#know damn well its gonna suck ass to get myself to start it again tomorrow no matter how much i want to
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time should stop fucking timing :(
#had like my whole damn weekend planned#Saturday would be a box stuff from room then splatfest day#did not fucking happen#ran outa tape; had to wait 5 damn hours for tape; played a lil splatfest in that time but couldn't focus cuz i knew i should be boxing shit#had to do fucking shit; didn't get chance to box till like 8:30; started task finally yippie going full into it gonna get it done mode#time does that thing where it times; 11:00 pm gotta stop shit cuz my sisters has to share a room with me due to lack of rooms in home#know damn well its gonna suck ass to get myself to start it again tomorrow no matter how much i want to#after a min decide fuck it ill try to get some splatfest in: overstimulated as hell cuz rooms a mess of things i was doing#i did like fucking nothing today#cant just do it tomorrow either cuz gotta do a group project no one in my group fucking helped on#mondays school#didn't even accomplish one thing i had planned for today#got like 2 out of fuck who knows how many boxes#urrgg#so fumkign overstimulated rn :(#personal post
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Pairings: Athlete!Kirishima x PlusSize!Reader
Summary: College AU The reader is Kirishima's History tutor and they kinda have a crush on each other. It takes an afterparty filled with horny guys and a skin-tight dress for Kiri to realize he wants them all to himself.
Warning: Do I even need to say it at this point? It's smut, obvi. Kinda unedited. The reader and her best friend are black. Kirishima is a football player; he's VERY possessive over the reader. Her best friend is a little gay for her as well.
Author's Note: This was a commission!!!!! The client gave me this insane prompt and I had no choice but to go over the word limit. If you want to commission me, click here! Your support really means the world to me. Enjoy!
Word Count: 5,300
âYouâre back early!â My roommate, Liza, yelled from the other side of the apartment-style dorm room. The sound of her chair scraping the floor followed shortly after, along with the light footsteps of her sock-clad feet. âI left you a plate in the microwave, in case you were hungry. I could heat it up, if youâre too tiredâ why the long face? What happened?â
âHe didnât show up,â I sighed as I dropped my books on the table and sank into a chair.
âHow can he not show up?â Liza fumed crossing her arms. âHis GPA is already in the gutter from all the other quizzes he seemed to fail before the semester even started.â
âI know,â I replied in a bored tone.
âHeâs on academic probationââ
âI know.â
âOne more hiccup and heâll be off the football teamââ
âI know.â
âNot to mention how you practically have to bend backward to make time for himââ
âMhm.â
âJust for him to flake on you for the third time! I justââ
âLiza, please,â I rose from my seat and stood in front of her. âYou donât have to be angry with me. Itâs truly okay.â
âNo! Itâs not okay!â She stormed to the microwave and pulled the cover plate from the inside. She removed the foil and pushed it back into the device, before pressing the start button four times. She turns to face me and forces an angered sigh from her lips. âHe likes you, you know that right?â
I lifted my books from the table and walked to our shared room. I took in the words that she threw at me with each step and digested them. Kirishima liked me. It wasnât as though I didnât have an inkling that he may be, sorta found me attractive. Although I wore glasses, I wasnât blind. At least with them on. I saw the way he looked at me when we were less than a foot apart. Shoulders practically touching as we slouched over the Advanced American History textbook. Our hands brushing against each otherâs ever so often. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at me longer than a few seconds; the blush on his cheeks when I smiled at his corny jokes. His persistent tendency to walk me home, although most times, we finished our study sessions just before dusk. The way he stayed glued to my side during the journey to my dorm. How heâd carry my books on the way. I noticed it all and practically welcomed it, since I too found him attractive. The spiky redhead just had a way of making everyone swoon over him. Kirishima was genuinely a nice person, not because there was something in it for him, but just because.
The beeping from the microwave brought me back to reality. I placed the textbooks on the designated space on the shelf and fixed my scattered stationery from that morning. Liza shuffled in with a bowl of baked fetta pasta, and a piece of toasted garlic bread a few minutes later. She placed the bowl on the desk, with a fork, a can of sparkling soda, and my favorite metal straw.
âWhat did I do to deserve you?â I said with a tired smile.
âHelped me pass âText and Ideasâ with an A-,â Liza smiled back and placed a hand on my shoulder.
âOh right,â I took a seat at the desk and forked the starchy dish in my mouth. âThis is heaven-sent.â
âI knew youâd like it!â She deemed walking to her own desk. âI got the recipe from tiktok.â
I hum in response and continued to stuff my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grab the phone from my back pocket and unlocked it. A new message from Kirishima was the newest notification from many and it said:
Hey, I am sorry for not showing up. My teammate got shitfaced and decided to take a dive into the fountain. It took three of us to pull him out. It sucks because I was really looking forward to seeing you.
Since my mouth had already filled to its brink with pasta, I opted for a tight-lipped smirk instead of a toothy one. Kirishima all but admitted that he missed me. My hunch was right: the feelings are mutual. I swallowed the pasta and swiveled around in my chair to look at Liza. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but she snapped her head up to laugh at the content on her screen. Once she was down laughing, I picked my phone up and pointed it in her general direction. Reaching forward, she grasped the device and quickly read the message.
âDonât respond to him,â she said, handing the phone back to me.
âWhy? I thought you were shipping us together?â I asked whilst forking more pasta in my mouth.
âThatâs why Iâm telling you what I am telling you!â Liza rose to her feet and in a split second, she stood in front of me with a sickening smile.
âI am afraid to ask,â I said with a sigh.
âYou donât have to; Iâm gonna tell you anyway,â she squats between my legs and widens her smile. âThat boy is already wrapped around your finger, all you need to do is pull away. Just a tiny bit and heâll come running.â
âLiza. . .â
âHear me out!â She rose to her feet again and walked to the closet. âRemember when I went thrift shopping last week and I picked up that cute bodycon dress?â
âYeah. . . ?â
âWell, I washed it and realized that it didnât have the BODY to fill it out properly.â She pulls the dress from the closet and turns back to me. âAnd since the Homecoming Afterparty is at the Quarterback's house tomorrow night, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to wear it.â
I eye the dress, taking in its extremely short length and strappy detailing on the front. One wrong move and my breasts would spill right out of it. But, one right move would have them fall onto Kiriâs lap. I tried my best to list the pros and cons of the situation. Pondering what I could get out of the ordeal going to the lionâs den dressed as a gazelle. Yet, all I could imagine was me twerking on someoneâs son and taking him home afterward.
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The dress fit like a glove: perfectly tight, almost like a second skin, but very breathable. I paired it with some hoop earrings, a few bangles on each wrist, and 3-inch kitten heels. My goal was to dress to impress, not nurse my aching arches by the end of the night. The entire ride over to the nicer part of town was nerve-wracking, for one, the Uber driver wouldnât stop staring at my cleavage from the driverâs mirror. And, secondly, Liza practically had phone sex with her boyfriend, who was going to meet us at the party. I stared down at my phone the whole time, rereading Kiriâs message and the ones he sent afterward. It was true, he was wrapped around my finger. He didnât double text; Kirishima sent five messages in a row.
Hey, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to talk about yesterday.
Iâll buy you that weird thing you like from Starbucks.
The drink you said that tastes like the moon.`
And Iâll get you those cake pop things.
My heart couldnât help but flutter; I didnât know he was paying that much attention to me. I only mentioned that Starbucks drink once in his presence, quite a while ago. It had to be a little over a month ago, yet he still remembered.
The car stopped and Liza popped right out. Her 34 inch Brazilian, straight swaying behind her as she closes the door. Still chatting with her boyfriend, she motions me out of the car with an eager smile. Reluctantly, I detach myself from the cool leather and tug on my dress as I closed the door behind me. I looked up toward the mansion before me, white paint and overwhelming size almost frightened me. But, when I saw a familiar, spiky-haired, redhead, all my potential fear left my body and warmth replaced it.
Kirishimaâs back was to me; he was having an intense conversation with his best friend, Bakugo, one of the teamâs Linebackers. The blond was so close to popping a fuse but Kiri was struggling to keep from laughing directly in his face. I approach the porch, slow and sensual, my eyes glued to him the entire walk over. Kirishima briefly turns around to address a comer of the group, Sero, an offensive player, when his eyes come up the steps. The humorous expression on his face drops and is replaced with awe. The other two boys look in the direction of his eyesight and replicate his reaction.
âHiââ I lifted my hand to wave, but it never made it past my abdomen. Liza appeared right in front of me and captured my wrist.
âGirl, itâs our song! Hurry up!â She said as she proceeded to drag me into the house.
âByeâ! Wait, damn!â
Liza pulled me to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room of the home. She starts to bop side to side, swaying her hips in place. It takes me a few seconds to register that â34+35â was blasting the speakers. Liza twirls around me in a fit of giggles and continues to bop along to the music.
âI thought you liked âpositionsâ better than this track?â I questioned as I matched her rhythm.
âI do! I just had to get you out of there,â Liza answered as she swayed her head back and forth. Which made her hair move in an angelic wave behind her bandeau top and pencil skirt. âThose three guys looked like they wanted to run a train on you.â
âELIZABETH!!!!â I screamed with a shocked smile.
âWhat?! Iâm not lying!â She gives me a bashful smirk. âYou look so good, mamas! Shit, you're making me rethink my relationship with Shinso.â
âOh my god!â I laughed. âI canât take your ass anywhere, for real!â
The song began to fade out and bleed into âPussy Talkâ with the infamous City Girls. Lizaâs soft bops began to move into full booty bouncing. Soon her hands are on her knees and sheâs throwing her ass back on my lap. I press my hand flat on her back and lift my other hand in the air. She whines her waist and looks back at me as her inner hot girl is threatening to make an appearance. Shortly after the first verse, Liza straightens her back and dances around me as I bop to the side, bouncing my ass to the music. A smile comes to my lips as my favorite part plays on full blast.
âPussy talented, it do cartwheels,â Liza and I screamed in unison. âAnd he pay âcause he like how that part feel.â
âPussy give speeches, heartfelt,â I continued, popping my back against my friend.
âYuh,â Liza ad-libbed.
âSaid the pussy really talk like it Garfield,â I rapped as I felt Lizaâs hands glide up my sides.
âIt do!â
We danced around each other for the rest of the song and pulled away from the floor, desperately needing to hydrate. We practically stumbled toward the makeshift bar across the living room. We reached into the cooler and pulled out two bottles of water. We chugged the water and tossed the empty bottles in the trash.
âOnly water, ladies?â Mineta asked as we turned back towards the dance floor. âYou donât want something a little. . . stronger?â
âGet lost, grape juice,â a familiar voice suddenly came out of nowhere.
Just a few feet behind the purple blob stood Kirishima and Shinso. If looks could kill, Minetaâs body parts would be staining the marble floors and messing up my fresh pedicure. The poor excuse for a human scurried away as both football players approached us. Shinso instantly wrapped his arms around Liza and planted a kiss on her forehead.
âHaving fun, baby girl?â His low voice sounded sensual against the harsh music.
A seductive smile falls on Lizaâs face. âI wouldâve had even more fun if you actually danced with me for once.â
âYou know I donât likeââ
âToo bad!â She pulled Shinso to the dance floor.
Leaving me alone with Kirishima. I turned to look at him and offered him an awkward smile. âHow was your diving lesson?â
The redhead returned my smile and scratched the back of his neck. âSo you did read me my texts? I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.â
âNot at you, per se,â I replied thinking of my words carefully.
âThen who were you mad at?â Kirishima closes the distance between us and puts a finger under my chin. He redirects my attention to his face and gives me a smirk.
He looked good and he knew it. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. But, he paired it with a burgundy leather jacket and a Cuban link silver chain. He had a gold wristwatch on his left wrist and a simple chain on his right. And his cologne. . . it danced in my nostrils. It wasnât too heavy or suffocating; you simply had to be close to him to smell it.
Kirishima was playing a dangerous game and he knew it.
âAt the people that take you away from me,â I looked at him with doughy eyes and slightly parted lips. A look of innocence was written all over my face.
Kirishima clenched his jaw and briefly looked away. A blush starting to form on his cheeks. âWell, Iâ. Shit.â He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words, before saying âYou donât know what you do to me, Y/N.â
âAnd whatâs that?â I asked while removing his hand from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I gently kiss his bruised knuckles, never breaking eye contact while doing so.
The redhead opens his mouth to speak but is rudely interrupted by a yelling Liza.
âGET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, BITCH!!!! THEYâRE PLAYING OUR SONG!!!!â
While I was talking to Kirishima, the music seemed to slip away. I had no idea what was playing until I refocused my attention on the blaring speakers. âCome on, Kiri. Duty calls.â I drag him to the dance floor.
Liza unlatches herself from Shinso and twirls around me. âIâm not shy, Iâll say it. Iâve been picturing you naked.â
âIâm a little faded, you look like a fucking painting,â I continue the verse as I glide my hands along my body. âBig doe eyes, amazinâ. Sheâs everything Iâve been prayinâ.â
Liza walked up to Kirishima and glided her hand along his chest. âMe and your girlfriend playinâ dress-up house.â She pressed two fingers against her lips and poked her tongue out. âI gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.â
Kirishima blushes a bright red, nearly matching his hair. It takes everything in me not to laugh.
I look back at Shinso and heâs just shaking his head with a smile on his face.
âGo get your girlfriend, before she devours your teammate,â I said giggly quietly.
âGo get your best friend before she kills your loverboy,â Shinso counters looking down at me with a smirk.
âHe looks like he's gonna pass out,â I replied, struggling to contain my laughter.
âIf you think thatâs bad, you shouldâve seen him when you were twerking on Liza,â Shinso jested while leaning closer to me. âEijiro looked like he came in his pants.â
I smacked his arm and leaned against his chest. âYouâre lying!â Laughter overcame my body; tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.
âI swear to god,â Shinso struggled to say while laughing. âThen, when Bakugo called you hot. . . Eiji almost went feral.â
âStop. . . I canât breathe. . .â
âYou better fuck him like the world is ending. . . I canât keep stopping him from. . . fighting the entire team over you.â
âYou and Liza. . . perfect for each other. . . I cannot. . .â
The song swiftly faded out into another. Yet another one of Lizaâs favorites: Buss it by Erika Banks.
The young woman peeled herself from Kirishima and began walking to her boyfriend. I distanced myself from Shinso and walked over to Kirishima. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. âAre you okay, Kiri?â A smile painted my lips.
His eyes darkened and he gripped my waist firmly. âI want you. . . so bad right now.â
âHow about we get outta here?â I suggested with a raised eyebrow.
âGo say goodbye to your friends, Iâll bring the car around,â Kirishima asserted with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before detaching himself from me and walking out of the living room.
I turned back to Shinso and Liza, who were seconds away from eating each otherâs face off. I tapped the loving couple and cleared my throat. They both pulled away and stared at me.
"We're leaving," I said simply.
"About fucking time," Liza replied with a smirk. "You better come back to the dorm in a goddamn wheelchair, if not, I'm sending you back to his place."
"You have like zero chill," I shook my head and waved goodbye.
"Don't forget to use protection!" Liza yelled after me.
A chuckle fell from my lips as I walked out of the front door. I found Kirishima exactly where he said he'd be: parked in front of the massive house, within a bright red mustang. He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened my door and helped me get in. Kirishima made sure I was buckled in and comfortable before entering the car on the driver's side.
He starts the vehicle, and places his right hand on my thigh. He gives the plush fresh a securing squeeze before pulling away from the curb.
The drive was short and sweet, averaging around ten minutes. We parked across the street from the boysâ dorm hall and exited the car. Kirishima opened my door and helped me out of the vehicle.
"If you don't want this, I could always take you home," he said as he shut my door. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."
"I want this more than you know," I responded while gripping his hand. "But, if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."
Kirishima nods and smiles. "Good girl. Now let's go."
The moment his dorm's door closed, his body was pressed against mine and his hand glued to my waist. His lips massaged against my own, slow and sensually. I moaned against the kiss, and pressed my body closer to his. He felt so good attached to me, almost like he was meant to be against me. His searing hot kisses inched down my jawline and to my neck. Kirishima's hands slid up my abdomen and to my shoulders, he slipped the straps from the curved surface and pulled away just enough just to allow me to remove them from my arms.
He kissed the other side of my neck, leaving little bites here and there. The redhead ran his tongue against my collarbones and I swear a flood rushed to my nether regions. Kirishima kissed down and left my breast, gathering the anticipation that swirled through my body before latching his lips on my nipple. A throat my moan fell from my mouth and my legs jolted slightly. My mind continued to fog as he nestled against the sensitive bud, while happily moaning against the soft flesh. I pressed one hand against the front door and another in his hair.
Pants left my lips as I began to squirm underneath his body. "Take me to the bed, please," I begged while looking down at him. " I want you so bad, Kiri."
The redhead detached himself from my breast and gripped my chin. "Say my name, baby." His red eyes stared deeply into my brown ones, taking in every little detail of my expression.
"Eijiro," I said breathlessly.
"Say it again," he broke eye contact and gripped my waist.
"Eijiro."
His hands slipped down the curve of my rear and to my legs. He lifted limbs from off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his leg immediately afterward and giggled.
He walked further into the dorm room and passed through another dorm. He sits me on the extra-long twin bed and falls to his knees between my legs. Kiri unlatches my strappy heel and tosses it to the other side of the room. While he does the other foot, a smirk presses against his lips.
"What?" I asked while looking down at him.
"I'm just thinking about how this started," he said while smiling. "How my shifty grades gave me the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Stop it," I counter with a blush on my face. "You're exaggerating."
"Baby, I mean it with every fiber of my being when I say this," he leaned forward. "I've wanted to be with you for a while now, I just didn't know if you'd like me back. And I was kinda ashamed of taking so long to say something because you're so sweet and you really helped me a lot with Advanced American History. I didnât want you to think I was using you for information or anything."
I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his forehead. "I liked you even before I officially knew you. When you beat the shit out of that guy that tried to home a drunk girl."
"I don't even remember that."
"It was during a Halloween party last year, that was when I first saw you. And I thought, "wow I wish more men like him existed in this world"."
"I can't believe you remember that."
"How could I not? You basically saved that girl's life and dignity. You were the only human being in a room full of predators. That's when I knew I wanted you for myself."
Kirishima laughs. "Greedy, little Y/N."
I shrugged.
"Come here."
I gathered the football player into my arms and pressed my lips onto his. Taking in every ounce of his kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip. Slipping my tongue within his mouth. Tugging against his collar to close the distance between us. After a few seconds, Kirishima kissed down my body again until he was face to face with my heated center. He scrunched the dress around my waist and pulled my panties off my legs before spreading my legs wide open.
"Oh⊠look how wet you are, baby," he kissed the soft skin in between my thighs. "All for me."
Kirishima dipped his head between my legs and took a long swipe at the sticky mess between them. A shiver ran along my spine, Arching my back, I released a soft whimper and spread my legs further apart. He dipped his tongue into the smooth canal repeatedly, bobbing his head as he completed the action. His calloused hands slid up my legs once more and hooked around my thighs. Kiri moved his hot mouth from the very bottom of my womanhood to the top, leaving a long string of spit along the way. The redhead sucked on the protruding bud tenderly; with hollowed cheeks, he looked up from my heat and stared into my eyes. I bit my lip and moaned loudly.
âFuck, you feel good,â I arched my back against his mouth and bucked my hips slowly.
Kirishima released my bud with a silent âpopâ and began lapping the rosy, pink button in great haste. My legs jolted at the new source of stimulation and a throaty whine fell from my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirmed underneath his mouth, desperately wanting to add more friction. Kiri noticed my slutty movements and began to move his tongue even faster.
âAh. . . just like that, donât stop,â my fingers gathered my bosoms and gave them a firm squeeze. The walls of my slick cave began to clench and release themselves at a faster pace. Tingles rose up my body, swirling against my lower abdomen, almost numbing my lower half entirely. Then, a searing sensation ripped through me, causing my hips to raise from the bed and my knees to shake. A low scream left my mouth as I felt the throbbing of my bud increase tremendously.
âOh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!â My hips fell on the bed again and my legs shook violently. Kirishima steadied them as much as he could before a whole another wave hit my body and my entire being went still.
âAh! Eijiro!â I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body for the last time. Pants left my throat and short spurts, just as sweat dripped from my forehead. I looked down at Kirishima, who had just pulled away from my spasming cunny. He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldnât believe his eyes. He looked down at my wrecked body, taking in the shaking limbs, the thin layer of sweat upon it, and the scrunched-up dress at the waist.
âYou sounded so hot screaming my name,â he finally said after a few seconds of silence. âNo one has ever made it sound so good as you.â
âWell, grab a condom and Iâll scream your name for the rest of the night,â I replied with a smirk. âIf you can last that long.â
âOh, baby,â Kiriâs smile widened. âYou have no idea.â
He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms from the top drawer. He ripped one off the sleeve and walked back over to me. I pulled the scrunched-up dress over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked over at Kiri and heâd already stripped himself of his T-shirt. He was currently unbuckling his belt with the condom packet in his mouth. His massive bulge immediately caught my eye and I moaned in anticipation. Kirishima rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls latex down his throbbing shaft. My walls clench at the delicious sight and I could feel my nipple begin to stiffen
âIf youâre still tired, we can wait a littleââ Kirishima begins to say before I cut him off.
âEijiro, stop being nice and fuck me like a slut.â
His lips were on mine within the next heartbeat. His hands roamed every crevice of my body, taking in the soft tissue and stretchmarks lovingly. His throbbing member slowly slid into me with little to no friction. He made sure to thumb my clitoris while inserting himself, just so he wouldnât hurt me. And I swear, I was seconds away from asking him to marry me. He gently moved his hips backward, and then pushed forward again. Highlighting his first stroke. He looked at the crimson hue on my face and leaned down to kiss me.
âYou are so pretty, princess,â Kiri groaned softly, as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. âSo, so pretty.â
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Our tongues danced together as his member tenderly kissed my sensitive walls with each thrust. Kirishima moaned against my lips, as he took in every part of that union. He hiked up one of my legs and hooked it around his waist while he cradled the back of my neck with the other. He looked into my eyes as he increased the pressure of his strokes and their depth. My mouth hung open, and drool poured from the side of it as he kept up the sickening pace. My eyes began to roll back as throat moans rose from the depth of my body.
âOh God. . .â I slurred as the pleasure increased within my body.
âAww look at my pretty baby,â Kiri grunted as he rested his hand on my neck. He pressed his thumb between my lips.
I sucked on the digit and looked into his eyes. He moved his hips faster and my lips separated from around the finger. Pants fell from my lips as I felt his member sensually assault my cervix. After a few minutes, Kirishima suddenly pauses and hikes one of my legs up to his shoulders. He readjusts his body, leaving his hand on my neck and placing his hand on my clit. Kiri began to rock his hips in a powerful, but steady motion. He rubs the throbbing bud in a gentle motion, slowly gathering every ounce of pleasure within my body. The pace of my breathing increased rapidly, as the pool in my stomach began to inflate. Whimpers fell from my lips as I gripped the sheets underneath me.
âIâm so close. . .â I whispered through tight lips. âPlease donât stop. . .â
âYouâre squeezing me so deliciously tight, baby,â Kirishima grunts as a droplet of sweat drops from his brow. âMilking my cock for everything itâs worth. What a greedy little cunny you have.â
âEijiro. . . I wanna cum so bad,â I whimpered through pants. âPlease let me cum, baby.â
Kirishima curses under his breath and releases his hand from my throbbing bud. He places both hands onto my neck, thumbs pressing against my jaw. He eases his body forward and keeps his sickening pace. âYouâre gonna be the death of me, I swear.â
I sucked in a breath and wrapped my hands around his forearms. I furrow my brows and pant with my mouth open. âYou make me feel so good, Eiji. So fucking good!â
âYouâre mine, you hear me?â He drops his hands from my neck and presses his forehead to mine. âYou donât get to fuck anyone else. . . . .You donât get to be with anyone else. . . .My name will be the only name you moan for the rest of your life, do you understand?â
I nod. âI understand.â
âYouâre mine and no one else's.â
He pulls me into a searing hot kiss. Drinking in all the love and energy throughout my body. I hook my arms around his neck and moan against his lips. Suddenly, I felt an intense rush of adrenaline pass through my body and everything seemed to go silent. A low ringing noise sounded in my ear as my mouth fell open. I dug my arms into his back and clung to his body. Every fiber of my being tensed and my mind went completely blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, my body released itself and collapsed onto the bed. I opened my eyes lazily to see Kirishimaâs eyes tightly closed and his hips slightly shaking. Once he finished his ride, his body relaxed and he lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled me into an embrace and pressed another kiss onto my lips.
I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his crimson eyes. âWere you serious about calling me yours?â
âUgh. . . yes?â He replied hesitantly. Then, he added âIf thatâs okay with you! I donât wanna force youââ
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â I cut him off with a smirk.
âOh, I was worried for a second.â
âThe only thing you should be worried about is your Advanced American History grade.â
âOh, right. . .â
âYou miss another one of my sessions, Iâll ignore you again.â
âPlease donât! I will be present at every session.â
âGood. And you have to be Starbucks.â
âThe drink that tastes like the moon?â
âMatcha latte with 2 pumps of chai. Yup.â
âAnd two chocolate cake pops.â
âMhm. You know me so well.â
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Draco Malfoy x Reader Smut
Sorry Iâve been gone! Iâm super motivated right now so Iâm gonna try getting a bunch of these done because Iâm kinda in the mood if you get my drift ;)
Requests from anon:Â
âok, i have a kinky ass request, could you do smut with draco, where he spits in the readers mouth-â
âmean draco who loves degrading you (consensually of course) and face fucking and maybeeeeeee hes into knife playâ
âPLEASE PLEASE ANGRY SEGGS W/ DRACO. ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUTâ
Summary: After spending too much time with Potter, Draco finally snaps.
Warnings: Angry sex, jealous draco, mouth spitting, dirty talk.
