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getouyuri · 1 month ago

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‘every single song is about you!’

pairing — gojo x reader x geto, poly satosugu x reader

summary — SPECIAL GRADE, a band consisting of four powerhouses, takes the world by storm. after geto quits, you, gojo and geto’s childhood friend, take his place— and their hearts.

word count — 3k

content & warnings — sfw, suggestive at the end, m4a, gender neutral reader, gn!reader, angst, pining, normal modern au, band au (aka the SPECIAL GRADE au), frontman!gojo, rhythmist!reader, producer!geto, alcohol, cigarettes, eventual poly / eventual polyamorous relationship

author's note — thought about mari’s ask while I pondered this (this is your fault 🫵🏽🫵🏽 I heart you) but producer!geto x rhythmist!reader x frontman!gojo is on the mind. quick drabble to get this out of my headddd but i lowkey wanna write a long fic about this. this was proof read only Once so I hope there’s no mistakes 😭🙏🏽

writing © getouyuri. fanart © satosugu572. dividers © bernardsbendystraws.

‘gojo and geto,’ two halves of the whole of SPECIAL GRADE.

there’s their killer bassist of course, yuki gold and glistening like the sun in the rearview mirror, adored by all but especially by the girls who love girls. she’s praised endlessly for her occasional bass solos that are as rare as they come and her background vocals that make gojo’s shine that much brighter. their drummer, sukuna, is in his own tier, heavy and loud, weighty boots announcing his presence if that cackle of his doesn’t broadcast it first. fawned over by the girls and guys who like ‘em mean, he beats his drums black and blue, all rough and tough and untouchable.

but it was always ‘gojo and geto’ in interviews following their big break. the two who started it all in geto’s garage with a rat trap in the corner, a worn-down karaoke machine that gojo wielded the plastic microphone of, garageband at geto’s fingertips and guitars in both of the boys’ hands. they could laugh it off as much as they wanted to, seamlessly interject that they’re four, not just two, yuki and sukuna deserving recognition as much as they do, but even the other band members credit everything to them and wait their turn for questions.

‘gojo and geto,’ the indomitable duo. calm and chaos that go hand in hand.

but before gojo and geto, it was always geto and gojo and you.

you, with your bright smile and encouraging words that pushed them to greater heights. you, who tried and failed to make sure gojo’s ego didn’t get too big for his britches (and giggled whenever gojo peacocked around, singing that he’d wave at you from the TV screen some day) and reasoned that geto’s reserved and calm nature could be harnessed for not just peacemaking, but glueing together a group of musicians and standing as a vision of dark, untouchable beauty that his future groupies would chomp at the bits for for years to come.

you, who laughed with geto and gojo, busted them out of trouble and shopped with them and tagged along to study at their sides over candy and soda, who carved your name into a tree in your neighborhood alongside theirs.

you, who buried yourself in high school and college textbooks as the boys threw themselves into making music with yuki and sukuna, becoming smaller and more distant but promising you’d always be there when it mattered. when they needed home and not a crowded venue.

geto thinks of you a month into his departure from SPECIAL GRADE. the internet was still in tears over the quote unquote breakup. everyone zoomed in on the grainy photos of geto’s smoothened brow and gojo’s twisted, hurt frown outside of the KFC they fought in front of, trying to read lips and find an explanation that wasn’t geto’s plain tweet of ‘i’m tired of it. i’m tired of it all.’

as if cutting out his piece of the pie from the whole of it would have a grander, more explosive reason than just… exhaustion. a healthy dose of paranoia and a bone-deep want to find himself outside of the glaring spotlight.

the industry and their record label fought to mold SPECIAL GRADE into something generic. a product to drain dry, pluck off the shelf and sell, exploit until there was nothing left. geto couldn’t take it— he wanted to make music from the heart, not because of some corporate bottom line. even worse, the attention from the media and fans made him feel like a mouse in the spotlight of a thousand cats’ eyes. the pressure closed in on him, fangs to his throat, until he squealed.

geto tried to drown it out, convince himself that everything else was just noise, but he knew he had to make a hard decision. to leave for his own sanity— so he did. breathing comes easier now that he’s sitting in his own corner out of the way without the shackles that used to tie him down.

geto texts you while drunk, eyes growing hot over your simple ‘u okay?’ instead of a ‘are u guys okay?’, your follow up of ‘ur still the greatest. don’t listen to anybody else but urself and everyone that cares for u. i’ve got ur back.’

gojo thinks of you, too, not even an hour after geto does— as if their brains are linked.

gojo still doesn’t get why geto walked off. like, he does, because even he gets fed up with all of it. but he pushes through it and ignores what people expect from him and the other members of SPECIAL GRADE.

music is a form of self-expression, an outlet to let oneself go and bare one’s soul through lyrics to the beat of the accompanying piece. a way to connect with others on a level deeper and more complex than the anatomy of a singular cell. the energy of the crowd that screams their songs back to them, the high of playing with the three people he considers his family, it’s all gojo’s ever wanted. everything is at his fingertips when he grabs his mic and presses his palm to the throat of the world in warning, reminding it that this? this is all his. he could never give it up.

music has always been their thing. geto’s and gojo’s, gojo’s and geto’s. watching his partner leave him felt akin to someone clawing gojo’s kidney out with their bare hands.

yuki’s been pushy in that caring way of hers and sukuna just grinds his jaw and stares him down, saying more with his eyes than that fiery mouth of his. their record label and manager demands he fix what gojo swears he didn’t break, his fans tweet at him constantly and chase him down in public for answers, the media is up his ass… but you’re not.

you’re patient and kind when he knocks on your door, feeling small on your doorstep without another shoulder brushing his and deep purple eyes flickering over at him as the boys share twin smiles. you let gojo in. you make him tea and set his head straight. you call them both idiots and gojo finally smiles.

“i’d die without you. really,” gojo tells you earnestly, fully convinced that it’s true.

you laugh it off. “you wouldn’t. now shut up and let me help you compose a text to geto,” you say, making grabby hands at him.

you’ve always been the one that glues the three together. you’re indispensable. a priceless treasure without a tag.

you were never one for stardom. you were content to follow your own path that lingered in the shadows. but a year after geto shakes off his woes and discards his cigarettes and bottles and becomes a producer, you visit his home studio with half-finished tracks downloaded onto your phone.

“can you help me out?” you ask from your spot on geto’s doorstep, scratching the back of your neck. “i know you’re super picky with your clientele and you’re probably gonna think this is ass— oh my god, wait, I didn’t even schedule an appointment with you—“

geto raises a hand and you quiet down. “come in,” he invites with a smile.

he helps you beat your songs into shape and properly walks you through music theory for months. you mess with his old rhythm guitar, the one he played in his parents’ garage until the neighbors would shout at him and gojo for the racket, and he finds you’re not half bad at thumbing the strings and learning rhythm guitar licks. so he opens up the glass case on the wall of his studio and hands you uzumaki— a beautiful, dark blue guitar with lazy swirls drawn into it— and lets you make magic.

you blow geto’s mind. and your debut single, produced by no one other than himself, blows up the internet.

it’s a little unusual for a newly fledged popstar like yourself to eventually go from manning the stage on your own to joining a goliath of a pop rock band, but it’s you. you’ve always been unpredictable, even if you hid it behind years of being a steady presence in geto and gojo’s lives. you hop in the deep end with SPECIAL GRADE, taking geto’s former spot that multiple contenders dipped in and out of because gojo, yuki, and sukuna could never find someone as good as geto.

you mesh with the band in a crazy way. you play rhythm guitar with the energy of a musical savant, graceful fingers darting up and down the fretboard like the devil itself is sitting in on your performance and you have something to prove. you press your back to gojo’s as he sings with the voice of an angel and brings entire stadiums to their knees, provide chord progressions and harmonic supports and rhythm that intertwines with yuki’s bassline, perfectly follow the beat and tempo that sukuna paves for you with his drumsticks.

it’s like you were meant to be part of SPECIAL GRADE.

the band seems so much brighter with you now in it. especially gojo himself— he turns into the summer sun incarnate when you smile at him and teasingly flutter your lashes mid-interview or during shows that are broadcasted to millions. people talk about their chemistry on and off stage as much as they did geto’s and gojo’s when geto was still in the limelight.

geto doesn’t necessarily feel left behind, per say, but he feels something akin to it watching you and gojo playfully squabble in the live room of geto’s home studio while geto sits at his soundboard in the control room. you bounce off of each other perfectly, complimenting one another like red and blue and shading in the spaces that the other doesn’t fill with different ideas for this song and that song, x and y. yuki beams, feeding off of yours and gojo’s energy as she tunes her bass, and sukuna hides a half smirk, half genuine grin when he barks at you to hush up and get to playing.

is this how you felt when you pursued your degree and watched geto and gojo’s backs get smaller and smaller as they ran off into the sunset, searching for their place in the world with gojo’s guitar on his hip and geto’s slung over his shoulder as their story unfurled? geto isn’t sure, so he sits back at SPECIAL GRADE’s third album release party with a red solo cup in hand, purple eyes trained on you and gojo as he tries to unravel what must’ve been on your mind all those years ago.

it plagues him. eats at him like maggots to a corpse.

one night, geto dreams of performing again.

he misses playing with the band, with gojo and off of gojo’s boundless energy, matching that mad genius stride for stride, even though geto’s never regretted taking a step back. they stand shoulder to shoulder before a sea of nothingness that drops off the stage, the frontman with his rhythmist and backup singer. the indomitable duo. uzumaki is warm and familiar beneath his fingertips as geto breathes life into the strings until they’re vibrating with kinetic energy. behind them, yuki wields her bass like a weapon. sukuna’s arms flex as he slams away at his drums.

