#second before anyone gets up my ass about me being too sensitive or some bullshit 'its a joke' fuckery
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tater-tot-jr · 10 months ago
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I think I should put in my two cents considering the Hazbin hotel leaked Angel Dust clip. I’ll say that this post should be one absolutely massive trigger warning. If you’re sensitive please don’t read this, I’m pretty blunt. Also I’m only talking about a small leak but SPOILERS!!!
So before I make any points I’ll start by saying that I’m not an inherent fan of vivziepop, this isn’t meat riding, it’s a genuine attempt at open conversation and discussion. I’ll also say I’m a survivor myself and while I don’t claim to speak for anyone else I have some ground to stand on here. I completely understand that people can be triggered by this type of imagery and will at least skip this particular scene or episode, I promise I’m not talking about you guys.
You wanna know who I am talking about though? The weird ass moral police I’ve been watching mobilize. It’s crazy how people are making a big deal out of this. I’ve seen three arguments and all of them are terrible in themselves and being used to justify terrible behavior.
I’ve only seen people claim three major things, this is a bad depiction of a s/a survivor and situation, this is something that’s too graphic and immoral to put in a TV show, the fact that the singing and dancing lightens the tone in a way people find distasteful. I’m going to be trying to prove why I find these arguments mostly ridiculous and unfounded.
As for argument one, s/a survivors come in all shapes and sizes and hyper sexuality happens to be an incredibly common reaction to sexual trauma. I haven’t watched episode one and two but even if I had I’d still have too small of a sample size to determine the entire tone of an incredibly messed up complex dynamic between too incredibly interesting and layered characters. It’s ridiculous to have so many assumptions and expectations of an *11 second leaked clip.*
Secondly. Creative freedom is possible the most important thing in art. If we didn’t have the freedom to put what we wanted on paper or on screen then we wouldn’t have had so much societal change recently. Just because you might find something distasteful and immoral doesn’t mean it absolutely has to be hated on and removed. It’s okay to not like things because you find them gross, it’s okay to not enjoy graphic depictions of serious subjects, it’s not okay to start internet wars over moral bullshit. It’s okay to be mad in silence sometimes, guys.
Thirdly. I kinda get this one, I don’t agree with it but I do understand the point. The idea you don’t want a serious subject framed with a sexy pop song is not inherently bad, it’s just something that makes me think you wouldn’t have liked Hazbin Hotel anyway. I actually appreciate the fact they are using the creative medium to make bold and shocking decisions but I get some people are sensitive to new things, that’s fine. Where this argument gets ridiculous is when people act like this is very out of line for a show like this. This isn’t a Saturday morning kids cartoon it’s and adult animated show about people in hell. It’s highly likely that this won’t be the worst thing we see, you either need to heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of each episode or get over it.
You’ll notice that I didn’t bring up anything about the merchandise pins or the storyboard artist, I did this because they aren’t arguments but barely related attempts at character assassinations. When you spend five minutes thinking about them critically you come to realize that there is nothing substantial to those arguments.
I’d like to finish up talking about how I think this scene is doing more good than harm. It’s important to make people uncomfortable when you’re talking about things so horrible like s/a and rape. It shouldn’t be meek and palatable for a general audience, it should upset you. I remember hearing something in a video game once that stuck with me. There was a character who said that when you’re sick you need strong medicine and that the strongest medication is very bitter.
I think episode four will be some very bitter medicine.
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toytulini · 5 years ago
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Hey Do.n*t r.eb.log this, please
Just saw that "this sounds s/uspi/ciously a/ph/ob/ic or possibly t/e/rfy" post reblogged uncritically on my dash, i really keep fallin for yall n ur "we're done being ap/ho/bic now in 2020 we promise!" shit don't I? I keep thinking for some reason we might actually be fucking done
#toy txt post#first of all#d.0n't r3b/0g pls#if you interact with this post im fucking blocking u#second before anyone gets up my ass about me being too sensitive or some bullshit 'its a joke' fuckery#or goes on telling me that the person who made the comment is actually a secret horrible evil person and what the joke /actually/ is or any#of that. the whole fucking problem#is that this fucking site. and the people on it who are on other sites. bc they are. all on twitter and instagram and shit too and#theyre real actual human beings who live in the fucking world they arent just 'on the internet' they are real people who exist#the whole fucking problem is that i know its a joke. the level of fucking paranoia that many of the a-spec community has developed in looki#for dog-whistles used by a/p/hob/es. is a fucking joke to yall. thats whats fucking happening on that post#someone made a seemingly innocent shitpost pun about vampires and being 'valid'#a big thing for a/ph/obes for awhile was that ac/es are 'valid just not l/gb/t uwu'#it became a joke. it was joking among them to decide how valid something or someone was or wasnt#so we got paranoid about the jokes#of course imo that one spread far enough that i dont immediately distrust it and i make them myself but you know what?#i dont fucking blame someone for being suspicious bc thats how fucking fast and eady and unquestionably spread the a/phob/ic dogwhistles ge#spread. and u know what if it was a troll? its still shitty and makes me distrust you when you fucking reblog a post where the entire fucki#punchline is that an a-spec made paranoid of all the dog whistles on this bullshit site decided to call one out. and that's funny to yall.#it doesnt fucking matter to me if they were right or if they were just a troll blog pretending to be one of us bc thats not the POINT here#the point is yall are looking at these posts where the punchline is that an a-spec recognizes aph/obi/c dogwhistles immediately followed by#a semi prominent a/pho/be swooping in to say how absolutely hilarious and absurd this is. everyone point and laugh and spread this#and then you do. and then i dont fucking trust you anymore. bc you could have at the very FUCKING least#not continued the spread of jokes where the punchline is a-spec ppl being made fun of for all this. just keep fucking scrolling.#but no instead i guess that its a 'cer/ifie/d ico/nic' fucking post of the decade huh?#eat my entire ass and go fuck yourself off#dont fucking look at this post rn
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icedmatchatae · 2 years ago
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Please Teach Me? | JJK
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Pairing: Frat President Jungkook x Succubus Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff??, Comedy (enjoy my annoying humor)
Summary: You’re a succubus who doesn’t know a thing or two on luring men, and it doesn’t help that your first task in training is to get the most egotistical fuck boy in the human realm in bed, Beta Tau Sigma president Jeon Jungkook.
Warning: Uhhh where do I start? We’re going on an adventure! Seokjin is the best :D, Second hand embarrassment from our dear OC, OC is kinda ditz but smart at the same time???, also forgets she’s a demon and is confused 999.6969% of the time, Dom Sadist Jungkook (he’s so mean in a good way)/ Masochist Succubus Reader, sir kink, size kink (OC is fun size and a rag doll), dirty talk, degrading/threats lol not really, praising, her wings and tail are sensitive ;-), multiple orgasms (too many to count haha), oral (m and f receiving), tail sucking?? LOL, fingering, wing/tail play hahahah, face slapping, pussy slapping, ass slapping, spitting djdjdjdj, dumbification, unprotected sex (she’s literally a succubus, and you’re not so be safe), creampies
Word count: 18.1k
A/N: I wanna say pwp but there was a plot lol I’m not good with that. I also suck because this one-shot was TOO LONG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME GHEROGHEOGE why the fuck did I make the smut so long ;-; also I guess this could be part of Halloween LOL
I've also cross-posted this originally on AO3 as well! Enjoy~~~
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This was complete and utter bullshit.
There was no way this was supposed to be your first assigned task. Don’t the highers have pity on you?
Well, no, not really. They don’t show as many emotions as you did, yet they were relieved you even made it somewhere in the training program. But this was an outrage for you as you scanned the file sent to your dorm.
Your burgundy wings fluttered furiously while your matching-colored tail stayed straight up due to how uncomfortable you were. You scratched your head in frustration and even accidentally hitting your little horns before letting out a loud whine. You pushed through your dorm room and flew straight to your mentor with the same file that affected your being.
Some of your cohorts watched you and your high-pitched cries, being the famous failure who finally obtained her first assignment after like, what, five years?
Let’s get one thing straight—you were a succubus…in training. 
Okay, so before a succubus goes out to the realms and devours men through sexual activities on their own, they must train and understand the ways of the succubi. Succubi must learn how to lure and attract men, use their bodies in a way that is ultimately captivating to anyone of the eye, and be confident in the art of how the demons perform. During the training process, succubi take exams and complete tasks, and each has their own mentor that passes them or not. It’s kind of like school where grades don’t matter, and if you complete it well, you pass. If you don’t pass, you must repeat the same task on another subject.
In typical folklore, succubi performed sexual activities while men slept. But through training, it eases the demons into this last task until they are full-fledged succubus ready to destroy mankind.
You, unfortunately, knew nothing about anything, really. You weren’t the best learner as is. You also can’t comprehend that well until someone, i.e., your mentor, yelled at you. Throwing the profession you have for eternity, it may be a little challenging to get by. You already failed an exam or three, and you burned half of your mentor all because you simply couldn’t learn how to attract and lure men into bed. 
Luckily, your mentor decided to give you some practice rounds to fully comprehend the works and information. But every round, he’d comment on how rather than turning men on, you’ll leave them immensely uncomfortable or left with a burn.
You were held back, as the standard training for succubi was at least a year and a half, depending on how determined you were. Most of the demons you started with completed training ages ago, leaving you behind. While they’re out and about 69-ing men snoring their dicks off, you were busy trying to pass the pre-exam before going into the field.
Lo and behold, you finally passed and couldn’t be happier. You wanted to be a good succubus and prove to the highers and your mentor that you are worthy of being a sex demon. 
But how can you when you are assigned a difficult task for the first time?
“Seokjin!” You burst into your mentor’s office with teary eyes and a pout like no other. You sniffled as you found him unbothered, standing. His dick was out and hardened as he examined it through his large gold-framed mirror on the wall behind his desk. You couldn’t care about his actions as incubus and succubus were comfortable showing and performing their bodies. You were all sex demons, for fuck’s sake.
“What is it, ___? I’m scrutinizing my cock. By the way, does it look extra curved today?” Seokjin tore his eyes away from his reflection to finally look at his distraught mentee.
“No, it doesn’t! It looks more pointed and the trunk looks like it gained another ripple, but that’s not why I’m here!” You sobbed out in anger as you flew to slam the file on the surface of his desk. “Explain!”
Seokjin rolled his eyes before tucking himself back into his pants. He grabbed the file and flaunted it in front of your stressed face. “Ugh, ___…”
“Why would you give me this? I can’t do this task! It’s way too hard!”
“You’re not letting me speak and—”
“I barely passed my exam. You, of all demons, should know my performance is not as excelled and up to par to face this subject.“ You didn’t even let him explain, and you went on with your rant as you were hovering all over his space. “And—”
“Yes, emphasis on barely but you still passed with a 69%, which by the way, I would give you some extra credit if you did it on purpose but you didn’t so…” He cuts you off to clarify your argument. “Just be glad you don’t need to take that exam again after your fourth time!”
“Hey, it was number five. If you’re my mentor, at least remember the stats.” You corrected him as you wiped the tears off your face. You stuck out your tongue at him, making him do the same. “But my first task can’t be this one! It’s way too hard. Why can’t I get someone easier, like a gamer or a sweet and caring one? Why the fuck does this have to be this one? “
Your mentor pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled exhaustingly. He assumed you were going to comply with his decision. Still, alas, you weren’t because you always bitched and whined about everything he did. It made sense because everything was out of your comfort zone, and he knew. “Your choices were limited since everyone else in your year already completed theirs years ago.” He explained, though knowing you won’t fully grasp that, he added, “It was either this one or a heinous wicked bastard who mistreats women, which I still don’t understand why they give first years that option. You could get hurt, and Lilith should deal with him.”
For some reason, your bothered appearance became relaxed yet shifted into a more shy demeanor. Eventually, you gently landed on your feet, resting your wings and tail. You raised your head to face him. He was much taller and bigger than you, and so was everyone else. “B-but, I can’t. I’ll—“
“No, shh. Don’t say you’ll fuck up. Have faith—wait, have hope in yourself.” He pinched your horns lightly, helping you alleviate your frantic self. He knew you weren’t as confident in your ability. Hell, you even confided in him after your second failed exam, talking about how you felt you were lacking sex appeal, any attractiveness, your features, and your short stature that was well below average than any demon living. You even flashed your breasts at him as you complained they weren’t as big.
Seokjin never saw a succubus like you. You were the complete opposite to all things of your kind. Without your sharp horns, bat-like wings, and slithering dark tail with the end tip shaped like a heart, you could be mistaken as an angel. It was confusing and left him uncomfortable at times. But nevertheless, you were still a succubus.
“There’s a reason why the Seokjin, well-known incubus across the realms who is handsome, stunning, intelligent, funny, handsome, creative, extraordinary, handsome…did I say handsome?”
“Get on with your poorly executed speech.”
“There’s a reason why I’m your mentor.”
“Yeah, you were forced to after like three repeals.”
“Well, yes. But after I forced myself to get to know you, I realized you have much potential as a succubus, more than any demon I met. You’re absolutely gorgeous—almost as gorgeous as me—you’re also one of the most kind succubus I know and you’re very authentic.”
“Aww, thanks Jin. I appreciate you.”
“Of course, you’re still a bit of an airhead and awkward. You are wayyyy too obvious when you fuck up—“
“I take it back.” You spoke out.
“The point is you can do it. It’s literally what you are. This training is just prep for you despite all the technical things.” He reassured me and passed back the file to you. “After this, you can do whatever the hell you want.”
Though you were a bit at ease, you were still unconfident. “But how will I—”
“Remember what I said. “
“Your breasts aren’t what defines you? Every guy is obsessed with any titty?”
Your mentor raised his eyebrow, questioning why you remembered that so vividly. You merely blinked, waiting for his response. “Well, yes? But in this context, not that. Remember what your motto should be.”
“Men are simple-minded and easy?”
“Exactly.”
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Your task was simple: you needed to get your subject in bed and fuck him. But what made it difficult was the subject himself, because he was a man—a human man. And you were a bit afraid of them. You heard some stuff from other demons saying how unhinged they were to the point where there were many instances that succubi got hurt and poorly bruised despite the supernatural strength demons conveyed.
Anyways, your subject goes by the name Jeon Jungkook. He was a fraternity president of Beta Tau Sigma, and through your findings, he was known to be a “fuck boy?”—whatever that was. He slept with many counterparts in college and broke hearts along the way. He excelled in academics and also came from a pretty well-off family. He was also in sports, soccer, and baseball.
That was it from the file because Seokjin redacted the rest by burning it away, including his personality, type, and interests. He did it as “a learning curve” for you to get more experience on your first task. You were about to bitch, but he interrupted you, saying you’ll have a little trip away from the demon realm.
You were still going to complain, but again, he reassured me that communication between you two would still be here.
There were photos of this Jeon Jungkook. He looked like someone who hurt you physically, emotionally, and mentally. Nonetheless, he was pretty attractive and appealing to your demon eyes. His body was muscular and ripped from his neck to his Achilles tendons. There was one of him shirtless and fucking hell, many dents and veins popping out, especially within his arms and hands. Speaking of his arms, his right one was fully decorated with tattoos. He had multiple piercings on his ears and a lip ring on his face.
Seokjin was kind enough to show you subtler pictures of him smiling and laughing which was actually cute to you. It relieved your nervousness in this task. This man was a real piece of work, yet you still knew nothing about him because you had to work for it, and you had no idea how to start—thanks, Seokjin…
Though you needed heavy guidance, you refused to ask your mentor; otherwise, he’d force you to say a statement that was not wholly true before assisting you.
So here you were: Posing as a student in the human realm on the university campus. You hid your wings and tail to look the part, which was unbearable because they were sealed inside your skin and cramped up. You wore a yellow sundress with a pair of cute little block heels while carrying a beige backpack around your surroundings.
People were on the grass in groups sleeping, studying, or talking amongst themselves, others were walking to get to classes, and some were rowdy and playing. You assumed this is typical human behavior, more so college students.
You felt out of place—no shit—this was definitely new territory you’re on. At the very least, you knew how to get around quickly, but that didn’t mean it’d be socially acceptable.
Your electronic device, which was called a phone, buzzed in your dress pocket. You pulled it out and saw that it was Seokjin called.
Once you answered, he greeted, “Hello, my lovely ___. How are you? I assume you arrived on campus. Please tell me you’re wearing something skimpy.”
“Jin, I’m uncomfortable—”
“That’s how I usually felt when you practiced—”
“I’m unfortunately not wearing anything skimpy because I’m uncomfortable—”
“Boo!!!”
“Will you shut the fuck up?” You spat back as you groaned. “Anyways, I’m here and I don’t know where to start. And before you speak, I refuse to say it because that’s literally power abuse and you’re my mentor! You should be guiding me regardless!”
“Okay, okay, fine! Don’t get your cherry printed panties in a twist. Just trying to relax you.“
“You’re no—wait, how do you know I’m wearing cherries?”
Ignoring your question, he continued on with some help. “Before you went, I was kind enough to give you some information. Inside your backpack, I placed a folder in there that has Jeon’s class and practice schedule. There are some new pointers that I had redacted previously, which I kinda regret now since you’re practically clueless.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“You! I practically have to scream at you to get shit into your little head!” He screamed. “I put who he associates with, i.e. his friends, frat members.” While he further explained himself, you quickly found an empty table and sat down as you retrieved what was in the backpack. You read off the papers and scrutinized the pictures given—by the way, also attractive men surrounding him.
“You haven’t given me his interests or personality.” You questioned though you spoke as a statement.
“Even though it was my plan to not show you everything, the highers thought it was best to not give it to you.” He replied as carefully and slowly as possible. Before you could yell at him, he beat you to it. “___, come on and understand. You know nothing on how to lure men seductively. They and I thought it was the perfect way possible for you. You’d be working closely with the dude and knowing your way around a human man. If you fuck up, you fuck up but at least you know next time what to do.”
You sighed, giving up on the notion. “Okay… I’ll try.”
“That’s the spirit! Plus, you won’t die.” He encouraged you. “___, it’s a very simple task. Just fuck him.”
“I know it’s just fucking him! You don’t think I want to?” You yelled but realized where you were. You looked around and spotted a couple of groups staring at you curiously. Trying to ignore the eyes, you returned to your conversation. “I’m just scared, okay? It’s my first time.”
“It’s okay to be scared. I was like that before.”
You snorted, “Really?” Judging by the way he carried himself, scared was definitely not it.
“Well, no. I was a fucking pro, but the thing I’m getting at is that it’s natural how you feel. But you shouldn’t. You’re gonna unlock something in you that you’ve never seen before. I can promise you that.” He countered, trying his best to keep you hopeful. “I’ll be calling you or if you need urgency, just mind communicate me. You got this. You’re a pretty succubus. There’s no way human men would deny you.”
“Okay, I understand.” You nodded. You checked the time and saw it was close to when Jungkook’s schedule started. “I think I need to go to his first class, so I’ll call you later.”
“Good luck, I believe in you!” He gave you one last pep talk. “I’ll give you a little cheat, just for that! He likes the naive ones.”
“What? What does that mean?” You asked, not getting anything from that.
“Exactly, little succubus.”
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You walked into the lecture hall—shit, this was huge. How could you possibly learn anything with hundreds of people here? Anyways, this was a folklore and mythology literature class but not like it matters.
Your eyes scanned the students, searching for Jungkook, but you couldn’t see him. It didn’t help that you were short as fuck, having to tip toe and scan the crowd. It also didn’t that you were blocking the entranceway and people didn’t see you there, so you were pushed down by accident and fell to the ground on your knees and hands.
“Whoa didn’t see there, you little troll.” You heard a voice from behind, followed by a roar of deep laughter.
“Hey! How dare you call me a—” You turned your body around to face the culprit and gazed up at three figures, smirking at each other.
It was him, with two of his best friends at each side—from what you remembered, they were Jimin and Namjoon. They were wearing matching jackets with you assumed their frat symbols on them, slapping palms with one another. Holy hell, they all looked so good you wanted to eat metal and scratch rust. It made you more nervous about your task, knowing they looked like that in real life. Right off the bat, you noticed how these are some cocky men by their expression and behavior, but they were the type where you enjoyed seeing it more and still say thank you for it.
My goodness, Jungkook was hot. It frightened you because how were you going to get him in bed? Willingly? He looked like his standards were through the roof.
Distracted by your thoughts, you don’t notice how they all turned to face you and cocked their eyebrows up at seeing you. A cute little thing like you staring up with your big dark Bambi eyes with an adorable pout, wearing a dress while on your knees. The combination made two of the side men weak to your oblivion.
“Oops, sorry, gorgeous.” Jimin…yeah, that one, spoke. He reached out his hand for you to use to get up, which you timidly accepted, but you didn’t dare look at him. You were blanking out.
“Thank you.” You said softly, patting down your clothes.
“Hey, what’s yo—” He couldn’t finish his sentence as you zoomed out of the classroom.
Unfortunately, you bumped into another person and fell to the ground again, to which you mumbled sorry and used your super speed to evacuate the premises.
Yup, this was gonna be difficult for you.
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“What the fuck do you mean you escaped? Why?” Seokjin yelled through the phone during what humans call their lunchtime. You were alone in the school cafeteria with a triangular food with red meat and cheese. You didn’t know what it was, but you refused to ask, so now you were stuck with it.
After the class or two you skipped, Seokjin called you for updates. Of course, what you explained disappointed him. You couldn’t get mad this time, it was your fault, and you reacted way worse than you imagined.
“I panicked! Okay?” You groaned, stabbing a fork into the human food. “I fell down and saw him, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just left.”
“___, that’s not what you’re supposed to do.” Your mentor sighed. “I let this one slide, but you gotta get with the program and complete your task.”
“I understand.” You frowned as your eyes wandered at those around you until you reached your target. He was amongst his friends laughing and throwing things at one another, but what was interesting this time was that he had a woman sitting on his lap, nuzzling her nose into his neck. You watched as she whispered something to his ear, making him grin cheekily before he spoke something. “I see him.”
“What’s he doing right now?” Seokjin wondered curiously.
“I think he’s with his friends? I see the other two from before, but there’s more…, and a lady is sitting on him.” You stated your observation, then, out of nowhere, they began making out in front of everyone. “They’re tonguing one another. Should I be worried?”
“No, you shouldn’t. You’re a demon.” He clarified. “Again, he’s a fuck boy. He gets around, so this is probably victim number 090197.”
“Jin, you should have seen him!” You mourned. “He looks like I could never get to him, like he has a standard.”
“___, as a fuck boy, he has no standard.” He tried his best to hold back on his snappy remarks because he knew you needed as much support as required. “Little one, it��s your nerves talking. It’ll be easy for you! You’re much more powerful than those…those human men.”
You continued to keep your eyes on him as those tongues between him and the girl pushed down their throats. Why did the woman make it look so easy? You don’t know why it was so difficult for you. You were literally a succubus! A sex demon! You feed off sex. It’s not like you were clueless, having experienced it from time to time, especially with that one warlock back in Wennale. What was his name again? Taehyung? Then again, this was your first human.
“Little one, don’t you wanna pass?”
“I do! I do so badly.” You cried, although there were no tears in sight. “I just—I just need some time. I have no confidence whatsoever.”
“I’m slightly disappointed when you have me as your mentor.”
“Please, you insult me all the time.”
“Yes, I do and it should only be me. You have no right to insult yourself, okay?”
“Okay.” You grumbled, and Seokjin didn’t like that.
“No, come on! You gotta be more pumped than that! Okay?” He shouted louder, letting his pitch get higher.
“Okay!” You chuckled, feeling better about yourself.
“That’s the spirit! That’s my mentee!”
“Yeah, I’m your mentee!”
“Now get in there and fuck his brains out!” He cheered you on, and you got a little too excited…
You slammed a fist on the table, standing up. “Yeah, he’s gonna reupholster my guts like furniture and clean it out with his cum!” You screamed out in the cafeteria. You didn’t realize it until you felt people’s eyes on you with dilated pupils. You stared back, wondering what was wrong—as it was entirely normal for succubi to do this. You swiftly glanced at Jungkook, who also looked at you shockingly.
Who were you?
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There was no progress in your task for the past couple of days.
You were still afraid of going up to him and seducing him. You kept your distance and watched him from far away, during his classes, lunch, practice, and sometimes even late at night as you flew up and peeped through his window when he did and didn’t have someone over. At the very least, you could get a sense of who he was and what he liked.
From what you heard and saw, he was a complete asshole and too much into his ego to let a weakness show. He mainly liked to show off his delicious muscular body when playing soccer during his practices. He loved winning—a competitive motherfucker, and sometimes picked fights.
He didn’t hurt anyone…well, physically, you guessed. But you did see many girls running away crying after he spoke to them with that evil bunny smile, saying nothing would happen between them. There was no preference in girls, so that was good for you.  
His friends aren’t any better. They walked around campus like they were kings in a castle. They were too arrogant. Holy hell, was this how human men were? Damn, though Jin was annoying, you had to be honest and say incubi and other creatures were wayyyyy better than these humans.
You sat at the bleachers with a group of students taking some kind of greenery wrapped in paper. You didn’t know what it was, but you were familiar with the scent as it was usually used to scare away woodland trolls. 
Fun fact: Succubi and trolls had bad blood with them because one of the many reasons, they always sneak into our lands and hump our kinds’ legs since they couldn’t reach them. 