Harry and I had been good friends since we sat together on the train our first year of Hogwarts. While I wasnât part of the trio I was still a good friend of Harryâs which really rubbed Draco the wrong way.Â
Lately I had been spending a lot of time with Harry because he was needing some advice about Ginny from someone who wasnât so close to her. Mostly he needed to get out, so most of the time we would walk around the black lake in order for him to clear his mind.Â
Today was just like every other. It was a lovely spring day and Harry was unsure of how to get Ginnyâs attention.Â
âWhy donât you just buy her flowers!â I said after already suggesting poetry, chocolate and just plainly asking her out.Â
âI donât want to be so direct!â He exclaimed. âIf she doesnât wanna go out with me I gotta play it cool or Iâll never live it down!â
âSometimes you have to put your heart on the line!â I said.
âWhat about you and that git Malfoy huh? How did you end up with a guy like him?â
Harry! I know you and Malfoy arenât the best of friends but heâs sweet to me and for your information he won me over using poetry, chocolate, flowers and asking me out!â I laughed.Â
Before Harry could come back with a sly remark thunder rumbled and almost as if we were in a muggle cartoon it started to rain cats and dogs.Â
âBloody hell!â I said.
âLetâs get back home,â Harry laughed.Â
We started off right away towards the courtyard which ended up being a lot farther away than we remembered. The rain started to soak through my white school dress shirt causing me to shiver.
âOf course!â I sighed crossing my arms over my chest trying to conceal my black bra that was showing through and keep myself warm.Â
âHere take this,â Harry said holding out his quidditch zip up. I looked at the back âPOTTERâ was written in big yellow letters. I knew I didnât dare wear it in front of Draco but I also wouldnât dare walk into school with my bra showing through my shirt. So I took his sweater and slid it on.Â
When we got to the castle not a student was in the courtyard. Though I saw a dark figure standing in the doorway. When I got there I knew all too well it was my over protective boyfriend.Â
âThank merlin I thought I was going to have to go out there and find you,â He said pulling me into the entrance and out of the rain.Â
âIâm okay just wet,â I giggled.
âWhat the bloody hell are you wearing?â he said.
âHarry let me borrow it,â I rolled my eyes at his jealousy.Â
âTake the bloody thing off!â He said ripping it off my shoulders and throwing it at Harry.
âWould you rather her freeze?â Harry said getting pissed.
âWhy donât you stop trying to mark what isnât yours Potter?â Draco said getting in Harryâs face. I had seen him and Harry quarrel many times these last few years but I had never seen Draco like this before.Â
âDraco thatâs enough,â I said putting my hand on his shoulder scared of what might happen next if I didnât step in.Â
âShove off Malfoy,â Harry said stepping towards Draco.Â
âYou dare to-â Draco started.
âDraco thatâs enough lets go!â I said pulling his arm. It was finally enough to pull him out of his trance. We started down the corridor but not without Draco throwing his arm around my shoulders and shooting Harry a death glare.Â
When we returned to Dracoâs dorm he slammed the door so hard he nearly broke it.Â
âWhat is your problem?â I yelled tired of his childish behavior.Â
He stopped his pacing and quickly backed me into a wall/
âAll youâve done all week is go on walks with Potter and today you come back wearing his sweatshirt?â He spat. I knew where this was going and the excitement rose between my legs.Â
âYouâre such a jealous fuck,â I shook my head.Â
âYouâre mine,â he said placing his hand on my throat. âGet on your knees you slut.â he said pushing me down.Â
I kept eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers and peeled his boxers off his body.
âSuck,â he commanded.
I gripped his hard cock in my hand and began to kitten lick his tip driving him crazy.Â
âStop teasing y/nâ he said staring me down.
I didnât give in though. Instead I acted as if I could only take his head, which we both knew wasnât true. This of course pissed him off even more. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat letting out a sinful moan.
âThatâs a good girl,â He said fucking my face. âBe the good little cock slut we know you are.âÂ
I whimpered as his words went straight to my heat.Â
âYou like it when I fuck your face like this huh?â He said causing me to nod my head as best I could. âYeah you do you little whore, just love to be used.âÂ
It wasnât long until he was close to cumming.
âDonât swallow yet, keep it in your mouth.â he said just before spilling his seed into my mouth. I could feel his cum sitting in my mouth as I waiting for further instructions.
âOpen,â He said squeezing my cheeks together so I had no choice but to obey. He checked to make sure that his cum was still sitting in my mouth before spitting in my mouth. âSwallow,â
I did as I was told and swallowed opening my mouth to show him.
âGood girl,â He said grabbing my chin, pulling me up and throwing me towards the bed.
He started to undress me at a pace I had never seen before. He waisted no time pushing himself in starting at a brutal pace.Â
âAh Draco!â I screamed.Â
âYou like that?â He said fucking me even harder.
ây-yes!â I stuttered.Â
âCan Potter fuck you this good?â He said burying his head in my neck leaving hickeys wherever he could.
âNo Draco! Only you!â I cried out.
âWhoâs pussy is this?â He said biting down on my shoulder leaving another mark.
âYours!â I screamed feeling the knot in my stomach form.
âLouder!â He yelled sitting so he could see my face when I come.Â
âItâs your pussy Draco!â I screamed feeling myself get near the edge.Â
âThatâs my girl,â He said reaching down to rub my clit sending me over the edge. He followed suit throwing his head back so I could get a view of his Adams apple before he collapsed next to me.
It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak again.
âYou know I love you and only you right?â I said still breathless.
âOf course love, I just canât help but get a little jealous when I see a beautiful dame like you being so close with the chosen one,â he rolled his eyes.
âHe canât be the chosen one when I choose you everyday,â I smiled.Â
âYou know what I mean,â He laughed before rolling over and walking over to his closet.
âwhat are you doing?â I asked.
He pulled out an emerald green sweater with âMALFOYâ printed on the back in gray letters.Â
âYouâll wear this tomorrow,â He said handing it to me.Â
âthank god, green is more my color.â I said pulling it close to my chest admiring how it smelled like him.
âDamn right it is. I canât wait to fuck you in that tomorrow night.â he said getting back in bed pulling me into him so I was laying in his chest.
âThatâs funny I canât wait either,â
A/N: I forgot knife play and now I feel stupid so I guess Iâll be including that in a future fic. I hope you guys like this. Feedback always helps make my writing better and remember requests are open for Draco Malfoy right now so get them in!
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Love Is Worth It - Episode II:Â The Talk
Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing, slight Implied smut
Word Count: 2928
Summary: What happens when a dad has to have a tough conversation with a 5 year old about something he may never experience?
Point of View: Chris EvansÂ
Authors Note: It has been a while since Iâve written so please bear with my rustiness, and thereâs slight edits so there may be errors. RIP Chadwick Boseman.Â
Disclaimer: This is about to be super dramatic and very fluffy. Also italicized is a flashback.
Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss if you would like to join the taglist message me.
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I Just Donât Understand...
As I walk into the house i was having a hard time processing what had just happened on the other side of the door and having a screaming child, barking dog and the anxiety monster on my back isnât helping.
And I swore I put the heater on but the house was cold and empty.
âDelilah give daddy a minute sweetheartâ I told my crying baby girl.
She cried as loud as she could as I sat her down on the couch with a now whimpering Dodger at her feetÂ
As I paced trying to think, the commotion around me was crippling, I just couldnât endure the pain my entire body was in, I was in a state of powerlessness.
Iâm always prepared especially for moments like these, but at the amount my ability to think was out of the window when I realized i was not mentally prepared for this. Doing the next best thing I called in reinforcements.
the phone rang four times before he picked up âChris this better be damn important and why is my niece screaming like sheâs dying?â Austin said on the other line.
I sighed running my hands through my hair âItâs Maya, she just got arrested in driveway and I donât know what to do an- quiet down sweetheart, itâll be alright.â I said.
I sat down on the couch laid Dede on my chest as I tried my best to calm her down, and keep myself together.
âHold on, What do you mean arrested, what did she do.â Austin asked in shock now giving me his full attention.
Who is Austin you may ask?
Well he is our attorney...
Who also happens to be a prosecutor for the Southern District of New York...
Oh and did mention heâs Mayaâs older brother.
Of course I told him everything I knew and then some.
I thanked the heavens when I turned on Frozen and Delilah calmed down to a sniffle, i started to feel like I had some control of the situation.
âThatâs some bullshit man, ok listen Iâve gotta make some calls, donât go to the station, donât call for her or pick up any calls from the police station, just let me handle it and Iâll text you when itâs taken care of got it?â Austin said
I sighed âAlright we can do thatâ Austin chuckles âlook I know that feeling of being helpless right now, and itâs all gonna be alright, sheâs gonna back home tonight, so just relax, this is just something we sadly have to go through, Iâll be over this weekend to check on herâ I nodded like he could see me and we hung up.
I took a deep breath and rubbed Delilahâs back and a few tears escaping from my eyes as looked at Elsa save Anna at the end of frozen. I wiped my face because I had to stay strong for my baby girl and I looked down at her.
âHey Lilah how about some pizza for dinner tonight?â I asked her, nodding her head she wiped her nose mumbling that she was gonna take a bath.
She reminded more and more of her mom everyday from her big brown eyes to her high cheeks and button nose she was becoming just like the woman love.
When she got up all I could think about was when Maya was pregnant with Delilah.
âââââ
Maya laid on the bed rubbing her belly looking at me with an annoyed look on her face.
âChris Iâm being serious there is going be a day when we are going to have to face the reality that we will have to talk about race relations with our little peanutâ Maya said.
I chuckle as i walking out of our connected bathroom leaning against the doorframe looking in adoration of her infatuation with her little belly.
âBabe I understand that trust me Iâve read more how to raise a multiracial baby books than I can countâ I said. She looks at me Iâm like Iâm crazy and rolls her eyes.
âMaya Iâm joking but donât you think its a bit early to having these conversation the baby isn't even here yet babe.â I sighedÂ
Shaking her head she gets up from the bed âwell that was a terrible joke Chris and it's never too early to think ahead especially since, I may not always be around so you have to be one to be prepared.â She said.
She steps in front of the vanity mirror in our room stripping the red satin body hugging dress she wore from our dinner date tonight. I know what she was doing but I couldnât focus on how beautiful her glow was because of how morbid she was acting.
Walking to her from the door frame, I got up behind her and wrapped my arms around her softly rubbing her belly. âDonât say that, we are going to be together till infinity you better believe that.â I placed my chin on her shoulder and kissed her check.
She whispered sadly âChris I do believe that, Itâs just statics show that black women are 3x more likely to die in childbirth than white women, I just want you to be preparedâ I groaned.
She reminds me that deathening fact at least once a week but I keep my cool stood up straight and grabbed her hands, placing them on her belly while intertwining them with mine.
We caught each other's gaze in the mirror, her pregnancy glow makes me want to make sure she keeps popping out babies. The way her skin glistened under our dimmed lights and how soft she felt under my touch to her sweet smell Lavender, this woman was my world.
âLook I refuse to leave that hospital without you ok. Maya I donât know what Iâd do if I were to lose youâ I softly respondÂ
âNow repeat after me we are going to have a beautiful, healthy, happy baby girl and we are leaving that hospital together.â I say as we held an intense gaze through the mirror in front of us.
She chuckles âI still think our little peanut will be a boy but I guess weâll find out in a few daysâ I let out a gut busting laugh. âWhatever you say my loveâ I kiss her shoulder then the sweet spot behind her ear
I whispered in her ear âmaybe we can start you know practicing for that baby boy right now?âÂ
I stand, slowly pushing her back down bending her in front of the vanity with her hands on the chair, I move my hands to her hip and sent a smack to her ass.
She sucked her teeth âDonât think youâre slick we arenât done with this conversationâ she moans as I gently rub her clit. I chuckled and got to work.
âââââââ
I concluded that without her no matter how much weâve prepared there is no way I was ready to handle situations like these especially alone.
By the time the pizza gets here Iâve emptied the groceries from Mayaâs car, feed Dodger and changed the movie.
When I came into the kitchen Delilah was on her little step stool gabbing the plates then the cheese and utensils.
I raised an eyebrow very confused as to when my little girl was becoming a big girl.
âWhen did you become so independent Dedeâ I said give each of us two slices
She gave me a said smile and said âI just watch mommy do it.â She shrugged
We walk in to the living room and I started Princess and the Frog or Delilahâs favorite movie.
We sat in silence for a bit and then sniffling again she asked âdaddy why did they take mommy todayâ
This is the talk Iâve been dreading it was something Maya and I agreed weâd give her when she was 10 and weâd give it together.
When we talk about it all Maya would say was âyou will know what to say when the time comes at least thatâs what my mom saysâ
Yet all I could do was look at those big brown eyes and hesitate, i paused the movie, grabbed her hand and just went off the cuff with what came from the heart.
I sigh âlook at our hands do you see any difference?â
She nodded âyeah mommy says she dark chocolate, youâre white chocolate and Iâm a cute Caramel, we are all different but we all love the sameâÂ
I laugh, it would be like my wife to be teaching me while she wasnât here.
We put our plates down and scooted closer to each other still holding hands.
I hesitate again âthe thing is sweetheart there are some but not all people in this world and a lot of them are white chocolate like me and they donât like that mommy is dark chocolate so they do mean things to them like what happened today.â She nodded with her processing the information face.
âOk daddy but why arenât more white chocolate people like you, mommy didnât do anything we just got ice cream.â She asked still somewhat confused with the entire situation.
My little peanut is one of the smartest cookies I know and I forget sometimes that she is still only 5. It pains me to see that she even with how bright she is she is still too young to fully comprehend the severity of the situation.
âThat I donât know but I do know that mommyâs gonna be ok and that no matter what I love you and mommy more than anything In the worldâ I said with a reassuring smile.
âOne more question since I-I am Caramel and not white chocolate like you would that happen to meâ she asked.
This is the dreaded question as a father you donât want to see your kids in pain you want them happy but the reality is that the one thing Iâve learned with being with Maya is that being black in a white America isnât easy.
Running my hand through my hair the wrapped my arm around her âIt may happen Lilah but mommy and I will do everything in our power to make sure you are ready for those moments, but right now just worry about being a kid and weâll take care of the rest.â She nodded and I kissed her forehead.
We continued our movie session and sat in silence until the end of the movie when Delilah wanted to watch Moana.
It was midnight on school night but I decided that Delilah wasnât going to school tomorrow and I let my assistant know to relay the message that I was not coming to set tomorrow. So I turned on the next movie.
Half-way through I got a text from Austin
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            11/25/2020 12:49am
Austin:Â Hey bro just got off the phone with the Boston PD precinct Mayaâs at sheâll be released in about one hour and she good go
Chris: Thank You, Iâm on my way.
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I wanted to cheer so loud but Dede and Dodger were asleep, so I called my parents to drop Delilah off which my mom agreed happily.
After dropping Dede off at my parents who I am still shocked were still awake this late, I headed to the precinct, my body was shaking with nerves. When I got there I parked and rushed inside.
When the front desk lady began speak I cut her off âIâm here for Maya Alonso-Evansâ she looked at me like she was gonna scream with excitement but I guess my face said it all.
She escorted me to the back âChief Demilio will see you nowâ my hands were sweaty I knocked and heard a come in.
Walking into the office there she sat with dry tear stains on her face, looking disheveled, she ran to me and threw her hands around me as she started to cry some more.
âits gonna alright baby Iâm hereâ I whispered and hugged her back tightly.
âHello Mr. Evans thank you for joining us we are just wrapping up here, would you like to take a seatâ the weird looking man behind the mahogany desk asked.
I ushered her back to her previous seat and I stood behind her placing my jacket on her shoulder as I rub them softly âno Iâm good with standingâ I say with a menacing face.
He clears his throat and looks at us awkwardly âok then, on the behalf of Boston PD we would like to give our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience of this mix up and the officers will be dealt with accordingly.â I raised an eyebrow at his shortness and at the sorry ass apology we were getting.
âOk so what is going to happen to these officers then?â I ask with my hands still on Mayaâs shoulders trying to keep both of us calm.
He smirks âone will be put on administrative leave for the next month and the other indefinitely until we can get this all sortedâ he says to us show us the file.
Maya sighs an exasperated sigh looking as if she could pass out right there.
I speak up âthatâs it the are getting a paid vacation?â I asked highly confused at this situation.
âThe board thinks due to the incidents in this case that this is best punishment we can give them, we know your upset Mr. Evans but you must look at the circumstancesâ he says talking down to me as my breathing began to pick up.
I chuckled âthe only circumstances I see was my wife being falsely accused for a crime that she didn't commit and being arrested in front our 5 year old daughter wh-â Maya put her hand up cutting me off speaking for the first time since I got there.Â
Placing her hand on top of mine âItâs ok Chris I just wanna go homeâ she got up grabbed my keys out of my hand and without another word walked out and I followed right behind her shaking my head.
She got her things they took before they booked her and we headed to the car, I opened the door for her she quietly thanked me and we started our journey home.
The first 10 minutes was a comfortable silence then I decided to break it.
I grabbed her hand and kissed it âhoney you alright?â I know it was an awful question to ask but something had to be said.
She shrugged her shoulders âI am just exhausted right now all I want is food, maybe some sex and a good cuddle with Delilah, did you leave her with your parentsâ she ask now checking her phone.
I nodded âDede asked me if what happen to you would happen to herâ we were now at a red light and looked at each other.
Maya groaned and rubbed her forehead âwhat did you say?â She looked at me again
I let out a heavy breathe âI just told her it could happen and that weâd deal with it when she got a little older and that not all people are like the men from today.â I started tapping the steering wheel with my left hand, I was nervous.
she let out a relieved sigh âOk that worksâ was all she said and I looked at her confused.
She chuckled âWhat? You did your best among the circumstances. Isnât that what the police chief said back thereâ she rolled her eyes and I laughed at her sly remark.
âThere goes my baby. Have you heard from Austin yet?â I ask turning on our street.
Then she laughed âyeah he called me while I was in a holding cell to let me know when Iâd be let out.. You know his frat brother is the attorney general of Massachusettsâ I chuckled and pulled to the driveway.
Once I parked, I got out and opened her door and she asked me to carry her in, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked us into our home.
With her looking at me as I focused on getting us both up the stairs she starts kissing me all over my face âHey I know you wish you couldâve done more babe but you did whatâs most important and that be a father to our beautiful daughter.â She said as we reached our room.
I dropped her on our California King and stood between her legs rubbing her thighs.
She sat up rubbing the hair on the back of my neck âYou are the rock to my roll you make me feel safe and today you protected me the best you could, I love you papi remember thatâ she softly kissed my lips.
Her lips tasted like sin and strawberry lip balm. Her back felt like velvet as I ran my hands up her warm body and into her hair pulling on it softly. As our kiss deepened, her embrace felt like home to me and I would not know what Iâd do if had loss her tonight.
I whispered back âI love you to the moon and back my loveâ
Many people do not agree with our relationship and donât understand why Iâd choose Maya over all the other women I could be with. But this was my choice to make and I wouldn't change a thing. However, for those who disagree with me.
Fuck Them!
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Iâm back with another idea!!đđ could you do sth like overstim/degradation with a hint of manhandling for Hyunjin or Changbin?? Plz and thank youâ€ïžâ€ïž
I know that this one took awhile so I'm sorry for the long wait but I hope you like it! I decided to write it for Changbin since I haven't written anything for him yet and I already have something for Hyunjin.
â ïžWarningsâ ïž: sub!Changbin, fem!dom!reader, mommy kink, degradation, overstimulation, a hint of manhandling, use of toys (vibrating plug), masturbation, and a lil bit of spanking.
See You at Home~
If you could use one word to describe yourself in this moment, it would be bored. Very bored. You had finished up everything you needed to do for the day and most everything you needed for tomorrow. Even so, you still had to sit in a boring, empty, office, waiting for someone to finish doing some paperwork to run up to you. The room itself was nice and spacious with a large window as the back wall so you had the perfect view of the city as well as a small wall of books (one that you had specifically requested to be put in). For some reason though, you just didn't feel like reading today, so you decided to watch some interviews of your boyfriend and his bandmates instead.Â
     You were giggling at a random comment when a texting notification popped up on your screen. You smiled to yourself as you saw who it was. Speak of the devil. You had forgotten that Changbin was free for the day so you didn't text him, thinking you wouldn't get a reply. You tilted your head in slight confusion as you saw what he had sent you. It was a video that was about a minute long, sent with the simple message 'Make sure you're wearing headphones ;)'. The thumbnail was just a black screen so you couldn't tell what it was about.
     You opened one of your desk drawers, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugging them into your phone. A few seconds into the video and your mouth went dry as a whimper filled your ears. He was face down in your bedsheets, facing the camera with his ass in the air. He had moved your body mirror so you could clearly see the vibrating buttplug he had shoved in his hole. One hand was desperately clutching the sheets next to him as the other pumped his cock, which you also noticed had a cockring around it. He was whimpering and whining into the mic, making arousal shoot through your body at the submissive sounds that flooded your ears.Â
     "M-mommy~! Ngh- I missed you s-so much. I've been teasing myself for s-o long so I could be hard for you when y-you got home, butâŠ" his words trailed off as he bit his already swollen lips. "I really wanna cum mommy! A-ah- it just feels too damn good!" You gripped your phone harder, knuckles turning white as you stare intently at the screen. He sat up, whimpering as the plug pushed deeper inside of him from the action and slowly removed the cockring. As soon as the object had been removed, he began stroking his cock at a much faster pace than he had before. "AH! Ohh- I've been thinking about you all day mommy! T-thinking about you p-pounding me into the mattress as I scr-eam for you! Oh god! Want you to t-tie me up and use me! Use me like I'm your own personal t-toy! Ngh- Oh god! - Cum! Cumming! G-gonna - A-AH!" You bit your lip as you watched his body tense up before thick ropes of white covered his hand and his stomach. He slowed down his strokes before stopping completely, giggling cutely as he grabbed the remote for the plug to turn it off. "See ya at home mommy~." He said before blowing a kissing to the camera and the screen went black.
     You stared blankly at the screen in front of you for a few minutes, clutching it tightly as thousands of thoughts clouded your mind. You snapped back to reality after you heard a small knock on the wooden doors to your office. You took out your earbuds, setting your phone down as you called for whoever it was to enter. Your secretary opened the door, arms full of paperwork. With the files secure in your office, that was your que to leave.Â
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     Changbin was standing in the kitchen, heating up popcorn for your weekly movie night when you walked in. The door slammed behind you, making him jump in surprise. A wide grin spread across his face as soon as he saw you, shuttering as he saw the dark look in your eyes.
     "Welcome home mommy! I was just working on-" He cut himself off with a quiet gasp as you slammed him against the counter, his back digging into the marble as you pressed your body to his.
     "What the hell was that? Did you think you were being cute?" You asked in a deep, raspy voice that you knew he loved. He shyly looked to the floor, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.
     "I-I'm sorry mommy." He claimed, but you could see the small smile making its way onto his face. You gripped his thighs tightly, making him whimper. You quickly spun him around, gripping his hair tightly and bending him over. He whined loudly, squirming in your grip as you landed a harsh slap to his ass. You pulled down his pants and boxers, ready to spank him again when you noticed something. Anger flared in you as you saw that he was still wearing the plug from the video. You yanked his head up by his hair so you could growl in his ear.
     "So this is how it's gonna be, huh? What the hell has gotten into you? Usually you're so good for me Binnie, what happened?" He bit his lip with a whimper, turning his eyes to look at you.
     "I-I - It's just - you haven't fucked me in so long! I just wanted to get mommy's attention." He whined out, squirming in your grip. You scoffed at his answer. He was kidding right?
     "If I remember correctly baby, I fucked you a little over a week ago, didn't I? Are you really such a filthy cockslut you can't go that long without mommy's cock pounding into you?" He moaned, grinding his hips back into yours.
     "Y-yes mommy! I-I'm such a slut for you! I can't live without mommy's cock destroying me! Please mommy~!" Your hand that wasn't in his hair gripped his hip tightly to stop them from grinding into you, making him whine. You pushed his head down so his cheek was pressed against the cold countertop.
     "I'm gonna go grab something, so don't move or I'm not gonna even think about touching you." He whined in slight aggravation as you disappeared but stayed still nonetheless. You weren't surprised to see most of your toys laid out on the bed already. You rolled your eyes, picking up the control for the plug, taking your time with putting away the other toys your boyfriend had laid out. You smiled once you had entered, happy to see Changbin still bent over the counter where you left him.
     "So you can listen?" He nodded enthusiastically, turning to look at you.
     "Wanna be a good boy for mommy." You had to hold back from laughing at his statement.
     "I think it's too late for that baby." You hummed, twirling the remote in your hand before turning it to the lowest setting. Changbin shuttered, whimpering at the sensation. You smirked at his reaction, pushing his thin t-shirt farther up his back so you could press open mouthed kisses up his spine. You bit down on the base of his spine, leaving a mark as you reached for the ring at the base of the plug. A loud whine left his lips when you pulled it out slightly, but was immediately followed by a gasp as you harshly thrusted it back into him. Submissive noises continued to flow from his lips as you harshly thrusted the plug in and out of him. He suddenly let out a loud gasp followed by a high pitched moan.
     "O-Oh fuck! Mommy! R-right there!" He whimpered as his arms reached out to grab anything, eventually deciding on gripping the opposite edge of the counter. You smirked down at him, chuckling at his disheveled state.
     "What's the matter Binnie? You were so confident in your little video earlier, so what's the problem?" He whined, squirming against the counter as his thighs started to shake from how close he was to his release.Â
     "I-I'm sorry m-mommy! I- AH - I-I really am! Mommy! I w-wanna cum! N-need to cum so bad!" You raised your eyebrow, scoffing at his statement.Â
     "You need to? But you came earlier, didn't you? I remember you cumming all over my sheets like a filthy slut because you couldn't wait for me to get home." You growled down at him, digging your nails into the flesh of his hips. He whimpered loudly, trying to grind back into the toy.
     "Please mommy! I-I'll be good for you from now on! Promise!" He whined, turning his head so he could look back at you with a pleading look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes before smirking and moving your other hand to play with his tip. You leaned over him so you could whisper in his ear.Â
     "Go ahead baby, cum for mommy." He came while a mantra of 'thank you's left him. He let out a breath of exhaustion before whimpering once your hands didn't slow their movements. His eyes widened in realization.