inexplicably, you’re there too even though you joined long after geto exited stage left.

your rhythm guitar is no uzumaki. it’s beautiful and sleek but chaotic— frantic paint streaks racing along and around it, twisting and coiling. the color of it shines brightly. you take geto’s other side, sandwiching him between you and gojo, who happily hoots before throwing himself back into singing the lyrics that boom through the empty stadium.

it’s perfect.

geto’s left breathing heavily in the wake of the dream after waking up with a start, smiling stupidly in the dark and holding his heaving chest. his heart thrums beneath his palm.

that feeling that he felt before in the control room morphs into something else, a caterpillar formerly cocooned emerging as a butterfly, when he cracks on the last night of SPECIAL GRADE’s tour. the band spent the whole summer overseas, bouncing from city to city and performing with everything they’ve got— geto heard all the funny anecdotes and shit while on call with gojo, you chiming in from time to time in the background.

but he hadn’t actually seen concert clips until tonight— a quiet, lonely night that he spent on his couch answering emails on his laptop until he got bored and opened twitter. an app he never really checks unless he needs to retweet promotions that the many artists he produces music for post.

he hits the trending tab, fingers stalling when he sees rows upon rows of similar results that are up in flames. you and gojo. you. gojo. SPECIAL GRADE. #1 on the trending page is a quote: ‘i’m sorry, every single song is about you.’ when geto checks out the tag, briefly avoiding videos in favor of staring in befuddlement at all the fans tweeting out the quote like rabid dogs, he sees it. a name.

geto. geto suguru. suguru.

suguru.

he’s so distracted by his name that he doesn’t register the all-caps tweets saying ‘OH MY GOD THEY’RE DOING IT AGAINNNBTKAHRKSJQ’

(little does he know, you and gojo do this every show.)

heart in his throat, geto finally checks out the first video in the tag. it’s perfect quality, shot up close and personal from the VIP section. he can practically smell the sweat lathered on gojo’s face and neck and collarbones that makes him glisten beneath the wild lights, feel the raggedy gasps that puff out from your lips that are quirked up in a brilliant grin as if you’re breathing into geto’s neck. yuki’s waving at fans and blowing kisses to them. sukuna’s in the background spinning his drumsticks, keyed up and waiting for the next song. they all look perfect.

for some reason, though, yuki’s disassembling the formation, backing up until she’s near sukuna and leaving you and gojo center stage. that makes geto sit up a little straighter.

gojo turns as if searching for someone. his magnetic blue eyes land on the phone camera in the hands of the fan, and he’s laughing as he strides forward with a crooked finger before swiping up the phone with a promise to give it back. he holds it up high above his head as if readying himself for a selfie and ushers you into the frame. gojo squishes your sweaty cheek against his and holds the microphone between them.

yours and gojo’s voices paired together are devastatingly clear and rife with longing. “i’m sorry, every single song is about you.”

the responding roar of the fans nearly blows out his eardrums. they kick off their next song with that earth shattering bang as gojo relocates the fan and hands them their phone.

geto immediately knows what they’re talking about. who they’re talking about. and he spirals.

what songs are about geto?

all the ones that SPECIAL GRADE released after you joined them?

the ones released following geto leaving SPECIAL GRADE when it was just gojo, yuki, sukuna, and some unnamed rhythmist?

the first song that he and gojo ever constructed in geto’s garage, when gojo penned the lyrics with a hopelessly sweet smile on his face? “i guess you could call it a love song,” gojo mused at the time while tapping the eraser of his pencil against a stray piece of paper, blue eyes alight with something profound.

does geto have to go through their entire discography again and read further into the lyrics, seeking out which ones could be a call to him? yeah, yeah he will. geto’s already opening spotify, hitting the first SPECIAL GRADE song that pops up and reading the lyrics as gojo’s voice fills his living room.

fuck, did geto unknowingly produce any songs that you or gojo wrote about him?

geto doesn’t know.

he calls you. it goes to voicemail. he hangs up before he can hear the obnoxious beep that signals his time to speak. he hovers over gojo’s contact but doesn’t press it.

geto ends up leaving a few voicemails for you and for gojo respectively after a few drinks because he needs to get borderline shitfaced before he can speak his truth, desperate and shaky but gentle. reverent.

wine is good, he thinks as he drinks more of it. wine will make geto forget.

not that you let him. geto jolts awake at dawn to banging on his door, picks himself up from where he was curled up like a cat in his cool, lonely silk sheets, and stumbles to go answer it.

you and gojo are bright and alive on the other side of it. “took you long enough,” gojo sighs as if he’s been waiting for this, sweeping in with the self-importance of a storm that you can’t avoid, kicking his shoes off and carelessly tossing his jacket aside. an arm slings around geto’s shoulder, warm and welcoming, a sweet kiss pressed to his cheek.

you’re immediately at geto’s front, binding the three together with a hand on geto’s waist and your other arm atop gojo’s. “hush,” you click your tongue at gojo, but your eyes are full of adoration as you gaze at the grinning frontman. that adoration doesn’t leave as your gaze tilts up to meet geto’s star struck one. “it’s okay, though. we would’ve waited forever for you.”

“yeah. we would’ve,” gojo agrees. fully sincere.

eventually someone, and geto doesn’t remember who (maybe it was him. maybe it was you or gojo), murmurs, “we need to make up for all that lost time, though, don’t you think?”

“how many songs are actually about me? surely not all of them,” geto finds it in himself to say a few hours after he was pinned against his mattress, his hidden-away insecurities plucked apart by yours and gojo’s fingers. they replanted love deep into his marrow.

gojo, in all his naked, cat-like glory, is heavy atop geto’s prone form, snuggling into him. you’re glued to geto’s side, using his forearm as a pillow, one hand ghosting along gojo’s bare back and making his fine white hairs raise and the other tracing hearts into the centers of the hickeys dotted on geto’s skin like notes on sheet music.

you and gojo share a look. “all of them.”

author’s note: who up feeling insane (meeee)

tags: @libr4sonsa @spirit-kat @kaitospo @m1nrrva @enchantinghonymoon @exc3llentshot @dairyfaerie

i love u stsg poly i love u band aus. ARGH

how i felt writing this nonsense in less than 2 hours:

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hellobykittys · 5 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐈𝐌)𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.𝐈𝐈 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 ✦ 𝐂𝐋¹⁶

SUMMARY: Charles Leclerc, a Formula 1 star, faces the decline of his reputation after breaking up with art curator Alexandra Saint Mleux. Under pressure from his team, he is forced into a fake relationship with one of the most popular influencers of the moment. NOTES: English is not my first language, so there might be some writing mistakes. I apologize for that, and feel free to point out any improvements. WARNING: teasing, fake relationship

PREVIOUS PART | WRITTEN VER | NEXT PART | MASTERLIST

Y/N updated instagram stories:

Y/N posted on Instagram feed:

liked by charlesleclerc, lorenzotl, sabrina carpenter and 398.768 others

ynusername the days have been sweet 🌸🌤️

yourbff beautiful flowers, just not more beautiful than you 💕🫵🏼

user1 queen is this a soft launch?

user2 first a pic of a guy, and now this?

user3 who gave you those flowers? spill the tea

↳ user4 maybe a friend or her parents? she gets flowers all the time, it's no big deal ↳ user1 she got flowers right after posting a pic of a guy, i think that's a big deal

user5 at least this guy's cute

user6 hope she's getting treated like a princess by this new guy

↳ user3 she deserves that after her last relationship ended like that

user7 what if it's Charles Leclerc? He's liking her posts

↳ user8 you're crazy girl, it was just a like, they don't even follow each other ↳ user9 i don't think she's crazy, even Lorenzo liked this and started following her

user10 @/f1gossip you gotta find out what's going on

↳ f1gossip we're on it

F1Gossip posted on Instagram feed:

liked by user1, user2, user3, and 4.147 others

f1gossip NEW COUPLE ALERT? 💥👀 Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc has been causing a stir on social media after liking several posts from influencer and model Y/N. And it doesn’t stop there! The beauty posted a photo of herself having dinner with a mysterious man… Coincidence or are we about to see a new couple in the making? 🤔💘

Let’s not forget that Charles and his ex, Alexandra Saint Mleux, ended their relationship just 5 months ago. Since then, the driver has been living it up as a single man. Could it be that now it’s Y/N’s turn to win Leclerc’s heart?

user1 Charles has never been single this long before

user2 I miss Alex, I think they should get back together

user3 Y/N is so sweet, hope they’re together, they’d be the cutest couple

user4 She’s just trying to get fame, just like Alex did

↳ user5 Y/N dated Zayn, if she wanted fame, she would’ve stayed with him

user6 You guys are saying Alex was better, her ex is Zayn Malik, Charles doesn’t even come close

↳ user7 I’m sure Charles will treat her way better than Zayn ever did

user8 Mom and dad, they need to come out and say it already

user9 Y/N is so sweet to him, I feel bad for her if this is really true

user10 Another girl just becoming a wag to get fame, this probably isn't even a real relationship

↳ user5 Is hasn't even been confirmed yet, you guys should stop being so rude

tαglıst: @charlesgirl16 @sltwins @lizzyzzn @seonghwaexile @weekendlusting @kahhorri

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula one #formula one imagine

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arc-misadventures · 26 days ago

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Triple scoop: Curious cat possesses one of the girls but gets overwhelmed by the desire to ride jaune

Jaune: 1. Curious Cat: -3. Neo +3

Curious Neo: Ah-hahahaha! Finally! I have a body of my own! Now I can finally leave this gods forsaken place! And, there is nothing you can do to stop me you foolish garbage knight!

Rusted Knight: Oh, Curious... you fail to understand the depths of your mistakes...

