#pls sir get out of my soul it’s like you can see right into my hopes and dreams and insecurities

[wasabi-gumdrop]

it’s actually so over for me when the look back movie comes out

[taesancult]

7 minutes in heaven with bnd pls? <3

I FORGOT THIS IN MY DRAFTS 😭 ANONIE IM SO SORRY!! i was actually so excited to write it when i first saw it too 💔 i made it longer on purpose to make up for this being so late!!

smut under the cut. mdni.

sungho: this man is such a wild card to me in this context… however, i could see him being upfront and honest. he sees this as an opportunity to have you, so confidence is not an issue. he probably won’t fuck you right then and there, but use this moment to tease you, or to entice you. he’ll be so mean, teasing you, touching you so close to where you need him, whispering all these dirty things in your ear. he would ultimately start giggling if you beg for him because “now isn’t the time” and would say “i want to take my time with you.” overall, would spend his time driving you insane, kissing you so passionately, acting like he would worship you if he just had more time- (like sir can u just make a mess of me already THANK U!)

jaehyun: too scared to initiate in fear of seeming desperate, but is very much desperate. would practically burst into flames if you initiate. “hey can i suck you off?” “can you WHAT?” he’s looking around frantically, trying to decipher if he heard you correctly or not. “yeah why not!” “WHY NOT?” like you’re so nonchalant about it and he’s mentally freaking out. he cums embarrassingly fast, the whole situation is way too sexually charged that he can’t help himself. from the way your mouth feels on his cock, the way you keep looking up at him with those pretty eyes, the way you compliment him - telling him he sounds so pretty. he would moan out, not being able to control his volume, and it’s heavenly. he IS the guy every girl wants like is moaning without hesitation (although he will be embarrassed about it later, he couldn’t care less in this moment). he would literally be so pent up for no reason. it’s like everything is heightened and he’s spilling into your mouth faster than he wanted to, but you don’t mind. this is just the beginning <3

riwoo: baby boy here is shy at times, but can also be so cocky depending on the scenario. the current situation has him being more confident and relaxed as the way you’re staring at him gives you away; that you want him as much as he wants you. he wouldn’t fuck you in the closet, but he’d be more than willing to have some fun. this is the perfect moment to dry hump, your legs on either side of his hips, grinding down on his hard cock. his hands would be on your waist gripping so tightly as he pushes you onto his body as deeply as possible. the two of you would be so desperate for some fricition. by the end of the 7 minutes,, his hair is a disaster from you pulling at it as you use his body to try to get off and both of you have warm cheeks and are panting. truly a MESS in the best way possible.

taesan: not the biggest fan of quickies or feeling as though he has limited time. HOWEVER! he thinks the whole element of potentially getting caught in a scandalous situation to be super enticing. the thought of some poor soul who has to open the door and alert the two of you that your time is up witnessing you drunk for him is enough to motivate him to have you wrecked in less than the time you have. he would push you against the wall, kissing you before whispering in your ear, “this is about to be the best 7 minutes of your life.” your brain short circuits and he spends that time doing anything and everything to make you an absolute MESS.

leehan: out of pocket. he would randomly ask to finger you. he has his shy moments too (more so in the context of praise), but he can also be so confident. he’s the type to ask directly if he wants something, not really hesitating because why should he? you like him and he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to be embarrassed. he’ll literally trap you between his body and the wall, smirking at how you look at him with puppy dog eyes full of want. “so? what do you say? want me to make you cum?” he would ask as he stares into your eyes and all you can do is nod. he would get on his knees, not wasting any time. he would pump his fingers in and out, a wet sound filling the room because your cunt was absolutely drenched for him. “such a wet cunt, maybe next time i’ll get a taste,” he would say as he looks up with you a smile. he’s so filthy with his words it’s insane. he’d finger you so good that you physically wouldn’t be able to stand; your body sliding against the wall in defeat as you fully give into this man’s fingers.

[sanguineterrain]

PLS PLS PLS I'm begging you for the play fighting prompt omgggg sanne I'll love you forever (I already do but that's besides the point)

lmfao I am so embarrassed by this 🫣🫣 totally exposing myself right now but whatevs. hope u like it aud (and others). i haven't written smut in a looong time so. baring my soul rn 🫠

jason todd x fem!reader. warnings: smut, playfighting, roughness (?), sprinkle of dumbification (no one look at me), dom jason but also kinda service top jason, fingering, praise, and CONSENT! bc we consent orally here, sir. 18+ only minors get OUT (you shouldn't be here anyway!!!)

heh. anyway. crawling back under my rock now.

****

"Do you think I could take you down?"

Jason raises his eyebrows at you from over his book.

"Come again?"

"Like in that demonstration Kory and Dick did today. Do you think I could do to you what she did to Dick?"

Jason chuckles, setting his book down.

"Baby, I hate to break it to you, but I think Kory's a little more practiced in combat than you are."

"So you don't believe in me. Wow. Some boyfriend you are."

"Of course I believe in you," he says. "She is a space princess, though."

You shake your head and pluck the book from Jason's hands. You make a point of sliding the bookmark in before you close it. Jason squints at you.

You wait approximately a quarter of a second before you leap forward, straddling Jason's chest. He makes a hup sound as you land, and you lift your chin victoriously.

"I got you," you say.

Jason nods, smile widening. "You got me, sweetheart."

"No, I don't. C'mon, fight back, Jay."

His eyes glitter as he studies you. Then he picks up both of your thighs and swings you both off of the couch. You land with him hovering over you, not even holding any part of you down. His hand is underneath your head to cushion the impact.

You huff. You know Jason can do better than this; you've watched him take down fifteen men in less than five minutes.

You lift your head, mouth parted in expectation. Jason understands immediately and happily complies, kissing you warmly.

You take the chance to hook your leg over his hip and throw him off balance. His hand wobbles enough to tell you that he genuinely hadn't been expecting that. Jason rolls on his side, absorbing the impact. You pounce.

"What's gotten into you?" he asks, smirking as you crawl onto him.

"You're holding back," you say, pinning his wrists down.

Jason looks at you mildly. "I told you I believe in you. You got me, baby."

He could break out of your hold instantly. Even if you were matched in strength and size, Jason has years of experience on you.

Something in your brain goes quiet and gooey at the thought. It fades as quickly as it comes.

"Play with me for real," you urge. "Show me some moves."

Jason presses his lips together. "You sure?"

You nuzzle his cheek, scruff scratching you.

"I'm sure. I trust you, Jay. C'mon, show me what you got."

He laughs, unbearably fond, and crosses his legs around your waist. You lose your grip on his wrists in the next moment, and you end up on your back. Again, Jason doesn't let you feel the full impact that he'd unleash on an opponent. He holds your shoulders when you go down to avoid thumping your head on the carpet.

Your breath still knocks around in your chest, though. The lightheaded feeling returns. You shift, pretending like you're adjusting underneath Jason.

"I can show you how to do that if you want," he says, and it's oddly sweet.

Your eyes narrow. Jason tilts his head, immediately suspicious.

"What're you planning, minx?" he asks.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly innocent."

"Yeah, sure. I see the gears turning up there." He taps your forehead.

"Whatever, weirdo," you say, and push at his chest. "Let me up."

Jason practically scoops you up into a standing position. You busily dust yourself off even though he vacuumed last week. Jason's apartment is always spotless.

Right when you think he's distracted, you go in for the final attack. You launch yourself in his direction, putting all your weight into the advance.

At first, Jason's thrown off. Briefly, the thought that Jason feels so safe around you that he isn't on constant alert crosses your brain, and you melt at the realization.

Then he gets this glint in his eye, and squares his hips, and another feeling overtakes you entirely. He assesses you quickly, and the two of you push against each other for a few seconds. Just long enough for you to witness the emergence of a different side of Jason.

"My girl plays dirty, huh?" he says, voice pitched low.

Your head spins with how fast it happens. You've unlocked something, it seems, by trying to ambush Jason. He locks both of your wrists into his left hand, spins you around, and splays his right hand over your lower belly. Breath squeaks from your throat. Jason doesn't often remind you of your and his acute physical differences, but his large palm cupping your belly, fingers dangerously close to your waistband, reminds you that your boyfriend is at the top of the food chain when it comes to survival.

If he wanted to take you down, he could. That fact sears deliciously in your brain.

Then Jason goes in for the final blow. He pulls you in by your belly while also wedging his thigh between your legs. His ankle hooks yours, and you feel your balance topple as he pushes and pulls you.

You land on your stomach, Jason's hands still on you, and more than a little of his weight holding you down.

You throb underneath the pajama shorts you never changed out of.

All your air pistons out of you when you hit the ground, resulting in an embarrassing catch between a whine and a wheeze.

Jason's grip slackens immediately.

"Shit, baby, you okay? I'm so—"

"Ngh, Jay."

Jason freezes. His grip tightens, just firm enough to make your head go fuzzy again. His breath is hot against your ear when he speaks.

"Oh," he coos, and now you can feel nearly all of his body weight on you. His thigh is between your legs but only to keep them separated. There is no friction against your pussy, you clench around nothing.

"You like that, pretty? Like a little weight on ya?"

"Jay," you pant, wiggling underneath him. "Jay, please."

"Too much?" he asks, and the check-in just makes you wetter.

"No, n-no, want more. Guh—Jay—"

He laughs, a little cruel, a lot pleased.

"Fuck, honey. If y'wanted this, y'could've asked. Feels good, huh? Lighter? Too much on that quick brain of yours; y'need a break, don't cha?"

You've never felt like this before. You'd be seconds away from humping Jason's thigh if you could move.

"Jay, Jay—"

"Oh-oh, I know, sweet. You put up a good fight. Couldn't believe it was my girl, fightin' like that. What happened at that last part, hm? Your pretty head go empty?"

You whine, squirming as much as you can under Jason's weight. He hums.

"Didn't know how easy you get with a little weight on you. Poor baby, gotta keep your wits about you when all you want is to gush all over my thigh. You gushing yet?"

His fingers on your belly slip past your shorts, past your underwear, finally landing where you want them most. Jason gives your pussy sweet, little pets. He parts your folds, shallowly dipping his middle finger, just enough to make you clench.

"Jason, please," you beg, trying to chase his fingers.

"You wanted to play, right?"

You don't say anything, mind hot and cloudy like you've got a fever. Jason pinches your clit, just hard enough to make you jolt.

"Did the words leave you that fast, sweetheart? I've barely done anything. C'mon, you can do it. You're usually such a smart mouth. What happened?"

"Empty," you manage to say. "'M empty, Jay. Needa feel full."

"Oh, good girl," he purrs, two fingers diving into you pussy. You keen. "Good fucking girl. I can keep you full, don't you worry about that, pretty."

His fingers inside of you sound obscene. You might be embarrassed if you weren't on another planet right now.

"God, you're so wet," Jason says, and he genuinely sounds awed. "Little clit's so hard, I bet you can barely think. No wonder you're so dumb right now. Do I even have to do anything? I bet you'd just hump my thigh till you come."

His hand slips out of your pussy and you protest loudly, thrashing and gasping. Jason hushes you.

"Ah-ah, what happened to my good girl? Know all the blood from your brain rushed to your clit, but you gotta be patient, pretty. You think I'd leave you hanging? Be a crime to leave y'wet and aching."

He pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go, then lifts your hips up, slotting his thick thigh right up against your hot cunt. You immediately start to rub against him, out of your mind with the need to come.

Jason laughs. "What'd I say? I take care of my girl, don't I?"

"M-more, touch me, rub my clit," you pant out, nipples dragging almost painfully under your shirt. The carpet bites at your tits even through the fabric, especially now that Jason's given you room to ride his thigh.

You're still one hundred percent trapped beneath him, his weight pinning you down. Your arms remained locked behind your back.

"Mm. A little bossy, but I like you asking for what you want," Jason says, leaning down to nip at your shoulder.

His hand returns to your now bare pussy, and his middle finger quickly finds your clit. He swipes it a few times, then sucks his fingers into his mouth. You hear him lick them clean before he dives back in, now zeroed in on making you come.

It doesn't take long. You moan loud and long when your pleasure reaches its peak, Jason relentlessly working you over. You squeeze hard around his thigh when you come, brain syrupy and light.

"Oh, fuck, God. Look at you, yeah. That's my girl. Feel better?" he rasps, hovering over you.

You don't have time to reply before Jason flips you over, holding you down like that. He's hard, and his eyes are wild, a beautiful, blazing teal. He looms over you, and you feel inexplicably hunted.

"I think you've got another one in you," he says, pawing at the soft fat of your thigh. "Pretty girl can give me more, right? What'd you say earlier?"

Jason leans in and covers your body with his. The weight on your chest turns your brain to soup.

"Oh, that's right. Show me what you've got."

[rory-cakes]

Bar Lupin isn’t a well-known bar. It’s underground, in a shady neighborhood, and its only form of advertisement is the sign outside. However, for those who do know of the place, it’s common understanding that if you want something done, moved, or gone, you go to Bar Lupin and talk to the woman with a kind smile. 