     "W-wait, mommy!" He whined, squirming to get away from your hands. You removed your hand from his dick to spank him once, making him whimper.
     "Stay still. I thought you said you were gonna be a good boy for mommy." His whimpers turned to loud moans as the pain from the overstimulation drifted into pleasure. You snickered when you noticed him grinding back into your hands. "I thought you wanted me to stop, baby." He shook his head violently, whimpering as he felt a knot build up in his belly.
     "D-don't stop! Please d-don't stop! F-feels so good!" You leaned over him again, pressing your breasts to his back as you bit and sucked marks onto his neck. He was so focused on the pleasure he was receiving, he didn't notice that you moved one of your hands until he felt the vibrations from the plug suddenly shoot up. You smirked at his surprised gasps and whines as you switched the plug to max, stopping the thrusts to press it directly against his prostate. He babbled incoherently as the pleasure overtook his body, his sudden orgasm hitting him hard. His jaw fell open in a silent moan as his release covered the underside of the counter. You pressed the plug into him harder, making another spurt of cum shoot out of his tip before turning the toy off and carefully pulling it out of him. You removed his shirt so you could clean up the counter before pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off so you could clean them later.
     His body twitched slightly when you removed the plug. His mind was fuzzy and he couldn't even think about where he was until he felt his warm sheets around him. He hadn't even realized you had cleaned him up and moved him to the bedroom. You smiled at him, pushing some of his hair out of his face before bringing him into a sweet kiss. He smiled against your lips, pushing himself as close to you as he could. You cupped his face in your hands as you pulled away to look at him.
     "Are you alright baby?" He smiled at your concern before nodding, burying his face in your neck.
     "I'm fine." You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled him closer to you.
     "Good. You can always tell me if I go too far y'know. I don't want to hurt you too bad." He looked up at you, pressing a few kisses to your jawline.Â
     "I know you would never hurt me like that. I trust you." He mumbled. Your heart warmed at his statement and you kissed the top of his head.
     "I love you baby." All you got in return was a quiet snore, making you giggle before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.
#dom!reader#dom reader#sub!kpop#sub kpop#sub!idol#sub idol#sub!stray kids#sub stray kids#sub!skz#sub skz#sub!changbin#sub changbin#seo changbin#skz smut#skz changbin#skz imagines#skz reactions#skz scenarios#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#kpop imagines
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hullo pls could you maybe do from the prompt list 'Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.' with jesse? or echo, i love them both very much so whoever you'd rather write would be just fantastic (: đ
thanks Emma!!!! anything for u đ iâm gonna go with jesse for this one, though iâm desperate to write for my boy echo in the near future. (i am very quickly learning i canât keep these brief to save my life, oops)
pairing is jesse x reader:
âHeard you landed your ass in here again, idiot.â
It comes out harsher than you mean, but the rush of anger-joy-relief that floods through you when you see Jesse propped up in bed, awake and laughing with one of his brothers, is like a battering ram. You put out one hand to steady yourself against the doorframe and blink, startled by the way your eyes are stinging.
âIf only heâd actually landed on his ass,â Hardcase laughs. Heâs lounging on the end of the bed in the bottom half of his armour, legs crossed in front of him. âDiâkut went down on his head instead.â
âThanks, âCase,â Jesse sighs, before looking at you sheepishly. âI was goinâ to comm you.â
You sniff in distain and push into the room proper. âWhat, in three to five business days? I had to find out from one of the mechanics, Jesse.â
Jesse scowls and you feel your eyes sting again at just how small he looks against the sheets. The white bandages on his chest and wrapped around his skull are stark against the rich brown of his skin. You donât think you have really breathed in the last three days, not since contact with Torrent went down and it suddenly hit you that you might never get to speak to him again.
âHow is this my fault? I was karking unconscious and youâre going to hold that against me?â
âWell,â Hardcase says, eyes darting between the pair of you. He shoves himself off the bed, clapping a hand on Jesseâs blanketed leg. âSounds like my cue to check out. The boys are settinâ up a round of sabacc in the barracks, donât wanna hold âem up.â
You wave absently to him as he leaves, not taking your eyes off of Jesseâs as your chest fills with fire. You open your mouth to snap back, but the pure weariness that flashes across Jesseâs face sinks in like a knife between your ribs and suddenly youâre just tired.
You collapse into the vacant chair beside his bed and put your face in your hands.
âKriff, Jess, Iâm sorry.â You huff out a little laugh. âI came here to cheer you up, believe it or not.â
Looking up, youâre in time to see Jesseâs face soften. He reaches out and knocks his fist gently against your temple.
âBold strategy youâre usinâ.â
You swallow tightly and keep your eyes on the blankets when you make your next admission, choking the words out. âI didnât mean to get mad. You just really fuckinâ scared me this time.â
Jesse chuckles weakly. âThink I scared myself. IâŠI really thought that was it, for a moment.â
You breathe out, long and slow, and try to push away the could-have-beens. Heâs here, heâs whole, and heâs alive. Each one of those things is its own blessing. Some part of you still feels like itâs stuck in the awful silence of your comm station as you typed in code after code and prayed, unable to reach any of them and only being able to think about Jesse. His laugh, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way it makes your stomach tie itself into knots, and the ache in your gut when you thought youâd lost the chance to tell him any of it.
Youâre used to being haunted by thoughts of him, but now all your memories have a slightly bitter edge, soured by the possibility that theyâd almost been all you had. Itâs harder than you expected to let that go, even if youâve always known you might have to.
âIâm damn glad it wasnât,â is what you get out eventually. âThis placeâd be boring without you.â
Jesse quirks a smile. You just want to hold on to him, kiss that smile straight off his stupid face, and canât bring yourself to care that youâre staring. âMaker, I know, Iâm bored already and Iâm only stuck in the medbay. Whatâve you got for me?â
You reach into the bag at your feet and pull out a card deck and a bottle of blumfruit juice. âI couldnât bring the boys, but at least Iâve brought the cards, right?â
The way that Jesseâs whole face lights up makes the knot in your chest loosen. You dig around a bit more and pull out Jesseâs razor kit â thereâs a fine layer of visible stubble growing on the unbandaged bits of his head. Aside from his huge Republic cog tattoo and the fact the stubbleâs dark, heâs starting to look eerily like Rex.
âI thought you might want these tomorrow, too, I cleared them with Coric so I wonât accidentally land you in trouble.â
Jesse tilts his head a little bit and just watches you. You fight the urge to fidget and place the razor kit on the edge of the blanket; itâs hard not to shrug this off like you have a hundred times before, but you made a promise to yourself when youâd heard heâd come back alive. You wonât hide how you feel any more, and he can do what he likes with it. At least you will have given him the choice.
âYou went and got these for me?â he asks eventually, his gaze pointed and calculating. You expected it â thereâs a reason heâs on the Captainâs core squad â but it still makes you feel naked.
âYou always bitch when your hair starts growing in,â You smile. Jesseâs expression clears, but whatever conclusion heâs come to he keeps to himself. He puts the razor on the side table and grins at you.
âThe stubble itches. Now are you gonna deal us in, or what?â
Youâre halfway through your first hand before you realise something crucial is missing from the set.
âKriff, I forgot my betting chips! Sorry Jess, I can run back and get them if you like.â
Jesse picks up the bottle of blumfruit juice and gulps a mouthful, his mouth stained slightly red.
âI think Iâve got a better idea. Much more fun if we bet favours, right?â
His expression is far too innocent. You narrow your eyes at him as you accept the bottle and bring it to your lips. âWhat kind of favours?â
He shrugs. âJust little things. Ship duties, stuff youâve always wanted to knowâŠthat kind of thing. I know youâve always wanted to get back at Fives for what happened on Orto Plutonia.â
You lick your lips slowly. Itâs a tempting proposition, which is dangerous for someone who is so thoroughly shit at sabacc, and for someone whoâs opponent knows it.
ââŠAlright. But weâve got to agree on the favour before it enters the pool.â
Jesseâs grin is sharklike. âDeal.â
Over the course of the next three hours you lose your mess hall slot, have to tell Jesse the story of how you ended up locked in the communal showers for three hours, and owe him two whole bottles of his favourite Alderaanian spirit.
In return, all you have managed to swindle is that payback on Fives, so when Jesse suggests one more round at 0300, youâre hesitant. Youâre pretty sure youâre in love with him, but you still have a little dignity.
âAw, come on. Whereâs the honour in givinâ in?â Jesse grins.
âThereâs no honour in marching blindly to defeat, either,â you counter, gathering up the sabacc cards to shuffle anyway. Besides, if you yawn any more you think your soul might escape your body.
âMaybe not, but I think youâll like what Iâve got in mind.â
His face is oddly serious, and it piques your interest. Before you can stop yourself, youâre nodding and dealing out the cards again, fighting for composure when you lift yours and see the brilliant pair youâve picked up.
âFine, one more round. If I win you have to cover my next shift stocking ordnance,â you say quickly.
Jesse swallows, his honey brown eyes boring into you. âSure. But if I win, I get a kiss.â
Faintly, you think someone must have opened an airlock somewhere, because you canât breathe. You hear your lungs suck in, see the way Jesse leans a little towards you, the expression on his face almost hungry. Thereâs a faint ringing in your ears as you nod eagerly, your palms sweating.
What follows is possibly the longest 30 minutes of your life. It figures, really, that the one game of sabacc you desperately want to lose is the one you canât seem to not win. When the match is up you scowl at the perfect score of 23 in your hand and toss it down onto the bed covers.
âSorry Jesse, read âem and weep. Iâve got pure sabacc.â
Jesse leans over to read, but instead of looking as annoyed as you feel, he just smirks.
âNow now, cyarâika, donât be hasty. Let me present to you: the Idiotâs Array.â
You lean forward before you can stop yourself. âNo fucking way.â
The rarest hand in the game? Youâve gotta see that.
Jesse smugly spreads out his cards. You smack him. âThatâs not the Idiotâs Array!â
âIt is too.â
âThen whereâs the Idiot Card, genius?â
Without pausing, Jesse lifts his hands and points two thumbs at himself, grinning at you. âRight here, darlinâ.â
You laugh, heat creeping up through your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You slide onto the bed and place your palms either side of Jesseâs legs, your pulse thundering under the heat of his eyes.
âGuess I owe you a kiss, then.â
Jesseâs hand sneaks up to cup the back of your neck. âYeah. Guess you do.â
#clone trooper jesse#clone trooper jesse x reader#arc trooper jesse#arc trooper jesse x reader#the clone wars#star wars#alderwrites#hmmm i'm really not sure if i'm happy with this one but#here she is
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Resonance
â summary: your college art final prompt is so unbelievably broad that you might just flunk it because you have no idea what youâre gonna draw. luckily, thereâs a cute guy whoâs totally into you that might just help you out. even better: heâs a merman.
â pairing/rating: taehyung x reader | PG-13
â genre: 80% crack, 20% fluff | mermaid!au & bullet point fic
â warnings: profanity
â wordcount:Â 9.4k
cr.
well
this is just
great
you are a creative person
you are a creative person
you ARE a creative person
ok maybe if you keep saying that in your head, itâll come true
but fat chance
because you're still drawing a blank
your university professor JUST released the art final prompt
and it is the most broadest and vaguest prompt you've seen in your whole entire nineteen years of life
it sucks!!
like what the fuck?
how are you supposed to draw something that "calls to you"
what's that supposed to mean???
your best friend yoongi tries to help you interpret the wack prompt
but you really shouldnât be trusting a guy who uses art sketchbooks as scratch paper to solve batshit crazy math problems for fun
itâs a no brainer that yoongiâs a no-nonsense chemical engineering major
in conclusion, he wouldnât know aRT
not like you do anyways
he can barely draw a stickman. and he even has shitty handwriting (thatâs so barely legible that he always gets called back after finals to translate his writing for the prof)
enough roasting your best friend though
especially when heâs actually trying to lend you a hand
âwhat calls to youâŠâ yoongi trails off thoughtfully
he lets out a snort
âha!â he says triumphantly. ây/n, i got it!â
âreally?!â
âjust draw a phone with your mother coming out of it!â
you frown. âi donât get itâ
yoongi sighs, shaking his head disdainfully
âbecause your mother literally calls you on the phone, y/nâ
âi hate youâ
yoongi is no help
âprof would flunk me if i turned a drawing like that inâ
yoongi snorts. âor sheâll give you extra points for thinking literally. artists these days are so into thinking outside of the box. maybe youâll be unique for being literalâ
god no
being literal wonât fly with your professor
sheâs the fucking queen of abstract art
if you hand her a painting of your mother coming out of a fucking phone, she might just burn the piece in front of your face
besides, you canât draw something that doesnât stir some sort of inspiration in you
no offense to your mother (but sheâs also a no-nonsense physician)
yoongiâs just back at it again with his nonsensical advice
youâd expect better from the dude who does math for fun
âyou know what?â you huff. âi canât trust a guy who uses a freaking sketchbook to solve advanced calculus problemsâ
yoongi grins. âjust tryna help, y/nâ
âmy godâ
âwanna help me since i helped you?â yoongi teases
he holds up a stack of paper riddled with numbers with one too many digits and foreign symbols from the greek alphabet
ew
you feel like youâre gonna puke
âaaaaand goodbye!â you say, standing up from your seat at the campus cafe. âiâm gonna go to the beach!â
âright now??â
âyeah why not?â you laugh, shrugging. âi need some inspiration!â
âbut then iâm gonna look like a loner sitting here all by myself,â yoongi pouts
âthen come with me, duhâ
yoongi gives you a look of repulsion
âi hate the beach,â he grumbles
âfine,â you snort. âjust call hoseok or something. i donât know. but iâm leaving! bYe!!â
you can hear yoongi cursing at you under his breath and you laugh
heâs got such a mouth of a sailor that he honestly belongs on the beachâif not, the ocean
you pay his cursing no mind as you rush out the cafe and across the school campus
the literal reason you chose to attend this university was its close proximity to the beach
youâve always been drawn to the waters
yoongi, on the other hand, only came here because of a scholarship
smart bastard
but heâs a good friend
itâs kinda sad youâre always hanging on the beach alone though
you donât particularly fit in with the rowdy party crowds on the sand
and you donât go there to flaunt your summer body in a bikini
you just go for
~inspiration~
by the time you reach the beach, itâs nearly empty
when itâs nearing finals, no one dares to step foot on the warm sand because once you go in, thereâs no way in hell youâre going back
some students learn the hard way
and then end up flunking their finals
itâs you
youâre âsome studentsâ
(to be fair, that was freshman year and youâre a sophomore now, so you wonât make the same mistake again!!)
okay⊠maybe
youâre on the beach and itâs nearing finals so maybe you havenât learned your lesson
but in your defense, youâre only here for
~inspiration~
the salty ocean breeze caressing your face
the smell of open waters
the brisk air
you would live on the beach if you could
thereâs a small little rocky ledge at the far side of the beach that serves as your little private area youâve been using since you got here
no one ever comes this far
so you just claimed the rocky ledge as yours
itâs where there are cute little crabs roaming about
where the bright orange starfish and sea anemones attach themselves to the rocks in the shallow tide pool and (maybe) watch you watch them
(you donât exactly have extensive knowledge about ocean life lol)
omg there was even this one time when you saw a fish in the tide pool
granted, it was dEaD so you had to make yoongi carry it in a plastic bag and give it a proper burial ceremony
anywho
you love sea animals and plants!!
for a brief second as you crawl onto the rocky ledge you contemplate if you should draw a fucking fish for your art final
technically, it calls to you⊠right?
the late afternoon sun warms up your cheeks and you sigh, out, leaning back to admire the waves of the ocean lapping at the wet sand on the beach
if you just lie like this, basking in the sun⊠youâll come up with an idea⊠right?
two hours later, youâre still stumped
âwell, fuck,â you curse
the tideâs starting to come in and your feet are already underwater
it looks like you should just go back to your dorm at this point
youâll find your ~inspiration~ tomorrow
you sigh
why canât you think of a cool idea for fuckâs sake
what calls to me??
the only thing you can think of is a flobbering fish and your mom coming out of a phone (a tribute to yoongi)
you end up accidentally staying until the moonâs high in the sky
the waters have turned into a black oblivion and the tideâs so high, you have to shift up the rock to avoid making it look like you wet your pants
if you were a werewolf, you could draw the moon
because haha, get it? the moon calls to them!
but unfortunately, you are not a werewolf
âthis sucks,â you huff
usually, youâre quick to come up with good ideas and itâs frustrating that for finals you canât do the same
right when things actually matter
you look down from the sky to stare at your feet
maybe youâll just stay here until you can come up with an idea
you arenât gonna give up so soon
besides, the quiet sound of the undulating waves is so soothing
you stay a little longer, gazing at the twinkling stars and daydreaming of simpler times when your art teachers would tell you exactly what to draw without giving you vague-ass prompts to interpret
thatâs when something catches your eye in the dark waters
illuminated by the starlight⊠you see⊠aâŠ
HUMAN???
âhey!â you shriek
okay now youâre 1000% sure thereâs someone in the ocean right now
they have a head of bright turquoise hair and pale but toned arms
yet the person has their back turned to you so you canât quite see their face (though you assume theyâre attractive just based on the back of their head)
âhey!â you shout again
come to think of it,,,
are they skinny dipping in the fucking ocean???
freshmen these days!! theyâre nuts!
âyouâre gonna die of hypothermia!â you yell. âor a sharkâs gonna bite your limbs off!â
slowly
very slowly
the kid turns around
and you nearly choke on your breath
because he is beautiful
not in a conventional tiktok boy way but in a mysterious manner
his alabaster skin glows in the starlight
his turquoise-colored hair is styled perfectly on his head, just swept gracefully across his forehead
his deep sea-green eyes sparkle as he cocks his head and stares at you
oh god
heâs definitely shirtless
âh-hey!â you call again, hoping you donât sound desperate. âwhat are you doing??â
the boy doesnât answer though
he just stares at you curiously, eyes glancing back and forth at your bare legs and your shocked face
normally, youâd be creeped out if a random guy decided to check out your legs, but for some reason, the boy doesnât stare at you like heâs a predator
he just looks⊠curious
you gasp when he suddenly disappears underwater
âhey!!â you shriek
damn. maybe he just wanted to be alone
no biggie
youâll just sit on the rock or something until he decides to talk?
or you can be like any other sane person and just go back to your dorm
a sudden splash of water jumps you out of your thoughts
you nearly fall back when the strange boy stares up at you from the ledge of the rock
heâs still submerged under the water up to his shoulders, but he leans against the rock and smiles at you
itâs as if heâs saying âhey, loud person, who wonât shut up. how are you today? nice to meet youâ
at least you think thatâs what heâs trying to convey to you
âhi?â you say, raising your eyebrows. âisnât the water cold?â
the boy shrugs his shoulders then shakes his head
he seems friendly enough that you decide to continue talking to him
he has a strange alluring aura that makes you want to get to know him
before you know it, youâre scooting closer to the stranger
he doesnât flinch when youâre close enough to touch his strangely dry head of beautiful hair
âwoah,â you deadpan. âhowâs your hair dry?â
the boy shrugs again, smiling mischievously
can he even talk??
or maybe heâs just being polite and he wants you to leave
maybe heâs naked?? and he actually is a skinny dipper
and he wants you to get the hell away from him so he can get into his clothes??
âdo you want me to leaveâŠ?â you ask cautiously
the boy shakes his head
ookkayyyâŠ
âoh⊠itâs just that youâre not talking to me so i just thoughtâŠâ you trail off, uncertain
the boy laughs and itâs the only kind of sound youâve heard from him since you first saw him in the waters a few minutes ago
and his laugh is just like the rest of himâbeautiful
the boy touches his throat with one hand and shakes his head
you frown
what?
the boy repeats the motion again and again until it finally clicks in your head
oh!!!!
âwait, you canât speak?â you say. âiâm sorry⊠i didnât know!â
the boy smiles as if saying âitâs all right. youâre fineâ
âi havenât seen you around campusâŠâ you start. âdo you live around here?â
the boy shakes his head
âyou just like late-night swims, huh?â you giggle. âiâd swim too but something about swimming in the ocean at night is super scary for meâ
the boy laughs good-heartily. he points at you curiously, then gestures at the surroundings
âoh, why am i here?â you say
the boy nods his head
âiâm just trying to get inspiration,â you say. âiâm an artistâ
the boy smiles widely. he raises his eyebrows and points at you
âyes, really!â you laugh. âwanna sit on the rock with me?â you say, patting the spot next to you. âyou donât have to be stuck in the ocean to talk to meâ
the boy hesitates
he looks at you through his beautiful eyes and parts his pink lips
itâs as if heâs asking, âcan i really sit next to you?â
âi donât bite!â you laugh. âat least, the last time i checkedâ
the boy giggles
he reaches out and lightly touches your hand
youâre shocked when you realize his hands arenât wet from the water
come to think of it, you are covered in more water droplets than the boy
well
something is a bit fishy around here
you slowly look up at the boyâs face
he shrugs but a mischievous, all-knowing smile plays on his lips
âwhat are you, a mermaid?â you snort
the boy looks offended, placing a hand against his chest and letting out a silent scoff
âsorry. i meant merman,â you roll your eyes. âbetter?â
you were only half-joking
but when the boy waves what looks like a fucking tail towards you, you nearly fall back
âWAIT!â you shriek
that better be a fucking costume
the boy laughs and he swims a bit away from the rock, only to do a backflip
thatâs when you see that this boy is not really a boy
heâs a mythical mermaid???
with a sparkling turquoise tail and everything?? (on a side note, you have to appreciate the way it matches his hair)
okay
well
deep breath in
deep breath out
you were never one to say that mermaids existed
but you werenât one to say that they didnât exist either
okay
so
either youâre still dreaming or you just kinda befriended a mermaidâer, merman
âplease tell me this is real!â you squeal, scooting closer to the waters so that your knees are submerged
when you were a kid and adults asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up, you said a mermaid
as you grew older, society drilled in your head that mermaids only existed in disneyland
so that was that
until now, of course
the boy pops up from the ocean again and he hoists himself up on the rock right next to you
heâs shirtless as mermen go, but thatâs the least of your interests now
his tail comes up with him and he gestures towards it, allowing you to touch the shiny scales
âitâs beautiful!â you breathe, running your hands over the surprisingly silky tail. âi better not be dreaming right nowâ
the boy laughs. he points at your legs curiously in response as if to say, âi better not be dreaming tooâ
âyouâve never met a human??â
the boy shakes his head. he looks at you like youâre the most special person on the planet. and it makes sense too because youâre the only human heâs probably communicated with in his life
âwow⊠i guess thereâs a first time for everythingâŠâ
the boy nods enthusiastically
âare you even allowed to approach people?â
the boy grins as if to say, âmAyBeâ
âposeidon or some dude with a tridentâs not gonna zap me with lightning for talking to you right??â
just a safety precaution!!
the boy laughs boisterously, head thrown back and eyes squinted
âwell⊠i guess not,â you smile
youâve never really been friends with someone⊠not humanâŠ
if yoongi heard you talking about this merman, he might call the psych ward on you
or youâre just batshit crazy and youâve been imagining this in your head
the boy points at you politely, cocking his head
âmy name?â
he nods vigorously
âiâm y/n!â you tell him
ây/nâŠâ he mouths with his lips but you canât hear it
âwhatâs your name?â
the boy presses his lips together, then as if a light bulb went off in his head, he grins
he mouths his name to you, lips pursing and parting with exaggerated movements
you squint
âdaeyoung??â you guess
the boy snorts, shaking his head
he mouths his name again but this time with more emphasis in the beginning
âohhhh! i got it!â you say excitedly. âtaeyoung!â
the merman holds up a number one and nods but shakes his head when he holds up two fingers
âthe second partâs wrong??â
he nods
âuhhhhhh, tae⊠young⊠young⊠something that rhymes with youngâŠâ
âoh!!â you shriek, âTAEHYUNG!!â
the merman claps his hands together gleefully
âam i good or what??â
taehyung pats you on the back as if to congratulate you for figuring out his name
âthanks,â you grin. âhey do you come here often? you know, on this rocky ledgeâ
âyup,â taehyung mouths. âiâve seen you before,â he mouths slowly so you can understand him
âwoah. you watched me?â
taehyung bashfully looks away
âitâs okay! itâs okay!â you say. âi just hope i wasnât doing anything embarrassing⊠like picking my nose or something. iâm always alone hereâ
taehyung grins, wiggling his eyebrows. itâs as if heâs saying that yes, he did see you picking your nose that one time
âwell itâs a human thing,â you argue. âyou wouldnât understand!â
taehyung giggles. âsure, sure,â he seems like heâs saying
you huff. âin my defense, i didnât know anyone was watching!â
taehyung gives you a look as if telling you that was the lamest excuse ever
âwhatever, tae,â you scoff. âiâm just flattered that you thought i looked interesting in the first placeâ
the merman grins wildly, making it quite obvious he likes the new nickname you had given him. he shrugs his shoulders and pokes your arm playfully. âfriend!â he mouths enthusiastically
âyou wanna be my friend?â
taehyung rapidly nods his head
âhmmMmâŠâ you pretend to think. âiâm a bit swamped with friends at the momentâŠâ you fib. in reality, you only have like two best friends (yoongi and yoongiâs bestie, hoseok). but it doesnât hurt to lie a little to tease tae
the mermanâs lips pull down in a slight frown
but you snort and slap his bare shoulder
âkidding!â you giggle. âwhy would i say no to being your friend?â
taehyung rolls his eyes but he grins happily. he looks at you expectantly, almost as if heâs asking when he can see you next time
damn
youâre starting to get the hang of reading taehyungâs expressions
âwhen can you see me next time?â you ask
taehyung nods
âwell⊠finals are coming up⊠i reckon you donât have mermaid school or whatever?â
taehyung shakes his head, grinning. âno school!â
âlucky,â you sigh. âbut fuck finals!â you pump your fist in the air. âiâll see you tomorrow!â
âsame time?â taehyung inquires
âsure!â
the two of you shake hands to seal the deal
you wouldâve spent hours on end talking to taehyung but heâs the one who points to the direction of the beach and mouths âyou should sleepâ
âi donât need sleep!â you declare but unfortunately, that follows with an embarrassing yawn
taehyung gives you the look
âokay⊠maybe i do need sleepâŠâ
taehyung giggles. he pushes your shoulder slightly, nudging you away from him
âand i can visit you tomorrowâŠâ you reason
taehyung nods
âso maybe i should get sleepâ
âthatâs it!â the merman laughs
so you say your lasting goodbyes and watch as taehyung dives away from the rock
when heâs gone, shining tail and all, youâre left dazed and confused
maybe youâve been hallucinating???
welp
if you were hallucinating, youâll figure it out tomorrow when a cute merman doesnât come to meet you at night
for now, you just need sleep to digest everything that had just happened
okay
so
you just woke up
and now youâre more unsure than ever that this⊠taehyung exists
what if you were so stressed out yesterday
that you were literally⊠seeings things
yoongi keeps asking you if youâre okay because you spaced out TEN times in ONE conversation
you keep trying to convince him that youâre fine
but yoongi knows you so well that he knows youâre definitely NOT fine
âiâm just tired!!â you tell your best friend
yoongi sCOFFS âso am i but you donât see me spacing out like i saw a unicorn last nightâ
eRrrrâŠ
how do you tell yoongi that technically you did see something like a unicorn last night???
well
you wonât
because yoongi is a no-nonsense-old-fashioned-traditional-by-the-textbook-chemical-engineering-loving-student
he would never believe you
âwEll iâm sensitive!â you protest, crossing yours arms. âplus iâm still stressed about my art finalâ
âi thought you went to the beach to get inspiration!â yoongi points out
âerrrrrâŠâ you scratch your head. âi got distractedâ
yoongi sighs. âaRt mAjOrsâ
âexcuse me, how dAre you???â
but yoongi just laughs it off, patting you on the back before announcing that he had to go study for his finals
you should be studying for your other finals too
but you end up doodling all over your notes
doodles of tAeHyuNg
every ten minutes, you force yourself to sTOP doodling to actually read your notes
but it never works
by night time, youâve gotten nowhere
oh well
now you can go meet taehyung!!
if he existsâŠ
what if your brain was actually playing games on you??
regardless, you swallow all sense of doubt and march out to the ocean
the beach is completely empty and you make use of the privacy, skipping along the sand and towards the rocky ledge
and sure enough, thereâs no one there
hMph
okay
maybe taehyungâs late
no, wait youâre early
so youâre gonna wait for the merman
and if he doesnât come in⊠ten minutes, youâll just leave and deem yourself absolutely bonkers
waiting is really boring
you keep thinking at least five minutes passed every time you look at your phone for the time
but, in reality, itâs always been less than forty seconds
you go back and forth between looking at the time to looking at the dark waters
FOR FIVE WHOLE MINUTES
youâre starting to get ANTSY
and doubt starts to settle in
if yoongi knew what you were doing right now, heâd laugh at you
oh godâŠ
should you just⊠leave?
