#pls just ignore the innuendos in this

[crescenthistory]

hihi i love ur work sm <3 could you pls do a barty crouch jr sunshine x grump except the reader is the grump? ik barty isnt rlly sunshine like but he seems a lot more outgoing and energetic when compared to the reader. for the prompt could it be a.6 where the reader is just being her usual grumpy self and barty sort of mocks her? if the idea doesnt sound so appealing u dont have to do it i understand !! (also ignore the fact i submitted this earlier but forgot to put the prompt lmfao)

hi sweetheart! first of all, no i will not ignore your earlier ask because what you said about my writing was soso sweet and i think about it daily<33 i am a truther of barty being the sunshine in these dynamics because his chaotic energy needs a bit of a grumpy counterpart which is why i'm also a bartylus truther shhh so i'm in love with your idea, thanks darling xx this was so fun to write, why is he like this

Prompt: A.6 "Aren't you just a sweetheart?"

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), you are in gryffindor sorry and marauders!bestie, mostly barty pov so it's sassy and biased, banter/bickering, language, some innuendos/suggestive jokes, they do not kiss physically but are making out in barty's head tbh, jegulus appearance my loves, a little bit of bartylus snuck in there

Note: i love their dynamic here, might write some more blurbs with the same storyline/concept

continuation can be found here <3 and here

Barty could not believe Regulus had betrayed him on such a carnal level.

Becoming chummy with Gryffindors in general should be considered a cardinal sin, but shagging one on the regular? Insisting that shagging was a “crude term” for it and insisting Barty accept that his best friend, stupid wanker, is actually in love with and dating James Potter, the epitome of Gryffindor bravado?

Absolutely unacceptable. Arguably a hate crime, and he told Regulus as much, only to be met with an eye roll as the black haired boy continued to drag him along to where his new boyfriend was sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by friends.

“Well, if it isn’t Baby Black?” A girl called as Regulus approached the group, hauling Barty along with him. Others around smiled and greeted Regulus – not Barty.

“Shut it, McKinnon,” Regulus grumbled, sheepishly taking the seat on James’s left that he had saved for him. Barty could spot a slight pinkish blush creeping up on Regulus’s cheeks when James murmured a hey love and kissed his cheek.

Barty could puke at the sight.

Nevertheless, he shoved some Gryffindors further down the table to take a seat beside Regulus. For whatever reason, he had believed it necessary to bring Barty with him every single time he meets James’s gnarly pack, so Barty assumed the role of protective friend while still making it exponentially clear that he disapproves.

“No acknowledgement for me then?” Barty looked around the table who were in one degree or another cooing at the fresh couple. All except Sirius, who, like Barty, was faux gagging at the sight.

It’s a new low for Sirius Black to be your one ally.

“Make yourself note-worthy, and we’ll say hello to you, Junior.” The gruff voice came from you, who conveniently was sitting opposite Barty this morning.

You were thus far the most tolerable of James’s friends, mostly because you had yet to be as loud and obnoxious as the rest, despite the red and gold around your neck. You had yet to say almost anything at all, but what you did say had a habit of drawing a snort from Barty. Mostly because it was never particularly kind.

Your eyes didn’t leave the crossword puzzle you were working on as you ate, shutting out the bickering around you, yet somehow picking up on Barty’s comment. 

Intriguing. 

“I take great personal offence to that, Treasure.” Barty's voice was incredulous but he sported a contradicting wicked grin, happy at the opportunity to wreak a bit of havoc if he must be seated here.

“Ew.” You looked up at that, eyes narrowing at the pet name he gave you. He decided then and there, that was the only way he would refer to you from now on. “And good. Maybe it can help you build some character.”

“Oh, come on,” James butted in, finally drawing his eyes from Regulus – who he had sneaked an arm around before the boy could protest at the public display of affection – and looking at his dear friend and his disgruntled friend-in-law. “Be nice to Junior, he slithered here all the way from the comforts of his dungeon.”

“So did your boytoy, Potter, so watch your mouth.” Sirius, James and Regulus all winced at the word boytoy, though for very different reasons.

“And so I am being nice to him,” James retorted, squeezing Regulus as he looked down at him. “Aren’t I, love?”

“Shut up,” Regulus whispered.

“You’ve already said that today, Reggie,” McKinnon replied with a sly grin. “Find another comeback, why don’t ya?”

Regulus just rolled his eyes at her while Sirius bumped his shoulder into hers in a sign of approval.

“Anyway.” Barty drew the attention back to him as he spoke up, but his eyes were trained on you. “Build some character you say? What character would you like me to be, Treasure?"

You sized him up, clearly debating whether to follow James's advice or take Barty's bait. The latter seemed to win.

"Someone less disruptive would be a great start."

"That would hold more bite if you didn't willingly surround yourself with this lot," Barty laughed, waving his arms a bit too theatrically towards your friends, some of which were scowling at him, others nodding in agreement. Barty swore he could hear James whisper fair under his breath.

"Willingly is a bit of a stretch." You side-eyed Sirius beside you with a sly grin, who took a few seconds to process your sentence. Once he realised, he gasped and swatted at your arm for the disrespect.

Barty was enjoying himself much more than he expected.

"Aren't you just a sweetheart?" His grin never faltered as he continued his one-sided staring contest with you. As if you were the only thing in the room of notice, as if your friends weren't right there and needed to be won over by him as well.

“I can be,” you drawled, fighting to keep your face neutral. “You just gotta earn it."

Barty tilted his head, eyes narrowing with interest as he studied you. There was something undeniably magnetic about your sharp tongue, the way you seemed to remain so unbothered by the chaos swirling around the table.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, inching just a bit closer. “And how do I do that?”

Finally, you locked eyes with him properly, levelling him with your stare. Your expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe?—beneath your cold exterior.

"That ship sailed so long ago, you can't even see it from harbour, Junior."

"Good thing I can swim." Barty winked at you, and part of him thought he caught you look flustered for half a moment as his comments grew flirtier by the minute.

“Fine by me, easier to drown you if you jump in the water willingly."

Barty barked a laugh, unphased by your words. "Don't threaten me with a good time." He could feel Regulus giving him a look from his right, but Barty ignored it. He was far too entertained by you now. “Tell me, do you give everyone such a warm welcome, or am I just special?”

Your lips twitched, but you held your ground, flicking your eyes back to the crossword in front of you. “You’re just annoying.”

Regulus groaned softly, clearly wishing he could disappear into the floor. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to subject himself—and by extension, Barty—to the whirlwind that was James Potter and his pack of friends, but he also wasn’t blind. He saw the way Barty’s attention had shifted, how your sharp, biting comments had hooked him in a way nothing else had managed to. He could practically feel the chaos brewing.

James, ever the peacemaker, clapped his hands together. “Right, well, now that we’ve all sufficiently insulted each other—again—how about we chat about something less murder-y?”

“No promises,” you murmured, flipping a page of the Daily Prophet as you continued working through the puzzle.

“Good efforts, Potter, but I fear she's just too intrigued by me” Barty sighed, leaning back in his seat as if exhausted by the mere prospect of attention. “I have that effect on people.”

“Oh, sure,” McKinnon chimed in, rolling her eyes. “We’re all positively obsessed with you.”

Sirius, looking entirely too pleased with himself, gave you an exaggerated wink. “I’d pay good money to see her put you in your place, Junior.”

“And I’d pay good money to see you mind your own business,” you retorted coolly, not even sparing Sirius a glance. Neither boy seemed sure if the comment was meant for Sirius or Barty, but didn't let that deter their entertainment.

Barty watched the exchange with open fascination. He couldn’t help but admire how easily you held your own amongst this overzealous group, considering their tendency to overwhelm people with their loud, boisterous energy. You were like a still, cold lake amidst a storm, unbothered by the wind and waves crashing around you.

He leaned closer to Regulus, his voice dropping slightly as he muttered, “I like her.”

Regulus, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of being dragged between Barty and James’s worlds, gave Barty a flat look. “Don’t.”

Barty’s grin only widened. “Too late.”

It became a strange, almost delirious routine for Barty to be swirled into the life of James Potter and Co. He minded it less and less, irritation soothed almost instantly once he saw you.

He sought you out every time Regulus brought him along, plopping down beside you on the common room couches, leaning on your chair at the library, catching your eye in the hallways. You presented begrudgingly, always rolling your eyes and scoffing, but your resolve crumbled slowly and the smile you were fighting became more insistent.

You and your dry retorts, you with your books or puzzles in hand, you and your knowing looks that grew more affectionate.

Barty was thoroughly fascinated.

"Don't screw this up for me please," Regulus would whine as the two of them walked back to the Slytherin dorms with just a few minutes left before curfew. They had dragged out their time sprawled across the couches by the fireplace at Gryffindor.

This time, as most times of late, Regulus hadn't asked Barty to come – he hadn't needed to. While the two usually spent most of their time together, Barty had practically been glued to his side as of late, ready to jump on the opportunity to see you.

"I won't," Barty dragged out the words with annoyance, as if he had said them a thousand times as of late. "Don't worry your pretty head so much Reggie, James won't care that I'm bantering with his bestie."

"It's not just the bantering I'm worried about," Regulus muttered, but Barty caught it clear as day. He gave his friend a look that demanded further explanation.

"You clearly fancy her, Barty!" He just blinked, as if to say and? Regulus groaned. "Just don't mess anything up with her to the point where she gets so angry she doesn't want to see you anymore. I don't want to have to deal with managing my time between you and James because she wants you dead."

Barty sighed dreamily at those last words, whispering wouldn't that be hot? Regulus gave him a corrective slap up the back of his head.

"I won't okay, I won't!" Barty was the one grumbling now, trying to deal with the infatuation in his stomach, just aching to go back and bicker some more with you, while also calming his best friend down. "I don't want to actually like hurt her or anything, I just like getting a little rise out of her."

Regulus paused before the entrance to the Slytherin common room, levelling Barty with a glare. He realised then that he seemed to have a type of person he prefers to associate with, because you had given him that same look earlier when you debated each other about who should get to sit in the comfy chair. He suggested you just sit in his lap in the chair – a great compromise, really – and a beautiful blush crept up on your face when you scoffed.

"If she will make you happy, please do go for it. But be careful, please." Regulus's tone of voice was intent, leaving little room for argument.

Barty still found some, of course, but he was soft for his friend and gave way.

"Fine, don't worry, I've got it under control," he all but whined. "It's not everyday stoic Regulus Black begs me for anything, so fine."

There was a smile on Regulus's face when he shoved him then, finally stepping into the Slytherin dorms to call it a night.

You were in the library the first time Barty got you all to himself.

It was a Saturday afternoon when Barty found himself wandering through the library, absentmindedly scanning the rows of books. He wasn’t really paying attention, more so killing time before his next Quidditch practice and possibly looking for some trouble, when he spotted you in a far corner. Much better.

For once you were free from your larger than life friends, nose peacefully buried in another one of your books as you twirled your quill before your fingers. Barty knew you were waiting to scribble something in the margin, and a surprisingly soft warmth sprouted in his chest when you did. A small smile tugged at his lips as he made his way over to you, leaning casually against the bookshelf beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here, Treasure.”

You didn’t even bother looking up. “If you’re here to annoy me, I’ll hex you. Finally got some peace and quiet."

Barty laughed, taking the seat across from you without invitation. “You wound me. What makes you think I’m here to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted some quality company.”

“Quality company?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow as you finally looked up from your book. “And yet you chose to sit with me.”

“Exactly,” Barty replied smoothly, flashing you a grin. “You’re the most interesting person in this castle, and I’m bored. I’m sure you can entertain me.”

You gave him a long, appraising look, as if trying to figure out what his angle was. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Nope.” His characteristic cheshire cat grin was playing across his features, and you ignored the stirring it caused inside you.

A pause stretched between you as your staring contest prolonged, and for a moment, Barty thought you were going to ignore him, go back to your book, and continue the delicate balance of biting banter and cold indifference that had marked all your previous interactions.

Then, much to his surprise, you closed your book with your fingers keeping your page. You leaned back in your chair as you regarded him with a calculating gaze. “Fine. Though if you’re so desperate for company, then you tell me something interesting. Junior.”

Barty blinked, not having expected you to actually engage. His grin grew and he felt pride bloom in your chest as you began to sport your own.

"Oh, I'll tell you anything you want, if it'll keep your attention on me, Treasure."

[drewsephrry]

I’m not sure if requests are open or not so pls forgive me and ignore this if it’s closed 🤦🏻‍♀️. I love your blog you’re an absolutely amazing writer!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Smut Prompt List no. 2

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

JJ x fem

i am so sorry i took so long for this one, thank you for your kind words and for requesting!!! ���🤍

2k celebration!!!

warnings: sexual innuendos

words: 675

The boutique's cramped dressing room barely fit one person, let alone two. Yet JJ Maybank, ever the opportunist, had no care about invading your space. Leaning lazily against the mirror with his signature smirk, he looked entirely at ease.

“You planning to take all day, or am I getting a private show?” He teased, his eyes flicking to the dress you were still wrestling into place.

“JJ!” You hissed, shoving at his chest in a futile attempt to push him toward the door. “Get out before someone catches you!”

“Relax, princess.” His grin widened as he plucked at the tag dangling from your shoulder. “It’s not like I haven’t seen more before. Besides…” His gaze dropped, sweeping over the dress “This one’s cute. Little tight, though. Sure it’s your size?”

“You’re insufferable. Go harass someone else.” You said, glaring at him, but as always, he seemed fueled by the challenge.

“Nah.” He shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “You’re my favorite person to bother.” His tone softened, turning mischievous. “Now turn around. Let me see the back.”

“JJ-”

“Turn around.” He repeated, his voice edged with playful command. With an exaggerated eye roll, you complied, facing the mirror. The dress hugged your figure, the fabric clinging in all the right places. JJ let out a low whistle, stepping closer until the heat of his body brushed against yours.

“Damn.” He murmured, his tone shifting into something deeper, heavier. His fingers trailed lightly over the zipper, sending a shiver down your spine. “This might be my favorite one yet.”

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, your voice lacking its usual bite. His nearness was distracting, and you cursed the way your body seemed to lean into his touch.

“Admit it. You love that I’m impossible.” JJ leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you swallowed hard.

“JJ, someone could walk in-”

“Let them.” He said, his voice low and rough. “Might make things more exciting.” His hands slid to your hips, tugging you gently back against him. You gasped and his grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“JJ.” You started, your tone wavering between exasperation and something else entirely. “You can’t just-”

“Can’t I?” His lips brushed your ear, then trailed down to the curve of your neck. “You look too good to ignore.” Your hands clutched the edge of the small bench, torn between shoving him out and pulling him closer. JJ gently kissed your neck.

“This isn’t the time.” You managed, though your resolve was crumbling fast.

“Why not?” He countered, his lips grazing your shoulder. “You know you look amazing. I know it. And I can’t stop thinking about how much better this would look on my floor.” A startled laugh escaped you, part nerves, part disbelief.

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head.

“And you’re stunning.” He shot back, spinning you around to face him. His hands cradled your face, the teasing glint in his eyes softening. “Seriously. You drive me insane.”

For a moment, the air between you stilled, heavy with unspoken truths neither of you dared name. His thumb brushed your cheek, and your heart skipped a beat. His other hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“Well, if I’m driving you crazy, maybe I should just buy the dress.” You cleared your throat, breaking the tension. JJ’s smirk returned, full of wicked charm.

“You should. But only if I get to help you take it off later.” He replied, with a smug grin. Rolling your eyes, you shoved his chest.

“Get out of here before someone calls security.” You pushed him. He backed toward the door, hands raised in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine. But don’t keep me waiting. I’ve got plans for us tonight.” He exclaimed.

“Plans?” You echoed, arching a brow.

“Yeah.” He said with a wink. “Me, you and that dress. Or maybe not.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving you breathless, flustered, and far too tempted to find out exactly what he had in mind.

A/N: this was probably not what you had in mind and i am incredibly sorry for that. but this request really stumped me for some reason. i still hope you enjoyed it!!🤍🤍

[jaywonjuice]

📄🖇️ — reaction to you feeling insecure ~ p.sh

pairing bf!sunghoon x gn reader (feat. jay & a very drunk jake)

genre non idol au, angst (??), fluff, drabble

request: ✉️ “HIII can i request prompt 4 and 17 (w insecurity abt either their appearance/relationship/both..up to you!) with sunghoon pls??”; prompt #4 rough kisses; prompt #17 them reassuring you when you’re insecure.

warnings sfw intimacy, kissing, sexual innuendo, alcohol consumption

wc 713

it was saturday evening, and sunghoon was going out for drinks with jay and jake. as your boyfriend busied himself with getting ready, you watched from the bed, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest.

‘where are you going again?’ you asked him quietly.

‘oh, just the pub down on the corner as you turn left from the station, same as last time.’ sunghoon gave his reply as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, checking himself in the full length mirror. he straightened his jacket a little. ‘why d’you ask?’

‘those girls are going to be there again, aren’t they?’ you mumbled into your pillow, your mind wandering back to the last pub outing the boys had gone on the weekend prior.

jay and sunghoon had had to carry jake all the way back to yours after he’d had considerably too much to drink, and you had agreed to let him crash on the sofa. you’d been struggling to get what jake said that night out of your head all week.

‘you were definitely their favourite of the three of us ssunghoon,’ he’d grinned like a madman as his friends let him down onto the sofa. ‘ “oh sunghooon, hoonie darling, which one of us are you going to take home tonight?” ’ he crooned mockingly, slurring his words and making some rather inappropriate gestures with his hands.

‘he has a girlfriend, idiot,’ jay chided his drunken friend. ‘more than can be said for you.’ jake ignored him and said nothing, continuing to grin ear-to-ear sat slouched on the sofa, until he spotted you standing in the doorway, and leaned forwards to speak eagerly.

‘oh y/n! you know something, your man is very popular. it’s probably because he’s just “such a great kisser” apparently, you should keep an eye on him, becaus-’

jay shoved his friend down firmly by the shoulders, forcing him to lie down. ‘ok goodnight now jake, shut up til you’ve sobered up. you’re being a bad guest.’ jake giggled and mumbled incoherently into the sofa cushion.

sunghoon caught your eye as you left the room to see jay out. you hadn’t really been sure what the look in his eyes had meant. ‘i’m sorry’ ? if so, then sorry for what?

now, in the bedroom mirror, sunghoon caught your eye again, noticing you staring at him. he paused what he was doing momentarily. ‘yeah, maybe. maybe not. can’t say it makes much difference to me.’

‘did you kiss someone?’ you blurted out, much more abruptly than you’d meant to. ‘someone else, i mean.’

sunghoon stopped what he was doing completely and stared at you incredulously. ‘what? jesus no. you think i’d do that?’

you gave a small sigh. ‘no, i- i’m sorry.’ you bit your lip, fiddling with the edge of the pillowcase. ‘it’s just… i’m sorry but look at you hoon. you’re literally perfect. and i’m… gross.’ you kept your eyes glued on the pillow, not daring to meet his eyes.

sunghoon’s gaze softened, and he made his way over to you on the bed.

‘angel,’ he started gently, sitting down next to you. ‘you’re absolutely gorgeous. you’re perfect.’

you scoffed lightly. ‘not next to you.’

suddenly and without warning, sunghoon grabbed the pillow from you and tossed it aside, leaning right into you in its place. especially next to me, angel,’ he breathed.

you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise at his closeness. his eyes flickered down to your lips and hovered there. ‘you always deserve to feel beautiful.’ with that his lips were crashing down onto yours. the force of the kiss knocked you back on the bed, so that now he was leaning down over you, the way he moved with you impassioned and urgent; verging on desperate. his hands found yours, and he interlaced your fingers.

when you pulled away finally, you were gasping in air. sunghoon lingered over you, his breaths ragged. ‘you’re unreal, love. i can’t believe i get to call you mine,’ he planted a kiss softly on the top of your head. ‘just promise me you’re not going to think like that from now on.’

your cheeks flushed and you nodded, giving him a small smile, and before you knew it his lips were on yours once more.

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[maineventbts]

The Boy Is Mine

pairing: jey uso x oc

word count: 2.1k

warnings: cursing , some innuendoes at the end , that’s pretty much it.

note: i haven’t written anything in a while , im just testing the waters. pls be kind <3

It was Monday, meaning you were walking into the arena for tonight's show. Typically, you enjoyed coming to work; you had the best job in the world. However, this was the last place you wanted to be today. Your silver suitcase was rolling behind you as your best friend power walked to keep up with your quick strides. Your goal was to reach your destination as quickly as possible, avoiding as much contact as you could. You greeted some staff and fellow coworkers before rushing into the female locker room. Holding the door open for your friend, as she gives you a side eye on her way into the room. "What is wrong with you? You need to slow the fuck down," Nia said with her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.

You refused to tell her the reason for your speed walking into the arena. In your mind, the reasoning made you sound like a high schooler, and you were grown as hell. You and your longtime friend, who happens to be Nia's cousin, were going through a rough patch. You and Josh were not just typical friends; you were practically in love with each other. You couldn't get enough of each other from the day you first met. Sitting together in catering, riding to shows together, even having him hold your purse sometimes. You two even shared many steamy moments in private. No one ever questioned your closeness until a new person was added to the mix. Newer talent, Nikita, the Bane of your existence. Because you and Josh were not an official item, he was fair game for anyone. However, you were ready to go to bat for that man, like he put a ring on your finger.

"Hello? Girl, you almost killed me; this better not be about Josh again." Nia shakes your shoulders, pulling you from your daze. You playfully smack her hands off of your body, "my bad, I'm just a little tired today." Not believing your excuse, Nia opens her mouth, preparing to remind you of your busy day. "And I know we have a tag match tonight, I'll be focused," you beat her to the punch.

After setting up your space in the locker room, you and some of the other women head to catering. You've only had a matcha latte today, and if you didn't eat anything soon, your body would give up. Thankfully, there is always a diverse spread of delicious food, so you never have to worry about going hungry. You grab a Gatorade and pack your plate with three tacos and rice. As soon as you sit down with Nia and Naomi, you notice Naomi's continuous glances at you. "Yes, Naomi," you say, already knowing what was about to come next.

"Why are you ignoring that man," referring to her brother-in-law, Josh. Unsurprisingly, he told his twin brother Jon, who definitely told Trinity. You poke at the food on your plate before looking up at the girls, "I'm not ignoring hi-," Trinity put her hand up, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit you were about to spew. "I literally watch you speed walk past him at every show. And he won't stop calling me and Jon to see what's wrong with you." It was obvious that Trinity wanted to help you both, but you wanted to avoid being lectured by your friends. "He out here entertaining other bitches, what am I supposed to do," your words came out in a whisper in an attempt to keep your fellow workers out of your business.

You’ve been talking about Josh too much because he comes around the corner like Beetlejuice. In an instant, your head is down, and you begin eating your food, praying that he'll ignore you. His eyes are on you instantly, but to your surprise, he doesn't approach you. Instead, he sits down with Xavier and Kofi, at the table beside you. Your back was toward him, but Nia's constant looks in his direction weren't helping your paranoia. "Stop looking over there," you mouth to her, causing her to look down at her plate.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, Bane arrives here to ruin your day. "What up Nikita," you hear Xavier greet the girl, who takes a seat at their table. Your jaw tightens, and your grip on your fork is deadly. Her presence makes you want to flip every table in the room and slap the taste out of her mouth. "I'm liking the little blue in the back, Josh; did you just dye it?" just the sound of her voice raises your body temperature. Smoke is practically barreling out of your ears as you try to remain calm. His hair color is none of her business, and why didn't he tell you about it? Your mind is racing so fast that you don't notice Trinity and Nia's concerned facial expressions. If you didn't leave this table now, Nikita would be laid out on it. Gathering your trash and personal items, you get up from the table and get away from catering as quick as possible. Little did you know, Joshua was staring at you the entire time with puppy dog eyes, praying that you'd look his way.

Back in the locker room, you begin to prep for your match. Earbuds snug in your ears as you riffle through your suitcase, trying to find the best gear to wear. After a swift search, you pull out one of your strategically distressed t-shirts, trunks, and kickpads. You change in one of the stalls and throw on your black boots. "You want to look like me so bad," Nia lets out a laugh as you both come out of the stalls wearing the same colors. The show had already started, and it was time for you two to get in the makeup chair.

"Do you want to go with a neutral type of look tonight," Melinda, one of the makeup artist, always asked what you wanted before she worked her magic. You went with the neutrals, and so did Nia. You and the girls are enjoying small talk as she puts the finishing touches on your face. "Y/N," your body instantly tensed up, and you refused to look away from the girl in front of you. Nia instantly looked away and continued to chat with the other girls. "Girl, i know you did not," you mutter, shocked that she'd leave you to deal with this alone.

"Yes, Josh," you fight the urge to face him, trying to stay strong. If you looked that man in the eyes, you just might let everything go and fold. "Can we go somewhere and talk," he moves to stand before you, not allowing you to avoid him any longer. "I'm getting my makeup done," you quickly respond, hoping to excuse yourself from the situation. "Actually, you're all done now," Melinda pats your shoulder as she ushers you to get out of the chair. Your eyes widen as you've just been thrown to a wolf by your favorite makeup artist. You thank the woman, realizing that you can't hide anymore. "Come on," you tilt your head towards the far end of the hall, which happens to be empty.

"Why you ignoring me," Joshua jumps straight to the point, looking down on you. His body looks tense as he folds his hands in front of him. It was beyond evident that he was just as nervous as you were, if not more. "We been friends for years, you know you my girl," you could hear the hurt in his voice, and it completely shattered your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt Josh, but you were hurting too. "If I'm your girl, why are you flirting with other bitches? It's supposed to be me and you, Joshua; this is not a group thing." You could hardly hold eye contact with him anymore; his eyes looked angry and apologetic, while you looked like you were about to burst into tears.

He cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Ain't nobody flirting with nobody. She just follows me and the guys around sometimes, you need to stop trippin-"you smack his hand away from your face. How dare he accuse you of being dramatic. "I need to stop trippin? You won't even let Dolph sit next to me anymore. Anybody gets friendly with me, and you get upset, but I can't be mad at you for getting fresh with someone that ain't me," no longer were you scared to look at him; you were practically fuming. Head cocked to the side with your arms crossed over your chest, "you're so fucking backwards, Josh. If you wanna flirt with other people, if you want to fuck with other people, go ahead!" The two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what even happened. He clenched his jaw, as you tried your best to hold back the flood that was ready to fall from your eyes.

"Fuck you, Josh. I'm so fucking done with you," you turn away from him, not wanting to waste any more of your time on someone who wasn't truly committed to you. Head hanging low as you speed past everyone in the hall. Joshua watches you walk away from him, knowing that you need some time to cool off. Though you might not understand now, he loves you more than anything else in this world, and he wouldn't let you walk out of his life that easily.

The rest of your evening was bearable. You won your tag match with Nia but had to go up against the one person you wanted to strangle. Luckily for you, Josh was nowhere to be found; now it was time to get the hell out of there before he magically appeared again. You and Nia were outside, waiting for Saraya to bring the car around. Sitting on your suitcase with your earbuds in, this was the most peace you had gotten all day.

As Saraya pulls up in front of you, a hand drapes over your shoulder. You recognized that soft yet heavy hand anywhere. "What do you want Josh," your words come out very monotonous as you pull the earbuds from your ears. "You riding with me tonight," his words sounding more like a statement than a question. You shrug his hand off of your shoulder before rising from your seat. "No, I'm going with the girls to-” before you could finish your sentence, Joshua is holding your suitcase along with his, "you gon' stop running from me. You know just how much I love you, even though we haven't made anything official, I've made it more than clear that you my number one." Before you can get a word out, he continues, "I shouldn't have let her get that close to me; that's my fault entirely. But never once did I feed into her advances or little flirtatious behavior. I'm not checking for anybody that's not you, ma," with every word he says, you feel your face get hotter. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but you didn’t think that he’d profess his love for you outside the arena.

"I know we ain't made nothing official or anything, but I wanna change that. I don't want no one thinking they got a chance with you, and I know you don't want that either." Joshua advances towards you, letting go of the suitcase handles. Hands slowly wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his body, "be my girl, officially." You couldn’t resist it anymore, the last thing you wanted was to keep fighting with Josh. Your hand comes up to the back of his head, strands of his blue hair through your fingers, "I'd like that very much," your words come out softly as you feel your face burning. His eyes were scanning all over your body like this was the first time he’s ever seen you. You couldn’t lie, you did get some new braids in and did your makeup a bit different lately, hoping he would notice. He wasn’t the only one staring, you found yourself drooling over his tattooed arms and the shine from his grill. It’s been a minute since y’all got together and you needed him now.

