#pulls big sexy down in for a kiss (seemingly aggressive but then hims kisses are just soft n sweet ;; )

[skelekins]

I love the trope of tails getting all twisty when the person is like tingly with EmOtIon and feelings

Like when people curl their toes or tie their fingers together when something feels good or really excited

What I’m trying to say is I love the idea of Kelek’s tail getting supper twisted up if he’s super flustered

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Title: Diamonds Are Forever

Part 8.6 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8.1, Part 8.2, Part 8.3, Part 8.4, and Part 8.5 can be found here!

Parings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

With an extended break, Cater decides to take Mirai on a trip to remember. This trip should have strengthened their bonds, but somehow they break a little too.

cw: A little spicy in the beginning. A little smutty. (＾་།＾)

a/n: Wanna add a slight warning/trigger warning: referenced self hate, referenced suicidal thoughts. There is another thing I wanna put a warning for, but I'm not quite sure how to label it, but it has to do with how Mirai sees himself, like gender wise? It's not quite gender dysphoria, but I'm not sure. And it's nothing graphic but you can never be too safe.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!  (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Turns out Mr. Diamond was also staying in the same hotel. Apparently the room Cater and Mirai had was originally Cater’s father’s. He was supposed to hold all their meetings in that room, but they changed plans, so he gave it to Cater and took one of their smaller suits. It still kinda bothered Mirai that he couldn’t pay Cater and his father back, but Mr. Diamond insisted that it was no trouble at all, he said he liked the feel of the other room better. They parted ways in the lobby, not before Mr. Diamond expressed his gratitude for finally getting to meet Mirai, and placing a big wet kiss on Cater’s forehead, much to Cater's chagrin. 

Once they made it to the room, Mirai and Cater made their way to the bedroom, and just as Mirai could set his cake down on the bed, Cater was pulling him into a deep kiss. Mirai groaned into the kiss, pressing closer to Cater, tangling his fingers in Cater’s blazer. Cater broke the kiss with a wet smack, making a wet trail of kisses from Mirai’s lips and down his neck. 

“You don’t know how long I wanted to do that,” Cater mumbled into Mirai's neck.

Mirai chuckled, smiling deliriously at the attention, “Yeah?”

“You’re so frickin’ sexy in that shirt,” Cater breathed, “So frickin’ pretty.”

“Look who’s talking,” Mirai said breathily.

“Dad saw the hickies.”

“Oh,” Mirai said, his veins running cold. “Was he mad?”

“Nah,” Cater half lied. “He just thought your shirt choice was poor in hiding them.”

Mirai laughed, “Wasn’t exactly trying to.”

Cater stood up straighter, looking down at Mirai, “Oh? Does Mi-Mi like showing off his love bites?”

“Very much.”

Cater chuckled, his hands falling Mirai’s belt. Mirai raised an eyebrow as Cater looked him in the eye as he yanked the belt taunt. Mirai laughed at the aggressiveness as Cater pulled the end from the buckled, and in one quick pull, the belt came free. 

“Undressing me already?” Mirai teased, voice sultry, “I thought you liked my outfit?”

“I do,” Cater smirked, winking as he unbuttoned Mirai’s see through top painstakingly slow, “but something tells me Ima like it better on the floor.”

Mirai snorted, choking on a laugh and Cater gave a snicker of his own. Cater popped open the last button, letting the sheer fabric fall from Mirai’s shoulder. Tossing the shirt onto the bed, Cater moved to Mirai pant’s, unbuttoning his leather slacks, pulling down the zipper.

“Wanna try out the tub?” Cater muttered, pulling off his own blazer.

“As long as we can add bubbles,” Mirai smiled.

“Bubbles it is!”

The tub was spacious, and even with the two of them sitting face to face, there was still more than enough room for them to stretch their legs. The jacuzzi jets made the water foamy, the pressure feeling like heaven on Mirai’s back. Cater took a couple of selfies, posing with the soap suds and Mirai laughed at his antics.

After they washed up, Cater pulled the container of Cheesecake from seemingly nowhere, and popped open the lid.

“Open,” Cater smirked, leaning forward, forking off a small piece.

Mirai met him in the middle, taking the fork into his mouth, sucking the cake off the plastic utensil. It was good, so sweet and creamy, and Mirai moaned around the fork, eyes closing in pleasure. 

Cater crooned softly, “That good? Should I be jealous?” 

Mirai chuckled, sticking out his tongue, “Yeah you should.”

Cater forked off another piece and held it out. Mirai sucked it off like the first, a drizzle of chocolate falling down his chin. Mirai sucked in a breath, trying to catch the syrup before it fell into the suds below. Cater reached forward, catching Mirai’s chin between his fingers, and slowly, he pulled Mirai towards himself, stuck out his tongue and licked a long stripe up Mirai’s chin. Mirai whimpered with a shudder, chasing after Cater’s lips. 

Cater placed the container on the stool next to the tub and pulled Mirai into his lap. Mirai moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips down, as he pulled at Cater’s orange waves. The glide was smooth, the soapy water aiding them tremendously.

“You taste like dark chocolate,” Cater giggled against Mirai’s lips.

“Gee, I wonder why,” Mirai laughed, kissing Cater again. 

Cater latched his lips onto Mirai’s neck, sucking yet another bruise to join the rest. Mirai moaned, rolling his hips down against Cater’s, relishing in the pleasure and pain. Cater groaned against Mirai’s throat, sucking harder, and his efforts were rewarded with another roll of his lover’s hips. 

“You really do have a pain kink, don’t you,” came Cater’s muffled voice against Mirai’s collarbone. 

“Yes,” Mirai groaned, “now bite me.”

Cater laughed, doing what his lover asked. Mirai hummed contently, pulling a fistful of Cater’s orange waves. Cater took a shuddering breath against Mirai’s neck, his hips jumping upward. 

“Like that?” Mirai crooned, petting a hand through Cater’s hair.

Whimpering breathily, Cater nodded, “Yeah.”

Mirai leaned back down for a kiss and Cater met him with the same enthusiasm, and let’s just say there wasn’t much bathing being done after that.

Their bath was done, their cake finished, and Mirai was more than ready to call it a day. Winding himself down, Mirai took a walk around their hotel suite, and before he knew it, he found himself staring out the windows, looking at the city below. He recalled their trip so far, the memories putting a smile on his face. He almost wished it would never end. He liked this, traveling with Cater, “living” with Cater, but he knew they both had responsibilities back at NRC. It’s not like he didn’t want to go back, no, far from it. He knew he’d miss the others, he knew he’d miss Grim, Ace, Deuce, even Sebek, all of their companies being welcome ones. He finally had friends who cared about him, he finally had people to rely on, people who needed him, people who actually liked him. He had a boyfriend. He almost wished their days at NRC would never end, that they could just stay there with each other, but Mirai knew that was impossible. Mirai knew each and everyone of them, from Heartslabyul to Diasomnia, all of them had lives outside of NRC. But he didn’t, Mirai had nothing.

“This view is so pretty,” Cater said, his voice suddenly breaking Mirai’s thoughts. “I wish we could never leave.”

Mirai just hummed, plastering a fake smile onto his face, not wanting to ruin Cater’s happy mood now that he just ruined his own. 

Cater took a couple of pictures with both his camera and cell, before he sat the camera on the table. Cater scrolled through his phone and suddenly, smooth late night Jazz filled the room. It was calming and it fit the ambiance of the city hotel room and the view of the city below perfectly. Mirai sighed constantly when Cater wrapped his arms around Mirai from behind, holding him close. 

“I think I’d like to live in a city like this. A highrise apartment, all glass and classy,” Cater rambled, swaying the two of them back and forth to the chill beat.

Mirai hummed, “What happened to having a house built?”

Cater hummed thoughtfully, “I’ll save that for when I settle down.”

Mirai chuckled, the sound not so genuine, but seemed not to notice.

“After I graduate, Ima move to the city, start a career for myself, enjoy being young and dumb, then when I get older and settle down, I’ll have that house built.”

“Yeah?” Mirai asked, feigning interest, “What’s that gonna be like?”

“It’ll be a suburban neighborhood. I’ll have a huge front yard, a two car garage, and a wrap-around porch. The backyard would be huge with a pool, and deck to grill on. I’d have five bedrooms and a guest bedroom for when the guys visit,” Cater listed. “The kitchen would be huge, the whole thing open concept, which would be great for entertaining, a study, a finished basement for entertaining, and the master would be huge, the master bath similar to the bathroom here, and that huge closet I want.”

Mirai nodded, giving a little giggle here and there as Cater spoke, trying not to seem rude.

“Like, I’d be the cool, sexy guy that all the single moms swoon over as I walk my dogs around the neighborhood. I’d throw the best summer parties, like no one would beat me. I’d have two dogs, although I don't know what kind, and I’d have the coolest car on the block that everyone would envy. And then maybe, somewhere down the line, I would like to be a dad.”

Mirai couldn’t describe the feeling in his chest, it was like his heart was shattering in two. He felt so horrible, he hated how he felt, how he was treating Cater right now. Cater had it all figured out, and he was telling Mirai this, he trusted Mirai with this, and here Mirai was, giving him half baked responses. He was being selfish and he hated it.

He wanted Cater to say it’d be them, the two of them in the city being young and dumb in the high rise apartment. He wanted Cater to say it’d be the two of them in that suburban townhouse grilling in the summer, entertaining in their open concept living room and kitchen area. He wanted Cater to say it’d be the two of them jogging in the early morning with their two dogs, sitting on their wrap-around porch. He wanted Cater to say it’d be them having the guys over, that it’d be their big closet, and their big master bedroom. He wanted Cater to say they’d be the cool dads on the block with the cool cars as they went to their respective jobs, taking their kids to Spelldrive practice. But he couldn’t, could he? He was a man, and he couldn’t give Cater his dream. He wanted to cry.

“What about you?” Cater asked, lacing their hands together, “What do you want to do after you graduate?”

Mirai had technically graduated, getting his diploma before he was trusted into this world of magic, but he never had thought about what he wanted to do, he didn’t care. Mirai was too busy struggling to get by, just barely staying afloat, crawling on his hands and knees to survive in that cruel, cold world. He had never seen his life as important, he never even thought he’d get past high school, thinking he’d either drop out before then or be found dead somewhere, so he never made those plans. Why would he? He hated dreamers, optimistic people, people who wished for the unrealistic. Mirai knew someone like him would never make it big, he’d never buy an actual house, he’d never get a good car, he’d never get a good paying job. He was doomed from the day he was born. 

“I don’t really know,” came Mirai’s quiet answer. It was a half truth. He really didn’t know, but he wasn’t gonna put a damper on Cater’s mood and tell him the other reasons and one one being the thought of taking his own life. 

“Aw,” Cater pouted, “Well, you still got time, Boo.”

Mirai’s mood lifted slightly at the pet name, “I do.”

Mirai swiftly turned around in Cater’s arms, running his arm around Cater’s torso to clutch at Cater’s sleep shirt.

“You wanna dance now?” Cater chuckled, holding the Ramshackle Prefect tightly, swaying the two of them once more.

Mirai just nodded, not confident in his voice at the moment.

Cater crooned softly, pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of Mirai’s head, nuzzling at the soft blonde hair there. 

“I love you,” Cater muttered, through his kisses.

“I love you too,” Mirai whispered, desperately trying to keep the tears from his voice and eyes.

The rest of their trip went on without a hitch, but now it was time to return to NRC. They ended up having to take the longer flight with Broom Airlines, so they booked an overnight flight, and Cater once again booked First Class. This time they ended up in a whole section that was entirely made up of beds. It was the same pods, except they were beds, not seats. 

Cater was lying on his stomach as he scrolled through his photos of the trip, deleting ones he didn’t like and saving the rest to be edited and posted later. Mirai was curled up at Cater’s side as he tried to block out his muddled thoughts and sleep. Mirai was happy to see everyone else again, but then again, he was happy with the way they were living in that hotel room. It was like they were officially together. 

But Mirai wondered if it was too early to think like that, wanting to have a life with Cater, they haven't even been together for a year. Mirai wondered if he felt this way because he was new to all of this, being in a romantic relationship that is. He never had someone care for him like Cater does, love him like Cater does. He wondered if his want to move on so fast was because he was naive and inexperienced with love. He wondered if one day he’d fall out of love with Cater or vice versa, the two of them realizing it all was just “puppy love.” 

Mirai sighed, trying to will away the thoughts and the impending tears that were trying to escape his closed eyes. He didn’t want to cry today, nor did he want to cry in front of Cater, because then he’d have to explain himself and he wasn’t ready to do that. The last thing he wanted was to make Cater worry. 

“What’s the matter, Love? Can’t sleep?’ Cater asked, putting down his phone.

“Yeah,” Mirai pouted, rolling over to get comfortable. 

“C’mere.”

Mirai rolled to Cater, allowing the strawberry blonde to pull him into his arms. 

“Better?”

“I don’t know,” Mirai whined.

Cater laughed, rubbing Mirai’s back.

“You aren’t tired?” Mirai asked, looking up at Cater.

“Nah, not really,” Cater said dismissively. “Got too much on my mind. “Like what?”

“Like this trip. It was fun and I want to do something like this again, with you.”

“Oh,” Mirai said, surprised.

“But I also wouldn’t mind doing something like this with the guys, y'know? Like a #Friendscation. Like, imagine how lit that would be?”

Mirai chuckled at Cater’s enthusiasm, “Yeah. Twenty-two twisted dudes in a Vacation Home. What could go wrong?”

Cater cackled, “Oh yeah, something bad’s bound to happen.”

“Or break.”

Cater chuckled in agreement. “We should start planning now, that way once summer rolls around, we’d have everything ready. We could treat it like a final farewell of sorts.”

“Yeah,” Mirai whispered, a yawn covering the sadness in his voice. 

“Go to sleep, Baby. I’ll wake you when we land.”

Mirai hummed, “Goodnight Cater.”

“Goodnight, Baby.”

[a03bkdk]

no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

--

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

[nanamins-kitten]

First kiss

note: I've been thinking about this for daaaaaaaaaays and I finally procrastinated studying to do it

no warning, just soft core Nanami lover

Being dragged to church in itself sucked. Being dragged to church for multiple hours sucked even more. Being dragged to church for multiple hours at night sucked dick and balls.

At least the service was over, after like 2 hours of keeping yourself occupied with watching your candle burn and the wax travel down until there was no more string to keep the light alive, and the church was surrounded by nature, lots of trees and a whole row of blossoming magnolia trees.

But it was still after midnight. And it was slightly chilly.

And it started raining.

You grumpled. You had no umbrella and no hood on your white overcoat and stopping somewhere would just take more time to get home. Swearing inside your head, you continued your walk along the magnolia trees.

'Excuse me...'

Suddenly no water was hitting your head anymore. Looking up, and towards the voice that came behind you, a umbrella was now shielding you from the falling water, held by a young guy with blonde hair and bangs falling into one side of his face. You slightly compared it to those of the emo guys that were all over quotev and wattpad covers when you were still active on there, but it was suiting him and his slightly tired, yet defined, face. He seemed to be wearing some sort of uniform, a school uniform.

'You, um, seemed not prepared for the weather.' he said once you two locked eyes.

'Yeah, I made the mistake to not check the weather forecast' you laughed nervously, a little shy at talking with a stranger and slightly intimidated by him. He was tall, very tall, and he was really pretty, and very close to you, sitting under the same umbrella. But he seemed a little shy, or stand off-ish, unsure in his movements, like an awkward teenager. That comforted you.