THATâS when you see a familiar bob of turquoise hair in the waters
you let out a little shriek, scooting closer to the edge of the rock
âtaehyung??â you call out
the figure leaps in the air like a gracious dolphin and dives back down into the opaque waters
two seconds later, the familiar merman leans against the rocky ledge and grins up at you
âhey,â he seems to say with his sparkling eyes. âmissed me?â
âUM, YES!â you say. âi was starting to think i was going crazyâ
taehyung chuckles deeply, the sound reverberating against the calm ocean waves
âi was worried you wouldnât be hereâ
taehyung raises his eyebrows as if to say, âwhy wouldnât i be here??â
âi donât know! self doubt? maybe you have some underground castle you wanna hang around with your friends and family rather than come up to the surface to hang with me!â
taehyung shakes his head, laughing. he points to himself and mouths the word, âsoloâ
âreally?â you raise your eyebrows. âno family or friends?â
taehyung nods. âSOLO!â he declares silently, grinning
âare all merfolk like that??â
the merman shrugs. ânever seen anotherâ
âoh gosh, you must be lonely,â you say. âhere.â you pat the place next to you. âsit on the rock with meâ
taehyung obliges but he protests heâs not lonely by shaking his head
âwhat do you do by yourself all the time, then?â
taehyung grins mischievously
out of the corner of your eye, you see bubbles of water rising up from the surface of the waves. you gasp as they begin to float in the air
âbubbles!â you reach out to pop one, laughing when the remnants of the water splash against your cheek
the merman nudges you as if to say, âbut wait! thereâs more!â
the next thing you know, a huge floating water bubble splashes above your head, drenching you from head to toe
âvEry funny!â you scoff, trying to shake the water off yourself
taehyung gives you another one of his cheeky grins. âsorry,â he mouths, but he does not look apologetic at all
âbut look! i can dry it!â
he waves his fingers at you and instantly, your sopping wet hair and clothes are dried. thereâs even a ocean breeze smell that lingers on you now
âdo you go around splashing people with water bubbles and drying them right after?â you accuse taehyung teasingly
he laughs boisterously, shrugging his shoulders. âmAybEâ is his answer
âyou spend a lot of time on the surface, huh?â
taehyung shrugs. âmaybeâ
ânot much of a fish dude?â
âtheyâre creepy,â taehyung answers
you howl with laughter. âand scary! like sharks, viperfish, hatchetfish⊠oh god,â you shiver. âi hate them. i canât swim in the ocean. and i know most of the scary-looking ones donât even live in the same ocean zoneâ
taehyung pokes at you. âscaredy-cat,â he mouths
âam not!! how are you creeped out by fish when youâre half fish??â
taehyung scoffs. âmy tailâŠâ he gestures majestically at his sparkling tail, âis not a fish tailâ
âsure⊠fishboyâ
taehyung raises his eyebrows and raises his hand as if to threaten to splash you with a water bubble again
âi was only jokingâ
taehyung laughs, poking at you then pointing to the waters. âwanna swim, though?â
âare you serious? i just told you iâm terrified!â
taehyung pouts, his pink lips pulling down into a sad frown
âthatâs not gonna make me change my mind, taeâ
âjust for a little bit!â he protests
âi donât even have my goggles, i canât swim without them! and iâm not going in water thatâs pitch blackâ
taehyung sighs. âfine!â
âiâm really good at swimming in the pool though,â you say. âi mean, they used to call me a mermaid. because i was really good at dolphin kicking. but then i watched a few underwater documentaries⊠and nope. never again. i am not going in the same waters that goblin sharks live inâ
to your surprise, taehyung teasingly pokes your cheek. âcute,â he mouths. âscaredy-cat,â he adds
âshow anyone a goblin shark and they wouldnât be able to get in the water for a year!â you huff in response
ânever seen one,â tae singsâif you could hear him, you imagine his voice would sound as soft as lavender with just a drizzle of rich honey
âdoesnât mean they donât exist!â you argue. âmaybe one day iâll swim with you. but definitely not todayâ
technically, you just met the manâer, merman
youâre not so sure if you can trust him to console you of your great fear of the ocean
maybe once you get to know him a little better
you see
youâre very quick to make friends
you probably have a lot of acquaintances
they all know your name and you know theirs
but you probably could not name three facts about any of them. and they probably couldnât think of three facts about you either
so yes, you tend to have shallow relationships with many
but if you find people you like, you cling to them
like yoongi and hoseok
you just hope taehyung wonât be one of your acquaintances
he better be one of your best friends
how cool is it to say your best friend is a merman????
very cool
âcoolâ is just not a word to describe you as yoongi often likes to point out
but youâll show him
you visit taehyung every day
for seven days
itâs been a full week
finals is closer than ever
you have like⊠five days to get your art final done
and you still havenât gotten an idea
yikes
okay well you have an excuse
actually, you have excuses. plural.
because 1) youâve forced yourself to fOrget about finals and 2) taehyung is wAy more interesting than any final you will ever take in your life
besides, all the time you spend on the beach is absolutely worth it
you and taehyung sometimes even meet before night falls, just before the sunâs setting so the two of you can prank the seagulls
(tae hates those little monsters-with-wings so he enjoys it a whole lot to dump water bubbles on their heads)
you help him prank the stupid birds by giving him moral support! that includes cheering him on when he successfully attacks an unsuspecting seagull and feeding him some cookies from your school cafeteria to keep him well-nourished
taehyung loves human food
he says he has to live off of clams and seaweed
which, isnât all that bad (you love salted seaweed chips and clams), but imagine having a diet solely composed of seafood
yuck
so you bake kale chips for tae one day (nearly burning down the communal kitchen) and he enjoys it so much, for five days, you bring all sorts of good human food for him
by the end of the week, taehyungâs put on some pounds
you think he looks even more adorable with a bit of meat on his bones
taehyung just complains that his abs are starting to disappear
so one day, you bring a yoga mat and the two of you do some ab exercises off of youtube
of course, that led taehyung down the youtube rabbit hole
and once down that rabbit hole, it is very hard to resurface
after tae got ahold of gordon ramsayâs youtube channel, itâs all he watches when you come to the beach
in the end, you have to ban him from youtube because he almost took your phone underwater when you tried to get him to stop drooling over gordon ramsay and his incredible cooking skills
but taehyung prefers talking to you over watching youtube
at least you think
you hope
there is never a day you meet taehyung and it isnât eventful
thereâs always something to do with the fun-loving merman!
which makes it very, very easy to lose sight of iMporTAnt things⊠like, uh finals
so, today, five days before your art final is due, yoongi sits you down on your desk chair and sighs. âhave you figured out your art final yet?â
it is a question that catches you off guard
âer⊠noâ
âiSnât it due in FIVE days???â yoongi shakes his head disapprovingly at you. âcâmon, y/n, donât some artists take over a week to finish a painting??â
âwell i can take uh, three days without sleeping if it really comes to thatâ
yoongi sighs. âyouâve been going to the beach every day. still no inspiration?â
âerr⊠i got⊠distractedâ
âdo you want me to come with you today or something? so i can whip you back into shape and make sure you get properly inspired?â yoongi offers
âno!â you shout
yoongi raises his eyebrows
âi mean, um, no thank you, yoongs,â you stand up and pat yoongiâs head
he scowls at you
âiâve got it all figured out!â you tell him very convincingly
but it is a lie
ârEally?â yoongi raises his eyebrows at you
âyes. donât you worry, my friend.â you pat his head again
yoongi rolls his eyes. âokay, well, worse comes to worst, you can always use my terrific ideaâ
ânever in a million yearsâ
âoh well. wanna skip the beach today? iâm inviting hoseok over to watch a movie. you can come too, if you wantâ
âno can do,â you say, shaking your head. âiâm going swimming!â you hang your swim goggles in front of yoongiâs face
âin the dark?? in the ocean?? i thought you were afraid of gobbler sharks!â
âgoblin sharks. not gobbler. and no. not anymore. i trust the waters nowâ
er, or, you trust taehyung
heâs been trying to convince you every day to swim with him
and every day you declined or made up some stupid excuse
but today is the day you will accept
you even prepared by wearing a bathing suit under your clothes
and youâre gonna bring your swim goggles
youâre so ready!!
you trust that taehyung wonât let the fish get to you
he promised and swore on his own beautiful tail
so he canât possibly be lying
âoOokAyyyyâŠâ yoongi says, giving you a strange look. âif you drown, can i have your comforter?â
âoh, shut up. iâm not gonna drownâ
âsureâ
you huff. âwhatever, yoongs. have fun watching that movie with hoseok. iâm gonna get goingâ
âi will. just donât drown or somethingâ
âi wonâtâ
five minutes later, youâre terrified youâre going to drown
as you walk across the beach, you worry that youâre only walking to your death
what if you actually drown???
and taehyung canât save you because the waterâs so dark, he canât even see you???
what if a jellyfish comes out of nOwHerE and stings you so hard youâre gonna be paralyzed forever????????
EVEN WORSE
WHAT IF THEREâS A GOBLIN SHARK OUT OF ITS HABITAT
WHAT IF IT BITES YOUR LEGS OFF????
ohmygod
you think you might die
taehyungâs waiting for you on the rocky ledge as he always does
but today, he has a shit-eating grin on his face
he looks at your goggles and nods. âtodayâs the day!!â
you grumble. âthis is not helping my stressâ
taehyung cocks his head
âiâm stressed because of college, tae. lucky you. you wouldnât understandâ
the handsome merman snorts. âi wouldnâtâ
he pokes at you as if to say, âtell me whatâs wrongâ
you sigh, plopping yourself down on the rock and looking down at your feet
âi have a really important painting i have to finish in five daysâŠâ you groan. âand my professor gave me an art prompt, you know, something i need to interpret and draw. but i canât, for the life of me, figure out what i wanna paintâ
âhMmm,â taehyung hums. âwhatâs the prompt?â he mouths
âwhat calls to meâ
âwhat calls to you?â
âugh. yeah. horribly vague, isnât it? my friend suggested i draw my mother coming out of a phoneâ
taehyung cocks his head, curiously
âyeah, itâs stupid. so iâm stuck. and the finalâs due in five days. but i was totally forgetting about it until yoongi decided to bring it up. and now iâm stressedâ
the merman giggles
âthis isnât funny!!â you protest
but the merman giggles again
when you give him a disdainful look, taehyung dives into the ocean and pops his head out, waving at you to come in
you sigh, staring at your goggles. reluctantly, you put them on
once you strip down to your swimsuit, you stare hesitantly at the opaque ocean. you crouch down just before the water, contemplating and contemplating
suddenly, something grabs your arm and youâre tugged into the ocean
you sCreAm bloody murder and voila, now salt and fish feces water is up your noise
how wonderful
but two strong hands hold your waist and youâre able to resurface
the waterâs cold, but not freezing cold at least. and taehyungâs actually really warm against your skin
âyou fucking dragged me in!!!â you shriek after coughing the water out of your lungs
you hit taeâs bare chest in agitation
the little shit just shrugs and grins at you
you huff, wrapping your legs tightly around taehyungâs hips. âif you let me go, my friends are going to find you and roast you. literallyâ
taehyung chuckles. âi wonât let you go,â he seems to tell you with a meaningful look on his face
âyou better not!â you tell him
he laughs at you, softly touching your forehead with the back of his hand. instantly, you feel much, much warmer. even cozier in the supposedly freezing waters
even the water weighing down the hair on your head feels lighter. when you reach out to touch it, you realize itâs completely dry
âwoah,â you breathe. âthatâs so coolâŠâ
you forget that youâre even supposed to be mad at the merman
taehyung grins at you, petting your hair. âi know, right?â he seems to say with his twinkling eyes
he motions at you to take your goggles off
âwhat?? are you crazy? i canât survive without these! i am not opening my eyes in salt water, taeâ
the merman shakes his head, laughing. âit wonât sting your eyesâ
âwhy? did you put a magical charm on me or something?â
taehyung shrugs. âmAyBeâ
you sigh, skeptical
âiâm trying to help,â tae mouths. âitâs for your art finalâ
you raise your eyebrows doubtfully
âiâm seriousâ
âwhy, is there something cool underwater?â
taehyung nods. âyou need your eyes openâ
you wrap your legs tighter around the merman. âso⊠youâre gonna show me⊠something underwater⊠that will help me with my art final??â
the merman nods enthusiastically
he ruffles your hair and pinches your cheek. âtrust meâ
ohhHHhhh if you didnât trust him, you wouldnât be clinging onto him for life right now
âpromise you wonât let me go??â
âpromiseâ
you hold out your pinky for taehyung
he cocks his head. âwhat is that for?â
âpinky promise??â
âhmm?â
oh man
that might just be a human thing
silly you
âoH uh, nEver mInd thââ
you try to retract your pinky but taehyung stops you
he slowly pulls up his own hand, his pinky jutting out awkwardly
âlike this?â he questions, poking at your pinky with his
you have to stifle a laUgh
âum, not quite,â you say. âyou have to wrap your pinky around mine. yeahh, like that. and then itâs a pinky promise! itâs practically illegal to break a pinky promiseâ
taehyung nods. âi wonât break itâ
âokay good! uhâŠâ you look warily at the dark waters. âwhat is it that you wanted to show me?â
taehyung grins. suddenly, youâre submerged underwater again and you let out a scream
but you canât hear yourself
not because youâre choking on the water, no
it seems like⊠you can breathe????? UNDER THE WATER????
you hug taehyung tighter and try to scream at him to stop plunging you in the ocean without a warning
but no sound comes out of your lips
âtaehyung!â you shriek soundlessly
âopen your eyes, y/nâŠâ a deep, resonate voice tells you
you nearly gasp in shock
was that⊠was that taehyungâs voice? his speaking voice????????
âitâs okay⊠youâre protected under a charm,â his mellifluous tone soothes you. âyouâre able to breathe underwater, y/n. but you wonât be able to speak.â he laughs, which sounds very familiar to your ears. âhow the tables have turned!â
âtaehyung!!!â
âhow good it feels to finally speak to you!!â taehyung laughs. âyou donât have to hold me in a vice grip anymore,â he snorts. âi wonât let you go. we pinky promised, remember?â
you groan in your head. âi-i canât. i canât do it, taeâ
âaww, y/nâŠâ you hear taehyung softly pet your hair. âtake your timeâ
âi canât open my eyes. i-iâm sorryâ
you can see the blackness through your eyelids. and there is no way in hell youâre going to open them
fine, you trust taehyung. and sure, the water may not sting your eyes
and on top of all that, you can fucking breathe underwater thanks to tae, but no
youâre still scared
youâre scared of what youâre gonna see
or what you wonât see because the ocean is probably pitch black
you just try to focus on taehyungâs beautiful, deep voice. it seems to reverberate through the ocean waves even after the sound hits your ears
âitâs okay,â he says. âdonât be sorry.â he holds you tighter against his bare chest. âyou donât have to see what i wanna show you anywayâ
you make a confused grunt sound in the back of your throat
âyou can hear itâ
âwhat???â
but of course taehyung canât hear you. nor can he see you with your chin resting on his shoulder
âwhat calls to you, huh?â taehyung says in his syrupy voice. âi have a good ideaâ
then, to your utmost shock, he begins to sing
âwhere the sea breeze whispers
past your listening ears
and gently caresses your lips
there lies a great ocean
the waves undulate under the dark sky
under these waters
is a lonely merman
he longs, waits for a friend
a lover,
anyone who will save him
from his solitude
where the sea breeze whispers
where the great ocean lies
where the waves undulate under the dark sky
where the lonely merman waits
under these dark watersâ
your insides melt
taehyungâs honey voice entrances you and you squeeze you eyes shut even tighter
a rush of inspiration washes over you
you shiver
oh god
you didnât have to open your eyes after all
you donât have to see it to feel the immense amount of emotion, love, sincerity interwoven to taehyungâs song
itâs the most beautiful music youâve heard in your life
and it pains you that taehyungâs stopped singing
youâre speechless, pulling away from taehyung so he can read your lips. âthat⊠that was so beautifulâŠâ
âthanks,â taehyung chuckles deeply. âi sing that song a lot when iâm boredâ
âyour voiceâŠâ
âi know. too bad i can only sing underwater, right? if i could do this on the surface, iâd serenade you all day every dayâ
âiâll come underwater with you,â you mouth before you can stop yourself
then you pause
well
you suppose being underwater isnât so bad
itâs just dark since your eyes are closed
but youâre warm in taehyungâs arms
and you can even breathe too
if you can hear taehyungâs voice and hear him sing, then surely, that is a tiny sacrifice you can make
âyouâre gonna come underwater with me?? again??â taehyung seems in disbelief. âyou already seem uncomfortable now!â
âno iâm not!â
and to prove it, you force your eyes open
immediately, youâre so taken aback, your grip on taehyung loosens
the merman catches you before you slip away
âo-ohâŠâ you breathe
the ocean is not as dark as you had imagined it
in fact, there is a halo-like light that surrounds taehyung
it illuminates his face, his hair, his whole body
he is like a walkingâer, swimmingâstar
the light shines further out into the dark seas, making the water sparkle
âohâŠâ you breathe again
ânothing to be scared about right?â taehyung snorts. âscaredy-catâ
he bops you on the nose
youâre so in awe, you donât even mind
âare you inspired now?â
oh!! right!! your art final!!
you were almost distracted again (even after taehyung just dangled the answer in front of your face!!)
RIGHT!
TAEHYUNG JUST HELPED YOU SOLVE YOUR ART FINAL FIASCO PROBLEM
YOUâRE SO INSPIRED YOU COULD PAINT FOURTEEN HUNDRED PAINTINGS RIGHT NOW
your fingers feel tingly
and your head whirls with ideas
taehyungâs voice, his song, his whole beingâŠ
it calls to you
omg
he just saved your ass
in one single song!!!
âgod, iâm so happy i could kiss you!â
and youâre not even joking
âkiss me??â taehyung seems taken aback, but he grins. âkiss?â
the way he seems curious about it, youâre not quite sure he even knows what that is
âdo you⊠do uh, merfolk kiss?â you ask cautiously
taehyung smiles. âletâs find outâ
his eyes sparkle as both of you begin to lean into each other
you take it slowly, admiring his alabaster skin, pink cheeks and rosy lips
he stares into your eyes and gently tucks your hair behind your ear
right before you move in to kiss his lips, he leans in to rest his forehead against yours
taehyungâs eyes flutter close and he sighs as you stay still in his arms, confused
but you decide to go with the flow, keeping your foreheads together as you close your eyes too
itâs an intimate moment
you, resting your forehead against his while under the same ocean you were once so scared of
you, feeling emotionally attached to a merman
you, dreaming of kissing taehyung. properly. you know, on the lips and whatnot
when taehyung finally pulls away, he grins
âwasnât that a nice kiss?â he whispers, touching your cheeks and giggling just at the thought of it
yikes
how do you break it to him
that forehead touching is not really⊠the kissing you were thinking of
âwellâŠâ you giggle. âin the human world⊠umâŠâ
âin the human worldâŠ?â
âwe kiss with our lipsâ
âoh!â taehyung exclaims. he scratches his head. âlips????â
âlike this!â
with that, you tug him into a kiss. a proper one this time
he melts in your arms, sighing as he leans forward and instinctively closes his eyes
you let yourself relax too
and god what the fuck
his lips feel so soft
is there a special ocean chapstick he uses???
does he use some special sand as a lip scrub??????
and even though he probably hasnât kissed the human way before,,,
man he knows what heâs doing
it makes you think for a hot second
damn
youâre making out with a merman
⊠under the sea
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
this is what your life has become
and honestly, you canât complain
taehyungâs the first to pull away, panting slowly. âi didnât think my breath could ever be taken away,â he grins cheesily
âyouâre welcome,â you grin back, slightly breathless yourself
âso⊠now that iâve given you amazing inspiration⊠donât you need to write it down somewhere?â
âoh!â you gasp. âright!â
you need to get started on painting as soon as possible!!! you canât ever forget the feeling of taehyung⊠singing for you. but something about painting it when the memoryâs fresh promises the best results
what calls to youâŠ
you smile
a goddamn merman!!
literally
youâre so gonna ace this art final
you paint nonstop for four days
although you want to, you canât even visit the beach
because you absolutely HATE it when your workflow is stopped
so you have to keep on painting until you finish
you force yoongi to go out on the beach and lay some cookies on your special rocky ledge. he frowns at your strange directions
âi dOnâT thInK yOu sHouLd fEeD tHe sEaGuLlS, y/N. iTâs gOnNa iNtErRuPt tHe eCoLoGicAl bAlaNce,â yoongi says very knowledgeably
oh god
you tell him to shut up
he pats your head and walks out toward the beach with the cookies
at least he doesnât ask questions
you just hope taehyung takes the cookies as an apology
you donât want him to think after you kissed him, you ditched him!! youâre just busy with your art final!!!
so you also make yoongi sneak in a note and a slice of cake the next time
except yoongi comes back in ten minutes and aSks: âWHOâS TAEHYUNG???â
you gulp
but you pretend you canât hear yoongi as you continue painting on your canvas
the perfect, bright turquoise color was very hard to recreate with paints, but you somehow managed. you just need to add some finishing touches and your beautiful painting of your merman friend will be finished
you know yoongi secretly admires your art skills, but he laUghs when he sees you painting a merman
âis that a siren???â
ânoââ
âa mermaid, then?â
âa merman,â you say. âand heâs singing the most beautiful song in the history of songsâ
yoongi laughs. âsure, sure. looks nice, though.â he steps closer to the canvas. âreally like what you did with his facial structure or whatever. and his hair color. pretty tail too. i did not know you had the capacity to imagine that hardâ
you huff. well, technically⊠you didnât imagine that. but youâre not going to admit it with yoongi
âiâm more talented than you think,â you snort, stretching back and picking at the paint dried to your fingers. âif i close my eyes, i can almost hear him sing to meâ
âum, i think you fell in love with your own painting,â yoongi snorts
âoh, leave me aloneâ
yoongi raises up two hands in defense. âokay, well, the finalâs due tomorrow, right? are you done?â
âwellâŠâ technically, yes. but⊠âiâm gonna go to the beachâ
âwait a minute, with your painting??? dude, what if a seagull snatches it away? what if the paint chips? leave your painting! thatâs your finalâ
âiâll be careful!â
âyour idea of careful is recklessâ
you sigh. âwell, iâll be extra careful!â
yoongi canât argue with you after that. 1) because he knows youâre stubborn and wonât give up and 2) because when you say youâre gonna be extra with anything, you go all out
you take nearly twenty minutes getting to the beach because you walk very slowly with your painting in both hands. you hold the painting above your head so sand wonât fly onto it
and you check out for those nasty seagulls because sometimes they decide to shit on peopleâs heads
if they decide itâs a good day to shit on your final, itâs over
nevertheless, you need to show your masterpiece to taehyung
when you get to the rocky ledge, you call for the merman
in just a few seconds, taehyung pops up his head from under the water
âwere you waiting for me?â you laugh. âdid you get the cookies and cake i sent?â
taehyung nods, grinning as he begins to swim toward you. he points curiously at the canvas in your hands
âitâs my art final,â you explain to him. you turn it around so taehyung can see it
he gasps
âthatâs me???â
âyupâ
âyou didnât draw my abs!!â
âwell, canât draw what you donât have,â you giggle, teasing the pouting merman. he huffs
âi like it, thoughâ
âreallY??â you gush. âthatâs all i wanted to hear!!â
you set the painting down carefully to the side and scoot closer to the rocky ledge
taehyung rests his hand on your forehead before cupping your cheek. he grins before cocking his eyebrows and pulling your head underwater
âtaehyung!!!â you shriek
âi just wanted to tell you how beautifully you drew me,â taehyung laughs, booping your nose. âi mean, iâm much, much better looking in real life, but the colors. youâre very talented, y/nâ
you smile. âwell, i did try really harââ
taehyung interrupts you by kissing you. he misses your lips the first time and gets the corner of your mouth, but the second time, his lips meet yours perfectly
the heavenly moment wouldâve lasted wayyy longer if it werenât for the:
âY/N, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STICKING YOUR HEAD IN THE WATER???â
you let out a silent shriek and taehyungâs eyes widen. both of you break apart from the kiss and taehyung suddenly dives deep down into the ocean
and right when the merman is out of your range, you canât breathe nor see clearly in the ocean anymore
when you get your head out of the waters, youâre a choking, coughing mess
you wipe away the droplets of water streaming down your face before you look up to see yoongi
âare you bobbing for fish in the ocean?â yoongi snorts. âfor fuckâs sake, y/n, you canât just leave your art final around like this!â
your best friend picks up your precious painting of taehyung and sighs. âwhat were you doing?â
âi, uhâŠâ you touch your lips. âi was⊠uh⊠i dropped my ring in the waterâ
yoongi narrows his eyes. âyou donât even wear jewelryâ
âokay fine. i was just trying to meet the merman of my dreams underwaterâ
at that, yoongi raises his eyebrows. âcool,â he says
âcool??â is that all he had to say?