"Kiss her! Be a man," you hear Saraya and Nia yelling from the car, you completely forgot that they were waiting on you. Leaning down, Joshua carefully places his lips against yours. Wasting no time, you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your nails are softly combing through his hair as his hands start to roam your body. You hear squeals in the background before slowly pulling away from his lips. Gloss slightly smudged on your face and on his lips. Your mouth curves into a smile before you turn your attention to your friends. "I'll see y'all in the next town," you raise your middle finger at the pair before gathering your items to leave with your new man.

"You gon' apologize for ignoring me all this time," he looks over at you, licking his lips as you help him load up the rental. Already knowing what kind of apology he wanted, you shake your head, "nah, I've been under so much emotional stress lately. I think you owe me an apology, maybe even two," you giggle as he closes the trunk. "I’ma give you whatever you want baby," he says, hand smacking your ass before you walk over to the passenger door.

[truefandemonium]

Heyy there! I was so happy the moment I saw you accept requests for King 🥹

Can I ask for a fic where King is jealous bc of Candie? Django notices this and tries to calm down King, which was useless. Later on, reader (fem or gn pls) notices King is a bit distant and ignoring her, so she confronts him and he accidentally admits his feelings (King and Reader had just a few intimate moments before, but nothing serious bc King have said it was dangerous). Fluff and Angst maybe? 🥺

I hope you like my request, tysm! 🤗✨

Thank you SO MUCH for requesting this!! I absolutely love the idea and writing Jealous King was fun! (As my first fic in the fandom, I hope he’s not OOC!)

I took some creative liberties with the canon plot to fit this prompt, but I hope you enjoy! 😍

Dr. King Schultz xFem!Reader

Mature. Tags: angst, fluff, jealousy, possessive!King, mentions of slavery, innuendo, implied sexual content, strong language

3,884 words

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King had hardly been able to stop ordering you and Django around since getting onto the road that would eventually take you straight to CandieLand. “And make sure you do not make him angry,” he tells you. “I have heard from good sources that Mister Candie is not exactly what you’d call reasonable.”

“So, be a pushover, then?” you ask curiously, but genuine. You’re willing to do whatever you need to in order to save Django’s wife, and if that means pretending to laugh at a madman’s jokes and not smile at his slaves, so be it.

“Not in your wheelhouse, my dear, I know,” King says regretfully, glancing sideways at you on Django’s horse while he controls Fritz’s reins from the wagon. You used to argue with him about sitting on the stagecoach with him, but King had insisted that if a fight broke out, he would want you to be on Django’s horse to make a quick getaway if need be.

So here you sit, arms wrapped around Django’s waist as you stare longingly at the man across from you on the wagon. You shut your eyes for a moment and lean forward, laying your head against Django’s back and pretending it’s King’s warmth that you’re feeling now.

“Getting cozy, huh?” the man in front of you grunts, and you quickly pull back, sitting upright just as King glances sideways again and notices your rosy cheeks.

King smiles softly in your direction. “Frauline, if you are needing rest, I can request a room for you upon arrival…”

“No, no,” you shake your head, “I just— I would rather stay with you both.”

King nods, understandingly, while Django mutters, “Suit your damn self.”

The rest of the ride is relatively silent, besides the short huffs and whinnies from Fritz before the three of you arrive at the grand entrance of CandieLand.

You watch with a deep rooted pain in your chest as you roll past fields, seeing the slaves that fill the place. Righteous anger fills you— the need for justice overwhelming. But you remember that you’re on a mission, here. You’re saving Broomhilda.

The wagon rolls to a stop at a lofty porch, with stairs leading down to the dirt path you’re on now, and King waves, beckoning over a slave to discuss the reason for his arrival.

Soon, the head honcho of this place— Monsieur Candie —is chatting with King and discussing business.

You shiver as King eventually introduces you, and Candie’s eyes rake over your form atop the horse, half hidden behind Django’s body.

“Well, nice of you to bring such a fine young lady along with yourself, Dr. Schultz,” Candie muses, his brows raised as he runs his tongue along his teeth.

You feel sick with his eyes on you— feeling like a sheep laid bare for the wolf to devour. But you remember what King said and instead just smile politely, dipping your head as a shameful blush floods your face.

King chuckles nervously and looks back at you. “Yes, she is quite a help in the cooking department. I, myself, am not much of a chef.” You can see the way his green eyes fill with roiling emotions, the way he’s hardly managing to stay cheery. “We keep her around as a sort of maid,” he adds, and you have to stifle an eye roll at the absurdity. He’s not entirely wrong, but you know you contribute much more to the team than washing laundry and dishes in rivers as you pass them.

Candie nods, sucking his teeth. “Yeah? She good for anything else?”

You feel your face fill with heat once more as King makes a sharp noise in the back of his throat. You feel Django tense in front of you, one arm still looped carefully around his middle, and suddenly you realize that King is struggling for words. Struggling to stay calm.

Django saves him with a quick quip, “Shovelin’ horseshit.”

King whips his head to stare at his counterpart as Candie lets out a loud laugh. “Oh, I see! She’s not one to lie on her back, then? No matter, I’m sure we can accommodate you fine gentlemen if’n you feel the need for a little roughhousin’ later on tonight.” He punctuates his words with a sickening grin, and King forces his gaze back toward the man, plastering a smile onto his bearded face.

“Excellent,” King agrees.

“In fact, Dr— you said you speak German?” Candie continues. “We got a little comfort gal that could take care of you this evening. She even speaks a little German, the devil. Tilly!” He beckons over a female slave and leans down to mutter, “Where is Hildy?”

The girl wrinkles her nose and points to a metal box lying out in the far field, baking in the sunlight. “She got put in the hotbox, monseuir. She bein’ bad again, and runned off.”

Candie curses and glances up in embarrassment, ordering the girl, “Well, get her the hell out and get her cleaned up for my guests.”

You feel Django shift, his hand coming to rest on the gun at his hip as you squeeze his shoulder worriedly.

But before he can shoot, Candie is beckoning you all inside, and sending people to take the horses back to the stables. King hurries over to the side of Django’s horse and reaches up to help you down, his hands firmly planted on your waist as he lowers you to the ground. You feel him hesitate there for a moment, his fingers hovering over your body, your hands on his shoulders— faces mere inches apart.

Then he pulls back and theatrically beckons you to follow, rushing after Candie and diving into the false pleasantries between them. Django gazes out at the field as you watch a naked woman get picked up from inside the metal prison and placed in a wheelbarrow to be hauled inside. Her cries of pain echo toward your ears and you nudge Django’s elbow gently to break him out of his horrified staring.

The two of you follow King and Candie inside, ignoring the odd looks from strangers as you walk through the grand arched entrance and into a large living room.

Candie reclines in a large chair, offering King a cigar as they sit and open a jar of whiskey. Django stands in the corner, arms crossed as he watches Candie with an untrusting gaze.

You, too, remain standing, unsure of exactly where to sit— until Candie spots you and shoots you a wide grin, lighting up his cigar with a match. “No place to rest your feet, darlin’?” he asks you. You start to stammer a reply before he waves you to silence and flicks his fingers for you to approach.

“Come on,” he insists, reaching out and snatching the cloth of your dress in his fist to tug you onto the arm of his chair. You make a small sound at the sudden movement, arms wrapping around his shoulders for balance as he chuckles. “Well, Dr. Schultz, if you ever did get bored enough to bend your maid over, she sure does make pretty little noises.” He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you balance on the arm of his chair.

“Mm.” King’s eyes flash with a dull fury, his fingers tightening until he’s white-knuckling his smoking cigar. “Indeed,” he mutters with barely restrained disdain.

You remind yourself to stay polite despite the way that you want to smack Candie across the face and knock that smug smile off his chapped lips, recalling this is for Django. You’re going to save Broomhilda, and you won’t let this man’s disgusting display scare you off.

So you smile down at him, letting your hand plant on his collar, fiddling gently with the cloth between your fingers as he speaks with King and Django.

You pretend to not care that his grip on you makes your stomach turn uncomfortably, or that he smells of smoke and whiskey in all the worst ways. Instead, you distract yourself with stealing glances at King— a sigh working its way out of your chest at the sight of him. He’s so perfect— so wonderful. The way his green eyes sparkle in the firelight, his greying beard so perfectly framing his soft, crooked lips. The curl of his salt and pepper hair that falls around his ears to meet his sharp jaw.

“Poor bitch must be exhausted, she can’t even hear me,” Candie chuckles suddenly, and you whirl to look down at him.

“Oh— huh? I’m sorry, sir—” you start to say, panic filling your chest.

“I asked if you’re hungry, sugar,” he says, his tone slimy and low. You repress a shudder and force a smile onto your face.

“Oh, I could eat,” you tell him.

Candie chuckles wickedly, smirking in King’s direction. “Y’hear that, Dr? She’s a girl with an appetite.”

You burn at the implications of his words, giggling in lieu of calling him a bastard right to his smirking face.

You glance back to see King staring with a furrowed brow at you, eyes flicking between your falsely glad face and Candie’s, something dangerous flickering deep in his green gaze.

“Why don’t you three go get cleaned up for dinner, huh?” Candie then ushers you up off the chair arm, smacking your backside flirtatiously as he does so. You playfully wave him away, feeling close to throwing up. You wish King would do something– anything– to show Candie that you were his. But of course, nothing between you was official anyway, even if it wasn’t terribly dangerous to defy Candie in his own home. But you and King had kissed, once. After a particularly long day, Django and King had killed four men and had their corpses lying in the dark shadows beyond your makeshift camp in the desert, a roaring fire before you as the three of you downed bottle after bottle of watery beer in celebration.

Maybe being drunk had something to do with it, maybe because the tension between you both had grown too strong, but whatever it was compelled you to kiss him that night. You simply pulled him in by his collar and pressed your virgin lips to his, relishing in the woody way he smelled, and the rich taste of him. And it was wonderful.

You wished that the kiss would change things, perhaps solidify what you thought you had going between you, but alas, nothing more ever came of it. The two of you were still close– even romantically so, at times. But King never let you get too close. Why, you couldn’t say. You wish you could ask him, but your fear of losing his friendship remained stronger than your curiosity.

Candie instructs a servant to lead you up the stairs and to the empty rooms down the hall, and you follow in silence, looking expectantly toward King, hoping for a reassuring look of kindness or concern. But to your dismay, he seems to be avoiding your gaze, all the way until he reaches his offered room, and goes inside without so much as a glance in your direction.

You look to Django, who’s still in the hall with you, confusedly, hoping he has an answer to why on earth King is suddenly distant.

He simply shrugs, heading into his own room and leaving you alone to ponder the sudden sadness creeping into your chest.

When you finish washing up, a servant girl brings you a dress to wear, a gift from Candie, and you put it on, returning to the hall as soon as possible in order to visit King’s room. You rap on his door and wait for the muffled, “Komm herein– come in.”

He turns, fixing his collar distractedly until he sees you, and his throat bobs hard, eyes growing wide. He slams a wall down over his features so that his expression becomes unreadable, and hurriedly finishes with his collar before retrieving his coat and pulling it on. “Ah, frauline. Everything is fine, I hope?” he asks brusquely.

You look at him longingly, confused and hurt by his sudden coolness toward you. “King, is everything alright? Did I– Did I do something to upset you–?”

“I am quite well, Ms. L/N, thank you,” he says, turning toward the mirror above the empty dresser and fixing his grey locks, brows drawn over his darkened eyes.

You wince, feeling as though you’ve been struck. “‘Ms. L/N’? King– what is the matter with you? Please, if you’re mad at me, just say so–”

“Dinner is ready,” a servant tells you from just outside in the hall, startling both you and King into whipping your heads toward the open door. King smiles fakely, ducking his head.

“Ah, thank you very much,” he says, adjusting his coat once more before waltzing past you and out the door to return downstairs. You watch with swelling pain as he walks away without another word.

Dinner doesn’t go much better, King visibly pouting throughout the meal. You play along with Candie, reciprocating his lewd gestures, lingering touches, and laughing at all his dirty jokes. Your attempt at buttering him up seems to work, however, as he is incredibly calm at the prospect of King buying Broomhilda for a small sum.

“Well, I will be sure to send her up to your room tonight, then, doctor,” Candie winks in your friend’s direction, his hand flat on your thigh under the table as you try to remain calm and chew your food without choking.

King smiles again, and you begin to miss his real smile, the way his white teeth flash behind his mustache. “Thank you immensely, Monsieur Candie.”

“I do believe I could use some rest,” you say suddenly, pushing up from the table and glancing at King to see if he reacts. You feel the sting of rejection as he turns his eyes downward to his plate.

“I could walk you,” Candie offers, standing alongside you with a wolfish grin.

King stands, too, now, his eyes fiery. He opens his mouth to speak, and Django quickly straightens, grabbing King’s sleeve. “Mister Candie, my partner wanted to discuss the Mandingo fighter— Big Fred —we’ll be right back.”

With that, he drags King out the side door by his arm, and you mutter an excuse to Candie before following. He watches with narrowed gaze as you round the corner and hear the two men whispering in the hall.

“You need to calm the hell down,” Django whispers in a low tone.

King hisses, his accent more pronounced as he grows angrier. “Do you see that? I am this close to putting a bullet in his brain—”

“Y/N is not bothered, King,” Django says so softly you have to strain to hear.

A small sigh, and then, “That is what worries me.”

You jump on shock as Candie appears behind you, loudly asking, “Everything alright back here?”

King returns from the hall, grinning again. He claps his hands. “Peachy, Monsieur Candie. But as a matter of fact, we have all had a pretty long day and some rest would be most welcome.”

“Course! Make yourselves at home,” Candie assures you. He adds with a wink in King’s direction, “And I’ll send Hildy up to your room a little later.”

Django’s eyes flash hopefully. “Wonderful,” King says.

“Behave yourself until then,” Candie reminds him, fiddling with the cloth of your dress for a moment as he murmurs, “And you too. Ask Tilly where to find me if’n you get lonely, hear?”

You nod politely, counting the seconds until you can escape his gaze. “Yessir.”

He smiles. “Good girl.” The man ushers you all toward the end of the hall, leading to the staircase, and bids you goodnight. “Git, now. We can discuss further business in the morning.”

You curtsy before following the men upstairs and to your vacant rooms, heart pounding fearfully. Candie makes your chest squeeze uncomfortably— like the feeling you get when you know you’re about to get hurt, you just don’t know how.

You hesitate to follow King to his room, seeing him slam his door and taking that as a sign not to bother him. But the pain at wanting to be close to him refuses to leave. Do you quickly undress, pulling on a lacy nightgown and slipping back into the hall after the rest of the house has quieted.

You knock gently on his door, waiting for his reply, but instead of his usual German quip, he calls, “Just a moment!”

You hear the soft steps as he comes to greet you, the creak of the door as it opens and suddenly you’re face to face. His eyes light up, at first, before he furrows his brow and seems to grow distant again. “Frauline,” he whispers. “Is everything alright?”

“No,” you tell him, pain at his harsh attitude making your heart ache. “Please— I need to talk with you.”

“Can this wait until we leave tomorrow? Broomhilda will be up any minute—”

“No!” you hiss, startling him. His green eyes grow wide as you push against the door and close the space between you. King inhales sharply, stepping back to allow you to breach further into his room, and you shut the door quickly behind you. “King,” you start, the need to be with him beginning to be overwhelming, “I don’t understand why you’re treating me like this, but you need to tell me what’s wrong. What can I do?”

“Nothing is wrong,” he lies, avoiding your gaze as he walks to the bed and runs his hands through his hair in a panic. You watch the flex of his muscles beneath his starch white shirt, suspenders pulling taught over his shoulders.

“King, if this is about Candie—”

“I do not care how you choose to conduct yourself,” he bites back, speaking over you. His tone is clipped as he talks over his shoulder, still refusing to face you head-on. “If you misread my concern for romantic interest, I apologize.”

“But… isn’t it?” you ask softly, feeling as though your heart might truly shatter in this moment.

King still won’t face you, his head turned slightly so you can see the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his eyes cast downward as he struggles for words. “I have lost people, dear Y/N. I have loved, and lost, and I have never learned from my mistakes until now.”

Finally, he turns, and you can see the tears brimming in his eyes, and your heart wrenches.

“I don’t know how I came to be so graced as to bask in your presence on the daily, frauline, but believe me when I say that if anything happened to you because of my recklessness, I would never forgive myself…” His words cut like a knife, simultaneously stoking the fire that burns deep in your gut. His voice breaks as he grinds out, “I don’t believe I would like to keep living if you were not.”

“Oh, King,” you cry, pressing a hand to your mouth to stifle your tears.

He shifts and you close the space between you with a few short leaps, falling against his front and wrapping your arms around him. King hesitates only momentarily before folding his own arms over you, resting his chin atop your head as you whimper gently into his chest.

“You know I’m only playing along so we can save Broomhilda, right?” you whisper once you’ve caught your breath. King pulls back slightly to look you in the face, his expression cloudy with confusion.

“You mean…?”

You laugh gently, sniffling. “King— he’s an absolutely deplorable man. I think less of him than anyone I’ve ever met.”

You can feel the relief enter King’s body at your words, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “Liebling, forgive me… I have never been a patient man.” He chuckles abashedly, and you reach up to cup his jaw in your palm, reveling in the way he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You don’t have to be patient anymore,” you tell him. “I’ve been waiting for you— for this. I want you, Dr. King Schultz.” His name on your tongue tastes like the sweetest honey, and you find yourself smiling as you stare at him.

“My dear,” he says, his tone strained as if he’s hardly containing himself. His hand comes up to encircle your wrist but doesn’t pull your fingers from where they’re buried in his beard. “You have no idea how much I have longed to hear those words on your lips.” His eyes flash painfully. “But I could not bear to let you get hurt.”

“I won’t,” you promise him, desperation leaking into your voice. “I swear it. I’d rather spend a short time as your woman than a long life without being in your arms.”

King’s mouth falls open as he croaks, “Honest?”

You smile again, tears filling your eyes. “Honest as the day is long, King.”

He gazes fondly at you, his grey hair framing his aged face, and you find yourself aching for a kiss. You cautiously let your hand travel down to his collar and King seems to get the idea, his eyes brightening with realization as a smile crawls onto his lips.

You press further against his front and his hand comes to rest at the small of your back, holding you gently but firmly and flush against his middle as you crane your neck to look up at him.

King pushes a strand of hair from your face before gently holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leaning down to place his lips to yours.

You instantly let out a soft moan of affection, deeply inhaling the scent of bonfire smoke, pine trees, and old beer. Beneath that: the musk that always reminds you of King, manly and sharp and sweet, somehow. His lips work against yours as you melt into his touch, the kiss deepening until you swear you’ll never stop tasting him.

King’s hands find your waist and he grips you, his hold almost possessive as if he’s afraid of losing you. You pull back to breathe and see King’s pupils are blown wide with want, his hair mussed from your wandering hands, his lips already red from your assault.

You smile at the sight of him so undone, and you start taking steps forward, urging him backward and toward the bed. King gasps as you push him fully onto his back, climbing atop him and leaning in to plant kisses all along his neck.

He pants gently, his hands now shaky as they hover over your hips, nervousness obvious in his sudden tension. “My dear,” he tells you, his voice breathy and worked up. “Broomhilda will be up here any moment, I will need to be presentable.”

“Tomorrow then?” you murmur, loving the feeling of his soft lips beneath your own. “Promise me.”

“Tomorrow,” he yields, grunting gently into your mouth as you press him deep into the mattress with a kiss. He grins as you pull back, gasping for air. King promises, “And every day after that.”

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[maxislvt]

pls tell us more about omega!wanda x beta!nat x alpha!reader 👁👁

warnings: amab!reader (no gendered terms), smut, omegaverse, sub!reader, dom! WandaNat, pegging, voyeurism, collaring, mating claims, breeding kinks, spanking, threesomes

i said I was gonna sleep but that's nawt happening so uhhh here!

okay so similar dynamic to my usual omega!wanda fics. You're rather soft and sappy for an alpha. since you face a lot of bullying for it, you hide your identity at work and don't really pursue a relationship because you've always been told that no omega would want an alpha like you.

for this I'd like to think Wanda and Natasha are a match made in hell. they're not dating each other yet. they have feelings for each other but both of them are really dominant and lack interest in being submissive so they're hesitant to commit

They both have their eyes on you before they even figure out you're an alpha. at first it's like a game for them. the first one to take you out on a date gets to do all the nasty and inappropriate things they want to you and tease the other for not getting you first!!

however that goes out the window really fast because they realize you're really bashful and it's just too cute to keep from the other. also you tend to turn and run the second you think you'll be alone with one of them for even a second.

Wanda is subtle. the way she touches you seems so innocent and kind that you almost ignore how close she is to your crotch. You usually don't catch on to her innuendos until much later into the conversation. She never forces you to stay but something is always compelling you to stay put and listen

Natasha on the other hand is very bold and doesn't hold back. sometimes you're literally pinned down and forced to deal with all her perverted comments. you couldn't run away even if you wanted to. her intentions are very explicit and there's little room for what she wants to do with you

it only gets worse when they find out you are an alpha. mainly because their nasty little fantasies can get really explicit now but also because they know exactly how to tease you. they never push too hard, but just enough to get you worked up

you don't know that they know but after falling victim to their coordinated attempts at courting, you assumed that they guessed incorrectly about what rank you are. in an attempt to have some peace, you make this grand reveal to them and they're so unphased. in fact, they're more focused on how good your scent is more than anything.

one thing leads to another and suddenly you're sandwiched between the two of them and fucked out of your mind. they don't even let you put up another act about how alphas should behave and keep you spoiled in bed all day until you stop pouting and promise to give them a fair chance

they do make an effort to take you on nice dates and buy you actual courting gifts. they're really expensive and have a lot of thought put into them. some of them are literally just sex toys they wanna use on you at a later date. like the first thing they buy you is a vibrator and lube. the hope was that you'd be curious but too inexperienced to do it on your own and come running to them

they're very horny romantics. so their claim bites on are either layered on top of each other to make a heart or symmetrical somewhere on your body. the choice is yours but I think it'd be the same way on all three of you.

anyways, you guys are a very practical pack I feel. the three of you would love to have everything be matching and constantly do cuddle piles but it doesn't always get to happen. sometimes it's as simple as one of you is on a mission and can't do the cuddle pile. other times it's the simple fact that Wanda likes to wear pajama pants, you only sleep in shorts, and nat typically goes without pants when sleeping.

and I think that practically carries over into sex as well. in my mind Wanda and Nat are a complementary pair. Wanda is soft and Natasha is strict. That isn't to say they can't come together and spoil or tease you though.

if it's just you and nat or you and Wanda, the whole scene was likely recorded and there's a million photos of how you looked.

Wanda prefers to get you really deep into subspace and wait until you're practically leaking through your underwear before stripping you naked and filling your ass to the brim. she'll let you cum as much as you want so long as you're good and let her have fun too

Natasha likes to tease. She'll edge you for hours before she even thinks about pegging you. Nat is not above spanking you just for fun! After she's marked up your skin and left you a sticky mess, she'll spank your ass bright red until you have a hand print

80% of the time they top you together is to spoil you. it doesn't have to be a special event, but they like making you feel good together and watching you make a mess of yourself. they'll stretch your ass out with both of their straps and go for as long as they can.

The other 20% is always a punishment and not even Wanda's pampering nature can save you. If you break their rules, then you have to suffer the consequences. Since Natasha is a sadist and spanks you all the time, they get a little more creative. They fuck each other right in front of you and make you edge yourself with a simple fleshlight.

The only time they let your top is if you're in a rut and that doesn't mean you're not subbing. most of the time, you're breeding Wanda while Natasha is controlling your hips and keeping you in check via a collar.

Natasha likes to watch while you and Wanda fuck out your cycles. Maybe she'll ride you during rut if she's really horny and wants to be knotted but she prefers to watch you try and act all dominant and tough sometimes.

also their straps are enchanted and they love fucking your face. Natasha likes actually fucking your throat but Wanda just thinks you look absolutely adorable on your knees and desperate to please her.

the aftercare is always wonderful. they follow a similar routine even if they're not fucking you together because it's tailored to what they think you need most after sex. cuddles and a bath are mandatory, even if Wanda has to drag you to the bathroom with her magic. if they've tipped you together, they prefer you just go right into taking a nap but they will let you watch TV or play a videogame if they weren't too rough.

honestly they seem like the type to not even consider sex if they know you haven't eaten anything, but they still keep a few in the mini fridge just in case you need something.

[hp-hcs]

That picture of Mattheo on a post you reblogged recently both makes me want to bite him (affectionately) and hug him very innocently. Mattheo x male asexual Reader would be very Self indulgent of me 🤭 so pls

i just want to lightly pat him on the head and put him in my pocket

self-discovery — manwhore! mattheo riddle x gn! asexual! reader

tws: lots of talk of (underage) sexual situations, sexual innuendos, sexual harassment(?), homeboy does not know how to take no for an answer

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“God, Riddle is so fucking attractive.”

You look up from your book, following your friend’s gaze. “I…guess?”

Mattheo was leaning in close to a Ravenclaw girl, talking to her in a low voice with a rather sly smile. She giggled and blushed, covering her mouth with her hand and fluttering her eyelashes.

“Ew.”

Your friend just sighed dreamily. “I wish he’d talk to me like that.”

“Ew.”

You watch as Mattheo takes the girl’s hand, leading her through the throng of people clogging up the common room to, presumably, the girl’s dorm.

You grimace and shake your head.

~~~ “…because I was- oh. Hello there, pretty thing.” Mattheo caught your eye as you squeezed past him, navigating the aisles of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

You spare him a glance, looking him up and down before rolling your eyes.

“Hey- now don’t be like that, love. What’s your name, darling?”

You ignore him, breezing past.

~~~ “Hey darling,” a voice calls, an arm suddenly being slung over your shoulders.

You startle, glancing over to see Mattheo Riddle.

“What do you want?”

“Ouch. Just wanted to say hi, no need to be rude, sweetheart,” he pouts, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist.

You stiffen, smacking his hand away. “Yeah. Just say hi. And then what, flutter your eyelashes and make me stumble and fall into your bed?”

You storm off, leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open.

~~~ “What’s up with Riddle?” Your friend asks. “He’s burning through boys and girls left and right. If he keeps this up, he’ll have hooked up with everyone our year by Yule.”

You grimace. “That’s so gross, dude.”

“I heard someone rejected him,” another friend of yours interjects, leaning over the table to talk in a conspiratorial whisper. “Can you imagine?”

“Not in the slightest,” you say dryly.

“Whoever turned Mattheo Riddle down must be blind or stupid, I swear,” your friend shakes their head. “Half of this school would kill for the chance to sleep with that fine specimen of man.”

You tune out their conversation, your eyes finding a Ravenclaw boy spotted with fresh hickeys following the man of the hour himself around like a lost dog. Mattheo ignores the boy, brushing him off with a sour look.

You tune back into the conversation just in time to catch one of your friends saying, “…he goes through partners like Hogwarts goes through DADA professors, I swear.”

~~~

“Oh c’mon, L/N. Won’t you just go on one date with me?” Mattheo trots after you, following you down the covered bridge.

“No. Stop asking,” you sigh. “This is the fourth time you’ve asked me this week, and it’s only Wednesday. Take. A. Hint.”

“You know, people practically throw themselves at me anyways,” he snaps suddenly. “It’s not like I need to chase you. I just want to.”

“Good for you then,” you retort. “At least you have other options for company rather than just your right hand, hm?”

He catches your wrist, pulling you to a stop. “C’mon, Y/N. I’m a nice guy, I swear. Give me one good reason why you won’t go out with me.”

“Cause you’re a fuckboy, and that’s not gonna work for me.”

“Are you calling me a manwhore?” He asks, pressing a hand to his chest in a mock-offended manner.

“Yes.”

“C’mon, why wouldn’t we work out? I might be a fuckboy, but I’m not unfaithful,” he raises his eyebrows. “You could have all of my fuckboy-ness to yourself.”

You scoff and curl your lip up in a sneer. “Oh my Merlin- Sir, I’m ace.”

He gives you a blank look. “Ace?”