Curious Neo: Ha! What are you talking about! I haven't made any mistakes! There is nothing you can do to stop me from leaving this place!

Rusted Knight: Your mistaken on so many levels. For you've possessed one of three triplites. For you are currently possessing the middle sister, Poli. And, this is her older sister, Nea...

Neo: 👋😁

Rusted Knight: And, this is the youngest sister, Tian...

Neo: 👋☺️

Rusted Knight: And, if you're thinking that just because she is their sister that they won't beat the shit out of her to get you out, you are sorely mistaken.

Neo: 😈😈

Curious Neo: Uhhh...?! W-Well you wouldn't hurt her!

Rusted Knight: No, I won't her. Besides, I don't need to...

Curious Neo: What?

Neo: 🤔❔

Neo: 🧐❔

Rusted Knight: For all I would have to do is take off my helmet... And, reveal to them that I am their long lost boyfriend, Jaune Arc!

Neo: 😱😱

Curious Neo: Jaune, you're ali...!? Stop!

Jaune: And, all I need to stop her is to show her my rugged face...

Neo: 🥰

Jaune: My glorious full beard...

Neo: 🤤

Jaune: My long locks of hair done as in a warriors wolf tail...

Neo: 😲

Jaune: My deep, gravitating voice...

Neo: 😍

Jaune: And, my silver fox appeal...

Neo: 🥵

Jaune: But, do you want to know above all else that will make you desire to leave her body...?

Curious Neo: He's a total daddy n... Stop that?!

Jaune: And, to top it all off... I've been trapped here... all alone... for twenty years...

Curious Neo: So...?

Jaune: Can you just imagine how back up I am?

Curious Neo: W-What?

Neo: 😱😱

Jaune: And since my girls are here, I am going to go at them so hard.. so rough.. and so long... and fill them up so much that they'll be leaking my cream for days...

Neo: 🥴

Neo: 😍

Jaune: But, as long as the Curious Cat is stuck in their, Poli... You aren't getting anything~!

Curious Neo: You think that will... Ow?! What are you?! Gah?! NO! I am in control! You can get rid of me like...?! I AM HORNY?!

Neo: 🤬🫵😺

Neo: 😂😃

Neo: 😭

Neo: 😁😆😂

Jaune: Glad to see you back, Poli... Oh, gods how I've missed you...

Neo: 🥲😘

Curious Cat: GAHHH?!?! What was that?!

Jaune: A maiden in love who hasn't had a chance to get any action for the past month, and see's her lover again as a silver fox daddy who says he wants to fuck her until she look six months pregnant.

Curious Cat: W-What...?!

Jaune: Also, my lovely ladies ladies?

Neo: 🤔🤔🤔

Jaune: The sooner we deal with the Cat, the sooner we can have some fun~!