âwell, yeah. mermaids are coolâ
âmermanâ
âwhateverâ
yoongiâs so chill with it that youâre unchill
âare you sure??â you say.
âam i sure that itâs whatever?â yoongi snorts. âyes? câmon, letâs go watch a ocean life documentary with hoseok or something. finals is gonna be over soon, so we should celebrate starting nowâ
hm
okay well
cool
this is chill then
yoongi is chill
you suspect he doesnât believe you, even though you told him the truth
you could probably tell him that you kissed taehyung, a merman, but he would probably laugh it off
your best friend is quite strange. no-nonsense. sensible. rational.
but you love those things about him
yoongi helps you carry your art final back to the dorms. but just before you step off the rocky ledge, you turn around
taehyungâs waving at you very discreetly, so you smile and wave back
yoongi never notices a single thing
welp
itâs over now
finals is over
which means,,, ITâS BEACH TIME
unfortunately, everyone in the whole fucking school thinkâs itâs beach time too
even late at night, there are still a few idiots on the beach drinking the last of the beer they stashed away
itâs hard to meet taehyung just because the lack of privacy
you wait and wait and wait on the rocky ledge, but you know, with so many people, taehyung probably wouldnât want to come out of hiding
itâs one thing for a merman to trust one girl
itâs another for a merman to trust fifty rowdy college students
but you have a feeling taehyung is always close by
you visit the rocky ledge every day, singing some of your own little songs (though youâre not a very good singer, you try)
you even talk to taehyung like heâs there, listening to you
but it starts to get lonely
there are so many people on the beach, but the one being you want isnât here
you sigh, wiggling your toes that have become pruned due to the salty water. âi never thought iâd be saying this,â you say. âbut i miss finals weekâ
taehyung would have laughed if he was with you now
god, you miss him
âor maybe youâre in the water right now, waiting for me to jump inâŠâ
you sigh again. âor maybe youâve migrated or something. do you even have to migrate? i have no ideaâŠâ you trail off, looking at the blue waters lapping at the sides of the rock
cautiously, you dip one foot in
the waterâs cool, but not completely freezing
you dip the other foot in
okay
you can do this
youâll justâŠ
jump in
and if taehyungâs not underwater, youâll just⊠leave for the day
youâre supposed to hang out at a computer cafe with yoongi and hoseok anyway
okay deep breath in
deep breath out
goblin sharks donât even live near the shallow part of the ocean⊠right?????
so youâre safe, right????
unless thereâs a lemon shark or something
oh fucking god
you shouldnât have watched that ocean documentary with your friends
but the need to see taehyung surpasses everything
you close your eyes
pinch your nose with your fingers
and you JUMP
and immediately you gasp because fuck the waterâs cold
lowkey, your heart nearly stops because of the sudden rush of cool water surrounding your whole body
and right when you think you should swim back to the surface, a pair of strong arms hold you, and a soft hand taps at your forehead
âhello, youâ
âTAEHYUNG!â you open your eyes and see your favorite merman staring at you
âthe beach is crowded these days, isnât it?â he grins
âi know! pesky people!â
taehyung laughs. âi made another song while you were gone. nice singing, by the way. i heard you a couple days agoâ
you flush. âi canât sing! but um, can i hear your new song?â
taehyung nods, clearing his throat
he holds your hands to his chest and begins to sing
âwhere the sea breeze whispers
past your waiting ears
and gently kisses your lips
there lies a beautiful ocean
the waves ripple beneath the awakened sky
under these waters
is a happy merman
heâs found his friend,
his lover,
his treasure that has saved him
from his solitude
where the sea breeze whispers
where the beautiful ocean rests
where the waters ripple beneath the awakened sky
where the happy merman lives
under these sparkling watersâ
âyou changed the lyrics!!â
taehyung nods. âi think itâs much more fitting, donât you think?â
the two of your resurface from the waters, gripping each other tightly
your hair is completely dry and it blows in the light breeze
the sunlight warms your face and turns taehyungâs cheeks even rosier
oh god
your heart skips a beat
but you try to calm down before you wrap your arms around taehyungâs neck and pull him close
the moment your forehead touches his, you close your eyes and it feels like thereâs nothing else in the ocean, on the beach, except you and taehyung
the two of you may never speak out loud in the same place as youâre kept silent in the ocean and taehyungâs kept silent on land
but...
sometimes, you donât even need words
gazes, actions, little touches here and there
they speak in louder volume than words
you donât even have to say you love taehyung. he doesnât have to say it either
itâs as if both of your hearts, your actions proved it
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Mikey x Fem! reader Ch: 1
(Y/N)'s P.O.V New York city. The city that never sleeps. I hate it....so damn much. Too crowded for me. And noisy. It sucks I had to move here from Chicago since my mom found a new job in this weird ass city. I miss all my friends and I have to go to a new school. Great. Somehow I wish I didn't move. My dad passed away from a car accident when I was just 6 years old. Times were tough since that happened. Things were never the same for me at all. Despite the move making things worse, I realize things are about to get weird. It was Sunday night, and tomorrow I start school. I was watching the news while binge eating on junk food. The usual showings on any news such as heartwarming stories, accidents, murders, and so on is being shown on the screen. Didn't interest me much. That is until the news instantly switches to something unusual. The female reporter was talking so hyper like, she sounded as if she's about to have an emotional crisis . "This is April O' Neil reporting to you live! There has been a sighting of what looks like four mutated turtles in the shadows jumping from building to building! As you can see here in this picture, you can see their silhouettes clearly! According to the witnesses, they were last seen saving nearly 25 hostages from a bombing at a local bank from a gang called the foot clan! Whoever those creatures are, we'll find out sooner or later about them. As for the attacks that had been happening lately, please! Stay in your homes until further notice! This is April O' Neil signing off!" my eyes were glued to the screen on what I just saw. Really? Giant turtles? Ha! They may be teens pulling a prank or something. Who cares? I sure hell don't! I see it as fake news and a hilarious one at that! I checked the time, and it was 11:30 PM. I turned off the television, and went to sleep. School is gonna be a pain. The next day came, and I started my first day of school. To be honest, I gotta say. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. 18 year old me suddenly liking a new school that isn't shitty like my other high school that doesn't teach a damn thing. The people there were kinda nice, except for a few because I'm always into gaming, music, art, reading, anime, and especially comic books. Yes. I'm a nerdy type of gal. but it doesn't matter to me. Nothing negative affects me anyway. I made a few friends that have the same interests as me though. How fun. I hung out with them after my first day, and it was something. After hanging out for a bit, I got a text from my mom. "Hi honey! I switched my schedule for night shifts. So from now on, I'll be home around midnight. Love you! Get home safely! And be careful!" I texted her back that I will. I started walking home since I didn't need a ride at all. The school isn't that far from home. As I was walking, I noticed the city got quiet. Never realized it till now. "Hmm. guess everyone went home because of the attacks." I shrugged and I kept on walking. I took out my headphones to hear music until I bumped into someone causing my headphones to fall from my hand. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" the figure looked at me with a subtle look. It had a hat and a trench coat on. Not showing its face at all. "Well? Aren't you gonna apologize or not!?" The figure looked down at my headphones, and picked them up, giving them to me slowly. "Sorry..." it said with a soft tone. I noticed it had....three fingers. three....Green....slimy fingers.... I grabbed my headphones and thanked the mysterious stranger. It nodded its head, and walked on. I turned to look wondering. "Who is that person? Never met a stranger who was so nice to me before. Usually I encounter mean people but....this is totally different." I got home, and I kept thinking about this mystery figure. It was much bigger in size compared to a regular human being. Like six feet. Maybe more. If I bump into that stranger again, I could take a screenshot on my phone to know who it is. Guess I got a mission to find out myself.  End of P.O.V
(I will post chapter 2 later. hope you all enjoyed so far.)
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impression//expression
âItâs not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.
Itâs just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes itâs fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until itâs gone.â
(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)
Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Provisional License Exam & Aftermath, The Boys Are Fighting And Everything Hurts
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Additional content warning for bad communication, emotional breakdowns and general anxiousness. Chapter 9.
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âOi. Kiri.â
Another heap of sugar goes into Kirishimaâs mug. He stirs a bit, then licks caramel-sweet goodness off the spoon. Perfect. With a content hum, he leans further into the embrace of his favorite armchair.
âMmyeah?â
Across from him, Bakugou sips his own coffee. Looking all kinds of cozy from his perch by the window, shoes off, U.A.âs uniform narrowed down to just the shirt and pants. Only Iida and Momo have made it down to the common room yet, yawning their way through breakfast with last-minute notes spread out over the kitchen counter.
Their quiet conversation is mere background noise for them. Itâs a familiar enough routine that neither duo exchanged more than acknowledging nods before settling into their preferred corners.
Bakugou toes the wood of the windowsill with socked feet, hands calm around his mug. His gaze idles on a group of sparrows outside.
âBy this time tomorrow, weâll be heroes.â Soft-spoken, the words nonetheless sound as solid as ever.
âProvisional onesâ, Kirishima reminds him, a mix of excitement and nerves making his leg bounce, the carpet underneath ruffling with the motion. Thereâs still an exam to pass between then and now. âBut still. Licensed and everything.â
âMhâ, Bakugou breathes into his coffee. He sends Kirishima a wry look over its rim. âNervous?â
Thinking on it for a moment, Kirishima smiles. âNah, not really. We worked our asses off for it. Like, we totally got this.â
Bakugouâs smirk comes swift and it stays: a dare for the world to do its worst, a promise to come out on top despite it all. Kirishima offers him his fist and Bakugou meets him in the middle, used to the gesture by now. Sparks crackle over rock-hewn skin.
âDamn right we do.â
*
The names flicker on the screen and Kirishima searches.
K, K, Ki, Kiriâ There! Kirishima Eijirou.
âHell yesâ, he cheers, the doubts clinging to his heart dropping all the way to his feet. The second heâs got his phone back, heâll scream-yell a voice message to his moms â finally, finally, Red Riot will exist out there. In reality, not just his wildest dreams.
Automatically, Kirishima jumps to the beginning of the list.
B, Ba, Bakuâ
Next to him, Bakugou sucks in a breath. That, more than anything, brings his head crashing from the clouds and straight to the ground, to the spot on that list where Bakugouâs name should be but isnât. Kirishima frowns, his eyes scanning the row starting with B one more time.
âDude, whatâŠ?â No Bakugou Katsuki. âNo way.â
One glimpse, thatâs all he gets. One glance at Bakugouâs face and that expression Kirishima recognizes from the longest night of his life, that dĂ©jĂ vu of devastation and loss a sucker punch nailing Kirishima right in the gutâ
Before he can reach out, itâs gone. Bakugou grits his teeth and juts his chin up, and any trace of it is replaced by anger. Cold, lethal, seeping into squared shoulders and brows drawn deep enough to cast his gaze in shadows.
âKatsuââ
A harsh tch interrupts him, followed by a softer âCongrats, Riotâ mumbled in Kirishimaâs direction. Bakugou wonât meet his eyes, though, and when Kirishimaâs fingers brush Bakugouâs, he crosses his arms instead.
âThanksâ, Kirishima mumbles back, all thoughts of celebrating dead and gone. He doesnât try to reach out again.
*
1-A spills into the common room as one, smiles and laughter all around. The air previously heavy with anticipation now carries only relief, that clean petrichor taste that follows a downpour at the height of summer.
Despite the stone weight of worry in his stomach, Kirishima laughs along with them. He leans into the lanky arm Sero drapes across his shoulders and returns the fist bump Jirou offers him before Kaminari tackle-hugs the three of them towards the couches.
âSmash tournament! Now!â
âIt is our last night off before the new termâ, Jirou supplies with a shrug. A thoughtful look is cast towards Bakugou, turning sly as it meets Kaminariâs. âThough, may I propose: Rock Band?â
âOhhhâ, coos Sero, joined by an enthusiastic nod by Kaminari. âWhoo yeah! U.A.âs best fake guitarist, reporting for duty!â
Kirishima loves his friends, he really does. If thereâs one thing Bakugou has consistently enjoyed during their hangouts, itâs violently crushing them via the e-drum set he brought from home. That thing shows some serious signs of wear, too, the silicone cover warped or even torn in places.
(The high score list features his name like five times before their resident runner-up â Shouji, surprisingly â even makes an appearance, additional limb advantage and all.)
âIâm in. Wanna duo, Jack?â Jirou gives Kirishima a thumbs-up from where sheâs already setting up the microphones. He turns around. âNitro, youâ?â
Bakugou isnât next to him anymore. Before Kirishima can ask, he hears Mina call out, âBlasty, where are you going?â, and follows the question to Bakugouâs turned back clearly headed for the elevators.
âRoomâ, Bakugou answers, clipped, rough. The glare he throws over his shoulder might as well be lines of caution tape fluttering in the wind, storm sirens howling in the distance. Keep out. âHave fun playing your shitty game.â
Kirishima sees the hurricane about to hit a second before Mina makes a grab for Bakugouâs wrist, determination shining in black-rimmed eyes. âItâs Rock Bandâ, she tells him, meeting the snarl on Bakugouâs face with stubborn compassion. âYou love Rock Band.â
âWhat do you know, hah?â Bakugou snaps, tugging away. âFuckingâ Get off me!â
Minaâs grip tightens, Bakugouâs hand is raised â familiar, so familiar, that glint of rage in blood-red pupils â and Kirishima is on his feet, pulling Mina behind himself to shield her from an explosion that never comes.
Itâs a close call, though. Kirishima feels the heat coming off Bakugouâs palm, the wince he tries to hide when he clenches it to a fist instead.
âThis isnât your fight, Shark Teeth. Back off.â
âBakugou.â
Firm, resolute. Kirishimaâs voice is like volcanic glass: smooth on the surface, jagged around the edges. Thereâs a warning in there, too, his jaw clenched just as tightly as Bakugouâs. âNot cool, man. Minaâs just trying to help.â
Bakugou huffs at the mere notion of that. âWell, Mina can fuck right off. I donât need shit from any of you.â
The truth is: Bakugou is different with Kirishima, heâs always been. Even now Kirishima can see him shift his weight, change gears in his mind, the door so firmly shut for others left ajar for him.
Bakugou only listens because itâs Kirishima speaking and he hates it, sometimes. Like his word counts above everyone elseâs when it doesnât, it shouldnât.
âLook, I get why youâre pissed off but itâs not our fault, either. Alright? Thereâs no point in acting like this, dude.â
Bakugouâs eyes narrow, that sliver of a chance snuffed out of existence. A vicious sneer takes its place. âActing like what? Like myself? Give me a break.â
âGuysâ, Mina cuts in, sounding meek, uncomfortable. Bakugou doesnât get to do that, not when heâs proven heâs better than that, time and time again â not when heâs careful with his quirk, when heâs stopped hiding that genuine smile thatâs getting less and less rare, when he helps and soothes and pretends not to care and cares so fucking much.
Around them most of the class shuffles along, hovering on the sidelines. Kirishima can feel the looks, the hushed whispers ready to burst into existence, the fidgety sort of concern radiating from Midoriya in waves.
He ignores them all, looking Bakugou dead in the eye when he says: âNo, Katsuki, like an asshole. Itâs not like you at all.â
Behind him, Mina whispers, âStop, Kiri, itâs okay.â From the couches come hisses of surprise, a murmured âWoah, dudeâ that sounds like Kaminari. It doesnât matter.
What matters is that it hurts. It hurts to see Bakugou flinching like heâs been physically struck. To see emotion spill through the cracks in his armor, cracks Kirishima put there. But Bakugou listens when itâs him, and if thereâs one thing he needs to hear, itâs this.
âLike, I get it. I know how it feels, you of all people know that. And extra lessons suck ass, believe me.â Kirishima takes a deep breath, letting go of his anger on the exhale until thereâs only resolve, that strength heâs fostered and made his own with Bakugou at his side.
âBut lashing out at people wonât fix anything. The stuff holding you back â itâs all you, man, thatâs what you gotta work on. Youâre the manliest person I know, so youâll definitely get there, and then youâll keep going until youâre Number One. Thereâs not a single doubt in my mind thatâs how itâs gonna go. But itâs up to you to make sure it does.â
Bakugou is staring at him, pale-faced and still. He opens his mouth. âYou done?â, he asks, his voice ground into something raw, something tired.
âYeahâ, Kirishima tells him, gentle again. âYeah, I think I am.â
A nod. Bakugou glances past him, for a moment, at the ball of tension behind Kirishima that is Mina. Another nod, more hesitant.
âBlasty, Iââ
Without another word, Bakugou leaves, shouldering past Midoriya on his way out. Kirishima watches him go and wonders if doing the right thing always feels so much like regret.
*
I fucked up.
Bundled up in his covers, Kirishima sits on his bed and stares at the wall. The cheerful colors and big exclamation points on his posters are little more than a blur, made obscure by the dark of night settling in around him.
The light switch is just across the room yet impossibly far away. Kirishimaâs phone buzzes; the screen comes alive with a notification. It goes ignored.
I fucked up.
Kirishimaâs gaze falls to the license in his hands, bland-looking next to the busy camo pattern of his favorite blanket. Red Riot, it says in bold letters under his name, date of birth and affiliation to U.A. â issued today, with the picture they took before they changed into their hero costumes. Himself, grinning with too much teeth, his hair freshly dyed and spiked to the heavens, his uniform done up meticulously.
It feels like a year ago that Bakugou rolled his eyes and fixed his collar, muttering something about âlooking okay for onceâ. In turn, Kirishima had nudged and prodded him until he put on his tie, which lasted not one second beyond the flash of the camera.
Butâ
You done?
The card is small, unassuming, really. Kirishima blinks. One tear, then two pearl over flawless plastic. Three, four, head bowed as they drip, drip, drip down the tip of his nose.
Today wasnât supposed to go like this. They were supposed to get their licenses, take the night off, sing and laugh and headbang to their audience of pixelated metalheads and forget the world for a while.
It was supposed to be about them, about the dream they shared over coffee this morning. About the future theyâre reaching for, together.
Kirishima wants to toss the license to places unknown, wants to tell himself that it means nothing but it does. He waited for this moment longer than he cares to trace back, a long time, definitely. All that hard work, the sweat and blood he shed for it â perhaps itâs only right he adds tears to the mix.
Gods, I fucked up so bad.
He sniffs wetly, sets the card aside. Thereâs a spot for it in his wallet, he made sure of that as they stepped off the bus. Still, he needs to keep it in sight, like object permanence stops being a thing where oneâs hero status is concerned.
Again, buzz buzz, his phone rattles quietly against wood. With a shuddering breath, Kirishima reaches for it, reads Simply Mina and đŠ Eevee Squad đŠ and swipes right until his home screen is just Riotâs canine smile again. All it does is remind him of an afternoon spent out in the yard, of a snoring dog and gentle touches to soft fur.
Two taps, and heâs back where he started: Staring at fond, red eyes in the corner and the unanswered messages underneath. Kirishimaâs lips start to tremble.
Best Bakubro đŁđ„
hey (sent 18:12)
can we talk? (sent 18:12)
iâm sorry (sent 18:30)
iâm so fucking sorry baku idk what i was thinking (sent 18:31)
just. please (sent 18:35)
idk what to do (sent 18:35)
katsuki? (sent 19:01)
The last three are still unread. Kirishima had just calmed himself down from the panicked jolt of blue ticks and grey ticks and Bakugouâs gone when a door had slammed shut hard enough to rattle Kirishimaâs desk.
Kirishima wanted to go out there. He wanted to catch up to Bakugou and explain himself and make things right; instead heâd stayed right where he was and listened to his distinct stomp growing more and more faint like the coward he is.
Thereâs been nothing but silence ever since.
âStopâ, Kirishima whispers, a strangled, pathetic noise amidst the tears sliding down his cheeks. âJust s-stop. Fucking stop.â Tilting his head back, he knocks it against the wall, hoping against all hope that heâll stop crying, that this shivering, miserable thing in his chest will relent and let him breathe for a bit.
Instead, he clenches his eyes shut and lets out a choked sob. Itâs followed by another, another, until Kirishima presses his face into the blanket and gives in.
Hands fisting in loose hair, he curls in on himself, head tucked against his knees and desperately gasping for air. The walls are thick but not that thick â Shouji can probably hear him, if heâs even in, and Kirishima silently begs him to stay away. To be allowed to break in private like heâs done a thousand times before, after every moment he spent frozen in place, every time he didnât act fast enough or act at all.
Were you scared?
He hadnât been. For once in his life, Kirishima hadnât been afraid â heâd been angry, furious even, hopeful and disappointed and worried and heâd fucked up because of it. That moment Bakugou shut up and just⊠took whatever Kirishima had to say is burned into his brain, aching and tender to the touch. Kirishima canât stop putting his finger on it, though, like revisiting it will make it sting less, somehow.
It doesnât.
Time is a fickle concept. Kirishima is aware it passes, heâs aware his blanket is soaked, that his back hurts and his heart hurts and his head, too. Heâs back to blankly looking at his wall and seeing nothing, only interrupted by an occasional sniffle, whenâ
The snap of a lock turning, a door opening and closing, much quieter than before.
A glance to his clock tells him itâs an hour to midnight and way past curfew. The worry he felt earlier rekindles, glows bright enough to overshadow any other emotion swirling within him. Itâs not like Bakugou to be up this late. Itâs not like him to break rules like this.
Itâs not like you at all.
Roughly, Kirishima rubs his arm over his face. Enough crying. Enough hiding away. Bakugou deserves better than public callouts and texts sent in a panic. Kirishima promised himself heâd be better â itâs worth next to nothing if he canât keep it.
That fact doesnât prevent his heart from beating half-way up his throat by the time he slips out his door and stands in front of Bakugouâs. His hand shakes as itâs raised to knock; Kirishima wills it to steady and raps his knuckles against wood, mindful of the late hour.
âBakugou?â
Nothing.
âListen, IâŠâ Kirishima breathes through the squirming of guilt in his gut. âI messed up, man. I know youâre in there and if youâd rather not see me, thatâs fine. But I know I hurt you a-and I want to apologize if⊠if youâll let me.â
Wringing his hands, he blinks heavily and wills himself not to tear up again. Bakugou has every right to shut him out; itâs up to Kirishima to do what he shouldâve done in the first place and respect his wishes.
Itâs a reality he doesnât have to face, however â the knob turns and the door cracks open the slightest bit. When it doesnât move beyond that, Kirishima pushes for it to open further, sticking his head through the gap.
âNitro?â
Silhouetted by his bedside lamp, Bakugou is tossing up his covers to properly burrow inside them. âGet your ass in here alreadyâ, he says over his shoulder, a bite to his tone Kirishima recognizes from their early days. âAnd close the door. Itâs fucking late.â
He practically jumps to the task. âOkay, yeah, sorry!â Once the door clicks shut, Kirishima shuffles his feet, wanting to get closer but unsure if heâs allowed. Carefully, he makes his way over and stops, half a step in the circle of light cast around Bakugouâs bed.
âSo. UmâŠâ His hand brushes red strands behind his ear. His palms are sweaty. âIââ
âDid you mean it?â
Bakugou doesnât even sound angry; Kirishima would definitely deserve it if he was. Heâs unsure if that no-bullshit edge is any better, though, swallowing heavily. âYeah. Well, kinda. Theâ the words were right butâŠâ He clenches his hands to fists, brings his gaze up to look at him.
Kirishimaâs eyes widen. The rest of that sentence flees from his mind entirely.
âWhatâŠ?â
Scrapes, bruises, gauze stuck to both cheeks, bandages wrapped around both arms. Back to the wall, legs loosely crossed in front of him, Bakugou looks like he went a round or five with a superpowered bobcat, dried blood clinging to some of the many scratches on his skin.
Yet his eyes are focused, pinning Kirishima with the same precision with which he handles everything in life. âBut?â
âBakugou! What happened?!â
âPicked a fight.â A sharp sniff. Bakugou shrugs like he couldnât care less. ââs none of your business. Answer my question.â
Ouch. Kirishima doesnât linger on that, he canât, too busy mentally cataloguing the damage and trying not to drag Bakugou to the infirmary ASAP. Whichâ
âWe gottaâ Recovery Girl. Sheâll heal you right up.â
Bakugou huffs a laugh, no humor in it whatsoever. âAlready went. Itâs done. Answer the fucking question, Kirishima.â
Itâs incredibly hard to unstick his mind from whatever the hell happened there. Like a wrestling match with his own thoughts, struggling to get them on the wrong set of tracks despite his brain frantically gesturing towards Bakugou.