“Asexual. I don’t like sex. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

Mattheo blinks. “That’s an option?”

“Yeah?”

He looks bewildered. “You can- you mean- what?”

“Just because you’ve fucked half the population of Britain-”

“I…” he trails off. “I- I have to go. Uh. Look some s-stuff up.”

You watch, baffled, as he turns around without a further word and hurried back towards the castle.

[zoeykallus]

hiii!! how r u doing? a small tbb request…..a hc where the reader discovers the batcher's weakness…..like tech is ticklish and teases them about it(the batcher and reader r friend who, u knoww, like eachother)….i mean if this request is weird then pls ignore it………also i lovee all ur tbb hcs<33

Aloha!

Such a nice idea! That's pretty sweet. But I have to admit, it wasn't easy to make up weaknesses like that to be exploitable in a sweet way. I mean, being ticklish is an easy one, but the rest...

Not sure if I nailed the assignment (guess not exactly), but I did something, and I think it's mostly kinda cute!

Sorry you had to wait so long for this one!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Cute Little Weakness

Fluff/Partly Suggestive

Hunter

It takes a while for you to realize it, but once you do, you notice it more and more. Hunter responds to your voice, specific pitches really get under his skin. When you talk to him softly, almost in a whisper, very gently, or when you giggle, laugh heartily.

One lovely evening, you approach him from behind. He already knows that you are there, you don't really sneak up on him, you know that he will notice you anyway, no matter if you try. Your goal is to get close to him, to look over his shoulder from behind while he sits there in the cockpit.

Your head is quite close to his. He pauses, turns his head slightly, and his eyes wander in your direction. As you say softly, in a low, slightly deeper tone, "What are you doing there?"

You can see his fine neck hairs stand up. He blinks as if he needs to reorient himself. Your voice creeps under his skin, gently tingling his nerve endings and triggering a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.

At first, he can't react at all, and you just smile knowingly as Hunter's eyes cautiously search your gaze. His smile is almost shy as he tells you, "Nothing special, why do you ask?"

"No reason, I'm just curious," you say in the same tone, and you can tell that these words, though simple, have the same effect.

Your hands gently rest on his shoulders, still looking sideways over his shoulder from behind, you say, "I discovered your secret, by the way," this time your voice has a hint of innuendo.

"You did?" he asks, startled.

Hunter's heart hammers nervously in his chest. He wonders if you've actually figured him out.

"You have a voice kink."

Hunter blinks several times.

"I have a what?"

"Certain pitches really get under your skin, don't they?"

Hunter takes a moment of mixed relief and nervousness. So you haven't figured out that he has a crush on you. But the fact that you noticed about the voice still makes him feel a little uneasy.

Hunter lets out a small, nervous chuckle.

"Oh, you noticed that?" he says with a wry smile.

Again, you adopt that one pitch and say softly, close to his ear, "Yes indeed, but don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Hunter's hands cling to the armrests of the chair, at the moment he's very glad that he didn't decide to leave out the cod piece today after all for the sake of convenience, otherwise you would notice something else entirely right now.

Echo

You discover his little weakness by accident. You catch Echo smelling your things, clothes but also cosmetic bottles like perfume or your beauty cream. It smells like you, and he has a weakness for that scent. He has spent his whole life among soldiers, often long periods in the field, and he is used to the smells of standard soap, disinfectants and the like. On bad days, it was dirt, sweat and other unpleasant smells.

But since you travel with the batch, there's a whole new scent in the room, one he can't get enough of, one that magically attracts him. Echo can't help it, as soon as no one is looking, he sniffs your pillow. In the bathroom, he secretly smells your body lotion and if you stand close enough to him, if you pay close attention, you see how he tries to inhale as deeply as possible without obviously sniffing you.

You've seen this a few times now, and this time when you're alone, you speak to him just as he thinks he's alone in the Marauder, with your pillow in his hand that he lifts to his nose.

"Echo?"

He makes a startled noise, it almost sounds like a little scream, and hastily tosses the pillow back into your bunk before quickly turning to you and staring at you out of wide eyes.

With a cheeky little smile, you ask him, "Wouldn't you rather smell the original?"

You can see he gulps, he thinks for a long moment, unsure if he should be direct, deny or rather take flight. His eyes bounce back and forth for a second, but finally he looks directly at you.

"Would you mind?" he asks more boldly than he feels.

With a shake of your head, you say, "No, I don't mind."

You walk up to him, he tilts his head in your direction and close to your neck he takes a deep breath, you stand so close you can feel the shiver going through his body.

You hear Echo whisper softly, "Oh dear maker."

Tech

When you first notice it, you think nothing of it. He's wearing his full gear underneath but only the top of his Blacks on his torso, it's a hot day. You work together in the cramped engine room and as you try to position yourself to reach the cable you're supposed to hold for him, your fingers graze his side.

Tech flinches and shudders. You think nothing of it, because Tech has always been a little squirmy at unexpected physical contact. Mumbling an apology, you continue to go about your work. But you notice it more and more often and actually Tech has no problem with it when you come closer, meanwhile he trusts you and the contact is no longer unpleasant for him, nevertheless it happens again and again that a touch makes him twitch and shudder. Then it becomes clear to you, Tech is ticklish.

The next time you're alone in the cramped engine room, you brush against him on purpose and get the same reaction, right after that you do it again. Your fingertips slide over both of his sides this time. Tech makes a startled noise and drops his tools.

With reddened cheeks, he stares at you, not sure if he should or wants to fight back. He squirms under your gentle fingers in the tight space between two machines, where you're so close you can feel each other's body heat and there's not really room to dodge.

"What are you doing?" he asks, startled.

"I'm tickling you," you say with a big smile.

He squirms and makes sounds that you haven't heard from him before. Finally, he hastily grabs your wrists and pulls your arms up, pressing them against the machine behind you.

Breathing heavily, he says, "Pretty naughty. Let's see if you're ticklish too."

It doesn't matter if you are really ticklish or not, Tech is sure to find a spot, and he will lovingly retaliate. I wouldn't be surprised if this way, maybe now or next time, your first kiss comes about.

Crosshair

He loves to watch you sleep. You don't know about it for a long time. He has a hidden, gentle side that comes out especially when he sees you sleeping soundly, when he hears the little sighs you sometimes let out, or the mumbled words when you talk in your sleep.

He looks at you dreamily when no one is watching him, smiles to himself, he doesn't know why, but whenever you sleep, and he can watch you without you catching him, he feels so close and intimate to you, and he likes that feeling.

An outsider might find that creepy, but nothing about what he is doing or feeling at that moment is really creepy. He would never touch you without conscious permission. He is a more physical guy, but at this moment he has no ulterior motives of that kind.

Crosshair just enjoys the quiet, the peace, your pretty face and the little, noises you make and enjoys the feeling of being close to you in this way. Hunter caught him doing this once and the two of them talked for quite a while about this strange behavior, you don't know anything about that though, at least nothing about their conversation.

After Crosshair explains himself, Hunter says directly, "If you want to be close to her, then maybe you should talk to her openly for once and not stalk her in her sleep."

"That's none of your business," the sniper grumbles.

Hunter shrugs, "It's just pretty cowardly, don't you think?"

Crosshair doesn't talk to Hunter for quite a while after this conversation. You don't know why, though. Finally, Hunter brings it to your attention that Crosshair is watching you while you sleep, and you get an idea.

You are alone with Crosshair on the Marauder, the others are in Cid's Bar. You pretend to be incredibly tired, lie down in your bunk, close your eyes and start listening while pretending to be asleep. After a while, you hear him come into the room quietly, you hear him sit down on the edge of his bunk, opposite yours. You know Crosshair is watching you now.

You gently squirm a little, as if you're dreaming, then whisper his name, as if you're saying it in a dream.

"Crosshair"

You can literally feel him holding his breath. You move a little, as if your dream is a little restless and intense, deliberately letting the blanket shift a little.

"Crosshair," it comes over your lips again, still as if in a trance, but this time with a slightly more urgent undertone.

You hear him move, you feel him standing right next to you, looking at you. He is undecided. He wonders if you are having a nightmare, and he should wake you up. But you keep playing the game, your hand moves under the covers, between your legs. He sees your hand move under the blanket and nervously tugs at his collar.

"Crosshair", this time the word is like a gentle sigh, a breath that comes over your slightly opened lips.

At the same moment, you feel that he is standing next to you and his head is above you. You open your eyes abruptly. Crosshair flinches, startles, and bumps his head on the bunk above yours.

He curses through clenched teeth, rubs the back of his head, and takes a step back, away from your bunk. With a sigh, he finally dares to look at you, and you grin cheekily at him.

"You haven't slept at all, have you?" he asks grumpily, still rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't be mad," you say with a little pout.

Crosshair sighs, then you see him smirk.

"Well, since you're awake, maybe we should make your dreams come true".

Wrecker

He likes to eat, we all know that. He's a big guy who consumes a lot of energy and is correspondingly hungry. What you didn't know until recently is that he steals your candy and other snacks.

Often you think that maybe you have forgotten that you have already consumed the things or that you have forgotten to get new ones. But at some point you realize that someone is stealing from you, so to speak. Of course, you also know that it can only be one of the guys, and you quickly know which one.

Setting a trap for the gentle, thieving giant, you put sweets in the communal cupboard, write your name on them as usual and hide yourself in a corner between two lockers.

You don't have to wait long, Wrecker shows up, after showering, he has the leg armor on but only a shirt on his torso and a towel is around his shoulder. He looks around for a moment, and you can see that he is about to do something 'forbidden'. In fact, Wrecker opens the cupboard, grabs your snacks and starts snacking on them.

You slowly come out of hiding, cross your arms in front of your chest, look at him and wait for him to discover you. Wrecker almost drops the chocolate he has in his hand when he turns his head and spots you.

"Uh, maker, you scared the crap out of me."

You tap your foot impatiently, still crossing your arms, and give him a piercing look.

Wrecker grins coyly at you, and his sheepish expression is completely disarming.

You sigh, unknot your arms, and ask, "Would you at least share the stuff you're stealing from me?"

Guiltily, he sets the chocolate down on the table next to the cabinet.

"Don't be mad, okay?" he says softly.

Suddenly, he abruptly grabs your hips and sits you down on the table next to the chocolate, grinning at you.

"I think Crosshair got some yogurt, you want some?"

You laugh softly and say, "He'll kill us if he finds out."

Wrecker builds himself up to his full height and says with a little wink, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

would you ever be interested in writing a more masc reader? i kind of got it by know you write fem!reader exclusively, so i've been wondering if you'd write something along the lines a manly gal.

like the type that sees könig do his pushups, she must also immediately try to catch up to him? she sits manspread and wears manly clothes and makes everything a raunchy sex joke and has no shame and is kind of a muscle mommy and a total gremlin? something like that? and it disarms könig completely cuz he's used to damsels in distress, but this one can do everything herself but somehow wants him?? like an equal partner?

also can u pls tell each of your königs i love them with all i have? pls? 🥺 they're like my reason for living this past year i wanna give them a big sweet kiss and pet them

🤲 here, have an offering as gratitude. ignore the arms lol

Maaaan your offering 😭😭💖💞

And yes I have a habit of writing König with helpless maidens and sassy fairies don’t I 😂

So… König with masc!reader…. (Lol this turned out very rivals to lovers but I hope you enjoy!)

König can be a little off-putting. One would think that a man of his size wouldn’t get so threatened by a girl with some muscles on her... But you catch him mansplaining guns to you more than once, showing off his new rifle and then snapping his mouth shut when you fire a round of 5 bullseyes with a calm, stable breath and perfect posture.

“It’s nice,” you give it back to him, “but I’ve seen better.”

Knowing that you just threw his own words back at him – he’s always boasting on the field – König just blinks and grabs his rifle from you.

“...Where?”

“In my safe,” you shrug, trying to keep a neutral face.

And you’ve seen him during sparring, knowing already that he likes to one-up everyone. König is skilled and fierce, but he’s also competitive to the point of petty, which is why you’re amused when he suddenly turns gentle, even hesitant when paired with you.

At some point, it starts to get on your nerves though. It’s slightly insulting, even sexist, that he’s trying to treat you like a gentleman when you’re supposed to hit each other. So, you snap a good right hook through his guard and watch the man see some stars. Hoping that it would fix that attitude, you do it again, and again until he stops giving you the princess treatment.

But even after that, you see he’s holding back. The more you try to get him to attack properly, the more pissed off he gets, refusing to strike you even when you bring him down – a man twice your size – and gloat over him. His eyes are flaming because he just lost for the sake of some weird “I don’t hit women” policy, and it shouldn’t bother you. The man’s an asshole, what are you to do?

Still, it’s giving you a headache. Did you win the match only because he allowed it? You almost smack him in the head again. You already dealt with these kinds of idiots at the training program, and now you have to take shit from pros too? While you’re the pro? Jesus.

Determined to give him hell for the rest of the week, you make a lousy joke about the size of his gun when you go on a mission. It’s a bit unhanded, because this lame ass fool actually gets bothered by your quip, and you mentally beat yourself up for messing with your partner’s head before an important hostage rescue.

He barges through the door like a bull, and you purse your lips under your balaclava – on the other hand, is it even your fault if he gets killed because of some stupid Freudian joke?

This guy is simply too much fun…

So what happens is that you can’t keep your mouth shut. It’s horrid, what comes out of your lips when he’s trying to save lives. Things such as:

“Do you have your gun in hand?”

“I���ll keep an eye on your six while you take the women”

“Did you see their faces when König rammed himself in?”

The innuendos are obvious and rampant and so bad that König is surely blushing under that hood before you even board the plane. On top of everything, he rubs the barrel of his gun up and down in the plane because he’s so nervous. He does it absent-mindedly; the poor guy probably doesn’t understand the outrageous amount of Freudian jokes that could be cracked about that…

You try to pull yourself together after that because otherwise, people would start to suspect you’re having a crush on him. Army humour is army humour but you’re taking this shit a bit too far… Your jokes have never been this bad before, they certainly never induced such crazy behaviour from a guy.

...Because it turns out that you’ve awoken a demon.

At the gym, you see König watching you do pull ups – you’re the only girl there, yes, but you don’t wear some sculpting, seamless gym pants and a suggestive sports bra. You only have your old sweats and a tank top on, but the man's looking at you like he’s dreaming of either killing or fucking you. He's smashing the plates around like they've just personally insulted him, and glares at your way again, then lifts more than you’ve ever seen anyone lift before. He never talks to you: just stops and stares when you’re doing a set, then does his own, then glares.

You don’t know if it’s some kind of an awkward challenge or if he’s trying to flirt with you – menacingly – but you’re a mess after that gym session.

Next time during training, König personally offers to spar with you: he even pushes away the guy that had been assigned as your pair. And this time, he doesn’t hold back. He’s serious, and rough, and fucking frightening.

“That’s it, big boy,” you’re panting before half a minute has passed, “You finally found your groove?”

“No talking during sparring,” he grunts, and almost manages to land a blow – almost, because it ends with him on the floor. The takedown is something even KorTac’s best would be proud of, but he doesn’t allow you to gloat this time. Oh no: he rolls through it: actually, he rolls so that he lands on top of you, then smashes his whole weight on your chest to keep you down.

“Right where I want you,” he says, so brunt and brief that you’re not sure if you just imagined it.

“Is...that...so?”

You try to fight him in vain: he only presses you further into the mat and forces even your face to the side with his own.

“I thought you liked girls,” he pants into your ear, so low that the others can’t hear.

“That’s funny,” you whisper through clenched teeth, fingers curled around his shirt. “I thought you liked girls.”

You hear him draw air right beside your ear, and then – it’s unmistakable, the throbbing pulse against your thigh.

He’s getting hard.

The fucking moron is getting hard during a sparring session with you–

“There’s no need to crush your partner,” the trainer instructs, to everybody grinding on the mat in general, perhaps, but you have a feeling he’s directing the words König who’s currently choking you with his entire body.

“Is this what you want?”

He lets you breathe, only enough so you can turn and have another staring competition with him, this time with his mouth only a hair’s breadth away. Those eyes are hard as steel and as beautiful as snow, and that stare still wants to either fuck or murder you…

“Hm? You want to get crushed?”

“...Why do you think I joined the army?” You laugh breathlessly, eyes glimmering from mirth. He’s such a sight when he’s angry and confused.

Your cheeky answer only makes him more perplexed. Poor man – it’s so easy to tease him that you almost feel like a bully.

“That's right... Take your time getting up, there’s no need to rush,” you breathe, and watch the snow melt into a bewildered cerulean sea.

It sets sooner than you thought, his lids dropping as he settles to watch your lips, the heavy pulse on your neck.

“Oh I’m up already.”

[penvisions]

of beskar and kyber {chapter 12}

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader)

Summary: The job Din took to get credits takes a turn for the worse, the crew turning on him in a way that insights your direct involvement. It leads to a heavy conversation between the two of you.

Word Count: 11k (holy crap!)

Warnings: sexual content (!!), dry humping, talk of sexual intimacy, talk of previous sexual experiences, talk of sexual boundaries, description of male and female bodies, orgasm, sexual innuendos, sexual teasing, description of injuries (brief), canon typical violence, fighting, use of blades / knives, description of being stabbed / cut, description of being impaled (!!), tense situations, stalking, san fights(!), unsavory characters

A/N: took a few liberties with episode six, i hope y'all don't mind! a few things were changed in order to accommodate san's presence. i hope y'all like this once, a lot of stuff happens but that seems to be the way these are gonna go as we pick up plotlines from the series! there's a BIG scene that i hope people enjoy, lemme know what you think, pls? i'm so nervous to move the story along in this way but it felt like the right moment for these two

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You were quiet as you boarded the ship, thoughts buzzing into white noise that you couldn’t begin to decipher. This…this was a mess. This was far more complicated than a simple rescue of a man that had been taken by rivals. This was an elongated interaction with people from Din’s past and people who had no respect for him despite knowing nothing of him but stories from a time past.

Realistically, you knew it would be a different dynamic between you both with other people around, with going back to a routine of sorts for Din to collect credits and take jobs. Bound to be a harder living now, in the wake of his separation from the Guild. But the people he had sought out to work with? It was all too nerve-wracking, too risky. Ignoring the fact that one of his past involvements was a part of the crew assigned to the job, the issue that concerned you the most was that Mayfeld had once been Imperial.

He could’ve been one of the people sent after you, could’ve been one of the people informed of your survival, one of the people who could recognize you. And that, paired with the presence of the Child, was too risky for you. Tempting to pull Din aside as ask him to drop you both off somewhere to wait for him to complete this job. But even that could bring more attention to you, and you were frustrated to be in such a plight.

The sounds of Zero up in the control room filtered down into the hold and you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizzying thoughts that were taking over, consuming from the inside out. If the ship was a part of the job, there wouldn’t be any time to ask for alternative surroundings. You would have to deal with whatever was about to transpire head on, whether you were a part of the job directly or not. Your involvement was inevitable. The voices of the people you would have to endure for the next few rotations were a drone from just beyond the ramp.

The droid climbed down the ladder and walked past you without so much as a glance, but you could hear him speak as he descended the ramp toward the group gathered outside as they went over things.

“Despite recent modifications, the ship is still quite a mess.”

A few more moments passed before the group was entering the ship. As soon as you heard steps on the ramp, you quickly climbed the ladder and sealed yourself in your room. Standing before the crate Din had given you, you reached down to unclasp it and began to dig around. The rattling of your painkillers could be heard before your hands closed around the bottle.

“She’s not a part of the crew, she doesn’t need to know any details.” Xi’an’s trilling voice floated up from the hold and seeped through the open door that Din had just walked through.

“Bet she’d be a good lookout, sure put you in your place. Could be an asset if we get bogged down. Not too bad on the eyes either.” The countering voice of Mayfeld sounded before the door hushed shut, drowning out Xi’an’s heated next words. It allowed for their voices to become muffled and when you didn’t look up from where you kneeled in front of the crate a sigh fell from Din.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t have anything to say right now, other than that this is a bad idea.”

“I didn’t know she was still a part of the crew.” You pulled the bottle from beneath the clothes it had been under, still not looking over toward his armored form close to the door.

“She’s not the problem, not the only one anyway.” You grumbled as you tried to get the cap off the bottle, but your hands were shaking. “He’s Imperial, do you have any idea the kind of danger that puts me in, that puts ad’ika in?”

“He’s some front line soldier, the chances of him knowing about-“

“It doesn’t matter!” You pushed up quickly, turning to face him, pills forgotten. “There’s still a chance!”

“Did you even think this through before you contacted Ran?”

“Of course I did.”

“D-“ You clenched your fists, trying to keep your emotions in check, trying not to say his name aloud should anyone overhear. Pinching the bridge of your nose to stem off the headache that was forming, you decided to be completely honest with him, to tell him that he was being reckless. “Mando, you didn’t. You have a child aboard the ship.”

“And I will protect him at any cost. Protect you at any cost.” He regarded you quietly, taking in the way you slammed the crate closed and began to pace back and forth in the small space. You were wound up, the clasps on the trunk tinkling as they vibrated, his eyes glancing at them and then toward your clenching hands. The energy flowing off of you was palpable and for a second, he was in awe of the natural way you manipulate it without even thinking. You had forgone hiding your powers in favor of giving Xi’an the same treatment she had treated you with, it had been rather telling of your emotions to push back against her so easily. “I didn’t know they’d need the ship.”

“I-I don’t like this. It’s too much of a risk.”

“I understand that you’re afraid-“

“Of course I’m afraid! My entire fucking life has been thrown off by the Empire and one of the people who served for them is aboard the ship!”

The errant items around the room were floating in the air with the energy from your emotions. You didn’t even notice you had been causing it until Din stepped closer to you and reached out for you. You glared at him and before you could say anything, he was gripping your face in his gloved hands and stooping in low to peer directly at you. The visor so close that you could see the reflection of your panicked eyes staring back at you. You looked so scared, face contorted in a concerning display.

“Please calm down, mesh’la.”

“You should’ve told me, before you contacted Ran.”

“I should’ve, I wasn’t- I didn’t think.”

“I know it’s not my place, but-“

“You deserve a say, you have a say. I will heed anything you have concerns about.”

“Where are we going?”

The pause he took told you enough about the matter. You weren’t going to like it; with the way he was hesitant to inform you was all the answer you needed. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, gloves brushing the braid your hair was up in and pinned around the back of your head.

“A New Republic prison transport ship.”

“They have you breaking into a prison ship to free an inmate? Okay, that’s- Okay…do you want me to stay on the Crest or do you want me-“

“I don’t want you to do anything unless you want to do it. It’s up to you, mesh’la.” You guided his hands from around your body, gripping them tight with your own. With a questioning glint in your eye, you removed his gloves and tucked them into his utility belt. His hands rose to cup your face once again, eyelashes fluttering at the bare feel of them. His thumbs brushed your cheeks in a soothing motion.

“I would feel better being with you, I don’t trust them. And that’s not to say I don’t have faith in you, but…”

“I understand, I have faith in you too. I would like it if you were aboard the ship with ad’ika, but it won’t be taking off unless you and I are both back on board.”

“I…will stay, but you contact me the second anything goes awry. Promise me, please?”

“I swear to you.” He watched as you brought his hands up and pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of his knuckles. The modulator in his helmet crackled, the sound bringing a smile to your face as it revealed something about him. That he liked your touch on him, the affection you were giving him.

The visor stayed focused on you, but you were sure his eyes were traveling back and forth between your lips on his skin and shine of your eyes as they glinted with a promise.

Metal doors slamming open had you following right on Din’s feet, down the ladder and into the hold.

Burg was standing in front of the cabinet where Din kept most of his weaponry and supplies. It was right outside of his quarters, and your eyes trained on the control pad for it, checking that the lock was still engaged.

It had been an brief conversation that ad’ika would be kept away from the people aboard the ship. A worry about Xi’an and her knives along with concern about him getting overwhelmed and exposing his own powers. You could hold your own, should they decide to try and test you. Though the idling fear of them talking about the exchange between you and Xi’an was a low thrumming in the back of your mind.

With a press to his vambrace, the cabinet swiftly closed before the Devaronian could get his hands on anything. Mayfeld and Xi’an both looked over from where they were seated around the makeshift table as you stepped off the last rung of the ladder and stood beside the imposing figure of Din.

Burg huffed, a frustrated sound coming from low in his chest. He turned around to stand over Din, trying to intimidate him once again. As his hand flew out to mess with the controls closest to him, the one leading to the closed off quarters, you and Din both stepped forward, you move in front of the door, behind the tall man. At the contact of Din restraining Burg from moving any further, Mayfeld decided to jump in with repeated utterances of ‘hey and okay’.

“I get it. I’m a little particular about my personal space, too.” As he spoke, Din sidled around Burg, urging him away from the door. You stood your ground as Din stood beside you once again. “So let’s just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don’t have to see our faces anymore.”

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian and his little shadow.” Burg rumbled as he stared you both down, unwavering in his direct contact.

“Well, apparently they’re the greatest warriors in the galaxy.” Mayfeld leaned back a little, raising his arms out. “So they say.”

“Then why are they all dead?”

You bristled internally at the hurled comment, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up as you felt energy wash over you. The ill-mannered attitude and crack of a ‘joke’ sitting like lead in your stomach and heart. Too many of Din’s kind were gone, mostly wiped out. Those that prevailed, did so with such a vibrance for their way of life and continuation of religion and culture. While you may not be Mandalorian yourself, you had been rescued and cared for one in your darkest hour and for years after. Endless respect and admiration for your guardian and Din beside you stirring the need to protect.

You were about to take a step forward when you felt Din brush his hand against one of your own. Xi’an took notice of the small movement event as she laughed along with the guys and continued to balance the point of a knife on her outstretched hand. A hard tint to her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Well, you flew with him, Xi’an.” Mayfeld rolled his head to look over at her across the makeshift table they were both seated at. Clear, now, of your metal working tools and the armor you had been working on before anyone had boarded. “Is he as good as they say?”

“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III,” She turned her focus back onto the blade, ignoring the way you were standing guard over the doors still, how close you were to the armored man in question.

“I did what I had to.”

“Oh, but you liked it.” She spun the knife around to grip the handle, pointing a finger toward him from across the space, her voice hinting at something more. With a telling smile that allowed a glimpse of her sharp canines, her eyes flitted from his visor to you behind him and back. “See, I know who you really are.”

Her words were for you, though her eyes never left his figure. Taunting,

“He never takes off the helmet?”

“This is the way.” She mocked in a low timbre, bringing a closed fist to the front of her chest.

“I wonder what you look like under there.” Mayfeld pinned him with a look, something behind his eyes you weren’t too fond of. “Maybe he’s a Gungan.”

“You ever seen his face?”

Xi’an gasped, the sound drawn out and breathy as she caressed one of her lekku with a gentle hand.

“A lady never tells.”

She had to be lying, he wouldn’t have removed it for her. He wouldn’t remove it for anything, it was his sworn Creed. And yet, doubt painted your thoughts in a dark swath. Jealousy lit up ugly inside of you, making you question the tentative stepping stones you’ve already waded on. Made you feel inadequate in the face of seeking him out in such a way. Though he had done nothing to prompt the feelings himself, it was all based on her and her reactions. The intimidation you felt from her garnering negative emotions in the wake of rediscovering yourself and your own notions of things taken from your life and tainted in the worst way.

“What about you, surely you’ve been privy to it?” Mayfeld’s eyes found your own, a smirk pulling at his lips. You narrowed your eyes at him, not willing to play into his teasing with so much as a shake of your head. It was none of his business, none of anyone’s business but Din’s. The lack of respect they had for his way of life, his religion, his Creed was sickening. Their collected ignorance a telling sign that they didn’t care about anything that didn’t directly serve them. Then the insinuation of intimacy and the breaching of personal boundaries had your shoulders knotting tight, fingers tapping against your thigh.

“Aw, c’mon, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. She trusts you, for whatever reason, what’d you have to do to gain that?”

“Do not incite her, in any matter.” The modulator crackled with the force of his words, as if they were being spoken in that dark voice through clenched teeth. You let him take the figurative step of telling them to control themselves, having worked with at least one member of their little quartet before. He knew better than you, what type of people Ran employed and kept in his company.

“You gotta show us something. Come on. Just lift the helmet up.”

Burg loomed closer, form so large in the space of the hold.

“C’mon, let us all see your eyes.”

At a small nod from Mayfeld, Burg reached out a hand with a confidence.