Neo: 😐🤨😕

Neo: 😈😈😈

Curious Cat: M-Mercy...?

~~~

Ruby: So... Instead of leaving the, Ever After like we planned to.. we were stuck there for three more days because you three were just having sex with, Jaune?

Neo: 🙂‍↕️😍

Neo: 🤕🥰

Neo: 🥴🥵

Weiss: And, you didn't invite us in on the fun?!

Neo: 🤔

Neo: 🤨

Neo: 🫤

Neo: 😈😈😈

Jaune: Hey girls I'm ba...?

RWNNN: 🤤😍🥰😁🥴

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I'm in danger.

///

It's oddly hard to find, Curious Cat Neo art.

Let alone sexy art...

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby neo #rwby curious cat #jaune x neo #neo x jaune #weiss x jaune #jaune x weiss #ruby x jaune #jaune x ruby #rwby whiteknight #rwby lancaster #rwby silentknight #rwby colourguard

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artdcnaldson · 11 months ago

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ok remember when I said that last ask was the horniest thing I'd ever written? Well scratch that bc this is a new record. (Obligatory disclaimer if you don't like it feel free to delete/ignore it)

Imagine- if you will- tashi bringing you to one of arts games. And you're in a sweet little tennis dress and you sit next to her and watch art, not even paying attention to the game just taking in his form, the shine of sweat, the concentration on his face, the little grunts and moans. And obviously you start shifting around in your seat, because, what are you supposed to be??? Dry???? No! So, it's the last break and tashi takes you to the bathroom and makes you lean over so she can check on the situation, and your white panties are so wet they're basically see through (in an ideal world she would've banned you from wearing any just to torture you but unfortunately they're famous and with the press and everything it's too much of a risk 😞 ) and you're really hoping she'll help you out but she just goes "hmm" and takes you back to your seat. And the breaks not over, arts noticed that yall were gone and he's making eye contact with tashi and she just. Nods at him. And he's already winning but for the rest of the match he's on fire, practically wiping the floor with the other guy.

After it's over and he's won and done all the press and stuff, you ride back to their hotel, with tashi in the middle bc she's the only one who can be trusted to keep control of herself. You and art are practically vibrating, with desire and exhilaration respectively. So you get back to the hotel room and tashi tells art to go sit on the couch. Then finally, she gives you a little jerk of her chin and you scramble to put yourself over his knee bc you know that he's always antsy after a win but tashi will want to go over everything while it's as fresh as possible, so you just hang out there and let him play with your sopping cunt and ignore you, just feeling him hard against your stomach but satiated for now since he has something to do while he listens to tashis critiques. When she's done she'll give you further instructions and maybe reward you for good behavior.

(am I gonna become a smut writer this is kinda fun)

I’m so fucking obsessed. I’m on my knees. Anything to keep Artashi happy 😁🫵 just look at them

Rating: E(18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, face sitting, fingering, mild mommy/daddy kink, mild dom/sub dynamics) that’s it that’s the story. Just porn without plot

your brain is just sooo fuzzy and mindless while art’s playing with you. The cute shorts you wore beneath the dress tugged to the side, his fingers stuffed inside of you, your own juices smeared down your thigh, spilling more with each slow thrust of his fingers. It could be a few minutes, or an hour. You just know that you lose yourself in the rise and fall of Tashi’s voice as she runs through her notes, in the warm pressure of Art’s thighs pressing against you.

You must’ve gotten too loud, because Tashi’s kneeling in front of you— holding your chin in her hand, forcing eye contact. “Baby, how’s Art supposed to focus when you’re acting like this, huh? Tomorrow’s match is important, he needs to hear this.”

You whine. Big mistake. Tashi meets Art’s gaze, makes a face you don’t understand. And then Art’s slipping his fingers from your warm, needy cunt. “Clean him up,” Tashi instructs.

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them, cleaning any evidence of your arousal off. You take them deeper, feeling the brush of his fingers at the back of his throat. You moan softly— Tashi grabs your hair and pulls you off.

“Do you have any critiques for Art?” She asks. You blink slowly. Critiques?? What was there to critique?? “You were at the game. Show Art that you were paying attention.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you looked into Art’s eyes. God, he was so pretty. And then your eyes traveled down, and he was so hard in his shorts that it was tenting the fabric. You just wanted to mouth at him through them, make him feel good. “I— I don’t.”

Tashi sighed, almost disappointed, but not really. Tennis critiques weren’t what you were there for. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She patted your thigh. “Go lay down on the bed.”

You obey so sweetly— hands by your sides, fisted in the duvet so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself. Your thighs rub together as you seek friction, need pulsing between your thighs, adding to the mess of wetness.

It’s five minutes (which you know, because you count) until Tashi and Art join you. Art’s down to the fucking obscene briefs Tashi makes him wear, straining against the fabric obscenely. And Tashi’s wearing fucking agent provocateur, so beautiful that you could die happy just at the sight of her.

“If you paid attention to the match, we would’ve been really sweet to you,” Tashi hums as she takes off your dress. The shorts are soaked so badly that she practically peels them away from your cunt. “But all you could think about was getting fucked, huh?”

You nod as she presses two fingers between your lips, pushing all the way until she hits the back of your throat and you gag around them. She stays like that, thrusting her fingers between your lips, smiling every time your eyes fill with unshed tears and your throat constricts. “It’s been a long day. Just let mommy and daddy use you.”

And you do, because that’s all you can really ask for. Tashi slips off her lingerie, putting on a show without even trying. She straddles your face, knees planted on either side of your head, and sinks onto your waiting mouth.

You moan at the taste of her on your tongue, hands eagerly grabbing at her ass to pull her closer. Usually she would scold you for being greedy, but it was the farthest thing from her mind while she was benefiting from said neediness. You eagerly alternated between lapping at her dripping center and giving her clit the attention it needs.

And then there’s Art. He pulls apart your thighs and pushes into the tight, wet heat waiting for him there. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as he sinks inch after inch after inch inside. He groans at the feeling of your pussy gripping him, pulling him in, in, in. His grip on your hips is so tight it feels bruising.

You lose yourself in the two of them— brain going fuzzy and empty. All you knew, all that mattered in the moment was Tashi, and Art, and how good you felt.

And Tashi’s moaning above you— relishing in your need to please. Even with her husband balls deep inside of you, even with your mind so fuzzy, you keep your attention divided so fairly. You were so fucking nice, she didn’t even have to take the reins— she just got to sit there and let you work her with your tongue.

You were in fucking heaven. Art wasn’t content just using— it feels better when you cum while he’s inside of you. He moves you like a pretty little doll, adjusting you just right. He puts your legs over his shoulders so he gets deeper, kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. His thumb presses against your clit, rubs in slow circles.

Tashi cums first— hips stuttering as she grinds against your face. You relish in it, licking at her center as she comes down, until the lightest brush against her clit makes her twitch with overstimulation. She moves off of you, kissing you with slow, sweet laps of her tongue. You give a shuddery gasp into her mouth.

“Is daddy making you feel good?” Her words are cooed against your ear. You nod wordlessly, only capable of pretty moans or needy whines. She turns her gaze to Art, who’s already close as is, without the attention of his fucking perfect wife.

“Close,” Art groans, meeting her gaze. Her lips turn into an amused smirk as she pushes his thumb off of your clit, and replaces it with her own lithe fingers.

Your back arches as she works you with her fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Art continues to fuck into you. Each thrust is accompanied by lead, near pornographic sounds— the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock, the slap of his balls against your ass, the fucked-out moans passing his lips.

Your climax overtakes you suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as you cum. Your pussy clenches around Art’s cock as he continues to fuck into you, and your release leaves an obscene, creamy ring around the base of him. Tashi’s lips are on yours, swallowing down the moans and cries falling from your lips as Art fucks you into overstimulation.

Art buries himself within you as he cums, spilling into you with a few shallow thrusts. You whine when he finally pulls out and some of cum dribbles out, making an even bigger mess of the duvet.

Tashi pets your hair sweetly, kisses your sweat-sticky forehead. Art leaves to grab a towel— you hear him dampening it in the fancy en-suite bathroom. “By the way, I thought you shouldn’t get to cum.”

Art laughs lightly as he returns, cleaning you up between your thighs. “I told her I’d throw the match tomorrow, it always works.” He kisses you deeply, and you moan against his mouth. God, he was a good kisser.

“I can always just stop believing you,” Tashi reminded him. “Maybe I was in a giving mood.” Art snorts, you meet her gaze through narrowed eyes.

She’s right where she belongs. Art’s head is on her shoulder, yours rests on her chest. You’re all just a tangle of sweaty limbs.

TASHI DUNCAN I WONT U SO BAD 😚🫵

Sorry to Art he truly is a racket and a dick in this fic

#Tashi Duncan x reader #Tashi Duncan #tashi duncan smut #art donaldson x reader #art Donaldson #art donaldson smut #my writing #blurbs

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muniimyg · 1 year ago

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6: the madness // series m.list

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Timing.

You’ve never really understood it. Not to mention the whole invisible string theory and how implausible it seems… How is it that you can coexist with the love of your life for years and not be with them until the time is right?

Isn’t that strange?

Love is all-consuming, inevitable, and perfect, but its greatest weakness is a mere concept: time.

Speaking of time, you’re early.

As you enter the restaurant and greet your friends, you can’t help but check your phone every other minute. Waiting for a text from him, checking the time, and wondering when he’ll arrive… It feels exhausting to be in this state of longing.

How is it that you’ve been friends with him for so long and now you need him more than ever?

To hold you and tell you everything is alright.

To smile at you like you’re his favorite person in the entire world.

To just be with him.

Even if today wasn’t life or death, you felt so helpless. It felt like everything was against you.

Yes, it was just about a stupid presentation (that barely scratches the surface of your future), but it was still a tough thing to get through alone. It was unexpected and filled with minor mistakes, making it feel like a complete defeat.

So much happened.

First, you slept through your alarm.

Though you made it right on time, you didn’t have the extra moments to prepare and run through your presentation like you had originally planned.

Then, since there was no time for prep, you encountered technical difficulties. Your notes were missing for some reason…

And your stuttering!

God, you never stuttered so much in your life.

It was truly an off morning.

… And it doesn’t end there.

Nope!

As you texted Jungkook and updated him, you remembered that you had a rescheduled quiz to take… You know, the one that you completely forgot to review last night because your head was all over this stupid presentation.

The quiz went fine but it could’ve been better.

You know you could’ve done better.

That’s probably what annoys you the most. Everything that occurred today wasn’t up to your standard performance level. Humanizing it is difficult because the truth is simple…

Some days just aren’t good.

Some days you just have to take the L.

Some days you just need to breathe through.

And that’s okay.

Because after all the bad, losing, and catching-your-breath moments—there’s him.