Kirishima rubs his palms over his face, pats his cheeks none-too-gently for good measure. Focus.
âRight. Yes, I meant what I said. Itâsâ Mina isnât me, Baku. She canât take your anger like I can, okay? They⊠they were just trying to cheer you up and you were out of line. Butââ
Bakugouâs gaze isnât letting him go, intense like theyâre mid-battle and heâs trying to figure out Kirishimaâs next move. Guard all the way up. Kirishima drops his hands, wide open.
âYour day was already crappy enough without me putting you on the spot like that. You said you wanted to go and I forced you to stay and deal with even more stuff because I was angry and worried and⊠Yeah. I went about it all wrong and Iâm sorry.â
Those damn tears are lurking at the corners of his eyes, itching and burning but Kirishima fights them off. He nods to the ground.
âI really let you down. Thatâs all I wanted to say.â
Kirishima waits. For a moment that feels eternal, he stands there with his head bowed and his fingers clinging to the edge of his shirt. He fully expects to be met with silence until he gets the memo and leaves.
Then Bakugou sighs.
âYou look like hell, yâknow that? Your eyes are all puffy and shit.â
Wincing, Kirishima nods again. âI know.â He peeks up through the gaps in his hair.
Bakugou huffs, exasperated and so much more like himself. âDonât give me that. Iâm still pissed at you.â
There. A chance. All it takes is a leap of faith. âBut?â, Kirishima asks quietly.
âBut nothing, fucker. Iâm pissed, full stop.â A glower that would make a quirked-up Aizawa proud. Bakugou crosses his arms; Kirishima ducks his head. âYouâre lucky youâre you or Iâd have kicked your ass straight to whichever place stupid potato dogs like you go to when they die.â
Donât laugh. Kirishima bites his lip. Half a second later, a pillow smacks his shoulder with impressive force.
âShut up. I got it, okay? I know Iâmâ, a pause filled with teeth grinding audibly, âdifficult, I guess. And an asshole. I know all that.â
The urge to laugh is replaced by a shot of vertigo, like Kirishima missed a step down a flight of stairs. Their eyes meet, and Bakugou glares.
âItâs what you said. Donât you dare take it back now.â
âBut thatâs not what I meaââ
âTough shit, bitch, âcause thatâs what I got from it. Itâs fine, okay? If someoneâs gonna call me out on my bullshit itâs gotta be you. Itâs justââ
Bakugou drops his hands in his lap, staring at the bandages running up to his elbows. There are blisters on his right palm, visible even in the half-dark.
âNot in front of everyone?â, Kirishima offers in a small voice.
A tense breath. âYeah. Makes me wanna blow up and lose my shit for real.â
âIâm sorry.â
âYou already said that. I told you itâs fucking fine.â
âButââ
âEijirou.â
Kirishimaâs heart squeezes. Bakugou looks so exhausted and itâs all his fault. Still, he mumbles, âOkayâ, and he wordlessly swears on everything he holds dear that heâll listen, next time. That heâll trust Bakugou to do the right thing and stay in control.
âOkay.â Bakugouâs eyes are on him again, less heavy now. âI donât wanna talk about the fight, either.â
Kirishimaâs hands clench, not tight enough to rip into the fabric but close enough. âAt all orâŠ?â
âNot sure yet. Definitely not tonight.â
âOkayâ, Kirishima repeats. Itâs not forever. He can handle anything if itâs not forever. âUm. Are we cool? I get it if⊠not. I can leave, too. Whatever you want.â
Unexpectedly, Bakugou groans, almost⊠amused? âScrew you. I should be milking the fuck outta this but⊠Yeah, weâre cool.â
Oh. Kirishima canât help the way his resolve wobbles with how relieved he is, keeping his shaky inhale as stealthy as possible. He fucked up and his best friend doesnât hate him. Theyâre gonna be okay.
âKiriâŠâ
Thereâs a strange expression on Bakugouâs face, pinched and frustrated-looking. His eyes are soft, though. Concerned. âStop crying, you big baby. Câmere. And bring my pillow, I actually need it.â
Kirishima keeps it casual. He grabs the pillow and pads over instead of running. He tosses it in Bakugou's lap, earning a grumbled, âThanks.â
Almost casual. Thereâs an attempt, at least, chucked right out the window the second Bakugou sort-of-maybe-kind-of indicates the possibility of a hug. Then heâs throwing himself on the bed, the sight of raw skin and gauze-white turning his tackle into a marginally gentler embrace of Bakugouâs shoulders.
Bakugou squeezes back, brutally tight. âHold back on me again and Iâm kicking you out.â
A wheeze of breath turns into hushed laughter. âIâll do better.â Kirishima tucks his face against Bakugouâs neck and sniffles. âIâll be good, Nitro, I swear.â
Bakugou knocks their heads together, too gentle to even register as that. His lips against Kirishimaâs temple, he mumbles, âYou already are, idiot. One dumb mistake wonât change that.â
>>Chapter 9.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou#kiribaku#bnha fanfiction#this fic is also on AO3!!#baku is soft - a longfic#my stuff
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The Correct Paperwork
The Correct Paperwork: A Falcon Fanfic
Buy me a â Character Pairing: Â Sam Wilson x F!Reader
Word Count: Â 1582
Rating:Â E
Square filled:Â @star-spangled-bingoâ - Redwing
Warnings:Â Smut (M|F, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, video sex)
Synopsis: Â Sam sends Redwing into your office while heâs away on a mission and you agree to give him a small show, but only if he sends in the correct paperwork.
The Correct Paperwork
You were sitting at your desk just trying to get through some of the mountains of monotonous paperwork that had ended up on your desk when the little bird drone came hovering in through your door. Sam had expected as much, he knew what time of the day it was and he knew what the otherâs were like.  People knew what the Avengers did obviously.  They saved the world.  They fought bad guys.  They were heroes.  What most people didnât know was the absolute mountain of paperwork that there was involved with the Avengers being a functioning unit.  Not even counting the mission files and intelligence reports that were the sole purview of Maria Hill, there was a lot.  Incident reports that had to be filed with local authorities.  Insurance claims that came through due to damage to property, both belong to Avengers or the public as a whole.  Health insurance claims.  Investment portfolios to keep money coming in because there was not a single company in the world that would insure the Avengers for either property damage or their medical coverage. There were lawsuits and payslips, sick leave and holiday leave, overtime and hazard pay, and so much more all needing the iâs dotted and the tâs crossed.  When they werenât, it ended up on your desk.
They werenât a lot. No one liked to do their paperwork. Most rushed it.  Some, like Clint and Tony, would just sign and initial where they needed to and hope the rest just magically got filled in.
You looked up at the sound of Redwingâs engine and smiled. The video through the camera of the Redwing wasnât the best quality. It had that red filter and was a little staticky, but he was still more than happy to see you. âWhy hello there, Redwing,â you said, putting your pen down and leaning back in your chair.  âShouldnât you be locked up in the armory?â
Sam chuckled and relaxed back on the ratty mattress he was lying on. âHeâs doing me a favor,â he said.  Heâd been away on a mission for a week and heâd missed you. There was a procedure for taking out any of the weaponry, which included both Redwing and his wings. There was a bioscan and something to sign.  That way no one took things they werenât supposed to and people knew where everything was. Commandeering one of his old Redwing units to talk to you was breaking every rule.
âIs he now?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. âShouldnât you be working, Mister Wilson?â
âItâs my turn to sleep,â Sam answered. âAnd you know thereâs one thing that always helps me sleep.â
You chuckled. âAnd how are we going to do that when Iâm here and youâre all the way over there?â
âI can see you, you know?â Sam teased, playfully.  âMaybe you could give me a little show?â
âSam!â You scolded. âIâm at work.â
Sam chuckled and put an arm behind his head. He knew from the tone you were going to play along, but youâd just need a little talking into it. âCome on, baby,â Sam teased.  âItâs been a week.  Iâm forgetting what you look like.â
You smirked and got up going to the door and locking it. âWell, youâve seen me now. You can put Redwing back where he belongs.â
âPlease, baby,â Sam begged, his hand slipping into the waistband of his sweatpants. âShow me a little sugar.  Youâre so god damn beautiful.â
âYou and youâre sweet talk, Samuel,â you teased, unbuttoning your blouse. You kept it pulled closed so he couldnât see anything and when it was completely unbuttoned you turned away from Redwing.
Sam chuckled and maneuvered the drone around trying to get a better view. âYou feeling shy?â
You laughed and turned again, your hands moving behind your back, unhooking your bra. He moved the drone again and you kept your back to him as you unhooked your bra.  You slid it off under your shirt and held it out, dropping it to the floor.
âBaby!â Sam whined. âSuch a fucking tease.â
âYou know I am,â you said turning back to him, still holding your blouse closed. You ran your fingers down the button placket.  Sam started to slowly stroke himself hard. âYou being a good boy while youâre away, Sam?â
âWhen am I ever?â He teased, his palm working up and down his length. âNow letâs see those titties.â
You started laughing. âSweet talker,â you giggled. Sam laughed with you and slowly opened your blouse, first one side, and then the other, exposing your breasts to him. Even with the static and the red filterÂ
âOh, yeah, thatâs the ticket,â he said. âFuck, youâre gorgeous.  How about you pinch your nipples a little, make them nice and hard for me.â
âYeah?â You teased, running your fingers around your areolae. You pinched your nipples and tugged on them a little, making them pebble and harden. âAre you touching yourself?  You making yourself hard for me, Sammy?â
Sam pushed his pants down a little and wrapped his hand around his cock, groaning softly. âYou know I am.  You make me so hard, babe.â
You moved over to your desk, still toying with your nipples. âIâm glad to hear it,â you said.  âMaybe I should play with myself too.â
âFuck, yeah you should,â Sam groaned as he tugged on his cock. A bead of pre-come had begun to form on the head and he ran his palm over it, lubricating it.
You turned again and hitched your skirt up to the top of your thighs, before bending over. He groaned as he watched you grab the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, your ass bouncing from side to side as you wriggled out of them. His breath caught at the way the elastic of the waistband pulled against your thighs as you dragged them down.
âGod, youâre hot,â Sam hummed as he stroked his cock a little faster.
âThank you, honey,â you said, hopping up onto your desk and spreading your legs. He groaned again as he caught sight of your pussy.  You reached between your legs and spread your folds. The pink of your labia was darker through the red filter of Redwing, but he could see it glistening.
âFuck,â he sighed as you began to move his finger up and down your folds. âWhat I wouldnât give to bury my face between your legs and eat you out.â
âMmmâŠâ you hummed as your finger around your clit in tight circles. âIâd like that. You are so good with your mouth.  What else would you do?â
Precum began to run down his cock and over his knuckles. He grunted softly and bucked his hips up.  âIâd use my fingers on that sweet spot inside you. Maybe play with your ass a little.  Would you like that?â
âFuck yeah, I would, Sammy,â you groaned, pushing two fingers inside yourself. He could still see you were using your thumb on your clit, but your hand hid most of your movements. Not that it mattered to Sam.  You were playing with your breasts again, squeezing and massaging them. First one and then the other, and your face was a mask of pure pleasure.
He worked his hand faster up and down his cock, moaning softly as it throbbed in his hand. âThen Iâd bend you over that desk and fuck you,â he growled.
âNo you wouldnât,â you said, your breath coming in shallow. âBecause Iâd be sucking that dick first.  Iâd take it so far down the back of my throat Iâd choke on it.â
âFuck,â Sam groaned. âI miss you so much, baby. Do your fingers feel good.â
âYeah, babe,â you moaned. âI wish they were yours though.â
âI wish that too,â he gasped in response. âSo bad.â
He watched on as your chest started to heave and small beads of sweat clung to your brow. âFuck you look so good,â he grunted.  His cock was throbbing, but he wanted you to come first.
You began to pant and you bucked up on the dest. âFuck,â you gasped.  âIâm close, Sammy.  Are you close?â
âYeah, babe. Right there.  You come for me. Let me see you.â
You kept working your fingers, rubbing your clit faster and faster, and with a loud cry, you jerked up and came. Every muscle in your body tightened and you arched back on the desk.
Sam groaned, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft, there was a tightening of his balls and with a grunt he released - hot ropes of come splattering his stomach. âFuck, babe, you look so good when you come,â he moaned.
âYou do too, I just wished I could have seen it,â you said, still breathing heavily.
âMmm⊠me too. Hopefully, we arenât here too much longer,â Sam replied as he cleaned himself up.
You got up and started to redress. âMe too.  You better put the little bird back in its cage though. If someone notices heâs missing Iâm gonna be filling out paperwork about it all day tomorrow.â
âOf course, honey. I love you.  I really hope I can speak to you properly soon,â Sam said and started to guide Redwing back out the window.
âOh and honey?â You said.
He turned Redwing back and saw you looking up at it. âYeah?â
âThis had better not show up in your briefings when you get back.â
#SSB2020#sam wilson#sam wilson x reader#falcon#falcon fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#smut#the correct paperwork
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âIâm glad we both have found back to you.â
Alan Rubin x fem!Reader (chapter two)
Word Count: 1.850
Fandom: Blues Brothers
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies.
Warnings: mentions of violence, abuse, death, murder, angst, swearing, age gap, fluff and slight smut
Summary: You met a handsome musician and his band, including a surprise form your past.
chapter 1
chapter 3
chapter 4
A couple days later Alan was meeting Kelsey for lunch at a cozy bistro at Blue Island Avenue. âSo youâre not gonna ask me?â, she remarked before taking a big sip of her coffee and gave him a curious look over the rim of her cup. âAbout what precisely?â âMy parents.â âIt seemed like I blindsided you with that question before, didnât want to push youâŠâ âStill just as taken back as before I see.â She took a deep breath.Â
âMumâs dead, she passed away when I was 17, around Christmas.â âIâm⊠so sorry. What happened?â, he replied in a soft tone. âShe fell down the stairs⊠You remember we had those big stairs made out of marble in the hall? Yep. She.. fell⊠according to the Police.â Alan raised an eyebrow. âWell, I saw my dad pushing her. Cops said he was trying to get a hold of her arm as she lost her balance but.. I saw it, you know? He often was violent with us, if he was home at all.â âI had no idea, I never noticed how troubled you wereâ, he admitted rather guilty. Without thinking he grabbed her hand that lied between her plate and the empty bread basket made from raffia, starting to softly caress the back of her hand with his thumb. âOh itâs okay, really. You were hired for teaching me how play the horn, no more, no less.â, she gave him a reassuring smile. âCâmon donât act like it was just that. We did get along pretty well. I remember one time you begged me for weeks to take you with me to that Miles Davis concert and although you had promised me to keep me awake during the ride back, as soon as your head hit the passengers seat you were knocked flat out.â, he shook his head but grinned widely. âIâm sorry but I had to prepare myself for sneaking back into the house at - what was it? 4am?â They both laughed and exchanged a look of familiarity. âBelieve me, I fought desperately to stay awake. Kicked myself for missing out on a 3 hour ride alone with you in the car at night.â Kelsey suddenly blushed. âYou didn't have the slightest idea how much I was into you, didnât you?â Hold on what am I doing? Shut your big bazoo âWellâŠâ Alan felt caught off guard and tried to ease the tension. âYou were a teenager, donât teenager have a crush on everything and everyone?â Kelsey put on a smile âYeah, I guess so.â She took heart âBut not me⊠I-â âCan I get you anything else?â She was interrupted by the waitress. âThink weâre fine, thanks!â, the trumpet player gave her a nod. Kelsey checked her watch. âDamn, Iâm late for the backshift, Iâm so sorry Alan I totally lost track of time.â âNo harm done, girl.â, he explained as he put some money on the table.â âThanks for taking over the bill.â He smiled âNext time is on you then.â
When they stood outside the small bistro Kelsey couldnât help herself but gave Alan a big tight hug. He seemed utterly surprised about this gesture but quickly put his arms around her. âThanks.â, she murmured, squeezing her eyes. The slightly older man had his eyes closed as well, inhaling her scent, feeling more secure than he had in a long time. Starting to feel embarrassed she got off of him and looked around for the nearest bus station, realising the next bus was already in sight. âI gotta catch that one!â âIs practise still on for Thursday? Your place?â, he called after her. âSure! 5pm, bring your horn.â, she waved at him and got onto the bus.
In preparation for Thursday Kelsey practised extra hard - on the other hand though she knew she shouldnât take a heavy toll on her lip, that would only make things worse. I have to play decent tomorrow, at all costs. And even as her tones got real crappy, even more crappy than usual, she kept on playing, wanted to go over everything and every scale she had learned so far. However after 3 hours she was physically exhausted from trying to catch those high notes and her mouth piece left a dark, red circle around her lips.
And then finally - it was Thursday, just before 5pm. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before she changed her outfit for the 4th time that day. Perhaps I should go with the dress I wore first. But before she could get undressed another time there was a knock at the door. So she had no choice but to stay in her pleated skirt and red blouse. Alright, keep your head, relax, you got this. âHi Alan, please come in.â The tensed girl was greeted by a big smile. âNice to see ya.â The trumpet player stepped in and went into the living room, where everything was already set up. âHow about we get right to it, hm?â
They both took a seat and she flipped one of the exercise books open. âSo last Iâve practised these eighth notes in 3/4 - time.â âDid you warm up before?â, Alan tried to test her. âYes I have.â, she responded quickly. âGood, then give it a try, Iâm curious!â Oooh boy, here we go. Kelsey started to play the Ă©tude but already messed up the first few notes. Nervously she put her instrument down and glanced at Alan who wasnât showing any reaction. And so she tried again. She played the whole piece but some of the notes didnât come out at first try, so she messed up with the beat as well. When she had finished, she sighed in annoyance and didnât even give Alan a glance. âAlright, how about you listen to what itâs supposed to sound like, to give you an idea.â And with that the grabbed his own horn, cleared his throat and played the little practise piece. Needless to say he did a perfect job on it. Kelsey couldnât help herself but watch the man at her side while he was playing and it made her smile. He makes it look so easy. I mean it is, itâs freakin easy and Iâm nothing but a failure. âNow itâs your turn again. Perhaps using the metronome will help you.â He grabbed the little gadget and set the right beat and speed. Listening to the soft âtick tick tickâ sound Kelsey tried started from the beginning. Again a few notes simply didnât come out at first try but just an airy sound, so halfway through she stopped. âNo, no, come on keep going!â, the professional bolstered her. And so she did. âHeck! This is a waste of time, Iâm sorry.â, the girl snapped and got up, taking a few steps away from her chair. âCâmon it is not. It will take some time, thatâs all. I know you probably donât wanna hear this but you havenât played for over 5 years, meaning you HAVE to consider yourself as beginner and thatâs okay.â Alan tried to calm her. âLook thatâs not it. I suck, okay? I. SUCK. S-U-C-K!â. She was fuming. Putting extra emphasis on every letter as she spelled it out when tears began to run down her cheek. Alan jumped to his feet. âHey, hey, donât cry hun! I know itâs tough but you will get there. Believe me, I didnât sound any better when I started.â âIâm so fucking dumbâŠâ Kelsey murmured under her breath and turned away from the man who placed his hand on her shoulder. âWhy are you saying this?â She turned around but didnât look at him. âDumb. I mean for walking away from it in the first place. I could be playing so well by now if I hadnât quit.â The musician gave her a sympathetic look. âYou had just started college. Itâs okay to think about other things than playing the horn at that age.â âYou didnât.â, she countered and felt the need to look at him. Alan chuckled âYeah but I attended Juilliard School of Music at the age of just 17 to become a professional. You chose a different path and you keep telling me how much you love your job.â Kelsey turn her head away from the man, who softly grabbed her chin and lifted her head up forcing her to look at him. He carefully wiped away one of her tears on her cheek. âListen. The most important thing is that you have found your way back to it and the trumpet its way to you⊠To be honest Iâm glad both of us have found back to you.â He cupped her face gently in his hands, staring into her green eyes. Her breath hitched as he leaned in to drop a soft kiss on her lips. As he slowly pulled away, she crushed her lips on his again. Eagerly and desiring for more, she forced him to stumble a few steps back until he hit the wall. The kiss deepened, his big hands wandered to the back of her thighs, exploring her skin while going all the way up to her ass. Realising she wore a thong he gave her bare butt cheeks a determinant squeeze. Thank God she skipped on her tights today. Uncontrolled she ran her hands through his dark, slightly wavy hair, which he thankfully hadnât slicked back today, caressing the shorter hair at his neck with one hand. The kiss became sloppy when both started to explore the other oneâs mouth with their tongue. He lifted her right leg, bringing her knee up to his hip, which allowed him to pull her in even closer. As she grabbed a big fistful of his gorgeous hair, a deep moan left his mouth which brought her back to reality, so all of the sudden she pulled away. âIâm - so sorry.â, she stammered, trying to catch her breath. Alan cleared his throat âNo need to apologise.â He awkwardly looked around the room. And then there was this weird silence, neither of them knew what to say or do next, so they just stood there, avoiding the gaze of the other until Alan screw up his courage.â Soo.. tomorrow night we play at âThe Hideoutâ. Perhaps youâd like to come by.â Tomorrow?! âSounds good, Iâll try to make it.â, Kelsey smiled. âNiceâ he said nervously while grabbing his jacket and horn. He looked at her once more, wondering if he should kiss her goodbye. He took half a step towards her but his alarm bells went off reminding him that the situation was already embarrassing enough. âGuess Iâll see you around then.â And with a few quick steps he reached the door of her flat and left, feeling like a fool. Not only like a fool but like a goofy teenager. Kelsey closed the door behind him. Tomorrow!? I agreed on meeting Elwood after the gig. We made plans to see the Sonny Boy Williamson act starting at midnight.
#blues brothers#blues brothers fandom#Alan Rubin x fem!Reader#Alan Rubin x Reader#blues brothers fanfiction#fan fiction#Mr. Fabulous#Elwood Blues
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Stress Relief
Alright. This damn band and fandom has got the best of me finally.
Haven't written in over 10 years. Definitely never written smut before.
I've given in! There are pages and pages of smut notes in my journals, phone, and computer so I guess this is my new hobby in quarantine.
Relatively unedited so apologies there.Â
Yell at me here, or yell at me on AO3 under the same name.Â
Also I have a very limited knowledge of how the hell this cursed site works despite being on it for most of its existence. So if there's shit I didn't tag correct here let me know.
Also Tumblr apparently hates making the italicized bits appear here so Iâll reblog this in a sec with the AO3 link if you, like me, really like seeing the emphasis :)
I am otherwise too lazy currently to figure it out or fix it and Iâm already reposting this since Tumblr also apparently hates outside links! Thanks Hell Site.Â
STRESS RELIEF
Heâs been working on this project for a week straight and as usual itâs cutting into personal hours. Though that doesnât faze him, scribbling notes in the margin of this current translation and completely forgetting to call for dinner. Itâs 10:30 at night and Iâve brought him ever meal today as well as coffee multiple times. At this point itâs half just so I can make sure heâs still awake and breathing.
His dinner looks untouched and heâs got ink on his cheek. I donât even think he noticed me come in until I was right behind his chair with my hands on his shoulders. He only startles a bit and I lean forward to peek at his progress. âYouâve gotten far todayâ I note, âThough dinner was over two hours ago you know.â
He sighs sitting back against me. âI know Tesoro, I know. This one is just.....very difficult. And she wants it earlier than the rest.â He drops the pen and stretches his fingers. âIf I can get this one to her before Friday I think we can have a few days off finally.â
It would be a relief for us both to have a few days off. He squirms as I press at the knots in his shoulder.
"I will literally stand guard outside this office to fend people off if it will help. I was starting to think I might have to tie you up somewhere to keep you from coming into the office this weekend.â He breathes in sharply once and there's a moment of stillness before heâs laughing quietly. Interesting.
Iâm solidly around the front side of his desk before I notice the flush on his face. Double interesting.
The last paper in front of him has been moved aside in favor of the dinner plate. Heâs frowning at it. The dish isnât one that would be particularly appetizing cold. âI think......perhaps a trip to the kitchen might serve us better?â I offer. âYou can find something better than that and I can find something for desert. I think Papa mentioned there was pie tonight.â
Pie makes a good dinner.â He says with a quirk of the eyebrow. Problem solved.
âââ
âHey!â I gasp as his teeth scrape down my neck. âHey, I told you, none of that tonight. I have a ton of important meetings tomorrow. You know, the kind with people from Outside This Church whom I need to view me as respectable, buddy.â He isn't looking at me but growls a little against my skin.
I tangle my hands in his hair and tug sharply back to meet his wild eyes with mine. âNo biting.â âYouâre gonna have to save those hickeys for tomorrow, Cardinal...â
Heâs adorably huffy about it but also doesnât falter as he ruts against me. His hips grind sharply into my thighs, pressing me hard down into the cushions of his couch. His arms have me caged in below him and he rests his forehead against mine with a low moan.
At some point weâll have to decide if weâre moving to a bed, or at least stopping long enough to take off literally any clothing instead of writhing on the furniture like teenagers. Itâs so good this way though.
I came by to drop off the last few papers for him to finish and somehow convinced him they could be done in the morning. I meant to also convince him to come have another late dinner in the kitchens but he's in a mood and I can't complain. Having him over me, desperate and needy is better than any drug. I busy myself with the buttons on his jacket and shirt, impatient to get my hands into his chest hair. He hums as I run my fingers through it, and lower. His mouth is at my ear, his nose in my hair. I tug at his belt as he arches over me.
âWe should go go to bedâ he whispers âwe should go to bed so I can fuck you into the weekend. I want to wrap you around me and make you cum until you canât remember your nameâ. The words coming out of his mouth are getting deep and breathy. That voice.
Even his perfectly normal, reasonable Latin lectures make me want to get on my knees for him. I'm pretty certain the whole class feels that way. Technically, I know Iâm not the only one he sleeps with either but recently I seem to have lucked out.
âYou canâtâ I growl back as he presses me down. âAs much as Iâd love to have you buried in me from now until Sunday, you still have 'homework' for tomorrow and I.... I canât bag out of my important meetings. Sister will literally have me murdered if I leave her alone with those delegates.â
He moans low and deep grabbing at my thigh to pull me further under him, tighter against him. We press back and forth rocking against each other and making out. Heâs driving against me over and over in a way that will have me undone very shortly. I have to bury my face in his shoulder to keep my whimpers quiet. Office hours are over but the door isnât locked and Ghouls have a way of showing up when shit is about to get good.