Din immediately slammed a hand over his wrist and pulled him forward, using the loss of the man’s momentum to shove him away. You stepped back, trying to stay out of the way. Burg quickly gathered his bearings and lunged, only to be kicked back into the small alcove beside the quarters. Trying to catch himself from falling on his back, Burg’s hands shot out and gripped the wall, fingers dragging over the controls for the door. They flew open behind you to reveal ad’ika standing atop the cot, face contorted and nervous.

He looked from you to Din, sounds falling from him that made no sense. Reaching out mentally, you tried to sooth him, to let him know everything was okay.

But everyone’s attention was on him, and it made him freeze in his spot.

“What is that?” Mayfeld wondered, unbridled excitement coloring his tone as he stood from his seat and began to move closer. You moved to block his view into the quarters, blocking ad’ika from the lingering stares as you felt panic wave off of his small form. One of his small hands reached out for you, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Din didn’t move as Mayfeld walked past him, Xi’an rising from her seat behind him and following.

“You get lonely up here, buddy?” Mayfeld approached, peering over your shoulder with an intensity that unnerved you.

“What a minute, did you two make that?” He turned to Xi’an, close on his heels. Her curiosity getting the better of her in the moment.

“Don’t.” You said, reaching out a hand to keep him a few paces away.

“What is it? Like a pet or something?” He pestered, waving his hand up and around, watching the way large eyes followed the movement over your shoulder.

“Yeah, something like that.” Din finally spoke, though it wasn’t what you expected. He was trying to play this off, like it wasn’t a secret that had been unearthed. Hoping that the initial reaction would wane into one of indifference.

“No? Okay, what about you, is that thing yours?” Mayfeld’s eyes roved up and down your body, lingering in places they shouldn’t. “Bet it was a hell of a good time, making something like that. I wouldn’t mind a partner as submissive as you seem to be for him.”

“Watch it.” You growled, words forcing their way through clenched teeth. You could hear the crinkling of leather as Din did his best to keep his hands to himself, willing you to deal with the unsavory attention lest the entire job blow up. You closed your hand, feeling the energy around you and manipulating it, Mayfeld gasped as the air in his lungs was suddenly gone. He stopped trying to get ad’ikas attention and clawed at his throat. His face reddened as he struggled to breath but at a nod from Din you ceased the action.

“Didn’t take you for the type.” Xi’an moved into his personal space, face only a few inches from the front of his helmet. As if she wanted to touch him, her hands twitched at her sides. “Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.”

Quickly gathering breath back into his lungs, Mayfeld didn’t drop the teasing, though it was less direct.

“Me, I wasn’t ever really into pets. Didn’t have the temperament. But I’m thinking, maybe, I’ll try again with this little fella. Take him off your hands and babysit.” He tried to get around you, but you flung him back, his feet sliding across the durasteel flooring.

“Do not touch him,” Your entire body was alight with the instincts to protect, to hurt those invading personal space and boundaries time and time again in such a short window.

Zero’s voice broke the tension with the announcement of dropping out of hyperspace.

The ship lurched, jostling everyone with how rough it was.

The ship careened, gravity shifting from underneath you. Your stomach was in your throat, and you were reaching for the small being tossed from the cot. Your fingers just grazed the edges of his tunic as he flew past you. Your back knocked into the door frame, but you kept as quiet as you could, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. The Child cried as he landed harshly on the floor, right where Din had been thrown to his knees, barely able to catch himself from flattening completely.

As the ship landed and docked onto the top of the transport ship, stable for the time being, Din carefully cradled ad’ika in his arms and pressed him into your own. You curled your arms around him, sitting atop the cot and murmured soft words to him as he clung to you.

“That useless droid didn’t even give us a proper countdown.” Xi’an hissed as she straightened up herself, having been tossed over the makeshift table and across the hold.

“Alright, Mando, we’ve got a job to do.”

He stepped away from you, his visor lingering on you before he turned to face the watching group. As he did so, he pressed something along his vambrace, controlling the bottom panel of the ship and it opened up to reveal an entrance aboard the ship below. He connected a device to the seal of the entrance, the small screen blinking red in rapid succession. You watched as everyone exchanged looks, communicating something you weren’t privy to as they collected around him and peered down.

As soon as the device displayed a green screen, the entrance unlocked and opened with a hiss.

Disengaging the device, Din gathered up the cable and stepped aside.

“It’s me?” Mayfeld asked, looking around at the faces trained on him.

“Always you.” Burg announced, as if leading the job wasn’t something Mayfeld was quite used to. Didn’t know that it was his responsibility to lead in ways other than with his words. He lowered himself to the ground and took a cautionary glance into the space below. Deeming it clear, he braced his arms along something and dipped out of sight. Xi’an and Burg followed after him.

Din’s figure paused as he stood around the entrance, looking over to you for a moment. You were already watching him. You stood, closing the distance, adi’ka held close to your chest. Leaning up, you pressed your forehead to the front of the helmet in what was quickly becoming your greeting and farewell with the man.

“Keep in contact,” You spoke quietly, not wanting the others to overhear you despite them no longer being in the same space. He nodded once, before he jumped and disappeared through the opening.

Beeping sounded from your vambrace, alerting you of an incoming call. You quickly pressed the button to allow the audio transmission to filter through. You had been trying to distract yourself by working on the chainmail, something repetitive enough to keep your mind occupied while you waited for Din’s return or a communication from him.

“Sarad, I’m locked in a cell. They’re coming back to the ship.” A heavy sigh separated his announcement from the orders he gave next. “Take out the droid and put the ship on manual lockdown, make the settings ask for either your chain code or mine to operate. We have fifteen minutes until the Republic Army descends.”

You left all of your supplies and materials out in the open on the table and quickly checked on adi’ka, making sure he was secure in Din’s small room. You handed him a snack, hoping he would sleep with a full stomach and through whatever was about to transpire. Making your way up to the cockpit, you could hear Zero talking to the others.

“You have a potential problem. He has escaped.” Zero was announcing over the comm line as you silently entered the control room. You raised your saber in your hand, blade not yet engaged. You brought it down swiftly, bringing it to life and beheading the droid in a smooth motion. His voice box tittered and the entirety of his body sparked before he fell to the floor of the room.

You set the ship according to Din’s instructions and jumped down through the open space in the hold before you could catch your breath.

The lights were flickering, power being shut off and you could hear corridor walls slamming shut. The lights kicked back on, bathing the entire ship in eerie red hues. Closing your eyes, you focused on the situation at hand, centering your self before you began to move about the foreign ship.

As soon as you found an access point, you connected your vambrace to the source. You searched the stored files for a layout of the ship and downloaded the display. Holding it up, you began to run down the hallways, leading you toward where you could feel the presence of Din.

You comm sparked to life as soon as you rounded a corner.

“Xi’an is two turns away from you, mesh’la.”

“Copy that.”

You stayed one hallway behind her, keeping tabs on her and the path she was winding around the ship. A silent stalker she had yet to sense was just around the corner. You could only hope she would lead you toward Din, the hallways closed off every so often, creating a labyrinth. As she moved about, more would hiss shut behind or in front of her, as if guiding her toward her assailant in an unnerving way.

She suddenly stopped, turning and throwing three knives down the hallway you were just hovering on the edge of. Looking at the map displayed from your vambrace, you turned and decided to get ahead of her and take her down. Just as you heard her steps approaching your position, she whirled around and began flinging knives out. Din was an intimidating figure on the other end of the hall, she was trapped between the two of you. She tried to stave you both off, but it was clear she was better at throwing than direct defense.

Metal clanged as knives bounced off of Din’s armor, but one landed into the unprotected part of his shoulder, and he stumbled back. She advanced quickly, and they found themselves in a stalemate, his own knife held under her chin and one of hers at his inner thigh. She caught sight of you in the corner of her eye and with a smirk she plunged it deep into his leg. He shouted out in pain, leg weakening as blood discolored his trousers. She pushed off of him and charged at you, but you engaged your saber and rushed toward her.

She flung two knives at you, but you easily cut them in half and they fell to the floor.

“You think you’re so much better than me?” She snarled as she managed to swipe the back of your hand, saber slicing into her shoulder. She jumped back, trying to get some distance but you advanced, blade humming ominously. She hollered loudly, glancing away for the barest second back at where Din was kneeling on the ground and trying to shake the feeling back into his leg. “That he’s going to stay with you but he’s going to run, he’s going to run from you just like he did with me.”

“You’re nothing!” You didn’t bother rising to her taunts as you swopped the glowing blade low, jolting her back to avoid her ankles getting singed. But you had grazed her, the leather of her boots singed with a line that was smoldering. While her focus was down, she braced herself and her knees bent.

“You kriffing bitch!”

“Shut. Up.” You punctuated your words with swiped of the glowing blade to cut her belt from her. You kicked it away, standing unnervingly close to her and peering over at her with a glare. The pulsing energy from the saber lighting up your eyes to show her that you were so far beyond reasoning with. She lunged at your legs with a screech, but you flicked out a hand and she flew back a few yards.

She struggled but once her balance was her own, she was back up on her feet and jolted forward. The blade hummed as you moved against her, the singing of her shoulder pulling a guttural noise from deep in her chest and she ducked before crashing her body into your legs, causing you both to tumble to the ground in a tangle of limbs. The handle of your weapon flying out of your hand and clattering into the wall. The blade disengaged, but not before it cut a swipe into the metal.

Your back hit the floor hard, knocking the breath out of your lungs and you gasped. Vision blurring but you reached out and gripped the back of the headwear she wore. Jerking her back, you flipped to pin her face down. She groaned out, body sore from the rough motion. Her breath catching in her throat when you realized you had made good on your threat, back on the space station. One of her knives was gripped tight in your hand, held beneath her chin, blade chilling her skin where it pressed.

She used the hand that wasn’t pinned underneath her body to dig her fingers into the cut at your thigh, pulling a strangled grunt. You leaned back on your heels, trying to move far enough back that her hand fell away from you, bloodied and dripping. You panted as she twisted underneath you and shoved at your shoulders. Just as your back hit the ground a second time and she hovered over you, her legs pinning you down harshly. Crying out at the sting of a blade embedded in your shoulder. She forced it with both of her hands, digging it impossibly deep into the muscle.

You heard Din call out, could see him try to close the space between your two scrambling forms and his own.

Your other hand shot out, reaching out and the saber handle zoomed across the floor toward you. Past Din who was splashed red with dark blood.

Xi’an screeched at you as she tried to get a hold on your hair to slam your head into the ground.

But the second it was in your grip, you engaged it.

Everything fell silent save for the humming of it.

Errant blood escaping from the puncture bubbled and fizzled, rank smelling steam bursting into the air between you both. Her body fell limp above you, her middle catching on the hilt of the blade and she hung only slightly above you, unconscious. Shoving her from you and powering the weapon down, you scrambled up to your feet. You looked over her toward Din, seeing him holding a wide hand hard against his leg.

“Is she…?”

“No, I didn’t hit any major organs. She’ll need medical attention soon though, to avoid going comatose.”

“You need medical attention too, that’s a lot of blood.” You looked up from the splatter of it on the floor, up the expanse of his leg where it stained his trousers, to the dark visor of the helmet. Ripping the bottom of his cape off, you fastened it into a tourniquet around his thigh. He grunted as you tightened the knot around his muscle, wanting to ensure he didn’t bleed out.

He told you of his plan to leave them here, lock them in an empty cell to be found by those coming to the ships call for aid in the face of danger. To be caught and held responsible for their crimes.

“Qin” Din’s voice boomed across the hallway, the suddenness of him speaking since falling silent while set to the task of gathering the others into the very cell they had locked him inside. He motioned for you to stay back as he rounded a corner, his ripped cape swirling behind him as he calmly approached the man whose rescue this was all about.

“You killed the others.”

“They got what they deserved.”

The sound of an upset snarl was followed by the clicking of two blasters being drawn. Your heart stuttered, but you knew that Din had the situation under control.

“You kill me, you don’t get your money. Whatever Ran promised, I’ll make sure you get it, and more.” An argument of the most logical approach, knowing that he was overpowered and at a disadvantage. “Come on, Mando. Be reasonable.”

The clunk of a blaster being tossed to the floor calmed you a bit, your nerves loosening as you realized this was going to go easier than expected. Seems like the man knew all too well the capabilities Din possessed, perhaps someone else he had worked with in the past and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Reading the room and how upset he must be with how things turned out, with how quickly they had fallen into chaos.

“You were hired to do a job, right? So do it. Isn’t that your code? Aren’t you a man of honor?”

Unnerving laughter filled the air, making the hair on the back of your neck rise up.

But Din remained silent, unwavering, intimidating in his lack of engagement. You had experienced it firsthand, and it was easy to give into the stoic figure he made in his armor, the black stare of the visor as his helmet trained your every move.

“Board.” Was all he said, a hand signaling you to fall into step behind him.

“You’ve got yourself a little shadow, now that’s something new.” The twi’lek commented before he began to climb the ladder up into the Crest.

“Don’t engage with her, she took down Xi’an and she won’t hesitate to do the same with you.” An impressed sound hummed from him as he settled at the makeshift table. Eyes moving about the space to take in the environment, sus out any hidden threats or people lingering from the crew that had been assembled to come to his rescue. As comfortable as he could manage, he ignored Din’s warning and spoke directly to you the second the man was out of earshot, having moved up into the cockpit to get the ship in motion.

“What’s a pretty little thing doing with a big bad man like Mando?” He smirked at you, eyes roving over your figure in a way that made your skin crawl.

At your silence and scrutinizing gaze, he looked you over. From the ripped fabric of your trousers to the braid of your hair, over the entire length of your body. You didn’t show the discomfort at his roaming eyes, simply taking it in stride. Knowing that if he were to try anything, you wouldn’t be reprimanded for retaliation.

“You know, I never expected Mando to be so free with his space. My sister tried for years to get him to let her stay aboard this hunk of junk he calls a ship. Always met on his terms, never giving anything more than he was willing to, even if she pushed.”

“But you, you’re different. I can sense it. I see things he has no relation to scattered around the ship. Your mark on his space, it means a great deal whether you realize it or not. But he’s a selfish man, and he’ll make that known to you sooner or later.”

You didn’t engage, only spared a glance over at him when you readied yourself a serving of the tea given to you by the clinic. The painkillers they provided you with had been doing a good job of staving off the cramping in your middle, but nausea and a gnawing feeling in your stomach prevailed.

You turned to face him, stilling as you took in the defeated air about him. He had his freedom, he had his life back after having been caught, but he didn’t look happy. He lacked something that didn’t light his eyes through all the way, and you felt bad for him. He may not be the best person, but you could see that something was missing and he felt the space whatever it was left in its wake. He was watching you, his eyes trained on the way you picked him apart at the very seams. Calculating how he displays himself versus the things you see in him that he does not.

He shifts in his seat, anxiety at your scrutiny given voice.

“I’m selfish too.” You said before ascending the ladder and leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

“You keep that little shadow of yours close, no tellin’ the attention she’s garnered from being at your side.” Ran chimed after Din, aiming the thinly veiled threat at the man’s back. Turning to face down the ramp, hand hovering over the panel that controlled it, Din took notice of how the man was gazing up toward the windows of the control room. A glint to them that unsettled him, like you were something to own and control, to be used to get back at him.

He was silent as he boarded the ship once again, guiding it into flight immediately. Ships beamed in from hyperspace around you, focus on the space station none the wiser behind the Crest.

“Hey, I have a question.” You announced, securely seated behind the man as he directed the ship into hyperspace. The controls beeping and toggles switching underneath Din’s hands as he controlled the ship and set a course. He made a low hum, to let you know that he heard you and was waiting for your next words.

“What do you want me to call you around other people?”

“Mando is fine.”

“That makes me uncomfortable. It’s informal, it’s on the cusp of an insult, to associate you only with what you’re known as. You’re much more than that.”

“I don’t see it that way, so you don’t have to worry about me taking it that way.” He was quiet for a beat, chair turning back around as you walked up beside him. Emotions flitted across your face and you frowned when he turned back toward the control panel. You watched as he punched in coordinates from within his mind, a system of planets further out from the mid rim popping up on the screen. His fingers hovered as he slowly panned across the options displayed in front of him, thoughtful. “What did you call Akiz?”

“Cabur, kebiin, nuhunla jag.” You reached for his shoulder, palm going over the pauldron in a caressing motion. Thoughts and memories pulling you back into the past.

Protector, blue, funny man.

“And what did he call you?”

“Kih goran. Mir’sheb. Ner kar’ta.”

Little blacksmith. Smartass. My heart.

“I’ll respond to whatever you choose to call me, mesh’la.”

“Why…um, why…do you call me that?”

“Because you are.”

His visor turned to you, and you felt a pull toward him but took a step back instead. Overwhelmed by the honesty in his voice, the sincerity with which he shared his reasoning with you.

“O-oh, okay.” You could feel heat rising up the column of your neck, surely visible to the man seated in front of you. A way for him to know that his words had an effect on you.

“She was a youthful indiscretion.” He broached the silence of you tending to the cuts he sustained. The one on his thigh had been quickly tied off but now needed proper attention. He had removed the armor fastened about his legs while he waited for you to change and return to the hold. His boots were inside his quarters, not wanting them to get jostled about in the open space of the hold. He wasn’t sure where ad’ika had gone to, but nothing was clanging nor was he making noises like he needed something. He may have followed you up to your room, curious as to what you stored in there along with the pull of your larger cot with softer blankets.

“I believe…that she was once something you wanted so you sought it out.” Your attention was focused on the contents of the first aid kit Din typically kept inside the weapons locker. It was laid out on the floor beside you, some wrappings already torn into and pressed to your own injuries.

“But, seeing how she is and everything insinuated, it was all fast and rough and passionate. And whether the attraction deteriorated over time and taken over by disdain, there was feeling there.”

He was quiet as he watched the way you carefully wiped the wound free of blood splatter that had stained the skin. Gentle fingers applying bacta cream to the wound, trying not to irritate it, before wrapping gauze around the diameter of his thigh. Cutting off the roll and knotting the end of it to keep it secure but not too uncomfortable or damaging, your hands stilled on him.

“There was, it was fleeting. More about the…familiarity we had with each other than anything beyond general attraction.”

“But you sought her out, time and time again.”

“Only while working with the group, the second I left, I ceased it all.”

“But it was, wasn’t it? Rough and about power, to see who could overpower the other and take pride in the ability to bring each other down in such a way.” That was what had bothered you so much about seeing them interact with each other. The way she tried to overpower him, the way that he let her attempt to with no reaction. Knowing that if he were to show a reaction, even small as one could be, it would be like giving her the satisfaction of knowing that she had succeeded in getting under his skin.

“That…was a big part of it, yes.” He admitted, after a few bated breaths.

“I may never be able to give that to you, that type of dynamic.” You admitted softly, feeling self-conscious for the umpteenth time since first stepping aboard that lone space station. Din’s past lying in wait to take you both off guard in the most unexpected of ways.

“I’m not asking that of you.”

“But you liked it, obviously. It was intense enough for her to linger on the interactions, to feel cheated by your disappearance.” You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the route of the conversation. Trying to hold your emotions in check, your own inner turmoil at the subject matter in order to show him and yourself that it was normal to talk about these things, to discuss these things with those you wanted to be with.

“San, please look at me.”

“Din, you-I may not ever be able to be that willing, to give over control completely.”

“I’m not asking to take control; I’m not asking anything of you. It’s- that’s not what I’m-I’ve changed. This, what we’re doing- It’s all on your terms, your comfortability, your willingness. Whatever you want to give me will be enough, even if it’s nothing at all.”

“You-you would really be okay if I were to not want to explore that with you?”

“Y-yes, mesh’la, of course.” He stuttered as you stood up from where you were kneeling by his feet, where you had lowered yourself to tend to his injuries. Not breaking your focus from the helmet tilted down at you, something in your eyes he hadn’t seen before. His visor was trained on you as you stepped into the space between his thighs, hands resting atop his shoulders, fingers spreading along the cowl that covered his neck. Words seemed to flee him as he could only sit there and feel you untangle the fabric from around his body, folding it carefully and setting it on the makeshift table off to the side.

You paused, bottom lip between teeth as you thought something over. You felt like you were out of your element, unprepared for the yearning and heat that had suddenly taken over. Filling the space between every nerve and nestling right behind your ribs with a weight you were sure you couldn’t shake even if the desire to do so crossed your mind. Looking over at him, right into the dark line of his visor, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“But what if I wanted to?”

The weight of your words hung in the silence between your bodies.

“Th-then we would go at your pace, as I said before.”

His hands remained balled at his sides as you began to unclasp the securing mechanism on his cuirass. As soon as the first one was undone, one of his reached up to hold the panel of armor in place. Your hands focused on removing the back panel he wore when the second clasp over his opposing shoulder was loosened. With a soft reverence, you set the panel down atop his cowl, to avoid it potentially scratching on the material of the crate. Hands trailing over the one he held to his chest, you took the weight of the cuirass from him and stacked it atop the other.

Before he could lower his hands back to his sides, you loosened elastic bands that held the armor plates over his forearms. Slipping them over his hands, and then removing his gloves with the same focused attention. You fiddled with his hands for a second, tangling your fingers with his own, the contact sparking heat as you recalled how efficient he had been fighting with Xi’an, with stalking and intimidating Mayfeld, the tense conversation with Qin. The hands so softly brushing against your own were capable of so much, of such strong and powerful things. And yet, they yielded so easily to your own, he allowed you to touch him, to disrobe him, to see him. Your heart stuttered in your chest.

The padding he wore underneath was warm from the heat of his body, the velcro snicking loudly in the quiet of the hold. The sound sparking warmth low in your middle, the fact that he was letting you disrobe him of his armor, an intimate thing for someone of his beliefs, was not lost on you. You guided his hands to your body, resting them on the flare of your hips. His hands curled around them, holding to where you let him touch. Fingers digging into the material of your trousers and the belt loops around your waist.

The pair of pauldrons were the next to be carefully removed. You stepped closer into his space, his legs spreading to accommodate you and you felt the sparks reach up into your sternum. A stuttering gasp fell from your lips when you felt the twitch of him where the front of your thighs pressed into the inner most part of his own.

“S-sorry.”

You leaned down, hands hooking over the broadness of his shoulders. Running the tip of your nose along the exposed skin of his throat, down to where it connected with his collarbone. Placing a chaste kiss there, you let your lips brush against him softly as you spoke.

“It’s okay, I want to feel you.” He twitched again and the sparks bloomed into a simmering heat. “If you’d let me.”

Whatever answer he was about to speak died in his throat as you reached for his belt, the buckle clinking and effectively shutting his thoughts down. Loosening the belt, you untucked the long sleeve he had on, exposing his toned upper body. His shoulders and chest were broad even without the protection of his prized armor. The cut from one of Xi’an’s knives was red and irritated, you were thankful she didn’t douse them in anything before hurling them. The skin around it was splattered with a bit of dried blood and you reached for the cloth once again to wipe it away.

Chest adorned with dark hair that you ran a hand over in a petting motion. He twitched against your upper thigh, and you looked down to see the outline of him through the fabric. Feeling the way he was practically throbbing at your attention, you reached a hand down and were about to caress him when one of his hands stopped you.

“Don’t want you feeling like you have to, just because of what happened. Or to…prove something.”

You shook your head, letting him know that’s not what was fueling your attention. Hands resting firmly on his chest, bare skin on bare skin you looked right into the visor.

“I want to. I-I may have been thinking about it the past few days. But seeing how quickly things can fall apart, I want to know you in this way, to show you that I care about you in this way.”

He nodded once, listening to you, believing the earnest words you spoke to him. You reached down to rid yourself of the tank top that was stained with your own blood. The fabric hushing as it moved over the bacta patch in your shoulder. As soon as the clothing was added to the pile of his armor, his hands were on you, pulling you tight to him. You gasped at the press of your nearly naked front to his, heat simmering into something almost overwhelming, nerves lighting up.

He surged up, arms holding you to him underneath your thighs. Tightening your arms around his neck, and your legs around his middle, he made sure you were secure before he walked you over to his quarters.

“Is he-“

“He’s in my room, wanted to see the lights through the small window.”

“Good,” He rumbled as he gently laid you down atop the cot, taking in the way you looked in just your bandeau wrapping and sleep shorts. Soft, tan skin on display for him. The dark smattering of his chest hair, the hair that trailed below his belly button and down beneath the band of his underwear. His hips bones visible, his stomach a little soft, his muscles strong and defined. It made you feel honored that he would share his body with you, allow you to see him in his purest form.

You reached for him, tugging him into the space between your legs by the belt loops of his trousers, knees dangling over the edge of the cot.

“Not everything.” You whispered, tone lifting at the end in a hesitant question. Self-conscious of the bleeding that had been slowing, body still adjusting to a natural rhythm of hormonal changes after so long. Afraid of moving too fast, of being too much, of not being enough. Wanting him despite the trepidation of this being the first time you were sharing yourself with a man in this way, given the choice to.

His fingers deftly worked the buttons and shimmied the clothing down his legs, revealing the toned muscles that had only been glimpsed at through the cut in them. He was beautiful, a pillar of strength and skill, the build of him telling of his training and lifestyle. The bulge of him against the black fabric of his boxer briefs was obvious and your eyes stayed trained on it. He looked so big and you wanted to feel him against you. Kicking your shorts from where you had removed them from your hips, you pulled him down onto the cot.

His visor was aimed at the damp spot darkening the light fabric of your underwear.

“Mesh’la-“

He groaned, words drowned out by the sound as you hooked your legs around his waist and ground up into him. His hands supported himself on either side of you, hovering over you in the small space, as his body folded over you.

He rutted against you, body taking over as the heat of you so close was all he could feel paired with the softness of your skin. The dim lights in the personal quarters bathing you in an ethereal glow. You keened as the heft of him moved against you, the hardness between his legs making desperation form low in your middle. You gasped, head tossing back with his slow movements, legs tightening around his waist.

He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that shot straight down to your core. Slick seeped into the fabric of your underwear, and your hands shot out to hold him tight to ground yourself. The action pushed your chest together, breasts jiggling with his motions as the thin fabric of your bandeau did nothing to hide the perk nipples that shown through.

The tip of his cock caught on the hood of your cunt, the pressure spinning your head despite the thin layers that separated you. The feeling of him hot and hard against your aching clit pulled a throaty grunt from you, fingers curling into the muscles of his arms, nails digging into his skin. The front of his helmet thudded against your forehead, drawing your eyes to the visor so close. You wish you could see into it, through it, the way his eyes had to be blown out. You wondered what color they were, not for the first time, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as pleasure tingled all over.

“Good, mesh’la,” He panted, modulator crackling with his heavy breaths. Your hips bucked as he ground into you, body spurred on by the need to feel him even closer. But not yet, it would be too much too soon. One of his hands hovered over your chest, fingers reaching but pausing as if he was unsure if he was allowed to touch. “You feel so good.”

“Please touch me,” You arched your back, pushing your chest up to where his hand hovered. When his palm cupped one of your breasts, a moan tore from your throat at the sensation. Your hips lifted instinctively, seeking him out for more more more. You breath quickened as your stomach pulled taut, so close to the edge. It was overwhelming in the best way, the pleasure sparking steadily between the feeling of him rutting between your legs, the way his thumb brushed over your nipple as he palmed your breast. He was everywhere.

“Din, please,” Your eyes watered, the sensations all consuming. He pressed closer to you, hips undulating as he chased his own pleasure. He stilled his hips and ground against you, nudging that little bundle of nerves just right. Muscled tightening, back arching, legs caging him in as close as possible, you tried to tell him, let him know how good he felt when your release washed over your senses like hot water.

The keening sound that fell from your lips trailed off into a whimper as he thrusted against your slick covered underwear, guiding you through your orgasm. His hand at your chest flew to support himself once again, not able to keep up as his own release began to bear down on him. Once, twice, three more times before you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his own release as it collected at the front of his own underwear where he was pressed against you. Moaning your name, long and low, it would simmer in your mind for days.

He panted against you, chests bumping as you breathed heavily and looked up at him with blissed out eyes and an expression so soft that his heart skipped a beat where it thudded against his ribcage.

Gasping as he lifted his hips away from where they pressed against you, little aftershocks of pleasure rippled over your body. Hands reaching, you pulled the ruined underwear from around your hips and shimmied them off. Din’s helmet immediately turned as he didn’t want to overstep eliciting a soft laugh from you as he took the fabric you shoved against his hand dangling at his side as he stood.