The Boss had ordered Chuuya to arrange a meeting with the woman. Chuuya had never been to this bar for business before. Only coming here on occasion after a hard day. 

As he walked in, a blanket of warmth washed over him. The warm lighting and faint smell of wood soothed the soul, especially one as tormented as Chuuya. He looked behind the bar, and there she was. 

She was taller than him, slightly above average for a woman. Her posture was as peaceful and composed as her face. She wore traditional bartender attire: a white button-up blouse, black slacks, a black tie, and a black vest, but when she turned around, he saw the back of it was red. 

Her features suited her well, almost entirely perfect.

All in all, She was beautiful. 

When Chuuya showed up at the bar, previously, an older man was working. Chuuya had heard that the man was her father, but Chuuya didn’t see any family resemblance. Eh, It wasn’t any of his business. 

Chuuya finally snapped out of his little trance when he heard a greeting from the woman he had just been “analyzing.” (His words, not mine) 

“Hello, Sir, what can I get for you?”

Damn it. Her voice was fucking beautiful too. 

“Sir?”

Chuuya realized he had yet to move or respond, so he walked over and sat on a stool across from her. He pulled out a paper from his pocket and slid it towards her. 

“Sorry, I was wondering if you know how to make this? You see, my boss tasked me with finding someone who makes his favorite.”

(The boss needs you for a job; when are you available?)

“Ah, yes, but we don’t have the liquor needed for this in stock right now; it’ll be ready in two weeks.”

(Of course, I’ll be ready in two weeks.)

“I’ll let him know. Thank you. Also, it would be preferred if you could deliver it to the address on that paper.) 

(Meet him at headquarters) 

“Sure. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Ah. Fuck it. Why not?

“You could make some time for dinner if you want?”

Chuuya’s ears were beat red. 

“Oh, um, I’m flattered, but I’m actually married,” she replied softly, holding up her left hand. 

Chuuya’s face was now beat red. 

“My apologies.”

Getting up to leave and hide from his embarrassment, Chuuya said a hasty goodbye. However, before he could leave, the beautiful married woman grabbed his arm.

“It’s alright.” she giggled. 

She’s laughing. That's good. 

She doesn’t think he’s a creep for flirting with a married woman. 

“So, Mr. Hat, tell me, why is a top executive doing grunt work?”

Mr. Hat? 

“How’d you know?”

“Hear about you from an old friend who was in the mafia.”

“Was? As in, he left or-”

“He died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s alright. It’s been a while since he passed.”

Chuuya didn’t reply.

“Anyway, he said you liked wine. Want a glass?”

“I would, but I’m on the job. So I’ll pass.”

“How responsible.”

“Well, I better get going.”

“Alright, Mr. Hat. Take care of yourself!”

Maybe he’ll come by later for that drink. 

“Will do.”

And that was the start of an unlikely friendship. 

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A/n: Hi, my lovelies!! So sorry about forgetting about this. As I am still writing and have a full-time job, I will hopefully be posting bi-weekly! It just depends on when I get to write. So this story won't have a set schedule. Thank you so much for supporting me!! Also if you wanna be added to the taglist pls fill out the form linked in the masterlist!

taglist: @surrealitea

[7amonathursdayinoctober]

❗️❗️❗️AHHHH HAZBIN HOTELLLLLL SPOILERS❗️❗️❗️

THIS SHIT IS VAUGLY COLOR CODED (LOTS of emphasison VAUGLY)

Red: alastor

Orange: lucifer

Pink: Charlie

Blue: Sir Pentious (have mercy on the spelling its so late and im fucking tired)

Purple: lilith (very briefly mentioned, like one sentence)

Green: Nifty

Vox, Valentino, and adam also have colors just to point out their names, it's based on their color scheme

White text is my ramblinggggg

ALASTOR SAYING FUCK

TWICE???

And his little "wait, what just happened?"

HIM TELLING ADAM HE WAS GONNA KILL HIM

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT FIGHT SCENE

YES EVEN THE PARTS WHERE ALASTOR GOT HURT (very vaguely actually, I dont want him to get hurt) BECAUSE WE GOT MORE LORE FROM IT

"Wait, what did I say?"

Lucifer you are SUCH a fucking mood

I ALWAYS FORGET WHAT I JUST SAID TWO SECONDS AGO TOOO

Coming in clutch to save your daughter

AND THAT SICK ASS DEMON FORM FUCK YES

CHARLIE DEMON FORM HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN SHE CAUGHT ADAMS HAND??????

HER TAIL HAS BARBS AT THE BASEEEEE

WE ALL SAW THE THEORY ABT ONE OF THEM GOING TO HEAVEN BUT ALSO NOOOOO SIR PENTIOUS

LILITH WTF ARE YOU DOING????

HAHA FUCK YOU ADAM

ALASTOR GOING CRAZY OVER HIS DEAL I BET HE COULD HAVE DONE MORE BUT HES BEING STOPPED

WHO IS HOLDING BACK HIS POWERRRRRRRRRR

I NEED TO KNOW

ALASTOR LAST NAME REVEALED AHHHHH

I NEEEEEEED MORE ALASTOR CONTENT PLS PLS PLS PLS

THE DEMON FORMS WE SAW WITH ALASTOR ARE INSANE

I KNOW YALL SAW MY THEORY ABT HIM WANTING CHARLIE TO GET HIM HIS SOUL BACK

THAT FAVOR HE ASKED FOR??? UHUHHHH MMMMHM!!!! YOU SEE WHAT IM SEEING????

SPEAKING OF HIS DEAL WITH CHARLIE

ALASTORS DEAL MAKING FACE WAS INSANEEEEE

WHO HAD THAT IDEA FOR A FIC ABOUT ALASTOR NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK WITHOUT HIS STAFF???? NOW IS YOUR TIME GIRLIE (thats a gender neutral girly thank you very much)

IT BEING SHOWN HE CAN TALK WITHOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING THE FIC WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER YOU KNOW AO3 WILL LOVE IT BESTIE

NIFTY FUCK YEA KILL THAT BITCH

LUCIFER TELLING HIM HES GOT SOMETHING RIGHT THERE (coming out of his stomach) LMAOOOO

I FUCKING KNEW IT VOX AND VALENTINO WERE TONGUE FUCKING EACHOTHER

Pls oml SOOOO SOOOOO much happened

Maybe I'll talk more when I'm not whacked out of my fucking mind at 2- (now 3 when if finishing this up) -AM

[abitterboy]

Anywhere and Everywhere at Any Time

(Hyunjin X Reader Smut)

[This is my first post so pls leave comments or advice if you think you have any that will help me improve!]

Summary: Your boyfriend joins you for a shower that quickly turns steamy. (This is a part one of this dynamic)

Pairing: Hyunjin x FemReader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: established relationship, smut, shower sex, cum control, name-calling, nicknames like sir and baby doll, deepthroating, light punishment, gagging, oral (m and f receiving) cum-play if you squint, 

Minor DNI!!!

You’ve been Hyunjin’s partner for a few months now but in those few months, you've learned a lot about him. Beyond all the romance and the sweet soul you've grown to love, you’ve discovered a lust-filled maniac that's devoted to making you feel the best you possibly can. He was the kind of guy to rub up against you in public like an animal in heat. He was willing to get the both of you off anywhere and everywhere at any time. There was that one time you came to one of his photoshoots and Hyunjin fucked you dumb in his dressing room while the others were doing solo shots for the magazine. 

Now you’re in a much more concealed and less dangerous place, his shower. You went in to shower after a long day of work and relished in feeling the cold water on your skin as the music you put on blasted through the bathroom speaker. You didn’t hear Hyunjins presence in the bathroom until he opened the shower door and stepped in. 

“Jinnie, you could've waited till I was done with my shower if you wanted to sho-”

He pulled you to the side of the shower where the water wasn’t beating down on you, only grazing his back, and pulled you into a deep kiss. He quickly snuck his tongue into your mouth and put his hands on your waist. You pulled him closer so you could feel his warm body against you. The contrast of the cold water that occasionally would splash on your hands and Hyunjins body heat made you more sensitive to his touch. His hands moved down to your cunt and started to gently flutter against you, causing you to move your hips up only hoping to get more friction from his perfect hands. Hyunjins fingers worked magic on you constantly and that's all you wanted him to do right now. His lips left yours as he looked down at you pushing your hips up to try and meet his hands.

“Now do you think I should’ve waited?” 

You groaned at the absence of his warm lips and he chuckled at you. 

“For someone who was just talking about waiting, you seem awfully impatient.”

Hyunjin removed his hand from you completely and watched as you grabbed his wrists and looked into his eyes begging, hoping to convince him to touch you again. He plied his wrist from your hand and proceeded to pull your hair back, exposing you neck. Latching his lips quickly onto you and finding all the right places, you let out moans and desperate cries as your eyes shut in pleasure.

“If you want me to play with you baby doll then you have to be polite and ask me nicely. Now, what do we say when we want to be touched?”

After speaking, he put his lips on your neck again, almost leaving you breathless. You tried to speak but every time you made a noise, Hyunjin sucked harder or moved to another part of your neck that would definitely bruise later. You finally managed to speak. 

“Please play with me Sir, I need you so badly.”

Hyunjin let go of your hair and his lips unlatched from you neck. Then he just smiled at you. 

“Such a polite doll, begging to have my fingers inside her, fucking her.”

His hands went back down to your yearning cunt and rubbed at your clit. The pace was slow but it caused you to melt as your back stayed on the wall and your hips lifted off of it to feel him more. Seeing you moving with pleasure and moaning his name turned Hyunjin on so much as he loved hearing his name come out of your mouth in pure bliss. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt his tongue lapping at your clit and almost lost your balance at the sensation. The bathmat under both of you really came in handy during times like this. Now that Hyunijns body wasn't blocking the water, you could feel it splash off of him and onto you and it caused you to squirm more. You had never been into temperature play but right now the cold water hitting you and Hyunjins warm tongue playing with and sucking on your clit made you more sensitive to everything. He continued to thrust his fingers in you as his tongue pleasured you like it did every time he ate you out. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair as you felt his fingers speed up and his tongue flick faster. Pulling him more into your pussy, you moaned and practically screamed at the sensation. 

“I have to cum Sir, please let me cum! Oh god ahh!”

You squirmed against Hyunijn waiting for his cue to let you cum as you had been trained by him at this point and knew that if you came without his permission then he would punish you. You didn’t want that, you wanted him to fuck you dumb after you came on his fingers and his face. Hyunjin tapped your leg once with his full hand, signaling you to hold it and you tensed up your body. Your voice whimpered and broke as he kept eating you out, causing you to almost cry. When Hyunjin tapped your leg twice signaling permission to release, you came with a scream. He continued to keep you on his face and fingers as you climaxed, needing to hear you scream and feel you pulling at his hair as you rode out your high.  

“Such a good girl you are. Begging for permission to cum and reacting so well to my directions.”

Hyunjin returned his lips to your pussy, using his tongue to suck up the rest of your cum as you moaned again from the overstimulation. He got up and instantly kissed you, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips. Your hand crept down to his painfully hard cock and you started running your fingers along it softly, almost as an act of revenge for him teasing you at first. Hyunjin grabbed your hair again and pulled it back.

“If you don't stop that then I’m gonna have to be rough with you. I advise you touch me properly or you’ll regret it.”

You continued to graze Hyunjins dick with your fingertips and heard him hiss at you.

“And what if I want you to be rough?”

That set Hyunjin off as he put his hand on your face to roughly open your mouth.

“You wanna play dirty?” He spit in your mouth.

“Then let’s play dirty baby doll.”

He got you down to your knees and tapped his cock onto your cheek.

“Come on doll, open your mouth and take me like a good girl.”

You didn’t even get to fully open your mouth before Hyunjin shoved his cock in. You gagged around his sudden movement, and he put his hand on the back of your head forcing you to continue taking him. After bottoming out and moving slightly side to side in your mouth, he pulled out with a pop. You coughed and he squeezed your face again while smiling down wickedly at you. 

“Keep taking my cock that well and I’ll forgive you for being a teasing bitch.”

You stuck out your tongue, signaling your submission to Hyunjin and he let go of your face. He placed his tip on the edge of your tongue and you took this as his way of telling you to use it. You swirled your tongue around Hyunjins cock head and he closed his eyes while still smiling down at you. You took him deeper and watched as his breath hitched and his chest lightly heaved. Voluntarily, you deep-throated him and gagged around his length, coughing a little but controlling your gag reflex. The sensations caused Hyunjin to almost lose control as he started harshly thrusting into your mouth along with you sucking him in so well. He pulled out of you and pulled you up from the ground to kiss you. He wanted to taste himself on your lips and you knew that. You transferred some of his precum from your mouth into his and he hummed against you knowing what you were doing. 

“You did good baby. Now let me fuck you dumb doll.”