I'm starting to lose it. âPlease, Copia, please, pleasepleaseâ I beg. He grinds into me slower and slower pressing closer and longer and I think I could die from needing to cum. His breath is in my ear choppy and hot. Little wines, murmurs spilling from his mouth as he gets closer to the edge.
My body arcs up against him, my hands trapped against his chest as an orgasm washes over me. Head thrown back into the cushion I cry out when he sucks at the skin at my collar. Iâm gasping as I come down. And then I realize.
Yanking my hands from between us to grab at his head. âCOPIA, Satanus! What the fuck did I just say!â Heâs a bit of a mess this close to an orgasm and only whines at me when I scold him. His rhythm is getting lost now and though I'm mildly pissed about the bite, I donât think thereâs a better time to test my new interesting theory than now.
I wind the fingers of my left hand tight into his hair and grab harshly at his hips with my right. âBite me again and see what happens Cardinal. Donât make me tie you down next time.â
He comes hard. Face buried in my collarbone despite my hard grip on his hair. Heâs arched so hard into me I think Iâll be feeling it well into next week. We collapse slowly into the couch. Itâs hot and sweaty not to mention the utter mess he's just made. Whatever. He must own 20 pairs of those black pants anyways.
I stroke his hair and laugh softly into it as he tries to regain some steadiness of breath. âWell then, Cardinal.â I arch my eyebrow at him and he's absolutely blushing. He won't quite make eye contact and I can't keep this crooked smirk off my face. He buries his face back against me and grumbles âMaybe time for a real dinner, Tesoro?â as the office door opens. A silver face peeks through, checking the desk and then turning to see us tangled on the couch. âOh! Sorry, boss. Just, uh, making sure the, uh, lights were off in here. Yeah.â âBut um, never mind if youâre still in here working!â The voice fades as the face retreats quickly.
Copia makes a tired sound. âGhouls.â
âââ
The free weekend has been axed.
Delegates from the Unitarian Church apparently liked our pitch enough that they decided to hang around for a few days and view the abbey in itâs working state. On the one hand itâs great. Not completely bonkers church allies would be incredibly helpful to us. But I'm mentally tapped out from the socializing. Copia too, has been dragged into the fray. Unlike our Third Papa he can be counted on to treat our guest well without shamelessly flirting with each and every one of them. Unitarian Universalists might not immediately kick a bunch of Satanists out of church club but they still probably view married couples as a little less fair game than Terzo does.
They leave just in time for us to jump right in on the next round of translations. Some books from our archives can only be opened for a few nights a year or a decade. Some can only be opened for a few hours at a time, or only in the perfect humidity, or only by a woman, or a ghoul, or Papa. Itâs a particular kind of puzzle game to schedule the translations of these texts. Plus very few people can translate them at all let alone as quickly as the Cardinal.
Imperator schedules, I ferry book and papers. He translates. I return books and papers and organize translations by type and date so we can digitize them later. Itâs part of the push to get this church into a modern century. Making an effort to have other church allies is as well. Nihil is totally against it even though his sons are all for it. Or maybe thatâs because his sons are all for it.
Everyone is tired. Everyone is busy. The congregation is much bigger than it used to be but still there isn't a lot of down time. We've got a horde of siblings at our disposal to help with all the cleaning, data entry, filing, etc. but someone still needs to steer the ship.
It turns out that managing people is a pain in the ass and regretfully I'm good at it.
Thankfully I still end up spending most of my day filing and organizing piles. It's boring but methodical and leaves me with enough brain space to let my mind rest or wander as it chooses.
I'm deep into sorting notes from the early 30's so we can see if anything matches up with books from that era but my mind has wandered back to the Cardinal's ass in his red pants.
He stepped away from the monstrous paper pile for coffee this morning but two moments later was back leaning across the front of his desk to scribble a note in the margins of whatever he's trying to decipher. It's a very nice ass.
It's been over a week since we've been able to do anything more than snag a kiss between meals, sleep, and work. It's fine, except that it really, really isn't. Stress relief is important. And doing it myself is currently feeling a little subpar when the alternative is so incredibly attractive.
Also. There's this whole other aspect of him that I really want to get another glimpse of. We have been mostly on equal footing or he's been in charge since we've been seeing each other, but I know that's not all there is. Not just because of the way he blushes when I boss him around but also because of that dinner months ago where a wine drunk Terzo whispered in my ear all sorts of things about how delightful and versatile a bed partner Copia is.
I think I want to know all the ways to make him whimper and beg.
Unbeknownst to him, Thursday night we're going to catch a break. Imperator is headed out of town with a few of the Emeritus family for some swearing in of a little sect or two a few cities over. Copia and I have been excused to finish up one really time sensitive book and they're going to be gone for two whole days.
Of course, I know that the book is finished already. He did the last bit around 2am and I just couldn't bring myself tell her in case she decided to dump another stack on us as she walked out the door. Two days isn't enough for a real vacation but it's definitely enough for a little rest and stress relief.
______
I feel like I'm laying a trap. Getting us out of work, convincing him to come back to his rooms to change for dinner.
There's a tiny unmarked bottle of lube tucked on the hallway table next to the Baphomet statue where he hangs his keys. Normally he never looks at that table, just drops his keys across it, puts his hat on Baphomet's head, and comes to collapse on the couch or bed.
There he is though, looking at the bottle curiously, fingers starting to unbutton the top of his jacket unconsciously as his brow creases. I have to move fast. I walk up and my hands take over for his. Unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it back over his shoulders but not taking it off of him. I push at his chest gently until he steps back all the way against the heavy wood door.
"Tesoro, I... " He looks down at my face as I'm unbuttoning his shirt. My hands work downwards and I see as he completely forgets about the bottle. "Hello there" he says with a smile and slides his hands into my hair to turn my face up towards him. I get an arched eyebrow, a little half smile, and then, a little hitched breath as I tug open his belt.
I lean in to rub my nose under his jaw and breathe him in. His arms come up to pull me close and I can feel the rumble in his chest. We stand for a moment in peace, enjoying the closeness before I tug his hands down to lay flat against the door. "Keep them there, alright?" I whisper in his ear.
He breathes out an unsteady yes while I lay kisses down his neck. His trousers are undone and he hums through his teeth as I take him out and stroke him. Lightly over and over. Teasing gently. His head is back with eyes closed which is perfect.
When I ease my lube slick hand down his dick his whole body jolts and his eyes fly open to stare at me. "Oh! Ohhh...." Hands tight against the door his hips push forward into my hand and he screws his eyes closed again as I stroke him a second time.
"F...uck. Oh. Fuck. Tesoro..." he whimpers and the sound strikes deeply hot at the center of me.
I keep my touch firm but slow. A steady torcherous pace. I wonder how long I can keep him here. Trapped between my body and the door, gasping and moaning as I tease him higher and higher.
I want to talk to him but I'm a little afraid this will end too soon if I do so I settle for brushing my lips across his, across his face, against his sideburns until he's begging. "Tesoro, pleeease. PPlease. Ah. Ah. Oh, lord, Tesoro. I need....ah, please."
His face is plastered to my neck and I dig my free hand into his hair to hold him there. He hasn't moved his hands an inch though I see them tremble and grasp.
"You're doing so well, yeah?" I whisper. "You sounds so good like this. I love it. I love hearing how badly you need this." I can feel his knees knock a little as I speak to him. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Making you come undone for me like this. Did you think I hadn't noticed how pink you get when I tell you what to do?"
"Ah, Satanus. Por favor...." he wines. "por favor....." His hips are trying to press forward, but I've got him tight against the door. I up the pace of my strokes until he can hardly speak. Low gasps and whimpers escape him as I bring him higher.
"Are you close love? I need you to tell me when you're close. I want you to tell me when youâre going to cum." That pulls a little wail from him and he gasps, crushing his face deeper into my neck. "Oh, Santanus. Oh, Lucifer. "
"You gonna beg me, sweetheart?" I husk in his ear. "Come on. Say please?"
He doesn't manage it, curling tight over my body as he comes. His arms forget the door to crush me against him. Fingers grip my back and shoulder so hard it almost hurts and I can hear his breath stop completely for a moment. I let him hold me, pressing myself tight up against him, toes to head.
It hardly feels like he is going to stand on his own so I just clean him up with a conveniently located cloth and pepper his face with little kisses. I brush the damp hairs back from his brow and when he lifts his eyes to mine he still flushes a even brighter red.
I must look entirely too pleased with myself because he quickly closes them again and lets his head fall back against the door with a solid "thunk."
"Fuck", he breathes, "I...ah, just.....Fuck."
I am pleased with myself. Humming softly I tuck him back into his trousers and pull the edges of his collar down so I can kiss him long and hard before patting his chest and moving away back into his rooms. He doesn't follow me and I look back to see him still leaning against the door staring.
"Dinner?" I ask with a bright innocent smile.
He growls with narrowed eyes and launches himself into the room. Shrieking with laughter I race to the other side of his couch. "Come here..." he murmurs. And when I don't move he crooks a finger at me. "Topolino. Come on. Come. Here. "
It's so goddamn hot. I want to.
But.
"Make me." It's impossible to keep a grin off my face knowing that the whole wing of this abbey is definitely going to hear about when he catches me. I have the advantage of steady feet, but his eyes are dark and his smile dangerous.
I am super, super fucked.
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Bottle You Up // Park Jinyoung
Therapist! Jinyoung x Patient! Reader
Fluff, Mild angst, poorly written smut
Request from @luckykpopanimespyâ. Thank you for the request and being so patient with me. I promised myself Iâd have this done before my bday tomorrow and before the weekend ended so her it is. This is my first ever published piece for Jinyoung so I hope you enjoy and I hope I was able to create what you wanted.
Maybe falling for Jinyoung wasn't the best idea, him being your therapist and all. After years of constantly feeling like there was something wrong with her, it was nice to have someone other than Jackson understand her personality. Most (especially her family) would say that youâre socially inept, emotionally detached but really she was just bad with people which might be the same thing but in order to shut her mother up sheâd gone to see a therapist like she recommended. He had been her therapist for the past year thanks to their mutual friendship with one Jackson Wang. Â
"You know I was starting to think you didn't need my services anymore." Jinyoung teases as he flips another piece of meat on the grill. Therapy sessions with Jinyoung were a bit different i.e. instead of sitting in a room and listening to her talk about her issues, every session consisted of different activities that included the most mundane of things like going to the movies or grocery shopping which were all supposed to help with her lack of social skills as he had put it. All it's done however, is shown her just how much boyfriend material Jinyoung is and she has not one clue as to why he was single. Tonight the session consisted of Korean BBQ and soju.
"Soooo, are you gonna tell me what happened or�"
"He said I was emotionally detached and that I needed to realize that he was more than just a piece of ass, that he has feelings too." Head propped up on my hand I look at him " the dick wasn't even that good and he could never find the damn clit. You'd think with all the porn he watches he would know how to locate it but nada." the young woman shrugs as if she was simply reading off the menu while Jinyoung visibly chokes on the shot of soju he'd taken at that moment.
"I don't know, maybe there really is something wrong with me." Taking the rest of  soju to head, she takes a piece of meat and pops it into her mouth."
"____, there's nothing wrong with you, we've been at this for so long and if he couldn't tell that you're an amazing woman then he didn't deserve you. You aren't bad with people ____, you're just very selective of who and what you give your time and energy too and I don't see anything wrong with that. You aren't meant to be happy all the time, you.."
"Whoa, slow down before I fall more in love with you than I already amâŠhey you wanna be my boyfriend?" If Jinyoung is shocked by the words that come out your mouth then he hides it very well.
Sheâs not drunk if that's what you're thinking. Tipsy, most definitely but not drunkâŠor maybe she is?
"Jackson wasn't lying when he said alcohol makes you loose-lipped huh?"
"I'm not drunk!"
"Sure you aren't sweet cheeks, now listen to me even though I'm sure we'll be having this conversation again in the near future. You sit up straight and look directly at him.
"You aren't meant to be the same person you were a week, a month or a year ago. We as humans, we're creatures of habit but we're also creatures of change and you've changed so much since our first session where you just sat a looked at me andâŠ"
"at least somebody thinks so,"
"Yah! Stop cutting me off you little brat," he says pinching her cheeks and now is definitely not the time to be turned on but god dammit he had you whipped and he didnât even know it.
"Then stop saying shit to increase the massive hard-on I already have for you." You smile at him.
"And that's my cue to get you home." he shakes his head jokingly before calling over the waiter and taking the rest of the food to go.
"Why do you keep ignoring my confessions Jinyoung? At least tell me if you don't feel the same way. I mean it'll suck but I've already accepted my fate with Hanahaki."
"Aish, calm down drama queen,we'll finish talking once we get out of here so stop putting words in my mouth."
âFucking hell, whyâd I leave the damn blinds open?â You mumble to yourself rolling out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom.
Itâs not until youâre settled on the toilet fully immersed in relieving your bladder that the smell of coffee and bacon hits your nose.
Who the fuck did I bring home last night? Â
You grab the baseball bat beside your desk once back in the bedroom and tiptoe out of it following the scent of French vanilla. Â
Firm grip on the handle you poke the shirtless culprit causing the male to jump and drop whatever he was holding in the sink. Once he turns around youâre lowering the bat and glaring at him.
âWhat the fuck are doing in my apartment so early and shirtless?â Bat rested on the counter and arms folded across your chest.
âItâs noon and San said youâd need the grease and coffee at whatever time you decided to wake up. As for why Iâm shirtlessâŠwell, a certain someone who claimed she wasnât that drunk threw up  on me when she tried to convince me to kiss her.â Jinyoung smiles at the pout on your face taking a step forward for every one you took backward.
âI really donât need to know about your sex life Jin. Itâs already bad enough that I gotta deal with the feelings I have for you that I donât need added salt to my wounds.â He chuckles as he traps you between his shirtless body and the counter.
âHow much of last night do you remember pretty girl?â You shrug and reiterate what you remember from the moment you took those migraine pills from San to the moment you woke up. Jinyoung scolds you for mixing alcohol with medication but finally understood why you got so drunk that quickly. Jackson had mentioned in passing that you could hold your liquor more than anyone he knew and even if you did get drunk you never seemed to wake up with a hangover just a craving for coffee and grease. Needless to say he was quite surprised when you were hammered after just four shot of soju and three beers.
He helps fill in the gaps of your hazy memories and by the end your face is buried in your hands.
âJesus Christ what the everloving fuck is wrong with me?â
âHey, hey itâs okay. I mean itâs not everyday the woman that I like throws up on me but it makes for a great story later on.â He laughs and so do you because his laugh is just that infectious but you stop when his words sink in.
âY-you like me?â
âYeahâŠI was going to tell you last night but you got wasted and kept cutting me off and then when I got you home, well you already know how that ended up.â His hands find purchase on your waist pulling you closer to him. One hand leaves your waist and travels up the expanse of your body to cup your face. âIf the offer still stands, I would love to be your boyfriend.â
Jinyoungâs eyes had been one of his many tells and looking directly at him you could see that he was absolutely serious about what heâd just said and before you could talk yourself out of it youâre kissing him.
It takes a moment for him to reciprocate but once he does, itâs more than anything youâve ever conjured up in your imagination. His lips are like marshmallows, soft, sweet and pliant against your own. You can taste the coffee and think that youâd never be able to have French vanilla like a normal person anymore. You canât help the moan that tears from your throat when the hand that once lay on your waist rubs over then grabs an ass cheek, pulling you flush against his body.
âIs that a yes?â He whispers against the side of your neck as he continues peppering the skin with kisses.
âIn every language but what about your job?â You question. As much as you wanted him, you knew this could affect his job.
âYesterday was officially our last session, I meant it when I started I donât think you need me anymore but if you want to keep your sessions going Jaebumâs already agreed to take over.â He smiles and youâre kissing him again. Â
He grabs  both of your thighs and lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He makes the small trek to your bedroom, closing the door with his feet then drops you onto your bed.
âGod this better not be a damn dream.â You mumble with no intention of him hearing but he does and he hovers over you kissing you lips lightly.
âItâs not.â Â
Jinyoungâs hands picks up where he left off and continues its adventure in exploring your body. Pushing the material of your tshirt up and over your head, his mouth latches on to your nipple as his fingers twist and pull at the other.
âJin please.â His name leaves your mouth in a breathless sigh. He doesnât tease or question, he kisses his way down your body until heâs settled between your thighs. Â
Your underwear slowly comes off as he whispers about how wet you are, a tentative lick to your dripping core as he wraps his lips around your swollen bud and sucks hard. Fingers teased your wet folds before one slides in. You moan lightly, head thrown back onto your pillow, back arched when Jinyoung slips another finger past your entrance.
You never knew you could enjoy cunnilingus as much as you were in that moment and it was all thanks to him. You push up on your elbows and look down at the sight of Jinyoungâs face buried in your cunt and canât help the way you clench against his fingers.He ate you out like his life depended on it, knowing exactly when to curl his fingers or suck just a little harder. You were absolutely sure that if San was at home heâd be knocking on your door telling you to keep it down and for once youâve never been more thankful for his early shifts on a Saturday. Â
The tightening of your walls against his fingers alerts him to your impending orgasm and he doubles his efforts to get you there faster. One particularly harsh suck has you coming undone on his tongue and dripping down his fingers.He presses soft kisses up your body as you catch your breath. He wasnât one to brag but seeing the blissed out expression on your face had him mentally tooting his own horn.
âYou good pretty girl?â A kiss to your cheek before dipping into your neck and continuing his assault on your skin.
âYou just gave me the best orgasm of my life and youâre asking me if Iâm okay?â You laugh lightly when you feel him smile against your skin.
âThat was only the beginning baby.â He rises and captures your lips with his. One hand in his hair as the other travels the expanse of his chest down to the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing slipping under. He groans into your mouth when your hands wraps around his length and squeezes.
Slow, languid strokes up and down his has him growing harder than he already was. He lets you have your fun as he rids himself of his pants and boxers, laying you back against your pillows he takes your hands in his, fingers interwoven and holds them down besides your head.
He runs his length through your glistening folds coating himself in your arousal, his tip catches on your entrance and heâs pushing in until heâs buried to the hilt inside you. Neither of you break eye contact and as much as he wants to fuck into you when your legs tighten around his waist effectively pushing him deeper inside you, he knows heâll have many more opportunities to do so.
âPlease,â
You donât have to tell him what you need. Jinyoung is acutely aware of when you want him to go faster and harder or slower and deeper. Knows just when to rub figure eights on your neglected clit to have your back arching into his chest and your nails raking down his back as you reach your high.
He slows his pace letting your come down, leaving kisses all over your face. He waits until your breathing has become steady before picking up his pace and chasing his end. Your hand finds his cheek as you both stare at each other.
âLet go baby, cum for me.â You whisper against his lips. Three deep thrusts and heâs pulling out and coming on your navel with a groan. He places a kiss to your lips before he disappears into your bathroom. You canât help the blissed out smile on your face as your mind replays the last hour. You jump lightly when you feel the warm cloth against your skin and turn to see Jinyoung dressed in his boxers. He helps you pull your tshirt back over your head and tosses the dirty cloth in the hamper then climbs back into your bed pulling you against him.
Head against his chest and his hand in your hair, you sigh in contentment.
âEver since I realized how I felt about you, I always found myself wanting you around me even when I didnât have you booked for a session. I found myself wanting to hold you and never let you leaveâŠâ
âEvery time you smiled at me I felt like I could just keep that image and save it for a rainy day and now I have you here,â you continue when he pauses.
âWhat do you plan to do with me?â You can hear the teasing tone in his voice and you smile. You look up at him and smile pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
âBottle you up.â Â
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Dom (M)
⏠Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ⏠Story Genre: smut, fluff at the end, dom!reader, sub!jungkook, PWP ⏠Warnings in this chapter: unprotected sex, face riding, deepthroat, marking of the body (hickeys and scratches), very light petplay, cum eating, noona kink ⏠Word count: 2.9K ⏠Summary: Your day is going shitty and you just want to fuck the shit out of your boyfriend after he posts a very sexy pic online.
a/n: this is pure filth, I just had these feelings inside of me after some pictures I saw of Jungkook and I just had to let them out somehow, lmao.
9 PM and you were still stuck at work; your feet hurt from wearing high heels all day and you were starting to get a headache from staring at the computer for too long. You wanted nothing more than to just pick up your things and go home to your loving boyfriend Jungkook, but instead, you had to finish a load of paperwork your boss had given you.
Today had been one of those days where everything had ticked you off. You couldnât quite explain it, but you thought that the added workload, the lack of sex (due to that same workload) and your approaching period were making you extra bitchy and horny, bringing your dom persona straight to the surface.
You usually liked to be the submissive one, going to heaven and back every time your boyfriend choked you out with his cock buried deep inside you, but sometimes you liked to be the one in control. Jungkook loved it when you brought your dom side to play; as soon as he would see that look in your eyes and heard your bossy tone his cock would immediately start getting hard for you.
You were keeping it fairly in control, thinking that you were almost finished and could finally relax, but it wasnât until you decided to check Instagram that it all went down the drain: Jungkook had posted a shirtless picture of him from your vacation in Hawaii.
You wanted nothing more than just lock your phone and get back to work, but your eyes kept wandering over his naked torso. He had just come out of the water when you decided to take a picture of him; he looked like a god amongst men with his toned golden muscles glistening in the sun and his wet black hair being pushed back. Damn him and his perfect looks. You wanted to wreck him; you wanted to hear him plead for you to give him what he wants, what only you could give him.
Not being able to hold it in any longer you turned off your computer, picked up your purse and started driving home, telling your boss you had some family emergency. At this moment you didnât care anymore, you would worry about your work tomorrow, for today you had other sticky situations to worry about.
As you parked your car in front of your building you looked up and noticed that the light from your living room was lit up, telling you exactly where your prey of a boyfriend was. You went inside the building and called for the elevator, the ache between your legs being so big that you had to press your hand to your cunt to relief it.
âCome on you stupid elevator, where are you coming from? The moon?â You cursed as you looked at the numbers slowly counting down, the thought of climbing up the stairs briefly passing through your mind.
As soon as the elevator arrived and opened its doors to you, you went inside and quickly punched the button to your floor, checked yourself in the mirror right after; your makeup had run off a little bit, so you applied a bit of concealer to hide your dark circles and an extra coat of your red liquid lipstick that would stay on your mouth even if you were giving the sloppiest of blowjobs.
When the elevator reached your floor you marched down to your door, your hand already inside your purse trying to find your keys; you searched and you searched, but it seemed like they had disappeared into another dimension.
âFuck this shit.â You cursed to yourself once more, giving up on the hell hole that was a womanâs purse and deciding to knock on your door.
âOne second,â you heard your boyfriend say from the other side.
âHurry up,â you demanded.
âY/N? Did you forget your keys?â
When he opened the door you swore you could feel the extra slick moistening your underwear - he was wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants that hung oh so nicely on his hips. You couldnât handle it anymore, you walked inside, closed the door and pushed him to a wall, kissing him fervently.
âDid you miss me that much babe?â He said as he broke the kiss for air.
âShut up. Get on your knees.â It was at that moment that he knew exactly what he was dealing with, the corner of his lips rising up in a smirk. âWhat are you smiling at? Do you think this is funny?â
âNo,â he rapidly got on his knees and glued his eyes on the floor. He knew that dom Y/N was in the house and that you werenât gonna take any shit from him.
âLet me tell you about my day. I had to work for twelve hours in front of a computer, wearing tight and uncomfortable clothes, and hearing shit from my boss about being behind on work. I worked so hard, wishing nothing but to finish early so I can come home to spend time with my boyfriend, but when I decide to take a little break to check Instagram what do I see? I see a photo of my half-naked boyfriend looking all mouth watering with all his glorious abs shining in the sun.â
âIâm sorry noona,â he said with his eyes still glued to your feet.
âDid I tell you you could speak? Youâre so fucking insolent.â He didnât say anything further, only bowing his head further down in a sign of submission.
âDo you have any idea of what you did?â You lifted your right leg up and placed your foot on his shoulder, your heel digging into his flesh. âLook up.â When his brown doe eyes met with your drenched underwear you swore you could see his cock twitching, making your desire grow even more. âYou see what you have done?â You slightly pulled your panties off to show him the string of your arousal that connected you to your underwear. âBecause of you, I couldnât finish my work. Because of you, I had to come home running. Because of you, I had to almost pleasure myself while waiting for the damn elevator. What do you have to say for yourself?â
âI-Iâm sorry noona,â his eyes were still fixed on your glistening cunt, probably thinking of all the things he could do to it.
âSorry doesnât cut it my little kookie,â you pressed the back of his shoulder with your foot, forcing him to now be on his hands and knees, âyouâre gonna have to beg. Now, be a good boy and follow your noona on all fours like the obedient dog you are.â
The way from the entrance to your bedroom was a short one, but you just wanted to fuck with him a little bit, so you decided to make him crawl around the living room and only then take him to the bedroom. You sat at the edge of the bed with your legs crossed and watched as he waited on his knees for your further instructions.
âCome over here baby,â he crawled a bit more and stopped right in front of you, his face giving signs of the discomfort he must be feeling in his knees. âYou are so beautiful,â you said as you observed his features for a moment. âI want you to stand for me.â Once again he didnât wait a millisecond to obey your commands, immediately standing, his prominent bulge pointing right at your face.
You loved it when he wore those sweatpants with nothing else, it made you go wild, but now you were ready to see them on the floor, so you reached for the hem and yanked them down, leaving him with nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that hugged him perfectly.
âYou are so hard already from just crawling around the house?â You said as your hand massaged his junk over his underwear making him release tiny little moans. âLook at you, you can barely fit in your underwear anymore.â You slid your hand underneath his underwear and started pumping his cock very slowly, making him moan louder. âShut up, I donât want you to make a sound.â
âI-I canât noona, it feels so good.â He closed his eyes and bit his lip in a state of pure bliss.