When he went to step away, your expression fell. He must’ve sensed the shift in the air, the hesitancy and nervousness for his departure so soon after such an intimate moment.

“Just gonna go clean up, get you something to change into. Please don’t worry, mesh’la.”

Moments later, he returned to the dark quarters. You had pulled the covers back atop the cot and turned the lights off, getting the space ready for sleep. He skimmed his warm palms up the length of your exposed legs, a damp washcloth in warm against you as he gently wiped away your drying release from between your legs. The fabric of the cloth right against your clit in a brief pass had you gasping out, and he chuckled lowly. He swapped out the cloth for a pair of new underwear in his grip. He tapped the side of your thighs for you to lift your hips and he settled them on you.

Getting situated underneath the covers took a little shifting as you both tried to lay in a way that irritate new injuries. He ended up on his back, not able to lay side by side with you as both your thighs were bandaged opposite each other. You folded yourself over his chest, head resting in the crook where his shoulder met his neck, injured leg thrown over his middle. His heart was beating fast beneath you, and you buried your face into his skin and breathed in deep.

Content, safe, satiated. Everything felt right with the world in that moment.

“I’ve never removed it be with her, I never removed anything.” He spoke quietly into the darkness, his hand gently caressing your hip, not wanting to wake you lest you had fallen asleep. His body was alight with tingles, energy ebbing and flowing over his skin from the realization of what you two had just shared. It had been the most intimate he had ever been with anyone, had ever wanted to be with anyone.

The hum that vibrated into his skin was all the answer he got as sleep pulled him under to rest alongside you.

You stared. Unabashedly.

Maker, you couldn’t help it. You like to think of yourself as having self-control and a good sense of strength but… you were realizing how false those notions were as your eyes remained trained on the sight in front of you. Din was kneeling on the ground in front of an open panel along the floor of the hold. He was leaning slightly into the exposed space, his back arched slightly and his backside suspended in the air. The fabric of his pants was pulled taut over his form in such a way that you couldn’t even begin to decipher the mumbled words falling from the man’s mouth as he fiddled with something.

Desire flared strong in your middle, stretching down to pool between your legs and you felt your mouth go dry. He shifted slightly, leaning forward a bit more and his backside canted up just enough for you to see the barest outline of-

“San!” He called out, making you jump and scramble to look like you were busy. You took a few hurried, quiet steps toward where the crate that doubled as a table was set up and began to gather the mess from yours and adi’ka’s lunch. You didn’t dare turn around, listening intently to the hush of his movements as he extracted himself from the space he had been leaning into behind the paneling.

“San, I was calling for you, didn’t you hear me?” He was suddenly behind you, making you jump slightly.

You were still flushed, which drew his attention to your face.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” You replied simply, not able to face him.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Concern flowed from him, his words soft but holding a tone that booked no argument. Wanting to know if you were alright, for you to be honest with him. You worried for a second if he thought you were having regrets about the night before, but it wasn’t that. It couldn’t be that, that had been…wonderful and so enticing. He had been so warm, throbbing against you where you needed him the most, his hands and the sounds bleeding from the helmet as he moved against you…

“San, why you won’t look at me?”

You turned before the words even registered completely, pinning look and desperate eyes on display for him. Unable to hide that you wanted him, even if it was still new. For both of you, a tentative bridge formed between you that you wanted to explore further.

“That’s what’s wrong with me, I was watching you while you were crouching and it- you looked, you looked good okay.” One of the cannisters fell from your grip, nervous energy lighting you up.

He was suddenly in your personal space, you back pressed up against the siding of the hold space. But you didn’t feel threatened, you felt excited. Pulled into his front by a hand snaking around your middle, you looked up at him, the visor glinting in the lights turned on all around.

“You’ve been watching me this whole time?” He rumbled, voice dark as he realized you weren’t injured or sick. That you were turned on, just by looking at him as he did the most mundane things to fill the time of space travel.

“Y-yes, you-you fill out your pants very well.”

“Hmm, never realized.” He tilted his helmet to the side, thoughts swirling around your mind stalling at the adorable motion.

He leaned in, as if he was about to press the front of his helmet to your forehead but he detangled from you instead and was rummaging through an open crate that contained his multitude of tools. You stayed where he had ushered you, body thrumming with the lingering heat of how he had been on you in seconds, of your confession.

“He’s watching, don’t want to scar him.” Din said by way of explanation as he nodded his head toward the open quarters. Adi’ka was in his hammock, head poking out of it and peering at you curiously.

“Din Djarin, you tease!” You tried to hide the smile pulling at your lips, but you knew it was a futile attempt. His chuckle and your light laughter urged adi’ka to giggle his own amusement.

“Ni mirdir vi ru'kir nuhoy o'r te oriya.” You looked over at him briefly, fingers skimming over the tools laid out for sale atop a table, attention captured by the environment that reminded you of the good parts of your childhood. Working on something that interested you, spurred on by the kind and encouraging words of your mother who hadn’t yet turned on you.

I think we should sleep in the city.

“Vi ganar te Crest.”

We have the Crest.

“Vi ganar a prudii, par jaon Tuur'ika jii.  Liser’t copad at alorir bic norac.”

We’ve had a shadow, for over an hour now. Don’t want to lead them back.”

“Ni kar’taylir.”

I know.

“Vi ru'kir ve'ganir a yamika, nayc? Hiibir baatir be te prudii.  Dinui at jor'adir.  A pel haav, nadala skraan, a holo net, nadala pirun…”

We should book a room. To shake off the shadow. A reward to celebrate. Soft bed, fresh food, a holo net, a hot bath…

“Nadala pirun?” Something simmered behind his words, the hint of a promise in yours stirring something in him. The glint in your eye as you successfully negotiated what you wanted, as if he had been willing to turn you down after asking after it. He would give you anything you asked for, you were discovering, as long as it was within reason. Wanting for you to be comfortable and feel like yourself in any way. You were grateful for all that he offered you, for the chance to discover yourself after so long, and who could argue with a night spent in a fancy hotel?

“One with a lot of bubbles and water so hot it steams up the entire fresher.” You finally turned your attention to him, switching back to speaking in Basic, a pair of goggles in your hand. “Maybe I’ll let you join me.”

Walking away from him and back to where the vendor had appeared from the back, leaving him to his thoughts of your offer.

He was unnervingly still the rest of the time spent in the shop, keeping a healthy distance as you talked to the discussed what the pieces you provided were worth, the materials they were made from, the techniques used to create them, all to help him gauge what he could sell them for. He agreed to give you a handsome sum for the pieces you were selling, enough to make you internally question how long it had been since he’d been able to offer this kind of work.

“If you’re ever back this way, don’t hesitate to drop by. My partner and I would be willing to buy whatever you have, the craftsman ship is exquisite, truly.”

You both left the shop, walking side by side through the bustling street, full of people in the midday hour.

“How much did he offer you?”

“Oh, like four thousand per piece? Which is pretty high considering most plated armor goes for about six for a full set, but he liked that it was handmade, the quality of the metal. He really liked the stitching pattern I used to give the pieces more durability that will enhance the longevity of them.”

“I’ve been in the wrong line of work then.”

“Nonsense, how much do you average for a job?”

“Depends on the risk. More often than not, like back on Sorgan, what is offered is enough and then shelter and food are appreciated. Not particular about rates or standards, but the Guild would offer one to two thousand for intermediate quarries.”

“How very admirable of you, burc’ya.”

Friend.

That’s what he was, to you. Perhaps it was a tame way of describing his place in your life. But it was a start, it was comfortable. Being around him, getting to know the intimate parts of each other’s lives, sharing parts of yourselves with each other that no one else knew of. A bond that was growing with each passing day.

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[kabukibun]

I imagine scara first trying to push his feelings for mommy away, because shes his mom!.. he cant fall for her!.. right?..

so he goes to experiment from people with his school (modern au bc idk how to write this if it was canon genshin fatui shit), he goes to find some pretty girls from his school and flirts with them.. but non of them give the same feelings as mommy..

he gets upset and goes to google somethings..

but no results.. so he goes to mommy.. she explains that its okay and kisses him <33

(but if it was in genshin au, if he would flirt with anyone it would probably be la signora?? he hates her but would flirt with her just to see if he actually likes mommy of just has a mommy kink (since la signora gives huge mommy vibes) (and spoiler alert: he got both))

(and I wanna suck la signora’s tits)

(also I ordered from vinted bc I’m from europe </3)

(ALSO I still got a draft but it involves non con and I Wanna be sure your okay with that 😭🤞)

-💜

Trying to ignore these feelings, Scara tries to flirt with anyone he can. That alone is fine, but when he tries to have sex, or even just kiss anyone, he can only think of Mommy so he can never go through with it.

His everything is reserved for her, but he still struggles accepting it. He might explain his feelings in a fit of frustration with Mommy, surprised when she kisses him on the lips, nibbling at his bottom lip. He pops a boner from that alone. He could almost cum from that, actually.

He tries to flirt with La Signora, trying to drop sexual innuendos, but the words come out bitter and he can't help but scowl throughout the entire interaction. It's then and there he decides no one, no matter how much of a motherly vibe they have, compare to his Mommy.

(pls signora come back u were so hot)

(ahhh i don't have any experience with that site since i'm from the u.s :( has the seller shipped it yet?? it may just be a problem with the shipping company)

(yes! dw i've written some noncon on this blog so it's totally okay to send!)

[thesecretattic]

DEATH NOTE

Kisiki do logo ki laash pe se apni “wannabe” Shaadi baraat nikaale simply cuz everyone else was marrying in Cov times. Shameless people Harsh and his FAKE lugaai she should read this and see how serious it is especially about Aditya Singh Rajput and his death and my death. More SHOCKING things about Harsh and what he said or did back then he turned the tables after that. Please read it entirely it’s VERY IMPORTANT.

“I was pretty too at 20-21 I was looking fair and cute without makeup in broad daylight BUT he ruined me”

I was struggling to breathe n I was breathing in bits I can’t walk even upto the bathroom my pressure was falling tremendously and my vision had turned WHITE and blurry I couldn’t see anything in the bathroom and I cud feel numb and lifeless and all the blood levels being sucked out of my brain I was cold inside it was chilly ice cold in my head I’m somehow writing this

Its VERY IMPORTANT pls read it I had to jot it down again ignore typos or lack of punctuation marks. Relying on autocorrect.

You all know that he Harsh Jayesh Rajput came first to me and the story has been going on since the past 8-10 years! All MY YOUTH I’m dyin-g a lip virgin or virgin today I was treated like an untouchable now no one will accept me in this age

NEXT you’ve seen the SHOCKING OBVIOUS signs along with all the markings in my previous posts (at least from June 2023 I’ve been sharing them since years now and there are more than 1000s of coincidences or signs since the past 10 years there’s not been a single day I haven’t received them) they all revolve around me and Harsh

Yet inspite of that since he himself came AND THEN STARTED ACTING ODD like OCD for no reason he wud like my pics on some dating app they had a Snapchat like feature he was already in my list and you could upload 24 hr selfies or posts he would religiously like them BUT not utter a single word, I have all the screenshots in my old laptop, he had also ASKED for my bb pin but he was not adding either and then he was talking to my fake ID which he knew was me he even taunted and left innuendos he was asking if I was single and sending kiss emojis even on day one he was sounding very happy but he was blocking the REAL ID and he was going on being ambivalent and bipolar he would come and then block.

I didn’t want to say all that, I can’t share much in detail my hands and feet are ice cold and I’ve cried a lot and I have fever too and my health condition was already critical since the past 3 days I’ve been struggling and hampering to breathe I can’t even walk up to the bathroom I told u what happened. That’s why I’ve been sleeping for hours throughout the day I’ve been up since 12 am today the whole night crying due to my mother’s torture and this issue.

IN 2019 I sent those gifts to make up for the book and because his fans would not send anything, Taher and Aneri wud always flaunt, I had stopped watching TV in 2015 itself and I’ve never heard his voice in real life, so I was NOT some fan he came first he was interested he was asking for the bb pin je was liking the photos he was sending kiss emojis FIRST and he was asking if I was single, he had used WORDS LIKE “DEAR AND DARLING” I still remember cuz I’m not used to this, someone using such terms of endearments for me, no one talks to me leave alone nicely. I know it’s cheesy but I have mixed feelings about it cuz it was him I thought it was safe.

I SENT those gifts to makeup for the book even thought I had not divulged anything about him in the book I have high fever n low pressure + shallow breathing I might just die after writing this post pls read I sent them across hoping I’ll find someone ELSE cuz he just went away without giving me a chance I have mentioned how he was luring me with the kisses and those other things go READ them had to say that, but then he SHOWED everyone that it was one sided and he humiliated me publicly in front of the world,

Since he was doing that I thought I’ll find someone else eventually and the gifts were just to makeup for the book which had nothing about him I wanted to make him happy cuz i loved him but I could only do it materialistically because he hated me now (due to unknown reasons) I was like he can take those things and be happy and I can love him from far or send him that love and I’ll find someone else but he took that opportunity again to humiliate me, he didn’t thank I had made those cards and everything on my own and wrapped those 14 gifts on an EMPTY stomach but he didn’t thank nor did he return them cuz of that OCD of direct contact which grew after 2015 even more, back then he allowed himself to talk to the fake ID or just like the pics and he was then using his engaged friend’s ID that too on the dating app HE CONNECTED with me there and added me on Instagram I had shared about it on my blog the article was - Biggest Revelation or something it has a HUGE shocking sign too. He had even read that (Harsh Jayesh Rajput) anyway his OCD grew so much that he became insensitive (go through all my posts from 2020 pandemic year IT WAS ON A VERY HEINOUS LEVEL) I’m dy-ing today after 8 years of total (bed) confinement because of him, and he neither thanked nor returned the gifts to avoid any contact (OCD) and he was sitting there making fun or god knows what. Like I said I was giving them to makeup for the book and I had already thought I’ll find someone else but He even took that opportunity to reject and humiliate me in front of my cruel mother and his friends and family and eventually on internet, he himself had sent kisses and called me all sorts of things (terms of endearment) he was religiously liking the pics he was vying for that bb pin and from behind he was showing everyone that I was chasing him.

The coincidences and signs continued and next he got worse during the pandemic year AFTER which I started writing about him to seek help or to wake him up.

HE received my messages on iMessage sat there SEEING OUR SIGNS AND MARKINGS until He changed them and now I see Aneri’s numbers which torture me there’s always 53 & 23 together (5 is him and 2 is me) it started as our marriage signs you’ll understand when you’ll read my previous posts but now I see 63 somewhere lurking around along with her birthdate. I’m done. He can have a threes-ome like he said (it was his fantasy) to that fake acc he can have that with that now porno Nida and Aneri she was wearing straps and what not on her thighs that Nida no pants just like Harsh if he’s so obsessed he can do that. I want a REAL love story and actual passion if at all not such FAKE ORGAS-MS it’s all forced when you force yourself too… otherwise you don’t need handcuffs or garters. It’s in fact tacky, real lovers just need each other after all that’s what it’s all about you don’t need ENTICEMENTS.

If they had what was the most important to me he meant the entire world I loved style even when he was poor and he would repeat clothes I loved him for the same attire even the 50th time, my name happened to be Zara for a reason like the brand I was born like that my grandmother named me she wasn’t even aware of the brand. I wud dress up like that since I was a toddler. But those cheap girls had his LEATHER JACKET and Ear Stud so now I don’t want him. I’m not a beggar enough of this! Or else I’ll change my gender. I’ve cried enough.

They had him at his best even when I loved him at his worst.

This is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:

I LOVED HIM A LOT I NEVER STALKED HIM AFTER 2016 Feb n I had stopped watching tv in 2015 itself whatever I came across was accidentally through other people, anyway I HATED myself and I was feeling very hopeless but then I remembered that I loved him even when he was looking dark in his Photos back then in 2014-15 in fact that’s why I had chosen him because I wud stay away from people who were fair and white or rich. So I chose him cuz I thought he was like me (fair-golden-dark mixed) or darker I don’t exactly fall into that dusky category but I’m not white. I’m losing breath I can’t write I’m numb I’m dy-ing I’ll copy paste rest everything from an old post cuz I’ll be reiterating it anyway. BUT FIRST I have to write this down somehow - I told myself I hate how I am and I know no will ever accept me I’m an “untouchable virgin” I got a reality check on 5th mar regarding the extent to which anyone can hate and all the INSENSITIVITY he left me to die and so did others I was open to someone “new” I had decided to find another person I thought someone else will come along even while sending those gifts I WAS ENTIRELY RELIANT on somebody else (who just wasn’t there) because Harsh was not there for me either, I kept getting abused ruthlessly I was beaten up a day PRIOR to the gifts I couldn’t sleep on one side my neck and head were swollen and even my fingers and hands with purple marks in this fibromyalgia I was beaten to death and even told I should die, I already had fever and infection also back then but I got only beatings no rest was up all night no medicine and no food had to ear my antibiotics on empty stomach then 5th Mar happened and I realised how much I was HATED.

My CONVICTIONS grew after that and I realised why THERE WAS NO ONE he had not given me any chance either although he had come first sent kiss emojis religiously liked several pics throughout the month, asked if I was single asked for the bb pin somehow used his friend to fetch my Instagram acc and also called me Dear and Darling etc. etc. But inspite of that and tons of signs he hated me and I realised he probably had superficial shallow reasons to do that and so did everyone else SO I DECIDED FIGHT BACK cuz I knew I would die alone in this abusive house if I won’t.

I was pretty too at 20-21 I was looking fair and cute without makeup in broad daylight BUT he ruined me

I remembered that all these factors which make me feel hopeless now after he has spoilt my looks were the same things I OVERLOOKED he was 7 years older than me and I was 20 back so it’s not like he didn’t have bad days, I said I hate myself but I loved him even when I saw his feet in the pic they were looking Dark Brown Sindbad promotional event when i last stalked in 2016 Feb I still loved him and told myself you can’t even imagine hating someone’s tired feet white or black, especially him I loved him blindly and dearly. And in other pics he was looking dark extremely dark so I thought he looked like that naturally otherwise I wud distance myself from fair or rich ppl NEVER even now, is a NO so I didn’t hate him in fact I loved him but I’m hopeless, then I was thinking about weight gain due to my sedentary life HE GOT ME BED RIDDEN otherwise I was 30 kgs due to stress in 2019, but I had a muscular physique (naturally) so I was broader and taller than Aneri not that petite otherwise she will read this and tell everyone I was rejectable she got a love bite I’m an untouchable virgin till now and she will tell everyone I deserved it, no I was broader and slightly taller too due to my bone structure (long hands and legs) they would tell me I should become a model when I was in my teens

He ruined that also, but I saw a sign which reminded me of something related to him so it wasn’t just his dark feet or complexion I had also seen his double chin in 2014-15 and puffy face and pimples too and I still loved him dearly. And when I was talking about “tond” Hindi word which another girl had mentioned cuz she was conscious about it I remembered THAT IN HIS BIRTHDAY pic he had that also! When I last saw in 2016 and I still loved and respected him inspite of that TOND I would’ve never left him and been around forever and ever I loved him that much

and I was punished for it.

He was poor too I still loved him. I was okay with 1% of looks and 99% ugliness or whatever poor financial status poor grammar etc. the complexion the tond the double chin the repeat clothes everything I had to share that cuz I want other girls to understand that you are NOT a loser if you feel conscious about the same things. I liked him irrespective of that and I didn’t want anyone else but him. Unfortunately he wasn’t like that and he turned out completely different and wrong I told God if he would’ve sent someone who was actually like that (full of flaws) he wouldn’t have done this. He is very proud of himself. I cried a lot even while arguing with God.

I was okay with 1% looks like I said but I didn’t want someone who was scary, boring, dull, random or creepy. I am from Gen Z he’s a millennial his parents are boomers mine are Gen X so obvs I wanted someone who would speak my language and keep up with my pace, someone of my caliber who would fathom what I’m saying but I was FORCED to talk to illiterate ppl who were adding me as “secret admirers” random creepy salacious pervs from Bhopal and all they would not understand a single word in English totally incoherent and uneducated ppl all uncouth from some village area, they weee creepy ugly not even those 1% looks scary NO STYLE even if he repeating his clothes it was different this man was nowhere like him I’m from a metropolitan city from the newer generation NO ONE WILL ACCEPT OR TOLERATE THIS NONSENSE! That perv ewww his eyes were demonic as if he wud wear Kajal (kohl) and he was very lecherous and all yucks full por-nhead I didn’t deserve that! He couldn’t even say “What’s up?” No youthfulness I wanted someone of my level like Harsh but he was chasing ppl out of his league.

And here’s the BIGGEST thing which haunts me and makes me cry day and night, whenever he wud block I wud black out and get a hammering headache and my heart wud stop too after that I got that destabilising “cluster headache” issue and fibromyalgia due to constant torture he kept blocking and liking sporadically FOR NO REASON but he was trying to lure and humiliate me and show me - this is the main part due to which I can’t live and I cry, he was trying to prove that I’m my worst nightmare I’m a “creep” like that Bhopali perv and I deserve to get married or rapd by one. It’s the same thing if girls aren’t attracted (moreover he’s illiterate n pervy and he doesn’t even understand any English or anything to talk in common he won’t understand my ideas he’s to salacious anyway) ITS NOT “double standards you misogynists” there’s a scientific réason which I HAD ALREADY DEFIED for his wrinkles, his advanced age, his double chin, his complexion which was there in the photos his Tond (that Hindi word) his horrible haircut, and all those erroneous pics which made me believe he was ugly in real life and natural lighting only 1% looks where 0.5% was style and personality, AND I STILL LOVED HIM

I defied that scientific logic for him cuz I loved him.

I can’t get rapd by someone who doesn’t even have that 1 or 0.5% you want to read that tond part again? If we aren’t attracted then we aroused and then we are not lubricated either and then it’s forced entry which is r-ape. Lubricators don’t work so many girls have complained and why shud I?

I was molested when I was in KG as a toddler that’s how our life is in India and I shud let someone like that creep touch me? Forget lubrication!

He showed me that I’m my worst nightmare and I deserve that.

That Bhopali and another Bihari guy TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HIM (didn’t want to get communal not all Biharis are such but ppl are sick of each other in their own culture even in our religion I don’t want to get married to Dadi-walas bearded men cuz they keep 2-3 wives illegally another girl was complaining about it that too in Hijab don’t underestimate Muslim girls) so they took advantage of that and created an ID called Harsh last year to write something in their horrible grammar/English and then as a backup plan block me to torture me more as Harsh this time he wasn’t him it was a fake ID but he blocked too and made Preet block me too after I sent those LINKS with signs cuz he hates them and he doesn’t want to see them I sent them again from my laptop’s iMessage. He turned a blind until he managed to get Aneri’s signs too (the DEVIL shows her numbers) I had seen Zara Rajput NOT just numbers like her’s and I had also seen several ZH here and there and even SHARED all those shocking screenshots all across social media, with all the relevant markings and stuff. Our names had again come up with 53-23 marriage signs and all this has happened many times before, even our birthdates but he will not even look at them

I wanted a platonic relationship but then some fortune telling site LITERALLY SHOWED ME this - I wasn’t expecting that it had my words which I never VOICED

I would say in my head that I don’t want to ruin anyone’s life I don’t like “INJUSTICE” even though scientifically it pains girls not men if they aren’t attracted to anyone, but I opted to be the nail instead of the hammer cuz I don’t want to be my worst nightmare like he showed, so that was however the Injustice part I like fairness and I didn’t want injustice for anymore so I came up with platonic which meant love and care but no intimacy, but I knew that the other person might not care if he’s not ready to (fully) accept me in a complete relationship like I overlooked Harsh and all those things if it’s not like that then I can’t expect much concern either.

The site said “Going through the hardest things ever, unimaginable struggles and pain but Giving Blind JUSTICE to others and ignoring the natural and immediate need for care, love and intimacy.” It’s as they read my platonic idea or mind :/

I jotted it down so that I can be more comfortable in a platonic relationship but I didn’t want to budge from that. Or else I wanted you o be just house mates. I was cute and fair once and his pics too had only that 1% looks and I loved him but things changed and he left me behind. And even ruined me.

He is making me feel like I’m my worst nightmare you know how or why you’ve read enough I can’t keep typing you know he’s still DOING THAT he knows about the ring too and those signs and the Devil’s involvement BE KEPT TURNING A BLIND EYE until his Friend DIED and how shameless he’s still doing that.

Fetch Diana’s post she was afraid of car accidents and the devil made sure her car would run into the 13th pillar and there were more numbers which I can’t even take here which I saw in Harsh’s case cuz he was HELPING THE DEVIL in surfacing me my worst fears and nightmares, inspite of OUR MARRIAGE signs he got married and it still kills le I wasn’t ready to stalk him so the Devil Killed Aditya Singh Rajput like Diana to show me Harsh’s ring. He knew my fear of rings EVEN IN INDIA where it’s highly uncommon, they exchange rings there but I was afraid of spotting a gold ring on his ring finger which I eventually saw at the funeral.

He was insensitive to me and he left me to did but that new fake wife had him wrapped around her finger in no time he was putting reels with Jiya hardly in Oct last year I saw due to an accidental click on a fanclub ID and within a few months that new woman GOT HIM LAID that too forever. He didn’t throw the ring. I’m dyi-ng after this I just wanted to share this whole culminated note to describe everything for one last time but his love for her and insensitivity towards me is killing me that too for no reason - Zara Sauleh Bye you’ll never see more signs again I’m dy-ing forever. He was the worst man I had ever met after my mother I’m dyin-g that virgin and it’s okay ur fake wife must be used to this, she’s that creep you were showing me she’s SHAMELESS and opportunistic that that Bhopali to take advantage and come and sleep with someone else’s LOVE I’m not you’ve read enough.

Zara Sauleh

Additional notes copy pasted after which I’ll die a silent death:

Aneri was white like Mohsin and Aaditya Kapadia and Srman Harsh was never that fair, Aaditya however is married a girl who’s dusky and darker than me, and Srman too was seen with the darkest girl possible way more darker than me… it was some random sketchy girl though anyway Harsh is the only one chasing someone whiter. And HE TURNED OUT TO BE MY WORST NIGHTMARE

For girls it’s not easy to look good, we lose a lot of haemoglobin count during periods, speaking of pms this is why it’s easier for men to look better - we get PMS symptoms for almost 20 days they start before our period at times even 11-12 days prior and last all the way for another 10 days and then Ovulation, during both the times we are in pain even during the latter and our skin breaks out, our hair is frizzier, we get bloating not only in the stomach but also in the face, fingers and legs… so if we’ll match our looks we are going to end up with someone who’s dumb average minded and it’s riskier because as “men” they aren’t safe they don’t have noble intentions, these same people who wouldn’t have anything to talk about will only think of fcking and it hurts girls not men if we aren’t turned on or aroused, none of us is in interested in their body girls have assets to turn men on men have nothing, except for the face and some even have a very feminine physique even though women are more likely to gain weight (again due to science and comparatively a slower metabolism) so they literally have nothing and if we aren’t aroused then we aren’t lubricated (girls have already said lubricators don’t work) when we aren’t lubricated it’s a FORCED ENTRY ITS RAPE I mean clearly we are not even interested… then they don’t match our mentality thoughts or caliber eww. In India the problem is men are chasing girls who are out of their league they all want someone one notch higher when the fact is it’s easier for them to look good unlike us who face pms and ovulation (read that again) for 30 days that’s almost a month so it should have been the other way round.

[peggyrose19]

Day 3: Candy Cane

Perhaps I should have an actual posting schedule? Eh, my brain life is too hectic for that. So writing this one was…a challenge. Mainly because everything I wrote somehow turned into an innuendo and there was very little I could do about that. You’re getting it anyway, so deal with it. This is partly based on true events, I have in fact had multiple of those large candy canes, however never in one sitting. That idea came from this post. Sorry @wingscanspeak but it’s just never going away. Also shout out to @peanut-the-goalie for reminding me of dagger candy canes, thank you for that. Enjoy petulant Sirius being a child and Remus being exasperatedly in love with him. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin. 

“There’s no way you could possibly eat that whole thing.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Oh no.” 

Remus immediately regretted his words as he stared at Sirius, holding a truly monstrous candy cane in his hands. It wasn’t even a candy cane really, more of a stick, almost the length of his forearm and nearly an inch in diameter. And Sirius, ever one for a challenge, had decided that he needed to eat the entire thing in one sitting. He plopped onto the couch next to Remus, grinning wildly. 