The very thought of him eases you. Talking to him makes you feel like you’re bigger than the bad and the losing. Being with him is as easy as breathing.

“Hey ___,” an unfamiliar voice disrupts your thoughts. You turn your head to see who it is. Beside you, a tall man with a broad build offers you a smile. He has short hair and dimples. Even with just his appearance, he’s charming (you can’t deny that).

Politely, you return it but it’s obvious you’re confused.

“… I’m so sorry,” you feel slightly embarrassed to not remember his name. “You are?”

“Mingyu,” he introduces himself, stepping closer and offering his hand. You take it, shaking it slowly and unsure.

He tries again.

“I’m Jungkook’s friend,�� Mingyu explains. “You’re Jungkook’s… Uh?”

“O-oh!” you avoid the question and redirect the conversation. “Are you in his friend group with Jaehyun and them?”

He scoffs. “By ‘them’ you mean those guys?”

Mingyu points to a group of tall guys hovering over the menu display. You count them and can’t help but laugh.

Then, you notice one.

“Is that DK? I think Jungkook introduced me to him when we were walking home a few weeks ago!” From where you are, you wave at DK. DK sees you from the corner of his eye and sends you a smile. He gestures for you to come over. For the second time, you smile politely and feel stuck.

What now?

“What’s Jungkook doing introducing you to DK and not me?” Mingyu chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood.

You purse your lips. “Ohh.. I get it.”

“Get what?”

“You’re cheeky,” you observe. “Yup… You’re definitely friends with Jungkook.”

Mingyu puts his hands up in surrender and then on your shoulders. “Guilty as charged.”

You laugh.

He likes your laugh. It’s soft and attractive—especially when you throw your head slightly back. Intrigued, he invites you to sit with them.

“You know the others, right? Hobi and them?”

“Yeah!” you answer him happily. “Hobi and I are actually pretty close—“

Mingyu’s puppy eyes light up with excitement. “Oh, shit really? So you don’t need to get to know them or anything?”

You blink at him.

“I guess?”

“Great!” Mingyu beams. “Good. Cool... Sit with me! I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

You know it’s all friendly nature.

Mingyu is known for being like this.

Goofy, a little deceptive, but a good guy overall. You have nothing to fear! Especially when he’s friends with Jungkook, right? He wouldn’t think of trying to flirt with you… Right?

What are you to Jungkook again?

Before you know it, Mingyu’s hands find yours. As he laces your fingers together, you feel your chest tighten.

This feels weird.

It feels like betrayal even though you know it’s not. Isn’t it ridiculous to be thinking this way?

You run excuses and options in your head.

Do you pull away and laugh it off? Do you just let him hold your hand and lead you to sit with him and the others? You aren’t sure… But the one thing that is clear is the look of annoyance on Jungkook’s face as he steps into the restaurant and his eyes land on your hands.

“Jungkook!”

As cinematic as it can be, that’s what it is. You shake Mingyu’s grasp off and rush to Jungkook. He’s completely taken aback, stumbling as you crash into him. A small laugh escapes his lips, as he finds your tiny charge at him to be the cutest thing you’ve done thus far. He barely walked in and you’re already in his arms.

Heaven, he thinks to himself.

As he wraps his arms around you, he kisses the top of your head. “Wow, look at you. Are you sure you’re my girl? Not shy anymore? Not avoiding me? I’m so proud of you, mi.”

He smells like him. Like his laundry detergent and his skin after his workout—a little sweaty but so addictive.

Is that weird?

Most importantly… Who cares?

He’s here.

You can breathe him in. You can breathe again.

You groan in embarrassment. Pulling away, you keep yourself close enough to rest your chin on his chest. He lowers his gaze at you, eyes softening as his lips curve into a pout.

“Bad day?”

“Better now,” you hum, hugging him tighter. He laughs and gently tickles your sides. Your laughter increases, causing you to let go of him. He takes your bag from your hands and swings it over his shoulder. His fingers brush against yours as you two walk to join your friends who go ahead and get seated.

“Hey, am I crazy or was Mingyu holding your hand—”

“___!” Mingyu calls for you.

You and Jungkook turn your heads and see him patting a place for you. Without a second thought, Jungkook lifts his hand to wave and you hold onto him tighter. Exchanging looks, he then proceeds to guide you towards his circle of friends and away from the ones you’re familiar with. Passing by Hobi, you give him a look.

A ‘help-me-get-out-of-this,’ look.

Hobi sticks his tongue out at you and mouths, “you’ll be fine, bitch.”

By the time you gather your thoughts, Jungkook has already introduced you to his other group of friends. You completely blank out as they respond and introduce themselves. It’s only for a few seconds and you already had an idea of who they all are anyway.

The campus calls them the 97 liners.

They’re known for being…

Boys.

Decent ones at that, but they’re definitely energetic. Amusing almost all the time, competitive and intimidating when they need to be. Through rumors and observations you’ve made from afar, it made sense to you where Jungkook gets his playfulness from.

He’s…

A lot like them.

He’s definitely himself. It’s interesting.

Mingyu scoots over, making enough room for you and Jungkook. He dabs Jungkook up, greeting him as warmly as he greeted you. The others continue their conversations, asking for your input every so often. You quickly realize how charismatic everyone is, and to be completely honest, it overwhelms you.

But with Jungkook beside you, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing. He squeezes your hand under the table every so often when he notices your gaze wander. It’s like he’s gravity to you.

“Okay, so we already ordered… But we can order again if there’s something specific ___ wants,” Mingyu says, rather bubbly. He clears his throat, reaches over the table, grabs the menu and offers it to you.

“Yah, yah, yah,” Jungkook sends a glare to Mingyu, yanking the menu from him. You turn to look at him and find that he doesn't look amused. His eyes are fixed at his friend. With an intimidating tone, he warns; “Mingyu, stop flexing.”

Mingyu shakes his head, not taking it seriously. Jungkook and him have always had a playful friendship anyways. “I don't know what you're talking about... I’m not flexing. ___, feel it! I swear I’m not flexing right now.”

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hands.

Taking a sip of your water, you take your time to swallow and gather your thoughts.

“Don’t you gym with Jungkook?”

Dumb question.

“I gym more than him,” Mingyu corrects you.

Wow.

Stupid answer.

You can't help it. A laugh escapes your lips. “Is that supposed to impress me?”

Jungkook lets out a hearty chuckle, liking the way you answer. He feels proud of you. He feels like he definitely chose the right girl.

Mingyu smirks, leaning back.

He thinks this is fun.

It is fun.

“Ehhh.. I mean, if you ever let me take you on a date, I’ll show you what it means to be impressed.”

Jungkook’s smile drops.

Yours does too.

You shift closer to Jungkook and avoid Mingyu's eyes.

“H-honestly, I’m not feeling picky tonight. I’m sure whatever you guys ordered will be delicious.”

The rest of the conversation is easygoing as everyone patiently waits for the food to arrive. Mingyu’s attention turns back to his friends, as he takes the hint from your avoidant eyes. To him, it was unserious.

Hopefully, it’s also whatever to you.

As the food arrives and is set on the table, Jungkook exchanges a few side comments and whispers context into your ear. You giggle and feel your heart race when he places his hand on your thigh.

“Jungkook…”

“Hm?”

“Your hand,” you warn.

“What about my hand?”

“It’s on my thigh.”

“I know,” he snickers. “Wish it was somewhere else.”

You gasp and can’t resist hitting his chest. He takes the hit like a man. He knows he deserves it.

On the table is a plate of shrimp. You pick one up with your chopsticks and begin to peel it. As Jungkook eats, you place the freshly peeled shrimp on top of his rice. He smiles at you brightly, his heart close to combusting.

“You didn’t have to—”

Jungkook’s words are cut off as you hear Mingyu whine, “Awh, no fair! Peel me one too, please!”

You nod and answer his request. Taking another shrimp and beginning to peel it, you then finish quickly and place it on top of his rice too.

Mingyu eats it happily.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s chest tightens. Again, it’s such a minor thing to happen… Yet, it irks him so much. He’s no boy, though. This isn’t a perilla leaf tantrum—no, he was much too mature for that.

This was… Clarity.

In between bites, Mingyu brings up a fascinating topic.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” he blurts. Jungkook hadn’t even noticed he was looking at you a certain way. What was it? Was it too revealing of his feelings?

Wait… What even is he feeling?

There’s a sense of jealousy and frustration wrapped around the core of it all; his liking of you.

“I’m not looking at her in any way,” Jungkook responds, taking a sip of water. You continue to chew and look away.

“You totally are,” Mingyu laughs. “Hey, is it because you used to like her?”

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat. “Where did you hear that?”

“Ohh.. So it’s not true, then?”

“Nah,” Jungkook scoffs. “I just don’t get why it’s a rumor and why it’s in the past tense. It’s true… I like her. She knows it too—wait, you fuck… Do you even read the group chat? I talk about her all the fucking time.”

Mingyu’s eyes light up.

“Oh my god!” he gasps, piecing everything together. “Shit, right. I remember now. God, why’d that take me so long to connect? Of course! This is ___. The ___! Ice skating bullshit, right? Pocky kiss or whatever?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to Jungkook. “You told them?”

Jungkook smiles innocently.

“I have the best kiss of my life and you expect me not to tell my boys?”

He has you there.

Mingyu laughs, murmuring about how down bad Jungkook is. When you feel your cheeks heat up, you quickly bury your face into your hands. You feel so embarrassed… But at the same time flattered.

It’s awful.

To make matters worse, the butterflies keep fluttering as Jungkook tilts his head and smirks at you. He finds your shyness the most precious thing in this entire world. The mere fact that he makes you feel and act like this?

Oh, it’s remarkable.

Jungkook can't help but compare your behavior from earlier to now. How you took initiative and ran into his arms as if they were your safe haven—and now there's this.

You like this, right now.

So utterly his without him much being done or said. It's an understanding. It's simply how it is.

He chuckles, as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Ahh... You totally folded."

With his words, your eyes widen. You push him away and roll your eyes at him. He teases you, mocking the way you cling onto his body.

You huff but let him hold onto you. From here on out, you two keep it casual and continue your conversations with everyone. He piles food onto your plate and in exchange you bring the food to his mouth.

Jungkook eats happily.

When the dinner is over, everyone goes their separate ways.

Jungkook’s friends all hug you goodbye (Mingyu takes his sweet time) and leave him to walk you home. Hand in hand, you two wave goodbye and earn a few winks from Hobi. To that, you roll your eyes and brush it off.

The walk with Jungkook is nice.

The conversation between you two is so natural and good. You talk about the presentation mess up in more detail and he listens well. He empathizes with your feelings and understands. He’s so easy to talk to. He gets you. He makes you laugh even when what he’s saying isn’t funny.

Is this how it’s like when you have feelings for someone?

How embarrassing.

When you two reach your front door, he looks at you longingly.

“Feel better?” he asks you. You notice how gentle is tone is. How thoughtful.

“… About everything? The presentation and shit… Bebu, at the end of the day you did what you could. The grade your received is literally still an A—w-what”

Jungkook is startled.

You grasp the fabric of his hoodie and pull him close. Without a second thought, you take a step closer to him and lean in. With urgency, you kiss him.

Deep.

Needy.

Lovingly.

His eyes flutter shut as you deepen the kiss with your tongue. He gives you way, parting his mouth open for you to explore and do as you please. As he kisses you back with the same kind of energy, you smile into the kiss.

When you pull away, Jungkook is in disbelief.

“... Now what?”

You clear your throat, feeling your lips tingling from the kiss.

“S-sorry,” you gulp. “I d-don’t know what came over me… I just—”