You tried blending in, sometimes getting offered some, but you politely denied it. You munched on delicious granola that you discovered as you scrutinized Jungkook.
Despite his sour taste of choices, you couldn’t help but still want him. Perhaps it was the demon in you who didn’t care about any traits except having sex with men. But nevertheless, you gravitated toward him. 
Now you felt a bit more in-tuned and confident as a succubus. Now knowing he doesn’t care for types except for having a hole, you had a chance to face him. But of course, the question was, how can you not make it obvious you needed to sleep with him?
You saw that practice was over, so now you had to sneakily follow.
Pretending to be part of the group with you, you shouldered your backpack and waved goodbye, which they did back despite not knowing who you were. You skipped down the bleachers and walked in the team’s direction. You took the scenic route, feigning you were looking at trees and shrubbery, even taking pictures with the phone. You didn’t know it could do that until two days ago, so you used it to your advantage by taking pictures of Jungkook for evidential purposes.
You were finally within hearing reach as you listened to Namjoon speak. “Bro, this party tonight is gonna go hard! Jimin called and said that the drinks and tables are set up.”
“The perfect way to end a perfect week.” Jungkook smiled. You enjoyed it when he spoke. It sounded very friendly to your ears.
“Of course, you’d say that.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at his friend. “We all know that you’re gonna get lucky with some girl as always.”
“What can I say? I’m irresistible.” Ugh, such a shitty personality on a red flag—you also learned that phrase here and for that, you loved the color red. “Need someone new though. It’s like I fucked every girl, except the ones you guys had. I’d like no sloppy seconds, please and thank you.”
“I would say go for a freshmen, but it does sound a bit wrong…” Namjoon commented. “Whatever, this party is free for all. Even people from the other university near by can come.”
“Mmm, we’ll just have to see.”
A party? For all? Sounds like you could join. This could be a perfect opportunity to finally get Jungkook. You knew that much more planning needed to be done, but that could be dealt with later. You needed to tell Seokjin!
-
“Finally, fuck. I was thinking of coming over to the realm and drag the both of you into a room to stick his dick in you.” Seokjin said in relief through what was a video called. Damn, this device was terrific and handy to use.
It was nice to see a familiar face despite it being Jin’s fucking irking one. You missed him, but you weren’t going to tell him that, or else he’d make fun of you until eternity, which was terrible because you both were immortal.
“I didn’t know how to approach him. Every chance seemed not right?” You reasoned as you sat on the couch. Seokjin got or whatever he did—stole?— you a house to stay at during your time here. Although the outside looked deathly abandoned, the interior was similar to your dorm back home and was near the campus. The frat house, so you can say you were relatively comfortable. 
“If that gets you to sleep at night.” Seokjin snorted, shaking his head. “Well, you’re almost there and I hope that you’ll complete this task by tonight. The highers are complaining when you’re going to finish.”
You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “This is me they’re talking about.”
“Yeah, I know I told them that.”
You stopped chuckling to pout at him, “Rude.”
“Anyways, what are you gonna wear? Something skimpy I hope. I don’t wanna see a duvet on you. I want to see some tits and ass, maybe even an areola.” Your mentor suggested rapidly.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I brought anything like that from back home.” You shrugged.
“Please stop wearing a lot of fabric.”
“Hey! At least I’m showing some collarbone! You’ve seen how humans dress. I needed to blend in and not get noticed.” You explained. “You think I��won’t get stared at if I wore a dark purple thong and a corset around campus?”
“You’ll probably give many people boners though.” He countered, making you roll your eyes. “Lucky for you, I prepared a wardrobe in your room for you to pick. It has some lingeries and short dresses you can choose from. Don’t fail me now. If you need my help, I think it’s best for you to mind communicate with me. And if you really need my help, you can just say—”
“I’m not gonna say it but I will contact you. Good bye.” You hung up before he said anything. You exhaled and paused for a while.
This was it. You were going to complete your task tonight. It shouldn’t be too bad, you told yourself. You needed to have some confidence and encourage yourself. You put on a smile before going to your room to prepare yourself.
-
“This is how people have fun?” You grimaced as you commented on what you saw.
You arrived inside the house at the completed crowded frat party where people scattered the entire block. You spotted students running around naked, making out that almost reached exhibitionism, vomiting by the curb, and dancing to the sounds of beats that were too loud you couldn’t even hear yourself or Seokjin think. You guess you can say it was rather adventurous, but if it excited people, then so be it.
“Humans are interesting creatures, right?” Seokjin responded in your mind. His voice was crisp and clear, almost like he was right by you.
It was dreadful.
“I also saw what you sent me. Absolutely smashable, my dear!” Seokjin applauded you, turning your cheeks into a deep pink.
As what a succubus does best, you dressed up like dicks were gonna turn red and fall off from the horniest pain they’ll ever experience. You wore a short baby pink glittered dress paired with matching platform heels that were too high for your liking. The outfit was backless, exposing your supple skin. At the same time, the front pushed your boobs up, sitting properly on your chest for everyone—specifically Jungkook to see. You decided to curl your hair into the bombshell style, a trademark for a succubus. The only thing was makeup, and you went pretty natural but still dolled up for your skin to glow radiantly under those poorly-lit frat lights.
As you walked to the party, you noticed many men follow your movement, eyeing your features and gawking at your curves. They were obvious, but you ignored them to continue doing what you needed.
“You’re definitely gonna suck all the semen out of that poor soul.” Seokjin said excitingly. “By the way, where is he?”
“I have no idea.” You shook your head, scoping out the crowd to find the handsome human. “Can’t suck the semen out if I can’t see him.” One of your feet ran into the other, causing you to trip, but you got your balance back up. “Fuck these heels.”
“Relax, I’m sure you’ll find him. The night is still young and you should enjoy yourself before coming back here for your next assignment.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. After this, I request like a month off after the mental and emotional trauma I went through.” You mentioned as you walked passed a group of people, none of which were Jungkook.
“Request denied.” Your mentor responded back. “I would like to also say that since you discovered Jungkook’s behavior, you should also note that he wants to get laid and probably before the night ends. If he does get someone and it isn’t you, then you missed your chance.”
Oh, no. You didn’t think about that. Since you overheard him saying he probably went through every girl, you had tunnel vision that he could only want you since you were “fresh.”
Oh, fuck. You also didn’t realize that there’s literally another school here, so the chances of him sleeping with somebody else new tonight was 99.9%.
What was the other 0.1% chance, one might ask?
 It was you interrupting.
“Fuck, Jin. I need to find him quickly then.” You said under your breath as you pushed through. “I’ll fuck him and leave. Dammit, why does this guy have to be ran through the freeway?”
“Better than someone who isn’t. Go get him, I’ll be here if you need it! Remember those words.”
“I’m not fucking saying them!” You seethed, pushing sweaty bodies out of your way. The body odor was through the roof, and you wanted to gag.
You weaved your way through somewhere but don’t particularly know where you were. Everything was condensed with people. Though you hated the heels, they gave you height. So you turned your head left and saw the kitchen ahead, which was somehow more empty, but you didn’t mind since you just needed some cubic centimeters to breathe. You made it to the kitchen, trying to relax yourself and adjust your outfit.
You had to develop an idea fast before Jungkook ran off with another victim. Nothing was coming to your mind, and it didn’t help when you saw a table of snacks waiting to be taken. You walked up and scanned the snacks in search of those granolas you enjoyed having. Alas, there weren’t any, which bummed you out. But you were still determined to find them.
This was a house. You were sure they had some granolas.
Suddenly, two dudes—oh, one of them was Jimin—walked in carrying a bag of ice and more snacks. Maybe they knew where the granola was located.
You went up to them while they were busy fixing everything and talking to one another. You couldn’t understand what they were saying until the other one, you didn’t know, spoke. 
“I swear that when it popped, there was so much black gunk coming out that it squirted into Yoongi’s eye.” The one you didn’t know laughed and sounded uplifting; you also wanted to laugh, but what he said confused you. 
“He told me. He wanted to beat your ass.” Jimin giggled as he dumped the ice into the jug coolers.
You confidently—or at least told yourself you were—went up to them. Their backs were facing you, so they didn’t notice you coming their way until you tapped on the unknown guy’s shoulder, hoping you got his attention. The guy thought it was one of the pledges trying to ask a stupid question to which he was gonna tell them to fuck off until he saw an absolute doll in front of him.
“Excuse me, do you have granola?” You asked with wide irises with a gentle smile, anticipating his answer as you chanted in your head he’d say yes. But he didn’t say anything to you. He kept his eyes on you, though. Then down to your figure and back up to your face. He has never seen you before.
“Do you have granola?” You repeated yourself, and now Jimin finally had your attention.
“Gorgeous, we meet again!” You could have sworn Jimin’s eyes lit up with heavy passion and jubilance. He glanced at your banging body and cursed under his breath, but you couldn’t hear.
“Jimin, you know her?” Hoseok gasped as his eyes shifted to his friend, then to you.
“Of course, bud.” Jimin smirked. “She’s in my class…I think.”
You didn’t comprehend what was happening, but you went with it. “Yes… I’m in his literature class. Hi, Jimin.” You smiled, puffing up your cheeks and eyes, making their hearts palpitate.
“You’re looking as beautiful as ever…” He slowly went silent as his slit eyes grew at you. You came up blank when you tilted your head to the side, not knowing what he was doing. You thought he would continue, but he kept his mouth shut. You blinked and were about to ask him if anything was wrong, but the unknown guy beat you to it.
“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi. What’s you name, doll?” Hoseok grinned at you.
“Ohhh.” You said in awe, now getting what Jimin was trying to do. You nodded slowly before replying, “I’m ___! Hi, Hobi.” The way you said his nickname made him feel some type of way.
“___!” Jimin raised his arms before coming up to hug you, but you were pulled back by the waist from Hoseok.
“You don’t get to hug her when you clearly forgot her name.” Hoseok scoffed, resting his palms on the tops of your hips. “Come on, doll.”
“Hey, that’s only because she ran away from me when I was about to ask her her name,” Jimin explained. His gaze went back to you as well as his smirk. “I’ve never seen you around campus before. Are you a first year?”
“Uhhh, no?” You answered. Shit, now you had to come up with some story. “I-I transferred here from somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Oh, it’s a part of Hell—I mean, Helena…”
“Helena?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “I think that sounds like from the States?”
“I think so, yeah.” You nodded, hoping they won’t ask any more questions. “I’m new here and I don’t know much, so I thought this party would help me get comfortable.” That was believable, right?
Though they tried to hide it, you saw how they shared the same evil reaction followed by a fake ass smile that no one would know except a demon-like yourself. Oh, no. This was going in a different direction than you wanted. 
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’ll help you get comfortable around here.” They sounded so genuine you were almost convinced, but you had to remind yourself that they were distractions. The main person was around the house, waiting for his dick to get wet.
“Thank you for your help, but I think I’ll survive.” You turned them down as friendly as possible. “But do you have granola?”
Not giving up, Hoseok nodded and grabbed your hand. Luckily, you didn’t mind, or else he would have lost one of his two personal hand jobs. “Of course, we keep them in the cabinets. We don’t usually give it out during parties, but since you’re one of a kind, we’ll let it slide.”
“Thanks, Hobi.” Hoseok thought you were so cute yet hot as fuck. He couldn’t back down if there was a slight future of you giving him the glug plug triple gorilla twist 3000. The fucker basically ran to get the bags of granola from you.
In the meantime, Jimin butted in and handed you a drink. “Here, gorgeous. I bet you’re thirsty.” When he said that, he wished you were thirsty for him. “Don’t worry, it’s from the jug. It’s our frat’s very own jungle juice made with passion and love. But be careful now. It’s a little strong.”
“What’s in it?”
“Well, various kinds of juices but alcohol content would be three bottles of tequila, give bottles of soju, two bottle of gin, a bottle of Bacardi, and a splash of vodka.” You have never heard of those things before, but you did know alcohol as demons loved to drink. Your favorite was pure distilled moonshine. You took the cup into your hand. The shorter man kept his eye contact, waiting to drink it.
You sipped, taking in the flavor and taste, and nodded. “It tastes like nothing. Just sugar water.” There you chugged down the liquid like it was cum before wiping your lips and giving the empty cup back to Jimin, whose jaw dropped.
A woman who could handle her liquor: he was hard.
Eventually, Hoseok came back with two bags of unopened granola in his hands. “Here you go, doll.” You squealed in glee, finally retrieving the crunchy golden glory that is granola. You were almost satisfied with your night…almost. You were still on the hunt for that frat president.
“Thanks, Hobi!” You praised gratuitously before pecking his cheek. You thought nothing of it as it was a customary gesture, especially between succubi. Still, you completely forgot you did this as a human. A human man.
The slight innocent touch caused a static effect on the man. His skin prickled with his hairs straight up, followed by the tingles on his erogenous points, which were behind his ears, neck, and nipples. Blood rushed from the brain through his veins, evidently reaching his growing phallic.
You gave a gentle smile before waving, leaving both men in shock and turning on. You didn’t even do anything to them, yet you plagued a memory they and their dicks will never forget.
They wished to have you.
-
You've been here almost an hour and still have not found Jungkook. You'd think being the main guy of this story, he would have already appeared more clearly, had more lines, and interacted with you, but nooooo, you had it hard and had to work for it.
You blamed Seokjin for this.
While you looked for him, you at least tried to take some time to have fun. Humans had fascinating ways to arouse and excite them, especially over weak alcohol. It didn't necessarily make you judge their lifestyle, but more so gained another perspective which you concluded was complete utter shit.
You eventually found Namjoon—of course, you'd see everyone else except Jeon—who was doing a "shotgun" competition. Somehow you got roped into doing it, even though you knew nothing about doing it. You asked the giant muscular man how to do so.
Long story short, you won, leaving with a drunk, dazed Namjoon following you behind Hoseok and Jimin.
Yeah, you weren't alone in the hour and started to get annoyed.
"Beautiful, where you going? Let me take you upstairs and talk our feelings."
"Don't your feet hurt in those heels, doll? I bet if I massage it, you'll feel better."
"You're so gorgeous, you make me want to throw up."
The commentary from the men wouldn't stop as they followed you like ducklings to a mother duck. You inhaled deeply through your nose, attempting to keep calm as you passed by the same group of people you saw for the 58902843 time.
"Seokjin, they're fucking killing me." You said in your mind.
"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" He laughed at your misery. When you said nothing back, he knew you had a deadly glare that was the most serious he had ever experienced. He could feel you, and it frightened him. After a few seconds and a string of confidence, he gulped, "Okay, fine. Hold on." He then hung up.
"Jin? Jin! Hello, did you fucking hang up o—"
"___, are you okay? You seem distress." Namjoon called out, taking your attention away from calling out your mentor. "Do you need some help? I'm a biology major and I have an excellent stash of emergency medicine—"
"Please, we get that you're prepared and trying to impress her!" Jimin insulted his friend's attempt. "We know you just want her!"
"Like you're any better." Hoseok snorted condescendingly. "I actually care for your health, ___, so I would love to assist you with any way to relief you of your distress."
The battle of roasts began between the trio as you stared blankly at them. You opened your mouth to speak, but then Namjoon called out Jimin for not wiping the toilet seat and that there were markings. You stayed quiet and thought it was your chance to escape. You stepped back, but you felt a rigid stature behind you.
An arm wrapped around your waist, and you were about to protest when they said, "Little one, I finally found you!" You exhaled in comfort, seeing your mentor in the flesh. You couldn't restrain yourself from leaning your head into his chest.
His saying paused the trio's banter to get a glimpse of the face behind that voice. No doubt in their minds, they were impressed by seeing such a tall attractive man.
Seokjin's red dress shirt was nearly unbuttoned, leaving the last two buttons together, which revealed his illuminating golden chest. His shirt was tucked into black trousers that accentuated his lean figure. His ebony hair was gelled back, exposing his one-of-a-kind forehead and prominent eyebrows.
Your mentor eyed the trio and grinned, "I see you have some friends."
"Uhh, excuse me, who are you?" Namjoon was the first to talk, refusing to let his eyes leave the handsome demon.
"I'm Seokjin."
"I-is he your boyfriend, ___?" Jimin asked.
You wanted to throw up at the sound of that. Seokjin was handsome, but he was your mentor, and you'd rather throw a chair at him.
"Ahh, no." Seokjin smiled, which made the humans breathe in relief. "But I'm her pimp daddy."
"Uh, what is that?" You thought out loud, but judging by the expressions on the men's faces, it seemed to work?? You went with it. "Yeah…my pimp daddy."
"Oh. Does that mean we have to pay for her?" Hoseok questioned, looking like he was ready to Venmo your mentor.
"She's not for grabs." Seokjin denied it, deflating their moods. "However, I have some girls you can play with for free of charge since you've been so dear to my little one." With the snap of his fingers, three succubi that you remembered you were in class with and passed their training came forward and caught the attention of the humans. Each seemed to play on a human's type as they drooled at one particular demon.
"Would you like to see my art collection in my room?" Namjoon asked the shortest demon.
"Are you up for a drinking challenge?" Jimin suggested the curviest one.
"I wanna massage you feet." Hoseok demanded the tallest one.
With arms linked with the demons, they departed in their own ways, leaving you and Seokjin alone. You sighed as you turned and looked up to Seokjin. "Thank you for once. But you do realize those three might kill them."
"True, but do you really care right now?" Seokjin shrugged, and you muttered nonsense. "You're so lucky I came. If not, you might have had an orgy which is another task, but you're not quite there yet."
"I said thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah. Just fuck the right guy, okay?" He waved it off as he, too, scoped out the area. "This place is packed."
"I know! That's why I'm struggling to find him." You whined, getting annoyed at your circumstances. "Please help me!"
"___, at this point of the task, it's really up to you."
"Please!!!!" You begged as you started bouncing in place. "Please, Seokjin. Please. Please. Please. Please! Ple—"
"Alright, fine! Fuck!" He yelled in irritation at your voice. "Anything for you to shut up!" He calmed down while you cheered in victory, waiting for him to speak. "Okay, so what do you know about Jungkook? After observing him?"
You tilted your head and gazed to the side to think. "Well, I do know he's an asshole. A little cocky? Loves to win from the sports and practices. He likes to show off? But what does this have to d—"
"So he likes to be at the center of attention?" Seokjin pointed out.
"I guess, but—"
"Think, ___." He interrupted you, but with his eyes, he pleaded. "Think and put it together. If he likes being at the center of attention…where would he be?"
Damn, was this a riddle? You never did well at those. You just gave up and went on with life. But by the look on Seokjin's face, he was desperate with you trying to realize something, and he wanted you to learn.
With that being said, where would the guy who enjoyed being at the center of attention be? 
Though you attempted to think, you couldn't hear your thoughts as a cheer of people shattered your brain, catching your focus on that. You turned your head, furrowed your brows, and were curious about the commotion.
"Hey! You bitch, focus." Seokjin snapped his fingers in front of your face, but you were to no avail. You walked away from him and followed the sounds. He groaned and rolled his eyes before footing behind you.
Hollers grew louder, and more and more humans huddled around. You pushed through the crowd, noticing how they circled around a table, giving a lot of room for it. Another uproar came into your ear as you spotted two men on each side of the table. Cups were stacked and laid out on the surface while you saw a small ball thrown into the opposite side's cup, which got another applause.
You cocked an eyebrow, questioning the excitement of throwing a ball into a cup. Again, humans and their odd interests.
Your eyes shifted towards the humans. One looked like he was struggling as his expression turned green with envy with his arms crossed over his chest. The other smiled victoriously when he shot another ball into the last cup, standing with ease. The bodies jumped in excitement, celebrating the win. Though the light was dimmed and colors splattered the room, you noticed who that was.
"Likes being in the center of attention will look for anything that grabs the people's eyes." You commented out of nowhere, surprisingly Seokjin, and made him proud.
"There's your boy right now." He nodded towards Jungkook, who pumped his fists in the air. The other guy walked away after flipping him off while the frat president blew a kiss goodbye. Coming out of the crowd, another girl who you didn't see before latched onto his body and kissed his cheek. She whispered into his ear, and his smile turned lustful with greed.
"Oh, no. He already has someone." You frowned, stomping your heel on the sticky floor. 
"It's not too late yet." Seokjin reassured. "He still has adrenaline rush from the games, he's too focused on that than pussy. You need to infiltrate somehow, but I'm not sure."
"Does anyone else want to lose at the hands of the reigning champion, Jeon Jungkook?" Another man popped into the middle. He was a bit shorter, the same height as Jimin, and had burnt orange hair. He scanned the crowd while Jungkook was too busy, practically eye-fucking the girl as he squeezed her lower back.
You couldn't let it happen.
"I'll go!" Everyone's pupils pivoted towards the high-pitched sound next to Seokjin. You raised your hand, and your voice echoed in the house, making all silent and shocked. You weren't thinking. This was all in impulse. They were staring at you with wide eyes as you stared directly at Jungkook, who had an expression you couldn't read.
"The fuck are you doing?" Seokjin spoke to you through your mind.
"I don't know but here's my chance." You shrugged.
"You, love?" The orange-haired man pointed at you.
You gulped, then nodded. You stepped forward, but again, your shoes bumped into one another, letting you trip and fall for everyone to see. 
"Son of bitch." Seokjin muttered under his breath, watching you in shame.
You were so tired of these heels that you decided to rip them off and throw them to the side, leaving you barefoot and short once again. You finally stood up and wobbled towards the table. You slammed your fist on it with determination as you stared at Jungkook.
But his stare was a bit intimidating now, so you moved your gaze to the orange man. "Yes, me! I'll play him." You nodded towards Jungkook.
"You're a feisty pretty one." Orange man smirked, then looked towards Jungkook. "Wanna play her?"
Jungkook snorted and let out a demeaning laugh, forcing you to face him and frown. "Are you serious right now? Why would I—" He couldn't finish his sentence because he met your eyes, you batting doe-eyes filled with pureness yet mystery. You looked familiar; he wanted to recognize you. A pretty face like yours should never be forgotten. "Yeah, I'll challenge her." He couldn't say no to a gorgeous sight before him.
He pushed himself away from the girl hooking onto him. She was about to complain, but he glared at her, causing her to feel insignificant and run off. His head turned back at you with a smirk you deemed his signature. You smiled back, which only made him scrunch his nose.
Fuck, he's cute.
"Hi, angel. What's your name?" His voice was smooth with so much depth.
"Uhh, ___." You replied. "What's your name, Jungkook?"
He grinned in confusion. "I see you know who I am. You don't need to ask again."
"Wait, no. Oops, forget what I said. Of course, your name is Jungkook. I had to remember it."
"You had to remember me?"
"Yeah." You nodded, then realized and said, "Wait, I know you. I mean…" You blabbered away, leaving Jungkook perplexed as he watched your glossy lips move.
It wasn't until Seokjin yelled, "Shut the fuck up and play!" Though he acted like one of the bystanders, you knew what he meant. You blinked at your mentor, then to an intimidating Jungkook whose eyes never left you.
"Are you ready to play?" Orange man said. "I'm Yoongi, by the way." That was directed towards you, but you paid no attention as your task before you had such a heavy stare it made you weak. 
"Are you ready, angel?" Jungkook asked once more for you.
"I am, but I have to tell you something." You spoke carefully, hoping you won't fuck up. "I don't know how to play."
"You don't know how to play beer pong?" He clarified what you meant, and you nodded. "If you don't know how to play, why would you challenge me?"
Your eyes grew, trying to figure out some bullshit answer. "Well…it-it looks fun. You know with throwing balls in a cup?" You said what you remembered vaguely. "I wanna try."
Jungkook hummed, slowly nodding to your reply. "You know this is a challenge, right? Also adding in that money is being betted on."
"I know!" You didn't know. "Money doesn't matter to me. I just wanna play, and maybe if anything…" You leaned in, closer to him. However, you maneuvered too fast, so half of your body slammed on the table, causing Jungkook to flinch a little at the thump. "Please teach me?"
"That was so uncomfortable. I'm leaving. Don't fuck up." Seokjin said. You glanced in his direction and disappeared before anyone could see him.
You then fluttered your gleaming eyes at your task subject. Though this move would have made Jin slap you to stop, Jungkook couldn't help but be intrigued. Maybe it was how you looked at him with those begging eyes or the tone in your lovely voice. Either way, he nodded and said, "I'll teach you, Angel. But I'm giving you a heads up." You beamed your teeth before skipping towards the opposite end of him with the table in between, waiting for him. "You can come crying into my arms when you lose."
You furrowed your brows in confusion, but without any thought, you merely nodded. "Okay, that's fine. Just teach me."
Yoongi interjected again, "Alright, people! Place your bets with our pledge, Beomgyu. Jungkook versus ___!" He pointed at two large jars that were in front of a boy. You spotted others throwing money into a pot labeled with Jungkook's name while yours was practically empty with only one bet, but it didn't really matter at this point.
"Ready when you are, JK." Orange man Yoongi finalized before stepping back.
Jungkook smirked at you, showing a faint bunny smile as he grabbed a ball. "Okay, angel. This is how you play."