He looked away for a second, seemingly thinking, pondering something, before looking ahead the magnolia trees again. 'There is a bit of a walk till the gate. Let me walk you there.'

'Oh, thank you! You shouldn't have, but thank you.' Starting to walk on the road again, at a comfortable pace, you continued to look at him and smiled genuinely. 'You're really nice to do that.'

That seemed to make the boy blush a bit, making you smile more, keeping a giggle inside. He was really cute, wasn't he?

'I think that you also look very nice.'

Now it was your turn to blush. It was nice to be complimented by someone you were attracted to.

'Thank you.'

He hummed and the two of you continued to walk quietly. It was actually nice now that you were covered. The smell of rain and spring flowers in the air, the soft nightlights and no busy noise around felt actually close to a date, a perfect date. Step by step, you observed the boy had slowly gotten closer and closer to you, enough that he was in your personal space now, not uncomfortably so, but just enough like someone that you are close to. His hand with the umbrella was between the two of you, his upper arm touching yours. You liked the closeness and tried to swiftly bump your shoulder into his (which was pretty hard, since he was so tall and you could only touch his arm with your shoulder) and it was nice. It felt warmer, even if it had actually gotten slightly windy, but the silence in his presence was actually comforting, and he didn't mind when you lowly hummed a tune.

Finally, the gate was reached.

You turn towards the boy, smiling softly. The rain is much gentler now, but the wind started picking up. 'Thank you again for being so nice.' The gate was right there, a few steps ahead. But you felt the need to do something. So you stepped on your toes and leaned to peck his right cheek, on the spot that wasn't covered by his hair. It was closer to the corner of his mouth than you had planned, which made you blush and bite your lip nervously when you pulled back and were to continue to walk away.

Until he caught your hand.

His face was adorned by a rosy pink and his face was scrunched in some kind of confusion. Was it because you kissed you him? Was it because he didn't know how to react?

Stepping again closer to him, so his arm dropped, but his hand still in yours, you looked him in the eye and waited for him to make the next move. To see what idea is in his mind, what is he planning.

He locked his eyes with yours. He looked determined, a little intimidating, but there was no feeling of fear around you, he didn't want to hurt you. So you didn't move. His head leaned closer to yours and his hand, the one that one second ago was grabbing your hand, reached for your cheek, his knuckles caressing blushed skin. When your noses touched each other, he stopped in his tracks, unsure if to continue or not, if you changed your mind or not. You could feel his anxiety cascading out of him.

So you moved your head forward, your noses rubbing onto his this time, as consent to go ahead. It was a soft peck on the lips, just as gentle as the kiss you left on his cheek. His lips were slightly chapped and felt salty, like he just ate something very recent, but it melted your knees from how gentle it was when he cupped your face with the one hand.

You felt a sudden weight on you, looming, and you opened your eyes in shock to see him stumbling over you.

The wind had picked up suddenly and powerful and stole the umbrella away, exposing the two of you to the rain again. You broke apart to take the image of the umbrella flying away at big speed in, but then your vision went black as a piece of cloth went over your face and a yelp escaped your lips. Turning back to the boy, you understood he took his uniform jacket off and put it over your head to protect you from the rain, while he was completely exposed to the water droplets carried aggressively by the wind. His face was flushed more and more, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

'I don't want you to get wet.'

You weren't sure why that sentence hit you in the guts as hard as it did. Was it the gentle way he was holding the jacket so he could still see your face? Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world and was afraid of accidentally bruising you?

Maybe it was all of it that made you smile cutely, cup his face with both hands and tug him down, where you kissed him lovingly, like he was the love of your life. He was surprised, shocked, but his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you there.

You felt something soft under your hands, but it was not his face, it was softer and lighter, easily to grab and squeeze.

You woke up, eyes slowly fluttering to the morning sun. There were no more rain, no more night, no more church, magnolias, and the boy disappeared completely. Just you naked under the duvet.

Two arms squeezed your waist and a pair of lips left a kiss on your cheek, and then the face all those limbs belonged to nuzzled against yours. "Did you have a good sleep, darling?"

He didn't disappear.

He just grew up.

"Kento," you whined in your sleepy voice, turning in his arms to face him, "I had such a beautiful dream. And you were there too?"

His eyes were still closed, but he hummed as a sign that he was listening. "Is that so?"

"Yes, but actually it wasn't you... it were you when you were still a student, like I saw in the pictures when Gojo showed me."

Nanami groaned. "Please don't mention him first thing in the morning, kitten."

You giggled a bit. "Sorry, sweetheart. Will not happen again." You kissed his nose in apology. "And I was a student too, I think, and we met one silent, rainy night and you walked me with an umbrella and then we kissed."

He squeezed you closer to his chest at your words, kissing your forehead. "I like your dream, kitten."

"Me too." A dreamy sigh left your lips as your fingers were leaving circular patterns on his shoulder. "You know, if that would have been reality, you would have been my first kiss."

"Was I a good first kiss?"

Looking up to him, his eyes were still closed. You continued with your skin patterns, pointedly ignoring his question.

Immediately, his eyes opened and he lowered his head to look at you. You continued with your silly little task, trying not to smile when he moved to ask you again. "I believe I asked you something, kitten."

Damn him and his sexy morning voice, even deeper than usual, and his strong arms grabbing your naked skin so expertly.

"I mean..." you knew teasing Nanami had its limits, but it was way too fun sometimes. Like right now. "It was as good as a kiss as a dream kiss could be. You were really cute and shy then, all blushy and hesitant." Finally, you left a giggle out, remembering how cute he was, you wanted to squeeze him to your chest.

The Nanami you had with you then and there, however, was nowhere near the shy awkward teenager from you dream. He easily flipped you on your back, hands softly pinned on each side of your head, the duvet uncovering your body as he loomed over you.

Going for your right ear, he trailed kisses down to your neck, biting the skin near the shoulder. You moaned and bit your lip, embarrassed by the sound, even after so much time of dating Nanami.

"Aren't you the shy one now?" the whisper in your ear sent shivers down your spine, and warmth shooting through the whole body.

"Kento..." you started, intertwining you fingers with his while he held you down, staring you down.

"What is it, kitten?"

Your eyes travelled to his lips and stayed there for a few seconds, not saying anything.

"I need words, kitten."

Locking eyes with him again, you whispered "Kiss me like it's the first and last time, please."

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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MASTER LIST

This is a collective Masterlist of ALL my CURRENT Works:

*👻🎃HALLOWEEN SPECIAL MINI-SMAU*

BARISTA BEAUTY: KATSUKI X READER

How do two strangers who seemingly spend ZERO time together end up with their true Happily Ever After? Through anonymous texting or nosy best friends that don’t know how to mind their own business?

STRANGER DANGER: BOKUTO X READER

Join Bokuto as he tries harder NOT to fall in love with the mysterious Y/N forgetting about the competition entirely. And join Y/N as she finds herself falling for the most genuine idiot she’s ever met.

SMAU: BNHA & HAIKYUU

BNHA

Dynamite:

At 23 with a solo career going nowhere, Katsuki’s management group Endeavor wants to put together a rival idol group known as Ground Zero consisting of his old groupmates minus the two traitors and a few new additions in the forms of Hitoshi Shinsou, Keigo Takami, and Toya Todoroki (A.k.a Dabi). Their manager Shigaraki thinks this combination of men has what it takes to be better than DK, but Shinsou knows they won’t be able to do it without Y/N.

Y/N is one of the most sought after designers in the business. Pushing her love of music aside she pushed her creativity into a different wheelhouse. With lots of begging and pleading from childhood friends Hitoshi and Jirou, Y/N is hired on to help “re-brand” Ground Zero.

Does Ground Zero stand a chance against the formidable and VERY popular DK? Or will someone come along to show Katsuki a whole new sound?

Will Y/N forever hate idols and pop beats, or will one angry gremlin show here that there’s more to him than the Idol stereotype?

GIRLS NEED LOVE:  BAKUGO X DABI X SHINSOU X READER

At the age of 18, Y/N L/N followed her boyfriend out of their small town of Shirakawa, only to find herself ditched and abandoned in the streets of Mustafu. Broke and Alone, she managed to find a place that would take her in. 3 years later found Y/N, L/N working as the best dancer in the Diamond Client Agency; an elite corporation of clubs strictly for the Hero Elite. Her evening activities consisted of dancing and stripping for heroes and the rich elite. Her day hours consisted of her working on her writing. She wrote articles for the local papers. She had always wanted to write her own stories; since her dream of being a hero was never allowed to come to fruition.

By day, they were Pro Heros: Ground Zero, Mind Jack, and Touya. They had spent the last 5 years in a relationship with the woman they thought they’d spend forever with. Too bad she was only with them to boost up her own ranking. Following the heartbreak the three of them decided they didn’t need anything serious. They didn’t plan for anything serious when they saw her dancing, at a Diamond event. They didn’t plan for anything serious when the event was attacked. But love happens unexpectedly doesn’t it? Especially when love comes in the form of a woman fully encased in Magma.

ROCKABYE: BAKUGO X READER X SHINSOU

How does a single mom who has worked for everything, handle becoming the center of attention for two stubborn business men who only want to give her the world? How do two business men with checkered pasts handle a woman who has a history of her own?

This is Rockabye <3

TRIP: HAWKS X READER X BAKUGO X SHOTO X SHINSOU POLY

Keigo Takami is the owner and operator of Commission Tattoos, one of the hottest shops in the city. Out of nowhere a new shop has opened conveniently enough across the street and he and his boys can’t seem to stand the competition.

Y/N Midoriya ,Tattooist from the small city of Mustafu, has moved her entire life to Tokyo with her friends. Opening Midi’s Tattoos & Piercings seems like a good first step in a big flourishing city like Tokyo. Throw in the sexy competition across the way and you’ve got yourself a party!

Follow Y/N as she tries to navigate her way through big city life, boujie Tokyo city girls, and four men who don’t know how to handle a woman like her. Follow the employees of Midi’s and Commission as they try to maneuver sad single life, chaotic lesbianism, and their bosses aggressively hate flirting all under the sprawling Tokyo skylights.

WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT LOVE BAKUGO X READER X SHOTO POLY

Y/N L/N has been Katsuki’s best friend their entire lives. Izuku Midoriya found the nerve to confess to her in high school, and Katsuki stepped aside just so his best girl could be happy. Moving to the US for a one in a million opportunity; Y/N’s relationship flourished as Katsuki’s career blew up.

Years later finds Y/N dumping her trash ex Deku, and Katsuki moving the Agency he created back to Japan, so he and Shoto can finally get the fucking girl. Too bad Y/N is clueless, and outside forces are doing all they can to keep them apart ;)

HAIKYUU

BAD BLOOD: READER X POLY RELATIONSHIP

Y/N, L/N had big dreams of being a content creator. Alongside her boyfriend they made their own channels and started thriving. Success breeds jealous and due to devastating betrayal Y/N shut down her channel, packed up her bags, and left Japan.

Now, 4 years later at the annoying insistence of her best friend, her cousin, and his annoying boyfriend; Y/N is moving back to Japan and into the ‘Kozume Hype House’. Living under the same roof as her besties boyfriend, her old childhood friend, a dumbass named Lev; and four of the hottest streamers in Japan is going to be a wild ride for Y/N.

Mix in Y/N’s ex, 4 men falling for her, and her no dating rule; and you’re in for a world of sweet chaotic drama.

BROKE ME FIRST: TSUKISHIMA X READER X IWAZUMI

You have known Tsukishima Kei your entire life. You went to the same schools all your life. Graduating middle school gave you the break you needed until you saw a familiar head of blonde hair on your first day at Kurasuno. You’ve spent every school year hating the others existence. What happens when you’re partnered together and have no choice but to cooperate for the sake of your graduation?

BOYS WITH LUV: F READER X ???

Y/N L/N is an athletic trainer recently moved back to Japan after spending 6 years in the U.S. As much as she loves her friends; what she can’t handle is their constant need to “find her a man”. Join Y/N as she navigates her way through dealing with ex-boyfriends, old crushes, and new found love interests; all while trying to navigate her life in Japan and finishing her athletic trainer qualifications. 

Who’s ready for this fucking circus?

DADDY ISSUES: IWAZUMI X READER

Hajime Iwaizumi: Male Escort hired by skinny twig models for arm candy and a good fucking. This man can have any woman he wants, but he has specific rules for the women who hire him. No kissing on the lips. No catching Feelings. And No spending the night.

Y/N L/N:  A model considered “Plus Size” because she doesn’t fit the alleged mold of Size 6 and below. A woman who is confident in herself and her body. She is a woman who proves every day that she doesn’t need a man by her side to get that money.

After Y/N is involved in a scandal surrounding her former FWB Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime begins to take notice of all things surrounding and pertaining to HER. Her work ethic, her confidence, her ability to push the haters off with a smile on her pretty face and a flutter of her eye lashes. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a woman…

But can he show her that he’s everything she needs in a man? How can he prove he’s the man for her when she knows what he’s done to plenty of models who didn’t fit HER MOLD?

Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out huh?;)

FEEL MY LOVE: KUROO X READER

Kuroo Tetsuro had never been very outgoing. He was shy and awkward for most of his life. The only time he seemed to be pulled out of his shell was when he was on the Volleyball Court. High School Volleyball had been the highlight of his life. Until he met Akane. Akane was everything to him. Pretty, Smart, Popular…He couldn’t believe a guy like him could land a girl like her…Until she humiliated him in front of every person in the school.

From that moment forward Kuroo kept to himself, sticking only to his closest friends. Head ducked down, he graduated high school and upon entering Tokyo University, he was determined to make things different…Until he was faced with his high school tormentors…he resigned to the fact that college would be just like high school…and then he met you.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S: SUNA X READER

Suna Rintaro was traded from the EJP Raijin, to the MSBY Black Jackals thanks to an incident involving [redacted]. He was pretty sure he was done with any dating after the shit he went through before. Atsumu and Bokuto had other plans, and decided that the perfect woman for him was only a few blocks away.

Y/N Kageyama has spent her entire life surrounded by volleyball. Her best friend growing up was Ushijima Wakatoshi; Her little Brother is Kageyama Tobio; and the idiots she babysits include the Seijoh three + Iwaizumi. It’s no wonder she’s interested in Volleyball Players…too bad Ushijima always manages to step in and send the wrong message huh?

GIRLS LIKE YOU:  READER X OSAMU X KIYOOMI X BOKUTO X OIKAWA POLY

Y/N L/N: 24 year old single mother to twin four year old girls Mochi and Matcha. Advertisement Executive by day and super mama by night; Y/N has been raising her babies with the help of her friends alone for the last four years. As soon as she thinks she has things handled, she’s thrown for a loop when her twins attempt to play match maker four times over with the help of their uncles and aunties; unable to say no to their precious babies.

Follow the three L/N women as one mama learns that she doesn’t need to do it alone; and two girls learn what it really means to have a father...four fathers ;)

MISS INDEPENDENT:  KENMA X OSAMU X SUNA X READER

3 of Tokyo elites most notorious playboys find themselves tiring of the same routine day in and day out. Each with their own stories of heartbreak. How does one step out of what they’ve been doing for what feels like forever? One woman, tired of celebrating milestones, and vacationing alone; ready to take that step again.... 