“Why are you apologizing?” he blinks at you slowly. “I didn’t ask for an apology. I asked, now what?”

You tighten your lips.

“Now? I… I just need some air.”

Jungkook nods his head, eyebrows furrowed together. He understands you.

Before you can open your mouth to defend or redirect, he beats you to it.

“Yeah? Me too.”

Before you know it, he kisses you.

Jungkook kisses you like a silent plea. Even though he has already confessed; this felt like another.

The way he kisses you feels like a new language. He knows just when you kiss you more and when you to be delicate. He cups your jaw with the palm of his hand, tilting your head so he can kiss you better.

Which is so fucking weird… But it happens like never before.

He kisses you better.

Breaking away from the kiss, you two catch your breaths. As you do so, you clear your throat.

“Wanna come inside?” you ask, taking his hand.

He smirks, unable to stop himself.

“Sure… But I’m gonna need some clarification on that offer… Come inside where?”

In your dimly lit kitchen, you two make yourselves a cup of tea.

Jungkook multitasks by making passes—saying that the water is still cold since you’re hotter than it. He sneaks in a few kisses on your cheeks as you tell him he’s being stupid. You two laugh as he lifts you up to sit on your kitchen island. He makes himself comfortable in between your legs.

There, you caress his hair.

He is so handsome. You love the way his nose just fits his face… How round his eyes are and even the scar on his cheek. It’s so precious.

He’s perfect, you think to yourself.

As you get lost in your thoughts, Jungkook feels so much comfort and freedom with your touch. It feels like rest. For a moment, he shuts his eyes and takes in how much he loves your touch.

Breaking the silence, you tug on his hair. “You need a haircut.”

He shakes his head, eyes still closed.

“Literally got one two weeks ago.”

“Yeah,” you realize he’s right. He did cut his hair two weeks ago. He came over that night just to show it off. “... But I liked Mingyu’s hair! It was so short. I feel like it would suit you too.”

He opens one eye and gives you a weird look.

You mimic it.

“What?”

Jungkook lifts his face.

“So… Was it just me but I definitely caught Mingyu trying to shoot his shot with you, right?” He snickers, tilting his head as he recalls what he saw. "He literally asked you out."

You shrug, explaining Mingyu's attempt to hold your hand as a friendly gesture. "He’s just friendly, right? He also tried to hold my hand to lead me to the table and that was kinda… Unexpected? But he’s like that, right? He’s just friendly. Like a puppy! Golden retriever energy.”

"Maybe," Jungkook responds, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Y-yeah. I mean, the shrimp thing was worse."

You laugh softly. "What? This is about the shrimp thing? I peeled it for you too… And it’s not like I peeled his because I wanted to. He asked. It was lighthearted."

"I know that," he reassures you, his tone softening. "I’m not that insecure to pick a fight over peeling shrimp. You don’t have to convince me it was nothing. I know it was nothing.”

Confusion flashes across your face at his mixed signals. "Are you upset?"

"Maybe," he admits quietly.

Then he hesitates.

“Actually, I think I’m frustrated. I’m not mad. Sorry if I sounded aggressive—"

"N-no, it’s fine," you reassure him, gently cutting him off. "Why are you frustrated, bebu?"

Jungkook offers you a weak smile. "I don’t get it…"

"Get what?"

"All this shit and we’re still not together.”

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion.

Taken aback, you ask him, “what’s that supposed to mean?"

Gesturing between the two of you, Jungkook expresses his confusion. "This… I mean, what is this? We’re together, aren’t we?"

"Jungkook—"

"I’m just… I don’t get it. Even if you thought he was just being friendly, why didn’t you just say you were my girlfriend? Mingyu would’ve stopped flirting with you."

"So it’s my fault?" you huff, feeling offended at the pitch of this idea. "I thought your friends knew—"

"Well… Yes. I talk about you, and it’s not like I’m ditching parties to study in that stupid library—"

"Can you leave the library out of this?"

"Okay," he sighs, relenting. "Sorry… I just… They know how I feel about you. I guess they don’t know how you feel about me, and… I mean, did you tell him we were together or not? Because if I had to remind him who you were to me, I don’t think you told him that we—"

"Jungkook—"

"No, I’m being serious," he interrupts, his tone becoming more stern. "Why didn’t you just—"

"You never asked me out!" you interject, frustration evident in your voice.

Jungkook stares at you blankly, prompting you to continue. He runs everything back in his mind.

You were right.

With all these moments, he’s been so busy planning how to get reactions out of you and completely missed out on so many perfect opportunities.

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend. All you’ve been doing this entire time is trying to get me to flirt with you, kiss you, or trick me into dates… You want me to act like your girlfriend? Ask me to be. I’m not built for situationships… And honestly? I’ve been waiting—patiently and elegantly at that. There were so many times where I wanted to hold your hand and give in. You talk about how you’ll get me to fold or whatever—fine.”

You take a breath, caving in. “This is it. I’ve folded! God, do you even know how hard it is to study next to you in that stupid library because y-you… You give me butterflies.”

Jungkook reaches for you. You let him touch you but your heart stays still, fighting to get these feelings out. Your voice wavers with emotion.

“A-and it’s so… I don’t know how you do it. At some point, I set them free. Like, fine, okay! Fly high, my butterflies… But for what?"

There’s a sense of urgency that awakens in you. Never in your life have you ever felt the same way for anyone.

It feels like defeat and victory all at once.

It feels like peace and war all at once.

It feels like love.

Oh, the madness.

To love someone this wide and deep… To love someone at all. It is everything beyond you. How it radiates through your body and onto his lips… How everything unfolds and reveals him no matter what.

You can’t decide if the way you’ve fallen is utterly heartbreaking or romantic. Maybe it’s both.

Let’s say it’s both.

All you know is that with glossy eyes and a fragmented understanding of timing, you tell him;

“Jungkook, I set my butterflies free, and they flew to you."

#bts fic #jk scenario #jk imagine #jk x mingyu x oc #jungkook fanfic #bts scenario #jk uni au #jk f2l #bts f2l

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k0juki · 11 months ago

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heyyyy!! trying my luck here😅

imagine a smoker!joost x non smoker!reader hanging out or smth, and joost just had a cigarette and tries to kiss the reader but since they don’t like the smell or taste of it they don’t give him a kiss😭😭😭 and then he gets all sad and starts pouting and the reader just giggles and stuff😭 just a lot of cuteness and fluff💗

also ps! you’re literally my favorite author who writes for joost!!!

A/n: someone is lucky🤞🍀 and that's you anon🫵

Kisses and cigarettes

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the picture is not mine. Credit goes to owner!

Wc: 452

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Joost leaned against the railing, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers as he took a drag, letting the smoke curl up into the evening sky. It was a long day for him, but you were here to help him with anything, and he was glad.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, and he couldn't help but think how perfect the moment was. His eyes flicked over to you, sitting on the porch swing, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watched him.

With a final drag, Joost stubbed out the cigarette on the railing and made his way over to you. He could see the way your nose wrinkled slightly, a sure sign you weren't a fan of the lingering smell. But he hoped maybe this time you'd let it slide.

"Hey." he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You turned your head the last second, and his kiss landed on your cheek instead. "Joost, you know I don't like the smell." you said, trying to keep the teasing out of your voice. Just messing with him a bit.

He pulled back, eyes wide and a pout already forming on his lips. "But... I missed you." he said, his voice taking on a whiny edge that made your heart melt a little. He looked so crestfallen, like a puppy who'd just been told no.

You couldn't help but giggle at his expression, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "Oh, Joost, you're adorable when you pout." you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead instead.

He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "It's not fair." he muttered. "I just wanted one little kiss."

You laughed outright then, the sound bright and musical in the evening air. "Well, you can have as many kisses as you want." you stated, "as long as you don't smell like an ashtray."

Joost's pout deepened for a moment before he finally cracked a smile, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "Fine, fine," he said, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. "I guess I'll just have to brush my teeth and freshen up for you."

You giggled again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the swing beside you. "Now that sounds like a plan." you said, resting your head on his shoulder. "Besides, I love you more when you smell like you and not smoke."

He sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too," he murmured. "Even if you are a bit of a kiss tease.”

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A/n: sorry I wasn't here xdd I had finals, but now I'm free and ready to start writing again! Also my last post "Wolf in sheep's clothing" I spent so much time on it and I would love to if you give it try...:))🩷🩷

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boycock-boycunt-boyslut · 17 days ago

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Anaxa boypussy 🥰

(Go write that anaxa smut 🫵)

That's Pussy, Babe!

bottom anaxa x top male reader

warnings/content: anaxa has a vagina and reader has a penis, semi-public sex (behind a building), oral (anaxa receiving), light bondage (anaxa's hands get tied up), a dash of breeding kink, aftercare, talk about marriage, reader is able to pick up anaxa, grammar + spelling mistakes, let me know if i forgot any! word count: 5.2k

a/n: tumblr user boycock-boycunt-boyslut finally lives up to his name and writes about boycunt. this ended up softer than i meant it to be but who cares!! you have to eat your sappy fics before you get the rough bdsm ones

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If there was one word Anaxa would possibly describe you with, it'd be insatiable. For him, specifically. Whether you want to spend time with him, touch him, or fuck him, you are never fulfilled by the end of whatever you two do.

Cuddling on the couch? Even if it lasts a whole day, you still hold Anaxa as close as you can until he tells you to let him go. Don't let him even think about dealing with you in public. Mere handholding does little to hold you down. It'd be surprising if no one in all of Amphoreus knew you two were together. After all, you are practically glued to his side in public. With an arm wrapped around his waist and a grin on your face.

And this insatiability is definitely shown now, you have to admit.

It's the middle of the day, students of the Grove going here and there to get to classes or to their rooms. By this time, Anaxa should be in his own lab doing random experiments that probably end with an explosion. He, however, is not.

Instead, you have him tucked behind a building, pressed against the stone wall. His corset is loosened just enough for you to lower his pants and underwear. The distant chatter of students and faculty is complemented by the delicious pants that leave Anaxa's mouth.

"You couldn't have- waited- another moment?" Anaxa chastises you. It's hard for him to get a sentence out with you doing this.

You let out a mindful hum, watching your index and middle fingers thrust out of Anaxa's cunt. Anaxa's body shudders as your thumb swirls over his clit.

"You seem to be enjoying it as well, right?" your eyes meet his.

Anaxa holds your gaze for a while before he rolls his eye and looks to the side.

"Other students or-" his words are cut off as you thrust your fingers up harshly, hitting right at his sweet spot.

His right hand grasps at your wrist tightly, as if he wants you to stop.

You know it's quite the opposite, really.

You tilt your head at him, "what do you mean about 'other students?'" you pout your lips, "don't tell me you're still thinking about other people while I'm doing this to you."