He spun you around and lifted your ass a bit so he could fuck you from behind. Due to his height, he had to bend his knees a little and you had to tiptoe. Gosh are you grateful for the mat under the two of you once again. Hyunjin angled his cock to slide into your entrance and quickly thrusted into you. You gasped at the suddenly filling feeling in your cunt and bit down so hard on your lip that you felt as if you could've drawn blood.

“You’re so good at taking my dick baby.”

Hyunjin knew how much you loved praise and made sure to always use it when he thrusted suddenly into you. He started moving slowly to help you get used to the stretch but quickly sped up as he heard you moan out. 

“Please fuck me harder Sir. I need to feel you fill me up.”

“How polite. Who am I to deny your needs?”

Hyunjin progressively became rougher with his thrusts. Your balance was a little unsteady, but you tried your best to stay up as he pounded into you. Seeing your struggle, Hyunjin pressed himself against your back and lifted up your leg to get a better angle along with helping you stand up. From this angle you could feel every inch of Hyunjins dick filling you up and fucking you out. The arm that was holding your leg up moved a bit as he tried to get his hand to your clit to touch you while he fucked you.

“Ah fuck Jinnie-”

He slapped your cunt at the name and you quickly realized your mistake.

“You call me Sir, or I pull out of you and punish you again.”

“I’m sor-sorry S-Sir I just g-got caught up in the mo-ah!”

He started rubbing your clit faster and his thrusts became harsher..

“I know baby. Don’t worry about speaking doll, worry about cumming on my cock.”

His words melted you but also caused you to arch against his chest. He was hitting you just right inside and outside. You could feel your second climax approaching and started shaking a bit. Hyunjin knew you all too well and kept up his pace on you with a smile on his face.

“I want you to cum but you know you have to ask me baby so go on and ask doll.”

“Please-please let let me cum please sir!”

You almost whispered out your words in breathlessness but thankfully Hyunjin heard you.

“Cum for me doll. Make my cock messy with your cum.”

You released as hard as you did when he had his fingers in you earlier and cried out his name. Hyunjin didn’t need you to call him sir as you came but much preferred you yelled out “Hyunjin” as you released on him. It did something for his ego. He kept thrusting in you as you rode out your high. You almost fell limp in his arms but Hyunjin held you up as he kept sloppily fucking into you, breathing heavily and approaching his release.

“I’m gonna cum in that pretty pussy baby just keep sucking me in like that- oh fuck doll.”

Hyunjin thrusted fully into you one last time, filling you up and shooting his cum as he squeezed your body against his. Once he fully emptied himself into you he pulled out and held you close. You were out of breath and your legs were already sore from his vicious pace so he had to hold you up for a couple minutes before you had your balance fully back.

 Even when you could stand on your own, Hyunjin held you up and washed your body along with his own.  

“I’m glad you didn’t wait for me to get out the shower.”

Hyunjin laughed at your reference to your words earlier and pressed a kiss to your lips. He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower first to grab the towels and wrap you up in yours. When you stepped out he grabbed you and pulled you towards the sink, kissing you deeply again and grabbing your waist in his big hands. You melted all over again and kissed him back with the same passion he had until he stopped suddenly and smiled against your lips. 

“Good to see you’d still be down even only a few minutes later.”

You whined and hit your hands lightly against Hyunjins bare chest. His laugh echoed in the bathroom then he kissed your forehead gently and unlocked the door. The both of you heard a door shut and figured someone had just come home, thankful that they didn’t get there even ten minutes before they did. 

“Next time we’re home alone we are definitely gonna do that again Jinnie.”

“Of course baby doll, you know I’m down anywhere and everywhere at any time.”

[malum-forev]

The Prodigal Son

Hi hiii so this is kind of a prologue! I wanted to get your guys' feedback! I noticed you really liked these two minis I posted of Mob!Bucky and I kind of want to write a mini series. What do you guys think?? Pls let me know in the comments!

From the moment you were born, you were spoiled. You wouldn’t know until a few years later that you were born into a very important family and the most feared man in Brooklyn, was your father. To many, he was a cold and distant sentencer, but you only knew him as the kind soul who picked up a son from the streets. 

James Buchanan Barnes was the prime example of right place, right time. Born to a gambling father and an alcoholic mother, he spent most of his childhood on the streets. Sneaking away from people who his parents owed money to and charming old ladies to earn a dime or two. He soon realized that it would be easier to relieve his parents’ debts if he found a way to get on people’s good side before his parents got on their bad one. So, James started hanging around the popular underground casino.

James soon realized that every Tuesday and Friday at two thirty pm, a nice car would pull up to the entrance of the restaurant and stay parked outside for three hours. The customers inside would always leave once the man in the black coat arrived. 

But twice a month, the car would come covered in mud. So after noticing the pattern and following it for two weeks, he decided to invest all his capital- around one dollar and some change- in car cleaning supplies. 

He hurried down the corner as he saw the black car come to a halt. The tall man opened the door.

“Hello Sir, good afternoon. I couldn’t help but notice your car is dirty.” James had rehearsed the dialogue in the mirror at least a dozen times. “I would like to offer you my services, I have the latest technology in car cleaning and detailing.”

The tall man looked down at James, eyeing the contents in his bucket. 

“Latest technology huh?” he scratched his chin.  “And how much is the wash going to set me back?”

“I can assure you this will be no set back.” James stood straight as an arrow and looked the man in the eyes, even if he had to crane his neck almost all the way back. “I can see you are a wise man who cares for his vehicles, after I am finished with the job you’ll see why this is a great investment.”

“Investment?” The man repeated, fighting back a smile.

“Investment.” James assured. “Three dollars is what I charge.”

The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Three dollars? I might as well buy a new car with that kind of money. Why should I let you wash my car instead of the man across the street?”

James shook his head. “You see, Mr. Host does a fine job cleaning cars but, he isn’t qualified to treat pieces of art like the ones you drive. Most people who come around this part of town, don’t have this kind of car. I, on the other hand, know that this is the newest Cadillac model. The 1930 engine is quite fussy and if even one ounce of soap gets into it, it becomes useless. I would never let that happen.”

The man looked down at his watch and realized it was five past two. It was the first time he had ever been late to a meeting, and he hadn’t even noticed. 

“Knock down fifty cents and the job’s yours.” The man told James, stretching out his hand to seal the deal. 

James looked down at his outstretched hand but before he shook it, he added: “I’ll knock it down to two dollars if you give me the job twice a month.”

The man nodded and shook the boy’s hand, taking two steps away and opening the restaurant door. 

He stopped. “Why two times a month?”

James smiled. “Because twice a month you come here from upstate, getting your wheels filled with mud.”

“You’ve been following me, Son?” 

James shook his head. “I like to call it Client Research, Sir.”

The man couldn’t fight a smile anymore. “You’ve got a name?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, Sir.” He said.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, Bucky.” The man said without turning around. 

James couldn’t stop smiling the whole time he washed the man’s car. Firstly, because it was the first time ever he would be assured a paycheck and secondly- and most importantly for him- it was the first time in his fourteen years of life someone had given him a nickname. 

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yay new event

a trey love request pls :

hello trey-boo <3 you know we have valentines day today right

you are in every way perfect and I cannot have anyone stealing my picture book perfect boyfriend from me eveeeer so I got you this for valentines <3 *gets out marriage contract* go on love of my life write down your name and grant me with a life supply of your baked godly goods tehehe~ <3

.... yes I lost a bet... *whispers* yes it's Ace... Sorry Sir...

I swear to Michard 😩 Trey prompts have so much potential for fun awkwardness… Love it 💕

Sweet on You.

Trey-boo?

Well, that’s a new one.

He blinked, cautiously eyeing you as you sauntered over to him, hands folded behind your back. Between you, his younger siblings, and Heartslabyul, Trey had always thought he’d get accustomed to high-octane antics—alas, here came another curveball, courtesy of his significant other.

“Yeah, I know the date.” He cocked an eyebrow. “… Is there something you want to tell me?”

You let loose a torrent of mushy praise, whipping out a piece of parchment paper and waving it in his face. Singing of his perfection and even more perfect baked goods, you urged him to sign, your eyes large and pleading.

Trey startled, setting his glasses askew. The honeyed drawl and the sprinkle of a giggle on top was, perhaps, a little too much for his brain to comprehend at once.

“Ahahah…” He readjusted his frames, a pithy laugh at his mouth as he tried to collect his thoughts. “I see that you’re taking a page out of Azul’s book. Maybe a little too much of it.

“… So, what’s this really about?”

You glanced at the ground, shyly kicking it. The confession slipped through your lips before you had even realized it—you were so honest with Trey, so comforted by his presence. It was only natural to spill your heart out to him.

He nodded understandingly. “Ah, I thought something was up. You know, you really shouldn’t let Ace bait you into these dares and bets. It always ends up badly for one of you—or worse, for both of you.”

Wise words from a wise man.

… Too bad you weren’t so wise.

You pouted, your brows turning up and your eyes starting to water. “Pwetty pwease, Twey-senpai?”

“Aw, don’t look at me like that. It’s not fair,” he sighed—though his tired tone tinged with his own brand of playfulness. “How can I say ‘no’ to that face? Sure, I’ll sign for you if that’s what makes you happy.”

It took but a moment for Trey to scrawl his name on the dotted line. You furled the paper back up and pumped your fist triumphantly. Victory tasted as sweet as one of his cupcakes--but even sweeter would be Ace's shocked expression when you rubbed it in his face later.

"Alright, alright, settle down." Trey's hand coming down upon your head and giving your hair a good ruffle. "I know I just signed my soul away to you and all, but you really don't need a contract to lock me down. You call, and I'll come running."

Your cheeks warmed at his promise. Perhaps you'd have said something just as charming and sincere, had the growl of your stomach not cut you off.

Trey laughed lightly. "Come on, I have a cake cooling in the kitchen. You can help me frost and decorate it, and then we can cut you a slice. Gotta make use of my perks and get some of those 'baked godly goods', right?"

[tfpbayversetmnt4ever]

AI Generated Future Cowboy Leo And Reader Lemon

You lived your whole life in a town, you worked and tried to spend little. One night you had to go draw water from a well, while you were moving the handle so that the bucket lowered to the water, you noticed a horse and its rider approaching in the distance, you thought that it must be just another traveler and you continued with what you were doing. but then you heard a male voice speak to you Excuse me, can I have some water for my horse please? He is thirsty when you looked up you ran into Leonardo, you recognized him as that dangerous criminal wanted by the law

Nothing else but just a jezebelle working at the towns saloon you were terrified of what this criminal was gonna do to you so you just nodded your head yes and gave him and his horse some water as water accidentally splashed on your boots through your dress now glistening in the moonlight.

Leonardo's eyes widened slightly as the water splashed onto you, highlighting the curves of your body against the moonlight. A roguish grin spread across his rugged face as he dismounted from his horse and slowly approached you.

Now your cheeks blushing beet red and you squeaked softly shyly you started to back away from him getting nervous and frightened.

Leonardo chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on the way you squirmed under his gaze. He moved closer, not touching you yet but still within your personal space. So tell me, pretty thing... what's a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?

"Wh-who me? Well I uh just work at the local towns saloon as a singer and a waitress the saloon that my father owns," you say softly as you whimpered looking away from him.

Leonardo's hand gently brushed a stray lock of hair out from your face, his thumb tracing lightly over your cheek in a slow caress. Singing and serving drinks to all those rowdy men, huh?

You couldn't help but squeak and blush softly at that as your eyes now stared into and locked with his masked eyes. "S-Sir pl-please!" you moan.

Leonardo smirked, his fingers gently tugging on the hem of your dress. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your neck as he whispered. You don't have to be afraid of me, pretty thing. I promise I won't hurt you…

"B-but you're the towns most wanted criminal! Pl-please let me go and I swear I'll forget ever seeing you and I won't tell a soul about you!" you say whimpering as your body trembled.

Leonardo's smirk only widened, his fingers trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer against his muscular form. You sure 'bout that? Because right now, I'm quite liking the way you're trembling and whimpering for mercy.

"Pl-please sir let me go or I will scream!" you managed to say as you opened your mouth wider about to scream for help trying to get away from him.

Leonardo chuckled, his hand swiftly covering your mouth to silence your scream. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. No one's coming to save you, sweetheart. As far as they're concerned, you're already a goner.

You started to cry as tears poured down your cheeks at that and you struggled and squirmed in his grip trying to desperately make him let go of you.

Leonardo's grip on you tightened, his other hand reaching down to grip at your hip. He could feel your body shaking in fear and it only fueled his own desires. Shh, don't cry now. It's no use pretending you didn't want this.

All you could do was cry and sob as you couldn't speak at all because his hand still covered your mouth and he still had a very good grip on you preventing you from escaping you looked away from him.

Leonardo's grip on you lessened slightly, though he didn't release you completely just yet. I didn't say let you go. I just want you to stop fighting me so much. His voice was rough, deep, laced with promise and desire.

Finally you caved in and surrendered yourself to him completely nodding your head saying to him that he could whatever he wanted to you as you sobbed brokenly.