When you throw in a meddling best friend, an idiot twin, and a clusterfuck of idiot children; it can only result in one thing...complete and utter chaos, but will Y/N and the 3 playboys finally find happiness in that chaos?

Depends on if all the meddling is helpful or not ;) Stick around and find out yeah?

SMILE:  OSAMU X READER

Y/N and Kuroo were together for three blissful years.The day of graduation she finds herself in tears as she listens to Kuroo tell her that the last three years were a waste of time. With a wave of his hand he walked away and out of her life. Moving to Miyagi she found a group of friends to support her and pick up the pieces. 3 years later Y/N finds herself at Tokyo University. As a new woman with a new attitude; will she run into Kuroo and the chaos he brings with him? Or will someone else come along and show her what love truly feels like?

WRITTEN WORKS:

BEFORE YOU GO

BROKEN PROMISE

DANCE WITH ME

FEEL SOMETHING

SELFISH

IT’S YOU

SAD SUNDAYS:

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“Return To Sender” *Part 2*

So I promised @objection-argumentative I would do a second chapter of this, and instead I wrote “Helpless”. So I wanted to make good on my promise. Sorry took so long babe!

This will either end here, or if it continues it’ll be a “Sexy friends eventually build real feelings for each other and don’t know how to handle it” situation. Don’t know who’s all down for that. 

Also, I did some...research, and learned how to write smut! Yay me! That sounds so awkward...but, anyway. I really thought that this story just entirely focused on that so, I did my best! (Shout out to @storiesofsvu for inspiration 😅☺️)

WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT. 

If you missed Part 1 

Check out Part 3

"And then he just walked out?" 

You were detailing the horrific night to your room mate, who wasn't making the situation any better.

"YES!!!! God I am so fired…." You sighed, putting your hands over your face.

"Well hold on there, drama queen," they interrupted your breakdown. "Did your boss seem upset?" 

“I mean, not really but why wouldn’t she be?” You shrugged.

“It’s not like you were texting during work or something. And he’s like, not even close to being in charge of you right, so it’s not sexual harassment…”

“I’m pretty sure discussing one’s oral skills would be considered sexual harassment babe,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well you didn’t actually say it to him! Or even text it! He just... happened to find out,” They shrugged with a giggle.

“I guess…” 

“I wouldn’t worry about it hon, seriously,” They patted your head and went back to their own room.

You agreed and went to bed, still not entirely sure they were right.

----

The next day as soon as you got to work, there was paperwork sitting on your desk. 

“What’s this?” you asked Amanda, who was your desk mate. 

“Barba wanted you to come collect a warrant,” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh for fuck’s sake...Can’t you do it? Couldn’t ANYONE do it?” 

“I mean he did ask for you,” 

“God….great, now I have to go and listen to him gloat about he’s such a big deal, and that I’m in love with him, and blah blah blahhhh….”

“Yeahhhh, his ego’s probably too big to fit through a door now,” She chuckled. 

“Ugh...I’ll be back,” you sighed and grabbed the paperwork, headed downtown to the District Attorney’s Office.

---

“Hi, I’m here for Mr. Barba,” You greeted Barba’s receptionist. 

“He’s on the phone, but if he’s expecting you, you can go right in,” 

You figured he was expecting you. You nodded and walked right into his office where he was indeed, on the phone. Dressed in an all black suit with the square shoulders, a pink dress shirt with a black tie. God he always looked amazing. And now that he knew you knew that, he’d never let it go. 

He smiled when he saw you, mumbled something about having to call the person back and hung up, still grinning wildly. 

“Well that was fast,” He took the papers from you.

“Yeah...what did you need them for?

“I actually didn’t need them, I needed you,” His tone suddenly shifted into a seductive one. 

“....For what?” You blinked your eyes in confusion; was this actually happening?

“Well, I thought you might wanna take me up on my offer,” He grinned devilishly, walking around his desk to get closer to you.

“A-Are you serious?” You thought you might pass out right there in his office.

“Were you not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean I, just-- I mean I never thought that--” your face was flushing hot, you couldn’t breathe. Of all the possible scenarios that could have come from him finding out about that text, this was the LEAST possible one you ever thought would happen. 

“...You weren’t serious, were you? I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have assumed--” He turned away sheepishly and started back to his desk.

“YES I WAS,” You blurted out in an almost deafening tone. You hadn’t been serious, but if he was offering what you thought he was, there was absolutely no way in hell you were passing that up. 

“Lock the door,” His eyes sparkled with arousal, his grin turning mischievous. You ran to lock the door as you heard Barba speak into his intercom: 

“Sarah, hold all my calls. I’m gonna be busy for a while,” He smirked, making you shiver with anticipation.

“I um...ahem…where do you want me?” You looked around the room for a spot that would be comfortable to lay on...for God knows how long. 

“There,” he nodded to a couch in the corner. 

“Oh. Right. Obviously,” you giggled nervously. God dammit, now is not the time to be your weird awkward self!

“Calm down carino, I’m not going to bite…” He smiled, coming closer to you. When he reached you close enough he pulled you into him, making you gasp with excitement.

“Hard,” he winked, before picking you up and tossing you on the couch. 

“Now you just relax, enjoy and remember-- tips are always appreciated,” he winked as he hiked up your skirt. 

You were going to say something about him being such an ass, but you barely got halfway through your sentence before it was strangled by a thunderous moan, because Barba had wrapped his wet lips around your clit and started sucking.

“OH FUCK,” you yelped, suddenly not giving a damn how loud you were being. Barba laughed against your body and the vibration traveled through you like an ecstatic earthquake.

 “Keep it down sweetie, people are trying to work,” He smirked, before going back down between your legs.

Pinning your thighs apart with his big warm hands, Barba started to work his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. 

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, lifting his head for just a moment, and you growled with frustration and shoved his face back where it belonged. You had never been so forward and...aggressive, like this before but something about him just brought out an animalistic side of you. 

Barba switched to a circular motion, his tongue looping up, over and around your clit again and again, catching it in a tiny whirlpool of pressure and wetness and just enough friction. You couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was like your own fingers, but faster, softer, smoother..

 You made noises deep in your throat that you didn’t even know you were capable of: wild, uninhibited, un-you-like noises.

 Barba grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over your face, trying to silent your quite visceral noise making. You couldn’t help it, and you didn’t care.

One of Barba’s hot hands left your thigh and you missed it immediately, until you realized where he had moved it to. As his tongue continued to twist and spin against your clit in a seemingly impossible rhythm, he slipped first one finger, then two, inside you, and pushed them up against your G-spot. His hands were bigger than yours – you’d often secretly admired the way they looked wrapped around the grip of his pen– and his fingers felt so much more substantial than your own, filling you up like you never could when you were by yourself.

His tongue slipped across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always set you off, and suddenly you were coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his hair and moaning into the pillow so hard you thought you might suffocate. He clamped his lips around your clit and squeezed rhythmically, riding it out with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady as they bucked against his face. Your internal muscles gripped his fingers in waves and he waited until your contractions had completely stopped before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean.

“So what did you think, as good as you imagined?” He smirked, looking down at your body, that wasn’t moving. 

“Y/N?” He pulled the pillow from your face, and you still lay there comatose. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” He shook you, to which you finally responded with a blink of your eyes. 

“Jesus Christ, I thought I had killed you,” He sighed in relief, grabbing his pocket square out of his suit to wipe his mouth clean.

“....I think you almost did,” You were finally able to form words; you had actually blacked out after coming because it was so exquisite.

You were still reeling from his mouth being inside you, now you wanted yours in his. You jumped up off the couch and tried to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Oh sweetie no, I don’t kiss on the mouth. Too intimate,” he shook his head with a “no” motion of his fingers.

“Oh...um...sorry,” You suddenly became very insecure and awkward once again, realizing what had really just transpired. He was actually just proving to you that your thoughts were warranted, nothing more.

“So um..do you want me to….?” You gestured to his very obvious erection poking through his suit.

“I mean...if you want to,” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I mean I just...um, I’ve never….” Your face grew hot and you twirled your hair nervously. Barba’s face went from a smirk to a look of horror.

“You’ve...You’ve never….Christ don’t tell me you’re a virgin, Y/N,” His hands went over his head in a stressful manner.

“N-NO, I’m not! I’ve had sex…” You looked everywhere but his eyes as you added “...Once,” 

“...And have you ever had...that, done?” He raised an eyebrow.

“...Kind of?” You thought back to your one and only serious boyfriend, back in college. He had tried going down on you, but halfway through he had gotten sick and thrown up. It later turned out that he was very, very gay. Yes, your dating life was fascinating.

“Oh my god...what have I done?” He shook his head with a dry laugh.

“You don’t need to do anything, sweetheart,” He smiled, putting his hands on both of your shoulders. “This one’s on me,” 

Sweetheart? What were you, ten all of a sudden? And THIS one? Was he implying this was going to happen again? Was he NOT just freaking out that he had taken your “oral virginity”? This whole thing had suddenly turned into a competition, and you were sure as hell not going to lose.

“You know what, I’m gonna go learn how to do...that,” You gestured to his erection once again. 

“And it’s going to blow your mind. Then we’ll see who’s calling who ‘sweetheart’, ok counselor?” 

“Oh I very much look forward to that, Ms. Y/N. Doubtful, but I enjoy the enthusiasm,” That cocky tone of his dripped with sarcasm as he led you to his door.

“Yeah...well...GOOD,” You literally had no better comebacks than a five year old, mostly because your mind was still in a haze from his brilliant mouth work. Dammit. 

“Very productive meeting, Ms. Y/N!” He yelled at you as you walked down the hall and out the front door onto the bustling New York City streets. 

As mad as you were, you still had to text your BFF: 

“I was ABSOLUTELY right!”

[eternallyrisen]

6:00 AM - Wake up

Delano wakes up with a start. He rolls onto his back with a quiet hiss. What is it this time? What woke him up? Rats in the walls? Uneasy dream? Does it matter?

6:05 AM - Breakfast

Delano pours kibble into Fang and Spike’s bowls before he cooks bacon for himself. While the bacon cooks, he prepares a cup of instant coffee to go with his breakfast.

06:15 AM - Shower

He didn’t shower the previous night, so he has to shower now. The soap stings on where his skin broke last night while he was straining against the restraints.

06:20 AM - Leave the apartment

Delano pockets his phone, keys and wallet, recalls Fang and Spike into their pokeballs, gets his shoes on and steps out. After making sure his door is closed and locked, he makes his way out. Surprisingly, he doesn’t meet any neighbours passed out on the stairs or in the corridors, nor his landlord, who likes to stop Delano to complain about his habits. Coming home too late, being too noisy or paying rent too late, accusing him of feeding the rattatas in the walls.

06:30 AM - Second breakfast

Delano’s a big man. A little bacon and a cup of coffee never keeps him full for long. On his way to work, he stops by a konbini and gets a sandwich, along with an iced coffee from a vending machine.

06:40 AM - Arrive at work

Delano lets himself into Celadon Game Corner by the staff entrance at the back. He makes a beeline to the locker room and to his locker. Unceremoniously, he changes to work clothes.

06:45 AM - Doing the rounds

Delano checks that the Game Corner is as he left it last night. Everything seems to be in order, no one broke in last night. He meets some grunts on their way to the HQ through the secret entrance.

06:55 AM - Coffee

Delano gets a cup of coffee before opening.

07:00 AM - Open Game Corner

Delano will never understand why Game Corner has to be opened at seven fucking AM, but those are the rules. What Delano will also never understand is how and why there already are people waiting to get in and gamble. He hopes those people will get better soon.

1:00 PM - Lunch

After he makes sure someone competent will be left to watch for things, Delano steps out to get a bento box and a protein milkshake from a nearby konbini. He also gets an energy drink, but saves it for later.

1:23 PM - More caffeine

Delano notices he’s starting to nod off, so it’s time for the energy drink.

4:00 PM - Shift ends

Delano’s work days are mostly uneventful, and today is no exception. Delano’s shift ends without a hitch and he’s free to go. He changes back to his casual clothes and leaves.

4:10 PM - Class

Since Delano missed out on lots of education in his teens, he’s trying to make up for it now. He’s not having much success, to be honest.

6:10 PM - Groceries

Delano stops by a konbini and gets dinner supplies.

6:20 PM - Home again

Delano beelines to the kitchen and releases the dogs from their balls. They get fed before Delano starts cooking himself a simple dinner.

6:45 PM - Nap

After dinner, Delano ends up passing out for a bit. He has a lot of sleep debt, after all.

7:15 - Wake up

Delano wakes up with a quiet curse. He didn’t mean to fall asleep.

7:10 PM - Study

There’s still time to kill before the prime time for his side job. Might as well get some studying done meanwhile. The words keep jumbling and mixing in Delano’s eyes. Why do people keep reading and writing if it’s this hard??

8:20 PM - Call of the night life

Time for the side job. Delano puts on cologne and deodorant and leaves the apartment.

8:30 PM - At the club

The music is thumping, rattling in Delano’s chest and his head. He gets a drink, just to get a pleasant buzz on and to lower his rare, still-remaining inhibitions. Then he dives into the writhing mass of people on the dance floor.

8:45 PM - Someone takes the bait

Delano finds someone who seems interested. He’s kind of young, but luckily above the line Delano is comfortable with. He seems to have some internalized issues, with how his aggression seems more compensating than anything, but Delano isn’t here to figure that out. He doesn’t give a shit.

8:50 PM - False alarm

The guy seemingly gets cold feet, judging how he tells Delano he needs to take a leak, but clearly heads towards the exit of the night club. Whatever. Delano will find someone else.

9:10 PM - Let’s try that again

Delano manages to find a second guy who was more upfront with what he wants. Delano sucks him off in the restroom and gets 200 pokedollars for his troubles.

9:15 PM - Another guy

After the second dude fucks off after getting what he wants, Delano finds a third guy to flirt with. He ends up dancing with the guy for some time.

9:30 PM - Still dancing with him

Delano dances and flirts with the guy, hanging on to his every word, pretending that he’s already completely head over heels for him. It’s, of course, an act, a small ruse to make the client feel special and desirable. Some people like that, and it’s just another service Delano offers.

9:55 PM - Going home with him

The guy invited Delano to go with him. Delano accepts. The taxi ride to the guy’s apartment is spent in silence, but exchanging a few heated looks.

10:05 PM - His place

As soon as the door closes behind them, the guy is on Delano, hungrily kissing him. Hands pulling him close, exploring his torso, slipping under his shirt, pulling it up and off. They blindly stumble into the bedroom.

10:25 PM - Reclining

“Is this enough?” the guy asks, leafing a few bills to Delano.

Delano takes them and counts them. 500 pokedollars. “Yeah,” he says. “Thanks.”

The guy smooths his palm on Delano’s chest and kisses him. “Stay,” he whispers.

Delano places his hand on top of his. “I will.”

Delano waits until he falls asleep, then gets his clothes back on and quietly leaves.

10:45 PM - Red lights district

Right then. Another client. Delano meets with some co-workers while walking. It seems that one of Delano’s regulars isn’t out and about tonight.

11:05 PM - Text

Delano gets a text from another of his regulars, asking if he’s free.

i am. should i come over?

The usual place. 😘

Delano pockets his phone and starts making his way to the client’s apartment.

11:15 PM - At the client’s

“Hey, babe,” the client smiles as he lets Delano in.

“Hey, sexy,” Delano replies with a smirk.

The client’s smile gains a sharp edge. “On your knees,” he says.