You accentuate your words, thrusting your fingers into him again and targeting the spot that makes him moan. Anaxa isn't that loud during sex, quite the opposite. He tends to be more on the quiet side, so to really make him moan you've got to catch him off guard like this. Your thumb presses harder on Anaxa's clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves that makes his thighs shake.

Your pants feel impossibly tight as you watch Anaxa shake and moan from the combined sensations. You lean forward, your breath ghosting over Anaxa's cheek. You look into his eye as you continue to thrust your fingers in and out of him. You speed up, not wanting to deprive Anaxa of his pleasure. After all, he is an actual professor with work to do. Plus, seeing him lose himself in pleasure is something you don't want to deprive yourself of either.

Anaxa's other hand grabs onto your shoulder to stabilize himself. His pupil is blown out in lust as his head leans back. You stop him from hitting the stone wall with your free hand, cupping the back of his head and instead pushing his forehead to press against yours. You want to see his face as he comes.

"F-Fuck-" Anaxa stutters out. He moans out your name as he comes on your fingers. You slowly thrust a few times in him a few more times before pulling out your fingers.

You let out a pleased hum, pulling back a bit to examine Anaxa's release on your fingers. You separate your index and middle finger, seeing the slick coating your hands separate from itself. There's a few strings that stay attached until you pull your fingers too far apart. Anaxa can't help but feel himself heat up more at your actions.

"Oh yeah, what were you saying about the students?" you ask, licking your fingers clean from Anaxa's release. He rolls his eye at your display.

"I was going to say that the students and my peers might've been able to see us."

You let out a thoughtful hum at his words.The air around you two is more silent, the chatter of other students and faculty having quieted. You wonder if anyone saw you, not that it'd matter. Everyone already knows you're Anaxa's, and he's yours.

"No one is around anymore, at least!" you speak as you fix up Anaxa's clothes and hair, "besides, I think you actually kinda liked the risk."

You watch his eye widen before he gives a glare, you snicker in response. You finish fixing up Anaxa's clothes, adjusting his corset before looking at him again.

"I'll see you later, Naxy. Try not to miss me too much while you're working," you punctuate your words by pressing yourself up against his core. Anaxa's breath stifles as he feels your hard-on press up against him.

You give a kiss to his eyepatch before bounding away, like fingering him behind a building was the greatest thing to happen. Anaxa can't help but be filled with more want as he thinks about what will happen when he returns to you.

Later in the day, Anaxa returns home. You see him walk in looking less flustered than when you last saw him. He sets down a few scrolls on a table before turning to look at you. You sit in the common area, scrolling through your teleslate before setting it down once you see him. You stand from the spot, walking over to Anaxa.

He lets out a hum as your hands wrap around his small waist.

"How was the rest of your work? You weren't too distracted, were you?" you tease him, pressing a kiss to his eyepatch then to the corner of his lips.

Anaxa is used to your clinginess. He expects that, when he gets home, you'll be all over him as if you didn't see him in the morning. If you're both lucky, you might've popped into his study or classrooms to bother him just because of how much you "missed" him. He doesn't know whether this is a flaw of yours or something he appreciates. It's probably both.

"You'd have to do more than that to keep me distracted from my work," Anaxa huffs. He sees you smirk. "Stop looking at me like that."

You let out a sigh. Anaxa never lets you have your fun.

"But, if you were really wondering, a Venerationist student came to attend one of my lectures. They struck up a debate against me. Truly, I wish more of my own students had that courage."

You listen to Anaxa recount his day as an idea strikes you. Your arms lower to his thighs. Anaxa stops talking and raises his brow at what you're doing. His mouth opens to ask, before he is completely cut off by you picking him up.

"What in the world are you doing?" he asks, baffled by your sudden behavior. One arm comes to wrap around your shoulder reflexively, and his legs wrap around your waist.

"Nothing! Just thinking about what I want to do to you," you smile at him.

You carry Anaxa into the kitchen and set him down on the counter. Your hands immediately start to work on his corset, loosening it enough you're able to remove his pants. You hook your fingers around the waistband and slowly drag his pants down, removing his shoes with it. You kneel down before Anaxa, looking up to him as he sits on the counter. He looks unimpressed.

"You couldn't even hold back until we had eaten?"

You offer a shrug before leaning forward. You hold one of his ankles in your hand, pressing a kiss against his skin. Anaxa raises a brow, watching your actions. It's always fifty-fifty on whether you take your time or dive into whatever act you want to do with him. Though it seems like you're taking your time now.

"I'll make one of the greatest meals you've eaten after we're done?" you look up to him, your cheek squishing against Anaxa's calf.

He can't help the jolt of arousal that shoots down to his core, heat already rising up in his belly. Anaxa gives a nod, agreeing to your offer. You give him an appreciative smile.

"I hope you don't mind if I have something to eat first?" Clearly, you are not referencing any actual food. At least, you don't think Anaxa counts as literal food.

"Keep going or I'll kick you."

You stick your tongue out, muttering about how you're supposed to be the impatient one. You continue your work, peppering kisses over Anaxa's calf as you continue up. Your hands spread out Anaxa's legs, allowing you to slot yourself between them. A hand trails down from Anaxa's knee to his ankle, brushing over his skin and massaging at the muscles.

Your ears perk up as Anaxa lets out an appreciative sigh. You smile against his knee, pressing a kiss there and trailing up to his thighs. Your hands move from his legs to his upper thigh, grasping at his flesh and dragging yourself towards him. You notice a damp spot in his underwear, a sly smile playing at your lips as you look at Anaxa once again. His eye is expectant but once he sees you look from his boxers to his face, he blushes.

You chuckle, "I thought you said you weren't distracted?"

"I was able to focus just fine, thank you. I am not a simple-minded fool who only thinks of sex. I'm able to keep my desires at the back of my mind."

Was that a dig at you? You can't tell.

"Hmm… alright. I'll have to do a little more next time, then."

Your fingers hook onto the waistband of Anaxa's boxers, "Mind if I take them off?"

Anaxa lets out a breathless yes. Anticipation fills both of you as he raises his hips and you take Anaxa's underwear off of him. He stifles a moan as the cold air hits his bare cunt.

You kiss around Anaxa's thighs, your hands keeping a firm hold on his thighs to keep them from closing around you. You keep your kisses featherlight as your lips move to his inner thigh, kissing the sensitive skin there. You open your mouth, fingers digging into the meat of Anaxa's thigh, and bite down into his flesh.

Anaxa lets out a gasp, body tensing at the pain. You let go and lick the mark to soothe a bit of the pain. You always love to mark Anaxa. Whether that's on the outside with bite marks and bruises, or on the inside with your own cum. Just the thought of doing that makes your pants tighten and your cock twitch. You shove the thought to the side, for now you want to focus on Anaxa.

On Anaxa's inner thigh now sits a prominent bite mark that matches up with your teeth. The sight makes you giddy as you move to the other thigh, biting down again. Anaxa tenses again, but relaxes faster. He should've known this would happen. You lick over the new mark, letting out a pleased hum.

"Are you going to keep teasing me or actually get a move on?" Anaxa pants.

You rise from your spot and stand between Anaxa's legs. Your hard on presses against Anaxa's bare cunt and you can see him gasp at the feeling. Your hands reach up to cradle Anaxa's face, watching as he melts into the gentle contact.

"Feeling impatient, professor?" you aren't a student, but calling Anaxa professor is something you can't hold back on. "I just want to take care of you tonight."

Your lips press against Anaxa before you pull back and lower back between Anaxa's thighs. One of Anaxa's hands drifts down to your head, passively laying there and stroking the top of your head. You let out another pleased hum at the contact.

You press a kiss to Anaxa's thigh once again.

"May I?" you look back up to Anaxa, eyes full of love for him.

"If you don't start eating me out I will actually kick you this time."

You can't help the surprised laugh that leaves you. Shaking your head, you bring your hands to Anaxa's cunt, spreading him as your tongue licks a stripe up him. He shudders at the feeling and you smile against him. You lick at his clit, kissing the bundle of nerves before closing your lips around it and sucking. Anaxa shudders beneath you, one of your hands has to hold onto his thigh so he doesn't completely snap his legs shut around you.

You continue to alternate between sucking and licking at his clit as your other hand lowers to his hole. Your index and middle finger presses against it, the feeling makes Anaxa let out a low moan. The hand on your head tenses as your fingers press into him. The sounds of Anaxa's arousal, you fingering and eating him out fill the air. It's much more pleasant than being accompanied by the sound of other people talking around you.

Your fingers immediately seek out the spot that makes Anaxa really react. Of course, as you've mapped out his entire body in your mind, it's not hard to make Anaxa's body heat up more and feel him shudder. You hear heavy breathing above you as your fingers continue to thrust up into him. You pull away from Anaxa's clit, separating with a light pop! and move your head down. Your fingers pull out, which Anaxa voices his displeasure at with a groan.

"Be patient, Anaxa," you hum, "you know I'll always take care of you."

You bury yourself back in Anaxa's cunt, tongue teasing at his hole while your hand moves up to Anaxa's clit. You don't press on it, instead allowing Anaxa to take a break from you licking and sucking at it. You thrust your tongue into Anaxa's hole, enjoying the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

If Anaxa didn't have work as a sage and professor, you'd willingly keep yourself between his thighs for hours on end. The taste of him is simply divine on your tongue, like the finest ambrosia. He's addicting in a way that not even the best pomegranates could compare to. You're sure that even Phagousa is jealous that you have Anaxa, the greatest tasting being that has ever existed.

Anaxa's grip on you starts to tighten. He pulls your head right where you need to, not that you don't mind. You do as he wishes with no complaints. Your fingers press against his clit and with that combined with your tongue, he comes undone the second time that day.

You lap up his release like a starving animal, taking every last drop he offers you before you stand back up. Your face is wet from Anaxa's arousal. You swipe whatever was left on your face with your fingers and lick it up, not wasting a single drop of what he has to offer. Anaxa's face is flushed, his eye looking at you with need. Your hands press against his hips again and you look at him expectantly.

"Wanna take this to our room?" you cock your head to the side.

Anaxa nods, and that's all you need to pick him up once again and bring him to your shared bedroom. As you walk, Anaxa fiddles with his capelet and coat, loosening them so he can throw them off once you put him down. You unceremoniously throw him onto the bed once in the bedroom, an oof coming out of him as he hits the mattress. His gaze says he's unimpressed and you wonder how many times today he's looked at you like that.

You quickly follow Anaxa, crawling into the bed as he sits up. Your hands wander up as you take off the capelet and fully undo the corset as he removes his overcoat. It leaves Anaxa in only two layers: his shirt and his vest. You sigh at how many damn layers he wears. How does he deal with it? He laughs at your pouting.

"You look as if you don't enjoy the clothes I wear."

"Yeah- well- I only enjoy them when they aren't separating me from touching you."

"Hm? But you're already touching me, no?"

"You know what I mean, Naxy."

He chuckles once again, leaning up to give you a kiss on the lips. It's not as heated as your usual kisses during these sessions, instead soft and sensual as your lips move together. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, the other wrapping around his waist. Your tongue presses against his lips in a request, and he responds by opening his mouth for you. Your tongues meet and Anaxa can surely taste his own arousal that remains in your mouth. You moan into him, trying to drag him even closer to you as your tongues intertwine.