Your surrendering only made Leonardo harder in response, an intense pleasure coursing through him as he took this as a sign of your desire too. With your nod came a small smile on his face. Well then. He shifted slightly before lifting you effortlessly from your feet to sit on his lap.

But you started to cry as tears poured down your porcelain cheeks. "Please let me go sir. Please! I beg of you to let me go!" you said crying as you tried to get off of his lap.

Leonardo grunted in response to your pleas, pressing his body closer against yours as he held you tighter. He could feel his blood rushing in response to your pleading and the struggle between wanting to punish you further and needing release.

You managed to get a bold idea and stomped your foot roughly on his boot struggled and scratched him and started to make a run for it and tried to escape him.

Leonardo's hand shot out, gripping your ankle as he easily pulled you back against him. His body pressed against yours, trapping you in his arms as he ground his hardness against you. Fuck... He groaned lowly, eyes blazing with desire.

"Please sir not that! Anything but that! Please don't fuck me! I'm saving myself for marriage!" you sobbed out still protesting and struggling in his arms.

Leonardo smirked at your protests, his hand sliding up your leg to cup your heated core. You're saving yourself... for marriage? He chuckled darkly, his thumb rubbing in circles against your aching slit through your clothes. That's adorable…

"Sir please! I mean it! Don't make me hurt you or scream real loudly for help because I will!" you said threatening him but at the same time you started to moan softly.

Leonardo laughed heartily at your threat. But you won't scream, not when your body betrays you like this. His voice became velvety smooth as he continued to stroke you through your clothes. Your pussy grows wetter by the second…

You could only continue to moan mewl squeak and whimper softly trying to not let others hear you as you were right outside in public.

Leonardo's grin widened as he observed your reaction, his other hand sliding beneath your waist to cup your ass tightly. Do you really think no one around us can hear these sweet little noises of yours? He whispered seductively into your ear before kissing it lightly.

"Ahh sir please! Please stop making my body betray me! Please ahh!" you couldn't help but moan and mewl a little bit louder this time though.

Leonardo let out a deep chuckle at your plight. That's it, let go my dear... He started to massage your clit through your clothes with firm strokes as his hand continued to squeeze your ass possessively. Just relax into my touch…

"Sir please! Please stop making me feel so good! What if my father comes out and sees us?" you asked him softly as you continued to whine and cry in lust and in arousal.

Leonardo's fingers found their way under the thin fabric of your panties, teasingly skimming over your sensitive folds as he continued to massage your ass. Don't worry about your father, sweetheart. He won't be interrupting us anytime soon. Besides…

"Sir please! We're out in public! Wh-what if someone sees me stark naked while you're doing things to me?!" you ask him panicking as you loudly let out wanton whimpers.

Leonardo's dark laughter filled the alley, casting an ominous shadow on the grimy walls. Who's going to stop us? I own this town, my dear. Your body is mine when we're alone like this. Just surrender to me…

"Yes sir. You may have me. I'm all yours with whatever you want to do to me," you said defeated and surrendered yourself to him entirely as you looked away from him.

His hand slid into your panties, slipping two fingers deep inside you as he began to slowly finger screw you, his thumb massaging your tender nub. There's a good girl... Now let's see how much louder you can get while my cock is tucked inside you... *

"Ahh L-Leo pl-please! Stop making me feel so fucking good!" you whimpered and moaned at him as you covered your mouth silencing your cries of pleasure.

With a devious smirk, Leonardo continued his exploration inside you, his long, thick fingers curling up to reach your deepest depths while his thumb relentlessly rubbed your clit. There's no need to hide your cries, my dear. You belong to me now.

And with that the was the final straw as you reached your climax and orgasmed all over his gloved fingers deep inside of your pussy as you started to drool and pant.

Feeling your body shudder and convulse around his fingers, Leonardo couldn't help but let out a low growl of satisfaction. He pulled his hand away from you, leaving a trail of your juices on your inner thighs. Now that's a good girl…

"Leo please! I need you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me please! Don't make me wait any longer!" you cried out as your face heated up blushing as you drooled for him.

Grinning wickedly, Leonardo pulled off his gloves and tossed them aside. Then, he reached down to grab your hips, lifting you up and positioning your pussy over his hard cock.

Waiting until his cock went right in through your folds bottoming out into you until you adjusted to him you whimpered and moan softly as you felt him making you full as you threw your head back against his chest.

Feeling your wetness envelop his length, Leo groaned deeply. He held onto your hips tightly as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you. "Ay dios mío..." His voice was husky with desire as he buried himself completely inside of you over and over again.

You couldn't help but nonstop moan beg and whimper as you arched your back grinding your hips down against his cock.

Feeling your eager response, Leonardo's movements grew more urgent. He slammed into you, claiming you as his own with every powerful stroke. The sweat glistened on his toned body as he lost control, his primal instincts taking over. "Your mine..." *

"Yes Leo. I'll be more than happily be yours. I belong to you ahh fuck!" you whimpered out as your body quivered and shook in blissful lustful arousal for this man.

Leo's thrusts became harder and faster, driving him deeper into you with each one. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to pound into you like a wild animal. The bed creaked beneath them under the force of their passionate lovemaking. “

"Leo please! Fuck me yes fuck me! Use me as your cocksleeve!" you moaned out as your walls clenched around his cock as you felt stuffed full of his cock deep inside of you.

With a low growl, Leonardo picked up the pace even more, his hips slamming against yours in a feral rhythm. He bit down gently on his lower lip, trying to hold back his climax as he felt himself getting closer. "You're so tight…

[septembersghost]

I feel like the biggest reason why harry and justin aren't comparable because he seems like he sees music as a 'job' instead of 'passion'? I never got a vibe from justin that he is passionate about it as a craft or have that connection to it like harry. Harry seems like a musical equivalent of bookworm. He puts so much thought in what to put out,how the listener would feel,or how to put himself in his music while justin (to me atleast) seems like he wants hits and no 1 s. (His stunt to get yummy no 1🙄). Harry is an album artist through and through to the point where he is incapable of putting a perfectly good song in an album if it feels out of place in an album. I think this is the biggest reason why harry doesn't do deluxes. He wants an album listen to be an experience. He focuses more on leaving a mark as an artist rather than a hitmaker. He makes music because he loves it(kid harpoon talked about harry wanting to work during lockdown and he thought harry was crazy for that). He talked about his songs as his little babies. He talks about music as if it's a language on its own (greatest unspoken dialogue😭) or a cosmic force beyond our control. He talked in depth how the most intriguing thing to write about is loneliness. Justin (again to me) feels like a singles artist more than album one. (Sorry if this is a mess. I am not exactly the most articulate person in the room .I know this has a lot of controversial takes. Which is why I am 100% okay if you don't agree with me or post it)

i have never followed him closely, and admittedly know barely any of his music, so i can't speak with any real authority here, but i think it's possible he was passionate about it as a kid and then got burned out from the pressure/stress/intense fame and so forth. he's never been surrounded by people really fostering his art or even him as a person. being a hitmaker is certainly an accomplishment and i don't deny he's achieved that many times, but i'm not sure music is his lifeblood. whereas, whatever anyone may want to think about him, music is that for h. he's always writing or honing his craft or immersed in music in some way (and i think calling him a bookworm is fairly accurate, he's a bookworm in general!). He wants an album listen to be an experience. yes, and you can feel each element of that when you listen to them straight through as intended. i suspect you're right about his reasons for not doing deluxes too, he sees them as complete works and isn't interested in changing that. he loves music with all his soul and that emanates from him (and seeing that exist very clearly was what made me connect to him in the first place. that will always get me in an artist!). explorations of love and loneliness are such staples of music because they're such constant parts of humanity, and every artist very invested in that unlocks it differently.

h wanting to work and write during lockdown makes perfect sense to me and i have to laugh a little that anyone around him who knows him well would wonder at the reason for that. kid harpoon, if i may call you tom, sir, you KNOW this man!

I am not exactly the most articulate person in the room. you're just fibbing to me in my askbox?! pls. you are SO articulate and this was a thoughtful way of looking at this!!! <3

He talks about music as if it's a language on its own (greatest unspoken dialogue😭) or a cosmic force beyond our control. tbh i believe it often IS its own magical, emotive, complex language and a cosmic force beyond our control. as my darling zoe says: music transcends our existence.

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#𝐎𝐒𝐍𝐇𝐐𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟏𝟏⠀⨾⠀afterschool detention (ft. akaashi keiji)

！ :⠀NSFW, fem! reader, unprotected sex, roleplaying, heavy dirty talk, degradation, intense orgasm denial, rough sex, this is an old work pls spare me from the harsh criticism 🧎🏻‍♀️

"well, look who's here for the third time this week."

akaashi smirks at your figure who meekly entered the cold space of his office, hair covering most of the features he craves to wreck every day of the week. his glaring eyes can already burn holes on a person. but the truth hiding inside the hatred swelling in his system could only mock him in retaliation, that in reality, he's slowly undressing you in front of him with that godly smile of his. he wasn't a patient man and so he let out a cough which made you look up with doe eyes staring straight in his burning soul.

"what did i tell you about that paper l/n-san? i was clear with my guidelines and with how i wanted the references to be written, right?" every word spat right out from his mouth is as sharp as knives, sending shivers down your spine as to how deep his voice was. you can't dare yourself to take another look into his eyes, feeling his strong gaze that could melt you right then and there. the growing arousal from being told off by your teacher got your core aching so badly for him.

"i'm sorry sir." you can only mumble in a soft voice, and there you heard the click of the door signifying that akaashi had already locked it to prevent any visitors from disturbing what's to happen inside these four walls. it was a common occurrence once you entered the room of this strict literature teacher of yours. the way the room suddenly grew tense felt so hot on your skin having the full knowledge that he's there, half a meter away from you. it was like being in hell and he's the devil himself.

"i'm afraid that a 'sorry' isn't enough to excuse you from all of your misconduct l/n-san." akaashi went straight to your back, sliding a slender finger to glide from your spine up to your exposed neck, then your hair tied up in a ponytail was pulled harshly to make you face him dead in the eyes.

"why aren't you answering? did i ask you to tie down your tongue? or would you rather get tied down yourself?" you quickly shook your head in disagreement, whimpering when you felt another hard tug on your locks. "answer me you slut, i think you enjoy being punished this badly, huh? is this the reason why you only fail literature?"

"no, sir." you managed to speak up, causing another smile on his devilishly attractive face. just the sight of the aloof and strict teacher smiling down at you already caused thousands of butterflies to flutter in your stomach and got your inner walls to clench around nothing at how much you want something warm and big inside your gaping hole, preferably the prominent bulge hiding behind his perfectly-ironed black slacks.

"l/n-san, what do you think is the right punishment i should accord for your misconduct in school? i think you should be expelled already, just look at how short this skirt is. i can already see your pretty little cunt with just a gust of air." his other free hand went to hook itself on the ends of your small piece of clothing that barely covered you decently, letting it rise up to your hips and exposed your bare ass in his view.

akaashi darkly chuckled, the hand that used to hold your hair moved and gave your ass cheeks a firm slap, erupting a whimper from your red-stained lips. another slap was given, making your body shake in vigor and complete want for akaashi to do more. he left a visible handprint on your skin, inducing pride to paint on akaashi's face.

"well, look at what we have here. i have a needy little cockwhore, yeah? why aren't you wearing any underwear l/n-san? were you expecting to get punished by me?"

the words filled with such authority and confidence rang in your ears like a fucking mantra and akaashi knew how much you swooned hearing words firing up humiliation to boil in your skin. his demeaning behavior towards your inferior state got you succumbing to the dominance oozing at this handsome male.

"you're barely leaving anything to the imagination l/n-san. you could've at least, i don't know, wearing a thong? even a little piece of lace can hide the fact that you're dripping right now, am i correct?" akaashi used one of his fingers to slide down the crack of your ass up to your sopping cunt, perfectly slick and dripping your juices to accommodate whatever akaashi will give you as his punishment. "look at you, already dripping down to your thighs. is this all for me?"

"yes, sir." you breathlessly answered, causing akaashi's eyes to roll back in the back of his mind just by the sound of your voice. it was a guilty pleasure of his, the word sir rolling off from your sinful tongue got him aching for you. he can't wait to fuck you senseless.

"i expect no words will come out from this room. not that i expect anyone to believe that i'm fucking you raw in my office. bend down on the table, everything off except your skirt and hands behind your back."

he ordered, making you shift in the little space you have for yourself as you prepare your heart with the events that will happen next. akaashi grinned, seeing your pathetic form following his every command, your long legs are now exposed to the air and your pussy ideally wet with your arousal as he would've approved. while you barely got your body ready for your teacher's next action, the towering male removed his black tie and loosened his white button-up.

"i don't think you deserve to be treated like a person right now l/n-san. just taking a good look at you, i think you're better off being a fuck toy. how pathetic," he whispered in your ear as he plunged in two of his fingers in your awaiting hole, making you scream out his name. hearing your airy voice speaking of his name in such a lewd manner got him riled up, grabbing yet again your (h/c) locks and pulled you up to his chest.