Delano obliges.

11:40 PM - Cooldown

“Here’s your money,” the client says, throwing the wad of cash on the pillow.

Delano, still out of breath, grasps it with shaking hands. There are already bruises forming on his wrists.

“You should go,” the client says. “I have an early morning tomorrow.”

Delano grunts out an agreeing sound, carefully sitting up. He suppresses a groan as the movement pulls on his sore muscles. Without a word, Delano gathers his clothes, dresses and leaves.

As Delano makes his way out of the client’s apartment building, he counts how much he got paid. 1000 pokedollars. Not bad. He tucks the money away into his coat pocket before letting himself out on the night streets.

While he’s walking, Delano considers heading back to the red lights district, but he’s just too sore for more work. He heads home.

0:05 AM - Home

It took Delano longer than usual to get home because of his soreness and a new limp. When he finally makes it home, he would love nothing more than take a long soak in a hot bath, but he doesn’t have a tub. He’s not sure if his legs can keep him upright for a shower.

0:10 AM - Shower

Delano takes a warm shower, heavily leaning on the wall.

0:15 AM - More studying

Delano stumbles to the crate that serves as a table and picks up where his studies left off earlier. The letters and words still blend into each other and jumble into a flurry. Why does he keep doing this? He doesn’t even enjoy this. 

0:50 AM - Tired

Delano is starting to nod off. He decides to call it a night and get to bed. He brushes his teeth and lies down on the sleeping bags that serve as his bed. He’s asleep before the clock turns to 2 AM.

[lavenderbones22]

Call It Fate-Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx

Summary: Nikki keeps bumping into the same girl in the most random of places. It gets so out of hand that it starts freaking them both out. So they decide to just fuck.

A/N Just a random idea I had so just had to get it written :)

Word Count: 2871

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It had happened a few times that week. The first time was in a corner store in West Hollywood; his eyes followed me the whole way round while I tried to find my favourite candy. The second was when I was out having lunch with my cousin; he walked in and it would have been impossible to not recognise him with his black hair and eye-lined eyes. The third time was at the gas station and I nearly poured all of the gas over my converse when I saw him strutting his way inside to pay.

"What the fuck," I'd mumbled to myself as I watched him through the glass windows.

I must have looked like a lunatic the way that I was looking at him and he didn't strike me as the sort of guy who would miss an opportunity to say something to somebody who was staring. Especially if that somebody was a person he'd already seen twice that week.

"Are you following me or something?" He called out on his way back to his car, his smirk turning me on more than it should have but probably just as much as he meant it to.

"N-no, sorry," I laughed nervously, pulling the gas pump from my car and hanging it back up. Shit, he was making me a nervous wreck. I could feel him watching me still as I closed the gas tank and then fumbled around the passenger side for my purse.

"I don't mind it if you are," he spoke again, sounding closer this time and I could hear the humour in his voice.

"Well I'm not," I spoke with more conviction. He was on the other side of my car, his arm leaning on the roof casually. He was eyeing me like I was his prey.

"Why you out so late getting gas anyways?" He asked apathetically. I mustn't have heard what he said or even heard him speak because he waved his hand in front of my face.

Fuck. I was staring at him again.

"All good?" He chuckled.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" I ran my hand through my long hair and shifted in my spot. "I'm good, I'm just, you know, it's weird I've seen you so many times these last few days and I don't even know who you are."

"Well I don't know who you are either," he retorted. "Come on," he nudged his head in the direction of his car. "Come with me."

"What?" I raised my brows, shocked at his proposal. "I just said that I don't even know who you are and you're expecting me to get in your car with you?"

He nodded his head slowly, like he didn't understand why I had an issue with this.

"Do you think that because you're good looking that I'm just going to get in your car with you?" This guy was kidding himself! Sorry bud, but I don't really feel like being murdered tonight. "No thanks."

"Well yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened." He looked genuinely perplexed by my resistance to him.

"Sorry, it's not gonna happen," I said as I headed inside to pay for my fuel.

"Let's make a deal then," he called out.

"What?" I called back without even looking at him and still walking but now slower because duh, obviously I wanted to know what his deal was; he was sexy as fuck.

"If we bump into each other again you'll give me the time of day. If not, well then have a good life."

I laughed to myself and turned around.

"You got it, rockstar," I winked.

"I'm not a rockstar, well, not yet anyway," he corrected me.

"Well you look like one."

Fast forward one month and I'm standing outside the Whisky on the Sunset Strip waiting to get inside. I loved this place but I didn't come here nearly as often as I would like to. My friends were already inside but I was late because work kept me and I always took way too long to get ready.

I hadn't seen that guy again and to be honest I was kind of bummed out about it. I told my roommate about him and she told me I was crazy to not have just screwed him around the side of the gas station.

"From the sounds of him I rekon he'd have totally gone for it," she'd said.

I was nearly at the front of the line when some commotion started. A bunch of guys came from inside with security guards behind them, shoving them aggressively and pushing them onto the sidewalk.

"I fuckin' told ya Nikki if it happens again you guys are out!" A really tall security guard emerged with a loud mouthed dude in his grip and I nearly died.

It was that guy.

"You can't fuckin' throw us out we make this fuckin' place!" He yelled in his face.

"Go home and sober up Nikki," the security guard said. "You too Tommy."

Nikki. That was his name.

"We didn't start the fucking fight man." The guy he referred to as Tommy spoke up. He was as tall as Nikki but maybe a little skinnier and he had light brown, wavy-ish hair. He was hot too.

What the hell is with all of these hot guys entering my life all of a sudden?

I watched Nikki as he stumbled around trying to find his feet and Tommy as he put a cigarette between his lips and tried to keep Nikki from wandering onto the road. I didn't know whether to say anything because he seemed pretty fucked up but this was kind of a big deal. I mean, we did agree that if we saw each other again we'd well, I didn't know what we'd agreed to do but it was something and that was good enough for me.

I toyed with my thoughts and it must have been written on my face or something because the next thing I knew that Tommy guy was coming over to me.

"Hey babe, do you have a lighter?"

"Uh, yeah, one sec," I stuttered awkwardly as I shuffled around my bag looking for my lighter. A few glances up and making eye contact with Tommy, an uncomfortable laugh from both of us then I found it. "Here ya go!" I extended my hand to him, he lit his cigarette while I watched him but also, I watched Nikki out the corner of my eye. He was standing very close to the side of the road, wobbling around and making me nervous. "Y-your friend, you better watch him." Tommy's eyes widened as if he had just remembered what a fucking fucked up mess his friend was right now, dashed over and grabbed him by both his upper arms. Tommy was taller but not by much.

"Sorry babe, thanks for this." His smile was sweet, innocent almost, as he handed me back my lighter and I was a little put out that Nikki hadn't even noticed me let alone looked in my direction. He was off in his own little world.

"Yeah, all good," I replied taking it from him.

The two boys headed off down the sidewalk and I felt my heart sink a little.

"Tommy, Nikki!" A small, well maybe just taller than me, blonde dude was coming out of the Whiskey calling their names and this made both of them turn around.

I could see even from the small distance I was standing from him that his eyes were glassy, vision most definitely hazy and eyes a sore looking red. He was wearing all black just like the previous times I'd seen him. I supposed this was his look; what he was known for. Those fuckin' skinny jeans man, they were as tight as hell and hugging him in all the right places. And his leather jacket, well that hung on him like he was born wearing it.

Shit. He was turning me on just by looking at him.

"No fuckin' way."

I vaguely heard him speak but didn't process it in time.

"We have to stop meeting like this." He was in front of me now and my sense of smell was overcome with the alcohol radiating off of him.

"I believe we'll call this fate, right?" I crossed my arms and looked up at him with a flirty smile.

"I believe we'll call this I think that you should come back to my place with me?" His voice was slower when he was fucked, raspier, dirtier even. If sex was a sound, it would be Nikki's voice when he was drunk.

He was closer, nearly pressed against me and I could feel the eyes of every girl in the line watching us.

"What makes you so sure I'll come with you this time?" I wanted to play hard to get even though I was very far from it right now.

"She's cheeky. I like that," he teased and suddenly it didn't feel like he was the same guy nearly stumbling onto a busy road five minutes ago. "Didn't we have a deal?" He whispered into my ear, hand now placed on my hipbone. Shivers.

"We did."

That was all he needed to hear right before he took my hand and dragged me out of the line.

"My friends are in there!" I laughed, pointing back at the Whiskey whilst trying to keep up with Nikki's suddenly weirdly sober strides.

"Don't worry, we live just 'round the corner," he said. "I'll bring you back after."

And indeed he did literally live right around the corner. I mean, you could see the Whiskey from his balcony.

"Wow, you weren't kidding," I mused, following Nikki up the stairs to his apartment, our hands still linked and Tommy and the blonde dude already inside.

"'Bout what?"

"Living right round the corner."

"Oh yeah," he laughed, leading me to a window. "We gotta climb through here." He stood to the side of the already opened window.

"Where's your door?"

"We had to nail it shut because the cops keep bustin' in on us," he told me nonchalantly.

"Oh...okay."

Once we were inside it didn't take long before I was pressed against the wall of what I think was Nikki's bedroom; his tongue down my throat.

We didn't need to talk about what was about to happen nor did I care that he was shit faced and I'd only had a couple of lines and a bourbon. All that mattered was we had somehow found ourselves in yet another random place but this time we'd decided to take the goddamn hint.

I ran my hands through his long hair, my fingers getting caught here and there and seemingly turning Nikki on even more. His cock was pressed into me, still covered by his skinny jeans but still very prominent and fuck I was keen.

He pushed me closer into him by gripping my ass with both hands, thrusting himself so I could feel as much of him as possible without being naked. I moved my hands from his hair and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, too pulling him closer. Nikki intensified the kiss by grabbing my neck and shoving his tongue further into my mouth...if that were at all possible.

I was losing my breath at a rapid rate so broke away for a second. Nikki smiled a  sexy, drunken smile and whispered, "you are fucking irresistible." I ran my hands under his jacket and slid it down his arms.

"Then don't resist me," I whispered back, bringing his mouth back to mine.

Things progressed pretty quickly from there. Nikki's hands were suddenly gripping my tits, toying with my nipples since I'd forgone a bra with the dress I'd worn. Said dress was gone within seconds, a crumpled mess on the ground near his feet. His mouth was then drawn to one nipple, then the other, like a magnet.

I whined for him to take his shirt off. Nikki whined in return having to leave my tits alone for a second.

"They're fucking phenomenal," he said, eyes wide in hunger, mine probably the same because now he was shirtless.

It was weird to me for a second. I mean, we were both near naked and as far as he knew I didn't know his name and he certainly didn't know mine. Maybe this was a regular thing for him but for me, it was the first time having stranger sex.

In just my leopard print lacy thong, Nikki was practically drooling. Both hands were back gripping my now bare ass cheeks and and walked us over to his bed.

"Do you like to be on top?" He asked.

"Question is, do you want me to be on top?"

"I do," he smirked.

"Then yeah, I like to be on top."

Nikki managed to get us on the bed without letting me go, laying down on his back and positioning me just how he wanted; right on top of his cock that was nearly bulging out of his zipper.

"These really need to come off." I leaned down licking along the top of his jeans, unbuttoning and then unzipping them. They came down surprisingly easy along his legs, his thighs exposed and his cock tenting his underwear. He gasped briefly when I softly squeezed him, pulling me forward slightly so he can capture my nipple in his mouth again. "It's your turn now, bad boy," I purred moving away and back down to hover over his dick. I pushed his jeans to his ankles and do the same with his underwear. I'm pretty sure I audibly gasped when I was met with his gorgeous cock already leaking with pre cum.

Nikki grinned at my obvious arousal and pushed himself into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, pulling back my teeth and sucking hard. He groaned softly and grabbed my head, brushing my hair out of my face. I licked over the veins on his cock, massaging his balls, and kissed the tip.

"Fuck baby, keep going like that!"

The sound of a bunch of people talking and then loud music ground me to a halt. I looked wide eyed up at Nikki.

"It's okay," he chuckled. "They won't come in here with the door closed."

"How are you so sure about that?" I questioned him, his dick still firmly in my grasp.

"It's an unwritten law around here." His hand moved from my hair down to my face where he held my chin almost keeping me focused on him; like he was studying me. "Don't you worry that pretty face of yours." He stared at me for a second longer and I felt this weird sort of comfortableness from it.

"You really are beautiful though."

"And you're drunk."

He laughed and I put his dick back in my mouth. This time I licked from the base to the tip and sucked him again. I moaned around his dick and grabbed his hips to support me. I released him, and smirked up at him through my long lashes.

"You don't wanna cum yet, do you?" I asked.

He shook his head quickly. "Fuck no. Get up here!"

In an instant he'd literally ripped my thong off of me and guided my hips so that he could slip into me and fuck, slip into me did he ever.

He was huge. And it kinda hurt but also it kinda felt so fucking good from the get go. Nikki may very well have been the biggest guy I'd been with.

"Fuck you're tight," he moaned, his grip on my hips whitening his knuckles.

"And you're big," I cooed, not missing the proud smirk across his sweaty face.

I started to move slowly just to get the rhythm. Nikki's hands were guiding my movements in a way that felt pleasurable to him. He then increased the pressure on my hips and started to move me up and down his cock, causing me to groan and start panting. He felt so fucking good.

"Come on baby, that's it," he encouraged me. "Bounce for me baby girl...yeah...that's it."

My head was thrown back in bliss, Nikki's hands were holding onto my hips for dear life and my thighs were getting a better workout than the gym could have ever done. Our moans and groans mixed together in his small bedroom although drowned out by the loudness of the party now happening in his living room.

"Is this what you wanted when you first saw me?" I asked him, breathless, fishing for compliments.

"Fuck yeah it is!" He yelled. "Ahhh, yeah babe so good...I'm nearly there." Nikki's hips then started to meet mine as he got closer to his orgasm and those movements quite literally started to bring me undone as well.

"Fuck you're so deep," I cried. "Oh my god."

Within seconds I let out animalistic sounds from the pleasure Nikki had caused to erupt throughout my body and seconds after me he finally came, groaning loud enough for me to nearly hear him over the music.

I collapsed on his sweaty chest, breathing heavily and laughing a little. Nikki's arms wrapped themselves around my back and he held me long enough that it started to feel like we knew each other. You know, actually knew each other.

We laid in semi silence for a few seconds just basking in our post-coital calmness.

"My name's Nikki, by the way."

I snickered.

"Yeah, I know."

TAGLIST: @chocolatealmondmilkshake

[kissmetae]

Seemingly innocent

x Taehyung

❧ AU: You were practicing your choreography and your boyfriend Taehyung was watching you as he waited for you to finish. But knowing how fond he was of a certain segment in your routine you couldn’t help but give him a teasing finale for your final practice before the two of you could finally head back home… 

It was all meant to be playful and innocent at first, but things didn’t turn out as planned when the dancing suddenly shifted to your boyfriend’s track pants falling to his ankles as you went down on him with his back pressed against the mirror of the unlocked practice room.

|| SMUT | 3.7k | x dancer!reader | masterlist in bio ||

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

❧ Rating: Mature || sexual content, unprotected sex, bad language

❧ Smut features: (In no particular order) Semi-public, in front of a mirror, neutral gone dom!Tae, standing seesaw position, from behind, creampie, dirty talk, attention to the breasts, Oral, feeling and touching, teasing, undressing each other, a lot of squeezing tight between him and the mirror, some sweat and more...