Anaxa pulls back first, panting and red in the face. Strings of spit still connect you two, which you break off with a quick swipe of your hand. You lean back, moving to get up.

"Going somewhere?" Anaxa asks.

You hum again, "Would you mind if I tied your wrists up?"

Anaxa leans against the headboard of the bed, seemingly thinking about it. "Of course I wouldn't."

Anaxa has always enjoyed a bit of something to spice up bedroom scenarios, whether it's something like roleplay or just either of you having your wrists tied together. You walk over to a drawer and pull out some red ribbon, soft so it doesn't rub against Anaxa's wrists too hard. You walk over to him, standing at the side of the bed. He had removed his vest, leaving him in his white shirt and nothing else.

You take one of his hands in yours, bringing it close to you and kissing his knuckles. He's always had pretty hands, that's one of the first things you ever noticed about him. That, and he has a really, really tiny waist. You take the other hand and repeat the kisses, then you bring his hands over his head, holding his wrists with one hand. You tie his wrists with the ribbon, tight enough to hold but not too tight to hurt. You lean down and press a kiss against Anaxa's wrists.

"You've been quite affectionate today," Anaxa points out. He tests the ribbon. Sure enough, it holds.

"I'm affectionate everyday?"

"What I mean is that you've been taking it slower today."

You shrug, perhaps you are. "Can you blame me? I have the most beautiful, prettiest boyfriend ever. I can't just not show how much I love him."

You begin to undress, which Anaxa instinctively tries to help with. Of course, he can't. His hands are literally tied. You remove your pants and underwear, leaving your top on.

"It's so much faster and easier to undress when you aren't wearing five layers, you know."

Anaxa rolls his eye at you.

You crawl onto the bed where Anaxa is waiting for you. His upper body is pressed against the headboard as he's sitting up. You separate his legs and slot yourself between them, looking down at his soaked cunt. A hunger rises within you, a need to be inside of him and mark him inside. You want to make him yours again, and again, and again. Filling him with your cum that one day it could take. Of course, that'll never happen. Logically it won't. But, you can't help imagining it.

Having a family with Anaxa, spending the rest of your life with him. The thought alone makes you shudder. You try not to waste any more time, taking your cock into your hands and spreading the precum that beads at the tip. You've been wanting this all day and it's hard to hold back now. You line yourself up with Anaxa's hole, looking up to him.

His eye is focused solely on you. More of your dick, but it counts. He watches with a hunger that matches your own.

"Ready?" you ask.

"Foolish question, I wouldn't do all of this only to stop at the end."

Of course that's how he replies. You shake your head, guiding your tip to his hole. You thrust up into him, and Anaxa lets out a low moan as your tip enters him. Your hands move to his waist as you feed yourself fully into him.

You press up against his pelvis once finished, staying still to allow Anaxa to adjust to the size. It's not like you're a monster or anything down there, but you'd rather not risk any harm to Anaxa. Not tonight, at least.

Anaxa's hips move, signalling that you can start moving. It's something you've learned during your time with him, sometimes he prefers non-verbal cues instead of having to say everything out loud. You pull yourself out, almost to the tip before pushing back in. You moan at the feeling of Anaxa around you, pulling back out to thrust back in. You set a steady pace, not rough or too fast.

Your hands grip at Anaxa's waist, pulling him down to lay on the bed instead of sitting up. You angle your hips so that when you thrust into him, you thrust right into hus sweet spot. Titans, you're always glad when you do. Anaxa might be quiet during sex, but when he loses himself, you get to hear a hymn that all gods should be jealous of.

Delicious moans leave Anaxa's mouth as you hit all the right places. He tightens up around you, making you moan at the feeling before you continue your rhythm. The sounds of both your skin slapping against each other complements Anaxa's moans. You lean down, your hands messing with Anaxa's shirt collar so you can open it and expose the skin of his neck and shoulders. He's flushed red even all the way down there.

You lean your head down, opening your mouth and biting into the flesh of Anaxa's neck. His eye widens and he tenses up, his hips angling up against yours as his lower body lifts off of the mattress. He sinks back down and moans lowly as you lick at the bite you left. You continue to mark him, covering his pale skin in bruises and bite marks alike. Each time you do he shudders against you, moaning when you bite hard enough against him. You kiss each wound you leave to soothe him.

You begin to speed up as you feel Anaxa shudder and shake more against you. One of your hands travels down to press up against his clit, swirling and lightly tugging to add to the pleasure he's feeling.

"Fuck- Anaxa-" you pant out as you continue moving inside him. You feel delirious as you do, losing yourself in the pleasure and feeling of being inside your lover.

Your other hand grasps and gropes at Anaxa's flesh, feeling his soft skin against your palm. Anything to reaffirm that he's there with you, even when you're feeling the deepest parts of him.

"I love you, Anaxa- Fuck you feel so damn good."

To hell with the Titans, you think. Those false gods could never compare to how Anaxa makes you feel. The love and lust within you that culminates in nights like this where you're both desperately rutting into each other. You don't care if everyone else on Amphoreus shuns both of you. As long as you get to spend the rest of your life and then some with Anaxa, you couldn't care less about what anyone else thinks.

You look down at him, one hand at the side of Anaxa's head as the other is still on his clit. His face is completely lost in pleasure. It's a rare sight to see him be so lost in sex, and it's one you savor every single time. You lean down, lips brushing against his as you continue to praise him.

"You feel so fucking good, I love you so damn much. Always so good for me, always letting me do these things to you- Fuck!"

Your head presses against Anaxa's shoulder as you feel him tighten more. His body shakes harder as he comes once again around you. He groans as he comes. A moan leaves you at the feeling of him climaxing around you. All coherent thought leaves your head as you rut into Anaxa, speeding up and chasing after your own climax. Your hands move to wrap Anaxa's legs around your waist, trying to hit him impossibly deeper.

More, more, more, you repeat to yourself. You slam your hips against Anaxa's and come. You both moan, shuddering and leaning into each other as you try to ride out your high.

With a few rolls of your hips, you pull out of Anaxa, watching your cum trickle out of his hole. You frown at the sight.

"You can fill me as much as you want another night, you dog," Anaxa says, "now untie me, please."

You smile unabashedly at him and do as told, untying his wrists and gently massaging away any pain that the ribbon could've caused.

"Wanna take a bath?" you look at Anaxa with hopeful eyes.

He gives a light nod. Of course you'd still want to be beside him even after being literally inside of him. You bound off to the bathroom, filling the tub with assorted salts and aromatics that Anaxa and you both enjoy. With the water set to as warm as it can get before getting physically painful, you prepare a few towels for both you and Anaxa.

You go back to the bedroom, wordlessly picking up Anaxa and taking him to the bath. You remove his shirt and set him down in the water. He removes his eyepatch and tosses it at you. Jerk.

"Not joining me tonight?" Anaxa looks at you, his brow turned down a bit.

"Of course I am!" you fake offense at the question, "I'm just gonna clean the bedroom a bit while you relax in the tub."

Anaxa lets out a sigh that you'd describe as relieved before nodding at your words.

You return to the bedroom. The blankets would have to go but you can clean the sheets tomorrow, right? After all, it's been quite the night for the both of you and the sheets aren't covered in fluids like the blankets are. You pull the blankets off and put them into the laundry corner, along with Anaxa’s and your clothing. You set the ribbon back where it goes in the drawer and adjust the pillows on the bed. A new set of soft, dry blankets are placed on the bed. You pick up Anaxa's dromas plushie from his nightstand and put it in the middle of the bed.

You give yourself a proud nod at the cleaned room. Before going to the bathroom, you pick up pajamas for both you and Anaxa. Dromas themed of course. As you enter the bathroom, you see Anaxa leaning against the side of the tub, his eye closed as he relaxes. His eye opens once he hears you pad into the room, setting the pajamas down then taking off your top and climbing in beside him. The warm water against your skin makes a pleased groan leave you. You adjust yours and Anaxa's position so he's sitting against your chest.

"Massage?" you offer.

He nods acceptingly. You grab soap on the side as your other hand raises Anaxa's leg. You start at his feet with massaging the skin and muscle beneath, and he lets out a pleased groan at the feeling. You continue up his calf, then to his thigh. You're careful at his sensitive areas, muttering apologies when he jolts against you. You repeat the process on the other leg.

Moments like these are the ones you treasure. Having Anaxa calm and relaxed against you. You know how much he's been through in his life and seeing him fully relaxed and comfortable beside you is something you'll treasure for the rest of your life.

You set down Anaxa's legs, working on his back now. There, he's definitely tense. You slowly massage out the knots out of his back.

"I love you, you know that?" you mutter against Anaxa's ear.

He looks back at you. "I am well aware of that."

"I know but- I love you a lot, Anaxa."

"You seem like you're hiding something from me."

"Wh- Me? Your loving, appreciative, hot, really sexy boyfriend? I would never hide something from you!"

Anaxa, once again, looks unimpressed. "Besides that show of pride, you clearly are hiding something from me. Got anything else to say?"

You chew the inside of your cheek. Your hands move to Anaxa's upper back, pressing into the knots between his shoulder blades. He presses back against your fingers to encourage you.

"I was just thinking…" you begin, "That- uh- would you want to get married, Anaxa…?"

The thought has been in your head for a while, but you hadn't had the courage to bring it up. Anaxa is a sage, a scholar, a professor, a Chrysos Heir. He's a busy man, you don't know if he's even thought about marriage as a possibility.

He hums, looking at the ceiling as he thinks. Silence stretches on for a few minutes as you move from Anaxa's back to massaging his shoulders.

"I mean I know that you're busy with all of your-"

"I wouldn't mind it," Anaxa interrupts you, "marrying you, that is."

You feel shocked. Despite that, you keep working on his arms, kneading his upper arms before continuing on.

"I- wait- really? You'd want to marry… me?"

"Of course, who else other than you?" Anaxa grabs your face with one of his hands, tugging you forward so you look directly at him.

"Well- yeah, of course- I just- are you not busy with… you know… everything…?"

He hums once again, "You practically accompany me in everything. Whether it is work as a professor or any work Chrysos Heir. Besides that, I've been thinking about it myself."

Your face feels hot as you nod. Anaxa lets you go, letting you continue your work.

You both sit in the tub together for a while. No words spoken, just soaking up each other's presence. As well as the water. Once it gets cool enough, you drain the tub and both you and Anaxa get dressed and ready to sleep.

"We'll discuss this more tomorrow," Anaxa says as he settles into the bed.

You lay beside him and nod. Before you can fully relax, you realize something.

"Wait. You didn't eat dinner," you fret.

Anaxa sighs, "if you make me the best breakfast I've ever had, I'll forgive you for forgetting to let me eat.

You nod, "alright. I'll make the best breakfast you've ever had tomorrow."

Anaxa cuddles the dromas plush close to himself and you wrap your arms around Anaxa. You feel like the thoughts of marriage- and what to feed Anaxa tomorrow- will keep you from sleeping, but you begin to drift off without realizing it.

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