"don't you dare address me by name right now", he suddenly hisses, his voice so deep and raspy, struggling to really recognize it as his very own but nevertheless every single one of his words manages to make you press your thighs even further together but was stopped with his harsh thrust in your hole; the arousal way too heavy in your system. "is that how you should address me, you dirty slut?

"i'm sorry sir. i will never do that again."

akaashi felt your walls tighten with his ministration making him curl his fingers to hit your sensitive spots. you choked out a moan, afraid of the people who would pass by the office. as much as your mouth wants to express how excited you are being finger fucked by your teacher, the grave humiliation you'd soon face by letting the student body know you're bent down to akaashi's will and command scares you.

"you're so wet l/n-san. you can't stop making a mess out of yourself, huh? that's it, tighten the fuck up on my pretty fingers."

he pumped in another digit, feeling your warm walls contract at the sudden force cooing you into your orgasm but that's far from what akaashi has in mind. he continuously rams his fingers inside you while holding you close to his built chest, arms looped around your torso and up to your neck as he gives it a tight squeeze.

"isn't it nice to have my perfect hand tight around your fucking throat? do you want to use this hand as your collar, to finally know your damn place l/n-san?" akaashi almost scoffs, the degradation heavy in his words and yet all you can do is whimper and moan when he flicks on your gummy clit. his speed was wickedly evil, going up so high then would stop when he feels your head resting on his shoulder because of complete euphoria.

"sir! hnggg~."

"what a petty whore, are you already satisfied with this?" you really can't choke out an answer when his pace fastens and got you thrusting along with his fingers, your body screaming as it just wants to fucking cum.

"come on now. i need your greedy cunt slick and dripping," he whispers, tightening the grip around your delicate throat and groaning at the way you start clenching around him when he cuts off your air supply. he loves how your face morphed into the sluttiest expression his mind could ever dream of. your innocent and glossy eyes that literally begs at him to rearrange your fucking guts shook him in his core, lips that hide pearly white teeth were agape at the pleasure he knew he could only give to you. akaashi swore he almost cummed just by seeing your corrupted body being ravished by a few of his fingers.

you were crying as you felt your orgasm about to flow out like a dam but as you were about to submit to the storm of pleasure in your core, akaashi removed his fingers out of your sensitive cunt and slapped your throbbing clit. your legs trembled at the way he smugly denied your peak, feeling weak against his strong arms which barely helped you keep up on your throat.

"did i tell you that you can cum without my order?" he growled at you, slamming your body down the table where most of the papers were still underneath your arching back. akaashi laughs at your eyes swimming with lust and craves for his cock, sliding a finger on your labia while you buckle up your legs to the table.

"no, s-sir."

you were ready, so damn ready to give your body to him. well, who wouldn't when this sex god is standing right in front of you, getting his rock hard shaft out of his pants and is willing to fuck your brains out? the male hissed when his hot cock was exposed to the cold air, beads of precum building up on the angry-looking tip. with hooded orbs of blue and gray, you can see how he was ordering you to ready your needy pussy for the punishment he deemed to give you.

"can you stop eye-fucking me? are you this cock-deprived?"

akaashi glides down his cock in a slow and teasing manner, rubbing so hard on your folds and enough to enter its head on your hole. he did some experimental thrusts where you shamelessly jerk yourself up just to stop the painful aching in your little bundle of nerves. another devilish smile was thrown at your way, making you more and more desperate for him to just fuck you until you can't take his cock anymore.

"sir, please." you whined, your patience was running thin. it was too much for you and you can't take it any longer, not when he's flicking your clit like a god damn switch making you twitch with your toes curled inside your school shoes. "fuck! i want you balls deep inside me, sir. just fuck me like you always do!"

"tsk, tsk, tsk. you're losing your manners doll face. i think it's time for me to fuck them back in your brain, yeah? remind you who you are talking to, you cock-hungry brat."

it didn't take long for akaashi to enter you in such haste, breathing deeply at the way you greedily accept his long and thick cock. you let out a loud and sultry moan, feeling the tears running down your cheeks with every single pulse of pain wavering through your body and leaving you longing for more.

"you look so pretty when you cry." he says as he held your hips in a tight grip and one of his hands grabbed on to your pretty tits. "look at this, they fit perfectly in my hand. this little obedient slut is made just for me, huh?"

akaashi has your insides twist deliciously with his brutal onslaught of relentless rutting on drenched walls, groaning down with a smile. you thrash around the table, not being able to hold on to anything. just as your hands were about to grab unto his neck, he slapped it away with a growl. "don't you fucking dare touch me with your dirty hands doll face. this is your punishment for not getting your head to remember every word i taught you in class."

akaashi was mad, so mad in wanting you to reach your orgasm only to take it away with that triumphant smile. hot tears streamed down your cheeks, searching for the end of the table just so you can grab hold to something, to know that your sanity is still there while being fucked raw by your handsome teacher.

"look at you, already coating my balls with your juices." hands that used to roughly knead your breasts moved up to slap you on your cheeks, a deep chuckle followed as your tears were unyielding to stop like the way your cunt drools at the feeling of his cock. "it feels good, doesn't it? you're creaming around me, making such a fucking mess like you always do during my classes. does my cock feel that good?"

it hurts to have something so big shoved into you while having your body used like a sex doll. akaashi didn't care when you feel this intense pain both on your frame and to your pussy. he will have you stuffed with his cock for as long as wants; he'll have your face painted with the dirtiest fucked-out look you can muster; he'll have your soul and innocence destroyed that your mind would be muddled with the feeling of his cock and visage of his face alone.

you can feel it, the earlier build-up of having to get so perfectly finger-fucked by akaashi sent shivers down your spine, your body was shaking in complete submission as you wanted to let go of the dam of milk in your body. akaashi can feel each pulse of your soft but tight walls on his dick, easing himself deeper just to hit that spongy spot near the entrance to your womb. he wasn't close in getting done with you but god, he needs to bite down on his pretty lips and control his breathing just to stop his cock from spilling inside you.

you let out a broken cry when he stopped, trembling as he slaps his hard dick out on your folds. your lips quiver as yet another of your orgasm was stolen away from you, glaring at the male who enjoys the face of pain laced on your angelic features. he gave your cheeks another light slap, making you hiss and smacking his hand away.

"there it is, that's what i was looking for. come on, look at me with those eyes, hate me all you want. tell me how much you loathe me for doing this to you because deep inside this obedient bitch is the temptress that you really are." he choked you yet again with his slender hand, giving it the right squeeze to force another of your strong and burning gaze. even with the strength your (e/c) orbs held, it can never outmatch how dark and angry akaashi looks down at you.

"is that all you can do l/n-san? i taught you better than that."

akaashi put all his strength to make you face the table, one hand down on your hips and the other holding your arms as he slams his dick right back in. you painfully screamed his name, not bothering to lower down your voice as to how he manhandled your body. his hips harshly slapped itself on your thighs, bound to leave bruises, and leave your legs numb by the time he's done with you. his ball sacks were smacking on your slick skin, the sound was so salacious, it got you oozing out more of your translucent fluid.

"see? this is what you love, right? to be fucked like this? like the whore you really are. scream my name, sing for me."

akaashi held you against his chest, leaving soft kisses on your exposed skin which contrasts the way he held you at every ounce of lust he has. he has his fingers digging into your skin, wanting to bury himself deeper than he did earlier. it wasn't enough, akaashi thought as he raised one of your legs to the table, forcing your body to stretch out for him and without getting his cock outside of your hole.

"sir!" the new angle got him hitting on you so deeply, tears brimming on your vehement (e/c) hues, completely lost in the pain of the pleasure. akaashi bit down on your shoulder, he was trying so hard to not cum from how tight and warm you felt around him, clenching deliciously at his dick, perfectly made just for him.

"you're so fucking tight, doll face", he sighs and pushes his cock a little further into your pussy, "no matter how many times i fuck you, this little cunt of yours stays as tight as ever", his words so vulgar as ever. "fuck, this is all for me. fucking take everything i have doll face."

"sir! hng!" you mewled as you tighten more around his cock, slowly feeling another of your orgasm and damn, you're afraid to get it cut out again. you wanted to look at his face, wanted to see your literature teacher in his element. just a glimpse of his black and messy hair sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat flowed down on his flushed face was enough to make your heart leap with happiness.

"if you want me to praise you, give me a good reason to," akaashi whispered each word with such dominance, his hot breath fanning your skin. you wiggled in his hold, feeling lost when he shifted to a low pace. "tell me exactly what you want then i'll give it to you," he adds and straightens himself again, towering your worn-out body.

"sir, please, fuck me with your big fat cock and i swear i will listen to you in class and obey every rule." there laid no filter in your mouth. as much as you sounded so desperate and the way your eyes tried to look for his, turning your back to face him, if it's to show how much you are willing to do everything for him then so be it. akaashi's heart never beat so fast upon hearing the sultriness of your voice with the hint of vulnerability laced in each word.

he just fucking adores you so much.

"that's my girl. you're such a good girl. now here, take me like a champion." akaashi grunts when your walls squeezed him so tight, visibly affected with his dirty talk. "that's it, that's my good girl." he pounded into you in quick but strong thrusts, gripping so hard on your hips in order to steady your shaking body. he lets go of your hand to pull you again to his chest and grabs your face, kissing you with such passion, transcending all his whispers of i love you with just one kiss.

as he lets go of all morals that he has as a teacher, grunting so loud without a fucking care of those who can hear, he also got lost with how good you felt around him. he can already feel his dick throbbing inside of you, steadily feeling the build-up on his core, and with how you accept his girth and dirt got him going. you deserved to be rewarded at how good you're taking him.

you tried lifting back your head but the feeling of his thick tip prodding the entrance to your womb has completely clouded your mind in a veil of lust. "sir, kiss me. please." you whimpered, wanting to feel his soft lips to mold into yours as it intensifies the feeling of milking him dry.

"i got you, baby", he grunts, softly leaving kisses on your shoulders up to your pretty, fucked-out face. it's the soft tone of assurance in his raspy and strained voice which almost brutally pushes you over the edge. he then whispered sweet nothings in your ear, trying to distract you with his brutal onslaught, spurring you more to warm his cock to his heart's content.

"see? it's quite easy, isn't it? just take my cock so easily and i assure you that you're going to pass my subject." you writhed in euphoria, completely blown away as to how he fills you up so good and how he pounds into you so fast and rough. everything was done the way you like it, noting how akaashi would seem to remember every bit of what you liked on your previous sessions of sex.

it was then you could feel your core spasm with his dick, body shaking so hard with your toes curled in delight. the waves of your orgasm break down onto you, drowning you in such intense pleasure, your heart skips a solid beat. you start shaking slightly, whining and whimpering like a woman gone mad, and just as the harshness of your climax starts calming down again.

akaashi felt every pulse on his dick and your cries and moans to ring inside his ears, coaxing him to let go, filling you up to the brim with his hot cum. your walls are covered with the aftermath of sex, the scent reeking out the room and some of the thick fluid gushes out of your hole. akaashi made sure to plug in his softening dick, enjoying your cunt warming him up.

"i love you f/n."

"i love you too keiji."

you both laughed, seemingly the air around the room grew soft as bells of your chuckles resonated in this office. akaashi was slow in his movements, gently putting down your propped up leg and caringly scooped you in his strong arms. he was careful not to remove his cock in your core, still relishing in the cozy embrace of your walls. your face smiled at his beaming one, slowly closing in and gave each other a soft kiss. your tired arms wrapped itself on his neck, feeling him move himself to sit down on the large office chair.

"you did so good f/n. did you enjoy it?"

"very much."

you feel tired, your eyes slowly close. the adorable sight of you, having your orbs softly staring at him while it tries to stay awake that matches the lazy smile on your face got akaashi's heart to flutter so bad he just has to kiss you again.

"want to talk about our next roleplay in the tub? while i massage your back and have you relax?" the man offered, dreamily sighing at the way you cutely nodded at him. "stay awake for me, okay?"

"yes, darling."

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make me - myg | m

strawberries on a summer evenin'. baby, you're the end of June. i want your belly and that summer feelin', getting washed away in you - watermelon sugar, harry styles

↳ summary- an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nc17

↳ word count- 4.4k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre-  pwp lol, smut, fluff, somehow the dirtiest fluff i have ever written bc there’s some depraved shit in here

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (dont...pls), dirty talk, rough sex, degrading talk, dom/sub undertones, bratty backtalk

↳ a/n- yooooo dawg this... was fun.  i hope you enjoy!!  ive been in my yoongi feels lately uwu. feel free to comment, message, dm, whatever u want babes.  i love you!

Yoongi thinks if he has to hear your upstairs neighbors fuck for another minute longer he might actually go crazy.

It’s been hours now.  The girl is screaming like a feral cat and the man is doing a terrible impression of a porn star, trying his best to talk dirty but really just calling the howling banshee awful names.  

If only his dick would be as annoyed as his brain.