“It’s going to make you sick,” Remus tried. He knew it was futile, knew Sirius would never back down once his mind was made up. But he had to at least try to stop him. Right? It would make him a bad boyfriend if he didn’t at least try. 

“I’ll be fine,” Sirius said easily, and began unwrapping it. “It really is big, isn’t it?” 

Remus just sighed, pointedly ignoring the double meaning of that statement. With a grin that said he knew exactly where Remus’ brain had gone, Sirius stuck the end in his mouth.

A little while later, Sirius had worked the end of the candy into a sharp point, testing it on his tongue. 

“It’s like a dagger!” he exclaimed happily. And then waved it around as if fighting an invisible opponent, nearly taking out Remus’ eye in the process. 

He yelped, and then sighed again. “Baby, I love you, but if you hit me with that, I will take it from you.”

Sirius just pouted and stuck it back in his mouth. Remus sighed and turned back to his book.

“Remus?” the soft voice came about an hour later. He looked up warily. Sirius was pouting, face gone a bit pale.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I feel sick.” 

“Well, of course you do Pads, you’ve eaten what, two thirds of that thing? In one sitting? I don’t really know what you expected here.” 

“Remus,” Sirius whined, laying his head in his lap. “Help me.” 

He sighed exasperatedly, running a loving hand through Sirius’ long hair. “I don’t know what you want me to help you with in this situation, love.”

“Make me feel better?” Sirius looked at him with pleading eyes. 

“And how do you expect me to do that?”

Sirius tipped his chin up invitingly. Shaking his head fondly, Remus leaned down and kissed him gently. His lips were sticky, they tasted like peppermint. With a smile, Remus cupped his cheek, kissing him deeper. Sirius whined. 

Then Remus pulled away.

“Feel better now?” 

Sirius groaned, head falling back onto Remus’ legs. “Moony.” 

Fighting a smirk, Remus grabbed his book again and placed it on Sirius’ face, opening to the page he’d been on, and continued reading. Not a moment later it was yanked from his grasp and Remus was once again staring down at a pouty Sirius Black. 

“Hi, Pads.” 

“Hi.” Sirius stared up at him adoringly, candy cane forgotten in his hand. 

“You having fun?”

The frown was back. “No.” 

“I did warn you.”

“Nobody likes an I-told-you-so Moony,” Sirius said, poking Remus in the side and making him flinch. 

“Well, maybe you should have listened then,” he shrugged. 

Sirius frowned, before pushing himself back into a sitting position. With a resolute look in his eyes, he began sucking on his candy cane once more.

Another hour passed as Sirius bit and licked until the candy slowly disappeared, teeth aching and tongue going rough. 

“I hate this so fucking much,” he muttered intermittently. Remus just smirked every time, making Sirius glare. “Don’t.”

 He had finally reached the last bite. 

It had taken over three hours, but, finally, there was only one little nub left.

Sirius studied it for a moment, fingers and mouth sticky.

“So,” Remus said, propping his head up on his hand, “How do you feel? Accomplished? You proud of your achievement?”

“Fuck off.” 

With a long sigh, Sirius flipped off the last bit of candy and stuck it in his mouth. 

“I am never eating one of those again!” he declared as soon as it disappeared into his stomach. “And if I ever taste anything minty again, it will be too soon.” 

“Okay, Pads,” Remus just laughed. He figured then was not the time to bring up the mint toothpaste sitting in the bathroom. 

Sirius groaned, hand on his stomach, and laid down on Remus’ lap again, eyes falling closed. “‘M tired.” 

“Do you want some actual food now?” Sirius nodded. “C’mon, let’s head to the Great Hall, it’s nearly dinnertime anyway.” With a soft kiss to Sirius’ forehead, Remus pushed him up gently and stood, reaching a hand down to help him up. Still holding hands, they headed slowly for the portrait. 

As Sirius got ready for bed that night, Remus lay in his bed, book in hand, staring blankly at the pages, listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom. 

“God fucking dammit!” a loud voice came a moment later, and Remus smirked. It seemed Sirius had discovered the toothpaste. 

So maybe Remus wasn’t that responsible of a boyfriend.

[jaeminsz]

good boys go to heaven (m) - s. jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader (she/her)

genre: 80′s!au, church boy!jake, experienced!reader, smut

warnings: religious innuendos, corruption, jake kinda acts like a perv, y/n is lowkey manipulative, smut [sub!jake, dom!reader, loss of virginity, protected sex, masturbation (m), humping, public sex, voyeurism, praise kink, oral sex (m & f receiving), usage of ‘puppy’ / ‘pup’ towards jake, overstimulation]

word count: 13.5k+

summary: all good boys go to heaven but jake sim has secured a place in hell, thanks to you.

a/n: this is 80% smut and 20% actual plot + i was too lazy to edit and google docs was not working properly, so this piece is unedited! ignore any mistakes pls! AND let me know what you guys think about it! 

His whole life, Jake tried to be the perfect son his parents could ask for. The boy was kind and respectful, always listening to whatever his parents needed to say. He fulfilled his parents’ every wish, always with a bright smile on his face. He graduated high school at the top of his class, always getting the best marks in every exam. He never failed to be his teacher’s favorite. He had close friends who enjoyed his presence and he never failed to spend quality time with them. Most importantly, being the son of a Christian family, he had never skipped going to church on Sunday’s. 

From a young age, Jake was taught the good, the bad and the red line separating them. He was never the one to commit such sins. Even if he did, he would have been ashamed for the rest of his life. However, as he grew up and learned stuff about the world outside of the rules he was made to follow, he realized how thin the line between good and bad was. Foremost, he learned why sins were actually called sins and the reason why they were prohibited. 

It all started with you. 

Instead of going on a boy’s trip, Jake decided to return to his hometown for the spring break. College took its toll on the boy, he just wanted two weeks of peace. Plus, he was sick of eating nothing but instant ramen during his dorm experience since neither he nor his roommate knew how to cook a simple meal. Jake needed power to finish the rest of his semester and the only thing that could make Jake keep going was his mom’s cooking. Not to mention, he also missed his friends from high school and after hearing that all three of them would be back home for the spring break, Jake didn’t need to think twice before buying his bus tickets.

Of course, his parents had to take Jake to the church on the first Sunday of his arrival. It had been a while since he stepped into the old church. The scent of wood and the smell of damp filled his senses. His shoes clicked with every step he took on the stone floor. His eyes watched the sunlight come through from the colored rose windows. The wooden bench creaked when he took a seat next to his parents, wishing that his older brother was with them too but sadly, he had to work in the city. 

It was usual for most of the residents of the town to attend church on Sunday mornings. Since it was a small town, everybody recognized each other. Even if Jake didn’t know every single person’s name, he was familiar with the faces that appeared, except for one of them. 

To say that the spotlight was on you when you walked into the crowd of people trying to find a seat wouldn’t be a lie. Jake was sure his eyes weren’t the only ones staring at your figure. With the white dress you were wearing, Jake could swear that you were an angel. He kept his eyes on you as you chatted with a boy younger than him, Jake remembering his name being Jungwon, as you took a seat a few rows in front of where he was sitting. He could barely hear your voice from all the people talking. He wondered what your business was with the Jungwon kid as he caught a glimpse of you smiling at whatever the younger boy said. Jake didn’t even realize that he was staring until you turned around, making eye contact with him. Jake jumped slightly on his seat, looking down at his feet immediately. Knowing that he was caught in the act, his ears turned red from embarrassment. If he was just a little bit more daring, he would have caught you smiling at him. After getting caught, Jake thought it would be better if he gave his attention to the service rather than you but he couldn’t help but steal a few glances here and there as the day continued. 

Jake went outside for his parents to come instead of waiting in the church when the service ended. They did take a long time chatting with every single person who attended that day. He could have walked home but it was a bit too hot to walk for his liking. Plus, the car had AC. Even though Jake's eyes were mostly on you, he didn’t catch you leaving in the middle of the service. Maybe that was the reason why he didn’t want to walk to his house as soon as he got out. He wanted to see you one more time and maybe get your name. 

‘’Hey Jake! Have you seen my sister by any chance?’’ He heard Jungwon ask from behind, making him turn around to face the boy. 

‘’Sister? Isn’t she standing next to your dad?’’ Jake questioned, pointing where Jungwon’s father and sister were standing, conversing with random people. 

‘’Ugh- Not that one. My step-sister actually. My dad recently got married with her mother and they moved in a few days ago. Soon enough, I found out that she likes to vanish into thin air.’’ Jungwon rambled, looking around for his so-called-new-sister. ‘’She was sitting next to me, the one who wore a white dress… The one who caught you staring at her?’’ Jungwon added, teasing the older boy with a smile on his face. 

‘’First of all, I haven’t seen her. Secondly, I wasn’t staring. I was just curious because I’ve never seen her around here before.’’ Jake shrugged, looking away from Jungwon’s gaze as if he was running away. 

‘’Her name is Y/N by the way, if you were wondering. Anyways, she left saying that she had to use the bathroom but never came back afterwards. I went to look for her, in case something bad happened since nobody takes that long to use the bathroom but she wasn’t there.’’ Jungwon let out a sigh, wondering where you ran off.

‘’Maybe she was feeling dizzy and went to the infirmary. It’s pretty hot today, you know…’’ 

‘’Anyway, if you see her around can you tell her to text me? Also I saw Heeseung earlier, he was looking for you.’’ Jungwon mentioned before his father called him over. He waved a quick goodbye before leaving Jake’s side. 

Hearing Heeseung’s name, Jake decided to go back inside and look for his friend since he hadn’t seen him get out either. His parents were still in a deep conversation with their neighbors and looking at it, they didn’t plan on ending the talk anytime soon. 

See, since Jake’s parents took him to the church whenever they got the chance, he knew the place like the back of his hand. When they were children, Jake and his friends loved playing hide and seek at the back of the church where they had private rooms or downstairs where the storage was. Without any doubt, Jake made his way downstairs to the storage room since it was the place Heeseung loved to hide the most. The storage room was also a place where Heeseung liked to go when he had stuff to think about. 

Jake smiled to himself as he walked to the storage room. He could already hear Heeseung’s quiet voice. As he got closer, he could hear somebody else’s voice. Was Heeseung with somebody? Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, Jake saw that the door of the room wasn’t fully closed. In order not to disturb, Jake took a quiet step and held the doorknob, opening the door enough to see who was in the room with his friend. He was being extremely careful for the door not to creak or make any noise. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes enough to see what was going on in the other side of the room from the opening. 

To say that Jake was shocked at the sight in front of him was not enough. With widened eyes, Jake decided it would be for the best if he just closed the door and left and forgot what he had just seen. But somehow his feet weren’t moving nor his eyes couldn’t help but stare at how his best friend was fucking you. 

Jake got a clear sight of you while Heeseung had his back to the door. The taller boy got you seated on a desk as he stood between your legs. With the skirt of your dress lifted over to your stomach, your white lace panties were dangling on your ankle as one of Heeseung’s hands was squeezing the flesh of your hip while the other one was one your mouth, trying to keep you as quiet as possible. Heeseung’s face was hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing the skin as his hips continued to ram into you. Your hands were on Heeseung’s broad shoulders, holding onto him for support. With Heeseung’s every move, Jake could hear your muffled cries of pleasure. 

Jake licked his lips as he felt his pants getting tighter. Not only he was feeling guilty watching you and Heeseung have sex inside the fucking church but now, he also got a hard-on by secretly watching you. 

When Heeseung let go of your mouth to wrap your legs around his torso, you wrapped your arms around his back and decided to rest your forehead on his shoulder. When you finally decided to look up again, Jake’s eyes met yours, making him raise his eyebrows in shock. Not only Jake was caught staring at you earlier in the morning but now he was caught watching you fuck his best friend. If Jake could die from embarrassment, this would be the right moment for it. Jake was ready to close the door and leave but the look in your eyes made him stay at his original spot. Jake would have thought that you would panic but your eyes said otherwise. It was something he had never seen nor felt before. 

Lust. 

He was taught that lust was one of the seven deadly sins. Lust was said to be selfish, a sexual craving that you failed to control. A desire that gives birth to a sin. 

Somehow you made lust look like a blessing rather than a sin as you kept staring into Jake’s dark eyes when you hit your orgasm. The look on your face when you came was imprinted on Jake’s mind already. He had never seen a person look that blissful. Jake thought, if lust was one of the seven deadly sins prohibited, and premarital sex was considered as a sin, why did it look so tempting? 

The following day, Jake found himself back in the church. Sitting by himself in the back corner, he asked for God’s forgiveness. Not only for watching you and Heeseung get intimate but also for what happened in the bathroom and when he got back home. 

Telling his parents that he wasn’t feeling good, Jake ran back to his room and locked the door behind him just like he did an hour ago when he found himself in the bathroom, still inside the church. There was no way Jake could step outside with a visible hard on in his pants and definitely not after you caught him. He asked for God’s forgiveness before unzipping his pants and lowering them along with his boxers as he sat down on the toilet, focusing on getting himself off. He had sinned once already, it wouldn’t really matter if he sinned more, right? 

Jake would be lying if he told that he hadn’t touched himself before. Of course he did. His morning woods didn’t go away magically. It was just that he didn’t do it often. 

He thought his boner would have gone away after his little getaway at the bathroom but he was still as hard as a rock when he arrived back at the house. He just couldn’t stop thinking of you; how angelic you looked even if you were committing such sin. Was Heeseung that good, you couldn’t keep your hands off him? Would Jake be able to make you feel as good as Heeseung did? Maybe even better? 

Jake wanted to be in Heeseung’s place so badly. He wanted to be the one to hear your needy moans up close and your touch against his skin. Would you also let Jake fuck you the way Heeseung did? With all these sinful thoughts clouding his mind, Jake couldn’t take it anymore. Once again that day, he found himself lowering his pants and boxers as he lay down on his cozy bed. He let out a quiet whimper when he touched his cock, his thumb grazing against his sensitive tip. With his other hand, he covered his mouth. God forbid what would happen if his parents came up to his room and caught him pleasuring himself. He couldn’t dare to make any noise. 

He spat on his other hand before bringing it back to touch his dick. He moved his hand slowly at first. He was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Squeezing his cock slightly, he started to move his hand faster. He spread the precum on his dick, getting it wetter so he could move his hand easier. The silence was replaced with the wet sounds of his hand pumping his dick. He wanted to keep it low-key but it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t get himself to slow down. Jake thought he had everything under control but suddenly everything turned messy. He was now biting on his hand not to make a noise. He closed his eyes to focus on his pleasure, the sight of you getting fucked by Heeseung appearing in front of him but this time, it wasn’t Heeseung but himself getting a taste of you. 

His hips bucked into his palm as he arched his back whenever his thumb brushed past his tip. His toes curled with every thrust of his hand, tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to moan your name so bad. Jake thought, if you enjoyed being watched, you would also enjoy watching him pleasure himself. He got even more turned on imagining you sitting by the edge of your bed as you ordered him around like a puppy. He would do literally anything to please you. 

Jake changed his position since his hand was getting tired. He lay on his stomach, hiding his face into his separate pillow. He folded the other pillow, putting it just under his abdomen. Jake didn’t have a single idea what he was doing but he really needed some kind of release and it seemed like humping his pillow would be one of the better choices he had in mind. With his nails digging into the white sheet covering his bed, he started moving his hips. He moaned into the pillow when he felt the friction against his cock. It was a satisfying feeling, the material of the pillow cover was soft, it didn’t burn like he had expected. 

As he continued to hump his pillow, he imagined rubbing his dick on your pussy. He had no doubt that you would feel a hundred times better than the pillow. He thought about kissing every inch of your body as you lay beneath him, begging him to fuck you. He just knew that you would sound so pretty moaning his name. Jake was ready to sell his soul to the devil to hear such intimate noises come out of you. Bonus point, if he was the reason for your pretty moans. 

Jake would never be able to erase the memory of you hitting your high and especially the state you were in when you came. He just couldn’t get the image out of his head. Your hair was all tangled up and messy, your lips were swollen, probably from kissing. Your legs were trembling as you tried to hold back your moan. Your face was glistening with sweat as Heeseung continued moving his hips to hit his own orgasm. 

Soon enough, Jake felt the familiar feeling of his orgasm building up. He started moving his hips faster. He slipped one hand between his body and the bed to massage his balls. He knew for sure that he was failing miserably when it came to keeping his mouth shut. He felt his dick twitch when he gave his balls a squeeze. It was getting hard holding himself up. Drops of sweat rolled down from the side of his face as he panted. 

Rolling on his back once again, he leaned against his elbow, holding himself up. His other hand wrapped around his dick again, jerking himself off as fast as he could. His eyes were locked on how his hand moved on his pulsating cock. Once again, he imagined it was your hand wrapped around his dick instead of his. The thought was enough for him to cum right there and then. 

‘’Fuck, Y/N-’’ He mewled right before he came into his hand. He continued to move his hand as he rode out his orgasm. Jake threw his head back with a not-so-quiet moan as he continued to release his seed. Jake didn’t know he was capable of cumming this much. 

After he finished, he couldn’t find the energy to get up and clean himself. He dragged himself out of the bed to take a quick shower in his bathroom. For the first time, Jake didn’t feel guilty about touching himself. Why would he when it felt like drinking lemonade after a hot day out? 

Jake was only back in town for the spring break, for only two weeks. He could go two weeks without bumping into you or simply ignoring you. It didn’t seem to be so hard and for two days, he was going better than he expected until Wednesday. 

Of course, his parents had to drag him to the bake sale taking place at the church’s back garden. He could have easily said that he was sick, again, but his parents acted quicker by handing him a try filled with chocolate chip cookies. 

He just knew that you would be present and not because he knew how much Jungwon enjoyed eating his mother’s chocolate chip cookies but because of the uneasy feeling he had inside. Jake's so-called sixth sense never lied to him and yet, once again his gut was right when he saw you standing right in front of him. 

‘’Are you going to ignore my presence or do you want me to sit on your lap that much to get your attention?’’ You said, making Jake look up from his phone. He was doing so well at ignoring you since he arrived at the bake sale. Jake was wrong to assume that you would also forget about what happened a few days ago but it seemed like you had other plans; plans that included him. 

‘’You want to buy some cookies for Jungwon?’’ Jake asked, trying to keep his cool. He looked unamused from the outside, but he was burning up inside. 

‘’You and I both know I’m not here for cookies.’’ You replied, taking a step closer to the boy. ‘’So you’re just going to ignore me and what you saw a couple of days ago, huh?’’ 

‘’It was none of my business so it would be for the best if we don’t bring it up ever again.’’ Jake shrugged, trying to ignore the tension between you and him.

‘’If it wasn’t your business, why didn’t you leave?’’ You leaned in, whispering in his ear. ‘’Not even after I caught you red handed. You’re into that kind of stuff, aren’t you Jake?’’ 

Jake’s breath hitched in his through when his name left your lips. His name sounded even sweeter when you were the one calling him. He turned his hand into a fist, knuckles turning white as he tried to hold himself back. It was funny how this was the first time you were having a conversation yet you had such a big effect on him. It seemed like you had caught up on it since your innocent smile was replaced with a sly smirk.

‘’You like it when I say your name? That’s cute.’’ You teased him, making his face turn red. 

‘’What you did was inappropriate. I don’t care what you do with your personal life but at a church really? And you left in the middle of service just to have sex with a guy? I know somebody who has a reserved place in hell.’’ Jake scoffed, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you. 

‘’That makes two of us. Did you also think about me when you were getting off in the bathroom?’’ You chuckled, making Jake stop dead in his tracks. ‘’Yeah, you weren’t being quiet but don’t worry nobody else heard you. You want everyone to think that you are the perfect Christian son but guess what? That ship has already sailed and left you behind. You’ve already got a taste of what can lust offer and on top of that, you enjoyed it. You want more. You crave for more. You are already in too deep, not even God will forgive you for your actions from now on. So tell me, do you want to see more or are you still going to beg for forgiveness?’’ 

In another universe, Jake would have ignored everything you said and maybe continued helping his family out by selling the infamous chocolate chip cookies. Maybe he would have acted the way his parents wanted. He would have made a decision according to his morals and ‘chose’ the right path. 

Maybe in another universe, he wouldn’t have ended up with his cock in your mouth in the same storage room where you and his best friend hooked up just a few days ago. 

Jake knew that he wasn’t going to last long from the moment you dropped on your knees in front of him. His knuckles turned white from how strong he was holding the edge of the desk he was leaning against when you pulled down his jeans along with his underwear, leaving his cock free. 

‘’God, Jake you’re so big.’’ You said, wrapping your fingers around his dick and moving it slightly. Jake gulped at the sudden contact and inhaled a deep breath. You just didn’t bring up God’s name while you were touching his cock.

‘’Please keep God’s name out of this. Don’t say it.’’ He requested with a quiet voice, earning a chuckle from you. 

‘’Oh, sweet boy.’’ You cooed, looking up to his red face as you continued to move your hand at a slow pace on his cock. ‘’You won’t remember the existence of God by the time I finish playing with you.’’

Your words made Jake’s eyes widen and before he could reply, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. He whimpered at the new feeling and bit down on his lip. He closed his eyes, not because of pleasure but from embarrassment. Here you were, with your pretty mouth on his cock and he didn’t know where to look, let alone what to do. 

You pulled back just seconds later and stopped your movements on his cock. ‘’Watch me, puppy.’’ To Jake, that sounded like an order, making him immediately open his eyes and look down at you, meeting your eyes. 

There it was, the change in your eyes. The exact same look you had when he watched you from the small opening of the door. The lustful gaze, the premier reason why he was here. 

‘’Good boy.’’ You mumbled, putting your hands on his bare thighs. ‘’Keep your eyes on me.’’ 

Once again, you put your mouth to good use and this time Jake’s eyes were on you. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw you take his cock into your mouth. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth was way better than his own hand, of course. He just wasn’t used to it. One thing he was sure about was that he wanted more. 

You started off with the tip again, swirling your tongue around it teasingly. Gradually, you took more of him. You held your tongue down, lapping at his cock as you tried to fill him in your mouth. With Jake staring at his cock disappearing between your lips, he tried so hard to hold back and not buck his hips. He let out a needy cry when he felt his tip brush the back of your throat. You looked up to him through your eyelashes, wanting to see his reaction. 

‘’Please.’’ He mouthed, craving for some kind of friction. He needed you to move, not that he wouldn’t come with you staying still with his dick in your mouth. He just wanted to experience the whole thing since there was no way he was going to get his dick sucked a second time. 

When you started to bob your head, he let out a shaky moan. It didn’t take you long enough to figure out that Jake was very vocal and he wasn’t trying to be subtle about it. You liked a man who didn’t hold back his moans. Since Jake let you know that you were, indeed , making him feel good, you moved at a faster pace. He whimpered every single time when his tip touched your throat, making you gag in progress. 

Jake was so lost in the pleasure he was receiving from you that there was nothing in his mind other than you and especially the urge to cum. The feeling was just too good, he couldn’t focus on anything else. With his dick twitching in your mouth, he figured out he was about to cum. It was kinda surprising that he lasted this long. He just needed a little bit more, he was just on the edge. Jake didn’t need to tell you that he was close, it was easy to read him. 

You focused on his sensitive tip again, sucking on it as you jerked off the rest of his cock. He was already letting tears of pleasure roll down his cheeks as he begged for more and more. His palms were sweating, his hands couldn’t hold the edge of the desk anymore since they were slipping. 

‘’God, please-’’ He whimpered, throwing his head back. 

He wanted to pull away, not sure if you were okay with him coming inside your mouth but when he tried to, you grabbed on his thighs tighter and didn’t let him. Good that he didn’t try again since the moment you dug your nails into his thighs, he was already painting your throat with his cum. Closing his eyes, he let out moan after moan. He opened them right back on time to watch you swallow his seed, your eyes staring into his as you licked your lips. 

‘’I thought we were not going to bring God’s name into this puppy.’’ You teased him as you got up, brushing dust away from your dress as Jake pulled up his jeans. 

‘’You are the devil herself.’’ Jake mentioned, still not coming to a conclusion, that he got his dick sucked, in a church, while his parents were selling cookies outside. 

‘’You’re not far from it either now, are you? Better take that purity ring off your fingers. God knows what you did.’’ You snickered, eyeing his finger. Jake hid his hand as his cheeks turned red. Suddenly guilt washed over him again. 

‘’This was a mistake.’’ Jake spoke, not glancing at your way before making his way over to the door and getting out, leaving you alone in the dusty room with a knowing smirk on your face. 

Jake didn’t expect to sit right across from you at the local diner when the original plan was to meet up with his friends, not you. When he saw you enter the diner with Heeseung, he felt like his head was going to explode. He didn’t like how you laughed at everything Heeseung said, how touchy you got with him and most importantly how you didn’t even look at Jake’s way ever since you arrived. 

Jake knew he was in the wrong for feeling this type of way. He was the one to say what happened between you two was a mistake and leaving. He hated how he craved more of you. He was jealous of how Heeseung could joke around and make you laugh, how he could touch you easily and how he got to fuck you first. 

Jake despised how you were able to ruin his life in less than a week and pushed him to commit not only one, but now two deadly sins; lust and envy. 

‘’I hope you guys didn’t mind me bringing Y/N along.’’ Heeseung started when you left to use the bathroom. ‘’She was hanging around by herself in front of the church so I asked her to come. She’s pretty, isn’t she?’’ 

‘’Hmm, heard that she was Jungwon’s step-sister. Jay is a lucky one since he can just show up in front of Jungwon’s door whenever he wants to.’’ Sunghoon sighed, playing with the napkins in front of him. 

‘’Why would you think that?’’ Jay shook his head, taking a sip from his drink.

‘’Aren’t you his tutor or something? You can use the tutor card to see his new sister every day. I mean I’d do that.’’ Sunghoon explained, nudging his friend’s arm.

‘’First of all, you were disgusting. Second, why didn’t I think of that?’’ Jay says in awe, patting Sunghoon’s back before turning to Jake. ‘’You met her at the church, right Jake?’’ 

Jake nodded in response, not in the mood to talk nor listen to the conversation his friends were having about you. 

‘’Fuck- Is she a church girl? She’s going to be hard to pull off then.’’ Sunghoon muttered, sad that his plans failed even before he got a chance to try it out. 

‘’She’s not, don’t worry.’’ Heeseung snickered, a smirk on his face. ‘’Talking from experience.’’

There was nothing more Jake wanted to do than punch Heeseung in the face. To think about it, he wanted to punch Sunghoon and Jay too. Them talking about girls wasn’t something new. Whenever the four of them returned to their hometown for a small break from the university life, girls and sex were two things they talked about. Sometimes Jake felt like an outcast since he basically had zero experience until two days ago and not to mention that he was still a virgin, by choice of course. He basically learned everything he knew about sex from listening his friends’ experiences. 

All eyes were back on you when you returned but your eyes were on Jake for the first time that evening. Jake was fast to break eye contact and turn his head. He expected you to take a seat but instead you stood in front of the table. 

‘’It’s getting late. I have to go, promised mom to unpack since I still have a few boxed lying around my room.’’ You explained, thanking Heeseung for inviting you. 

‘’I’ll take you-’’ Heeseung started his sentence but soon, he was cut off with Jake getting out of the booth to stand next to you.

‘’I’ll walk you home. It’s closer to mine anyway.’’ Jake interrupted his friend, earning an unamused look from him. Jake was sure his friend was planning to bring you back to his house, too bad for him. 

After saying your goodbyes, you left the diner and started walking back home. Street lights were the only source of light since it was a cloudy night, moon nowhere to be seen. With the chilly breeze kissing your skin, you hugged your thin sweater tighter. You cursed yourself for not wearing a longer skirt but in your defense, you didn’t think the night would be colder than usual. At least, your house was not so far away from the diner.

No words were exchanged between the two of you at first but you didn’t fail to catch Jake glancing at you from time to time. Jake thought he made a wrong decision by offering to walk you home. He just did it so Heeseung wouldn’t. He couldn’t foresee how silence could be painful. He wanted to speak to you but whenever he opened his mouth, he just shut it right back. 

‘’Such a gentleman, aren’t you?’’ Of course, you would be the first one to break the silence. Jake was lowkey hoping for you to be the first one to talk since he didn’t have any balls for it. ‘’You seemed pretty upset back there.’’ You continued with a teasing tone. Maybe it was time for Jake to speak about what was going on in his mind. 