He explained how the game's intent was for the players to throw the ping pong ball across a table and make it land inside the cup that had been—a type of alcohol—on the other end. Typically, there were ten cups set up in triangle formation, but as the number of cups dwindled, you could rearrange it into a straight line or triangle. You had to take turns to throw as many balls into your opponent's cup (two maximum for each turn), and if the ball did land inside, you had to consume the content inside. The person to eliminate all opponent's cups was the winner.
"You got it, angel?" He inquired after his lesson.
"Sure, I think so…" You nodded, kind of getting it. Well, not really. Every word goes from one ear to the other and floats away.
Jungkook pressed his lips into a line, "I think I should demonstrate it. Watch with your eyes, angel."
You observed the man as he stretched his limbs and neck before going into position. He dipped his ball into a cup of water on the side. He bent his knees and had a steady arm. The ball landed in a cup, then another ball went into another cup. The crowd yelled in enthusiasm as their favorite player did a double shot.
"Drink up, babe." Jungkook's arrogant aura could be seen from a hundred kilometers away. You didn't know if it turned you on or wanted him to step on you, maybe both. But nevertheless, you obliged to the game and drank the beers in four gulps. You stacked them to the side and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Do you get how to do it now?"
"Yes." You spoke politely. Him watching you replicated a predator waiting for its prey to make a move. It didn't make you uncomfortable but instead made you question why the fuck are you going through hoops for this fucking first task?
His instructions sounded reasonably simple, so you gave it a go. There was no conscious thought in you, so you tossed the ball. Landed. Toss. Landed again.
You hummed in pleasure before meeting Jungkook's baffled expression. "Like that?" Everyone was on pause at the moment, thinking how the hell this clueless hot bitch got it in twice?
Jungkook snapped out of it and cleared his throat. "Beginner's luck, I guess?" He shrugged, trying hard to not make it a big deal. It was his turn, and now he was committed to making you lose. He assumed you knew what to do now, so you were on your own with it. He didn't care if you were hot—well, he does, but for the sake of the game, no.
He was only able to make one in, which was fine. All is good, feeling that you won't do as well. The chances of you getting double again was rare in the game of ping po—
You got two in, and while you were drinking your losing cup. 
What the fuck?
The game continued, and truth be told, you were actually winning. You did miss a couple of times, but you had two cups left while Jungkook had four. People were rooting for you now despite the money they lost. It was because someone was better than the Jeon Jungkook and flabbergasted when there was a chance that he was going to lose his winning streak.
You felt pretty calm, in contrast to the stressed and angered human. After every turn, he grew increasingly upset at his ability and the fact that you, a hot body, were beating him. He even refused to talk to you and mumbled curses after you made a shot.
He was grateful he made two shots, making you both tie. Unfortunately, you got one in, so you had your final cup.
It was his turn again, and he was really focused as he positioned himself and took his time.
"Come on, Jungkook!" Yoongi cheered from the sidelines.
"Shut the fuck up!" Your task spat back at him that you even grimaced. 
He didn't make any, which made him punch the table, shaking the whole furniture and cups. What a nasty loser he was.
He scowled at you like an eagle, bolding his eyebrows. His tongue played with his lip ring, waiting for you to hurry it up. "Angel, what's taking long?" Though his tone sounded composed, you knew there was a poisonous ring to it.
Honestly, you wanted to get this over with, so you can at least try getting him into bed. You sighed and casually threw the balls simultaneously to make time quicker.
Two balls in one.
Something you're not getting right now but hoped for. 
There was a stillness around you as you defeated the champion. Then an uproar ripped through the air, wincing at the noise. Humans congratulated you. Even Yoongi ran up to you to hug and smell you. You awkwardly giggled, attempting to push him away, but he had quite a grip.
"The only winner who betted on ___ goes to the name of Seokjin!" Yoongi announced.
"Fucking Jin." You rolled your eyes. You had enough of Yoongi touching you. Using your super strength, you grabbed his head and pushed him off of you. He flew into the table across, ultimately breaking it down. 
While you watched the orange man in pain, you didn't notice eerily smiling Jungkook walking up to you. You only realized it when he let his hand out. You raised your head, only aware of how large he was, and took in all his features up close.
You reached his chest. His shoulders were broad and muscular, while his waist cinched tightly with a leather belt. He was literally built like a Dorito. His facial features were too unforgettable. His large rounded eyes paired with his prominent nose you wanted to sit on. Tinted pink lips pierced with a ring and glazed at sight. His arms bulged underneath that thinned blue dress shirt that should be illegal for him to wear. His tattoos followed his movement as he flexed his hand.
"Congratulations, ___." He commanded you. You peered at his hand that was in front of you. You didn't know what to do with it, but you guessed you should hold it.
You also brought your hand forward, immediately pinpointing the difference between your hands. He shook it a little, and you were about to let go, but he tugged you forward, pulling your body until it's pressed to his front. Your neck had to extend higher and was now hurting so you could look at him.
The action threw you off, so you were nervous and felt your demon heart palpitating. One had wrapped around your arm while the other held your waist. He looked down at you with a twitch and slight curve to his lips before reaching your ear and said, "I sense you were bluffing."
"H-huh?"
"You bluffed, my dear angel." He pulled back to stare at you again. If looks could kill, he'd definitely kill. Not you, though; you were a demon. "Acting like you didn't know what you were doing at beer pong, but actually did. You bluffed me."
"I really didn't play it before. I honestly had no idea what you meant other than throw ball in cup." You reasoned with a slight pout.
He didn't buy it, but the face you were making made him weak, but he didn't want you to know that. "Guess you're just good at following instructions."
You snorted, throwing your head back. "I don't know about that."
His aura didn't match your lightness. In fact, his eyes were darkened and leered into yours because he was such a sore loser he needed answers. "Then fucking tell me why you would play me. Humiliating me in front of my party." He interrogated through his teeth.
You winced when you felt his grip tighten, but not enough to not make you in danger. If he were to hurt you, you would be able to knock him out. "Fuck, Jin. Help me out!" You spoke in your head.
Sadly, the automatic reply replied, "I'm sorry. The demon you reached out to is not ava—"
You hated your mentor.
You were panicking, feeling like you weren't going to get him in bed as the conversation worsened. You needed some kind of bullshit to make his ego inflate. "I, uhh, I did it to get your attention?"
He'd be lying if he said he was surprised at your response. Of course, it had to be the reason. He actually wanted to praise you. Though he hated it, you beat him at his own game, and that was something that he would never forget.
He licked his lip and bit down his lower ones, "Really? All this for my attention, angel? You could have just asked, instead of all that hard work."
"Really?" You were in awe. You never thought about that. "Whatever, I'm shy."
"Not shy enough to do what you did back there." He decided to play with you. He released your arm to hold your soft cheek, grazing your skin with his thumb. "Just ask and I might just give it to you."
Yes, this was your chance. You could ask him to fuck you right here, but you didn't know if he liked that. He seemed to be somewhat private since you only observed sexual activity from him in a bedroom or closed area. 
"C-can we go some place more private?" You asked.
He didn't even need to say anything. All he had to do was grab your hand and lead you through and out of the crowd. As you walked upstairs with him, all your thoughts were about how you were executing this because right now, you were winging it like a fucking beast. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all…
"I fucking told you it wasn't that bad." Your mentor's voice interrupted your internal monologue, to which you refused the disrespect.
"Why are you fucking listening?"You complained.
"Well, I'm just ensuring that it's going by smoothly, duh!" He spoke. "I'll give you style points from how you were able to get him into his room though."
The opening of the door disrupted your mind conversation as Jungkook lets you go inside first. You did so before he followed behind, closing and locking the door. You inspected his room to see if there were any abnormal or normal aspects. Though you observed him, you weren't really able to see what was inside through your abilities. You weren't quite there yet.
But it was alright to know that his room was the standard layout of human men's rooms shown in training videos. Blue checked print bed sheets on a queen-sized bed, a white dresser with colognes and oil diffusers on top, a gaming desk, and a PC. Some colored lights, posters, and a display case show figurines with a guitar in the corner. 
"Nice set up you got here." You complimented. Out of nowhere, your heart began beating faster than usual. It was most likely because you felt it happening. It was anticipated in the back of your neck. The question was, just when?
"So angel, I have a small question if you don't mind answering. Well, it's more of an explanation actually." You gazed at him, seeing how he slowly paced around his room with eyes wandering around as if he had never seen his possessions before. You don't say anything for him to continue on. "The more I look at you, the more familiar you look."
You scrunched your eyebrows, then tilted your head. But he didn't give you time to respond, "Then I realized…" His piercing irises landed on you as he stepped closer and closer to you until your neck was aching at the stretch up again. "You're the one who's been watching me."
Your eyes widened. You thought you were being careful. "W-what do you mean?" You acted clueless, hoping he'd buy it.
"I mean, I feel and see your stares during lunch, class, my practices—you know you're obvious right? Sitting next to the stoners?? You're completely out of place. It's also noticeable since I've never seen you before." He listed his smirk grew by the second while you said nothing like the dumbass you were. You opened your mouth, but he spoke up, "And to answer your question, yes being never seen before is noticeable because I've seen a lot of girls and I've never seen such a hot, gorgeous, sexy angel like you before."
Was this human a mind reader? You knew he was brilliant, but damn, it hurt what little pride you had left in you.
"So tell me ___, you've been watching me like a creep, you were trying to get my attention. What is it that you want with me?"
You wanted to fuck; that's what you wanted. But the words weren't coming out, and only repetitive stammering spewed. "I-I—umm…well, you see… I-it's." You felt your cheeks heating, begging yourself to look away, but you couldn't. He affected you so much that you wanted to get lured into his nutmeg-colored irises. You stopped your stuttering and whined with a sulking frown.
"Don't get all shy with me now." He chuckled at your vulnerable state, thinking how cute you were being. "I'm asking a simple question that I'm sure you know how to answer. Now I'm gonna ask again. What do you want with me?"
You had to fight your panicking. You needed to do this; you needed to stop restricting yourself. You had to be explicit, but too much, a little subtle. But most importantly, you must be confident. "I-I-I wanted you to teach me." Fucking smooth like butter with the confidence.
Now it was his turn to be confused, mimicking your puzzled expressions. "Teach you what?"
You cleared your throat before continuing, "You—you know how you, like, get around, like fuck other girls?" You stated. He kept silent as you pointed out the facts. "I was wondering if you could…teach me…how to fuck?" Once that sentence came out of you, you regretted saying it. Teach you how to fuck, really? If anything, it should have been the other way around, dumbass. "I don't know this sounds so stupid. I'm so sorr—"
You stopped talking when he let out a hardy laugh. You could feel his solid chest bouncing, pressing further into your front. "Angel, angel, angel. You're such a cute one." He shook his head and sighed. He wrapped his strong hands around your hips, lightly squeezing them. "Like I said, all you have to do is ask."
"Really?" You questioned, eyes bulging in glee. "Then fuck me, please? I want it now!"
He liked how excited you were, sounding desperate as you went through bridges just for dick. But hey, he wasn't complaining. This was going to be fun for him. "I would be glad to, but, you have to earn it." His arrogant smirk dropped into a stoic frightening glare. "Get down on your knees, slut."
Okay, that was out of pocket. He sounded so serious, but go off. You blinked back, "Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, Jungkook?"
"No, no, you short bitch. It's sir to you." Your jaw dropped at the insult, but you just went with it, hoping this would be over soon.
"Okay, sir. Sorry, sir." You muttered, and your tone made Jungkook annoyed. He threaded through your hair and pushed you down to the ground. You huffed as you steadied on your knees. However, you were too short, so he had to maneuver you both until he sat on his gaming chair, legs wide open. His crotch leveled with your head. You observed how it was growing harder without even being touched.
"What, you don't know how to give a blow job?" Your task snarled, thinking you were so eager yet so naive. He held your strands, bringing you closer to him.
You actually didn't know how to, despite being a fucking succubus. You kinda skipped that course practice as well as the sex toy lessons Seokjin scheduled for you. It wasn't your fault that they consistently landed on the same day Lilith and her team gave out free slushies.
But being clueless about this, you had to reach for help. "Seokjinnie!! My favorite mentor in all realms. Please help me now!!!" You begged through your mind.
"Hello, Succubus hotline. Darling, you are live." Seokjin chirped from the other side.
"I have to suck a dick and I don't know how! I'm just staring at his crotch and I'm afraid to look up because I know he's sneering at me."
"This is what you get for missing your lessons!" He scolded. "Why don't you go on with your 'teach me' method."
"My angel, are you deaf? Do you not know how to give a blow job?" Jungkook growled, tugging on your head and making you hiss in ache.
"I told you I wanted you to teach me, sir." You pouted. "Please teach me how to please you, sir."
Jungkook's expression softened at the sight of you, but it wasn't enough to wipe off the harsh demeanor he gave you. "Fine, I'll teach you. Just unzip me first, the fabric is chaffing my dick." He commanded, keeping his contact on you.
"Damn, he's vicious." Seokjin heard Jungkook speak.
You nodded and said, "Yes, sir." At least you were compliant. You unbuckled his pants and threw his belt to the side before unzipping his pants. He scooted himself up as you yanked down the fabric until it reached his knees. You spotted his bulge trying to escape his boxers. The view of the darkened wet spot made you drip down your cunt. You pulled them down, revealing his prized possession before sitting back down.
It was a given that humans weren't as big as incubi or other creatures, but Jungkook was definitely up there in the biggest you've seen. His cock looked heavy and unusually on the thicker side. He had three distinct veins, the most evident ranging from the base to the tip on the middle left. His mushroom head was aching red, oozing with pearlized pre-cum. Your succubus senses were coming in, and you could practically smell the sex seeping out of him.
You wanted to touch him, so you did without thinking. You practically manhandled it, causing him to cringe in pain. "You stupid slut, don't just grab it like that! What's wrong with you?!!"
His complaints were similar to those from Seokjin. The only difference was that it turned you on and secreted your essence onto your panties. "I'm sorry, sir."
He groaned, lightly rubbing your head with his thumb. "I want you to lick the head first." He instructed, waiting for you to move. You nodded before obliging. With your warm tongue, you dainty licked the reddening head from one side to the other to the leaking slit.
"Hey, try sucking on the top. Don't do it like a lollipop, kinda like you're gulping your spit. Swirl your tongue." Seokjin recommended, and you took any advice he gave. You did what he said, earning a satisfying growl from your task.
 "Fuck." Jungkook moaned. "Like that, angel. Your mouth is so warm and soft."
The slight praise made your eyes light up red. Fortunately, Jungkook's head was thrown back, and your normal eyes returned. You rolled your tongue over him and suckled on it.
"Use your hand. Don't squeeze tight, but have it firm." He implored. You again followed, stroking his shaft, even grazing the long vein to which he whined hard. You felt your original form attempting to break out, but you forced yourself to not do so as the act of sex was present.
"I think you're getting it. I think you should be fine. I wish to no longer help you. It's all on you know." Seokjin announced happily, but you weren't.
"Wait, Seokjin, please stay. I need support." You pleaded.
"It's your task, little one. I can only go far with guiding. You should know what to do!" He answered. "Plus I refuse to see you fuck someone. I don't want nightmares."
"Please, I'll even surrender and say the phrase—"
"Bye, darling!!"
"Seokjin, you have a massive demon dick that I wanna fuck!" You were supposed to say it in your head, but judging by the uncomfortable silence in the atmosphere and the deadly stare Jeon Jungkook gave you, you actually didn't.
His anger spewed out of him as his nostrils flared and the sides of his lips twitched. If he had tried, he would have had steam coming out of his ears. You still held his throbbing dick, but your mouth wasn't on him anymore. The way he looked at you made you smaller than you already were. Your next steps into this were nonexistent, unknowing what to do but knowing it was never a good sign when you call the wrong name in bed.
"What the fuck did you say?" He seethed, his voice going an octave lower.
"Uhh…Jungkook, you have a massive demon dick that I wanna fuck?" You snickered awkwardly and uneasily.
He still had a grip on your hair, fastened his hold, and used it to pull you up to meet his enraged face. You whimpered as your heart rushed into your chest. "You didn't say my name. Who the fuck is Seokjin?"
"I-I-I…" You had no answer. You were blanking out, so all you did was shrug. "I'm sorry, sir."
Jungkook coerced a patronizing laugh, "I don't think you're sorry. Perhaps you're just another stupid little girl, unable to remember anything."
"Maybe…"
"Well, angel." He leaned forward, and with his other hand, he grasped your cheeks and squeezed them together for your mouth to open up. "I'm gonna make you remember nothing but my name."
Before you could even respond, he pushed your head down and slammed his enormous cock down your mouth and deep into your throat. Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets, and you groaned around his dick from the sudden movement. Both of his hands were in your hair. He didn't give you time to adjust as he bobbed your head up and down his length, hoping you were gagging. 
But you were a succubus. There was no gag reflex. Your hands were on the sides of his thighs for support. Your lips caressed his wet cock while your tongue laid flat under the heaviness. Tears breached through your tear ducts at the amount of pain yet pleasure you were receiving. You mewled with each thrust, even gulping all the saliva and pre-cum emitted.
You were messy, and he could tell you weren't experienced in this, but he relished how easily submissive you were. He pondered how far you were willing to go with him because he had a few things to do with stupid and naive yet sweet and kind girls like you.
"God, your mouth is good." He moaned, and though he mentioned a being that didn't like your kind, you weren't really caring. You wanted sex. You needed��it. Your senses were begging to come out, but you weren't ready for it. Your mind and body fought against each other as a fat cock was in your mouth.
One hand unraveled off of your hair and brushed down your body. It was a plus that you were tinier than his usuals. He literally was able to reach your ass at an arm's length. He pulled the end of your dress-up to reveal your black thong. He stretched further to meet your soaked middle. You were practically dripping through the thin waste of fabric, so he pushed them to the side.
You whined at the feeling, getting slowly impatient with the act. You were getting weaker by the second, your mind slowly becoming a puddle.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet." He slotted a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness. He passed through your perineum and landed on your puckered anus, rubbing circles around the rim. The slight action surprised you, gasped in a frenzy, accidentally biting his duck. He heaved painfully, ready to punish you but something unexpected happened because say goodbye to your hold on yourself because you were free and released.
Out came your familiar burgundy wings blooming out your back and ripping through the dress with your matching tail slithering out your tailbone. Your little horns emerged from your head that completed your succubus form. It didn't help that you were unaware of what happened to you. But Jungkook did.
He watched it happening, and he was fucking terrified.
"Holy fuck!" He pushed you off by the shoulders, distancing himself from you. He wheeled himself back with his chair, shaking like a wet kitten with enlarged pupils at what he witnessed. "Ahhh, get away from me!"
"What, what happened?" You questioned his horrific expression. But you answered your own question when you felt your tail swiveling around and noticed how you were elevated off the ground.
You cursed under your breath at your big mistake. You weren't supposed to reveal yourself to a human, especially when you were still in training. It was a safety precaution if other creatures in the realms roamed on Earth and caught you in your act.
The trauma in his eyes was still evident and nearly consuming his entire being as he was unaware that his dick was still out and hard. You needed to settle him, so he won't panic, and you could continue getting him into bed.
"Calm down, please?" You floated towards him with your palms out to indicate no harm. But he wasn't having it as he attempted scooting further away from you.
"I'm not fucking calming down, you fucking freak troll. Get away from me!"
You gasped at his intensive insult, going too far for your liking. You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "Excuse me! Not even a minute ago, your dick was down my "warm and soft" throat. Just because I have wings and tails doesn't mean I'm not any different from the person you met."
You were sulky and knitting your eyebrows together. Even if he was in a state of distress, he thought you were still cute and sexy. But he really wanted to know what the hell was happening.
He gulped and lifted his trembling hand to point at your new features. "A-are those real?"
You looked behind you to understand that he was asking about your wings or really anything that wasn't human-looking. "Yes."
"Really? No, you're lying! What?! How?" He threw many questions, completely baffled at this. Sure, you were floating right in front of his naked eyes, but he could have gotten pranked. He did have a controversial reputation. 
You shrugged, "I'm not gonna lie, although it would have been better if you didn't know." You whined in annoyance, picturing the future for you. "Fuck, I'm gonna get into trouble!"
"Well, now I know, and I want to leave." He was about to get up, but you went closer to him, and his initial response was cowering away from you.
"Wait, don't leave!" You begged, pressing your palms flat in front of your face as you looked down. 
"Okay, then you leave! You're in my room anyway." He demanded. "I don't want some weird as—"
"Wait, please! Let me explain!" You decided to be truthful and hoped you could still get what you wanted. It seemed like the only thing you could have done. 
Jungkook contemplated your request. He still had no idea what was going on and exactly where you were, but he concluded that you weren't a human and wouldn't kill him. You held your airhead aura and cluelessness so high, murdering him wasn’t coming to your head at all.
So he decided to stay silent and waited for you to explain. He nodded, cueing you, to which you sighed in relief. 
Knowing Seokjin abandoned you and would have probably killed you if he found out what you did, you were actually grateful you had to do this on your own for once. First of all, you disclosed that you were a succubus in training. You described your entire situation and how you came into the human world before revealing that he was your first task and that you needed to have sex with him. 
"I know it sounds crazy, but it really isn't. Succubi and other creatures are conscious about humans and your folklore and supernatural beliefs, so we stay hidden…for the most part." You joked a little to lighten the mood. However, when he didn't reciprocate it back, you stopped. "Look, I mean no harm. Well, I could kill you…" He cocked an eyebrow at you and gasped quietly. "But I won't! I don't have all my succubus powers. I didn't even have the mental capacity when I was assigned to you. I still am not! So please, help me out. I promise I'll get out of your hair once this is over. I'll even provide a cupcake!"
His deafening silence shot your anxiety through the roof. You didn't want to fail this. You didn't want to go through this process again. It happened many times in the past, and you certainly didn't want it to repeat. You wished he accepted you. It couldn't be that bad, but not every day someone saw a real-life succubus in action.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when the blank-faced Jungkook stood from his chair, fists clenching on each side of him. Fuck, you don't think this was going to end well.
But to your surprise, he stomped his way to your levitating stature. You weren't that high up. In fact, you met his height, leveling with his face. He shortened the distance between you two before raising his hand to slap your face. 
You winced in pain, holding your gradually reddened cheek. You were about to protest when you gazed into his eyes. You felt his demeanor become malicious. His jaw clenched, sharpening his feature. He rolled his tongue across his teeth as he snatched your hair with one hand and your leg with the other. He threw your form on the bed with a harsh thud, laying you on your stomach. 
"Wait, Jun—"
He slapped your ass to shut you up before he used his strength to rip your dress completely into shreds, throwing it to the side. You gasped, feeling the cold air brushing through your skin. "Shut up, you fucking whore, and it's sir!" He spanked the same place to which you hissed in pleasure. "Get on all fours or else I'll punish you."
You simply followed directions in fear yet enthusiasm as you were going to get laid in the night. You mentally cried in joy, but this wasn't what you were excepting.
Lastly, he destroyed your thong, finally leaving you in nothing. With your position, he could clearly see your rounded, plumped ass, tail swaying side to side, and wings wagging endearingly. Jungkook groaned at such an erotic sight before him, something completely new but not at all disgusted.
His fingers strolled across your body, roaming from the curve of your spine down to your hips and then the flesh of your ass. He was careful not to touch your succubus qualities just yet. "So you were basically made to be a slut?"
"Sir, I-I'm not a slut!"
"Huh, you literally told me you were a sex demon and doesn't that mean you fuck for a living?" He provoked with a smirk creeping up on his ruthless demeanor.
You pondered at the thought, "Well, when you put it that way—"Slap! You inhaled intensively as you heard and felt the sharp spank on your nether lips. 
"Don't fucking talk back to me." He quarreled, giving you another slap, to which you groaned and bit your lips to ease the soreness. You refused to say stop because he riled you up in ways you haven't experienced before. "You're gonna be a good little slut and take what I give you. Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir."
Without warning, he flipped you on your back with a bounce to your landing. You could get a good look at him—holy hell, he was absolutely captivating with his intense intimidating gaze on you. You didn't even notice that he stripped his clothes off in mere seconds of not seeing him. You didn't feel nervous or scared. Warmth spread across your body as your eyes danced around his toned muscular torso. That was definitely a sight you wanted to see again.
You watched as Jungkook climbed over your body and straddled on top of your shoulders until his weeping cock was right in front of your face. The slit leaked his translucent fluids, dripping down his lengthy shaft. Some of it landed on top of your décolletage. 
"Open your mouth." He ordered, lacing his fingers through your hair. His dick poked your cheeks and nostrils, then swiped his swollen tip on your lips like he applied lip balm. You stared back at it as you licked your lips, then opened it wide for him. He pushed the head in your mouth with a hefty groan. You latched on, puckering your lips around the thickness. He lightly tugged on your strands, urging you to look up and stare. There you were with your dark, lust-filled eyes, waiting for anything he commands. Fuck, he thought he won the golden ticket.
"Look at me when I fuck your small mouth." He said before snapping his hips forward, letting his cock disappear inside you. You groaned around him as your eyes glowed crimson before returning to their normal color. Though he was frightened, he noticed no suspicious activity, so he continued on, making a harsh yet slow pace with his thrusts.
Your esophagus wrapped around him, throbbing with each stroke. The moans coming out of you sounded like you were drowning. The tears running down your face with your eyes bloodshot exhilarated him to go even faster. His tip stabbed the very end of your tender throat continuously. You were aching, but it felt sooooo good.