He knows you’re awake next to him too.  The steady rise and fall of your breathing changed when the bad porn above you began—now it’s faint and too quick to indicate anything but your wakefulness.

“Ohhhhh oppa!” The girl above you screams.

It’s finally what breaks down the silence in your bedroom.  At her wanton sound, you and Yoongi are unable to stop yourselves from bursting into laughter.

Yoongi’s stomach hurts from laughing so hard.  Tears form at the corners of his eyes as you make the bed rumble from the force of your combined laughter.

“God, do they think that sounds hot?” You finally ask after settling down to mere giggles.

Yoongi shrugs and wipes away his tears. “Apparently.  He must like the way she sounds like a dying cat.”

His comment sends you into a spiral of laughter again, and you’re clinging to your chest as it heaves with exertion.

Yoongi is your best friend for a reason.  No one makes you laugh as hard as he does.  No one understands you the way he seems to be able to—it’s almost intuitive the way he can understand your feelings.  

You live for your weekly sleepovers.  You drink wine, watch terrible horror films, gossip about your other friend’s love lives, and fall asleep in your bed together.  It’s never been anything but blissful.

Until recently…

When your heart decided it would beat too fast around him.  When your brain decided to spin and weave stories of romance with your best friend.

Now, you can’t hardly think about anything else around the dirty blonde haired boy.  It’s overwhelming to all of your senses when you see him, feel him near you.  You want to kiss him, to love him, to tear his clothing off.

Which makes lying in your full size bed while the neighbors above you fuck and attempt to act out their wildest fantasies—badly—so much harder than usual.

“God,” Yoongi sighs and tugs the blanket up to his chin. “Does she even like it or do you think she’s faking it?”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust. “Ugh, I know I wouldn’t be into it.”

“You don’t like dirty talk?” He teases with a poke to your stomach.  It makes an eruption of nerves go off in your chest.

“Oh, no I do. But that’s not dirty talk,” you shrug. “He’s just being mean. There’s no sensuality underneath it.”

He hums and lays back down to stare at the ceiling.

“Give me an example,” he asks of you. It makes your cheeks flush red and you’re thankful for the darkness in your room to provide you cover.

“Um, well,” you cough awkwardly. “He’s saying shit like ‘you fuck anything don’t you?’ which, maybe she’s into degradation, but I’m not. Not that extreme.”  Your explanation sounds lame, but you continue anyway. “I prefer to hear things like ‘this slutty little pussy belongs to me’.  Possessive and hot at the same time without being too...uhh...hurtful.”

Yoongi feels his cock rise with piquing interest. There’s a nagging guilt about thinking of his best friend this way, and a tinge of jealousy thinking someone who isn’t him has said that to you.

He feels his throat dry up, and you wring your hands nervously on the blanket. The moaning above you doesn’t stop, and you can hear the telltale sound of flesh slapping on flesh, indicating they’ve commenced into penetration and it makes your body throb with annoyance, and with want.

There’s moments when a louder slap echoes through the room—it’s clear the man is slapping her somewhere—and she whines desperately.  Your core starts building that familiar heat, a slickness gathering you can’t stop. You press your thighs together tight and squirm as subtly as you can. You pray Yoongi doesn’t notice.  

Yoongi, however, does notice.  He breathes a sigh of relief internally knowing he’s not the only being affected by the commotion above. But he doesn’t understand the meaning behind it. For all he knows, you’re just turned on because—well, because it’s sex and it’s loud and who wouldn’t be a little turned on? You’re likely not at all aroused by him, or the thought of him. Right?

Another slap echoes through the room and you can tell by the way the girl gasps that her partner slapped her in the face.

“Damn,” you shiver.  Yoongi turns to peek at you through the darkness.

“You into that?” He asks curiously. “Face slapping?”

It’s hard to swallow for a moment—it feels like you’re trying to down a boulder.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “Yeah, I like pain.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply and it makes you fear you’ve overstepped the line. You’ve gone too far off the ‘best friend’ track and the whole train is about to de-rail.

You’re opening your mouth to apologize for taking it too far when Yoongi finally speaks.

“Fuck it,” he sighs. “You want to fuck louder and establish dominance?”

The world stops turning.  You’re sure that gravity doesn’t exist anymore and the theory of relativity has been proven wrong.

Did Min mother fucking Yoongi, your best friend of over twenty years, just offer to have sex with you to...establish dominance over the neighbors above you attempting to make a cheap porn?

He’s looking at you normally, but there’s a glimmer in his eye that says more.  It says he wants you.  Your stomach twists in on itself.  There’s no way, there is no actual plausible way that the man beside you feels the same way about you as you do.

“You want to have sex with me?”

Yoongi’s cheeks turn pink and he looks away for a minute.

“I also want to date you,” he murmurs.  

If you thought the world ended before, you’re sure this is the fiery explosion that brings a new earth into life with a bang.

The noises from upstairs interrupt the romantic moment with a scream, a guttural howl from the man, and then muffled whispers and sighs.

“What do you say we keep them up all night too?” His mouth turns to a smirk as he awaits your reply.

“Yeah,” you nod as you throw the blankets off you.  “Fuck those guys, lets show them what real kinky sex looks like.”

Yoongi’s eyes turn feral as he works his eyesight down your body.  Your normal sleepwear outfit of a tank top and shorts looks like lingerie to him now and he’s salivating at the way he can see the curve of your breasts, and the press of your hard nipples against the fabric.

You’re throwing yourself onto Yoongi’s body in an instant, pinning him down to the bed and pressing your lips to his.  You waste no time in waiting for him now that you know—now that you’ve heard with your two ears that Min Yoongi not only wants to fuck you, but date you as well.   No use wasting any more time—the time for action is now.

The kiss is hot and Yoongi’s hands falter for a moment in surprise before he’s coming to his senses and tugging at your tank top quickly to pull it off your body.  His hands feel hot on the bare skin of your back, rubbing at your spine and up to your shoulders.  It makes you shiver, and you slide your tongue into his mouth to explore the heat inside.  

His hands navigate forward to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples—pinching and pulling and rolling between the pads of his fingers.  It has you keening into his touch and grinding down on his basketball-shorts-covered cock. 

Yoongi pulls away from you and pulls at a nipple harshly, which makes you gasp out loud.

“It’s real cute how you think you’re in charge right now,” he points out.  “Real fucking cute.  It’s gonna make me almost feel bad for punishing you.”

You’re sure your soul is going to leave your body at hearing your best friend’s sexy baritone voice verbalize your dirtiest fantasies.  If this is how you react now…, may God have mercy on your poor little pussy.

Yoongi thinks he’s possibly never been harder than he is right now.  His best friend, best girl, is sitting atop his boner and he’s twisting your pretty nipples so hard they’ll surely turn purple soon.  You sound so sweet when you whine, and you’re starting to whine louder as he continues the pressure on your tits.

“You thought you could take control, didn’t you?” He asks, slipping further and further into the dominant act.  He loves this, thrives off it.  He didn’t think you’d ever be into it—none of the girls he’s dated before have—and he’s thrilled he doesn’t have to hide this depraved part of himself.

You nod and bite your lip, wincing as he tugs once more on a nipple before letting go.

“Cute,” he sighs.  “But wrong.”

In an instant, he flips you two over and he feels his heart and cock swell at the sight of your sweet eyes widening at the quick change.  

“This feels better, don’t you think?” He asks.  You nod and he shakes his head.  “Answer me, baby doll.  You’re already about to get punished.  You wouldn’t want to make me not let you cum, would you?”

The fear in your eyes increases and you clear your throat to talk.

“No sir, I don’t want that.”  

Yoongi nearly moans.  Hearing you call him sir, being underneath him—it’s his wet dreams come to life.

“Then tell me,” he instructs. “Tell me you need me in charge.”

You’re dying to be a brat, really wanting to pull Yoongi completely out of his shell, show him the full extent of what he can do to you.  Plus, you really wanna give your neighbors a show—a taste of their own medicine, don’t you?

“What if I don’t want to?” You tease.

Yoongi’s grin turns wider and his eyes sparkle with knowing. He’s a through and through brat-tamer, and by the end of the night you’ll be crying for forgiveness.

“Little tease,” he growls as he leans down to latch his mouth on your abused nipple.  

You gasp out loud, and it turns into desperate mewling as his teeth nibble and pull.  You’ll be bruised up for days, surely.  He sucks hard, pulls on it roughly and bites with meaning. You just know your panties are completely soaked.

“Talking back to me, huh? You think that’s going to get you where you want to go tonight, little girl?”

He turns his attention to your other nipple, eyes peering into yours as you struggle to answer with the sizzle of pain in your breast.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You send back with a shake of your hips under him.

The growl he delivers around your nipple and the quick bite makes you yelp.

“I think I should shut that loud mouth of yours up.”

You smile in response and his fingers tug down your shorts.  You lift your hips and allow him to pull the clothing off and you’re left in your slicked up panties.

“Oh yeah?” You retort.  “You gonna shut me up with that fat cock?”

Yoongi visibly shivers. His spine tingles deliciously for minutes after the hair on his neck settles.  He’s dreamed of you like this, under him and begging to be put in your place.  And now, here you are.  And he can’t wait to make it a reality.  He’s even forgotten about the loud neighbors.  It’s now just all about you.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty little slut so horny to get her mouth on my cock.”

Yoongi allows a finger to trail down your clothed slit, and he outwardly groans at how wet you are.  You’re unable to hold back your whimpers of need—he’s so close to where you need him most and where you’ve dreamed of having him.

“You talk a big game for someone who’s drenched before I’ve even done anything,” Yoongi says with a smirk.

Your legs tremble as he pulls your panties to the side to expose your drenched folds. He dips a finger in and touches your clit. You moan in unison—he’s captivated by the heat and slick, you’re feeling air escape your lungs with every swirl of his finger.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whine.  He tsks and pulls his finger out.

“That’s not my name right now.” His hands start to slide your panties down and your stomach leaps with excitement.

“Sir, please.”

“Now you want to be my good girl?” He asks with a chuckle. “Where’s my mouthy little brat who wants my cock to shut her up?”

He leans back on his heels and watches you eye him. You’re nearly bursting at the seams. You’re naked while he remains completely clothed and while you’d normally feel exposed and vulnerable, all you feel is white hot heat. You’re burning for Yoongi, for him to do what you’ve dreamt he could do.

“Why don’t you show me what that sweet mouth can do?”  

He maneuvers to stand at the side of the bed, dick straining against the mesh of his shorts. He waits for you to sit up, which you wordlessly obey.  His cock is now eye level with you, and your mouth feels dry. You’ve dreamt about this dick, about what it looks like and how it would feel in your hand, inside you. The fact that you’re here now, about to find out all your secret fantasies is heady.

Your hand rubs at the straining material, over the thickness of his cock. He feels big, and you give it a squeeze which makes him hiss.

“Still being a tease,” he sighs with faux disappointment. “You’re in a precarious position to be such a little cocktease.  Might need to fuck that right out of you.”

It makes you whimper—his direct threats sounding like smooth promises going straight to your core.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Yoongi growls and grabs a bit of your hair, tugging your head back to look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should shut this fucking mouth up.”  His voice is dark, and his eyes glow with lust.

A grin pulls over your face as you gaze sweetly up at him—his hand still gripped tight in your hair.

“Make me.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment as he stares at you in wonder—his beautiful girl, so rebellious and yet so willing to comply.

“I fucking love you, you little fucking slut.”

Yoongi forces his shorts down and grips your chin, holding it hard in his hand.

“Now choke on my fucking cock.”

You open your mouth complacently and he wastes no time in shoving his entire length down your throat mercilessly.  

It’s hot. It feels like fucking heaven.  Your lips wrap around him and suction and he can feel your gag reflex straining against his tip at the back of your throat.  Yoongi thinks his entire spine is tingling with desire for you and the way you take his cock so well has his toes curling.

You didn’t even get to have a good look at Yoongi’s cock before it was shoved into your throat, but now that it’s there you don’t even need to see it to knows he is fucking thick and long. It stretches your mouth and you know your pussy will be taken to its limit when he finally buries himself inside you where he rightfully belongs.

“Can’t talk back now, can you?” He teases as he begins to fuck your throat. “Mmmm shit—, you suck my cock so fucking good.”

His words are nothing but encouragement for you and you fight back the growing discomfort in your throat and allow him to use it as he pleases.  Tears form in your eyes and slip down your face at the exertion and you soon feel his balls slap at your chin.  You’ve only fantasized of being used like this by Yoongi, and now it’s actually fucking happening.  You’ll be damned if you don’t give him the suck of a lifetime.

Yoongi thinks he’s staring into heaven as he fucks your tight mouth and watches as your eyes fill with tears.  They leak out and he knows you’re loving this just as much as he is by the palpable enthusiasm you accept his cock with.

“Look at my little brat,” he coos mockingly. “Not so big and brave now, are you?  Not with daddy’s cock wrecking your hot mouth.”