‘’Why didn’t you look at me back there?’’ Jake asked with a quiet voice, still not having enough courage to meet your eyes. The question made you giggle.

‘’So you wanted my attention? Cute.’’ You chuckled, smiling at Jake. You stopped walking to stare at him which made him stop too. ‘’Weren’t you the one telling that what happened back in church was a mistake?’’

Jake let out a stressed sigh, looking at his feet. ‘’I did but it doesn’t mean that I want you to ignore me.’’ 

‘’It seems like you are the one ignoring me.’’ You clapped back, stomping your feet on the ground like an angry child. 

‘’Ugh- I just- I can’t-’’ He stumbled over his words, bringing a hand to scratch his neck. ‘’I thought you’d want to talk to Heeseung rather than me.’’ 

‘’And why would you think that?’’ You folded your arms over your chest, tapping your feet as you waited for an answer. 

‘’He’s just- He’s older and more mature than me. Not to mention, he’s taller and more handsome. He always knows what to say to a girl and make them fall on their knees-’’

‘’You made me fall on my knees Jake, let me remind you that.’’ You cut him off, clicking your tongue. ‘’I don’t suck every dick that is offered to me. I only suck the ones I want and before you ask, no I didn’t suck Heeseung’s dick.’’ 

Jake was confused, nothing you said made sense to him. Why wouldn’t you want to suck Heeseung’s dick but his? Heeseung was more experienced than him and the older boy sure knew what to do way better than he did. Jake was just a nineteen year old virgin college student. Nobody would prefer him over the Lee Heeseung. 

‘’W-Why?’’

‘’I like good boys… like you.’’ You confessed, making Jake finally look up, only to meet your pretty eyes staring at him. ‘’Looks like you’re not such a good boy anymore though. Where did your ring go, pretty boy?’’ You mentioned, eyeing his empty finger on his left hand. Jake hid his hand in the pocket of his pants, his ears turning red. 

‘’How did you notice?’’ Jake questioned, feeling your gaze on him once again.

‘’I always look at your fingers.’’ You revealed, making Jake tilt his head in confusion. ‘’And think about how good they would feel inside me.’’ 

When you mentioned that Jake was going to help you unpack the boxes crowding your room, your step-father was more than happier to let Jake inside. Since it was still considered early for a Friday evening, none of your siblings were home and your mother was visiting the neighbors. To think that your step-dad was a workaholic, you assumed he was going to lock himself in his study room next to the kitchen until your mom came back. 

‘’We’re not going to unbox anything, are we?’’ Jake asked, stepping inside your room to see everything was already in place. 

‘’We’re not.’’ 

He didn’t really expect to lay down on your bed, half naked, with your body tangled in his. Jake had already had his first kiss but he had never made out with somebody. When he told you this, you were more than happy to help him out.

Lying down sideways as you faced each other, you guided Jake’s hands on your body, giving him consent to touch you wherever he wanted. Jake was already breathing heavily and it felt like his heart was going to jump out from his chest when you leaned in closer to his face, noses brushing against each other. You kissed him delicately at first, you didn’t want to start off harsh and scare the boy away. Putting one hand behind his neck and the other one on his cheek, you pulled him closer to you so you could depend the kiss even more. When he felt comfortable, he started kissing you back, trying to copy your movements. Using his left hand, he brushed your hair back so it wouldn’t bother you. His right hand was shaking slightly when it finally came into contact with your waist. 

You mewled into the kiss when his cold fingertips grazed your skin, making Jake pull away, thinking that he did something wrong. When you assured him everything was alright, you put your lips on his again. You decided it was time for taking things a little bit further after coming to a conclusion that Jake was enjoying it. You sucked on his bottom lip gently as you moved your hands to his broad shoulders. Jake whimpered when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, making you giggle into the kiss. It was the sweetest sound Jake had ever heard in his life. You sucked on his tongue with him repeating your actions. He was surprisingly good for his first time, as expected he was a fast learner. As the kiss got more heated, Jake became uneasy. He could feel his dick getting hard under his boxers and you had taken a note of it since his crotch was brushing against your leg.  

‘’Touch me more, puppy.’’ You mumbled into the kiss, saliva dripping down your chin. ‘’I want your hands everywhere.’’ 

You lowered your hands on his chest, grazing his skin with your fingers before pulling him closer to you by his waist. You tangled your leg with his, bringing his thigh just under your crotch. Jake groaned when he felt how wet your panties were. You were soaking through the material. His grip on your waist tightened, making you smirk into the kiss. 

‘’You feel how wet I’m for you pup?’’ You said sweetly like it was the most innocent thing ever. You started rocking your hips on his thigh, spreading your wetness. He gulped nervously as his eyes were glued on you. He wanted to look down below but he was too flustered for it. 

‘’F-For me?’’ He stammered, his heart loudly in his chest. ‘’I made you wet?’’ He sounded surprised, making you put on another smile on your face. You brought your thumb to caress his swollen lips as you looked at him with dark eyes. His plump lips were redder than before from all the kissing and you were sure that they hurt a little. 

‘’Of course, puppy. You’re so handsome and sexy. Every girl out there would have gotten wet if they were in my situation.’’ You hummed, pushing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed it on his tongue, making him suck on it. You continued moving your hips on his thigh as the friction felt too good on your pulsating clit. Jake whined every time when he felt your damp panties stick on his skin. ‘’You’d like that wouldn’t you…’’ 

‘’You’re the only one that matters.’’ Jake mumbled when you pulled your thumb back. He wanted to kiss you again but he didn’t want to be the one who initiated it. He looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes, lust hiding behind his irises. 

‘’Tell me what you want, baby.’’ You murmured as your lips moved to his jawline, kissing and sucking his skin. ‘’I wouldn’t know if you don’t tell me.’’ 

Jake hesitated before saying what was in his mind, what he wanted to do to you. He just wanted to feel all of your body, touch you, kiss you like you were doing to him right now. It felt different when you kissed his neck, much different than what he felt when you were kissing his lips. You got his toes curling when your lips met his neck, leaving him whimpering needily. 

‘’Can I kiss your body?’’ He requested, making you stop and raise your head. You raised your eyebrows in surprise before nodding. 

He tried to reenact how your lips were moving on his body. Hesitantly, his lips met your neck. He inhaled your scent, your perfume making him dizzy. He started off with peppering kisses on your skin. Then he decided to put more pressure into his kisses. He knew he was doing an okay job when he heard you let out a short moan. He moved his hand to your back as he lowered his head to kiss your shoulder then collarbones. He halted his movements when he came face to face with your bra. 

‘’You can undress me baby.’’ You encouraged him, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Yeah, Jake wanted to take off your bra and throw it somewhere across your room but he simply didn’t know how to get it off. He knew there wasn’t a clasp or anything in front of it since he found himself staring at the pink ribbon in front of your bra. So he thought there should be something on the back. He dragged his fingers on your back until he hit the material of your bra. His fingers searched for a zip, a button, anything but he was still left with nothing. 

‘’I’m sorry, I can’t-’’ He huffed in annoyance, his palms sweating. 

‘’It’s okay, pup. I’ll teach you.’’ You brought your hands to your back where Jake’s hands were, guiding his hand over to the hook holding your bra together. You unhooked it as the straps fell down on your shoulders. ‘’You can take it off now.’’ 

Jake licked his lips before pulling the straps down on your arms gently. He took it off your body and put it elsewhere. He stared at your hardened nipples, feeling anxious again. Realizing the change in his mood, you cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his plump lips. Just when you were about to pull away, Jake followed your lips, not letting you break the kiss. 

‘’Do you want to continue kissing me, baby?’’ You mumbled, not breaking the kiss. Jake just hummed and continued to make out with you messily. You brought his hand to your breast, encouraging him to feel it. He moaned into the kiss once again when he felt how hard your nipple had gotten. You yelped when you felt him brush his thumb against it. ‘’More…’’ You pleaded, your hands roaming all over his body. 

Jake repeated what he had done before, flicking the nub with his thumb as he played with your breast. You moaned into the kiss, squeezing your thighs together to feel some friction. He had no idea how worked up you were getting over him. You wanted to teach him everything you knew, corrupt the pretty head of his with sinful thoughts. You wanted to use him for your own pleasure. 

You rubbed your crotch against his bulge, making him let out a cry. He was already painfully hard from all the kissing and touching. You slipped your hand between your bodies to palm him through his underwear. 

‘’Fuck-’’ Jake cursed when you grabbed his hard cock over the thin material. His boxers were already stained with precum. You started to move your palm up and down, putting on some pressure on his dick. Jake was already sweating, his hair sticking on his forehead. 

‘’Does my puppy want to cum?’’ You cooed, playing with the waistband of his boxers. ‘’Or do you want me to keep playing with you?’’ 

‘’Please… Touch me more.’’ He panted, his eyes giving you a pleading look. ‘’I need it, please just-’’ 

‘’Let’s try something new, hmm? Something that will benefit both of us because only God and I know how drenched my pussy is right now.’’ You whispered, pulling your hand away from his cock just to grab Jake’s hand and guide him inside your panties. ‘’Seems like there will be a third person on the list soon.’’ 

Jake sat up straight when he realized what was happening. He leaned against the headboard as you crawled closer to him, standing on your knees. With your hand on top of his, you guided his fingers on your clit first. You let out a whimper when his fingers grazed over the small nub of nerves. You felt even more sensitive than before and one touch was enough to get your clit throbbing for attention. You made Jake put some pressure on your clit, making your toes curl in return. Jake’s eyes were stuck watching how his hand moved inside your underwear. He had also noticed that whenever you made him circle your clit, your legs trembled. You were trying so hard not to close them. It was getting harder for you to support yourself on your knees as Jake took the lead, moving his fingers gently on your clit. You withdrew your hand from your panties and let Jake do whatever he wanted. 

‘’Feels so good, just like that baby… Such a good boy.’’ You praised him, locking your fingers in his hair as you focused on the sudden pleasure you were receiving. You held onto the headboard with your free hand for support. With the sudden confidence, Jake moved his fingers to your folds, his eyes widening even more when he felt how much wetter you had gotten. ‘’That’s how much you turn me on, pup. Believe me now?’’  

Jake only let out a low groan, his fingers grazing your wet folds. ‘’You’re dripping on my fingers.’’ He murmured, before slipping a finger between your folds, then a second one, catching you off guard. ‘’Y-You wanted this right? You said you thought about how my fingers would feel inside of you.’’ He reminded you, pushing his fingers all the way in but not making any attempt to move them. 

‘’God, Jake move your fingers.’’ You cried, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. 

When you said ‘move’, Jake didn’t understand how you wanted him to move his fingers. Did you want him to move his fingers in and out or back and forth? He tried to curl his fingers upwards, remembering the time when Sunghoon was talking about how he made this one girl cum by simply doing this. 

You let out a choked sob when Jake’s fingers put pressure on your sensitive spot. Your legs shook as he kept pressing his fingers on it rather than pumping them. It felt weird but in a good way, you couldn’t explain it even if you tried. Your walls clenched around his fingers and if he didn’t stop, you’d be coming soon.

‘’Baby, not like that.’’ You managed to say, making him stop his movements. ‘’In and out, alright pup? I need you to stretch me so I can take your huge cock with ease later.’’ 

Jake whimpered at the thought of his dick filling up your cunt. He couldn’t wait for the moment to come so he did as he was told to. He started pumping his fingers diligently after you pushed your cotton panties aside, giving him more space to work easily. 

‘’Your fingers feel so good, baby.’’ You breathed out, caressing his soft locks. Every now and then, Jake looked at your reaction. He needed to know if he was making you feel good. He needed your affirmation, he wanted to hear you say that he was doing a good job, that you were enjoying it. So when these words came out of your mouth, he smiled to himself. ‘’They’re so pretty, just like you.’’ 

It was easy to make Jake blush. He looked so cute when his cheeks turned into a soft crimson color. You loved seeing him all flustered because of something you said. You adored this side of him but also you couldn’t wait to see him cry and beg for his release later, not today but soon. 

‘’Can I take your panties off?’’ He asked, his big puppy eyes staring into yours after he pulled out his fingers. With your consent, he rolled down your underwear off your knees, leaving you bare in front of him. 

Jake took a minute just to stare at you, taking the sight in front of him in. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Everything about you made him go crazy. He met you less than a week ago but he was so deeply attracted to you. He was in awe. How could a person looking this angelic was a sinner? 

‘’Can I kiss you… here?’’ Jake mumbled, moving his fingers to your clit once again, pressing against it. Your breath hitched in your throat once again, you didn’t expect such a bold move from him. 

‘’Baby… Don’t you want to cum?’’ You asked, cupping his face in your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumb. ‘’We can do it some other time.’’ 

‘’I want to do it now.’’ He insisted. ‘’I want to make you feel good too. I want you to tell me that I’m doing good. I want to be your good boy, please.’’ 

‘’Cute.’’ You commented before rolling on top of him, your knees failing to hold you up. You felt more relaxed with the sudden change of your position. You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. ‘’You’re already my good boy.’’ 

You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down. Jake let out a relieved sigh when you finally took off his underwear. His dick was already twitching and there was no doubt that he would come before he could even more inside your pussy. Should he tell you? It would be less embarrassing than cumming the moment he pushed his dick between your folds. 

‘’I don’t think I’m going to last.’’ He confessed with a quiet voice. ‘’I mean if we have sex now because I’m just- When I touched you I got so excited so like-’’ He kept on rambling. 

You held his chin between your fingers, making him look up to you. ‘’It’s your first time, baby. Nobody lasts long on their first time.’’ You reassured, pushing his body against the headboard before leaning towards your bedside table to grab a condom. ‘’Now be the good boy you are. Got it, pup?’’

You helped him put the condom on before adjusting your position above his crotch. Jake held your bed sheets in his hands as he tried to ease his heavy breathing. He felt like choking as he felt a lump on his throat. He didn’t know where to look; your face or his dick. His eyes kept moving from left to right. His heart felt like it was going to stop. He was sure that you could hear how fast it was beating. The goosebumps on his skin were visible. He licked his lips in anticipation as he waited for your next move. 

God, please forgive the sin I’m about to commit, he thought. 

Lining up his cock at your entrance, you slowly started sinking on it. The tip of his dick slid easily in your wet cunt. You stopped your movements when you heard Jake grunt, making you look up to him. His cheeks were flushed red as always when his eyes met your nose. Your faces were at close proximity, making your nose brush against his. Jake blinked at you, letting you know that he was good to go. You placed your lips on his for the nth time that evening, trying to get him to relax. The boy couldn’t even kiss you back properly as his lips were shaking.

Putting your hands on his shoulders, you continued to lower yourself on his cock more. You continued to kiss him with tongue, giving time for him to get used to the new feeling as you tried to adjust to his size. Jake let out broken whimpers of pure bliss when you sat down on his cock, taking every inch of him inside of you. Before moving, you made sure that Jake felt more relaxed, so you just stood still with his huge cock in your slick cunt as you sucked on his neck. 

‘’Oh gosh-’’ Jake cried, his voice shaking. His toes curled at the new kind of pleasure he was feeling. 

This new pleasure was way different than anything he had experienced before. Not his hand nor the feeling of your mouth came close to it. The warmth made his eyes roll back in pleasure. Your walls were hugging his cock tightly, he had never imagined that your pussy would feel this tight, not even after he fingered you. He could stay still like this, with his cock in your tight pussy, for hours but suddenly, he felt the urge to buck his hips upwards. His cock pulsated in your cunt, aching for some kind of friction. 

‘’How do you feel, pup?’’ You mumbled, pulling away from his neck. You smirked when you realized he was breathing heavier than before as he tried to hold back from jerking his hips. 

‘’So good…’’ His voice cracked.

‘’Your cock is so big Jake. Do you know deep inside you are?’’ You brought one his hands on your belly, making him touch it. You pressed his hand harder on your belly, the pressure making your mouth form an ‘o’. ‘’I feel you right here. Mmmh, so fucking huge. I can’t wait to cum all over it.’’ 

‘’Fuck me. Please fuck me. I can’t handle it anymore.’’ He begged eagerly, moving his hands to your hips. 

You chuckled at how needy he sounded. You got him exactly where you wanted. Without saying anything else, you lifted your hips and sank back down on his cock. Jake cursed, throwing his head back. You continued your movements and bounced on his dock at a steady rythm. His beautiful body was already trembling from pleasure. 

‘’Look at you, pup.’’ You breathed out, resting your forehead against his. ‘’Feels good doesn’t it, letting me use you like a fuck toy?’’ 

He just moaned in response. He wasn’t in the state to open his mouth and speak, let alone form a proper sentence. His grip on your hips got tighter with your every move. Jake’s orgasm was already on the edge, like he had told you before. If you kept saying such nasty things, it wouldn’t be taking him long to release. 

‘’Do you like it, puppy? Do you like how pussy feels wrapped around your big cock?’’ You leaned in, whispering in his ear. ‘’Talk to me.’’

‘’So tight…’’ He whimpered when you started sucking on his earlobe. ‘’Feels like heaven.’’ 

‘’You better not forget how my pussy feels since you’re not going to heaven anymore.’’ 

If you didn’t kiss him again, Jake would have choked on thin air. His one way ticket to heaven was long forgotten from the moment he first saw you. There was no fucking way anything in heaven felt better than what you were making him feel. 

Your pussy was his heaven. 

You felt his dick twitch when your walls clenched, making him let out another moan. His rusty moans were so sexy. You were glad that he didn’t hold back such pretty sounds. 

‘’I’m-’’

‘’I know, pup. Me too.’’ 

You continued to bounce on his cock as your orgasm continued to build up. You changed the angle slightly so his dick would hit your g-spot repetitively. You choked out a sob as your walls clenched around Jake’s dick continuously.  

‘’Fuck- I’m cumming.’’ Jake’s eyes rolled back when your pussy sucked his cock in. With your walls squeezing, urging him to release his seed, Jake’s body shook from pleasure. He came with your name rolling off his tongue. 

As Jake continued to cum, he jerked his hips upwards involuntarily. You started rolling your hips back and forth, chasing your own high. Jake rested his head on your shoulder, his hands wrapping around your body. He was sobbing, begging you to slow down since he was extremely sensitive from his orgasm. He wasn’t used to getting overstimulated. 

‘’Stay with me, baby. You want to see how your cock makes me cum, right?’’ You grabbed his chin, squeezing his cheeks with your fingers and made him look at you. 

‘’I-I do.’’ 

‘’Good boy.’’ 

You came with a loud moan, your walls clenching around his dick. You leaned your body against Jake’s. You didn’t have the power to hold yourself up any longer. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering as you continued to ride out your orgasm. Jake could have gotten fully hard again as he listened to the soft whimpers slipping past your lips, just next to his ear, if he had enough energy. 

‘’You did so well, baby.’’ You mumbled, bringing him into a chaste kiss. Jake hummed against your lips, relaxing into your touch. ‘’You weren’t that much quiet though. You’re lucky that my step-father locks himself in that dusty room.’’

‘’You weren’t quiet either.’’ Jake noted, making you raise your eyebrows. 

‘’Ah so, I’m the one to blame. Does my puppy need a fact check?’’ You smirked, slightly moving your hips on his semi-hard cock, immediately earning a moan from him. 

You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips again. Jake closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss but it never came. You pulled away from him when you heard your mom’s voice coming from downstairs. 

‘’Fuck.’’ You cursed, getting off from his lap to put some clothes on and fix your hair. ‘’My mom came earlier than expected.’’ You let him know, throwing his clothes at him and telling him to throw the used condom into the trash bin under your desk. 

You opened the windows to some fresh air into the room. You didn’t want your room to be smelling like sex and sweat if your mom decided to come upstairs and check up on you. As Jake dressed, you fixed your bed. You made Jake sit down on your chair as you took a seat on the edge of your bed right before somebody, possibly your mom, knocked on the door. Both of you jumped at the sudden sound, getting up once again when your mom entered your room.

‘’Here you are. My husband told me that we had a guest.’’ Your mother’s curious eyes were on Jake. 

‘’Ah, yes. Jake from church. You met his parents last Sunday after the service.’’ You commented, playing with your fingers nervously. ‘’He helped me with some boxes in my room. We were… We were just talking about joining the Bible study group in church next week before you came.’’ 

‘’Bible study gr- Yes, we are planning to sign up after the service this Sunday.’’ Jake backed you up with a weird look on his face. He couldn’t lie to save his own life. 

‘’That’s so nice. I’m glad that Y/N is making friends. Have you guys had dinner? Do you want me to prepare something?’’ Your mother kept insisting on staying in your room, mostly because she wanted to get to know Jake a little bit more. 

Jake opened his mouth to speak but he closed it back when you spoke in his place. ‘’Jake was about to leave before you came, mom. It’s already late, I’m sure he’s tired from helping me. I’ll walk him out.’’ 

‘’It’s nice to meet you, Jake!’’ Your mom said from behind after you grabbed Jake and dragged him downstairs. He could barely talk to your mom since you were literally running to the door. 

‘’Bible study group, really? I haven’t signed up for a Bible study group since I was 12.’’ Jake mentioned, standing on the front porch with you. 

‘’I’m sorry Jake. Do you want me to go inside and tell my mom that I fucked you in my room and we were just about to fuck again if she didn’t come home?’’ Your comment shut Jake up so fast, making you let out a chuckle. ‘’Joining the Bible study group is a good idea if you want to fuck more. You didn’t think this would be a one time thing, did you?’’

‘’You didn’t?’’ 

‘’Do you think I’d let you go after you gave me a proper orgasm? You’re mine now, puppy. You’re not going anywhere.’’ 

Jake didn’t really expect you to show up at his house the next day, making up some excuse to tell to his parents so you could sneak inside his room. Jake was reading a book when you opened the door to his room. The look in his eyes was undefinable when he saw you standing just a feet away from his bed. Soon later, his book was tossed aside and you were getting comfortable on his lap, your lips locked on his. 

‘’You’re so naughty, letting me feel you like this while your mom is making cookies downstairs.’’ You mumbled, pulling away from the kiss.‘’Are you going to be loud like yesterday or keep quiet so your mom doesn’t catch his innocent son in such a suggestive position? You know, your mom told me not the lock the door.’’ 

‘’I’ll keep quiet.’’ He whispered, his eyes stuck on your lips, begging for you to kiss him again. ‘’I won’t open my mouth, please.’’ 

‘’Tsk.’’ You clicked your tongue, the corner of your lips turning upwards. ‘’God wouldn’t like you lying, hm? We both know that you can’t control yourself yet.’’ 

‘’N-No, I can do it. I swear-’’ 

You put a hand over his mouth, a smirk forming on your lips. ‘’Let’s do it my way, shall we?’’ 

That afternoon, Jake managed to keep quiet thanks to your hand never leaving its position on his mouth and came two times. Plus, you were right about how he wouldn’t be able to keep his voice down because even with your hand keeping his mouth shut, he was having a hard time not making a noise. 

The following days were not so different. After the Sunday service, you dragged him to the storage room downstairs once again. Ever since you told him that you weren’t wearing any panties under your skirt, he was looking forward this exact moment.  Jumping on the desk, you pulled his body to yours, making him stand between your thighs. You guided his hands under your skirt. His breath hitched in his throat when his fingers grazed your wet lips. 

‘’Still surprised at how wet I can get?’’ You teased as he pushed a finger inside. 

‘’Not that, I just can’t still wrap my mind around how I’m the one that gets you this wet.’’ He confessed before adding a second one. 

‘’You should be proud of yourself baby.’’ You stroked his soft hair gently. ‘’Since you’re the only one who can easily get me this wet.’’ 

Jake whined, getting impatient already. He adored it when you encouraged and praised him. He liked it because somehow you managed to make him feel comfortable enough to be bare in front of you and have sex with you. 

‘’Can I taste you?’’ Jake asked with a sudden confidence. Only God knows how much he wanted to place his pretty lips on your cunt and lick your arousal. He had been dreaming of it ever since you first had sex. His brain was clouded with the idea. In the last few days, whenever he touched himself, he got off with the idea of you sitting on his face. 

‘’Will you be able to hold yourself back and not touch yourself till I cum, handsome?’’ You smirked, lifting up your skirt even more to give the boy a view. He nodded in a desperate way, licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Go down on your knees then puppy. You know I don’t like to wait.’’ 

Jake did as told, getting on his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your thighs. His eyes were locked on your lower body. Suddenly, he realized he had no idea how to give oral and looked up at you like a lost puppy. A soft chuckle left your lips before tangling your fingers in his hair. 

‘’You wanted to kiss right here before, so why don’t you start off like that puppy?’’ 

Putting his mouth to good use, Jake’s lips made contact with your cunt, placing a gentle kiss on it. He repeated the actions a few times. You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, balancing yourself. Jake decided to move to the next stage and gave small licks, curious about how you would react. After hearing your whimpers, he got more courageous and continued licking your cunt. He lowered his tongue to meet your lips, finally getting to taste your arousal. You tasted sweeter than Jake had expected and because of that, he liked it even more. He wanted to bury his face in your pussy and lick you for hours. Plus, he’d gladly listen to all the sounds you’d make when he’s eating you out. 

‘’Gosh, just like that. Keep going pup.’’ You moaned. Your hold on his hair got tighter as you pushed his face to your core, wanting to feel more of his tongue. 

He continued to lick stripes as you rubbed your clit. Legs shaking slightly from the pleasure, you tugged on his hair harder, making him moan against your core. The vibrations sent shivers to your spine. You wanted to wrap your legs around his neck and hold him between your thighs. 

Jake’s lips moved to your clit, replacing your fingers with his mouth as he gave kitten licks to the bud, making you whimper his name. Jake looked at you through his long eyelashes as his mouth stayed attached to your cunt. You forgot how to breathe properly when you saw him in that position. How could a person look so ethereal while going down on somebody? Somehow Jake Sim managed to do that. 

‘’Feels so good, baby. You’re doing such a great job.’’ You caressed his silky hair as he continued to devour your pussy. 

Jake started off with small licks and for a solid minute he didn’t try anything different but once he did, he got messy. He got so addicted to your taste and the sounds you were making, he didn’t want to leave his place between your thighs. He wanted to tease you and edge you on purpose, just to stay in the same place longer but knowing that you were the one in control, he wouldn’t dare to try such things unless you asked him to do. 

Oh, how good it would feel to make you sit on his face once. It was his new fantasy. He could just lie down beneath you and lick you up for hours. He would get to see you cum over and over again on his tongue. 

‘’I’m close baby.’’ You whimpered as he continued to suck on your clit. He hummed against your skin, making you throw your head back. ‘’Shit, do NOT stop what you’re doing even if i act otherway- Fuck.’’

Your pulsating walls clenched around emptiness as you reached your high. Jake’s mouth stayed attached to your core, even when you tried to push him away or closed your thighs, he didn’t stop his movements. You could swore that you had lost your vision for a second from the powerful orgasm. You didn’t even realize that Jake had pulled away, his chin glistening with saliva and your arousal. It took you a few minutes to regain your composure. Once you did you saw Jake trying to clean up the wet patch on his pants, making you raise a single eyebrow. Hopping off from the desk, you walked next to Jake, tapping him on the shoulder. 

‘’Did you come in your pants, pup?’’ You asked, genuinely curious. 

‘’No! I just- Ugh-’’ He stumbled over his words, trying to hide his pants away from your gaze. 

‘’Baby…’’ You called him softly, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging the boy from back. ‘’It’s nothing to be embarrassed of…’’

‘’It is! I just can’t control it. I should’ve learned by now but-’’

‘’Hey, don’t say that. Everybody has their own pace right? You’re not going to turn into a sex master in a day. To be honest, it’s kind of hot that you came by solemnly eating me out. Seems like you enjoyed it as much as I did.’’ You kissed his neck before placing your lips on his shoulder. ‘’You are perfect for me, Jake.’’ 

Jake didn’t think he would have it in him to bend you over his bed and fuck you from behind but here you were, on his bed as he fucked you into oblivion. His parents decided to visit a family friend out of the town and of course, he wouldn’t pass this opportunity to fuck you on his bed without stressing about his mom walking in on him fucking his friend from the ‘Bible Study group’. 

‘’Fuck- Just like that pup.’’ You buried your face in Jake’s pillow as his grip on your ass got tightened. 

‘’Yeah, you like it?’’ Jake muttered, his thrusts getting deeper. 