Using his unused hand, he reached behind him to get you more stimulated until he felt your sticky puffy petals. Just a singular swipe through caused your hips to jerk towards his finger, wanting more pressure on it. Your minuscule doing doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook when he lets out a chuckle. "You're a needy little angel." You hummed noncommittally, vibrations stimulating his cock. "Be a good one and suck my cock. I'll give you what you want." You eagerly nodded that Jungkook's lips twitched at your adorableness. He wondered how you were a succubus yet acting like this. 
"Don't go too hard, but hollow your cheeks around them." He instructed you. You did what he said despite not knowing if you were doing it right. But with the louder groans that left his mouth, you felt confident. "Fucking good demon." He praised, and pearls of your wetness came out of you. "Ahh, you like that, don't you? Filthy slut likes getting praised."
While he thrusts, you hollowed your cheeks and suckled through the length as it went in and out of you. He played with your sodden folds, yet cautious to not touch your clit to tease you. You whimpered, begging with your eyes. Your fingers gripped onto his sheets as you got impatient.
Jungkook pushed himself into your mouth, pressing harder into your throat. Though you had no gag reflex, you surprisingly gagged around his cock, producing more saliva around and down your chin. "You take what you get." He pulled out, and as he was about to go back in, he quickly slid two of his thick fingers in your pussy.
You moaned with your eyes rolling back, feeling the rush of pleasure all over you that you couldn't help but reach your high quicker than usual. He felt your walls convulse around his appendages. You weren't back down from your high when he aggressively pulled back, causing you to fuss around. 
"Dumb little demon, you came without permission." He smacked your overly sensitive cunt, to which you sobbed. He raised his fingers up to his lips to slurp up your cum, even moaning at the sweet taste. His cock withdrew from your red drooling lips. You had a breather, gazing at him with your fucked up expression. He hissed in astonishment, enjoying the way you looked.
He got off you before grabbing your form and scooting his head between your legs. He sniffed. "Fine, if you're so needy, I'm gonna make you cum." So with that, he licked a strip of your petals and jammed two fingers into your hole. You screamed and arched your back at the pressure.
You couldn't do anything but wrap your fingers into his ebony locks. Your mewls amplified through the room when he reached your breast to pinch and twist your nub. He attacked your cunt with his mouth before wrapping around your clit. He listened to your sounds as he curled his fingers until he found your spot.
"S-sir!" You wept, feeling another knot forming in your stomach. "C-c-can I—"
"Cum, bitch." He didn't have to tell you twice as you felt the rush of familiar warmth spread through your limbs, quivering like a damn dog in wet water. Jungkook guided you through your bliss, unlike last time. However, when you assumed you would only feel the aftershocks, Jungkook continued his actions, letting you wince at the overstimulation.
"W-wait!"
"Nope!" You felt him smirking at your pussy before going back to devouring it. Oh no, you were reaching another high. Your orgasms were like going on a rollercoaster; you were up and down, up and down, but you weren't getting off of it any time soon. You came again, and again, and again, and again until you begged him off of you.
Tears streamed down your inflamed horny face. You breathed heavily, chest rising and your body frail and feeble. You weren't as weak. In fact, you could go more rounds, but you were—in Seokjin's words—lazy as fuck that your strength went down to the ability of a human.
Through heavy eyes, you glimpsed at Jungkook, who tried licking all your cum around his lips before wiping it from the back of his hand. "So…" He lapped his hand messily. The taste was so addicting; was it cherry-flavored? "As a succubus, what can you do?"
"What do you mean?" You rasped and cringed at your voice.
 "Like do you have powers? Anything to spice up sex?"
You needed a moment to think. Sometimes you forgot you were a succubus until Jin had to hit your horns and chase you down, which caused you to fly away. Catching your breath, you answered, "I can, uh, I can morph my body into what you like? Like, I can grow my boobs, change my personality, have fur on my body, I don't know whatever you're into."
He hummed mindlessly, "Just the way you are is fine." You didn't know why his sentence made your stomach flutter with insects. It was all tingling and friendly. "But I do want you to accept my kinks."
You nodded, "Which is…"
He snatched your body and turned you like a spinning top so that you looked at him upside down while his cock was still displayed in front of you. He couldn't see your face, only your body. He didn't bother to tell you as he held your jaw unhinged and rammed himself in your mouth as fast as a human could. You gulped and gagged around him, but when he shoved his fingers again in your red petals, you squealed so much with everything happening to you. 
He could see your throat down to your spreading, shaking legs. His cock bulged through your throat, making his ego increase. His balls swatted your face. Your tail squirmed from under while your wings were being squished in between you and the bed. There was no time for adjustments. He wanted to get himself off.
His strokes were aching hard, making you cry with the amount of pressure. His appendages making your cunt yell. You couldn't even do anything, just letting him, have you. "Stupid fucking angel only good for cock. Well, actually you suck at head. I don't think you're gonna pass…"
Your pupils dilated. "No!!" You spoke with your muffled mouth and shook your head. You refused to fail, and somehow you believed his words.
"The fucked whore wants to pass?" You nodded your head vigorously and whined. "Well, if you can satisfy me." His pace was now instant, and your body reacted well to his liking. You noticed him getting sloppy while he quickened his fingers deep in you.
It was only a matter of time until he slammed into your mouth again, and the gush of his cum splashed down your throat. You gargled and sobbed profoundly, also meeting another round of ecstasy. But only this time, a stream of your fluids leaked out, surprising your task.
"Fuck." He grunted as your mouth milked him. Once you both came down, he pulled out and saw the whites in your mouth. It was a sexy view for him, but you amped it up when you gargled it and gulped it down, showing your now clean mouth.
He was still hard, and he wanted more from you. He was greedy, greedier than usual, so he held your waist and flipped you again like a rag doll, putting you on your hands and knees. You were so small. He liked it so much to throw you around. 
He caressed your plumped ass and stretched apart your cheeks, showcasing your asshole and puffed cunt. The ends of his mouth curled upwards. He wanted a closer look at your puckered hole, but your cute tail wagged happily, blocking his way.
"This fucking tail is in the way." He tugged on it, and that's your nerves triggered. 
Your pupils dilated, producing a bit of froth in the corners of your mouth. You yelped aloud as if you were in pain. "Ahhh, no!"
His smile dropped with big eyes. He feared he hurt you, maybe even past your limits. Though you were a sex demon, he didn't really know much about your kind. "A-are you okay, ___?" He lets go of your end.
You sniffled before glancing behind your shoulder with your pout. He could have sworn your face made him feel all different kinds of emotions. "It's sensitive…"
He quirked an eyebrow at you, then at your still limb. Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around it and rubbed it down gently. He noticed your right eye twitch and inhaled sharply before moaning softly. His attention shifted down your spilling pussy, realizing it was your g-spot. 
"So you like that, angel?" His arrogance shined through his growing smirk and your writhing. "Of course, you do. How about your wings?" His other hand went for your fluttering wings, making you yell in a higher pitch.
"Sir, too much!!" This was really testing your limits. Humans never touched succubi or even incubi's wings as it showed weakness. If they did, the sex demons would kill them off the bat because your kind was supposed to be dominants.
He held onto your tail and wings before positioning his tip with your hole. He played with your clit as you squealed to secrete more wetness. Once he thought it was enough, he slowly pressed his length inside of you. The head was the thickest part of him, and you thought he would have mercy on you.
But you thought wrong.
In one go, his dick impaled into your cervix. You screamed bloody murder at the aching stretch to your wrecked walls. He didn't bother for you to adjust as his penetrations were rampant and harsh. You gasped for air, fisting the sheets under you as he played with your tail, stroking its length and then pinching its pointed end.
"You love having my human dick inside of your demon pussy?" He ridiculed, and you didn't bother to wipe off the arrogant smile on him. You barely could speak, so you blabbered nonsense and nodded. "You're going stupider than you already are!" Your arm reached behind without thought, trying to grab anything. He intertwined your fingers together to keep you in place.
However, he also roughly yanked your tail, which led you to see sounds in the nose as you went back into an orgasm. Your body acted like a screenshot as the pleasure impacted your veins. Your pussy gripped tightly around his cock while he eased you through it. What shocked him was the fact that the end of your tail sprayed cum into his face. It made him flinch, but it gave him an idea that made his smirk wider.
He enveloped his lips around your tail's end and sucked off the fluids. You went into a flurry of raptures, and small pumps of orgasms came your way. You squeaked and throbbed all over, crying buckets at the pain. You couldn't handle it anymore. You were breaking.
"E-en-enough, sir." You mewled, shoving your head into the pillow to lessen your cries. His tongue twisted around your end, earning a long wail from you. "Pl-please!" He popped off your tail, pleased with his doings. While still inside of you, he tossed you on your back once more, revealing your drained, perspiring figure.
"You're beautiful." You couldn't hear him as there was an ongoing ringing in your eardrums. But he guided your arms around his neck and pulled you closer to him. He clutched onto your waist firmly that you know there'll be marks the following days. He fucked you harder, literally rearranging your insides while gawking at you.
Your tits bouncing all over your chest, hearing the sloshing of where you both met, your noises that should be the number one song on Billboard Top 100. Your sobbing and tears were drugs to him, becoming addicted in the short span of knowing you. He couldn't get enough of it. 
You had your tongue out and flapping around, hoping it could get you more oxygen in your lungs, but Jungkook begged to differ.
"Open your mouth." Like a true submissive, you did it. He gathered so much saliva and spat a glob onto your tongue. Not needing him to tell you, you swallowed it and breathed heavily. He grunted before placing his face in the crevice of your neck. He tongued on the surface, creating darkened hickeys all over.
"Please, hurry, sir." You admitted defeat, wanting this to be over already. You could barely even grip around him without trembling. Why were you such a fucking weakling? 
"Almost there, angel. I promise." After three pumps, he finally painted your insides white. He whined into your ear, nibbling on your lobe. Ropes after ropes as your cunt milked him dry. The feeling of his cum sparked you once again as you had your final high. Being as sensitive as ever, your tail sprinkled your cum over the both of you as if it was rain. Your eyes illuminated rubies and absorbed the semen into your body, accidentally draining some of Jungkook's life out, but he didn't notice it as he thought he was too fucked out.
"Fuck, you're so good for me." Jungkook exhaled, lifting his head from your neck to see your broken state. Without thought, which he never does, he leaned forward to kiss your lips innocently. You assumed it was a sort of gratitude. 
You tried kissing him back, but you didn't want to move. You felt dead like you were going to die. Your energy was nonexistent and probably won't be back until the following year. Yet you wanted to cheer as you finally completed your task. But fuck, Seokjin was going to be mad at what you did.
Oh, well. That was a problem for another time. Right now, all you wanted to do was pass out and fall asleep for seven years.
-
"Congratulations on completing your first task!" Seokjin said elatedly as he threw confetti at your face. You were finally back in your realm, specifically Seokjin's office, after three weeks of being in your dorm. After finishing your task, you left Jungkook, and the human realm before their sun rose. You wanted to get out and finally be in the comfort of your room as you recovered from the night.
You were going to lie because it was honestly incredible, almost too much for your liking. No creature ever got you off like that, and you were bewildered when a human man made you cum in ways you didn't think about before. Though it was a task, you don't believe another job will get your cum like Jungkook did. You pondered on that thought while viewing your mentor frolicking around his space, continuing to throw confetti that you knew he'd tell you to clean up.
"Only 99 more to go!" He announced as he smiled. "Well, actually…you did complete a couple more since this subject had a remarkable history of interests."
You shrugged and brushed it off. You floated on his desk and hovered above as you crisscrossed your legs. "Yeah, hooray for me. Seokjin, I have a question or two, maybe even three."
"Yes, my little mentee? I'm so happy. Even the highers are raving ab—"
"With my other tasks, does it always have to be a different subject?" You questioned, interrupting Seokjin's glee.
Your mentor tilted his head in wonder. He hummed, "Well, it's recommended to have different subjects to gain knowledge of the variety. But most of the time, no, except like three tasks, only because you need another p—"
"Perfect, can I have Jungkook as my task helper?"
"What?!?!?"
-
It has been over a month since Jungkook last saw you. He woke up to an empty cold side of his bed with all the traces of you disappearing overnight. At first, he didn't bother to care. He usually kicked the girls out of his room once it was over or when he'd wake up. Your departure helped him out a lot. But with you…you…well, you were a demon, so of course, you were different.
Though he went on with his life, even continuing his fuck boy streak, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He didn't want to be honest with himself, but he wanted to see around campus. But he knew it wouldn't happen since you were a succubus. It was all for your training, and that was it.
Maybe it was the way you looked, how you acted, or just perhaps you were not human. He couldn't comprehend why he thought like this. Perhaps you injected some potion that caused him to lowkey simp for you. But after the brief encounter, he knew you weren't as bright to do that to him.
Whatever, the point is that you were unforgettable in his brain, and he only wished to see you again but knew it wasn't going to happen. 
He sat at a coffee shop, trying to do some work before his partner for his class showed up. As he was too focused on his screen, he didn't notice someone sitting opposite of him until they cleared their throat. Though a bit irritated by the disruption, he eventually looked up and lost breath.
You were in the flesh—gorgeous and alluring flesh—smiling at his baffled state. He stared with round, wide eyes with his lips slightly parted. No words can describe how he was feeling, but he knew that he liked that you were back. Millions of questions and sentences ran through his head. He wanted to say so much to you, but you beat him to it.
But not with a hello, not how he was feeling, but—
"Sir, do you think you could teach me again?
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A/N: Sequel Here!
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dr4cking · 3 years ago
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can i request a car smut with draco please 😏
Distraction.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut |
a/n : ugh this idea has been running on my mind 😁 thank you for requesting! <3
y/n walked out of her house when she heard the horn from his car, running to the man she was supposed to go on a date.
she quickly get in the car, greeting draco with a kiss on his cheek.
“looking gorgeous as always, love” he compliments, her perfume filling his car intoxicating him as soon as she sits on the passenger seat.
“thank you, you look hot as always” both of them chuckles and he starts the car.
they were driving to their destination for about an hour, they’re going to somewhere special to celebrate their anniversary but now they’re currently stuck in traffic.
“ugh traffic sucks” y/n whines, the music from the radio isnt curing their boredom anymore.
“yeah it sucks we’ve been trapped for like what, 30 minutes i think” he replied with the same annoyance, sipping his coke.
the more they stuck the more they got bored, but after a few minutes the vehicles in front of them slowly disappeared one by one.
y/n cant help but stare at his hands gripping on the steering wheels and his eyes focusing on the road, her cheeks suddenly heated as she feels arousal down there.
she put one of her hand on his tense shoulder, caressing it slowly making him relaxed until she let her hand trailing down to his biceps squeezing it lightly.
draco was still focused on the road thinking she was just being touchy but her next move making him bite his lip.
she gently tracing and stroking his thigh dangerously close to his crotch, letting her fingertips tapping his thigh while moving up to his part.
“y/n.. what are you d-doing?” his face flushed as she palmed him through his jeans and her thumb playing with the zipper.
“what do you mean? i didnt do anything” she replied pretending to be innocent while her hand pressing down on his hardening cock making him sighed.
she continues her naughty move, her hand now squeezing his cock through his jeans, her other hand quickly working on the button and the zipper.
“y/n this isnt safe..” draco said between his moan as she pulling out his cock, squeezing the tip with her fingers making precum oozing out of it.
she bend down now facing his crotch, she licks a straight line from the base to the top. swirling her tongue around it.
“ah! baby, its- its not safe” he gripped the wheels tighter as she spits on his sensitive tip then pressing her tongue on his slit getting more of precum coming out. the tingly feeling making him bucked his hips.
y/n pulled away sitting straight up to normal making his head snapped instantly to her, anger showing on his face.
“what the fuck do you think youre doing?”
“you said its not safe so i stop it, dont wanna crash down you know..” she chuckles as she saw his disbelief look.
“shut your bullshit and get back here, finish what you have started.” her breath got caught in her throat when she heard the dominant tone in his voice, rubbing her thighs together shakily bending down to him again.
she gripped his cock tightly without warning, pulling it in her mouth until it touches the back of her throat.
“fucking hell..” draco’s knuckles turned pale as he gripped the wheels tightly, his body jolted out from her sudden action.
she suck him eagerly, her nose were hitting his lower abdomen repeatedly. he was twitching when she hummed and moaned around his cock.
the slurping sounds and his heavy breaths making his ears turned pink. now his car is nothing but unholy scene.
luckily, his window is dark enough to cover what she was doing to him right now.
“f-fuck i’m gonna cum!” he moaned loudly as he let his orgasm hit him, spurting his cum down her throat which she gladly swallowed.
his eyes closed for a second before opening up again, thanking the universe that no one is going in front of them.
he looks at y/n who was still sucking on her fingers cleaning his cum, his pupils widened and filled with lust.
draco quickly pulling over to the abandoned empty parking spot, parking his car right away and lowering his seat down.
“you’re such a needy slut, cant even wait until we got there and decided to be a distraction instead.”
“i was just really bored, daddy” he grabbed her wrist impatiently pulling y/n onto his lap making the girl yelped.
he pushed her skirt up, ripping her underwear apart and throwing it to the backseat.
his fingers rubbing around her glistening cunt making her dropped her head back in pleasure finally getting some friction.
he inserts his fingers into her, pumping them into her, the sounds it made due to how she was already slicked making his smirk get wider.
“god, there daddy..!” he curls his fingers inside her his long fingers brushing her gspot without making any effort, she screamed when the knot tightened in her stomach.
“yes daddy.. i’m so close!” he pushed his fingers deeper and thats when she let go, coming undone her walls clenching around his fingers making him groaned.
he pulls his fingers out and sucking on them savouring her taste moaning at it making her body burns at the sight.
he smirked before pushing his fingers down her throat letting her tasting herself.
“so fucking delicious, right babygirl?” she nodded, grinding her cunt on his cock petting him, he groaned loudly and slapped her ass.
“fuck me, now” she obliged and lifted her body up, gripping his cock under her lining it up with her.
she keeps their eye contact, biting her bottom lip before sinking down on his cock.
uncontrolled moans and groans filling the car, the air conditioner cant even cooling down the heat anymore.
she started bouncing up and down on him, gripping on his shoulder to balance herself, his hands are guiding her hips. his tongue licking her clothed breast damping it and biting on her nipple making the girl let out a squeak.
draco feels her movements faltered and decided to take the control, his hands moved to her ass squeezing it hard, he thrusts upwards into her, pounding his cock harder and deeper.
the car is moving uncontrollably due to his rough thrusts, if anyone passed by them they would obviously know what was happening.
y/n let her head dropped down to his shoulder biting his exposed neck to hold her screams when he brushed her spot over and over again, forcing her high to coming back to her.
“feels so good, angel?”
she was so lost in her pleasure that she cant even heard him, his pounding was making her head dizzy as the coil tightened ready to snapped through her body.
“god, so fucking lost that you cant even focused on me, huh? all braindead for me” he chuckles, one of his hands gripped her throat pulling her closer to him forcing her to answer him.
“i’m sorry daddy it feels too g- good” he moved his hand down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it lightly making the girl squirmed.
“be a good girl for me and cum” and with one deep short thrust he gave, she let her high washed over her with a loud scream of his name left her lips, a single tear dropped off of her eyes.
it was so good that she instantly collapsed on his body. her legs are shaking uncontrollably.
“holy fuck.. you squirted- oh shit y/n!” draco cums right away at the feeling of her walls clenching and squeezing him so hard and tight, he groaned loudly shooting all of his seed into her filling her up.
he lazily ride out their high. letting their bodies relaxed into each other, catching their breaths.
“that was so fucking good, darling” he cupped her face, capturing her lips on him kissing her sweetly.
“i made a mess..” she chuckles as she broke the kiss looking down and seeing his jeans all soaked up.
“i love it, reminding me of how good i fucked you” he made no move to pulls out of her letting her cockwarming him.
“happy anniversary, my love” draco kissed her one more time, her hand stroking his hair softly.
“happy anniversary, my love” y/n let her head resting on his shoulder.
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kakyoingdom · 3 years ago
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hi!! thanks for asking it! hope you like to read :))
warnings: unprotected sex, orgasm denial, minor degradation.
i lost the damn ask bit it is tobirama senju + 39 🥺
"I suppose you are ready now?"
You rolled your eyes as you heard Tobirama's unhappy and raspy voice. Your clothes looked so pretty — a long and tight black dress, high heels of the same color, the cleavage wasn't even big enough to atract looks on your chest. What didn't mean you weren't going to be the center of male and female attention on that boring dinner with the Hokage and important people of the country. Tobirama knew where it would take both of you: some jealousy argument, a stupid scene and then you sleeping very upset with him.
And, of course, the main fact. How could he understand whatever bullshit those old men say with that gorgeous body by his side, making him rock hard, aroused, planing to go home as soon as possible? (Or just fuck you right there, he wouldn't care.)
You smiled to the mirror, putting a golden necklace that was a gift from Tobirama. With your curves making your dress even more stunning, you felt confident like never to do what you thought days ago — leaving home later than expected, getting some cock before boring dinners.
He called you once more, with emphasis on the "I'll leave you to get there walking".
"And pick another dress", he murmured, raising an eyebrow.
"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?", you whined. "Am I ugly?"
Tobirama sighed, approaching and touching your waist with a hand. "Just do what I said. You are not going out dressed like this."
"I wasn't planning to go out, actually."
You hugged him, your arms petting his tense body as his fingers pressed your waist. When you talked, with his chest against your cheek, he almost laughed in frustration — damn you and your ways of getting what you want.
"I just wore this because i want you to fuck me with it on. Just be less grumpy and help me?", you moved your hips against his bulge, and Tobirama gave up on trying to go to the dinner. Pulling your hair to make you look at him, Senju Tobirama kissed you rough, his tongue on yours and even teeth hitting. You squeezed your eyes tight, moaning between the kiss.
His hand entered your dress cleavage, exposing your chest and rubbing one of your nipples merciless. You moaned, your own fingers looking for his cock, thirsty for touching him. You couldn't help — just having him by your side, warm and comfy could make you cum in minutes. Tobirama was all you wanted.
"Can we do it now?", you murmured, breathing in. His lenght almost between your thighs were making you impatient, even more needy of him and, although you knew you could wait a little bit more, you wanted it immediately.
"Do you think it will fit in your pussy without even a finger to prepare?", he smirked, one hand on your breast, the other on your ass and wet kisses on your sensitive neck. You whined, unsatisfied.
"C'mon, you know I take it so well...", you held his cock, moving your fingers slowly. He sighed again and you moaned again. "Please..."
"Why are you such a slut? Can't you wait a few minutes?", he licked your lips before kissing you. His hands lifted you dress up, reaching your wet cunt in a second. "No underwear? I could have known, were you thinking about getting my cock while the dinner happens?"
Tobirama didn't let you answer. He turned you around, pressing you against the cold mirror, making you shiver. Two of his fingers went to your open mouth and you sucked them, saliva on your lips making it shimmer. "You have a delicious mouth, baby", he praised, satisfied, looking at you by the mirror. You moaned and gasped as his gaze found your eyes and, smirking, his cock entered your cunt, slowly. You nodded, surprised, but soon you were a mess, groaning and saying meaningless sentence. His pace was painfully slow, hitting you spot with his cock and a finger on your clit, rubbing it. He wasn't too loud, but he left groans that made you proud — he was suffering to keep his thrusts soft as a punishment for being so weak, for being on your hands like he never was for anyone.
"You can do it harder, Tobi", you begged almost voiceless, agonizing with the laziness of his pace. You wanted more. Much more. Greedy for his lenght deep inside you, wanting that moment to last forever.
"I know I can". "You don't want to, then?", you smiled at him. "What if I beg you?"
Tobirama's cock went deeper, faster and harder suddenly. You thanked him with a whisper, too weak Your legs trembling, your cunt tightening around him as you felt you orgasm coming.
But it never came. He left your walls, fixed your dress on your body and wore his trousers again. A fast kiss on your lips came while you kept a confused expression, not even knowing what to say or protest.
Did he just...?
"It is a pretty dress. Let's go."
You pointed to his hard bulge, evident under his pants. Tobirama smiled.
"Don't worry about it. I'm using my pretty slut soon."
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harrypotterbrainworms · 4 years ago
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Denial Done (18+)
Summary: very very very spicy polyam fic. (request) 
Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Male Reader
Key: (Y/N)- your name
Word Count: 3387
A/N: i am so sorry. (sorry it took so long too. i feel bad. i wrote most of this VERY drunk. don’t drink kids.)
Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his seat with a disheveled look on his face, both of his boyfriends noticed this of course.
“Sirius… Can you not sit still for 5 fucking minutes while we finish our essays?” Remus sighed laying his face onto the nearly complete parchment, Sirius always ran circles around them while they were working, always.
“Really. We need to finish these before tomorrow, ya know? We have until tonight and if it wasn’t for you and detention we would’ve been done by now” (Y/N) sighed in discontent as well, a look of annoyance and frustration on his face, yet Sirius couldn’t help it. He was always restless, but especially right now.
“Please, Merlin, will you stop doing homework for one second and realise we haven’t had sex in a two weeks. You’re killing me.” He huffed out at his boring, hot, homework obsessed boyfriends. He had probably been hard for days by now, but every time he tried to fix it himself he just couldn’t make himself cum, not like they could.