❧ A/N: I just love Taehyung’s yellow track pants...

”Are you recording me?”

”Yes, why wouldn’t I? You look amazing…” He said as if the later was nothing other than casual.

 Taehyung, your boyfriend was seated on a chair against the wall of the medium sized practice room.

The little to interior was modern and the walls painted in a bright soft cream color.

In front of you was your reflection, staring back at you in between your glances at Taehyung. He was wearing a white oversized t-shirt and yellow track pants, barefoot and his hair a neat mess with his thighs spread wide on the chair while he seemingly zoomed in on something on his phone.

Practice upon practice had made you sweaty and Taehyung had joined to watch you while he waited for you to finish so he could drive you home together. Not that he minded watching his girlfriend move her body extraordinarily to then get down on the floor and drive him completely crazy, but he tried to hide his reaction towards that specific eight very hard… failing most times.

Clearly you had noticed how his eyes always went a little wider and his face a little stiffer whenever you would get down on the floor.

The choreography you were rehearsing was aggressive but then there was of course the sexy silver lining of it all in the end…

 You walked over to the stereo and hit pause on the music, while brushing back a few strands of wild hair back.

“Are you done now?” Taehyung asked with a pout.

“Just one more time.”

Your finger moved the circle to the start of the line on your phone that was connected to the stereo to restart the song from the beginning before your finger hit play again.

You were already satisfied by now but you wanted a final round just to play with and tease Taehyung.

As said, you had clearly noticed how his eyes went wide for the part on the floor but you wanted to see just how much of a reaction you could get out of him.

You grabbed the hem of your loose fitted top and pulled it over your head, exposing your sports bra and bare midsection. You were sweaty… all rights to take it off and toss it to the side.

Taehyung leaned further back on his chair and raised his brows with a subtle smirk.

No big deal, right?

Except that you went straight to the move on the floor, ignoring the song and rather freestyling it than sticking with your routine.

Arching your back more, moving more smoothly rather than fast and skillful… making sure he would get to see how you could move your body to ‘accidently’ please him.

In one moment, you accidently let a chuckle out seeing Taehyung’s serious expression glued at you in the mirror.

“What are you doing?” He asked skeptically, elongating the o sound.

“Come dance with me.” You said, rolling over on your stomach on the floor and waving your feet back and forth.

He shook his head with a smile.

“Why not?” You pouted.

“Because we’ll get stuck here.” He said and stood up from his chair.

He started walking towards you and leaned down to playfully pat your behind.

“Hmm? Let’s go home.”

“Why?” You asked, giving another pout.

The music was still playing and the song was slowly coming to an end.

 There was a brief pause before he replied and you looked up at his tall figure.

“Oh…”

“Can we go home? You just keep making it worse.” He chuckled, slightly flustered.

 You didn’t know how you had missed if before from when he was seated, but you were definitely seeing it now…

“What’s wrong honey?” Taehyung asked with a sultry attitude, tilting his head to the side.

“I should be asking you…”

You sat up on your knees, looking up at him and trying to avoid the strain against the yellow fabric.

“You should know, you’re the one that made me hard.”

You giggled.

“Come one let’s go home… I need you.” He pouted and reached down to grab your arm to pull you up but you got up on your feet before he had the chance.

“Why go home if you’re needy now?”

“Someone might need the room after.”

“It’s free the rest of the day.”

“What if someone has last minute booked it?”

“No they haven’t.”

You slowly backed Taehyung towards the mirror and he caressed your forearms, trying to lead you away towards the door instead.

The song changed to a slower one. Very fitting by coincidence…

You placed your hands on his shoulders and his back bumped against the mirror as you pushed him softly. Taehyung raised a brow questioningly but his lingering smirk ensured you that he was enjoying what you were doing.

Simply being playful? …not really.

 You leaned in to the side of his neck, kissing his soft skin gently.

“Baby…”

Your hands travelled down his torso to the hem of his track pants and began to pull them down little by little.

“Baby what are you doing?” He chuckled.

“Sssh.”

 You moved your lips from his neck to his, hushing him with a sweet innocent kiss, but your hands were going for the opposite.

You grabbed the hem of his boxers and slipped them down together with his pants slowly and his breathing grew heavier against the kiss. The simple gesture was making him aroused fast.

Your lips placed a final kiss against his before moving down to his jaw, his neck  and then abandoning your touch from him fully as you kneeled down,  pants and underwear by his ankles and his erection exposed.

You slipped a hand up under his t-shirt to rest it on his hip as your other hand wrapped around his thick cock.

Taehyung’s hands were tensed in fists against the reflective surface.

Shamelessly, you licked across his tip and the back of his head hit the mirror.

 “Fuck.”

 You took him in your mouth, sucking gently at his head as your hand moved slowly at the base of his shaft.

Eager to pleasure him more your hand left his hip and began to touch his balls gently, making him inhale sharply.

You knew very well how much he loved it when you touched him there. It wasn’t a spot to ignore if you wanted a strong reaction out of him.

There were numerous occasions where he himself would guide your hand, placing it beneath his dick with a heavy “here” falling from his lips.

 A soft moan cut through the music.

His head was tilted back, eyes half closed and mouth open as he breathed heavily.

A second later you felt his hand on your head as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Go deeper baby…” He begged, pushing his hand against your head to urge you, but not forcing.

You went a little deeper, allowing for his hand to guide you back and forth in a slow passionate pace.

His heavy breathing never failed to turn you on… the sound of him being breathless from the pleasure you caused him… it was a compliment in itself.

 Suddenly your head was pulled back by the hair, causing his cock to slip out of your mouth. You were pulled up on to your feet and your eyes meet with Taehyung’s.

His hands squeezed your waist and moved up your sides, grabbing the hem of your sports bra and pulling it up and off your head.

The cold air that suddenly hit your skin made your nipples go hard and become the focus of Taehyung’s attention. Your sports bra landed on the floor next to you and Taehyung’s hands returned to your waist, eyes still glued on your chest. A mere second later you felt the cold mirror press against your back as Taehyung spun you around.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking them towards your bra and cupped your breasts. His lips immediately latched on to your right nipple and began to suck at it hard and impatiently.

He pressed himself firmly against it, sending shivers through your body…

You expected to finish him off in your mouth but apparently he had other plans, proven by his sudden claim of the control.

 You tangled a hand in his hair, giving his scalp a soothing touch while his soft lips sucked passionately at your hardened bud. He altered between sucking, pushing his face firmly against your breast as he did and tugging carefully at it between his lips.

A while later he switched sides, but that didn’t mean you right nipple would have to suffer any less.

With his thumb and index he gently pinched it, pulling at it teasingly until it slipped out between his fingers. He pinched it harder, twisting it a little and making it go a deeper shade of pink with every touch.

His mouth was occupied licking, sucking and tasting for dear life on your left nipple.

Each touch, each lick… every sense of his presence by your chest made your insides twist and turn as the knot within grew unbearably strong.

 You wanted him.

You needed him.

The thought of someone walking potentially walking in of you was long gone and buried in the back of your mind. The only thing existing now was him and the knot, nothing else.  In your world and Taehyung’s you were all alone, consumed by each other while the music kept playing in the background.

 Like an answer to a prayer his left hand abandoned your breast and slipped right in under the hem of your tight fitted legging and in under the lace fabric beneath them.

Your head hit the back of the mirror as you let out a suffocated moan.

His fingers slid between your folds, touching, feeling, exploring… whatever it drove you crazy!

But his hand quickly left, along with his lips.

He held his hand up between you, looking at the glistening wetness of his fingers with a wide smirk.

 “I think you know how wet you are, there’s no need for me to point it out is it?”

You shook your head.

 You took your chance to grab his t-shirt and pull it up for him. Taehyung got the hint right away and pulled it off in an almost stressed manner, exposing his honey toned skin.

He was glowing with sweat…

Not from dancing but from the effect you had on him and his weakness for you.

 Without warning both of his hands slipped into your legging from behind, caressing over your butt cheeks as he pulled down the tight fitted fabric along with your panties.

He kneeled down and you placed a hand on his shoulder for balance as you kicked off your shoes to allow yourself to step out of your remaining piece of clothing…

What was left got tossed towards the forming pile of clothing and Taehyung remained down on his knees…

His hands stroked up your outer thighs and he pressed a kiss against your lower lips. With the help of two fingers he spread your folds apart so his tongue could caress your sensitive clit.

The sensation of his touch made you want to rub your thighs together so desperately and you could feel yourself almost leak with arousal from the shock.

His tongue continued with a few more gentle kitten licks before he gave it a kiss, making sure to suck on it gently before he pulled away and stood back up.

 His hands pressed against the mirror on either side of your head and he leaned in slowly, the tip of his nose brushing against your softly before he crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

Hands moved to your waist, tongue slipping between your lips and pushing you back harder, squeezing you between the mirror and his body.

Taehyung’s hand caressed the skin around your waist, moving to the curve of your lower back and pulling you away from the mirror, crouching slightly.

He pulled away briefly, enough for him to say the word “jump” and you placed your hands on his shoulder, following his order and a mere kiss later you had your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands under your thighs and your back against the mirror again.

His tip brushed against your slit and you grabbed him tighter, desperate for the feeling of him stretching you out.

A pair of lips made contact with your neck, making your need to call out his name grow even stronger.

“Taehyung…” You whispered, allowing the words to fall from your lips like a sinful confession.

 “Mmm?”

You squeezed his shoulders, hoping it was enough to get your message through of how much you needed him.

 “Use your words baby.” He said and returned to kissing softly at your neck.

“Please.”

“Hm?”

“Please put it in…”

 A low chuckle escaped him and you could feel his hands reach away from your thighs and adjust his position by your entrance.

 The tip of his cock spread your folds apart and dipped into your entrance, enough for his hand to return to your thigh and for him to be able to slip into you.

He pushed himself firmer against you, lifting your thigh slightly to angle your hips better and slowly pushed in, allowing for only the head to get swallowed by your softness to begin with.

You clenched tightly around him, causing him to let out a little groan of relief before he thrusted in deeper, stretching you around his thickness and making your juices leak down his shaft as he entered further.

You hummed in pleasure, relief finally hitting you when there was a sudden sound.

“Ignore it.” Taehyung quickly muttered, way too consumed in what he was doing.

You looked around the room frantically; maybe it was only something that fell or a sound from next door? The door to the practice room was closed, but not locked and you knew the room was free but what if there would be a spontaneous rehearsal? Your nervousness increased, making you feel a little stressed but you were suddenly pulled back into the bubble consisting only of you and Taehyung when he snapped his hips harder against you, thrusting his dick in deep all the way.

“Focus on me.”

 He pulled out slowly halfway only to push back in carefully again, going gentle to begin with but filling you to the brim with his length.

When the two of you were intimate he wanted your full attention, him and only him should and would be on your mind and if it wasn’t he would make sure of it. He wanted it undivided, all of it. Maybe he was aroused by it, or it made his confidence boost in the moment. Either way, he was a very attentive and affection lover. He knew what you liked, knew what you disliked, he could read your signals and take your hints and knew how much was too much. All of it tied together to form the safety you felt whenever he was in lead.

He moved faster, getting more eager to fulfill some of his own needs with the help of your sweet body.

An almost inaudible praise fell from his lips as he gripped on stronger to you, intensifying his love making even further.

“You’re so good to me…”

The words almost came out as a whimper due to his heavy breathing.

At this point your hands had found their way over his shoulder and down his upper back, scratching at his skin gently as a form of fidgeting for you to cope with the scenario.

He suffocated a moan, hinting that he was struggling or getting exhausted… followed by a curse it ensured you that was the case.

His thrusts came to a gradual halt before he slipped out, and lowered you onto shaky legs.

 “Turn around” he panted, holding his dick in his hand and jerking it slowly.

 You followed his lead and before you knew it an arm reached around you, going between your breasts as the hand landed softly at the base of your neck, the other hand guided his dick between your folds before his hips pushed in slightly.

The hand then landed on your hip and his body pushed you against the mirror followed by a deep thrust.

“Arch your back more.”

 He pulled back, followed by the first thrust of what would become a faster pace than before.

The sound of skin slapping against skin began to echo as he got rougher, losing sense of control of himself and the handling of pleasure. Your insides felt warm, and the heat of the room wasn’t helping either as small beads of sweat began to form on your skin but this time not from your advanced routine…

You looked at Taehyung through the mirror.

His expression was serious, but serious in the type of way that made him look even more lethal than per usual. The sexy type of serious where one is focused, breathing heavily with slightly parted lips and a bite of the lip every now and then to contain one’s urge to scream out loud.

The ends of his fringe were sticking to his forehead in a mess. The position hindered your will to move his hair away from his face, softly pull a hand through it, knowing how much he liked the feeling along with your attention.

 “Fuck” He mumbled.

 The tight knot within that he had caused was getting loosened only to now suddenly get tighter than ever.  If he kept going this way, faster, harder he would make the knot tear and break apart into your needed orgasm.

 “Don’t stop…” You whimpered, pitch accidently going higher towards the end and making him smirk.

 “Are you close baby? Will you cum for me?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt him go harder.

“Does it feel good?”

Another nod.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He chuckled softly, tilting his head back slightly.

His hand slid down your neck to squeeze your right breast as he pulled himself closer, trying to have as much skin touching skin as possible in the position.

 “You feel so good baby…”

“So good…”

“Say my name and you’ll have me cum in no time.”

 Rows of dirty confessions and thoughts were his way of saying that he was close…

 He groaned.

“I’m going to cum baby…”

Suddenly he was shameless and bold… making your knot twist even tighter to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your hands pressed harder against the reflective surface as you let out a soft moan.

Avoiding to be loud was a struggle for the both of you, you were both used to letting go fully and being as loud to an almost exaggerate point knowing how much it turned the other on.

He was pounding deep, heavy breathing almost over voicing the music as the song playing came to an end. It drew even more attention to the sounds of your bodies… the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of your aching wetness on the breaking point till an orgasm.

Your entire body felt tensed and you couldn’t help but let his name fall from your lips in a whimpering beg for your release.

“Taehyung…”

 His lips suddenly latched on to your shoulder.

If it wasn’t for the consuming distraction of your orgasm the soft bite might have felt painful, but it shut him up as he came heavily.

His hands fell, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he pushed himself deep. As a result of your knot being ripped apart your sore muscles clenched tightly around hid filling thickness but it came with an almost soothing feeling…

From suddenly growing very aware of your heart beat it slowly began to calm down and Taehyung lips placed a gentle kiss on your red shoulder.

“I… I’ll pull out now.” He whispered, his innocent tone suddenly returned from where ever it had gone during that past duration of minutes.

 He was gentle and slow to make sure you wouldn’t be consumed by the aching empty feeling the surprise of pulling out to fast could cause.

With the head of cock there was always a bit of a struggle… swollen and bigger than the rest of him it was like pulling the plug, either leaving you satisfied or crying for more.

To your relief you felt satisfied and the rush of hormones and endorphins began to consume you as you spread around his tip one last time for him to pull out fully.

But it didn’t take long before you felt his release making its way down your inner thigh.

At this point you were consumed by him again, too much to pay attention.

Taehyung turned you around, arms still tight and his lips gently caressing yours in a loving kiss.

His hands caressed your back soothingly and he parted from the kiss briefly.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, looking down and brushing his nose against yours.