He picks up the pace and the sounds turn disgustingly lewd.  It’s a wet, slurping sound as Yoongi forces his cock in and out of your drooling mouth.  Saliva drips onto the bed below you as you take him all, never given a chance to breathe or swallow.  Yoongi takes and you selflessly give. You’d allow the man to split you in half—and you’re actively hoping he does just that tonight.

Suddenly, Yoongi is pulling out of your mouth and leaving you panting and keening for more. He grips his cock with a fist.  He strokes himself roughly and looks down at you.

“Gonna cum, baby girl. Fucking beg for it.”

Your hands grip at his thighs and you’re breathing hard to catch up on the oxygen you were denied.  But it doesn’t stop you from doing exactly as he orders.

“Please, daddy. Please cum on my face.  Let me taste your cum, I want to know what you taste like.  Cum on me.  Mark me, daddy.”

Yoongi whines and increases the speed of his pumps. His mouth falls open as he watches you pout so sweetly and wait so eagerly for his seed on your face. He wants to see your entire body covered in his cum and he plans on ensuring that happens sooner rather than later.

“My eager little bitch. Wants her daddy to mark his territory.”

You nod, tongue sticking out and wagging like a dog for his cum.

“Please, daddy.  Make me messy.”

It seems to be the secret password to Yoongi’s climax. Your desperation, your eager position, the way you beg so sweetly.  It sends him right over the edge and he cries out as his cock pulses white stripes over your pretty face.  

He wishes he could take a picture of the way his cum covers your face.  He’d make it his background photo so he could see it every day, show everyone around him the gorgeous little whore he gets to cum on every night.

“Shit, babygirl,” he groans as he attempts to catch his breath.  “Look at you.”

You smile as your tongue retreats into your mouth and you savor the drops that landed on your tongue.  Your eyes close in bliss as you enjoy the flavor, noting it tastes salty and sweet and you can’t wait to reacquaint yourself with the taste over and over again.

“Lay back,” he orders as he pushes his shorts all the way off.  

In his haste to fuck your throat, he only pushed them halfway.  He slips out of them and pulls his shirt off before he joins you on the bed.

“Let me drink this cunt.”

You whimper in agreement as you press your back in to the pillows and spread open your legs.

“Please, daddy.”

He grins as he lowers himself to lie between your legs.  He blows on it, cool air pushing over your folds chilling you.

“Fuck,” he sighs.  “Greedy little cunt wants it all, hm?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“So compliant for me now,” he whispers as he kisses your thighs. “I like it when you behave.”

He kisses in further, and soon he’s using his fingers to spread apart the folds and pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit and laving it over the aching nub.

“Holy shit,” he groans as he comes up and sucks his tongue back into his mouth.  “Sweetest little pussy.”

You can’t reply, the capability to speak has left you now.  He buries his face back into your cunt and gets to work.  His tongue starts flicking against the bundle of nerves and then dips down to fuck into your channel.  He works his tongue around you and your back arches off the bed and your heels dig into the mattress.  You seek purchase in his hair with your hands, digits gripping at the blonde locks between your thighs.  

Yoongi groans and moans into your cunt, and soon he slips two fingers in to fuck you roughly.

He pulls his lips away and licks his tongue over them to collect the slick that lingers.  His fingers maintain a quick pace and he drinks in the sight of you gasping at the stretch.

“Yeah, look at you take my fucking fingers.  Such a wanton little whore for me.”

He slides another finger in to join, then another, and it makes your cries echo loudly around the room.  He suddenly remembers the neighbors above you and smirks.  He pulls his hands from you, making you keen with desire and desperately beg for more.

“Daddy! Please, I need..” you gasp. “Need you!”

He pulls himself up to join your hips together and rolls his them against each other.  His cock rubs against your soaked pussy and he bites his lip at the feel of it getting slicked up.

“I want you to be nice and loud for me, baby girl,” he demands sweetly in your ear as he licks the shell.  He notes your shiver and smirks, before kissing your ear lightly.  “Tell those mother fuckers upstairs who’s going to take you to Hong Kong.”

“Yes, daddy,” you agree.  

It only takes the consent to leave your lips for Yoongi to spear his cock into you.  He’s not slow or gentle, he pushes it into the hilt immediately.

Yoongi meant to start a pace, to begin fucking into you mercilessly, but he’s frozen inside your tight heat.  You feel so good, so fucking tight and warm and wet for him.  It’s better than heaven, and surely better than any pussy he’s been inside before.  Maybe it’s because it’s you, and no one else.

“Fuck!” He gasps. “Holy shit I could cum right now.”

You whine and move your hips desperately.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard, please!  Use me like your little cock sleeve.”

Yoongi bites his lip and feels his cock pulse.

“Shit, you’ve got a dirty fucking mouth,” he grits. “Let’s see if you’ve got a dirty little pussy too.”

He sets a pace, desperately wills his cock not to cum yet.  He wants to fuck you senseless, until your eyes roll back in your head.  He’s gonna make sure you get off on his cock before he comes close to his end.

Yoongi grips your chin again, like he did at the beginning as he fucks into you roughly.

“Look at you take my fucking cock so deep,” he bites out.  “Your cunt is so fucking desperate for my fat cock, isn’t it? You need me to fuck some discipline into you.”

You’re nearly screaming now at the force of his thrusts.  He’s pushing all the way into you with each push and his balls smack against your ass deliciously.  You’re babbling, words unable to make sense as he fucks all the brain cells out of you.

“Dumb little cock slut,” he whispers as he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth and bite at it before releasing it  “Little brat turns into a perfect little fuck hole for me, so fucking good for me.”

“Yes, y-y-yes baby! S-so close!”  

Yoongi’s had you near the verge since his oral, and now with his punishing pace and power in his driving hips, you’re hovering over the edge.

His hand drops down to rub at your clit, a circular motion that has you gasping and screaming his name.

“That’s fucking right,” he breathes. “Tell them, baby.  Tell them who’s got the best fucking cock.  Tell them who fills this pussy up so well.”

You’re eager to comply.

“You, daddy!  Fuck!  You feel so fucking thick in me.  I need your cum, please, please.  Cum on me.”

Yoongi feels his balls tighten impossibly--he knows he’s seconds away from an explosive orgasm.

“Cum on my cock, baby girl.  Let me feel you cream my fucking cock.  Wanna see you all over this fat dick.”

His free hand tugs at a nipple and pulls it punishingly, tugging it so far it pulls the skin around it.  Your screams light up the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls and surely traveling up to your neighbors bedroom.

“Yoongi! Fuck! I’m cumming!” You warn, a millisecond before your world crashes around you.  

Your cunt squeezes his cock so tightly that it causes his hips to stutter in their pace.  It grips him tight, angry like a squeezed fist and Yoongi feels the air get sucked out of his lungs as his climax follows directly after yours.  He didn’t even have a chance to pull out--he’s emptying his load into your womb and whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls milking every single drop greedily.

It’s several minutes later that you’re both caught up to normal breathing and resting beside each other on the bed.  The room is silent, save for little pants and breaths, and Yoongi reaches over to lace his fingers into yours and hold your hand tightly.

“You wanna date me?” He asks sweetly, as if his cum isn’t dripping out of your cunt as he speaks.  

It makes you laugh.  It’s so classically Yoongi that you can’t help but to laugh.  

“Yes, daddy, I want to date you.  I want to date you every single day.”

He pulls you into his embrace and kisses at your forehead.

“Maybe we should send your neighbors some flowers for getting us together,” he teases.

As if on cue, the all too familiar sound of skin slapping against skin and screeching moans comes from upstairs and plays through your apartment like an unwanted jukebox.

“God damn it, our plan backfired.” he grumbles. “I think we turned them on.”

You press your sticky, sweaty body against him and kiss at his lips.  Your hand sneaks down to his cock and grips it again, begging it to come back to life.

“Shall we try again, then?”

[svchengss]

hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed. 

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”. 

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started. 

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers. 

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside. 

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting  about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made. 

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited. 

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out. 

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded. 

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party -  jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home. 

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically. 

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone. 

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it. 

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made. 

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted. 

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets. 

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you. 

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck. 

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence. 

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers. 

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less. 

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy. 

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home. 

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave. 

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him. 

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more. 

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days. 

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated. 

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-” 

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more? 

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands. 

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening. 

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back. 

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air. 

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure. 

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair. 

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him. 

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence. 

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. 

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

[niks-minion]

Bnha 303. Top three alliance

So last week I tried my hand at rambling about spoilers and it was fun. I’m gonna indulge myself some more, bc how can I not then my favorite chicken entered the Todo family chat?

Hello, dear sir, top heroes are happy to be at your service. Thanks for talking loud enough btw, very appreciated. Sorry, our third eavesdropping blonde buddy can’t join the party due to, you know, coughing blood.

Hawks: surprise Enji,Todo,Rei: wtf?

Oh well, it happens you know when you’re in a place with tons of other ppl around ya. Honestly, Shouto you should know better by this point.

Lol, why Enji reminds me of a monkey here? Nevermind. Forget it.

I’m not sorry. At all. Small details are important, or that’s I’ve been told.

Pls queen, stand up, you have nothing to apologize for. 😭

that’s the cultural difference for you. I mean if I had fucked up, my mom would have said smth like “ugh why, why this child is mine again?” Pls tell me I’m not the only one.

Also, hawks, my little bird millennial, you’re doing great with fast typing. Is there a crush course somewhere? I mean I can type without looking too but the speed is remarkable. I tip my hat.

So to all the ppl who were “ugh Hawks is an abuse apologist” may I point out that even if he seems chill, even if he said that he’s sure it’s not like that anymore, he’s still checking and asking about the scar. And I’m sorry but his eyes are saying “tell me you did it to your child and I’ll punch you”

Hawks: Oh, it was his Mom? Ok, cool. Wtf is wrong with this family.

Anyhow this mummies party gets better. 👀 Shouto saying “so close” not once but twice? How not to joke about celebrity crush here? Todo makes it impossible, I swear.

What’s he thinking on the last frame?... pls don’t tell me it’s some kind of guilt trip, bc there are too many things like that in this chapter, I don’t need one more.

YES HE IS!!!!

One, two, three: SHOUTO KUN YOURE SUPER COOL! ( he calls him by his first name👀)

Ok I need them to get along well too. Getting along with blondies is Todo special talent, like being a great hand crusher. Can Shouto go to Hawks’ agency with Toko? Pls?

Or just adopt Hawks in the family, I don’t mind.

I don’t like Keigo feeling guilty for leaving his parents. Like yeah, Shouto is a kind little soul, maybe readying himself to forgive all the shit, but Deku’s point is valid. It’s totally ok not to forgive. They were awful parents. And honestly, I don’t see how staying with them would change this fact. You were a kid damn it!

Ok so then we get a two minutes quick review of “previously in bnha” and all the clusterfuck happening in the city. Thanks, feathers.

Oh. Oh. Hawks says “I’m here” for the man who’s been his inspiration for so long. I might sob just a bit.

Ok, old man, that’s the boost you need to charge your “I’m a hero” batteries. Now wakey-wakey. It’s time to kick some asses. And maybe explain yourself to little commoners on the other side of the window.

I love Natsuo.

What, your tears must make me forgive you? Pfffffffft, yeah, no.

Thanks Hori really. That it’s not like magically everything is cool and shining, and Todo family is back together hugging his dad bc he’s sorry. Nah.

But let’s get back to business

Talk shit about Enji all you want, but the guy is smart. Not for the first time he’s connecting the dots, coming to a correct answer. (Todo’s got his theory obsession not from this branch)

AND ITS TIME for TODO TO FINALLY BE A PART OF OFA

Pls tell me I’m reading it right. Tell me it’s not only for Hawks and BJ knowledge. Come on AM, it’s time to spill the beans.

MY GREMLIN IS BAAAAAAACK, alive and kicking

Holy guacamole, Kats chill bro! Deku is not gonna say goodbye to his little coma adventure just bc you’ve managed to disturb even the neighbor building.

These three are the only smart and responsible ppl here. Thank you guys. Put this idiot to rest before he throws up his guts on the floor.

Lol.

BJ:Oh hey, great lord explosion Murder, yes I remember all this long ass crap, so you’re good? Was a little worried considering a couple of holes in your body. Bakugou: I can’t believe I was waiting for this moron to reveal my hero name.

So the new meddling duo is on the way to Deku. Who can’t answer at the moment pls, call back later.

Next time we’re gonna get the “ofa secrets reveal” while the bunch of blondies are crowding the space! I kinda don’t want tdbk to miss this party. Pls deliver a special Bakugou package to this room. Todo go visit your precious friend. If ppl can wiggle in your private mess, feel free to do the same, bro!

[ji-yaaan]

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks! 

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HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud  you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge  due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest  cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

[illyaana]

Tags: Angst (like a lot), Fluff (like a lot), Kaminari Denki x Reader (shoulder-length hair pls, tq), Binaural

Synopsis: You and Denki are childhood friends. When you were young, you two found this little meadow filled with wildflowers. Who'd thought your safe haven would bring back such painful feelings?