“You’re killing yourself, Padfoot. If we keep getting full essays for pranks, we’ll never have sex again” He hissed at Sirius, very obviously pissed at how much of a pain in the ass his boyfriend was being. Acting like they had deprived out of pleasure and not out of school necessity, so over dramatic, he thought.
“Can we stop saying sex, I don’t think I can handle hearing that word again” Remus tried to hide the blush forming on his face, he in particular didn’t like to bring up their sex life in any way, especially not in front of the other studying students in the library. Sure it had been 15 days, 17 hours and 30 minutes since they last “made love” and maybe he had been dying for a choice to bring it up again, but not in such a public space.
Sirius pouted and slumped into the chair he was sitting on before crossing his arms dramatically.
“Fine. I’ll be honest. I’ve had the biggest boner of my life for the last 3 days” He huffed looking like a child throwing a fit, looking down at his boner that was politely tucked under belt for the time being.
“PADFOOT. We’re in the library. Keep quiet” Remus whisper shouted at him, giving him a death glare as he checked whether or not anyone had heard him or not.
“I’m sorry if my needs are so much less important than homework” Sirius pouted even harder looking away from them with an angry red face, leaving his boyfriends looking at each other a little awkwardly.
“Homework. That was your fault” Remus mumbled in response first trying to pull his attention away from Sirius’s bulge and back at the stacked parchment.
“Fuck me.” (Y/N) said trying to ignore him as well, but he just kept at it as usual. Trying to push the boundaries of what they would do if he pissed them off enough.
“That’s what I want you to do.” He replied too smuggly only to be met with the cold eyes of (Y/N) grabbing his face, leaving a knot in his stomach and throat. That was the straw he needed.
“You know what, Sirius? Fine.” He pulled his face closer, Sirius being too scared to even breathe anymore.
“What?” He was getting what he wanted, right?
(Y/N) ducked underneath the table with a sigh and started to unzip Sirius’s pants, he immediately knocked his knees up against the table at the sudden contact. Remus went red in the face when he realised what was unfolding, Sirius’s pants….
“Put muffliato on him, quick.” He huffed out to the very shocked Remus. He obeyed and charmed the already moaning Sirius.
“I haven't even touched you yet.” He groaned out, looking at Sirius’s twitching, dripping cock. He wasn’t sure how to feel, frustrated? Horny? Tired of his bullshit?
Sirius tried to say something, probably along the lines of “you’re so hot, just looking at you makes me wanna cum”, but nothing came out.
“This isn’t a good idea… Can’t you wait until we get back to the dorms?” Remus stuttered out nervously as he watched (Y/N) stare intently at the very hard penis in front of him, he may have even felt himself twitch in his own pants… not very convenient. (Y/N) looked at his tented pants and back at him, visibly dismissing his issue by sighing and turning back to the problem at hand.
“No, Remus. This can’t go on, we need to finish our essays and he’s not gonna shut up ‘till then” He waved in his general direction, extending his hand to rub his leg saying ‘later, okay?’. Remus looked a little uncomfortable, but would rather not get on (Y/N) bad side, especially while he was about to suck his boyfriend off.
“I guess.” He nodded and immediately looked at his book, trying to pretend like (Y/N) had just headed to the bathroom and was definitely not under the table.
Sirius just sat there, muffled and impatient. His dick twitching unintentionally at the swallow breath from (Y/N)’s mouth.
“You owe me.” He huffed out giving Sirius’s dick a kiss causing his boyfriend’s leg to shake a little at the anticipation. He slowly moved his face down while staring straight into Sirius’s eyes. The black haired boy bit his lip feeling very impatient, he wanted to push (Y/N)’s head down already, but he’d regret it immediately. Sirius looked like he was begging to speak, so he lifted the charm and let him speak.
“Don’t tease, please.” He pleaded to dead ears as (Y/N) harshly and delicately made sure to brush the head of his dick with every stroke.
“This isn’t a favour, Black. So just shut your face and then you can stop being horny for 5 fucking minutes” He stared through Sirius’s soul with that sending a twitch down his leg.
“Sit still, don’t be a fucking brat.” He groaned, grabbing Sirius’s feet between his thighs. Every time his boyfriend twitched he could just feel his leg rub up against him and for a moment he considered how much he could get away with, what if he just fucked Sirius unconscious under the table these thoughts only fuelling his agonisingly slow stroke.
“Come on, you’ve been depriving me all week.” He pouted in even a hopeful attempt to gain some control back, but was only met with evil horny eyes filled with all the possible things he could think of.
“No, Sirius. We’ve been studying all week and now you’re getting what you want. So you’ll sit still when I tell you, cum when I tell you and shut the fuck up when I tell you, okay?” He kept the same deep stare and deadpanned frustrated face, then grabbed his dick very roughly making Sirius dig his face into the book he was “reading” trying to muffle his moans without the charm.
“A-ah- okay…”
“Great.” He mumbled and pointed to Remus to cast it again. He looked up to the dripping boy in front of him once again, not leaving him a second to get comfortable before grabbing his dick full force. Not letting any moment to breathe with the fast and merciless strokes caused Sirius to involuntarily hit his knees against the table causing a few curious looks towards them.
Sirius felt like he just couldn’t keep up with the pace and rhythm anymore, just convulsing and shaking at every little touch he was given. The minute it looked like Sirius was gonna come, he just stopped dead in his tracks. He only moved on with slower and slower strokes and it never got faster than it was in the beginning which frustrated Sirius to his core. It felt like he would die at this rate, it added a layer of pleasure every time he just couldn’t do anything else, but watch his boyfriend work his magic.
“Wanna cum yet?” He gripped the base of Sirius’s penis pulling any form of pre-cum there was in the shaft making him gasp and keel over his face planted to his desk.
He nodded as well as he could, hoping only Moony and (N/N) could see and hear his muffled screaming at this point.
“Well you can’t.” He said picking up the pace just a little bit in spite trying to bring his boyfriend’s hope up.
He groaned at this response, tears starting to run down his face as he watched Remus shift uncomfortably. He thought he saw Moony rubbing one out over his pants, but was immediately distracted by the fact that (Y/N) had wrapped his mouth around his penis incredibly slowly and looked up at him. He couldn’t anymore, not with his boyfriend now running every part of his mouth up and down his dick. For the first time in the last 30 minutes it finally got faster and he begged and pleaded in muffled words and finally… (Y/N) nodded.
Remus slapped his hand over his mouth as he cum hard in his own pants leaving a small stain on it, the convulsions Sirius was pulled into sending him over the edge. A layer of sweat and tears glistening on his face under the pale candle light, he looked down to (Y/N) who had a long stream of thick cum running down his lips.
“What good boy, huh Moony?” He stared straight through Remus, he sat there shocked and upon seeing where (Y/N)’s eyes were going he removed his own cum covered hand out of his pants.
Remus nodded vigorously at (Y/N) as he watched Sirius convulse a few more times before panting heavily with a spaced out look on his face.
“Clean.” Before the words even left his mouth Sirius started kissing (Y/N) licking any remaining cum on his face with a smile of gratitude. He pointed at Remus’s hand as well leaving Sirius desperately licking up every bit of his cum too, not leaving a drop of anyone’s left.
“Will you disturb us again?” (Y/N) asked as he got up from underneath the table dusting off his knees and taking a cocky stride to his seat again.
Sirius shook his head starting to feel a headache coming on as he could barely tuck his very sensitive dick into his pants. Every little movement of his pants left Sirius feeling like he’d come again.
“Good. Homework?” He turned to Remus who was still looking at his hand in shock, but turned his attention toward with a nod.
“O-Of course” Remus replied and started absentmindedly writing notes and words onto his parchment. Every now and then he looked over to Sirius who still couldn’t hold himself together, everytime he was touched he flinched almost moaning in the process which left Remus harder than he ever imagined he could be.
(Y/N) looked up at Sirius to give a sympathetic look or a kiss on the forehead for being so good during and after the interaction. Leaving his black haired boyfriend very smitten and not at all mad at his still semi-throbbing cock. The days passed on as they always did, thinking about the next time.
Now in the dark room of their dorm, everyone and their mother could hear Remus Lupin pacing up and down the space, mumbling to himself. Nothing in particular just frustrated mumbling.
“Moony, just fucking sleep?!” James groaned with two pillows around his head
“He’s mad that I sucked Sirius’s dick and not his.” (Y/N) sighed pulling himself from the duvet he was hiding in, pulling a wand and book with him.
“You sucked his dick?!” James exclaimed pointing at Sirius who looked like he had folded himself into four different pretzels as he snored through the annoying pitter patter of his boyfriend.
“Yes, James. Keep up”
“I’m not mad or upset. You can suck who’s ever dick you want.” Remus huffed turning to face s corner to stand in alone while he continued his brooding session right in the middle of the common room.
“Remus. Just sleep, okay?” (Y/N) yawned trying his back away from Remus, wrapping himself in blankets in the process.
“Fine. I will. You’ll see.” He said before he could think, stomping off to his bed.
He threw himself onto his bed like an angry child sent to bed without dinner, but, he didn’t realise about an hour into being upset, the shadowy figure enter his four poster bed and closed the curtains.
“I know you’re upset. Do you want me to give you a wank, Remus?” The shadow now being recognised as (Y/N) whispered into his ear.
“N-No. Don’t call it that!” Remus stuttered out, but regretted saying it so loudly.
“Fine, do you want my hand to “make sweet love” to your penis?” (Y/N) dead panned at Remus sarcastically, moving closer to him on the bed until they were a few inches apart.
“Don’t patronise me.” Remus huffed around turning to face away from him, but that only gave (Y/N) access to his neck, leaving kiss after kiss on it.
“You’re doing a pretty good job doing that to yourself.” He stated between kisses.
“No I’m not.”
“Just tell me what you want, Moony.” He sighed and paused his neck exploration, hugging Remus from behind and snuggled his head into his neck.
“I-l- I want-“ He waited for a full sentence as he slowly pushed his hands into Remus’s shirt, making him more nervous.
“Yes?”
“I want you to-“ He felt (Y/N) hands slowly dragging up and down stomach skin, sending shivers down his spine. A small pit forming his stomach as he tried to say the words.
“To do what?” He smiled into Remus’s neck as he continued to kiss him.
“T-Touch me.” He finally said it, but it didn’t seem to be exactly what (Y/N) wanted to hear.
“Come on, Remus. I know you can say full sentences”
“I want you to t-touch m-me” He blurted out in a quick string of words as he felt (Y/N)’s hands falling south of his waist.
“That can be arranged” He said with a smirk, placing his fingers between Remus’s underwear snapping it.
He shiftly whispered a jinx into his ear, Remus feeling his hands pull together behind his back quickly. He looked up at (Y/N) who was usually shorter, but with Remus on his back and his boyfriend on his knees he felt inferior.
“You’re been a brat all day, honey. You didn’t expect me to just give you what you want on a silver platter, did you?” He cocked an eyebrow, pushing his boyfriend’s underwear and pants down, leaving it tangled together at his ankles.
“Of course not.” He huffed, trying his best to get into a semi comfortable position.
“Now, shush. I’m not putting any charms up.”
Remus suppressed a moan slowly escaping his lips as (Y/N) stroked him slowly, keeping a careful pace. He’d been sticking there hard for so long, he didn’t think he could last long.
“Please, god… I just” He huffed out, feeling the knot in his stomach as (Y/N) bent down kissing the light pink scars sticking out from his shirt.
“Speak up, I know you can.” Still kissing and suckling on Remus’s neck,
“I n-need to-“ He moaned as he felt his knees start to buckle from underneath. his toes curling in the process.
“Tell me what you need?” He said impatiently, always so needy and so apprehensive. He stroked faster, trying to pull Remus closer and closer to euphoria.
“I need to cum” He said blankly, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt (Y/N)’s lips on his jaw.
“Aw? Already? Fine.”
“R-Really?” Remus perked up, a grateful smile on his face as he started to push himself closer to the edge.
“Knock yourself out” (Y/N) yawned a bit, looking as unfazed as he could.
“Thank you!” He was about to cum to the quick pace of (Y/N)’s pace, but before he could even bring himself over to the edge he stopped.
“No-“ He came everywhere, but he felt nothing. Only the lingering feeling that he was supposed to cum being left, he had every symptom of having the biggest orgasm in a while yet the pressure in stomach said otherwise. His legs shook and he was barely able to move where (Y/N) had pulled him to, his ass now in the air and his face buried into the mattress.
“What? Thought I’d let you cum properly yet after you’ve been brooding for days.” (Y/N) said pushing his boner against his boyfriend’s ass teasingly adding a few dry humps sending Remus through the motions again.
Remus moaned at the friction being caused, but immediately got a hand over his mouth which he thanked the lord for when he realised once again his friends were fast asleep around him. His core hurt, the unclenching and clenching of his muscles giving him unbearable cramps.
“P-Please, (Y/N)... This is too much” He twitched upwards, panting heavily.
“You haven’t said your safe word, Moony. If I knew better and I do, you’re enjoying this.”
He brought his boyfriend’s body to his own, Remus trying to cling to (Y/N) for his life.
“So fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the other boy’s face from behind, making him stare into eyes as he snaked his hand around Remus’s penis making him flinch with pleasure and pain.
“Yes” He agreed with him instantly as he moved his other hand to wring his nipple.
“Kiss me, love” He ordered and Remus connected their lips, every sudden fast stroke was a moan into (Y/N)’s mouth. He opened his eyes every few seconds to see a sweaty, blushing and moaning Remus making him want to fuck him right then. His thrusts became sloppy as he breathed a little heavy. He left out a sigh and stopped.
“I’m tired, come ‘ere” He propped himself up on the bedpost and patted his leg, Remus crawled to straddle his boyfriend’s leg and started grinding himself against.
“You can- cum properly this time- as long as you do it here” He said in between kissing and suckling on his neck, Remus nodded enthusiastically as he started to ride (Y/N)’s leg quickly.
“Slow down, love. No rush.” He held down his hips, slowing his movement which drove Remus insane while (Y/N) just brought his body toward him whispering in his ear.
Remus was flushed from ear to ear, his breath hinging every few seconds as he drew closer and closer to his release.
“Do you want to- ah- cum too?” Remus whispered as he was basically hugging (Y/N).
“Are you offering?” (Y/N) asked, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“Yes, Merlin. Yes.” He sighed out defeated as he left (Y/N)’s thigh.
Remus pushed (Y/N)’s underwear down over his dick, watching it spring out. He grabbed one of pillows as he positioned himself to suck him off.
“Merlin, you’re too good to me.” (Y/N) breathed out as Remus put his lips around him. He watched Remus, stroking his hair tiredly as he felt himself coming closer and closer to cumming as well.
Remus bopped his head up and down at an alarming rate making (Y/N) buck his upwards into his throat. He pulled on his hair a bit, Remus humming around him.
“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He shivered as he felt Remus’s tongue work on his dick.
(Y/N) pushed Remus’s head into him, releasing down his throat. He watched Remus undo too, a few strings of cum spewing onto the bed.
“Good boy.” He breathed out shakily as Remus pulled his mouth off (Y/N). He smiled tiredly and (Y/N) kissed forehead lightly, ruffling his hair as he helped Remus clean up and tucked in bed. He yawned and stretched his arms out, heading to his own bed.
“You guys are so hot.” He heard Sirius whisper from his bed, he was probably listening the entire time.
“You’re a slut, you know that. Could’ve joined us” He sighed and climbed into bed.
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sparetimeimagines · 4 years ago
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Hi! Can you pls do Sugar daddy Osamu miya Smut😙💕👻Daddy kink and Osamu being a hard dom thanks! 😊❤️👻(just wanted to use the ghost emoji tbh😪)
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Manners | Miya Osamu
Tags; Daddy!Osamu, Dom!Osamu, Sub!Yn, Anal, Cheating, Dd/Lg, Assplay
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You were never the one to pay good attention.
To the details? Yes.
To your surroundings? Of course.
To your Daddy threatening to punish you if he catches you with another guy?
Ab-so-luelty not.
A regular Friday night out; Osamu decides he wants to show off his fine baby girl. But there’s only one condition, your attention belongs to him.
You liked to play games with your dom.
He watched you like a hawk, his eyes following your every move, and you were aware of that.
He’d watch with his brother in a booth as you danced in the body of people. Arms crawled around your waist, men desired you, especially because you paid them no attention.
They thought it was a chase, hard to get.
But in reality, your dom was watching, and you wanted to see how far you can get.
So there you were, grinding your hips on anyone who dares come in your radius. Any brave soul who was ballsy enough to make contact with you could handle the wrath of your Daddy.
You felt him watching you, that much was obvious. His beautiful dark eyes followed you, his cock semi-hard from the jealousy he felt seeing you dry fuck these random strangers you’ve never met before.
He liked to watch. Of course. Bring another girl home and he’s all down for it. Whatever makes his Baby Girl happy. That is, as long as it’s not another man’s cock.
The guy hovered over you, his dark hair with the undercut was enough to make Osamu focus.
He’s behind you, those hands on your hips, letting you break your concentration with your boyfriend. He whispers some joke full of perversion in your ear, letting you flush and laugh at his pathetic excuse of a pick up line.
Osamu watches this, his palm flexing into his fist, and he’s not happy about this.
Not at all.
So the intruder invades Osamu’s person space, and to be frank, it’s pissing him off. He wants to walk down there, bend you over his knee, and turn your ass red for being a brat. Because you’re testing him.
He gives you everything you could ever ask for. Those beautiful diamond earrings from the department store. That overpriced handbag with the checkered pattern and engraved logo across the front. That flashy blue sports car you never drive because you’re always at his side.
He wants his baby girl to be happy.
Then why are you receiving neck kisses from this man you never met before? Why aren’t you pushing him off, telling him you have a boyfriend?
You look your dom in the eye for a brief second, before nodding to the stranger, following him out of the club.
Now, this infuriates Osamu. He knows exactly what you’re doing. You want a reaction from him. You want him to get angry so you can tell him he’s overreacting.
“She’s back on her bullshit again.” Osamu sighs.
“Are you going to let her get away with it this time?” His twin turns into him where the younger man shakes his head.
“What do you think?”
Down your hallway past the foyer, you let this man into your home. Your candy trail leads to the bedroom, the absolute place of no man’s land when it comes to another man’s property, and he’s trespassing.
Your bare breasts hang out, those large hands massaging one and sucking on the other. He hovers in between your legs wrapped around his waist.
Not many words are shared, except for the basic “Fuck, you’re so hot” and “you like that don’t you.”
Until he looks up. He had to look up.
One your bedside, you framed a picture of you and Osamu. A selca, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him.
“You have a boyfriend...”
“Oh yeah, but don’t worry about him.” He watches the frame uncertainly as he continues on to your core. Kisses run up and down your hips until he hikes up your dress, leaving nothing but the ring of fabric around your waist.
“No panties.” His brows rise in surprise and you nod.
“My boyfriend doesn’t like them.”
The dark headed man chuckles running his tongue over your slit, inhaling sharply with a moan, having you dangling from the side of the bed.
He leans forward, taking in your juices when he asks another question.
“What else does your boyfriend not like?” He kisses your clit, reaching for his belt buckle.
“Sharing.”
It isn’t you who answers him, but Osamu, who stands in the doorway.
The guy jumps to his feet, hand still on his belt when Osamu stops him.
“No, continue fucking my pet. Please.” He growls unamused while you smirk. The stranger back up, away from Osamu; however he doesn’t let him leave. “No really. Sit down. You’re not leaving.”
He runs a hand through his grey hair and glares at you.
“Do you like bringing men here into my home like some whore?”
He pulls your naked legs into him as you nod.
“Answer me, you fucking brat.”
“Yup.”
“Excuse me?” He grasps the chunks of your hair pulling you into him. “Would you like to correct yourself?” He blinks in disbelief.
The intimidating glare from your dom was enough to make you sweat. You were pushing his buttons lately, but all you wanted was a little attention.
“Yes I do, Daddy.”
The extra man stands to his feet, inching towards the door.
“Stay.” Osamu says without breaking his hold on you. Your eyes flicker to the man held captive, Osamu notices pulling your hair more.
“No way, man, I’m not getting caught up in your games. I’m out.”
He runs past you two out of your house, the door slamming.
“Look what you did, Baby Girl. Causing all this commotion because you’re a selfish brat.” He clicks his tongue, his handle gently cradling your face as though you were made of porcelain. “You ruined that kid’s life.”
A smirk stretches across your lips and he pulls you up to his level.
“Do you think this is funny? Acting like an ungrateful brat? After all I give you? This is how you repay me? By bringing some loser in my bed to fuck you?”
He grips your cheeks with other hand, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“You’re unbelievable.” He drops you onto the bed. His strong hands unbutton his shirt throwing it off to the side. “So tell me. What should your punishment be?”
The smirk resides across your lips; fear building with time along your core. The fear makes you sweat, beads dripping down your back because you know you’re in trouble. You know he’s going to tear you a new one.
But what you also know, is he sees how your pussy is glistening with your slick.
“Spread them.” He slaps the inside of your leg as you’re hesitant. “Now don’t be shy... you had that nobody touching your naked body and you hardly knew him for fifteen minutes.”
He slaps your leg once more, the red burn stinging with his pleasure. “Keep them spread.” Your pussy exposed for his liking, he pulls his phone out, daring you to move them.
“Samu...” you whine feeling the cold air touch your clit.
He types away on the screen, no response beckoning his lips.
“Osamu.” You call for his attention once more, though he continues to type.
“Daddy.”
“What you ungrateful brat?” He tucks his phone away. “Tsumu’s telling me to take it easy on you, Baby Girl. However right now, you’re making it very hard with the way you’re behaving.”
He leans down closer in between your legs blowing cool air across your cunt.
“Don’t touch it.” He warns observing your drying folds. “Tell me, who owns this pussy?” He eyes you from down below, daring you to get the answer wrong.
Those dark orbs watch you with his patience running thin.
“Answer me.” Osamu says with a quick smack across your clit. The yelp from your lips satisfies him into waiting an extra second.
“Y-yours?” You whimper with that smile never fading.
He attacks your cunt once more with a quick snap of his wrist.
“What was that?”
“Daddy’s. It belongs to Daddy.”
“That’s right. It sure does.” He rubs your clit in circles making you relax your hips. “Hey. Open them.” He smacks your thigh. “So if it belong to me, can you tell me why there was someone else in between it?”
You shake you head no and he smacks it without hesitation.
“You liar!” Two powerful smacks has you sobbing from the burn. “Tell the truth.” With each second he has you trembling against his skin.
“Because I’m a bad girl.” Tears threaten to continue leaving streaks.
“That’s right. You’re a bad girl. Do you know what happens when bad girls don’t behave?” He grabs your neck pulling you into him. “Can you tell me what happens, Baby Girl?”
“They-they get punished?” You stutter against his finger tracing your lips.
“They get punished.”
With that, he flips you on the bed, his hands roughly pulling you into him.
One, two, three smacks on opposite sides as he picks the favorite on the left.
“Why do you misbehave? I’m so good to you.” Osamu rubs your reddened cheek with a smack. He runs a hand over your soft exposed cunt. “And you’re dripping.”
He smacks your cunt enough to make you cry out.
“Don’t enjoy yourself too much, Baby Girl. We’re just getting started.”
His fingers trace along your lips red from attention, shoving a finger into your sensitive hole earning a moan.
“Oh does my baby like this? Should I make her cum?” He’s taunting you, and you’re well aware.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh now you have manners!” His manic laugh echos throughout the room whilst he removes his finger, replacing your hole with the tight fleshy ring inches upward.
“No, Daddy, not there.” You beg looking back at him.
“And now you’re telling me what to do!” He smacks your already bruising ass, spitting on your hole. “I believe you don’t have a say In what I do. Especially when you’re misbehaving like a brat.”
He shoves his finger into your tight hole causing an outburst from your lips.
“Ow, fuck Daddy.”
“Yeah that tight hole needs to be punished!” He begins to pump into you, making you lose all your will.
Your knees weaken and you’re at a standstill without a thought of your own. This is what you wanted. You wanted all his attention. You wanted to be used by Osamu in unspeakable ways.
Your head falls to the bed as he pulls his finger out.
“Fuck! That tight little hole...” He moans reaching into a drawer. “Why so stiff, Doll Baby?” He smirks while his fingers grasp a metallic jewel, lubing it nicely and reaching down to generously coat your hole. “You see, I don’t think I want that filthy pussy of yours anymore. Who knows who’s been in there?”
Osamu inserts the thick plug into your ass, letting it slide in with a hiss from your lips. Sharp breaths circulate from your mouth and you try to adapt to the new found pressure.
“However that hole... that precious, tight asshole... that’s mine.” He flicks the plug making you jump with a yelp. “Shh shh shh, Baby. We’re just getting started.”
He unbuckles his belt, dress pants becoming loose as he pulls you to your feet.
“You know the rules.” He shoves you to the ground. Your wrists find each other and you offer them to Osamu. “Good girl.”
Taking the belt, he bounds your wrists together, having you kneel together for your submission.
“I’ll show mercy, only because I’m a nice Daddy.” He unzips his pants, dropping his cock onto your hands. “Although, it does seem like you need remission, considering you’ve gone stupid on me and forgot your manners.”