You stayed like that for a while.

Noses brushing gently with a gentle kiss in between.

 The time to pull away came when Taehyung noticed you shiver as the warmth slowly said it’s good bye.

 Taehyung picked up your clothes for you as you went over to your bag to grab your towel to clean up his mess on your thigh.

 “Here you go.” He said shyly, holding the clothes out for you.

“Thank you.”

 You both got dressed in a shy manner, avoiding each other’s eyes.  Once you finished you went over to grab your phone, pulling the aux cord out of it and cutting the music.

Taehyung zipped up his jacket and threw your bag over his shoulder were his own was already hanging.

“Let’s go.” He said, casually and held out his hand for you.

You half ran across the room, putting your phone in your pocket and grabbed the hand of your boyfriend and the two of you walked out of the practice room together as if nothing had happened and headed back home…

[smuttymess]

double shot | 02

pairing: jung hoseok x female reader / kim seokjin x female reader

word count: 2,918

rating: 18+ 

genre: coffee shop AU, smut, slow burn

warnings: casual sex, cheating fantasy, domination, explicit language

about: You can't get barista Hoseok out of your mind, but telling Seokjin about your crush simply isn't an option. Unfortunately, neither is not seeing him again.

navigation: part one

:::::: 

7:25am

You’re awake before your alarm goes off, which almost never happens - especially not on a Monday morning. You let out a shallow sigh, immediately lamenting the loss of even 10 minutes of precious sleep before you need to start your day.

Eyes barely open, you lazily turn over onto your right side to face a sleepy Seokjin. Your hand moves through the darkness of the room, scanning the sheets in the empty space between the two of you. 

Eventually your fingers find his torso, which steadily moves up and down with each slowed breath. Your hands instinctively find the fold of his shirt, gently slipping underneath to softly caress the fine hairs on his chest.

Jin’s body shifts slightly in response to your touch, a slight whimper leaving his lips. This little movement combined with the warmth of his body against your hand sends small shock waves through your fingertips, making you shiver. 

Shifting closer to him, you nuzzle your head into the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply, breathing in his naturally warm, comforting scent. His broad shoulders moving against you, you can’t ignore the burning heat steadily building in between your thighs.

Your curiosity growing, your hand slowly descends down his from his chest to his abs, steadily trailing down to the top of his boxers to the growing bulge underneath the thin material. 

Fully aroused, you let out a little needy little huff against his neck, hoping it will wake him up - if only just enough for you to climb on top of him and feel his cock against your panties as you straddle him.

The exhale causes Seokjin to stir, his eyelids fluttering and lips falling open in response to the disruption. A deep groan escapes his mouth before he immediately turns onto his stomach, sleepily mustering a grumbled reply.

“Babe, don’t you need to get up?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. 

Even if you could manage to fully wake him up and get him hard, you wouldn’t have enough time to do all of the things floating through your mind.

Deciding to stop torturing yourself, you opt instead to kiss him gently on his ear before begrudgingly slipping out of bed.

“Yes, sadly I do.”

Entering the bathroom and facing the mirror, you try to distract yourself from the fact that you are incredibly horny, though it’s increasingly hard to ignore the arousal pulsing through your body. You realize that you are growing more insatiable by the day, despite having been fucked well by Jin over the weekend. Its as if the more sex you have, the more you desire.

Closing your eyes, you can feel his long, gorgeous cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you open against him, the warmth of his cum pouring into you as he convulsed and whimpered desperately into your ear.

“You’re mine.”

Listening to your request for him to incorporate some voyeurism with just the two of you, you got him to fuck you in his living room with the blinds open on a rainy Sunday afternoon. 

Though hesitant at first, any worries about onlookers fell away as he saw the lust in your eyes as you lay on the couch, your legs spread apart, panties on the floor, pouty and begging him to fuck you right then and there for the neighbors to see.

You can still feel his stare on your body as he moved closer to you, his hands unzipping his pants before firmly gripping your waist with his right hand. His eyes never leaving your body as he grabbed his cock with this left hand, slipping into you inch by inch - his pace quickening and groans growing louder and more excitable with every stroke. 

You love how the neighbors always know exactly what is going on based off of Jin’s unfiltered, explicit screams; how beads of sweat would drip down his forehead, hair sticking to his face and eyes rolling back in pure bliss as he came over and over. 

Jin is always willing to step outside of his comfort zone, so long as it makes you happy. While he may not openly admit it or seek it out himself, he’s enjoyed the naughtiness of the little kinks you’ve shown him so far, as evidenced by his willingness to push the envelope each time.

Now if only you could get him to truly dominate you or have you with another man. 

You’ve tried to work it into the conversation, but you’re wondering if he’ll ever bite, being the passive, sweet, possessive man he is.

There’s nothing more you want than to have Jin’s adoring eyes fixated on you, his hand vigorously stroking his cock while you get fucked by a more aggressive, assertive partner. 

Maybe it would bring something primal out of him, a side you’ve never gotten from him before. You’re desperate to witness the animalistic desire within him; something so different from his typically gentle, gentlemanly persona. 

You attempt to shrug off these thoughts, reminding yourself to be grateful for having a sweet boyfriend that loves you and doesn’t want to share you or treat you like a whore - even though deep down that is exactly what you crave.

Stepping into the shower, you work your soap into a lather before moving your hands under your arms and down the length of your body, caressing your stomach and thighs. 

Steams of warm water flowing over you, your left hand moves from your face and towards your nipples, causing you to lean your right hand forward onto the marble wall lining the shower. The momentary pleasure of the sensation against your breasts and the coolness of the tile prompts your eyelids to close.

Suddenly, the barista from the coffee shop - Jung Hoseok - is in front of you, as real as ever. 

The vision immediately brings you back into that morning you met the week prior: the length of his strong, smooth hands around the cup, the sternness of his voice, the way his lips easily furled into a sly grin as he noticed your flushed cheeks at the touch of his hand. 

A small moan escapes your left hand pinches your nipple, your mind racing as you imagine those hands on you.

You had been deluding yourself into forgetting his undeniable pull on you, how his voice made you physically weak, how he exerted so much control without even touching you. You chose instead to opt out of fantasy and ground yourself into the reality of the fact that you are in a loving, committed relationship.  

Whatever attraction you felt towards him that morning count not be acted upon whatsoever. 

But you would lying if you said you didn’t play with yourself the day that you met him, and every day that followed - imagining how it would feel to have Seokjin fuck you from behind while you choked on Hoseok’s cock.

Hoseok’s touch is so real in your mind, causing you to slide your hand further down as you visualize his left index finger slipping into your mouth as the right hand reach down to work your clit - his deep, teasing voice hissing into your ear as you writhe against the cold marble of the tiles. 

You slowly lose yourself in the fantasy, your fingers circling your clit as your hips move feverishly against them as if they were Hoseok’s his eyes fixed on you writhing against him and growling into your ear.

No matter how much you loved and adored Jin, you wanted to fuck Hoseok.

Eyelids blinking open, your stomach turns as you recognize the potential of of seeing him this morning as you planned to work from the coffee shop today.

Quickly, you shut off the shower, diverting your mind to think of ways to avoid the interaction altogether Could you forgo your morning cup, skipping it entirely? Or maybe just find another place? This is a big city after all - there are plenty of other cafes in the area to get your fix. 

Inhaling deeply an attempt to steal your mind and bring it back to the present, you begin to meditate. Your mind settles after a slow exhale, having regained the clarity you need. 

You’re not going to stop going to this cafe simply because the new barista makes you wet. 

:::::: 

Entering the cafe, you are cool and collected. You’ve been coming here for years, and this wasn’t about to change. 

As you shut the door behind you, your eyes diligently scan the room. There are only two customers in the cafe, plus the barista. No Jung Hoseok.

Where is he?

Choosing your favorite secluded booth near the back of the room, you remove your coat and and put down your laptop and purse on the table before moving to the front counter.

Upon approaching the counter you place your usual order, another male barista behind the register. While curious, you refrain from asking if Hoseok will be coming in at any point. Anyway, what does it matter? 

A few moments pass before you are able to feel at ease, a sigh of relief leaving you once you realize Hoseok is not here. 

Admittedly, you are disappointed that the casual yet sexy look you deliberately chose in the case of a chance sighting will go unnoticed. 

Cup of coffee in hand, you move back to your seat to settle in, opening your laptop to begin working through the emails that have flooded your inbox over the weekend. Enjoying each warm, delicious sip, you slip into your work flow and get into the mental head space to tackle everything on your plate instead of getting distracted by your sex life. 

“Hello again.”

Your fingers almost tip over your mug as you let out an audible gasp at the sound of the low, familiar voice greeting you. You were so immersed in work you didn’t realize that Hoseok came in.

Standing across the table, Hoseok’s sharp brown eyes pierce into you once more, rendering you speechless. 

He’s seemingly taller and somehow more gorgeous than before, his skin glowing and longer, honey brown hair slightly wavy today. You immediately notice the sexiness of his all-black look with a red bag on his side along with a silver chain and matching rings. Your eyes are fixated on the perfection of his face, his features even more pronounced than you remember.

He smiles, sensing your interest.

“You’ve been glued to that screen for at least an hour. You should see yourself, all focused and whatnot. It’s pretty cute.”

You can’t help but stare back and engage with this man who is so clearly mocking you. Why not give it right back to him?

“Well, some of us do more than just make coffee all day, you know.”

His lips purse together into a sly smile, his eyes flashing a flirtatious glare. 

“You’re so rude, just like I remember.”

You thought you were over your bad boy phase, but he’s managed to pull you right back in with his brazen demeanor. His cockiness turns you on, and you enjoy the flirty banter more than you like to admit. 

You want to play this game. 

“Me? Only because you were so unprofessional last time I was here. You’re lucky I didn’t file a complaint after all.”

His eyebrow raises as he realizes you are willing to play, and he wets his bottom lip in satisfaction. Your eyes fall to his mouth, his pink lips glimmering slightly from the slick left from his tongue. The sight, though subtle, is so erotic you could scream.

“Something tells me you need something stronger than coffee. Or maybe just a break - may I join you?”

Looking around, you realize you are the only customer left in the shop. In your hesitation, your mind immediately goes back to Jin. 

How would he feel about this?

Surely he wouldn’t be okay with this blatant flirtation with stranger, and definitely not with a stranger as sexy as this, all alone in a small shop.

Before you can answer, Hoseok is already slipping into the booth, his bag falling down as he moves to the seat mere inches away from you. He playfully cocks his head in your direction, as if to ask if this was okay. 

Your uneasiness grows in your building desire for him.

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, grinding coffee beans instead of bothering me?” you tease. “I come to this place to actually work.”

“Maybe, but as you can see it’s just you and I right now. There isn’t much for me to do other than bother you. And clearly you could use a distraction.” 

Your body tenses up as he slides closer to you, secretly welcoming the intrusion. 

Turning to face you, Hoseok leans his right arm on the table, laying his face onto his hand. He’s suddenly more cute than intimidating, and you’re caught off guard by the shift.

“So, this is where you come to work, huh. Why here? Our coffee isn’t that good.”

“I live right across the street, at The Amsterdam.”

Hoseok’s hands elongate against the table, the sheer length of each finger accentuated as he teasingly combs the surface.  His deep, dark brown eyes are scanning every inch of you, as if he has you figured out.

“Ah, you must have money. No wonder you’re so uptight.” 

“No,” you protest. “Its really my boyfriend’s place. I just spend lots of time there, which is how I found this shop.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, peering into you with an inquisitive stare before breaking the contact and staring down at his hands, palms down on the table. His left hand slowly turns his rings one by one in a calculated movement, and your eyes are fixated on the masculine but stunning nature of his fingers. 

“Boyfriend, huh? Interesting...”

His smirk shows that he is not taking you quite seriously. You hate how much you’re drawn to this asshole.

Rolling your eyes, you bring your attention back to your laptop in an attempt to ignore his blatant sarcasm. You can still feel his eyes steadily fixed on your profile, scanning your facial movements. His voice lowers, taking a more sinister, mocking tone.

“Tell me, what makes this boyfriend so special, other than his fancy high-rise apartment?”

You’re taken aback by his intrusiveness, the sheer audacity of a complete stranger to probe into your life on such a personal level. You are unsettled, frustration builds as he pries into your life, which he has no right to do. 

Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Not that its any of your business, but he’s an amazing man,” you retort, eyes glaring at him. 

“He is extremely smart. Not only that but he is also exceptionally funny, kind and generous. He treats me well and he takes care of me and supports everything I do. He would do anything for me, and I for him.” 

Anger builds within you as you sense your defensiveness grows while talking about the man you love to a virtual stranger.

“Not to mention would never be as presumptuous as you are. He’s a gentleman - something you would know nothing about.”

Heat begins to rise into your cheeks as you sense Hoseok’s stillness, his eyes glued to yours with an unsettling sense of calm. 

Slowly, he moves in closer, his body so close that you can feel the energy radiating from skin. His right hand moves beneath the table, resting against the surface only mere inches away from yours.

You hold your breath as he shifts towards you, leaning in so that his face is inches from your own, his stare devouring you whole. A darkness comes over him, and the shift is palpable. His stern, dominating aura radiates from his being, completely taking over you. 

Your will crumbles at the thought of his hand slowly moving underneath the table to the top of your skirt his fingers on the zipper before sliding down to your throbbing clit. The thought immediately makes clench around nothing, wishing you could feel him, aching for him.

For a moment, you forget how to breathe as he leans toward your mouth, the strength of his deep voice vibrating against your lips.

“Let me tell you something about me. I can read people extremely well. I can figure out someone’s story within 5 minutes of meeting them.”

His eyes darken with intensity, squinting slightly as to see right through you.

“I know when someone is faking, unhappy, or if they’re hiding something.”

Mouth slightly agape, you follow his stare as it moves stealthily from your eyes, to the top of your shirt, down to your lap and back again to your visibly flustered face. 

“In your case, I can tell that you’re not getting fucked the way that you should be.”

“Excuse me? I-” 

Hoseok moves to close the gap between his hand and yours, his fingers gently sneaking up your wrist and the length of your arm, steadily passing your shoulder and inching towards your neck. 

“You heard me,” he taunts. “Your gorgeous, smart, caring boyfriend needs to do better.”

Your mouth opens as if to protest, eyes widening they meet Hoseok’s unwavering, piercing stare. You should want him, his hands on your body, and yet here you are wanting even more.

Steadily, as if he can read your mind, his fingers move to trace your upper thigh, sending shockwaves through your core. Your breath hitches as his fingertips  float over to your inner thigh before curving up to stop mere inches are from your center. He smiles, fully aware of his hold over your body as your legs twitch against him.

“See that? Just one touch and you’re already shaking. He’s not satisfying you, and I hate to see a gorgeous girl so visibly unsatisfied.”

Your body freezes against his touch, the softness of his fingers between your legs sending shivers down your spine as he slowly inches his fingers further up your thigh, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

“Look at you, princess. So very tense.” 

His other fingers press firmer into your neck, the desperation emanating from you in your stillness prompting a smirk to form across his lips.

“Ah, you like me, I can tell. If I had to guess I’d bet you’re soaking wet right now, too. Wetter than you’ve ever been for him.”

The menacing tone of his voice permeates beneath your skin, and you buckle slightly; an instinctual response to this influx of arousal. He can feel you breaking beneath his touch, your body betraying you with every moment. 