With each passing day, Jake got bolder not only with his movements but his words too. You had no idea when his mouth got so dirty. You had always encouraged him to speak to you during sex but he has never been this straightforward. Maybe the new position lit up something inside of him. Jake had only fucked you in missionary or sideways on the bed so taking you from behind was something fairly new to him. He had always imagined how your ass would look when his dick was inside of you, making you cry in pleasure. 

‘’I fucking love it.’’ You moaned, lifting your hips up so he could move more easily. ‘’Talk to me more puppy. You know I like it when you do.’’

Jake’s brain froze after hearing your words. Just a second ago, he was confident in himself and he knew what to say but when you told that you liked it when he talked to you, everything he had in his mind disappeared.

‘’Does my baby like to hold my ass in his hands while he pounds in me?’’ You managed to form a proper sentence while he kept thrusting into you roughly. ‘’Tell me what you like about it.’’ 

‘’I like y-your cunt more.’’ Jake stammered, sweating dripping from his chin. ‘’So wet for me and always so warm. Only for me.’’ 

‘’Yeah pup, only for you. You own my pussy, baby.’’ You breathe heavily. Your head started to spin from the satisfaction Jake’s dick was giving you. 

‘’Only I can fuck this pussy.’’

‘’It’s yours baby. All yours.’’ 

Jake whimpered at your words. The idea of being the only one who gets to stuff his cock in your tight cunt made him go feral. He was never the possessive type but you lit something inside of him. He wanted to be the only one who fucked you for the rest of his life. 

‘’Tell me what you want to do to me, pup.’’ You encouraged him once again, moving your hips according to his thrusts so you could feel him deeper. 

‘’Want to be in your pussy till the sunrises. I want to keep my dick inside of you as long as I can.’’ He moaned as his thrusts got sloppier. 

‘’Good because I want the same thing puppy.’’ 

‘’I’m gonna cum.’’ He cried, not being able to hold it in any longer. ‘’Can I cum?’’

‘’Such a good boy, asking for permission… Of course puppy, come.’’ 

Jake came in the condom with sobs, holding your hips against his, leaving no space in between. Wrapping his arms around your waist right after, he leaned against your body until there was no space left between the two of you. When he calms down from his eye, he rolls over next to you, taking off the condom and throwing it on the floor to clean up later. He was just about to take a quick nap before he came to a realization, making him sit up straight. 

‘’You didn’t come.’’ 

‘’It’s okay-’’

‘’No, it’s not. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.’’ He looked at you with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, his gaze making it impossible to reject his offer.

‘’Just kiss me.’’ 

As confused as Jake was, he didn’t hesitate to cup both of your cheeks in the palm of his hands and brought you in for a gentle kiss. You quickly hold onto his waist, your hands caressing his back as you depended the kiss. Putting one of your hands on his, you guided his hand between your legs where your clit had been begging for some kind of friction. Getting the hint, Jake rubbed your sensitive nub or nerves with his thumb, making you whimper into the kiss. 

‘’Need your fingers baby, give them to me.’’ You moaned against his lips. 

Of course, Jake wouldn’t make you tell him twice. Without moving his thumb, his slipped two fingers inside you easily. Jake learned how to finger you like a pro just within just a few days. After all, he had a teacher that he could count on.  

Jake loved how intimate the position the two of you were in. He had never thought about love, specifically loving you, before this exact moment. His heart softened at your quiet mewls. His mind went crazy whenever you moaned his name. The way your eyes rolled back in pleasure when he curled his fingers made him want to take polaroid pictures of you to keep in his wallet. 

‘’You’re spoiling me, Jakey. You make me feel so fucking good.’’ You whispered, your lips brushing his plump ones. 

Out of all nicknames you called him, ‘Jakey’ was his favorite. He liked the others one too, but he wished you would call him with his real name when the two of you were alone sometimes. 

‘’Call me by my name, please.’’ 

‘’Yeah? You want that?’’ You smirked, your nose touching his. You rocked your hips to the the movement of his fingers. ‘’Jake…’’ 

‘’Say it again, please.’’

‘’Such a polite, good boy, always asking nicely. Good boys get what they want, don’t they, Jake?’’ You moaned when he went knuckles deep in your pussy. His thumb kept moving circles on your clit. ‘’You want me to call you by your name and I will.’’

‘’Do you like how I’m making you feel?’’ Jake asked, pumping his fingers in and out. ‘’Tell me you like my fingers.’’

‘’Hmm, I love your long slender fingers. I love them even more when they’re inside of me, Jake.’’ You murmured, your lips chasing his. ‘’Can you hear how wet I am?’’ 

‘’I c-can.’’ He stammered, putting more pressure on your clit.

‘’Fuck- I’m close, keep what you’re doing Jakey.’’ You moaned, holding his body close to yours. ‘’Gonna cum on your pretty finger, baby.’’ 

‘’Please do, fuck-’’ Jake felt your walls clenching around his digits, making him gulp. 

‘’Jake- Oh god-’’ You rested your forehead against his as you reached your high. You let out a chocked sob, holding onto his body. ‘’Jake, Jake, Jake…’’ You moaned as he helped riding out your orgasm, continuing to move his fingers inside at a steady rythm. 

Jake pulled his fingers out before wrapping his arms around your body once again, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stood in that exact position for a good 5 minutes, not moving an inch, just enjoying each other’s presence. 

‘’So you’re really leaving tomorrow?’’ Jake broke the silence. He was never the one to like the quietness. 

‘’Hmm, I guess.’’ You murmured against his chest, getting comfortable on him. 

‘’What about us?’’ Jake asked, making you sit up straight and look at him in the eyes.

‘’Us?’’ You questioned. ‘’There is no us, Jake.’’ You got up from his bed to put on some clothes, him following you. 

‘’What do you mean ‘there’s no us’?’’ Jake’s voice got louder as he continued speaking. ‘’This really means nothing to you?’’

‘’It’s not-’’

‘’It’s not what? Don’t lie to me Y/N. You know what happened between us-’’

‘’Now don’t tell me that you caught feelings for me-’’

‘’What if I did? What if I like you? What if I want to be with you?’’ Jake followed you around like a lost puppy when you decided to get out of his room. 

When you went downstairs, you turned to face him with a frown on your face. ‘’Your heart is lying to your face, Jake. You don’t have feelings for me. You have feelings for the idea of me. I’m the first who kissed you properly, the person who you lost your virginity to, the first person to teach you the basics of sex, the first person that you became intimate with. That is the reason why you think you have feelings for me.’’

‘’That’s not true. Y/N, please-’’

‘’We did nothing but have sex behind closed doors, Jake. We never went out like people our ages do. You’ve never asked me on a proper date. You just wanted me to fuck you. If you really did have feelings for me, you’d think of me as a lover rather than somebody to fuck. So no, you don’t have feelings for me Jake Sim.’’ 

Jake froze on spot, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. You realized he didn’t have anything to say so you continued.

‘’I will wait for you till summer because I actually have feelings for you and it’s not because I fucked you a few times. I genuinely like you Jake and I don’t want to get heartbroken when you change your mind about me a few days later. If you still have feelings for me when summer comes, you know where to find me. Until then, goodbye.’’ You said before placing a quick kiss on his lips and getting out of his house and maybe out of his life too.

The summer sun felt different on Jake’s skin as he stood in front of the church. He originally didn’t plan on coming back to his hometown as soon as he finished the semester but something inside him kept telling him to visit. He held onto the hope of seeing you again. He didn’t have much expectation though, since he knew you had other plans for the summer; he found it out through one of many conversations you had with him after you fucked his brains out. 

He waited ten more minutes in front of the church before going inside and taking a seat right behind his parents. Shaking his head and trying to get rid of the idea of you, he looked up and scanned the people in the church. He looked through everyone and still there was no sight of you. 

Another day gone by without you showing up, he thought. 

He had been doing the exact same thing for two weeks now. He went to church every day to see if you’d make a visit. He took the same road you usually took. Sometimes he walked past your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. But it seemed like you were nowhere to be seen. 

Until he spotted a familiar figure entering the church. You haven’t changed a little bit, maybe your hair was just a little bit longer. You were wearing the exact same dress you wore on the first day Jake saw you. You were still an angel to him, no matter how many times he watched you sin, nobody could ever change his mind. Jake felt his heart thump faster, he felt like he was about to explode. 

When your eyes met his, he was welcomed with the infamous smile of yours, the prettiest one Jake had ever seen. Standing at the very back where nobody was giving you attention, you lifted your skirt slightly, showing Jake what he had been missing out on so far. 

Of course, no panties. 

Jake smirked at himself, knowing very well that the two of you would end up in the storage room downstairs at the end of the way, just like that one warm spring evening months ago but this time, he would be making love to you. 

stay tuned for the follow up ‘bad boys bring heaven to you’

[shujiology]

☆༻ Daddy? No... Mommy ༺☆༻

Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your fiancé, Katsuki, oddly reminds you of your mother in the most bizarre way possible.

Warnings: crack(?), swearing, mild innuendos, mentions of the reader having a mother that acts very much like the typical (Asian?) mom. For the record I'm Asian... pls don't come for me

A.N: I’m on BNHA brainrot lately, so I puked this out in the midst of my finals. 

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You know how mothers wake up super early in the morning and start washing the dishes and cleaning the house super loudly? Banging the vacuum cleaner into every single nook and cranny in a passive-aggressive manner in an attempt to wake you up?

Well, that’s how Katsuki is with you.

In your defense, you don’t even wake up all that late. You may even consider yourself an early bird. Still, compared to someone who goes to bed at precisely 8 PM, he wakes up way before the sun even peeks over the horizon (but that’s beside the point).

Every morning, your fiancé would slide out of your shared bed to brush his teeth, shower, get dressed, and get started on some of the house chores. All of that you can deal with just fine– you’d find it helpful even.

What you absolutely can NOT tolerate was that he would make it a mission to do all these menial tasks whilst being as deafening as possible like he’s got some kind of personal vendetta against you.

However, you’ve always known him to be a rather loud and brass individual, so you don't put it against him at all at first. One night you did end up having trouble sleeping, so when the inevitable sound of pans clanging against each other invaded your slumber, you couldn’t help but get a little irritated– regardless, you tried to keep a level-head, and told him to quiet down next time.

“The neighbors might hear and complain” you reasoned, to which he replied, in a classical Bakugou Katsuki fashion: “To hell with the neighbors!” 

It still hadn’t bothered you much at that point. Until it eventually dawned on you that he was doing it on purpose. You hadn’t even noticed until you heard him muttering under his breath one time as he vacuumed the bedroom floor, practically ramming the end of it to the bedroom wall.

“I have to do EVERYTHING myself around here…”

Immediately, your eyes shot open. That attitude of his hit WAY too close to home for you to ignore. 

It reminded you of how your mother would complain all day about how absolutely no one in the house would help her do the chores as she goes and cleans the house. 

It reminded you of how she’d wake up at the break of dawn every single day and FOR SOME REASON decided that the entire world needed to know what she was doing. She absolutely will NOT stop until every single person in the house is awake– neither will your Katsuki.

Suddenly all of his sour “Finally, you’re awake”s make sense to you. The passive-aggressiveness was as clear as day now.

To say the least, this knowledge you’d just discovered left a bitter taste in your mouth. So, out of your own volition (and pettiness…), you waited… and waited… until the clock struck 4, and outside, the sun has barely yet risen from the sky.

You start doing YOUR list of chores as loud as possible. 

A mischievous smile stretched across your face when you hear the angry stomps coming down the stairs and finally into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

“Jesus woman! Can you be any louder?! Have you any idea what time it is?!”

“Oh finally you’re awake” you mock his tone of voice without batting an eye at him. “Are you being smart with me?” he retorted. And here you thought he couldn’t sound more like a mother.

You could’ve sworn he sounded more like a mother than both your mothers combined.

“Baby, don’t you have work early today?” you inquired innocently. “Why don’t you go back to sleep for a little bit? Breakfast would be ready by the time you get up, I promise” you finish sweetly, and you can see his anger melting away at the softness of your voice.

The moment would’ve been tender if not for the fact that you were actively trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Katsuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to contemplate your suggestion or to stay and say something else– he chose the latter.

“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re being so goddamn loud?” normally he’d be a lot more livid, but you’ve come to realize that the older he gets, the more he starts to mellow out… as mellow as Bakugou Katsuki can get at least…

Plus he’s had a very long day at work yesterday, not to mention he was held back for a while so he had to come home later than usual last night. It almost makes you feel guilty for doing this to him, but you were already far too deep to turn back now anyway and you needed to prove a point.

“I don’t know… you tell me… how am I supposed to sleep when you’re being so loud every morning... mom?” 

That’s when it finally hit him…

Perhaps you should count yourself lucky that you decided to do this on a day when he’s particularly worn out. Otherwise, he might just serve you up on a silver platter to eat for breakfast… and I don’t mean that in a pleasant way– but regardless, you smile cheekily as you see the irritation grow within him.

“You insufferable brat…” he said, barely whispering. He took slow sluggish steps towards you before wrapping his arm around your middle and pulled you closer until your back presses flush against his sturdy front.

God, you simultaneously hate it and love it when he's tired.

On one hand you feel bad for him when he pushes himself to the point of exhaustion, on the other hand you love how much more cuddly and soft he becomes when he's tired.

“Did you really have to wake us up THIS early just to prove a point?” he asked, almost in disbelief. Your response to him was simple, short, and genuine…

“Oh I haven’t slept…”

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[xianeoz]

‧ ˏˋ ARATAKI ITTO ﹐ ◜ CANDY POP ! ◞ ̣ ͘ ┈─ I ONLY want it when it feels like this, I only wanna feel the bliss on bliss!

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader ╱ stepcest ╱ daddy kink ╱ age gap ╱ cunnilingus ╱ mirror sex ╱ overstimulation ╱ slight dumbification ╱ slight mutual pining ╱ size kink ╱ creampie ╱ pussydrunk itto ╱ messy plot ╱ pet names ╱ slight degradation ( like once ) ╱ male masturbation ╱ minors and dc antis do not interact.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ NOTE 、ikk i said fic but my brain wasn’t cooperating :c ts isn’t my best nd i’m not too proud but pls enjoy & reblog / comment plspls i used a whole lotta brain juice t_t

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WORD COUNT 、3.2k+

PERHAPS IT’S HIS initial instinct as a man; to immediately defile you in his mind. Ponder over imaginary scenarios with you crying his name, clawing and marking your claim over his body, to bend and fold you every possible way until you break. Maybe it’s just natural…something he has no moral control over because no matter how much he tries to stop, he can’t.

Itto doesn't want to treat you like that. You're too good to be seen as a piece of meat, but you plague his mind too often for him to daydream otherwise. You tempt him in ways he can't ignore, and internal disputes on whether or not it's purposeful are futile, simply because a man like him only chases one thing. Itto longs for that fill to his craving. The need for sweetness to settle on his tongue, seep into his taste buds and send a buzz to his brain as he relishes the taste is a must for him. Itto has yet to find something to satiate his thirst…will you be that for him? He’s sure you will.

He has this charm that's undeniable. That charm is what brought him into your life in the first place. Silly banter and a million-dollar smile; the perfect recipe to have pretty girls like you wrapped around his fingers. And there's the slight possibility that you aren't as easy as you appear, but he’ll put that to the test.

He starts slow. Long stares that pan over your body, stopping at your thighs and running upward. Just looking at you has him imagining how small you’d be beneath him… how he could easily overpower you and have you squealing for him to stop—and then he's acting on these thoughts. Gradually moving to lingering touches and smooth innuendoes that leave you thinking about them later. He wants you to feel how he feels. He wants that burning desire to kill you until it's too much and you can't take it anymore. He wants you to fall so hard that you run straight into his arms. Itto is much smarter than he leads on, he knows you’ll take the bait.

It didn't take long. He's been waiting for this day. The day you come to his room, knocking sheepishly on the frame of the door while leaning on it, your clothes minimal and tight, your face laid low and innocently. He smiles softly at you, watching your nervous mannerisms as you stumble over your words. “C-can I talk to you…?”

Your fingers dance along with each other, your right foot spinning against the floor. “Of course.” he pats the spot beside him. You're hesitant to move, stopping yourself before fully moving deeper into the room. You and Itto had never been close. Ever since he and your mom got together, you’d never been fully interested in welcoming him into your family. As far as you were concerned, he was your mom's problem– but lately, your opinion has begun to shift. You find this weird interest. An interest that has you slowly creeping toward him, your mind spewing nasty thoughts just by the way he watches you.

You’re by his side, your short skirt riding up your thighs. His breath hitches, his eyes slowly drifting up and down your body. You're so close– so close that he’s slowly losing patience. “I was just wondering…if- if you could help me move my stuff out?” He's hardly listening. He nods as if he were, but his eyes aren't shy to tell otherwise. “My friend wants me to move in and we already found an apartment…I didn't know who else to ask–”

You pause. His hand lands on your forearm, index finger brushing over the goosebumps that rose from the depths of your skin. “Of course. Anything for you…” you don't know why that statement has you choked up. You swallow a large gulp, nodding frantically. You try to hide it; the obvious effect he has on you, but your body tells on you. Your minimal interaction was more than enough for him to throw away his sense. You're trying to leave. Pressing your feet against the floor and lifting off the bed. Pulling your arm from his grasp– leaving his touch. Itto isn’t about to let you slip away like that. Not when he has you, how and where he wants you.

He tightens his grip on your arm, and without him having to utter a single word, you're back in your seat. How about that? You're so easy. “Good girl…” he praises. He moves closer. His hand runs up the length of your arm, pulling you closer. You feel his breath brush on you, raising the hairs on your skin straight. You freeze completely, following the flow he sets. It's in no time you're face to face, his body stretched over you to lean his lips close to yours. “You want this just as bad as I do, don't you?”

Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions or the closeness of the two of you, but you find yourself immediately nodding a rampant ‘yes’, your wide eyes boring into his. His lips find yours, roughly pressing down as his tongue tenderly pulls your lips apart, slipping into your mouth. He overwhelms you in just five seconds, having you fall backward on the bed. His arm is quick to sweep you before you fall, catching you over his forearm and leaning you down. This allows him to gain further control, deepening the intimacy. Your arms raise around his build, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him into you. Your legs instinctively open around him, allowing him to position right over you. It's then that you realize what you've done, and how far you've gone. “I- Itto..!”

Your mind swirls in a whirlwind. You're caught up in a swarm of hormones and emotions, lost and so far gone that you essentially have no consciousness over your decisions. You don't know why, and you argue with yourself internally over it, but you push his head further down your body and to your chest, arching into him. “I need you… Please, daddy?”

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Itto has waited so long for this. He's in a state of ignorant euphoria, completely ignoring the way you squirm and clench, gorging himself greedily on your cunt. His face is soaked in your essence and sweat, dripping off of about an hour of nonstop orgasms, forcing them out of you by the grace of his tongue. He should be tired, but his stamina is on a different level, never faltering as his tongue whips and swirls through your folds. Your clit is abused and tired, sensitive to even the draft of air blowing through the room.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you for the- what? 4th? 5th? You've lost count, but you know he’s pulled so many from you to the point that the knot tying in your tummy is nothing but a tingle, a shock that sparks once to your fucked out brain. Your body is laid over the end of the bed, your head hanging off the side and your eyes stuck staring at your reflection in the mirror behind you. You watch him as he peels your legs further apart as your subconscious closes them, forcing your hips to the bed as he sucks on your clit. Tears fall down your face out of overstimulation, your body too tired to even blink and fight the pleasure. Your core tightens for the nth time, your stomach wrenching and cunt twitching as your high crashes down upon you. Indistinctly, he's murmuring against you, but you can infer it's the same thing he’s been saying for the last hour: “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it, let me taste it– let that pretty pussy make a mess on my face.”

You do. With this sweetest hum and lift of your hips, your clit twitches, and your hole spasms, another stream of cum seeping from your depths and further soiling the sheets. His tongue doesn't hesitate, slipping with ease in and out of your pussy, obnoxiously drinking up your taste. Itto has yearned for the sweetness that’ll satisfy his endless sweet tooth. You’ve fulfilled his hunger– but his carnal, predatorial desire is far from subdued. His cock aches against the binds of his clothes, a painful throb panging through his shaft as his need for release prolongs. He finally parts from your cunt, tongue swiping over his face and licking up the remnants of your taste, moaning at you on his tongue once more.

He’s quick to unbuckle his pants and discard them, his boxers tossed away soon after. You see his reflection in the mirror– the angry, red tip of his cock leaking a puddle of precum in his slit, the protruding vein that runs from the underside of his cock to the head, thick and ready to blow. You see him all together, the happy trail that leads to the trimmed bush at the base of his dick, the broadness of his shoulders and definition in his muscles… internally, you're freaking out. Everything about him is so big and mature. He's so different compared to the other guys you've been with before, from the body to the way he empties your pretty head, there's not a guy who does it like him.

Itto slips his middle and ring finger into your cunt, the slightly warmed metal of the rings on his fingers leaving you gasping. He drags the digits along your walls, picking up your abundance of slick. Your voice is at a whisper, quiet whimpers sneaking through your lips at the action. “So pretty f’me, princess…”

His fingers are pulled from you, his hand wrapping around the circumference of his cock. Wet from your slick, he groans at the calloused touch of his hand, dragging it up the shaft and sighing shakily. He stares you down in the mirror, eyes meeting yours as he jerks himself off. “Can’t wait to fuck ya’...been waiting so long to feel you around me, babydoll.” his words are somewhat unlike him. Sultry and teasing. It's evident that it's not for you, but for him. “Tell daddy how much you want his cock.”

Your breath pauses in your throat, the shamelessness in his words nearly appalling to you. You can admit it's attractive, and with the huskiness in his voice, it sends shivers coursing through your veins. You can hardly speak anymore– and he should know this, he is the one who tore your voice to shreds earlier by constant pleasure. “You want me to fuck you stupid…wear you down and burn you out from fucking you nonstop on my dick. Tell me you want me to,”

His hisses are more frequent, coming as he teases himself. He leans forward, angling his hips to line up with yours. His cock presses against your cunt, slipping between your labia and falling into a hug by your folds. Wet and warm, he shivers at your feel, using his left hand to position him at your clit before pushing his hips to you, gyrating against you. His mouth drops to produce low moans, his hand propping him up while he uses the opposite to pull you up, leaving the two of you face to face again. “Go on.”

Your lips brush against each other, the air growing condensed between the two of you. It must be some sort of seduction trick because you can suddenly feel all sense returning to you, the stimulation to your clit while being face to face with him reawakening your awareness. Your mouth falls to a crack, your cute whimpers falling through. You nod a ‘yes’, humming as you lean up to him, planting your lips on his in a kiss. “I need it, daddy. So bad..so bad, daddy please–!” you mumble against him. So desperate, so whiny, your voice is sweet in the way you kindly ask, and Itto swears he’s found heaven.

He’s biting on your lip, smiling as he slowly pulls away from you. Your legs open around him, his body repositioning to properly align himself with your hole. With no more time wasted, he's pushing slowly into you, letting you feel every inch sink in with hisses and heavy breaths. You cry out initially, your toes curling at his entry and your body tensing up. Itto is quick to aid you, building up a ball and spitting onto your cunt, letting the saliva dribble down to where his cock lay nestled inside you before grabbing your right arm and guiding your fingers to toy with your clit. “Just like that…fuck, princess, you're so fuckin’ tight…”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he pushes further to bottom out, groaning as your pelvis meet each other. “Ah, fuck.” if Itto thought you felt good on his face– you feel even crazier around him. You wrap your limbs tight around him, pulling him closer to you to hide in his neck, panting and whimpering at the stretch of your pussy. You're filled to the brim and he hasn't even done anything yet, and with this, you're sure he’ll break you. “‘M gonna start moving, so you hang on tight,” you nod quickly, snuggling deeper into his skin and bracing yourself.

His hands move from your torso to your waist, pulling you back in unison with his hips, slowly to let you feel the revelation of just how big he is with every inch. He holds you off for only a moment before meeting your hips in a rough collision, meeting you in the middle with his hips thrusting upward as he brings you down. You cry out loudly, sinking both your teeth and nails into his skin. His left hand goes down to your ass and gropes the fat, squishing the meat in his big palm before slapping it, “Atta girl. You can take it all like this, right, baby?”

“Mhm..! Want it all!—fuck!” and so it begins. A slow, agonizing beginning with deep, precise thrusts and heavy collisions. Tears are already brimming in your eyes and you can't help but squeal every time his entire length delves into you, his balls slapping against your ass and the base of his cock hitting your clit. His grunts in your ears are like music to your ears, deep and guttural to the point where it’s providing extra stimuli. The mirror gives Itto the perfect view of how cute you are, pressed so tightly and clinging so hard to his body as if you were horrified of letting go. In practice, you're so much better than what he imagined. So much cuter. So much more tailored perfectly to him, like you were made to serve and be fucked by him. He wants to treat you as his princess. Spoil you in pleasure and fuck you weak like you deserve, but this pit of fire in his chest burns otherwise. And maybe this is another instinct that comes with being a man, but taking you slowly isn't enough for him. He needs to fuck you like an animal.

That's enough for him to pull out of you, pull you off of him without a word, and push you against the mattress. He’s flipping you to your stomach with obvious aggression, tuning out your questions, and yanking your hips back. He arches your ass high in the air, smoothing his hand down the curve of your back and pushing the back of your head to shove your face into the mattress, the other hand positioning his cock before he's wasting no time slamming back into you. Your eyes immediately widen and your jaw drops, squeals and yelps flowing from your throat as he holds no mercy, criminally pounding you with no second thought. He plows your cunt, every ounce of strength being put into his thrusts. With every connection of his tip to your G-spot, you swear you see stars cloud your vision, your body seemingly soaking in bliss.

You're forced to look into the mirror, watching his face contort from pleasured to determined, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks blowing and deflating, a repeated cycle as his eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows him up with ease. He hasn't had a taste of a pussy this good in so long that he’s losing himself, his head feeling like a blur as his first orgasm rushes up upon him. His grunts shift to moans, unabashedly sounding from his gut as he approaches his high. “Oh, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck– gonna cum inside you–!”

One final thrust has him dumping ropes of thick cum and pent-up frustration deep inside you, his hips twitching slightly as he dumps his load. His moans are incredibly arousing to you and you're whining just by hearing them, pushing your hips back against him and grinding–fucking yourself on his cock. His hand comes down against your ass, slapping it with a grin on his face. “So fuckin’ sexy, princess,” he muses, leaning over your body. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, lips kissing the tender skin. His tongue pokes through his lips, running from your neck to your shoulder where he kisses once more. “Gonna fuck you so full. ‘M not stopping ‘til I’ve given you everything I got.”

“I want it all…” you sniffle, connecting your eyes through the mirror. He only grins wider, brushing the side of your face with his fingers. “I know. My angel’s gonna take every last bit, like the fucktoy she is..”

He starts again. Rough and mean, calloused hands grabbing your biceps and tugging you to him. His hips are like magic, hitting every and any spot perfectly, with just enough power that your voice is on a loop. Your hips smack with disgusting wetness, the sound loudly bouncing off the walls. His name rolls off your tongue with ease, cry’s, and pleas that “‘'s too much!” filling his ears. He loves this. How your cunt contracts around him and how your voice sings his praises, it's like heaven for him.

“Rub your clit..make yourself cum, princess,” he whispers, changing the pace at which he fucks you. He returns to the slower, deeper thrusts, watching as you obediently toy with your clit before ferociously attacking the sensitive bud, contrasting completely to him and fighting for your orgasm. Your head throws backward and your toes curl, it's coming. You don't even have to say anything before he’s picking up the pace once more, sloppily railing into you. It's all too much, and before you know it, you're seeing white, your eyes rolling and your body falling limp as your orgasm knocks upon you. Your voice wears out by then, your body slumping to the mattress weakly as Itto lets you go, admiring the way your pussy spasms around him.

He takes no pause in letting you come down from your high, flipping you back over and raising your legs to your chest. Translucent white drips down your pussy, so pretty and making you shine. Itto wishes he would've done this sooner.

It continues on into the night. You're riding him, laying sideways, being crushed beneath him, curling up, getting on the floor– you're sure Itto made sure to put you in every position and fuck you on every surface in his bedroom, making you cum with each one. It’s amazing how much stamina a determined Arataki Itto holds. It’s even scary when he has no remorse for abusing your cunt like nothing. Maybe you’ll stay home and won't try to move out– but if you do, he's sure to help you make some memories before you go.