You take his cock in your mouth without your hands, allowing those lips of yours to meet him at the brim of his length. He watches you intensely whilst you keep his eye contact. Tongue circling his length, you listen to his voice thinking out loud.
“Or perhaps, I should get a new Baby.” He remains emotionless watching your eyes grow wide.
“Nnnnmh.” You disagree shaking your head. You take his cock whole, he hitting the back of your throat.
“Oh? Why not? You don’t appreciate me anymore. You bring another man into my bed.”
“Mmmmbegud.” Your muffled promises are hardly audible.
“Hmm? What’s that? You’ll have to speak up.”
As you pull off him to speak, he grips the back of your head shoving his cock deep hitting the back of your throat. His thick cock fills your mouth with his ease, you gagging on him enough to earn a smirk on his lips. “You sound better with my dick in your mouth.”
He pulls out and claps your face twice.
“What’d you say, Baby Girl?”
“I’ll be good, Daddy?”
“Yeah? Be good?”
“Mmhmm. I’ll behave.”
“Prove it. Turn around.”
You climb back on the bed, presenting yourself for him to pull your plug.
“Good girl.”
With your hesitation, he pulls the pink jewel from your stretched hole, replacing it with his cock.
His head much thicker than the plug, he stretches you into full submission.
“Fuck, Baby. That’s my fucking hole. You’re my fucking hole.” He lets out moans, allowing his cock to slide in and out of you still being stretched.
“Nngh .” You cry out from the overstimulation. “Daddy, you’re hurting me.”
“You hurt me, Baby Girl. How do you think that made me feel?” He smacks your ass, thrusting deeper inside your body. Your breath is caught in your throat feeling him take control of you. He pulls your hair forcing your body into an arch, watching him from behind.
Osamu bites his lower lip, thrusting faster to bottom himself into you.
“So full.” You cry as he pulls himself out. Your breath is instantly replenished as he caresses your cheek.
“Aww your hole is so stretched Baby Girl.” He spits in your asshole. “I don’t think anyone will want you now.” He returns his cock to you, bottoming quickly, forcing you off your fours and lying flat in the bed.
Osamu increases his speed pushing your shoulders into the mattress.
“I’m considering giving you another chance, Baby Girl.” He pants, his hand pushing your head down. “You seem to prove you can listen.” You feel his cock begin to twitch inside you. “How- however.” His hot seed begins to fill your hole, he collapsing on top of you, his lips close to yours. “If you ever pull shit like that again, I will leave your sorry ass on the side of the road, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now what do you say?” He kisses your lips pulling out of you.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” You gasp at the release of pressure.
“And?”
“Thank you for fucking my hole, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now stay here, I’ll be right back with a towel.” He kisses your forehead brushing the hair from your face while untying your hands.
He almost makes it to the door when he turns around.
“Hey.”
You turn your head to him and he leans against the door frame with a soft smile.
“I love you. You were perfect.”
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black-coffee-and-sugar · 3 years ago
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Fair warning: it's a long post. Let's examine some of the reasons that Kara has cited why she didn't tell Lena the super secret:
1. She wanted to protect her
Now, this one has some legs on it as Kara specifically mentions it in S3 during a conversation with James and Mon-El. And there's definitely some truth to it. But it's also bullshit. Lena was in constant danger and put herself at risk to save/protect Kara who didn't actually need it. In fact, the first time Lena's mentioned (not shown just mentioned) it's in regards to the venture explosion - something that happened because Lex was trying to kill her. People have been trying to kill, kidnap, manipulate, threaten Lena since minute one. Knowing Kara = SG would not have severely worsened any of that. In fact, it might've helped ease Lena's anxieties and resulted in her taking less risks with her life. In fact, I'm surprised Lena didn't think that Kara's association with her was putting Kara at risk (a far more likely thing).
The 100th episode addresses this to some degree in one of the AUs. Lena tells Kara that she wouldn't have had to risk her life dealing with Sam/Reign alone if she'd known the truth and she's absolutely right. And sure, Lena could've told SG and the DEO when she pieced Reign = Sam together but ask yourself, why would she? What assurance did she have that the DEO would not have treated her BEST FRIEND like a hostile instead of someone in need of help? The DEO is guilty of this and they have a history of locking up aliens indefinitely and on occassion straight up murder. After Reign nearly killed their biggest asset (i.e. SG) why in the hell would Lena trust them with helping Sam? She wouldn't nor should she have. She didn't know that she could go to SG because remember, Lena doesn't think of her the same way she does of Kara. SG is not her best friend. She doesn't have a personal, humanized relationship with her (at least not that she knows of). And obviously she's not going to tell Kara the human reporter with the DEO agent sister about it either. And the kryptonite? SG lost her shit over it even though she's been working with the DEO who stockpiled the stuff until SM left with it (a dumbass move that would've bit them so hard in the ass with the WK situation if it weren't for Lena's kryptonite!). Plus, Kara didn't have an issue with Oliver having a kryptonite arrow, J'onn having a sword. But Lena? How dare she!
So yea no. I get that "I kept my secret to protect you" is a popular thing in the hero world but in the case of Kara and Lena, it doesn't make sense and it did make situations unnecessarily harder.
2. She didn't trust Lena
This is mentioned by Kara to William in a deleted scene from S5 but I think it's worth exploring. I'm not sure to what extent Kara means with this but it could be referring to the moments as SG where she did display a distrust of Lena's intentions and she used Lena's personal relationships against her (i.e. asking James to break into Lena's lab). I mentioned the S3 shitshow with the kryptonite which is where a lot of this started but there's also other scenes in that same season where SG pretty much calls into question the so-called trust she has in Lena despite claiming otherwise. The switch was so abrupt the minute she learned Lena not only had but knew how to make kryptonite. Did anyone ever consider why Lena would bother learning how to make kryptonite? I'd hazard a guess that it was something she was looking into even before Sam/Reign. I think she happened to find Lex's stock and she decided to learn how it works and why it affects the Supers like it does. That would explain how Lena seems to be the ONLY ONE able to make an anti-kryptonite suit and other viable forms of the rock (i.e. Harun el). But no, SG and others immediately jump to the worst conclusions and associate the endeavour with Lena's last name, something SG KNOWS Lena is sensitive about it. And then the harun el. SG was suddenly fine with Lena making it when it was to split Sam from Reign and save Argo from extinction. But when it was used for something else that Lena didn't clue her in on (and what do you know, Alex, Brainy and James didn't either and they KNEW what Lena was doing with it) she got back on her high horse and the distrust became front and centre. You can't trust Lena as Kara and then immediately distrust her as SG and expect her to be accepting of this dichotomy. I'm surprised the woman managed to retain her sanity.
And still, this reasoning doesn't quite hit the mark in comparison to every other insistence of Kara believing in Lena (from day one she even told Clark that she believed Lena after meeting her for the first time). But the contrasting opinions and actions must have given Lena pause. I don't blame her to call into question which version of the truth was real and choosing to believe the worst. It's what SG and the SFs have been doing to her.
3. She was wary of Lena
This isn't an explicitly given reason but I do think it's how the secret keeping started in S2. Frankly, I don't even blame Kara for not showing her full deck in the beginning because she (and even us as an audience) didn't know much about Lena beyond wanting to do good and not be like her family. So no, Kara not telling Lena in the beginning actually makes sense to me (though she told Nia in a split second but that's neither here nor there). For me, I started to seriously take Lena at her word after the Medusa episode. That would've been the perfect opportunity for her to show the true "xenophobic" colours some parts of the fandom accuse her of having and she didn't do it. I don't think she even got so much as a thank you for it. People praise SM for getting Lex arrested but ultimately it was Lena's testimony that got him thrown behind bars. Same thing with Lillian! And yes, the daxamite invasion was facilitated by Lena unwittingly working with Rhea but she fixed it with the lead dispersal bomb, a device she allowed SG the privilege of using or not. So Kara and the SFs being cautious about Lena really should've evaporated halfway through S2 (and it did for Kara at least). In fact, the daxamite invasion may not have happened if Lena knew exactly who Rhea was and her relation to Mon-El because they would've warned Lena about it. Lena did want Kara's advice on Rhea and she would've waited for it if she knew what was going on (i.e. Alex being held hostage) and hell, might've been able to fix it in typical Lena ex machina fashion.
4. She didn't want to lose her
This is probably as close to the truth as we've gotten and it's actually part of her confession in 5x01 (something her outburst in 5x19 tries to undo). But the thing is, Kara KNEW this was a possibility and yet, continued walking towards the deadly cliff with her eyes wide open. The probability of losing Lena got higher and higher as time went on and it was always inevitable. There was always this spotlight placed on Kara telling Lena or Lena finding out on her own but there was always a HUGE chance that Lillian would've told her. Or Lex, which is exactly what happened. And Kara knew that they knew and yet she did nothing about it. The minute kara found out Lillian knew she should've taken action, what guarantee did she have that Lillian wouldn't have gotten bored of waiting for Lena to piece it together? How can they just leave Lillian with dangerous knowledge like that is beyond me. When Alex in particular has made such a big deal about people knowing, didn't want Kara telling Lena, only allowed Kara to tell Lucy to save J'onn and yet, letting Lillian amble about with this info is okay??? Nothing was stopping her from telling Lena or it slipping during one their chess games and definitely nothing stopping Lex from dropping that bomb.
The 100th episode AUs showed us that each time it was Kara telling the truth, no matter how hurt and upset Lena rightfully was, she was ultimately fine with it. And Kara ends up losing her to death, not because Lena walked away. How this wasn't the takeaway message for Kara after that adventure, idk. It was Kara's hesitatancy in telling Lena that allowed Lex to weaponize this secret and twist it into something it never was. And yes, Kara doesn't owe a damn soul her secret and has rarely ever been given the chance to tell anyone on her own terms (James - told by SM, Alex, J'onn, Brainy, Mon-El, the Legion - always knew, Lex & Lillian, Lord & Cat - found out somehow). She only ever got to tell Winn, Lucy and Nia and I'm sorry but none of those people have ever proven themselves trustworthy at the time of the reveal the way Lena has.
So while Kara is every right to keep her secrets, she was wrong to insert herself in Lena's life if she never had any intention of telling her and let's be honest, it really didn't seem like Kara had any timeline on that front.
5. She was selfish
Similar to the above and also mentioned during the confession but this is even deeper. Lena was something of an outlet for Kara, a way to feel completely normal, something she hasn't been able to experience with anyone, even Mon-El. Can you imagine being a cub reporter who knows powerful CEO Lena Luthor and having said CEO choose to spend time with you? Choose to let you interview her when she's wary of the press (remember her interactions with Clark in 2x01 and her family history)? Choose to treat your problems as important and valid and human? I don't blame Kara at all for being selfish with Lena, for wanting to keep Lena all to herself like that. But to not share the other aspects of herself was seriously wrong too and resulted in this imbalance in their relationship. To Lena, it looks like she was giving all of herself when Kara was not. It looks like she put all her trust and vulnerabilities out there when Kara didn't. It looks like Kara was using her (which let's be real, she kinda did a few times in S2 with the fight club and bs article to get info on Lillian and then ofc the CatCo-Edge problem she visited Lena for after ignoring her and proceeding to continue the rejection after Lena said she'd look into it).
You think post-reveal Lena didn't think back to all those moments and have those kinda thoughts? Even called into question what might've been the real reason James dated her and Kara was so insistent on befriending her? Were there perhaps times were she figured it out and can't remember and what's why she chose not to see it? Why do we think she still showed up game night in 4x22 instead of confronting Kara? Because these thoughts amongst others must've been swarming her mind and the only way to keep the upper hand is to continue playing dumb. So yes, Kara made the conscious decision to be selfish with Lena because of the unexpected connection they forged and I get it totally. But Lena has never been selfish and she's always made hard efforts to be a damn good friend (and she was idc what others might think on that) and open herself up to Kara despite how difficult and frankly foreign that is for her.
So are Kara's reasons valid? To a point, I would say yes but their validity waned over the seasons to the point where the secret keeping didn't even make sense anymore.
So was Lena's anger valid? Yes! 100% it was and honestly, I'm surprised she managed to keep it together for so long. I couldn't. But her anger doesn't justify her actions (mind control, manipulating Kara, threatening Russell, holding J'onn's bro captive, putting Hope inside Eve) and how she went out of her way to hurt Kara back. However, I get why she did it though it's worth pointing out that this is the only instances of a betrayal in her life where Lena has gone this far. Bitch straight up spiralled where previously she would cut ties and move the fuck on with life. But with Kara, that doesn't even seem to manifest itself to Lena as an option. Will the show ever address the obvious WHY for this and for Kara being so so terrified of losing Lena (like honestly I have never seen Kara look more distressed).
Maybe, maybe not but regardless I'm not buying this platonic friends nonsense because no one is that devastated over a friendship. Many of us (myself included) have experienced falling outs with very close friends and breakups. Which one do you think the Kara/Lena rift in S5 felt like? It was full on heartbreak, loving someone in complete torment and not being able to stop despite wanting to because even though it's painful, the alternative is infinitely worse.
MB and KM's acting choices aside, these idiot showrunners have brought us to this point with their own narrative and the only logical next step is to make them canon.
Lol okay I'm done.
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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years ago
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Kinktober Day 4
Jeff the Killer: Hate Fucking & Against a Wall
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It’s been a shitty week
You failed not only one but two missions, managed to make a nice big crack down the front of your phone, and to top it off, you haven’t slept with anyone in way too long and you‘re horribly sexually frustrated
The good thing is that the week‘s finally over, and you have the weekend to recuperate—and until then, a training session could help blow off some steam
So as you make your way down the twisting corridors of the mansion’s basement, your thoughts begin to wander
You end up so caught up in your own head that you don’t notice someone’s footsteps catching up to you
You don’t pay it much mind until a knife is suddenly lodged into the wall next to you, just inches from your face
And you swear to god, your blood boils knowing who’s responsible on the other end
“Just what the fuck is your problem?” you spit, eyes narrowing at the raven haired killer now blocking your path
“Don’t fuckin’ play stupid. You think it’s funny to be a snitch? Hm?”
He doesn’t leave you much time to react as he slams his hands either side of you, forcing you between a rock and a hard place
“Slender’s not letting me kill for the next two fucking weeks because you can’t keep your little fucking mouth shut” he continues, jagged lips curling into a snarl
You ball your fists at your sides, already feeling the anger burning in your system
“Listen, fuckface,” you hiss “Stop trying to pin your problems down on me. I didn’t tell shit—and you’re nowhere near worth that kind of effort anyways. Maybe try getting a fucking grip for once in your goddamn life”
You shove him off as hard as you can, knowing he wouldn't move otherwise
The effort is enough to have him stumbling back before he catches himself, and if looks could kill, his obsidian glare would’ve been more than enough to do you in just about now
But before he can open his mouth again, you spin on your heels and walk away as fast as you can, hoping he’ll get the hint that now really isn’t the time 
Yet, of course, he doesn’t let you escape
His hand yanks at your shoulder as he turns you back to face him, all but slamming you into the wall again so he‘s caging you in
“Don’t you fucking try to run from me,” he sneers “And cut the fucking bullshit for once—we both know damn well you’re more into me than you let on”
Your face burns with anger—or maybe it’s a mix of shame and humiliation
“As if. Your head’s too far up your own ass to realize no one could ever like a crispy, edgy rat’s ass crouton dick of a—“
He doesn’t let you finish before gripping your jaw, squishing your cheeks and forcing your lips up to meet his
His mouth is rough and scarred and tastes of blood with the faintest trace of alcohol
Your brows furrow, face scrunching up, though it admittedly takes you a moment before you shove him off of you
Part of you twinges in regret for not biting him instead
He catches his balance for the second time today and licks his lips, and there’s a wonderfully dark and dangerous look in his eyes that has your stomach doing flips
“God, I fucking hate you” you mutter
And then you’re grabbing his hoodie and pulling him back down again
His teeth clash against yours as he forces your lips to part, cramming his tongue down your throat and making you gasp around it
He shoves you harder against the wall, trapping you beneath his warm, strong build to ravage your mouth as roughly as he likes—leaving you breathless and your thoughts swimming, wholly and utterly consumed by him
A pathetic sound is muffled by him at the back of your throat, and then you’re moving your hands down to his pants, wanting to free him so that he can just fuck you up already
You hate yourself for sinking so low, but you might actually implode if you don’t get dicked down soon
“See? Fucking knew you were desperate for my cock”
It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to punch him in his stupid face
“Will you just shut up for once in your goddamn life and—“
He cuts you off by clamping his teeth down on your neck—hard—and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying out for him
“You’re way too fucking cocky for your own good” he threatens 
His hands practically rip at your pants, shoving them down to your ankles before doing the same to your panties
Except that your underwear actually do tear in half, and before you can complain, he’s shoving the fabric into his back pocket, picking you up by your thighs, and slamming you back against the wall so that all that’s supporting you are your legs hooked around his waist
“You fucking prick!” you seethe
“Keep whining and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to speak when I’m done with you”
A hard smack to your ass has you biting back a cuss, and you’ve never wanted to wipe someone’s stupid self-satisfied smirk off more than you do now
“Bratty slut”
He grounds himself between your legs, rocking into you so you can feel his cock twitch and strain through the coarse material of his jeans
The denim presses harshly into your folds, and it has you rubbing yourself harder into him, clenching your jaw so he can’t hear you whining for more
Any other time, you’d be downright embarrassed at the way you’re soaking the front of his pants
But you really couldn’t give less of a shit about his clothes right now, especially after he ruined your underwear 
“Jeff, will you fucking just—“
You cut yourself off with a gasp as he slams his hips against you, right into your poor, throbbing little clit
Jolts of arousal spike up your body, making your thighs tighten around him and he grunts at the feeling
“What’s that, little slut?”
You want him
You want him to ruin you before he has you cuming just by grinding against him and it gives him something to make fun of you for
But you’ll be damned if you end up begging for it
“I’m gonna change my fucking mind about this if you don’t fuck me properly right fucking now” you hiss
He scoffs, though you feel him shift to tug himself free
“As if. Stop acting so fucking high and mighty like you don’t want this”
He presses the tip flush to your entrance and you’re already clenching for him
“I’ll fucking enjoy putting you in your place, (y/n)”
One slow, unwavering push of his hips and he’s spreading your walls, his thick length brushing over your most sensitive nerves, sending delightful shivers up your body and coaxing sickly sweet moans from your lips
“You fucking like that, don’t you? You want someone to take you down a peg and treat you like the slut you are, huh?”
“God—j-just shut the fuck up!”
He gives a few short thrusts but alas, patience not being his virtue, it isn’t long before he’s ramming himself into you over and over again
His thrusts are rhythmic and hard and unbearably deep, and they have your cunt making the most obscene noises because of how absolutely drenched you are for him
He’s like a wall of muscle—hard and strong and wonderfully firm as he drags his cock from your cunt before pounding all the way back into you
It takes every ounce of restraint you have not to mewl shamelessly for him like you know he wants you to
Instead, you rake your fingers down his hoodie, and it has him growling into your ear as he works himself in and out your tight, slick heat
Your muffled cries only spur him on to screw you faster and harder until your head’s falling back against the wall and you’re practically seeing stars
Your walls clench tightly—a loud, unrestrained moan slipping from your lips despite your best efforts to quiet it
He grunts, caught up in the euphoria, and roughly thrusts himself into you a few more times until you’re just teetering on the brink of your climax
You whine his name, your breath hitching, adrenaline pumping through your system as a thick knot coils in your gut
“You close, (y/n)? Hm? Little slut gonna cum all over my dick already?”
“F-fuck—yes!~” you gasp
He hits a spot inside of you that has you tensing around him, and all at once, your climax crashes into you in relentless waves of euphoria
Your legs tighten, thighs shuddering around him but he still doesn’t stop, pumping into you until his thrusts dissolve into something sloppy and borderline animalistic
And then he twitches against your clenching walls and cusses, pressing himself as deep as he can so you can feel him releasing his cum��deep inside you
His breath is warm and ragged against your neck as he stills inside you, only barely grinding into you while catching his breath
Your body feels like it’s on fire
When he eventually pulls out, you can’t help but flinch, feeling all kinds of pleasantly numb and overstimulated 
But for the sake of your own pride, you order your legs not to give out as he sets you back down
“Meet me in the showers when you’re done training” he grunts as he zips himself back up
You snort
“You? Shower? Don’t make me laugh”
The afterglow of your orgasm has a grin tugging at your lips as he flips you off when he walks away
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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago
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Some Nights
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Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Minors DNI, Explicit language, SMUT, explicit hetero sex, same sex explicit sex (f x f), oral sex (f giving/receiving), alcohol induced sex, feeble alcohol hitting, sex under false pretenses, drinking, cheating, lying. All the relationship revenge type angst.
A/N: This is supposed to be a sweet little “breakup to make up” smut prompt ask.  My mind took this waaayyyy left and... well here it is. This is a mess of broken hearts, rebounding, and revenge sex. Please do not read if this is triggering. This is not smut lite.
Also, I know the timeline is wonky, but in this AU In the Heights does not interfere with Lin and Chris touring with FLS.
I MUST thank @einfachniemand for the invaluable advice on the Billie love scene. Could not have done it without her. 🥰
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8 months later, March 2012
You were with Lin on the rooftop, one of your favorite low key, low cost activities, and the late March air was cool.  The moon was full, and the music from your iPod was right.  Lin-Manuel was keeping you warm in his arms and a blanket that he’d brought.
It was so romantic.  All was right with the world. You thought.
“I’m going to miss you when you are on tour, but the month will fly by and before you know it, we’ll be back up here.” 
You smiled up at him as he held you, trying to keep a brave face because  Lin was leaving in the middle of the week for Barcelona.
“Yeah… about that…” He sat up, moved away from you and cleared his throat.  Then, he looked at you. 
“I think we need to take a break.”
You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly when he said it.  The smile on your face was frozen in place.
“What?”
“Well, I was talking to Chris...and… Well, I’m not sure that I want to shut myself off from the possibilities in Spain…”
You took a second to process, then you got it. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.  
“Chris told you to dump me so you can go be a hoe in Spain?”
Lin shook his head and frowned.  
“No, no… it wasn’t like that. Chris loves you.  He just asked me some very tough questions about us being apart for a month, and I- I don’t want to hurt you…”
You got up, and grabbed your bottle of wine.
“Might as well do it now, instead of later, hunh?” 
“I think it’s for the best. I’m sorry….”
You were numb. 
“I can’t believe I stuck by you through all the starving artist bullshit, rooftop dates instead of going out, streaming movies instead of seeing shows....”  
You stopped, because you were getting heated, and when you got heated you cried, and you refused to cry in front of Lin.
“To expect you to stick by me for four weeks while you’re in Spain is too much to ask. I guess..” 
You straightened your spine and held your head up.  
“I guess I know that this wasn’t what I thought it was.”
“Have a nice life Lin. When you leave, do not knock on my door. Just go straight to hell.”
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Fuck Lin Manuel Miranda
His damn hair, fucking long eyelashes, the little dimples he gets when he gets that little smirk on his fucking stupid beautiful face.
The view from beneath him. Those goddamn lips.
Mutherfukin Lin Manuel Miranda.
You’d let him charm his way into your heart and into your pants. And damn, what he had in his pants gave you so much joy. 
The fact that you were crying was not for Lin.  You were crying for being too trusting and too liberal with your heart.  
You weren’t going to let anyone have a chance to break it again. 
Yes, that was the reason. 
You didn’t miss Lin at all.
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Mayra gave you the long weekend to be pitiful, and then you had to get back on your grind, and moving on with your life without Lin.
Your best friend since middle school felt guilty because she’d introduced you to him, a friend of a friend, one night at a bowling alley.  
You and Lin had hit it off immediately. Very immediately, in fact, and were inseparable for a solid 8 months.
But despite feeling bad about it, Mayra wasn’t about to let you mope around and waste your life missing him. And she was right.
Lin left for Barcelona on a Wednesday, and by Saturday night, you were out with Mayra, mingling and meeting new people. 
Mayra’s scene wasn’t your scene, but everybody was nice, fun, and attractive.  You weren’t really with it, but you’d be damned if you were going to wither away in your room.
You had just finished dancing with Mayra and her friends and you needed to sit this one out. 
The 6-inch heels you were wearing and the blazer over lingerie top look was not a good combination for vigorous dancing.  
You were hot and your feet were killing you.
You nursed your drink and watched your bestie having fun, when someone approached you.
Gorgeous lips, caramel skin and stunning brown eyes sized you up. 
Why is it always the eyes? You felt something that you weren’t too sure about.
“I like the way you make that pink push up bra look intellectual.”
Curious and amused, you looked into the brown eyes and laughed.
“I’m Billie.”
She extended her hand and you shook it. You knew what kind of bar this was, but you weren’t expecting this. 
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“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Oh.  I’m, I’m not…”
Billie flashed a gorgeous smile at you.
“Relax. You’re cute, but I can tell, you ain’t ready for this yet.  I just had to come say hi, though.  Drinks....As friends?”
You accepted and spent the night dying laughing at your new friend’s witticisms.
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The next week, you were chilling with Billie at the crib, along with a bunch of other folks that Mayra had invited over.  
You were on the roof, telling her all about Lin, and you started to cry again.
“...And then he just, breaks up with me because he wants to go to Spain and fuck Spanish FLS groupies…..”