You shouldn’t let him talk to you, let alone touch you like this but every inch of you wants him to continue; to take it further, to make you his. 

A reply barely leaves your mouth as you continue to slip under his spell.

“Hoseok, please I can’t-”

You gasp as you hear the sound of the front door opening, your mind snapping back to reality as a new customer entering the cafe and saving you from an increasingly dangerous situation. 

Hoseok looks to the counter before turning back to you, his hand never leaving your face. His eyes move back to you, his hand moving to shift your face towards to his. You wish you could disappear as his gaze lodges into you, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to his will.

He pauses there before leaning in, his lips almost grazing your cheek as he whispers into your ear.

“Think it over. Whenever you’re ready to stop deluding yourself, here’s my number. I’ll show him how it’s done.”

Hoseok takes his hands off of you, reaching into his pocket before placing it into your hand. He quickly pulls away, drawing a sharp exhale from your mouth in the absence of his touch. His face suddenly softens, flashing a sly yet innocent smile while he combs his hair back to expose the length of his face before delivering the final blow. 

"Let me know if you need a refill, princess.”

As quickly as he came, Hoseok is gone, slipping out from the booth and towards the register. There you are, left alone with nothing else but laptop and cold, half-consumed latte - along with racing thoughts of what he would feel like between your thighs.

Hurriedly, you fold the piece of paper into a small square, placing it deep in your purse. Your curiosity takes over your logical side, knowing full well you should throw it away and tell him off before storming out the door.  

What the fuck am I doing?

You finally begin to breathe normally, emerging from the spell you’ve been cast under by this impetuous but intriguing stranger - your eyes gravitating to your computer screen as you see the emails continue to pile up, one by one, in your neglected inbox. 

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Forecast's for Bitches

Prompt by: @smodernlife : I just got caught in a rainstorm I should have been prepared for and now I'm loving the idea of Cas and Dean in a rainstorm and Cas refuses to share his umbrella and raincoat because "if you insist on making fun of my weather preparedness you shall suffer the consequences".

Except, this isn't a rainstorm. It's just rain.

***

"For fuck's sake, Cas," Dean groaned, glaring at his boyfriend, as the rain flattened his hair unbecomingly, as it bounced off of Cas's stupid Oscar-Wilde-quotes umbrella to hit Dean precisely on the head. "You're in a trenchcoat, and you have an umbrella." He sucked in a breath. "I have neither. Sharing is caring."

"Dean," Cas declared, definite and smug. "Despite what they taught us in preschool, sharing - at least, right now - is to spoil you by encouraging your deprecating sarcasm. Not making fun of my weather preparedness is caring."

"You're kidding, right?" Dean blinked, and raised his arms in annoyance. "I'm getting soaked, and you want to nag me for making fun of you, instead of being a gentleman and protecting my ass from the rain!"

"When the rain threatens to kidnap you and somehow doubles your student loans, I promise to intervene for the sake of your ass." Cas shot back, sure of mind. "And, by the way, hand over your phone and wallet."

Dean feigned shock. "You won't share your umbrella with me, and you're trying to mug me?"

"Your possessions shouldn't have to pay the price for your assholery towards my weather-cautious attitute," Cas elaborated, and pocketed the articles Dean handed over submissively. "So, I'll keep your things safe. You, on the other hand, are encouraged to get drenched in the rain, Dean."

"You're such a dick, why do you also have to be McWordy Worderson?" Dean whined, kicking a pebble, and continuing to walk - still getting drenched from the downpour, his clothes sticking to his skin.

"You calling me that just brought the already marginal chances of me giving in, down to nil." Cas stubbornly informed Dean, earning himself another ferocious roll of his eyes.

"Marginal, my ass." Dean muttered. "You were so not gonna give in yet. I know you, Cas, I've been dating your stubborn-frigging-ass for too long."

It was Castiel's turn to roll his eyes. They went on walking, Cas comfortably holding the umbrella over solely himself while Dean drudged along his side.

"By the way, would you be okay with me finishing my draft before we resume watching -" Cas had begun, perfectly casual, but Dean glared at him incredulously.

"What, you think you can just make conversation, right now?" He barked, at the slightly smirking man. "The least I can do to retaliate is take away your privilege of getting to talk with me."

"You're not supposed to retaliate to my retaliation, you're supposed to learn a lesson." Cas informed Dean, pursing his lips.

"Oh, is the lesson going to be that death from pneumonia is painful as fuck?" Dean mocked.

"I have faith in your immune system, Dean." Cas simply replied, looking utterly pleased with his boyfriend's predicament.

Dean huffed.

"And what about the fact that I'm wet and getting wetter by the second, honey?" He egged on.

"I like the sound of it." Cas deadpanned.

"Cas, you dirty sonuvabitch," Dean couldn't resist. "But I didn't mean for you," He teased. "What about the girls who're gonna see me all drenched and faux-naked and alone, since clearly if I were walking with my boyfriend who has an umbrella, I wouldn't be in this state, and what if they offer me a ride or their coats or -"

"I have an umbrella." Cas stopped him. "And I won't hesitate to use it."

"You can use that thing to poke away kind, helpful chicks who approach me, but not to provide me shelter?" Dean protested.

"Exactly." Cas agreed, unperturbed.

"That's it." Dean grumbled. "I'm not talking to you."

Cas gave him a look. "You propose we walk home in silence?"

Dean, true to his word, didn't reply. He took a longer step than usual to cross a puddle, and focussed his attention on the ground solely.

"Alright." Cas said, partially annoyed. "Let's not."

There was silence for barely a moment before Dean spoke up again.

"Where's the fun in me bitching about you, if you're not here to listen to it?" He declared.

Cas nodded.

"And, for the record, I propose that we walk closer - near enough to share the umbrella and then I propose you kiss me under it." Dean crossed his arms on his chest, a drenched mess now. A stray droplet landed on his forehead, and trickled down the left of his face.

Cas narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you try to be -"

"What? That wasn't seductive or anything." Dean excused himself before he'd even been accused. "You mind me being a cliche lover of romantic tropes, now?"

"No, I like that fairly." Cas scoffed. And then, on a seemingly unrelated note, he went on. "You know, you haven't even apologized yet." Cas finally admitted

"What for?"

Cas gave him the universal in-a-relationship look for If I have to tell you, you don't deserve to know.

"Is this still about the stupid weather forecast thing in the morning?" Dean knitted his eyebrows together in a frown. "Or, are you projecting? Is this a bigger issue? A larger dick move on my part?"

A car zoomed past them. Dean got splashed, and swore at it. Cas was already speaking.

"No, this isn't something big. The 'stupid weather forecast thing' is all this is about." Cas sounded offended. "It's that small. If something is of the slightest import to me, you cannot - you can't just up and diss it, Dean."

"Oh -"

"I don't enjoy being mocked. And it isn't as if I was cancelling a wedding because my horoscope said so. I was carrying an umbrella because the news said it'd rain. Meteorology is a science."

Dean was taken aback. There was silence for a while.

"Can I just say that I honestly didn't know it meant a single thing? If I was a jerk, which I bet I was, now that I think of it - I'm sorry. Won't happen again. I didn't mean it like that." He finally uttered, in a rush, sounding embarrassed, and genuinely sincere.

"I know, Dean," Cas nodded. "That's why I'm not 'mad' mad."

"You're stuck in the 'passive-aggressive' mad zone." Dean helped.

"Just like you're eternally stuck in the not-exactly-but-somehow-an-assbutt mode." Cas served back, continuing to walk.

"Exactly like that, yeah." Dean grinned, the temporary drop and the tension resolved. "Hey, so, that being said and sorted..?"

"I suppose we could follow through with before mentioned kiss in the rain." Cas was being a little shit on purpose, Dean recognized the humor in his tone, and leaned in nonetheless.

Just as Dean was close enough to be sheltered by the umbrella, he was close enough to be pulled right up against Cas. With a hand on his back, almost against his skin through the layers of fabric, Cas shuddered, and almost pulled back. "Whoa, you're soaked."

"You're the one doing laundry," Dean retorted. "I'm gonna stink of rain."

"Rain doesn't -" Cas pulled back to say, but Dean closed the gap, putting one damp palm on Cas's face, to position them correctly. Their lips fit against each other familiarly, soft brushes and swirling tongues, and Cas held the umbrella over them as Dean held them together.

"You're more handsy than usual." Cas laughed, pulling away, his face almost as wet as Dean's, because Dean had made it a point to touch.

"What do you mean - I'm always into you, sweetheart." Dean winked, mischievously.

"You haven't found my forehead worthy of your attention in quite a while." Cas explained, smiling as well.

"That's a lie, I think you've got a really sexy one." Dean laughed, and Cas mirrored him. "You know, I had half a mind to pull away the umbrella and let you be the one getting drenched while you were caught up in the kiss. But," he dramatized. "It's like you held on to it on purpose. You have messed up priorities, Cas."

"I just anticipated it, because as you say, I know you, I've been dating you for too long. And, choosing to hold the umbrella over you was a one-time-thing, I promise." Cas told him, sliding an arm around his waist, wet or not. They resumed walking, and well, Cas' had always been a generous, forgiving spirit. He shared the umbrella, but kept it mostly over himself, because push comes to shove; two men, six foot tall and enough wide, cannot really share an umbrella that well.

*

The next time, Dean doesn't laugh at Cas for taking an umbrella and his coat on a sunny day, but it turns out to be one of the brightest days of the year.

The one after that, lesson forgotten, Dean has to actually walk the whole ten blocks home in the rain, while Cas doesn't deter from his promise to not share his Oscar Wilde quotes umbrella at all, even when Dean - admittedly adorably - swallows raindrops and tries to be endearing while skipping over a pothole. Castiel is a man of his words, with an awfully cute boyfriend.

***

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Edit: I realize the plot is kinda all about the place and doesn't make much sense now that I got it pointed out to me, but I'm gonna keep it posted just so because I need to get back to Trig. Just ~ if you don't like it, please don't read. I wrote after very long and I'm sorry if it sucks. Hope you smile.

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Klarosummer - Charity Car Wash || Berdinak Gara

@klarosummerbingo

Brief mention of Damon’s abuse of Caroline (Yes, I will hold that against him for all eternity.) But it ends on a pretty shameless fluffy note for Klaroline.

Caroline grinned, feeling much more like herself than she had in a long time, shoving flyers into people’s hands with aggressive politeness. Chirping that she expected to see them all at the Sexier Suds Car Wash! (Sue her, she was re-branding an old name. She had been at the head of both versions and thus had full authority to allow it.)

Not too long ago it would have been unthinkable that she could find her happiness in NOLA.

And yet...

---

Six Months Ago

Caroline could feel hot pressure burning behind her eyes, bit her lip, hard, to stem the release of any tears. For all that she had sensed the distance growing between she and her friends, never did she think it would come to this. But without her even really noticing the bonds between them had torn and worn away.

She smiled bitterly to herself. Fighting one Big Bad after another, always seemingly scrambling for survival. She guessed that didn’t leave much time to actually work on relationships. 

Bonnie who was a friend, but not her best friend. Tyler now just another mark on a long-list of ex-boyfriends who found more important things than her. Matt, human Matt, that pulled away from everyone, just wanting a normal, peaceful life. And Elena...

Elena and her Salvatore drama, who sneered at and guilted her for her confused feelings for Klaus yet turned around and slept with Caroline’s rapist without batting an eye.

Her once iron clad plan to attend Whitmore with Elena and Bonnie at her side was in tatters. Weakened bonds she could have handled, she would have smiled and borne it, no matter how it might have hurt her. Because she was loyal. And they were her friends.

She hadn’t considered how little regard they had for her. Concocting yet another “Subdue Klaus” plan (nevermind that he had left the friggin’ state) a plan with even less forethought than usual and endangered not only her own life, but her mother’s.

That crossed so many lines, she had no words. So, they were done. And she was lost. Unsure what she was supposed to do now.

---

She shook her head, banishing her depressing recollections. Obviously, some part of her had known what to do. As almost without conscious thought she had pulled a certain voicemail from her archive, held the phone to her ear and listened to his voice.

Caroline. I'm standing in one of my favorite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you'll let me.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for her to make up her mind, settle on an entirely new course. And seemingly in an instant she had researched universities near New Orleans and applied. A Tulane acceptance in the mail and her things in the car, she finally got out of Mystic Falls, the warmth of her mother’s support carried with her.

And it quickly became obvious she had made the right choice, considering...

“Hello, sweetheart. Why am I not surprised to see you spearheading yet another enterprise?”

A small smile pulled at her lips, reminded of another time he had said much the same thing. She whirled, teasing him about just that.

“Recycling lines now, Klaus? I suppose at your advanced age some senility is expected.”

He just smirked, looking unfairly attractive in his normal Henley and jeans combo, the dimples on his face marking an appearance.

“I rather prefer the term “experienced” myself.” He stepped closer, snagging the belt loops of her Daisy Dukes and pulled her against his chest.

It was a struggle to maintain her scowl, though she refused to let him win that easily.

“Klaus,” she admonished him, “don’t make me drop these.” She waved her flyers around, their edges now slightly crinkled.

He leaned back a little to pluck one from her, the fingers of his other hand idly tracing a pattern on the little strip of skin her shirt had revealed. She withheld a shiver, watching him absorb the details of the paper.

His eyes slightly darker, he returned his gaze to her. “Sexier suds?” He carefully pronounced. “Now why am I simultaneously delighted and irritated by this?”

Caroline scoffed, snatching the paper back from him. “Um, because you’re a caveman and love the idea of me in a teeny bikini. Hate the idea of anyone else seeing me in it.”

He hummed. “Yes, I suppose that is rather accurate.” His brow then furrowed slightly. “And uh, what precisely makes this a “sexier” suds?”

She grinned evilly, restrained her giggle at the dread that crossed Klaus’ expression. She knew he expected that he wouldn’t like whatever she had to say, but knew that he couldn’t stop her either.

Caroline leaned a bit closer, gleefully noting how he gulped, and purred, subtly rubbing her chest against his (thankful that her bra hid the way her nipples tightened). 

“Well, you see, Klaus, pretty girls in skimpy outfits, all that skin wet and glistening... it attracts men like nobody’s business, probably some women too. But I’m an equal opportunity kind of gal, so there will be some hunky male volunteers too, clad in itsy-bitsy speedos.” She winked, pulling away from Klaus’ suddenly loosened grip. “Hence, ‘sexier’.”

“I see,” he said, voice noticeably raspier. “When did you say this was?”

“July 1st, should I expect to see one of your ridiculous sports cars?”

Klaus’ eyes glimmered, a hint of something she couldn’t catch flashing in his expression.

“Perhaps,” he offered noncommittally, walking back to her side to press a hand to the small of her back. “Enough of that though, love. Tell me about your day.”

Caroline allowed him to linger for several hours, offered up only a few token protests. Rolled her eyes at his utterly unsubtle glowers when she handed the pamphlets out to boys.

---

She had been washing cars and directing the others for a couple hours now, and was honestly surprised that she’d seen neither hide nor hair of Klaus or even any of his minions (the ones he thought he managed to conceal from her. Pft, please.)

Then she caught a flashy red sports car driving toward her. Speak of the devil.

Though she blinked in shock when Kol shot out of the passenger seat, swaggering up to her and kissing her hand. “Fancy seeing you here, darlin.’”

“Kol,” Klaus growled, emerging from the driver’s side, slamming the door a bit too hard as he passed the keys to one the volunteers.