âWell if you canâtâŠâ you took off your soaked underwear, turned it into a little ball and put it in his mouth, âIâll have to find another way.â
You thought that youâd be indifferent to your actions, but watching Jungkook happily sucking on the piece of fabric soaked with your arousal like it was candy made you so excited that you wanted to end all this and just fuck him then and there.
âYou can sit in the bed now baby.â When he did as you asked, you hoisted your skirt up and straddled him, your cunt meeting with his bulge. The pressure his hard cock made on your pussy felt so good that you couldnât help but moan out loud.
âYou like that baby? You like how I make your underwear all dirty just like you made mine today at work?â Since he couldnât talk, he nodded his head 'yes', his hands grabbing at your ass cheeks.
âWhy wonât you be a good little boy and get rid of noonaâs clothes?â You didnât have to ask twice, as soon as the question was out of your mouth he ripped your shirt open, buttons popping all over the floor, and reached behind your back to unhook your bra; you let your ruined shirt and bra fall to the floor, the only piece of clothing on you now being the skirt at your waist.
With no layers of clothing standing in your way now (except for your skirt), you moved a bit closer to him, skin rubbing against skin, and attached your mouth to his neck - a spot you knew had him weak. You started sucking on him, having no mercy on his beautiful skin; you wanted to mark him all over, you wanted everyone to know to whom he belongs to - you. Afterwards, you pressed both your hands on his chest and pushed him back so he could lay on the bed and you could have his body as your canvas. You marked his neck, then his chest and his delicious chocolate abs, and then you moved onto his crotch area and pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock.
You teased him and you teased him, leaving kisses everywhere except where he wanted them the most, making him a whimpering mess. âYou want me to suck you off baby?â
âHmm-hmm,â he moaned while nodding his head âyesâ.
âMmmm,â you let your mouth get closer and breathed into his dick, teasing him once more. âI will baby,â you grabbed his red tip and slowly started moving your thumb in tandem over it, spreading his pre-cum all over it, âbut first you have to do one more thing for me.â
He mumbled something you didnât understand due to the underwear that was stuffed in his mouth but you imagined it was something along the lines of âIâll do itâ.
You moved to meet his face again, your thumb still working on his tip. âI want you to eat me out.â
Your free hand removed your underwear from his mouth so you could hear his sweet voice. âFuck, yes. I want to taste you so bad noona.â He whimpered, still falling to pieces from your touches.
You let go of his cock and moved your body so it could meet with his mouth, and without any warning, you sat on his face. You almost came on the spot as soon as his tongue met with your clit, the pent up frustration no doubt at fault for that. It all felt so heavenly that soon you were riding his face, your clit hitting his nose and his tongue just running along your folds.
âOh fuck, that feels so good.â You were nearly there and he knew that, so to give you that extra edge he lifted you a bit with his strong arms and started tongue-fucking you. âOh yes, donât you dare stop.â Jungkookâs tongue, as well as all his other muscles, Â were very strong, so with the frenetic rhythm that he was going at it didnât take long for you to cum all over his mouth.
You couldnât move for a few moments, but after he started to lick you all over again you had to back away, the overstimulation making you shake all over.
âYou did so good baby,â you petted his hair like he was a little child, âI think you deserve a reward.â
You didnât even bother moving down, you just turned around and started going down on him in a fake 69 position (due to you being the only one doing oral sex). You started off soft, just giving little licks here and there until eventually, he was deepthroating you as you massaged his balls. You wanted him to reach near his climax quickly, which thankfully wasnât hard due to the teasing you did before, so you went all out and let him fuck your throat like there was no tomorrow, but when he was about to cum you backed away making him curse.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â You turned around once more, grabbing him by his chin.
âIâm sorry noona, itâs just that I really wanted to cum.â
âListen here, you belong to me. Your cum belongs to me. I decide when you get to cum, is that understood?â You looked deep into his eyes for you knew that this would get to him since he would say this to you all the time when he was the dom.
âYes,â his eyes were also on yours, but they looked at you in a way that screamed âI submitâ. If he wanted to cum, he would have to beg for it.
âDonât you dare move.â You aligned your pussy with his cock and slowly sank into it, the feeling making the both of you moan.
âYou feel so good noona,â Â he was fully grabbing your thighs, his short nails digging into your flesh. He was trying really hard not to move, but he knew that if he disrespected your orders he wouldnât get the cum.
You started off by swirling your hips and only then did you start to bounce on him, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the whole room.
âNoona, please let me cum,â Jungkook said in a pleading tone, the poor guy having been tortured with all the teasing.
âNot yet.â
âNoona please,â he insisted.
You completely stopped all movement at his second time pleading. âFine. You want to cum? You can cum, but only after you make me cum, get it?â
âYes noona,â and just like that he suddenly picked you up and turned you over so he now was on top of you. Then, without losing any more time, he started fucking you at an inhuman speed like he was a young wild animal that had been locked in a cage and had just now been sent out into the wild to play.
âOh fuck, yes baby, just like that. Youâre doing great.â You were nearing your end and so was he so, wanting to comply with your wishes of making you cum first he reached for that magic little bud that just never fails - the clit. As soon as he started rubbing your little bud you felt your orgasm coming down on you like never before, making you claw at Jungkookâs back.
After your orgasm Jungkook never stopped though, desperately wanting to reach his own high. It didnât take long for him to be spilling his load inside of you though, his sweet moans that you loved so much reaching your ears.
âYou did so good baby,â you said after both of you recovered your breaths. âSorry about the scratches, I couldnât help it.â
âNo worries baby, I like it when youâre wild like that with me.â He gave you a soft kiss on the mouth before he got up to go to the bathroom.
âHey, donât you dare! Aftercare is on the dom, you know this!â You said as you realized what he was about to do.
âCome on let me do this for you, youâve had a rough day and week,â he returned from the bathroom with a wet washcloth and a dry one ready to clean you up.
âYouâre the sweetest, I love you.â
He cleaned you all up and then gave you a little kiss on the nose. âI love you too baby.â
As soon as he turned around to go to the bathroom again and you saw his scratch marks again you had an idea. âHey, before we take care of those scratches can you just do me a little favour?â You asked batting your eyelashes at him.
âAnything.â
âWhen you asked me if we could take a photo of us to put on my Instagram, this was not what I had in mind,â he said teasingly while looking at the photo of you two naked and hugging, the only thing visible being your face and his clawed back.
âWell, itâs just in case people go to your profile and start drooling over the photo I took of you on the beach. Then they look at this picture and realize that you are well served and that they can back off.â
âWell then, next time that Iâm dom I demand the same type of photo for my love bites,â he said as he playfully bit your lip.
âNoooo, my mother has Instagram kookie! I canât post that.â
âToo bad, the sub doesnât make the rules.â
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Chapter 3 âThe Breakdownâ
âSo its been a few days that ive been in this hospital and aint heard from nobody wtf is up.?â As i sat there and thought because what else am I suppose to do.
*Picked up the phone and called Rik*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*No Answer*
( Called Ashley)
*Ring*
*Ring*
Ashley:Hello
AJ:Ashley!
Ashley:Hey Boo How you doing I been up there but you was sleep so i was gonna comeback today.
AJ:Oh... You been up here to see me?
Ashley:Why wouldnât I? She asked so confusingly.
AJ:Oh... Nah i just aint know you came up here....They say I can get discharged tomorrow you gonna come get me..? I asked
Wait.. where is my car hold on..
(I checked my app)
âYes i have a tracking device on the whip A nigga like me gots to.â
AJ:Oh its outside in the parking garage... Who drove it here.? You did.? I said with concern đ€
Ashley:Uhhh no rik drove it up there...
Aj:Oh ok... (How she know that I thought to myself but didnt say nothing).âWell ight wyd rnâ
Ashley:Nothing Missing you she said. She gave me the cutest look when she said that.
AJ:Dont be saying it like that girl i said with a smirk on my face.
Ashley:Ha Whyy? And Do you still need me to come get you?
AJ:Oh yeah actually leave your car imma send you a uber come here and weâll drive my car.
Ashley:Oouu yes Ok ill be there in the morning.
AJ:Ight Bet
(Phone Hangs Up at the same time the doctor walks in and some man in a suit.)
I grimmed him âWho tf is you?â i said with a aggressive tone.
Detective:Hello Mr.Davis My name is Detective Johnson(He put his hand out for me to shake it)
(I just looked at him and his hand.)
Detective Johnson:Oookkkk then anyway. Im here for your case to try and figure out and find the person that did this to you.
âNah Im good bro broâ
Detective John: Whether you good or not Im still on the case and im here til its closed. So either you gonna let me help you because as of right now your an innocent victim. Or you can become a prime suspect Your choice.!
âMan whateverâ I said with a attitude like a bad bitchđđđ
DetectiveJ:Oh ok thats what i thought now can you tell me what happened.(He pulls out his pad and pen.)
âI went to visit my mans and someone started shooting next thing i know i woke up hereâ
Detective:(Writing on the pad) Ok who is your mans? He asked
(Dead Silence)
Detective:You gonna answer the question Mr.Davis?..
(Dead Silence)
Detective:Ok Weâre done for the day Thanks Doc weâll be in touch and i will be seeing you very soon mr davis. (He hit the back of his pen on the pad and put them both in his pocket. Right before he walked out the door He said...)
Stay Safe Mr.Davis (He side eyed me with a smirk and walked out)
Doc:Why was you not cooperating with the detective?
âI dont move like that docâ i said with a nonchalant tone.
Doc:But heâs here to protect you and help you.
âI dont need help or protection this some street shit i gotta handle that the feds cant handle the only thing they get out of it is a ceremony and funeral that they family and coworkers gotta plan for them so no i dont need they help.â
Doc: Smh just dont learn... You know what can i tell you something? She asked
âYea go aheadâ as i stared out the window.
Doc:I get alot of patients just like you in here from gang violence and me being a young black doctor its hard. Seeing young black kings lose their lives in my hands because of the streets it breaks my heart everytime.
(Guilt knocked down that brick wall of pride i had built up just moments ago.)
Im going to just say this one thing before i leave out this door just please cooperate please, because i see something in you and obviously you are on gods green earth for a reason. So please cooperate but get some rest before you leave tomorrow i will come check on you 1 last time before i let you go ok.
âI looked at her and shook my head and said âIght I gotchu docâ
Doc:Ok Bye Mr.Davis she said so innocently and walked out the door.
(I laid back moments later the nurse walks in and looks at me with a grumpy look)
âAye you the one that forcefully put me to sleep man you betta not be coming in here to that shit again and you in here by yourself aww hell nah this old lady about to rape me I cried out.â
Nurse:Boy shut yo ass up i dont want you im married.
âSOâ i yelled outđ€
Nurse:I am about to put you to sleep tho(She hurried and grabbed the IV and injected the sleep juice in it.
âWait wait let meâ-
(Right before i fell asleep i heard the door open)
ââ:Pay close attention to the people around you adrian....
(It got dark)..
âI popped up itâs the next morning Dr.taylor and the nurse are already in the room.
Doc:Hello Mr Davis are you ready to go home? She said with a big smile on her face.
âYea I am actuallyâ(Picked up my phone and texted ashley and sent her money for the uber)
Ashley:Ok imma be on my way in 15 mins.
Doc:Ok let me finish up your paperwork and you can get dressed and leave.
âOkâ I said
As she finished my work i thought to myself was I dreaming or did someone actually come in here and say that to me.... âFuck Itâ i said out loud.
Doc:Whats that..?
âOh oh nothingâ I looked at my calls Rik called me but its not a missed call...
Wtf maybe i answered but was still sleep. I hate when people call me while im sleep man.
(I called back no answer)
Ashley:Im omw babe.
I texted back âOk im about to get dressed im just waiting on them to get done with my paperwork.
Ashley:Ok im omw.
Doc:Ok heres your discharge papers and your prescriptions that you pick up later on today ok...
(She hands me the papers)
Doc:Ok im going to let you get dressed ill be out here when you leave.
âIght thanks doc i really appreciate you and everything you do.â
(She blushed and clutched her clipboard said thank you and walked out the room.)
âYOU LEAVE TO LADYâ i said jokingly loud
(The nurse giggled walked out and shut the door i hopped up and locked it to make sure she fasho couldnât comeback in and went to the bathroom.)
*15 mins later*
I walked out the bathroom from a hot shower someone knocked on the door.
âCOME INâ i yelled
(They jiggled the knob)
Lmao âOh yeah I forgot i locked the doorâ
(I unlocked and opened its ashley she walked in smiling and smelling good than a mothafucka with a couple bags in her hand.)
âOoouueeee who told you to come up here like that red bottoms on, hair laid, lashes on eyebrows done, cleavage out wassup.â
She said âBoy stop itâ as she was blushing hard. âLook I got you some stuff to put on everything i just bought yesterday.
(Breds ,Purple brand all black Jeans and a red/black vlone shirt)
âIght betâ
(Before i was just about to reach for the stuff)
âUNHT UNHT you not gonna give me a hug first damn can i at least get a thank you..!!
I smirked âYou right you right im sorry babygirlâ
I hugged her and wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her ass she hugged me so tight and she smelled so good I wanted to eat her. She kissed me on my neck i sat down on the bed and pulled her close to me by her hips we started kissing.
She tongueân the kid down i started to get hard through my towel she felt that and grabbed me and slowly started kissing me from my neck down my chest to my 6 pack...đ
*Knock Knock Knock*
She jumped up i jumped up âUH YEAH COME INâ i yelled
Doc: Its me i have one more thing to give you so stop by the desk before you leave ok.
âIght i gotchu docâ
(Door shuts i gasped and we looked at eachother and laughed)
âYea let me hurry up n get dressedâ and looked down at mini me and said.
âControl yo self manâ
She sat down and crossed her legs, bit her lip and fucked me with her eyes. I grabbed my stuff and went in the bathroom and got dressed.
(Moments later) âIght im readyâ
We grabbed all of our stuff and walked out.
âIm about to stop at this desk realquickâ
âOkâ she said and walked aheadâ
âOk whats the deal docâ i asked
âHere (She gave me a card) look on the backâ
It was a sticky note with a number and a name on it. I looked down the hall at ashley she was looking the other way. I looked back at doc.
âCall me whenever you need something...Anything..â
I hesitated at first then said âOk i gotchuâ and walked away.
(Caught up with ashley)
âWhats that in your hand?â
âOh its a card she said to call them if i have any questions about anything....â
(I hurried and put the card in my pocket.)
âUnht unht give it here let me see the bitch probably put her number on the backâ
âMan whatâ i started laughing
âGive it hereâ she yelled
I pulled the card out my pocket she look at both sides.
âMmhm sneaky assâ she said in slight disappointment. âLet me find out you fuckn her.â
âCome on na babygirlâ i smirked and we walked to the car..
After a long day of shopping eating and talking shit we go back to her crib.
âOmg im so tired and my feet hurtâ she cried out
I laughed and said âI bet they doâ
âBoy shut the fuck up you always talking shitâ she said so agitated.
âI walked over to her and said say it to my faceâ
âBoy fuck youâ
(I picked her up and carried her to the room)
âPut me down Aj you gonna drop me stop playing.â She yelled out.
I threw her on the bed and got on top of her and started kissing on her she immediately calmed down and relaxed her body n started kissing me back. She placed her hand on the back of my neck while my hand maneuvered my way between her legs.
âOh you ready readyâ i leaned up and said
She smirked and grabbed my hand and put my fingers in her mouth.
âOmlâđ© this girl so freaky i think thats why i love her.đ
She hopped up off the bed and walked real slow and sexy to the bathroom while taking her clothes off at the same time.
âCome here daddyâ she demanded and waltzed in the bathroom.
âOh you aint gotta tell me twiceâ i hopped up so fast i fell flat on my face pants to my ankles shirt halfway on.đ Its up there.
I walked in the bathroom she already hot and wet. Im about to fuck this girl like a dog.
I stepped in and stood right in front of her she looking up at me and im looking down at her.
I grabbed her neck kissed her i picked her up and Pinned her to the wall and started sucking on her neck she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and moaned in my ear.
Now yall know when a female moan in my ears it do something to me.
I couldnât wait i was so hard i was throbbing.
I stuck my dick inside of she gasped.
I went in slow to open her up she so warm and tight.
âFuuuckâ i said slow and low my strokes became faster her grip became tighter, she dug her nails in my back.
I went faster and deeper her moans became louder.
âAhh AJâ she moaned
I just knew i was about to be a father.
âFuck itâ I said out loud and released.
âDammnnâ i said outta relief because i just released so much stress.
âDamn the hospital fixed you up you aint never did that before.â She said while she finished showering.
âNo capâđ
We both finished showering she got out before me but i felt the vibes change mins later before she got out.
I finished up turned the shower off and grabbed my towel and walked out the bathroom.
âWhats up?â I asked out of concern.
â........Im not ready AJ..â
âđWow You not ready....Why?â
I sat on one side of the bed she sat on the other side.
âIve been taking birth control pillsâ
âMan what!!! When was you gonna tell me this we just talked about this a few weeks ago and you said you was ready.â I yelled
âWell yeah that was before you stopped answering my calls and stopped being over or around me all the time.â She cried out
âIve been working you know that.â
âAJ you know ive been told that before ive been in this same situation before and the person i was in that situation with fasho not you obviously im just scared to go back down that road because im still dealing with that by myself you have to give me that.â She said with a scratchy voice as if she was about to cry.
I started to feel guilty again by another women.
It became dead silent...
âđ€You know i never understood why mothafuckas let otha mothafuckas hold them back from their blessings that they asked for... that they been praying for... A mothafucka standing RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF YOUâ
âMaybe Im too genuine.. Maybe I aint what she want..Maybe...â
âMan Fuck this shitâ I said while jumping up and storming to the living room.
âWHATâ she yelled
(She jumped up right behind me and chased after me.)
I pounced on the couch and turned the game on.
She came and stood right in front of me with her hand on her hip silk robe half way open, skin soft and shiny with the meanest sexiest look on her face.
âAJ really this what you gonna do while we talkin.?â
*Pat Tap Tap* Controller Buttons
She scooted over in front of the tv.
âMan Moveâ i said in agitation
She dropped her robe and i dropped my bottom lip Along with the controller.đ
âYou ready to listen now?â
âYes maamâ i said with such thirst that i was ready for whatever.
I laid back on the couch and she climbed on top of me and was under a spell after that.
What can I say Imma suckađđ
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INTERLUDE I: NOLA MEETS ERIK
July 2003
âAre you sure you want to go to school all the way in Los Angeles?â Papa Simon asked from my doorway as I began packing up my room.
âDad, weâve had this conversation already. This is my dream school and they gave me a full-ride scholarship. How could I possibly turn it down?â
âI know, Skybear, but Papa Ruben and I are gonna miss you so much. Youâve never gone this far away before.â
âYouâre right, I havenât but thatâs all the more reason for me to go, right? I have dreams and things that I want to accomplish and unfortunately, I canât accomplish them here.â
âSimon, leave that girl alone. She knows what sheâs doing and weâre only a phone call and a plane ride away should she ever decide she wants to come back home, right baby?â I smiled wide, knowing my Papa Ruben would always come through with the defense.
âRight, Daddy. I love you both.â
âAnd we love you too, sweetheart. Letâs get these bags packed.â
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Present Day
âSky!â
âWhat?!â My head snapped up quickly, completely distorting the design I was currently working on. I was testing a 3D dildo generator for my website. The tool would basically allow potential shoppers to design their own dildo or strap-on and it would be 3D printed and shipped to them. Thanks to Shea and her outburst, mine was now a whopping 15 inches long.. whoops.
âMy bad, didnât mean to scare you, you just didnât answer my question.â
âRepeat it, I was working on something.â
âI asked how you and Dr. Nigga met. Yâall strike me as failed lovers.â I laughed at her comparison. She was partially right, but there was more to it than that.
âWe werenât lovers, but we have messed around. We went to the same college, The Sigmund Freud School of Psychology and Psychosexuality in LA. He was a sophomore, and I was technically a freshman although I had already taken all of my gen-ed classes thanks to a dual enrollment program at my high school. He was helping the underclassmen move into their dorms and as soon as my dad laid eyes on him, he goes âHe looks like his dick ruins livesâ.â OâShea cackled, nodding her head in agreeance.
âWas that Papa Ruben? I feel like Papa Ruben said that and Papa Ruben is never wrong.â I nodded, because she was right. One thing about my dad, he could always spot a snake in the grass and his accuracy was unmatched.
âThat was definitely Papa Ruben and all me and Papa Simon did was laugh because although it was hot outside, he still looked like a super fuck nigga. He had on a black muscle shirt, body and tattoos gleaming because of sweat, black and red basketball shorts with matching Jordans and that damn Cuban around his neck.â
âWait that nigga got tattoos?!â
âYesh.â
âDid he have the fronts back then too?â
âYes maâam, but he had top and bottom ones. A bitch was hot!â I explained, fanning myself. âAnyway, he comes over and introduces himself to my dads before taking my trunk of clothes from Papa Simon. He smiled that pretty ass smile at me and in true Erik fashion, tried to flirt. Now mind you, I definitely thought this nigga was fine as fuck, but back then I was still figuring out who I was and what I liked so I lowkey dismissed him. Not on purpose, but it happened. To my surprise, he simply laughed it off and continued helping me take my stuff to my room. He even mounted my tv and showed me where my classes were. Like he was a genuinely nice guy. Fast forward to the second semester of my freshman year, we have the same psychology class because, again, I had already taken all my gen-ed classes. We were almost always paired together on projects because of our intelligence, another reason his ass stayed trying to holla. One day he asked me why I never responded to his advances, seeing as how it was clear that I was feeling him. Which I was, but I was also feeling someone else too, I just didnât know how to tell him. I avoided him and the question for about a week until he cornered me in the library and demanded that I give him an answer. I smiled sweetly, looked him square in the eye and told him that I wanted to fuck his girlfriend.â I looked over at OâShea and she looked back at me like I had grown 3 heads.
âBitch no you didnât tell him that!â
âWhat? He asked, hell. This was like the second semester of my sophomore year and by this time I had had a few girls and boys and I realized that I preferred women because they were softer and I understood them better. I didnât and still donât have time for the fragile ego of a man.â
âSo what did he say to that?â I paused briefly, thinking back to that night in the library.
âDid you seriously just tell me that the reason you donât wanna fuck wit a nigga is because you wanna fuck my girl? What kinda shit is that, Nola?â
âYou asked. I figured you wanted my honest answer.â He kept me pinned against the bookshelf, his eyes searching mine for any hint of a lie. He finally let me go once he found none.
âYou something else, Nola.â
âMy parents named me Skylar.â
âAnd your best friend named you Nola. See you in class.â He winked at me, flashing that million dollar smile and walked out of the library, leaving me a little more than hot and bothered.
âHe laughed and told me that I was something serious and let me go on about my business. At some point during my junior year we developed a friends with benefits type relationship because 1.) We were both single and wanted to remain single and 2.) His dick was very bomb. I even taught him how to eat pussy.
âYou taught him that?!â
âYes maâam. At first all he would do was rub and suck the clit aggressively. I was the one that taught him that he had to lick every part of the pussy, get it nice and wet and flick the clit with his tongue.â
âOk, you can stop talking now. I havenât talked to this nigga all day and I intend to keep it that way,â Shea interrupted, crossing her legs.
âPapa Simon was kinda disappointed that we didnât end up together, but he also loved my ex, so I guess it balanced out.â
âI was meaning to ask, what happened with that?â
âThatâs another story for another day,â I concluded, not wanting to take a dive into my feels especially since I had so much to work on.
âOk so tomorrow then?â She tried again. I shook my head, knowing this conversation wouldnât die until I spilled the beans about Monica.
âFine, Iâll tell you tomorrow, now tell me about your date with Fathead.â Shea rolled her eyes, as she had been actively avoiding this conversation, not wanting to relieve the horrific incident that she was sure almost ended whatever it was she had going with Erik.
âIt started off fairly well with him teasing me about how much I love ice cream and him calling me a child because I wanted to watch Hercules.â
âFuckinâ child,â I responded out of habit.
âShut up! Thatâs the same thing he said!â OâShea pouted, crossing her arms over her chest for further emphasis of her point.
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry. Please continue,â I coaxed, rubbing her arm to let her know I was done being an ass.
âAnyway, we basically had a whole Disney marathon. We watched Hercules, then Mulan, then The Emperorâs New Groove and were getting dummy high the whole time. So midway through Kuzcoâs shenanigans, I tried my luck with him again because I saw how mellow he got when he was high. Like I was even able to fully appreciate how good he looked when he wasnât in a suit and tie. Your best friend is a work of art, sis.â
âOh, I know,â I said with a smirk.
âSo Iâm just sitting there, practically drooling over the bulge in his pants and this nigga looks at me with the straightest face and asks if Iâm gonna suck it or just stare at it.â
âAnd I oop! That wasnât Erik, sis. That was Killmonger.â
âWho?â
âDonât worry about it, finish the story.â
âSo, not one to back down from a challenge, I dropped to my knees and started doing the Lordâs work. Heâs loving the shit, too. Heâs cursing and moaning and praising me, telling me how much of a good job Iâm doing. The shit was great. Then just as I was finding my groove, I fucked up.â
âWhat you mean you fucked up?â OâShea paused and I could tell that she was having a hard time continuing, but she did anyway.
âIâm not sure how it happened, but his dick got caught in my braces.â I didnât want to, but I simply could not help the screech that left my lips at the mental image of Erik losing his shit about his dick being caught in her braces.
âDid he cry?â I managed to choke out through my laughing fit.
âNo, but he was pissed. Like so pissed that he got up and left.â I stopped laughing then. How dare he leave her in such a vulnerable state knowing what he knows about her little personalities and how they operate. Shea mustâve caught my mood change and quickly came to his defense.
âHe made up for it, though! He came and picked me up and we talked about it and then we went and got ice cream.â
âOf course he made up with ice cream.â
âAaand he took me to Disneyland and got me this.â She held up her wrist so that I could see the charm bracelet in all of its glory.
âOh thatâs beautiful. Iâll be back in a little bit, I have a 12:00 meeting with Dr. Nigga.â I quickly grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door. Dr. Stevens and I had a few things that needed discussing.
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