It was about the 10th time that you’d cried about it. You were tired of hearing yourself.  Billie just rubbed your back and listened. 
“I would never put up with that from a man. And you shouldn’t either.”
 When you started sobbing, she apologized. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s…... okay….”  you gasped, trying to calm down.
She hugged you, rubbing your back and pressing you close.  
You felt some kind of way and pulled back.
“Bill… I don’t want to lead you on.”
Billie just smiled that gorgeous smile. 
“It’s cool. No stress. I’m just here to listen. Let’s go back downstairs.”
You nodded and rejoined the party, feeling more comfortable with Billie than before, partly because she was giving you some space.  
You couldn’t help but sneak glances as she mingled with everyone at the party and when your eyes met. Whew.
Who knew?
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The next week, you were in your apartment with Billie again, this time, alone.
You’d invited her over, because she was quickly becoming the person you most liked to talk to and you hadn’t really talked in person since the previous weekend.
You gave her a glass of wine and settled down onto the couch, comfortable in your tank top and sweatpants.  Not seductive at all.
Billie looked cute as always in button down blue silk shirt and jeans with her hair up. 
“I want to apologize for last week. I just vomited my emotions all over you and you were nothing but amazing about it.”
Billie laughed. She was so damn beautiful.
“I told you no worries!”
“Can I ask you a question? Why are you doing all this for me?”
Billie took a drink and set her glass down on the coffee table. She leaned back on the couch.
“Do you mean do I have any ulterior motives?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, no question that I think you are attractive, and that I would love…”  
She shook her head and straightened up.
“But, I’ve fallen for enough straight-but not so straight women to know that I should let you make the first move.”
She bit her lip and you put your wine down because it was making you warm.
You reached for and grabbed her hand. You shifted it to entwine your fingers with hers.
You kissed her palm and drew her closer to you, her hovering over you on the couch. She didn't move, forcing you to bring your neck up to kiss her lips tentatively and softly. 
You wrapped your arms around her waist and brought her body down to rest next to yours on the couch and looked into her eyes. You ran your hand down the side of her body, feeling all of her curves. And you moved to kiss her again. 
This time her soft lips opened to accept your tongue and you played hide and seek, exploring.
You pulled back to look at her again, giggling now, a smile plastered on her face. 
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for two weeks,” Billie whispered in your ear before kissing your neck. 
Her fingers rubbed teasingly at the skin where your tank top had ridden up, and rotated around to your ass, fingers slipping into the back of your sweats. 
You moaned softly as she tugged your earlobe between her teeth and then kissed along your jawline.
You wanted to feel her, so you brougt your hand up her side to feel her breast over her shirt, and found it warm and soft to the touch, except for the hardening nipples that you gently played with.
Looking into her eyes, you saw the desire there and leaned over to kiss her again. She kissed you back harder, pushing her hands deeper into your sweats and cupped your ass with both hands, kneading your flesh tenderly.
You wanted her to touch you at your core, but her teasing fingers never seemed to get there. 
Next, she moved one hand from your butt to pull up your tank top, exposing your nipple to the cool air of the room.
She took your breast in her hand and squeezed it, thumb running lightly over your nipple. You moan and leaned back while putting your hands in her hair.
Billie moaned and ran her thumb over your nipple and teased them until they were achingly hard and sensitive. 
When she leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, making her way slowly, oh so slowly to your nipple, it caused your pussy to ache and throb while soaking your panties.
You groaned in frustration as she continued to tease you for a while before her mouth reached your nipple, moaning around it and sucking gently at first before picking up intensity. 
Her hand moved to the front of your pants, tracing your wet lips through your panties but applying no pressure. 
You were a moaning, quivering mess as you rocked against her fingers, trying to get what you needed.
Billie separated from you to take off her shirt, smiling at you as you shed your clothes. 
She looked over your body and brought her eyes up to yours, smiled into them, and took your face in her hands.
Next, those hands roamed down your body, circling slowly, grasping gently here and there, teasing you to a soaking wet mess on the couch cushions.
“Please!” you whispered, squirming in agony.
Billie chuckled and held your gaze as her hand finally rested in your core, lightly pinching your clit between her fingers. She just played with it as you moaned beneath her.
“I love watching you like this,” she whispered as she teased you some more. “Do you like it?”
She looked so cute as she asked, but all you can do is nod and bite your lip.
She smiled at you and lowered her head to your skin while you watched intently. She kissed and sucked at the skin on your stomach and thighs, looking up to establish eye contact again and again.
You whined and tried to keep still as she neared your core and gently opened your thighs. She looked at you for the longest time before her mouth met your pussy and finally licked through your folds.
You shuddered, already almost cuming as you waited for more.
She kept eye contact with you as she sucked your clit gently, humming while you quivered in her mouth. She then traced her tongue around your entire cunt, kissing and sucking those lips gently, but expertly.
Finally, she manipulated your clit with her tongue, and alternated that with inserting it far inside you as she could go.
When she sucked hard at it, you came, feeling like you never had before.
Somehow, you wound up on the floor in her arms. 
And the night had just begun.
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May 2012
You walked home slowly from the subway, trying to think of a good reason not to get there. 
You felt like throwing up, knowing that Lin would be there on your rooftop with the rest of FLS. You did not want to face him.
It had been almost two months since you last saw him and you were having fun with Billie. She stopped you from wondering just who you were. The love you had for her was real.
But there was some reason, which you did not want to name, that caused you not to want to see Lin. 
You saw his face often enough when you awoke, in that space between dream and reality.  That was sufficient torture, aside from having to see him in person at an event that was supposed to be fun.
But Mayra had started to harass you two weeks ago.
"Come on! You've got to be there on my birthday. I’ll make sure Lin doesn't bother you, but UTK won’t come without him and I’m trying to get that D again.  I need it to survive. Don't you love me?” 
She pouted at you and when that didn’t seem to work, she resorted to outright threats. 
“I’ll never speak to you again if you don't come.”  
This continued every day until the party.
Being trapped on a rooftop with Lin for three hours wasn't your idea of fun. 
Anymore. 
And to top it off, Billie had to work tonight. This sucked big time. But you had decided to be there for your friend.
"She better know I love her, " you whispered to yourself as you stepped out on the roof.
You were greeted by Chris almost as soon as you arrived. He enveloped you in a bear hug. You stiffly hugged him back. You still felt some kinda way.
He held you away from him. 
"You look good, girl, long time no see!”
You nodded at him stiffly. “How have you been?"
"Oh, you know, promoting and stuff. The Spain trip was good."
You nodded again and looked around the roof.
“He told me he would stay away from you.”
You looked back at Chris. “Who?”
“You know who.”  You just smiled tightly and looked down.
“What’s up with you?” His voice was suspicious.
You looked up and stared him straight in the eye, not wanting to be intimidated.
“I don’t know Chris? Just maybe you told my boyfriend to break up with me so he could hoe around Europe with you guys. That was a little annoying.”
Chris raised his arms in self defense.
“Wait a minute, Missy.  I did not tell him that.  What I told him was that if he could not definitely, without a doubt, be true to you, that he needed to be straight with you. If he had any doubts at all. That you deserved better.”
You just look up at this big, sweet man and willed yourself not to cry.
“Oh.” That was all you could say.
“But maybe I shouldn’t have said anything because he fucked that whole conversation up and wound up sulking the entire trip. All of his freestyles were about you, you know.”
“I don’t care Chris, because you’re right.  He did fuck up. I’ve moved on.” You held your chin high.
Chris smiled at you. “Too bad for Lin. Your new man is a lucky guy.”
You smiled back. “My new woman is a lucky girl.”
“Oh.” That was all he could say. He recovered quickly however.  “Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“Thanks friend.” 
You smiled and gave him a hug, feeling better about a lot of things. Lin Manuel Miranda was a world class idiot.
You grabbed a red solo cup full of something and stood at the railing looking over the city.
"Heyyyy, what's crackin'?" 
You turned around to see Utkarsh  standing behind you. You smiled at him.
 "Hey UTK! What it do?"
"Well, give me a hug. I’ve missed you, too. Mayra won’t let me near you since we’ve been back, I don’t know why.”
You knew why. You hadn't really wanted to see any of the FLS guys since you and Lin broke up.
You hugged him. "She’s probably jealous of our love." You smiled at your friend.
“Right.” Utkarsh smiled at you. Then he frowned. 
“Wait, why would she be jealous?  She said she and I were just friends…” 
You laughed at his back as he went to find Mayra.  Well, you’d manage to wingman without even trying.  Your job should be done for the night. You turned around to leave, running right into Mayra.
"Happy birthday, Bitch!" You squealed and hugged her.
"Thank you, boo! I didn't think you would actually come! I'm so happy!"
"You mean I had a choice? I seem to remember some very specific and lethal threats if I didn't get my ass on this roof tonight."
"No, it's because you love me." Mayra made a face at you. 
"But seriously though. The roof is big enough that you don't have to be near Lin if you don't want to. Try to have a good time."
"Girl, I'm going to have a blast! As long as there is booze and music, I'm good to go." You lied to your bestie.
"Okay girl, do you want me to stay with you so no one will bother you?" 
You knew what she meant.
"No girl, I don't need a bodyguard. Have fun, mingle, be a good hostess. I'll be fine."
You pushed Mayra away from you.
You sighed and walked toward the bar. Before you made it there, you were enveloped in Shockwave and Jelly Donut. They both hugged you, making a sandwich.
"Guys, I can't breathe!" 
They released you, laughing. Shockwave got right to it.
“You know It killed Lin when you two broke up. He was a bitch in Spain."
Your heart clenched. 
"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. I'm just here to have a good time for Mayra. Can we just chill with all that?"
"Okay, okay. I had to try. I know he's an idiot, but..." Sully barreled on. Andrew started poking him in the side. 
"What???”  Andrew gave Sully a look and he was chastened.
“Sorry love. We'll let you go mingle.”
"Yes, thank you." 
You felt like getting good and drunk. You looked at your phone and saw that there were two and a half hours left of the party. Might as well start now. You downed your drink and went to get another.
You ran into Arthur. He winked at you as you apologized. 
"No worries, you better eat something if you are going to drink like that. You can't hang with the big boys like me."
You rolled your eyes and finished the second drink. 
“You’re skinnier than I am, tuh.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about when I say big boy.” 
You looked at him in shock, and then burst out laughing. You loved these guys. Too bad Lin got them in the break up.
You sighed and began working on your third drink.
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Lin spotted you when you first stepped on the roof. He moved out of your line of sight and watched as Chris talked to you.
Geez, you were fine as hell. The dress you were wearing was everything and the heels made your ass pop. Damn.
He went and got a drink, still watching you. He felt like a stalker. Chris came over.
"I tried to get her to talk to you, but she wasn't having it." 
They both watched you and UTK talking. 
"Man, you are an idiot. You're lucky you're my brother, or I would kick your ass for letting that go."
“Thanks, my guy.” Lin’s reply was dripping with sarcasm.
“Any time. Next time listen with your big boy brain before you do something that dumb.” 
Lin was ready to fight. Luckily, Chris left. Then UTK came up, talking shit.
"Lin, you douche! How could you be so dumb, man?” 
They watched the Jelly/Shockwave/You sandwich.
"Leave me the fuck alone." 
Lin moved to the other side of the roof where Sully came up to him.  Lin put his hands up.  
“Before you say it, I'm going to stay out of her way. I'm not trying to ruin Mayra’s party. Just about two hours to go."
“Good, because you have fucked this one up royally.” Sully shook his head as Lin stalked off.
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After some drinks, you started to loosen up and have fun. You danced with Mayra and all of FLS minus one.
You thought you saw Lin a couple of times out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was gone. Every time that happened, you went and got a drink.
By the end of the night, you were looking at the sky and trying to sober up.
"The sky is beautiful tonight."
You jumped. Lin was there, watching you. You just looked at him and started back downstairs.
"Don't leave, please. Let me talk to you."
He followed you down to your apartment.
"You said all there was to say. I'm done."
You put your arms around yourself. All of a sudden you were cold. You stared Lin down, but he didn’t budge.
"What do you want, Lin?"
He sighed. This isn't going to be easy, he thought. He looked into your beautiful eyes and decided to go for it. There was nothing left to lose.
"Honestly? I want you back." His heart was in his throat as he said it.
You closed your eyes. You couldn't go there. No matter what your heart was doing in your chest.
"No. No, you do what you did and you want me to come back? To trust you? You promised you wouldn't hurt me. I can't with you Lin, I just can't."
His heart actually hurt.
"I'm so sorry…. "
You didn't let him finish. 
"Please! Don't give me the same tired old clichés every dude gives their girl when they fuck up!"
You were far from cold now. 
"If I took you back, what's gonna happen the next time you go on tour? I am not a yo-yo Lin!"
Lin reached for you. "It's not going to happen again, I've learned...."
"Don't fucking touch me! You have some muthafuckin nerve!"
Lin kept moving toward you.
"Back the fuck up! Don't come near me! Get off of me!" 
You began hitting him when he took you in his arms.
"Tell me that you don't want me to hold you, that you don't want to be with me. Tell me you don't miss us, this. Tell me that you don't want me to and I'll leave you alone."
Lin pressed himself against you, and you stopped fighting. You melted on the inside. The alcohol had you loose. Suddenly you had a thought.
"Fuck it. You're right. I have missed you." 
You moaned as he put his lips on your neck. You wanted him so badly. 
"Let's go in here." You nodded toward your bedroom.
Lin's heart leapt and he gladly followed you.
You attacked him when you got inside. 
"Whoa, hold up...."
"No, let's do it. Don't say anything or I will change my mind." 
You turned around, pulled your dress up, got on the bed and bent over, ass in the air. 
"Fuck me, Lin. Please."
Lin was confused. One minute you were fighting him, next you were begging for it. But he wasn't going to argue. He wanted you too bad. He moved your panties to the side, took out his hard cock and quickly and roughly entered your warm, tight goodness.
The stretch hurt a little, but it was welcome. It had been a while since you had taken a cock and Lin’s was your favorite. 
You became wet rapidly, and although you wanted Lin to hurt you as a sort of penance, it felt amazing.
"Ohhh, you feel so good. Shit! I've missed this. So tight for me…” 
Lin moaned through his dick wanting to explode.  He hadn’t had anyone else since you, for about three months.
"I said don't talk!" 
You were trying to blank your mind of what you were doing.
Lin felt like right now he was in heaven, and heaven was you. Lin shut up and started giving it to you harder, just like he knew you liked. He smacked your ass, hard.
"Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes!" 
You quivered, especially when he smacked it. Forceful Lin was one of your favorite Lins. Damn. You savored the contact as Lin, all of his manhood, hit your spot. 
It felt so damn good after so much emotion and time.
To Lin, all that mattered was you right now. He fought not to come until he felt your body pounding with your orgasm.
Almost as soon as it was over, you turned around and looked at him. He looked up from buttoning up his pants and smiled. You could tell that he was thinking this was the beginning of your reunion. 
You leaned in and gave him a good, long kiss, preparing to give the greatest acting performance of your life.
"Goodbye, Lin. That was just what I needed. Have a good life."
His goddamn adorable face registered confusion.
"What? What do you mean?"
"This was closure. “
The way his face changed broke your heart.  But he’d broken yours.
Lin was stricken. "But,I love you. That's why I...."
You interrupted him. 
"It's not you, it's me. I needed that to get you out of my system. "
You looked at him coldly, a mess on the inside.
"That's not all we have. We love each other!” Lin was trying to make sense of the situation. 
“You're telling me that after this you don't want to get back together?" He��couldn't believe what you were saying. 
"As far as getting back together, we're not. This didn't mean anything; I am drunk off my ass and I had a lapse in judgement. It's not going to go any further."
"But you love me, I know it." He reached for you.
You moved out of his reach and toward the door.
"I told you, I can't, I won't let my guard down again with anyone. I can't love anymore." 
Lin was looking at you with his mouth open.
You straightened your dress and left your room, ignoring the fact that Lin was calling your name. You were ready to be alone.
There, outside your door, was Billie.
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rookiesbookies · 3 years ago
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Nsfw Head-canons -Brothers
Lucifer:
-Gentle but will push anyone’s limits
-prefers to hit it from the back over a desk, but understands thats not always possible or wanted
-this mf is smirking the whole time at you
-after care is 10/10 tho bc he’s got the best bathroom in the house (no matter what asmo says😂)
-you will smell like his... essence by the end
-might let you top every once in a while but even if you do something like ride him he has to be sitting up even just a little bit
-hes prideful ass wont let him be a bottom even for a second
-is your Lucifer up to his horns in work?
-literally just fling your underwear at him
-he’d shoot up and give you the ... attention you need faster than you can say “Satan gotta cat”
-I cannot yell “FLOGGER” louder
-BDSM if there ever was such
Mammon:
-sweet baby is so scared of hurting anyone
-likes to hold hands
-doesnt always like to be looked at tho, depending on the mood
-switch leans for bottom tho
-probably usually is the one needing aftercare
-probably apologizing if he did something wrong
-he’s mind can not handle pleasure
-like you’d be blowing him and he’d be squirming and like tearing up
-oh imagine pointing out that the marks point down
-“what do ya mean- they’r’ pointin there...”
-VERY LOUD
-YOU PROBABLY NEED TO GAG HIM SO THE HOUSE DOESNT SHAKE
-EVEN IF YOUR JUST BLOWING HIM
-praise kink
-he needs praise tho
-🥺💜💜 bb needs love
Levi:
-hates to be looked at
-“ st-stop looking at me like that normie!”
-this mf totally would call you a “normie” then
-**snake dicks**
-probably talks about a random hentai with a stupid long name when in the middle of it
-he’s LOUD
-like REALLY LOUD
-might use his tail, idk
-when Asmo brings it up Beel goes
-“Not in front of the Salad”
-if you make eye contact with him, while doing anything, he’d squirm so much
-probably needs so much praise to be reminded he’s not just a “yucky otaku”
-forked tongue
-really sensitive horns
-“I dont- fine Ill do the tongue thing from that stupid Disney Movie”
-would cover Henry 2.0 with a cloth
-bed sheets are EVERYWHERE
-hide him in his gaming chair
-probably has curtains to cover the other fish in his room so they dont see
-idk why he just is like that
Satan:
-this boi probably jumps you on the couch in the library
~~-only bc Lucifer was in his study~~
-never does it angy, the smexy times are for love
-vanilla
-gets **bite-y**
-pet kink tho
-will wear the collar but prefers you to
-switch, leaning to dom
-pet name for you is Kitty
-would totally call you “my precious kitten” too
-probably reads too much about everything having to do with this subject (also talks to Asmo too much)
-“I want to try (random position)”
-usually it doesnt work out bc for the most part he’s vanilla
-probably talks to Asmo too much about this
-probably read 50 Shades trying to understand
-probably regretted both of those
-on second thought he totally does
-sadist
-he’s a sadist
Asmo:
-owns 100% of the adult section in Akuzon
-you cant convince me otherwise
-probably balls deep at least once a week
-switchy **AF**
-breath on him and his horny
-doesnt mean he’ll be easy tho
-would make you beg
-edging bitch
-may snap sadist on you in a second
-the most fabulous aftercare
-he’s like painting your nails and shit
-massages
-too think this all started bc he caught you staring at him
-right after he asks some bullshit
-“how do bees fly- science says they shouldnt be able to”
-“these are thing you dont say after having sex”
-COWGIRL AND 69 ARE HIS FAVORITE, HAVE TO BE
Beel:
-forgive me father, Ive been a bad girl
-BUT IMAGINE THE TONGUE ON THIS SOFT BOI
-PLUS ISNT HE LIKE 6 FOOT 5
-scared of crushing you
-could fling you like a rag doll tho
-probably biggest jewels in the family
-🤠
-would accidentally over simulate someone
-probably would tell you to taste good
-needs constant reassurance
-bb boi would cry if you degraded him
-bite-y
-no cap
-doesnt leave hickies but you wake up with bite marks everywhere
-some of them drew blood bc in some of the animations he has shark teeth
-you cant walk
-and not bc he went hard
-just bc he’s THAT BIG
-I just feel like he is
-hehehe his cowboy boots in his demon form tho
-if you touched his horns he’d be so surprised
-every confused on the idea of what “Horny” is
-“ b-but im hungry... just not for food???”
-probably asked Asmo
-that was a mistake
-giving him face rubs reminding him that it doesnt hurt and your just adjusting
-tracing his tattoo is probably the cutest thing youve done after
-Asmo heard it all.
-Asmo
-heard
-it
-all
-period
-food kink
-will eat off your body
-just out food on your body and he go nom nom
Belphie:
-he’s a dom bottom
-if thats possible
-cuz he’s lazy af
-but refuses to be dominated
-always in the bed, cuz HE DOESNT LEAVE IT
-cuddles after
-“you wanted to do it in the attic for a reason didnt you.”
-just fuckin smirks at you
-bc the attic is probs above Luci’s room
-probably really kinky but just too lazy to do jack
-even tho he lazy dont mean you wont be head to toe marked up
-would rock his hip while you adjust just to see your surprised face
-lots of sucking
-idk why
-i feel like he just do
-has been the sub before
-he did not like it
-he just likes being a lazy dom
-if he tops, sheeeet is going down
-if he tops, you will never EVER walk the same again
-temple kisses reminding you you did good
-cuddles
-his pet name for you is Bear, bc your his Teddy Bear
-he fucking Koala’s you in his sleep
-and there is no escaping his grip
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ilooklikeididyesterday · 4 years ago
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Prison - Massimo x Reader
Massimo x reader/you ficlet, SMUT WARNING.  Orgasm denial? Slight Edging. Curse words.
Words: 2,666. Translations done via Google, sorry if they’re incorrect.
Feedback welcomed! Also requests? It’s sort of a bigger plot/universe I have in my mind but so far this is the only thing I’ve written.
  “Massimo got arrested.”
  “He what?” 
Domenico flinched at your shriek, raising a hand discreetly to his ear as you continued shouting in a high pitch voice - “Why? How? Why?”
  “Don’t worry, signorina, it’s just formalities. You know we own the police in this town. He’ll be out within the hour. He’s probably got his feet up sipping an espresso. Don’t worry.” He added before leaving you in the library. But you couldn’t help but worry - yes, he owned the police but that didn’t make you feel any better. You sat in the library, your phone on the table in front of you checking it every 3 minutes for a call or text from Massimo to let you know he had been released. The hour passed excruciatingly - the hour in which Domenico had promised you your lover would be released.
  You found Domenico in the kitchen - as always - chopping an apple with a large knife that looked more suited for cutting people, not fruit.
  “Any news?” You asked quickly.
  “He’s fine.”
  “That’s it? He’s fine? Where is he? Is he on his way back? Is he coming back?” 
  Domenico gave a small smile. The situation with you and Massimo was one forced upon both of you, and there had been more than one occasion when the young Italian had witnessed you revealing how much you cared for each other.
  “He’s fine.”
  You screamed in frustration and returned to the library. It’s solid wood paneled bookcases made you feel safe when Massimo wasn’t at home. Plus, it had an entire glass wall overlooking a small courtyard garden that calmed you.
  Hours ticked by, you skipped dinner, watching the sunset from the comfort of the library. Your ears were trained on the front door for when Massimo returned. Sadly, you couldn't keep your eyes open and dozed off in one of the plush vintage arm chairs.
  Distant voice chatter woke you up. Rubbing your eyes and face to wake up you headed to the hallway, then followed the sounds to the living room.
  “Massimo!” you called, gaining his attention. “Are you alright? When did they let you leave?” As you stepped closer to him you took in his wrinkled white shirt and messy hair. And then you smelt whisky. “Have you been drinking?”
  “How is that your business?” He replied, undoing the buttons on his cuffs to roll up his sleeves.
  “You’re my business!” You told him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Did you go to a club? You get let out of prison and you go to a fucking club, wihout telling me?”
  “Ti ha aspettato.” Domenico felt the need to interject before Massimo said something he may regret later. 
She waited for you.
  Massimo gave a nod of his head and Domenico left. 
  “I was worried about you,” you confessed.
  Massimo smirked. Then chuckled. “Worried?” he gave a soft laugh shaking his head. It was comical to think he’d been in any kind of danger. He owned the police for Christ’s sake. What were they going to do? It was just formalities and paperwork bullshit.
  You bit your lip and turned away swallowing the lump formed in your throat. You told him you were worried and he laughed at you. Well, fuck him. You were not a violent person, but you saw a ball shaped ornament on the mantelpiece, which fit in your hand perfectly when you picked it up. As you launched it across the room at the opposite wall it shattered into tiny pieces. Massimo didn’t look too impressed, but he wasn’t angry either. He finished pouring himself a drink and took a sip.
  “You're feisty tonight, huh? Got some Italian in you, maybe?” He waggled his finger at you, approaching you slowly. “Do you want some Italian in you now, Princessa?” he palmed himself through his trousers, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as he looked you up and down and desire spread over his face. 
  You froze to the spot, briefly wondering how he could find you attractive right now in a wrinkled top and leggings, makeup smudged no doubt from your nap earlier in the library. The anger still burned within you, something you’d felt before but not this intense. Turning back to the mantelpiece you grabbed another ornament, but didn’t even have time to turn around before Massimo's chest was at your back easily reaching his arm around you and putting the ornament back.