His brother grinned up at her, slowly straightening as he peered over his shoulder at Klaus.

“What, Nik?” He drawled. “I’m simply giving the lovely lady a proper greeting.”

Caroline snorted. Kol may have only been resurrected for a few months, but even she knew that was a shameless lie. She directed her gaze at Klaus, deciding to ignore the pest.

“Why did you even bring him?”

Now, Caroline was expecting some mock offense from Kol and grumbling from Klaus. Instead, she was greeted with the astonishing sight of Klaus actually looking a tad embarrassed, Kol’s grin grown to truly shit-eating proportions.

Her eyebrows rose, darting her gaze back and forth between the two brothers.

“Well, Nik? Go on, tell the girl.”

Klaus glared, a much more familiar expression, as he reluctantly explained. “I figured you might want some help, sweetheart. There’s an awful lot of cars after all.”

“I caught him trying on speedos!” Kol burst out, unable to contain himself.

Caroline couldn’t contain her laughter, watching Klaus shuffle a bit awkwardly before death-staring at his brother again.

“There were almost pictures before the prat crushed my phone.” Kol shrugged. “But I got this venture out of it. I keep quiet and he takes me to see the sexy co-eds!” Work apparently done, the brunet took off, flirting outrageously with the first girl he saw.

Caroline just sighed turning to face Klaus, amusement reigniting at his expression. “Speedos, huh?”

Klaus huffed. “They’re ridiculous contraptions! I’d wear nothing before I inflict one of those on myself again.”

Her eyes widened, unconsciously glancing down at the bulge in his jeans, before she rallied and jabbed a finger at him. “Don’t even think about it, Klaus!” She yelped, face warm.

He smirked, prowling toward her, definitely able to hear the way her heartbeat accelerated. “I know you just pictured it, love,” he murmured, face unnecessarily close to hers. She sucked in a breath, their surroundings fading from her mind.

But then his expression softened, shifting from predatory to earnest. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressed a quick peck to her forehead. “I’m not here to make trouble for you, Caroline. I wouldn’t cause an incident at an event you worked so hard on.”

She felt a little flutter in her chest, warmth filling her at his words. Knowing he meant them. The old her would have said something scathing, tried to deflect from the intensity of his affection. But now she just offered him a little smile, tugging his hand away from her hair and pressing her own light kiss to his skin.

“I know.”

And somehow it was Klaus who could read her the best, as after a moment of weighted silence he pulled his hand free, whipping his shirt off with an easy flex of muscle.

“I do still intend to help though, Caroline. I heard there was a dress code?” He smirked, un-buttoning his jeans to reveal boxer briefs. “I’m afraid I’ve never been much for rules. Apologies, love.”

She couldn’t help but laugh again, warmth still curling in her stomach. Stooping to pick up his clothes - intending to bundle them away with everyone else’s - she snagged his hand with her free one and dragged him toward the long line of waiting car.

“Better put your back into it then, Klaus. I demand perfection.”

He just smiled.

“Anything for you, Caroline.”

---

Author’s Note: Title is “We Are The Same” in Basque. France is obviously tied to NOLA and the the man Tulane University was named after was born from a French immigrant. I already used French so I went with Basque, a recognized minority language in a specific region of France: Pyrénées-Atlantiques. Also, yes this lovely little title quotes Klaus, references the equal opportunity options of eye-candy, plus nods at the fact Klaus goes to a ridiculous event to flex for Caroline (and scare off all her fanboys).

[ecotone99]

[HM] The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett

The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett

Note:

Regular text: the external narrator/storyteller

Italicized text not surrounded by quotation marks nor asterisks: Claire’s thoughts

“x”: lines said out loud by characters

(\x*)*: physical actions

Brett is a very physically attractive man and Claire is a very physically attractive woman. Nate is a guitar player for a small band. He is a scrawny, little boy with a small penis who somehow managed to be in a relationship with Claire, but Claire hates having sex with him. He doesn't satisfy her at all. She has to fake orgasms just to keep him happy. Worst of all, Nate is completely oblivious to the fact that he doesn't satisfy Claire. He thinks that he's God's gift to her for some reason. Nate is also absolutely and utterly obsessed with Claire. He worships her, always wants to be with her, etc. All Nate cares about is her, and she hates it. Claire is sick and tired of this clingy little creep who thinks he's sooooo good in bed. She wants to dump him in the most painful way possible. She eventually comes up with the perfect plan:

Claire is lying on her bed, naked. She picks up her phone and calls Nate:

Claire, in a seductive tone: “Hi, Nate. Why don’t you come over to my house tonight, big guy?”

Nate: “I would love to, but my concert has been rescheduled to tonight for some reason! This is the most important concert of my life! We will be performing in front of 10,000,000 people! We’re scheduled to perform in 20 minutes. I’ve spent every night for the past 2 years preparing for this moment!"

Claire: “If you come, I will give you that blowjob you’ve always wanted.”

10 seconds later...

(*Nate runs into Claire’s bedroom*)

Nate: (\panting*) “Claire, I just canceled the concert and ran here as fast I could! Blowjob!? Blowjob!?”*

(\Claire points at Nate*)*

Claire: “Hahahahahaha!”

Nate: “What’s so funny?”

Claire: “Nate, my darling, why don’t you have a seat on that chair over there. I have a surprise for you!”

Nate: “Ok! Sounds exciting.”

Nate sits on the chair next to Claire's bed. Claire gets up from her bed, gets leg cuffs from her cabinet, and cuffs Nate's legs to the chair legs, making it so he can’t get out of the chair.

Nate: “Uh, is this part of the act?”

Claire: “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Nate: “Oooh, kinky! This is going to be amazing.”

Claire: (\giggles*) “Yes. Yes it is.”*

Claire goes back to her bed and lies down on her back.

Claire: “Oh, Brett! You can come out now!”

Nate: “What!?”

Suddenly, Brett comes out of Claire’s closet, completely naked.

He is the hottest hunk of man I have ever seen in my life. His body is...perfect. He is 6’3”, has gorgeous blue eyes, dark, thick hair, a beautiful, chiseled jawline, the perfect, sharp nose, a beautiful smile, swagger that makes my heart melt, a strong, muscular body, strong legs, a breathtaking bubble butt that I just want to grab and pinch all night long, and enormous hands. And his dick nearly reaches his knees!

Even Nate has been staring at him for the past minute or so, seemingly oblivious to what is about to happen.

Brett: “You ready, Claire?”

Oh, my! I think I just got pregnant from hearing his voice! It’s so dark yet so soothing. How is it possible for a human being to be this perfect!?

Claire: (\giggles*) “I’ve been ready for a looong time.”*

Suddenly, Nate realizes what is about to happen and begins to cry.

Nate: “Claire!!! NOOOOOO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! WE WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Brett and Claire begin to laugh hard.

Claire: “Too bad, soy boy.”

Nate: “I can’t watch this. This is too much.”

(\Nate tries to get up from chair but is unable to*)*

Claire: “You’re not going anywhere, cuck. You’re going to watch every second of this. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how to actually please a woman.”

Nate: “No! No! No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

Brett hops on to Claire’s bed and they begin to make out and cuddle, with Nate having a perfect view to see all the action.

Nate cries harder than a human being has ever cried before. Tears that could fill several buckets flow out of his eyes and all over his body. At the same time, he also has a raging erection from seeing all of this. He’s getting turned on by seeing his little girl with a real man.

This is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to see him cry and suffer while he sees me fuck another man.

Brett rams his enormous cock in Claire’s vagina and she begins to moan. Moan harder than she ever has in her life. She places her arms all over Brett's butt, squeezing, slapping, and pinching it. Brett kisses Claire all over her body. He places his arms all her my breasts and then down to her butt.

Suddenly, Nate unzips his pants, whips out his penis, and begins masturbating. He strokes his penis with great vigor.

Claire (so loudly that everyone within a 5-mile radius can hear it): “Brett! Brett! Brett! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Nate: (\cries, strokes dick*) “You...you...never moaned that hard when you had sex with me!”*

Claire: “No…(\moans*)...shit…(*moans*)...Sherlock...I…(*moans*)....faked all....those…(*moans*)...orgasms.(*moans*)..you..(*moans*).oblivious….(*moans*)..(*moans*)..moron”*

Claire: “Harder, Brett! Harder!”

Brett begins to thrust harder and harder.

Claire: (\moans*) (*moans*) (*moans*)*

Suddenly, Brett cums inside of Claire.

Claire: “That was the greatest 10 minutes of my life.”

A few seconds later, Nate cums out all over his pants. Nate has stopped crying, but he is still sobbing. He is absolutely heartbroken and devastated by what he just saw.

Claire gets up, goes to the cabinet to get the keys and then to Nate to unlock his cuffs. A few seconds later, Claire hops back on to her bed. Brett and Claire cover themselves with her blanket and they begin to cuddle. They cuddle for minutes while Nate just stands there looking absolutely crushed, waiting for Claire to say something.

Claire (in a seductive manner): “Oh, Nate.”

Nate (with a look of hope in his eyes): “Yeah!?”

Claire: “Fuck off!”

Nate begins to cry again

Nate: “Claire! We were meant to be together forever! No!!!!!”

Claire: “It’s over. Please leave, you pathetic, worthless, sack of shit. I never want to see you again.”

Nate: “Please!!! I LOVE YOU!!!”

Claire: “I HATE YOU!!!”

Nate hops on the bed and tries to kiss Claire. Claire responds by kicking him in the balls as hard as possible, knocking him off the bed.

Nate: “OWWWWWWW!!!!”

Claire: “Stop being so melodramatic. Girls don’t feel that much pain when you kick them between their legs.”

Nate: “Please! Give me one more chance!”

Claire: “IF YOU DON’T LEAVE, I AM GOING TO CALL THE COPS YOU CREEP!!!”

Nate pleads for a second chance for several minutes before giving up. He cries like a baby and heads towards the door.

Brett and Claire give each other a fistbump as Nate runs out of the room and cries.

Claire: “How about Round Two?” (\winks*)*

Brett: “Don’t mind if I do!”

Claire and Brett begin engaging in intense sexual activity again.

Meanwhile, as Nate leaves Claire's house, he comes up with the perfect plan. There is a tree in Claire's backyard that has a branch that extends to the window of Claire's bedroom. Nate sneaks into her backyard, climbs up the tree, and slides down the branch until he is able to get a perfect view of Claire and Brett's love-making.

Nate: “Oh, yeah!”

As Claire and Brett have sex, Claire looks at the window and sees Nate sitting on the tree branch, looking at the two have sex and aggressively masturbating. Claire becomes furious.

Claire: “Brett! Pull out!”

Brett pulls out and Claire walks towards the window, filled with rage. Nate looks at what’s happening confused as ever. Claire opens the window and Nate realizes that Claire had caught him. He tries to escape, but Claire successfully reaches out the window, grabs his arm, and yanks him into her room.

As Claire aggressively slaps Nate's face and Nate cries, she says: “You creep! Get out! Get out!”

Nate: “I’m so sorry! I just can’t help but watch my beautiful girl enjoy herself with that hunk of man over there. It makes me feel so happy and excited.”

Claire: “I am not your girl you creepy sicko!”

She kicks him in the balls once more and he falls to the ground. She kicks his body while he screams in pain.

Claire: “You bastard! You pathetic little wanker! I am going to call the police!”

Brett: “Claire, don’t be so mean. He didn’t mean any harm. He can watch if he wants to.”

Claire: “He spied on us without our permission! Stop apologizing for this piece of shit.”

Brett: “Claire! Be nice.”

Claire: “Ok, fine.”

Claire stops kicking Nate

Nate: “Please, let me stay! I really want to see you two fuck! It’s soooooo sexy!!!”

Claire: “No! You’ve already seen us do it once. Your free trial is over. There’s no such thing as free porn. Even ‘free’ porn sites make money through ads. I’m not going to let you beat your meat in front of us without making any money from it! If you want to see similar content for free, go to Pornhub.com”

Nate: “But I want to see you! You’re the only woman in the world I’m attracted to! You are everything to me!”

Claire: “Fine! I will let you watch us have sex once a week, $69 per session!”

Nate: “$69 per week!? My entire post-tax income is $70 a week!”

Claire: “Wait, let me finish. $69 per week plus strict regulations you must comply with.”

(\Claire takes out paper and begins writing contract*)*

Claire: “You must NEVER touch me nor even say a word to me during each session. Even if you utter the word “Hi” to me, you will have to pay a $250 fine. You must ALWAYS stay AT LEAST 5 feet away from my bed for the entire time. If you come closer than 5 feet, even by mistake, you will have to pay a $500 fine. You CANNOT record ANYTHING that happens here. If you do, you will have to pay a $1000 fine. Better hope you have a good memory. No phones allowed. Before you enter my bedroom door, Brett will search your pockets and bags (if applicable) and confiscate your phone if one is found. You will NEVER get your phone back once it’s confiscated. If you break any one of these rules more than once, I will call the police, tell them you raped me, use that pantyhose in my closet with your sperm on it to back my claims, contact every major news station to get them to cover my story and destroy your reputation, and do everything I can to get you to rot in prison for the rest of your pathetic life. And by the way, I will also do this if you don’t pay a fine within one week of the day it was incurred.”

Nate: “So let me get this straight. You want me to not only pay you 98.6% of my entire post-tax income, you also want me to comply with extremely strict rules that seem virtually impossible to not break, and if I break one of the rules just once, even by mistake, I will have to pay a fine that would be impossible for me to afford and within just 1 week of the date the fine was incurred, and if I fail to pay the fine within 1 week or break the rules more than once, my education, job prospects, reputation, financial situation, and life in general will be absolutely ruined forever, and all of this risk just to have the opportunity to watch you have sex with another man once a week without the ability to even record each love-making session.”

Claire: “That’s correct.”

Nate, without irony: “Yes, that sounds great! Thank you so much for this generous offer! I am eternally grateful for this.”

(\Nate signs contract*)*

Claire: “Our first session will start this Saturday at 6:00 PM. Your first $69 payment will be due the following Sunday. If you show up more than 10 minutes late, the entire session will be canceled but you will still have to pay the $69. NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Nate: “Thank you so much!!!!! You’re the best!”

(\Nate turns towards the door and heads out*)*

Claire: “Oh, Nate, I have one last thing to tell you.”

(\Nate eagerly turns around*)*

(\Claire spits on Nate's face*)*

Claire: “Now fuck off!”

Nate: “Yes! God answered my prayers! Claire's beautiful saliva is now on my face! I’m going to keep this on here forever!!! Thank you!!!”

Claire, not expecting a positive reaction from this creep, grabs Nate by his collar, drags him to her bathroom, and washes off the spit with soap and water.

Nate: “No! No! No! Please! Let me keep the spit! It’s the last time your fluids will ever contact me ever again! NOOOOOOO!”

Claire: “Haha soap and water go brr.”

After washing the spit off Nate's face, Claire drags Nate's body to the top of the stairs. She kicks Nate's body down the stairs in an extremely aggressive manner, leading to several bruises, a tooth falling off, and a large cut on his forehead.

Claire: “GET OUT AND STAY AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE BEFORE SATURDAY, YOU CREEP!!!”

Nate: “Ok. I will always love you forever!!!”

Claire: “I will always hate you forever!!!”

As Nate walks out the door, he says to himself: “That’s my girl.”

Claire: “I AM NOT YOUR GIRL!!!!!!!!!”

Fin

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