Word Count: 2812

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The meadow you both crouched on glowed a gold hue as your fingers grazed the soft petals of the tall wildflowers, its stems rubbing against your sides. You eyed how the soft colour dusted itself on the peach skin of the boy before you, his entranced gaze stuck on the yellow and black-coloured butterfly fluttering its wings on the white-coloured flower. You enjoyed the bright smile adorned on the innocent male as he saw the now flying butterfly dance in the pale blue sky.

When’s the last time you both did this? - just walking around this little haven you both found together a year back?

Your six-year-old self reflected on all the memories they made with the seven-year-old in front of them.

It all began here - this little prairie.

Your first friend, your first wound, your first fight, your first day-out; it all took place in this land of vast greenery dusted yellow by blackeyed susans, corn marigold and bird's-foot trefoil.

It is all thanks to the adventurous, little blonde boy in front of you.

“Why are you staring, Y/N?” Denki said, nudging you.

“Just looking at the flowers, that’s all.”

A good lie, Y/N - a skilful lie.

He looked at your finger, eyeing it. Soon your hands were in his, the soft pad of his fingers trailing on the small lines of your hands. Each crevice was examined by that soft gaze of his, playing with your soft skin. His finger stopped at the scar painted on the fleshy part of your palm, a sulk forming on his lips.

“Was this from that time I dared you to jump from that tree?” He asked, guilt laced in his whispers.

It was, but you didn’t want him to know.

“Don’t worry, Denks - it wasn’t from that dare,” you say as you take your hands away from his grip, “I picked up a rock and there was a sharp end and it cut through my skin.”

He pulled your hand back into his, stretching the skin around the scar. He tried looking for clues to make sure you weren’t lying, a stressed look evident on his face.

You chuckled, gripping the side of his cheek and pinching it.

He looked at your radiant smile and all his worries washed away.

He let go of your hand and gripped your cheek in his left hand. His thumb began to rub small circles on your cheek, admiring how you leaned into his touch.

He loved how you were so at peace and calm when you were with him. You had no qualms in wasting hours listening to his dreams and aspirations, intervening once in a while to expand on his little ideas.

But you - right now, like this - is his favourite of it all.

You looked like an angel, the light from the Sun lighting your soft skin. The flowers and the very ends of your hair softly swished against the wind, forming such beautiful scenery as he took in the view unravelling in front of him.

He wondered how those flowers would look against your fingers, your hair, your ears…

He wondered how you’d look dripping in flowers.

“Sit down.”

Denki eyed the ground beneath him, looking for flowers that reminded him of you. The softness you brought, the light mood you formed whenever you were around him, the warmth you radiated whenever you were with him - he kept it all in his head as he saw the flowerbeds filled with flowers of different species.

His eyes stopped at the Black-eyed Susans that swished with the wind.

He instantly grabbed handfuls of the dainty-looking flower, hoping he had enough for the idea he had in his head.

Using his long nails, he cut the stem of the flower right down in the middle. He split one of the sections again, making three strips out of a stem. He then slowly began to braid the stems together, weaving them into a long strip.

“Stick your ring finger out, Y/N.”

You let him wrap that small strap around your finger, a determined gaze focused on the base of it.

He then inserted the end of the weaved strip into a section of the strip, securing its shape.

He took the rest of the flowers he collected and put them in his pocket as he walked behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Let me do this! I have an idea,” he said, happiness lacing his words.

In a huff of annoyance, you agreed.

He began to braid the two front pieces of your hair, slowly adding the flowers he collected. He made sure that the stems were hidden behind your luscious hair. Once he finished braiding them both, he brought them to the back of your head, tying them together with the hair tie on your wrist.

“Are you finally done?” You ask, turning to face him.

You stared at his eyes focused on you, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Angel.

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me do this, Y/N,” he replied, covering his cheeks with his arm.

You looked like an angel to him. The way your eyes twinkled, your soft lips, your cute nose, your soft skin, your gaze - it was all so perfect to him.

“Y/N,” he started, “Promise me when we get older, we’ll marry each other?”

Your eyes widen as you quickly stand up in shock.

“The hell, Denki?!” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, “You just can’t say that!”

“I think you’re the only one that can handle me - after all, you’re still here,” he says as he rubs his chin.

“Denki, life doesn’t work like that.”

“And you know how my life is going to work? Knowing me, I’d be single until I’m 23-years old if we don’t make this promise. I’d most probably have a sugar baby-”

“Stop,” you say, holding back your laughter, “Is that your plan if you don’t get into a relationship by 23?”

“...maybe.”

You began laughing, clutching onto your stomach as you stared at him.

“Stop laughing, okay!” he says, annoyed.

“Well, at least you have goals-”

“Y/N!” He says, hitting your back.

You take a deep breath as you recollect your thoughts.

Maybe a life with him won’t be so bad.

“If I can prevent you from thinking of being a sugar daddy that early in life, then sure; we can get married.”

He smiled, grabbing your hands.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

You both hold hands as you walk out of the meadow.

“I’m picturing you with a college girl at 65-year-”

“Stop.”

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“You’re finally back!” said Denki as he jumped into your arms.

“Yeah, I am.”

You looked at the now pro-hero in your hands. You chuckled when you felt his small grip on the back of your loosely fit university hoodie. He pressed his head against your chest, nuzzling into the soft cotton. A small hum left his lips as you ruffled his blonde hair - signalling how comfortable he felt in your hands.

God, you missed him - it felt so wrong to leave him right after graduating from UA.

However, you have become a skilled inventor - no one could doubt that. Thanks to the guidance of David Shield, you’ve made your name in the inventing world. You came back to Mustafu to build your brand - hopefully alongside your childhood friend.

“So, Chargebolt,” you teased, “Congrats on getting into the top 10 of the Hero chart! I was shocked when I found out that you - of all people - got in.”

“Hey,” He hit the back of your head, “I’m a good hero, okay?”

“I sense favouritism but okay,” you teased again.

“Not very good of you as an up and coming inventor to tease a pro-hero.”

“So the friend label is gone? Understood, sir. Have a great day,” you say as you push him off of you.

“Fine, fine, fine. Come in.”

You walk into Denki’s new apartment and a flush of memories come.

You eyed the small pictures he hung on the wall, the little trinkets he kept on his coffee table and the way he arranged his kitchen. It all reminded you of his former home - the home near that little meadow.

You miss it - you both did.

You took out the little flower ring he made all those years ago and placed it in his hands.

“Remember this?” You ask.

“You kept it?” He said, smiling, “I can’t believe you did!”

“Yeah. I book-pressed it the minute I went back,” you say, chuckling, “Y’know, I still think about that little promise we made in that meadow from now and then.”

“What promise?”

You eyed the metal band around his ring finger.

He remembers - he definitely remembers. After all, he was the one who made you agree to it.

“You didn’t tell me we were having guests, Denki.”

Your eyes fell to Jirou walking out of a room and wrapping her arms around his waist from the back. She pressed her head against his neck, her hair brushing against it. He smiled, leaning into the newfound warmth she gave.

You saw the same metal ring around her left ring finger. The same gem, the same design, the same shape - everything.

“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? I’m engaged to Jirou! - We’re getting married later this year.”

Of course, he forgot. It was just a simple promise you both made when you were kids. It meant nothing - nothing at all.

“I’m happy for you, Denki - I really am.”

You really were.

You are happy that he finally met someone who loved him despite seeing all his flaws.

You are happy Jirou managed to see what you saw in Denki - a loveable, amazing soul with a heart of gold.

You just wished you didn’t hold onto that promise.

You wish you threw away that rotting ring when you had the chance.

You wish you never went to that meadow.

You wish you never met Denki - not like that.

You wish you never fell in love with him.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Denki said as he hugged you again.

You don’t want him to hug you.

You wanted distance - you wanted to go back to I-Island.

You don’t want to be here.

You tried to pry Denki off of you, but you couldn’t - his grip on you was too strong.

“Denki, you’re choking me,” you say whilst fake-laughing.

You looked at Jirou who smiled at his display of affection towards you.

She trusts you - she knows how much you mean to him.

You don’t deserve it - her trust is wasted on you.

You are in love with her future husband - the very person who is hugging you as tight as they can.

“Denki, they look so uncomfortable - get off,” she said, patting her shoulder.

You want to get out of here.

You need to.

“I think I’ll head to my hotel room, Denks,” you say as you grab your bags.

“But-”

“Denki,” you say as you push him off of you angrily, “I need to go, ok?”

You look at his torn expression and guilt hits you.

But it was his fault - all of this was.

He isn’t meant to cry - you are.

And here he is, tearing just at the sight of your angry expression.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? You seemed okay when you came earlier…”

Stop crying, Denki.

“There’s nothing wrong, Kaminari. I just need to check into my hotel room, that’s all.”

Kaminari.

“Do you want me to drive you there? I-”

“It’s okay, Kaminari. I’ll get a cab.”

Kaminari.

“Y/N, we’re good, right?”

“Why would you think we aren’t, Kaminari?”

Kaminari.

You walked out of their apartment, tears trailing down your eyes.

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You stood in the meadow you met Kaminari, eyes closed. You took in the fresh air brushing against your skin as the smell of fresh flowers invades your nose. Your now long hair felt weightless as the wind lifted it, giving you wings.

“How do I look, Y/N?”

You stared at Denki in his black tux and smiled.

He looked amazing, as usual.

His skin looked amazing against the obsidian-coloured suit. The sunlight hit his skin so well it looked like it was glowing. His hair was tousled, giving you a full view of his undercut. You chuckled when you saw the black streak of his hair hidden under his natural yellow hair - it looked as if he was trying to hide his foolish mistakes when he was a kid. You looked at his small piercing now adorned with a purple gem, reminding you of his fiance.

He’s finally getting married.

He’s getting married in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

He’s getting married to someone else in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

“You look good, Kaminari.”

“Why are you calling me Kaminari? Call me Denki.”

“I can’t, Kaminari.”

It would bring back too many memories.

Painful memories.

“I don’t know why you can’t, though?”

“It doesn’t feel right…”

“You’ve been calling me Denki or Denks ever since we were kids, Y/N! Hearing you call me Kaminari sounds wrong…”

“Leave it, Kaminari,” you say, hiding your feelings behind a laugh.

“No, I won’t. Call me Denks, Y/N.”

Stop.

“Later, Kaminari.”

“Not Kaminari - Denki.”

Stop.

“I promise I’ll call you that later, now go get ready.”

“I am not leaving until you call me Denki.”

Stop.

“Kaminari, just go.”

“I don’t know why you stopped calling me Denki ever since you saw Jirou that day - it doesn’t make sense. You were my first friend that called me Denks, you made that nickname - Why are you calling me by the nickname you made?”

Stop talking about it, please.

“Please, Kaminari - let it go.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“I won’t until you tell me why. Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, Y/N. You know I won’t hate you no matter what happens.”

“Just drop it, ok?” You say, anger lacing your words.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Just tell me-”

“Fine.”

You forced your wrist out of his grip, making him fall on the couch.

“You wanna know why? It’s because I thought you remembered the promise we made as kids. I hoped you felt the way I did about it; I hoped you knew why I never got into a relationship.”

You gripped your phone tightly, not wanting to lash out at him anymore.

Why did you do that? Why today?

He’s supposed to be happy today.

“What promise, Y/N?”

A dark smile graced your lips.

What were you thinking? Shouting at him won’t make him remember.

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you lifted your face to see his worried face.

“It’s okay, Kaminari - don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not? You’re crying in front of me,” he said, tears forming in his eyes, “You weren’t meant to cry today.”

You weren’t either, Denki.

He got off the couch and began to hug you tightly. He pressed your head against his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

You gently push Denki and cup his face in your hands. You rub the tears from his eyes as he pressed his cheek onto your left hand.

“You okay, Denks?”

Just for today, you’ll give what he wants.

Just today.

“There it is!” He said, jumping on you, “Don’t you dare call me anything but Denks again.”

“Mhmm.”

You hugged him one last time before heading to your seat, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

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You saw how happy he stood at the altar with Kirishima by his side. You chuckled as you looked at the small banter happening between the two of them, pissing off the priest slightly. Bakugo snapped at the two of them very often, telling them to keep quiet.

Still the mother of the group.

Soon after, Jirou walked in.

She wore a white dress that tugged on her amazing figure, surrounded by lace. Dandelions surrounded her, flying in the air, encasing her in pure beauty. They danced around her as her orchestra of young kids sang and played instruments for her.

You saw how tears formed in both of their eyes as they stared at each other.

Tears of joy encapsulating how much they’ve dreamed of this moment.

While yours that showed joy hid everlasting longing.

You feel cheated - not by Denki, but the black-eyed Susans that tickled your feet.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans that cleared a path for Jirou to meet her beloved.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans Denki used when he was young to make you that damn ring.

Your tears watered the devilish flowers painted yellow and black that stood beneath you, taking in your pain as a drug.