss that followed left no doubt of either recipient's feelings.

Dorian ran his hand through Aelin's much shorter curls, breathing in her scent. He admired the way she looked now, familiar in her essence but new in the way she handled herself—with authority, grace and confidence befitting her.

Somehow, she was still the woman he'd once loved and she wasn't.

He kissed her again, and would have continued in the activity had they not been interrupted:

"Aelin, we need you outside. Rowan pissed off some lord or another—argh, really? Gods, you two couldn't lock the door?" Aedion's face had turned scarlet, his eyes shut and covered with his hand.

Aelin snarled, "You couldn't knock?"

If Dorian hadn't been engaged in such a pleasing activity, he might have been amused at the looks of challenge on both the cousins' face. As it was, all he felt was irritation for the damned general. "Yes, well, did you come here just to irritate us or what?"

"I came," and here, the wolf of the north sneered, "to call her for assistance. If I knew she was assisting you already, I won't have come." And then, with a last 'damn you, cousin' Aedion Ashryver turned on his heel and left the room.

Dorian admitted, "I am surprised he didn't punch me."

"He barely restrained himself, I think. Be glad it wasn't Rowan," Aelin chuckled. "He won't have stopped."

Dorian said, "I'm not afraid of him."

"If you knew him, you would be." Aelin's answering smirk made his breath catch.

Though Dorian was far from recovered, for the first time in days, he looked forward to something in the future.

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