  “Ah, ah, ah,” he chided, “I let the first one slide, but no more. You wanna be a brat? Fine. But you get treated like one.” His hand grabbed your jaw, the other sliding around your waist and into the waistband of your leggings.
  “I-” you started to say something but then his warm hand cupped you and you lost all train of thought. He teased your clit with his thumb, pressed a finger tip to your entrance, then retreated. He nibbled on your neck with his teeth, biting your shoulder.
  “I thought you weren’t coming back.” You choked out. He stopped.
  “What?” He asked, whirling you around looking down at you. You repeated what you had said, only realising the tears had escaped your eyes when his thumbs wiped them from your cheeks.
  “Babygirl,” he whispered. “You don’t need to worry about me, hm? I will always return to you. To this.” He cupped you again before picking you up, mouth placing wet kisses on your neck as he walked you both to the sofa. He sat down with you straddling him, removing your top and bra as you ground your hips into his, feeling his cock grow underneath you. You kissed him deeply, his mouth covering yours, hand on your jaw and the other on your back. You pulled away to undo his belt buckle, he helped you by taking it off as you unzipped him and palmed him through his boxers. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Reaching into the waistband you took him in your hand, the familiar velvet skin feeling comforting in your hand. You sighed in pleasure as his mouth latched around a nipple, tongue twirling and flicking, teeth nipping at the sensitive bud. He flipped you to your back on the sofa, pulling your leggings and underwear off in one go. 
  He sat on his knees between your legs, taking his shirt off.
  “What you did, earlier? You need to pay for that,” he told you, taking his belt in his hand. Your eyes widened. He’d spanked you a few times but only with his hand; you weren’t too sure how you felt about the belt being used. You went to sit up, but as the cool Italian leather of the belt fell against your chest you stilled, and closed your eyes as Massimo dragged it lightly down your breasts, ribs, stomach. As it reached between your legs your hips bucked towards it, the feeling of the leather on your pussy was new but felt so good. You looked up to Massimo as he pressed the leather to you, watching your hips grind against it for the friction you craved. The dark brown leather was getting wet from your juices.
  “You gonna come for me?”
  “Yes!”
  “You think you deserve to?” He pulled the belt from you, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Your hazy mind started to refocus, saw him stand up to remove his suit trousers and boxers. You turned your head to him as he knelt one knee on  the sofa teasing his head against your lips. You opened your mouth for more but he only continued to tease you, running his tip around your lips, sliding the length on your cheek. You managed to gently suck one of his balls, hand going between your thighs to find your clit.
  “No, I told you you need to pay. So you will,” he told you, grabbing your hand in his and moving it to his dick. You took the head in your mouth sucking lightly, moaning at the familiar taste of him. He was teasing you like never before, but in teasing you he was also denying himself. Usually his entire length would be in your mouth and down your throat by now, hands fisted in your hair. Each time you tried to find your clit he stopped you. You pressed your legs together, finding friction. 
  Massimo made a fist and placed it between your thighs so you couldn’t squish them together. His knuckles pressed at your entrance, getting slicker with your juice. You moaned in frustration, trying to take more of him but he kept your head still.
  He pulled out your mouth completely, moving forward so just his balls were in your mouth. You sucked on each of them like you knew he liked. There was no way he was going to keep this up for much longer. You looked up to him, finding his eyes dark with desire pinned to you, restraint evident as the tendons on his neck stood out. Oh yes, he was punishing you, but also himself.
  He took a step back, removing his hand and balls in an instant, panting heavily, chest heaving. You sat upright on the sofa making sure to spread your legs so he could see how wet your pussy was.
  He took your wrist and pulled you up, leading you across the cool marble floor down the hall and to the library. You held your arm over your breasts as you reminded him that Domenico, Mario or anyone could be walking down the hall at any second.
  “Then hurry,” was his reply, pulling you by the wrist. He slammed the door after you, the room dark apart from a desk lamp you’d left on. “This is where you were? Waiting for me?” He pointed to the armchair you’d dozed in, and you marveled at his ass as he walked to it sitting down, legs spread as your eyes focused on his cock. Erect and red and angry looking.
  “Well, now I’m waiting for you.”
  You didn’t know too much about Massimo, and your relationship (whatever that was) was not one based on emotions. You struggled to reveal yours, and Massimo didn’t apparently have any. He just had a stoic, albeit insanely handsome look on his face all the time. But, the fact that he brought you here, and was now indeed waiting for you, almost felt like an apology? Or a thank you?
  You walked to him quickly and straddled him, his large hands on your back as you kissed him passionately, lips, tongues and teeth. You felt his length on your stomach, rolled your hips to his.
  “Don’t leave me.” You breathed into his mouth, reaching between you to grip the base of his cock as you inched him inside of you. That wonderful stretching feeling began, your pussy clenching around him.
  “I would never,” he assured you, gripping your hair to make you look at him. Despite his fingers in your hair and pressing into your hips that would leave bruises the day after, you rode him soft and slow. Grinding your hips slowly down on his, leaning back to rest your hands on his strong thighs as you rotated your hips. He, for once, let you do all the work, but you knew that didn’t mean you were in control.
  “I’m gonna come,” you breathed, cupping your breast. He grabbed your waist and pulled you up, pulling out with a squelch. You growled in your throat, about to punch him as he picked you up again.
  “There.” He growled back at you walking you to a large table, which he placed you on, taking your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. He slid back into you as you gripped the edge of the table. He held your legs, kissing your calves as he slammed into you. You were on the verge of coming but didn’t want to say in case he stopped again.
  “You think you deserve to come?” he asked, feeling your pussy clench around him even though he’d stopped.
  “Yes!” you cried, on the verge of tears. “Fuck please Massimo, please,” you whined.
 He leant over you, your legs bending back towards your chest. “So do I.” He kissed you hard, slamming back into you and didn’t relent or edge you this time. The sounds your bodies were making would normally make you blush but you were too busy chasing the release you craved and didn’t care. As you came you didn’t make any sound, your legs trembled and your pussy fluttered around him, as the wave washed over your entire body. Every inch of you seemed to feel the orgasm and Massimo didn’t stop his pace. 
  “Stop!” You didn’t know you had said the words until they flew out your mouth. Massimo immediately stopped, and withdrew. He pressed his hands on the table and lifted himself up above you, giving you space.
  “What’s wrong?” his eyes sought yours, filled with concern.
  “Too much,” you mumbled, blinking your eyes to focus on him. Your leg was still trembling, the feeling so intense and unfamiliar it startled you.
  “What can I do?” Massimo asked, and for the first time since his Father died, he felt hopeless, unsure. 
  “Hold me,” you reached out a shaky hand to him. Massimo took your hand, kissed your palm gently, and brough to back to a sitting position, cradling you against his chest.
  “Like this?” He asked, kissing the top of your hair and stroking your back gently when you nodded. As your breathing steadied Massimo felt calmer too. He knew what to do now - hold you gently and whisper sweet things in his native tongue to get you to relax. He didn’t move until you did, pulling back slightly to look up at him, with an almost sheepish look on your face.
  “Intense, si?” He asked with a smirk. The main thing was you were alright, but he would sure as hell gloat about this tomorrow.
  You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his chest, realising he was still half-hard. And then you knew he had been right. He wasn’t a monster. All the times he told you that, you never truly believed it until now. You said stop and he did. 
  “I want you to finish inside me,” you told him. Your bluntness stunned him for a second, as he kissed you passionately again, and you felt him stir against your thigh. You leant back down on the table, gripping the edge, ready to get slammed into again, but it wasn’t like that.
  Massimo guided himself into you slowly, balls deep. When he didn’t move you did, rotating your hips off the polished desk. He took hold of your ankles, feet placed firmly on the edge of the desk, kissed your knees and inside your thighs as he rocked gently back and forth.
  “Oh jesus!” You called, feeling the familiar pool of an orgasm in your very being start to emerge again.
  “Stay with me, belissima,” he hummed against your leg. You reached between your legs to find your clit and came hard around him, cursing over and over, toes curling as you heard Massimo’s grunts and felt a warmth spreading within that told you he had come inside you as you asked.
  “Fuck!” Masismo cursed, pulling out and stepping back, watching as his cum slowly seeped out between your thighs. He raked a hand through his hair, then across his face to wipe some of the sweat away. He chuckled softly as he watched more of him escape you. He pressed a fingertip gently to your lower lips, smearing himself around  your slightly red pussy. You flexed your muscles, knowing how much he liked to see his cum drip out of you. You sat upright, then stood up from the table on fairly shaky legs, feeling him drip down your thigh, as he held you to him.
  “I will always return to you, babygirl.”
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romanceimp · 4 years ago
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Pregnant s/o hcs: Mirio, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Tamaki
SFW, just super fluffy 
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Mirio:
If you don’t think this man is tearing up when you tell him... uhhh you’d be wrong
He is crying over you and so happy, will kneel and just kiss your tummy 
And when you’re in bed that night going to sleep, every few minutes he will nuzzle in closer and whisper, “hey guess what? We’re gonna have a baby” 
Anytime he says he loves you now he says it to your tummy too 
“I love you Y/n, I love that you are mine and I love that you’re going to be the mother of my child” *bends down* “And I love you too baby” 
He will have a really hard time waiting until the second trimester to tell anyone but once he is able, everyone will know, and he’s going to have a party in your honor. 
He will treat you like a queen, back rubs and foot rubs...
I feel like when you first tell him you’re pregnant he will come home a few days later with a box... when you open it, it’s a maternity dress, and its actually really pretty, with lace and silk, and nice and stretchy... 
“I know you don’t need it now, but I saw it when I was out and thought it would look perfect on you...”
He will compliment you every second of every day, will trace your stretch marks and tell you they make you beautiful because it’s all part of you becoming a mother, it’s a natural tattoo, a reminder of how you’re growing a life inside you
He will want to throw a gender reveal party 
And no, it can’t be as simple as balloons popping out of a box, he’s gotta have something extravagant to celebrate like fireworks, monster trucks, or a paid actor dressed as a baby
You’re having his baby! This is a pinnacle moment in his life and he is not about to have some basic ass party
Mirio is definitely the kind of guy who thinks you can’t have sex because it could hurt the baby, you will have to make a very embarrassing call to your doctor about that... 
He is looking forward to owning dad sandals (who are we kidding he prolly already does)
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Bakugo:
This man will shit himself, make sure he is sitting down
“Bakugo... I’m pregnant”
“Hah?” 
“I’m having a baby! You’re gonna be a dad”
He’s really happy and excited, he has no doubt you’ll be an amazing mom but he’s kinda worried about him being a dad... 
Am I fit to raise a kid? Will I be a good dad?
He will probably start working more and almost go on over drive... He will start coming home later, picking up earlier shifts... And when you ask him, “Katsuki, are you not happy about the baby?”  He will kinda break down and tell you “No of course I’m fucking happy about the baby, I just want the world to be safe for our kid... and I only have 8 months till then and-” He drops to his knees in front of you and he’s tearing up. You’ll get onto your knees too and just hug him, “Katsuki, you can’t fix the world before we have our baby,” you’ll look at him lovingly as he realizes how absurd he was being. “But we can prepare to be the best parents we can be...” “Prepare? We’re already gonna be the best parents.”
Okay, Bakugo hypes up the baby too, like...
“Katsuki, come here! The baby is kicking!” *he puts his hand on your tummy* “Baby’s so strong, just like us,” *grabs you and kisses you* “I knew we made a fucking perfect kid”
He will try kill anyone who oversteps the boundary with the bump (like touching the bump without asking)
“OI EXTRA, you wanna take your fucking hands off my woman and my kid or do  I have to do that for you...” 
Bakugo would be very unnecessarily competitive in birthing class
Will wake you up in the middle of the night at least once, he’s just laying on his back staring wide eyed at the ceiling... “What if I explode the baby?”
You’ll roll over and look at him annoyed, “you won't explode the baby,” 
He will settle again once you give him cuddles 
You cannot tell me that he would not be your biggest cheerleader when you’re actually giving birth, “PUSH, FUCKING PUSH DUMB ASS!” 
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Todoroki: 
This man freaks out for a sec... cuz daddy issues. But he has a strong resolve so he will come out of it quickly and decide how to 
“Shoto, you aren’t anything like Endeavor, you’re going to be an amazing dad”
He will be extremely happy, but his excitement will be softer
Everyday after you tell him he says you’re glowing
He will want to cook you special things because it’s healthy for the baby, or so his mother told him
Speaking of his mother, she taught him how to knit when he went to visit her in the hospital so you’ll find him knitting little hats and bootie and jackets for the baby
He will nest just as much, if not more than you do
You’ll find him awake at 3AM trying to put together some bullshit ikea thing for the baby with the tiny allen wrench they give you for free. “Shoto, come back to bed... we can do that in the morning” “But the baby needs somewhere to sleep,” “Yes, and I’m not due for another two months”
Shoto is already so soft but I think he would be softer
Like when you fall asleep on the couch, he gets home and just cuddles up to you and asks your bump how it’s day was. He will talk to the bump until you wake up and then he just pepper your face with kisses.  
He is the only one of all these men who doesn’t shit himself and die when watching the birthing tape. I think he would be calm and say something like “a woman’s body is made to carry and deliver a child, there’s nothing to be frightened of.”
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Midoriya: 
When you tell him, he’s gonna cry
He will want to call his mom right away  
Midoriya is the kinda guy to have a box of his things from when he was a kid stored away to give to his child (it’s all All Might merch but, ya know)
He definitely panics and worries if he is going to be a good father but he takes all that anxiety and just turns it into energy to care for you with
He is already signing you up for birthing classes 
This man would take you to all your doctors visits, acupuncture appointments, prenatal massages, and even a strange healing session done in the back room of a health good shop (don’t worry, he checked google reviews, 346 people, and 5 stars) (You weren't sure about it at first, but you felt very at peace afterwards, def worth the 5 star review)
He just really wants you to be happy and healthy
It would be understatement to say he treats you like a queen... he treats you like a goddess, and he tells you everyday how grateful he is that you’re his love and giving him a baby. Especially when you feel insecure about how your body is changing
He will want to make the nursery Hero themed... with an All Might wall decal... you’ll eventually opt for something a little less... exuberant like jungle animals or something. But the compromise is the All Might mobil that spins and says “I am here” while playing twinkle twinkle little star.
He will read to the bump, and sing to it because he wants the baby to know his voice
Will make a ‘goodnight’ song with you for the baby to sing to it every night 
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Tenya: 
Tenya is so excited and immediately starts thinking of things he needs to do for you and baby
The day after he will come home with a bag from the store full of prenatal vitamins and herbal teas that are safe to drink 
“My love! I have brought you Evening Primrose supplements, it’s supposed to help with your delivery.” 
I think he has name ideas picked out already and is very excited to show them to you. They are all related to the Iida family.
He would ask his brother for advice and would be so excited to tell him when it’s time. 
Don’t even worry about pregnancy brain. Iida’s got you, he will help you remember everything you need to know and he will be patient with your cloudy thoughts. 
Iida is so matter of fact tho, I can see it coming off as insensitive, especially when you’re dealing with mood swings.
“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that those chips make your stomach hurt and I was only trying to-” “YOU JUST DONT WANT ME TO BE HAPPYYYY!!!!!!” “My darling, I want all the happiness in the world for you, you are the mother of my child, I- please don’t cry” 
He really loves you a lot and he will learn to be a little gentler with you during this phase of the pregnancy
Braxton hicks contractions (the little fake contractions you get during the third trimester, closer to the due date) will send him into panic mode. 
But he is also so organized that he is R E A D Y 
You clutch your stomach and inhale sharply and sit down, he’s already running to get the hospital bag and getting the keys for the car. 
(The hospital bag includes, diapers, baby clothes, blankets, stress balls for you to squeeze during contractions and a birth mix which includes mostly Baroque composers but theres a few taylor swift and harry styles songs because he thinks it would be cool if the baby was born to Adore You, because Iida adores you and that baby so much)
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Tamaki:
He is terrified
But ultimately knowing that he has a child on the way actually does wonders for his confidence because he wants his child to have a good example and he doesn’t want the child to inherit his crippling shyness
He really is there for you and much like Shoto, shows it in a soft way
Tamaki is so food oriented already that he is especially considerate of your cravings and would probably try them, no matter how weird they are
Pregnancy makes you super hungry but thats okay because Tamaki is a brilliant cook
Tamaki is also very sensitive to the knowledge that it will change after the baby is born and that he has you all to himself for just a little while longer
He is going to take you on special weekend trips, like a sleepy beach town to just relax and eat good food
He will also take you on extra dates because he just wants to soak up your time together as a couple
He is very aware of how much work you’re doing constantly to carry his child and he will want to spoil you 
“Y-you’re just so beautiful, a-and you chose me, and now you’re carrying my child...I just... I love you so much and thank you for letting me be yours b-because you make me so happy.” 
He will freak out when he sees the birthing tape
“I-I am so sorry, I can’t believe I’ve put you through this... you’re- you-  This is all my fault...” *panic panic panic*
But when you’re actually in labour he is very supportive, he will just apologize while you’re screaming in agony and wish there was something else he could do other than bring you ice chips...
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clareguilty · 4 years ago
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So... y’all wanted van der Linde Gangbang... and here it is
Reader and Dutch, John, Javier, Charles, and Arthur Rating: Explicit duh Word Count: ~1500
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you crossed your arms, visibly unimpressed. “This is your plan?”
No one said anything.
‘The plan’ was bullshit. Dutch wanted to rob a manor that was surrounded by high stone walls. Apparently, there was one place on the property where coyotes were sneaking through, and Javier and Charles had found it. A small hole in the stone a few feet off the ground, widened by Charles so that a person could fit through.
That person was you.
“Why can’t John do it? Or Javier? You dragged me all the way out here to make me squeeze through here just so I can let you in through the gates?”
“My shoulders are too broad,” John said with a shrug.
You glared at Javier.
“I’m too handsome,” he winked at you.
You planted your feet, pointing at the gap “Sean-”
“Sean’s too loud. You’re the only one we can trust.” Dutch’s voice was stern, no room for argument.
“I’m good looking too, you know,” you huffed. You had to bend over to wriggle through the gap, but once you pushed through, your toes came off the ground.
Someone whistled low as you tried to wriggle through. Probably John.
“Marston you piece of shit,” you cursed and tried to pull yourself another few inches. The problem was, you couldn’t get enough leverage to actually move forwards, and you couldn’t push off with your feet.
You were stuck.
“Can I… can I get a little help here?” You asked, fear creeping into your voice.
“I gotchu,” Arthur rumbled, and his large hands settled on your hips, pushing you forwards just a little bit more. When that didn’t work, he tried pushing you with his own hips -- you were glad that none of them could see your face.
“Uh,” Arthur sounded concerned. “That’s not good.”
“You bastards,” you hissed. 
Arthur tried to push you a bit more, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. You tried pushing backwards, and collided with his hips… and something a little bit more.
“Are you seriously hard right now?” you demanded, as though you weren’t also flushed and aroused from being manhandled.
“You uh,” Arthur fumbled with his words.
“You look damn fine,” John said, and a hand came down on your ass. You bit back a yelp. “You seriously think we’d pass up a chance to look at your sweet ass?” This time, it was John who gripped and squeezed at your hips, but he clearly didn’t care about helping you get out of the wall.
He spanked you again, and you moaned. The sound made everyone on the other side of the wall pause. “You like that?” John asked, bringing his hand down again.
Another moan. Another moment of silence from the men behind you.
“We’re all thinking the exact same thing, aren’t we?” Javier asked.
A split second later, and you felt your trousers yanked down to your ankles. You were on display for all of the men, and they could see exactly how aroused you were by the situation.
“Damn,” Javier spoke up again. “You’re dripping. You really want us to fuck you like this?”
You didn’t say anything, too ashamed of the way they were obviously looking at you.
Another sharp hit to your ass, and you whined. “Answer him.” It was Dutch. Dutch called the shots. He was the one in charge here. He could tell them all to forget about this and help you get free.
“Yes.” You said it before you could stop yourself.
Instead of another smack, the next touch was softer, gentler. “Let me take care of you,” Dutch crooned. He pressed two fingers into you, opening you up for his cock. You gasped and bit back your moans as he stroked you slowly.
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance. “You ready?” he asked. You only response was to try and push back onto his cock, even though you couldn’t move very far.
Dutch began fucking you, slowly at first but his pace quickly increased. You knew you would be covered in scrapes and bruises from the stones against your skin and his fingers on your hips. His cock was huge, thick and long, and he stretched you open, hips slamming into yours with every thrust.
It felt so good. You wound up burying your face in your arm to keep quiet. Dutch growled and began stroking you with one hand, forcing you to come on his cock. It was embarrassing, how quickly you came, how much you spilled over your thighs.
“You don’t know how long we’ve wanted this,” he said, voice low. “We’ve all thought about taking you at some point, and now we finally have our chance. Fuck- I’m close.”
He began to fill you, but pulled out to finish himself off, spilling the rest of his seed over your entrance and across your thighs. “You did so good for me,” he said, and you heard him stepping aside.
John didn’t hesitate -- it had to be him. Sinking into you with a barely muffled groan and snapping his hips into yours, long fingers rubbing against you to feel you clench around him. When that wasn’t enough, he went back to smacking your ass. It was so much, you let your eyes roll back as he took you as deep as possible.
When John came, he marked your ass. You surely looked a mess, covered in his and Dutch’s come. The thought of the other men still waiting their turn made you shudder.
Barely a second passed, and Javier was there. “So beautiful.” He whispered. He teased you more than the others, spreading you open with his fingers and rubbing and pinching just to watch your hips shake. His cock finally slipped into you and he fucked you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
John snorted and muttered something you couldn’t make out. Javier bit back, and you couldn’t believe they would actually bicker while Javier was fucking you.
Still, he knew exactly how to angle his cock, and the motions of his fingers quickly brought you to another edge and beyond.
You came, and Javier whispered praises to you through the wall. He pressed deep inside you to finish not long after, and his fingers spread your ass afterwards, watching his seed spill out. The other men groaned at the sight.
“C’mon, Charles,” Javier encouraged his friend.
Whereas Javier was teasing, Charles was more hesitant. Still, he ran his hand over your skin, lifting you as far as the wall would allow to sink his cock into you.
It was too much. Or at least it was starting to be. Fucked by four men, coming constantly on their cocks. Charles was as careful as can be, but you were still a whining mess as he fucked you. Tears were running down your face, but when you dared to speak, the only words that spill from your lips are pleas for more.
Charles moved you on his cock with ease, raw strength and control. You were so tight around him and slick from the other men, he took you at his own pace just bordering on more than you can take.
And when he finally came, he spilled deep inside you, a few more deep thrusts that left an absolute mess of you. 
You were limp and helpless in the wall, whining and dripping with come.
Arthur settled behind you, grinding against you. “Almost done, darlin’. And then I promise I’ll get you out of there.”
At that point, you didn’t have a mind to comprehend what he was saying. He fucked you carefully, and you were thankful. His cock was thick, and you felt so used after every single man you worried they had ruined you for good. What could you do after this? They had taken you and made you come and filled you and fucked you.
“Can you come one more time for me?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for you to answer, he simply began stroking you with his rough fingers. You came one final time, spilling over Arthur’s cock. He rutted into you, faster and faster until he finished as well.
“There you go.” He pulled out of you. “Easy now. Just hold tight and I’ll get you taken care of.”
“Charles,” he said, “can you loosen a few more stones? Be careful.”
A moment passed, and you felt the stones above your back begin to shift. There was a lot of whispering, and then four large hands grabbed you and began pulling you free. You whined and whimpered, but the five men supported you. Someone -- Javier, held you and carried you. His voice was soothing as he whispered to you in Spanish. Your trousers were still around your ankles, and you were so sensitive that every movement made you twitch and whine.
A cool, wet cloth began wiping you down. Voices surrounded you.
“We’ll come back another night. Get a canteen -- need more water.”
“Anyone have a quilt?”
“Easy, easy. Careful.”
You were wrapped in a quilt and lifted. Charles took you this time, cradling you on Taima as he spurred her forward at a creeping pace. “We’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. “We’ll take care of you.”
You fell asleep to the beat of the horses hooves.
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thediamondgirl17 · 4 years ago
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Feitan Porter x Reader: A Long Time Ago
Hey everyone! I'm not dead I promise! I have been BINGING HxH and JJK for anyone who is interested in knowing. And let's just say Feitan caught my eye and sparked a bit of my creative interest! I still don't know a lot about the PT so your gonna have to give me a bit of artistic liberty here. As always if you want a second part to this, or want me to write something for you feel free to go to my ask box! I'm always open to new ideas! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: PG-13, light HxH Season 3 spoilers, mentions of sensitive subjects. 
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    You didn’t grow up in Meteor City. You lived just outside of it growing up. That meant that you weren’t exactly the most wealthy person in the world, then again not the poorest. However, you had known of the City. Murmurs, whispers, and tales of the cursed city were always among the gossip in your home town. It was never anything abnormal when the adults would whisper things to each other out of your earshot when you were little. However the one thing that had stuck with you the most was the warning that every adult gave you when you went to play by yourself as a child. 
    “Stay away from the edge of town.” 
    That was it. Nothing more and nothing less. However, children’s minds tend to block out the logical reasonings of adults so that it is able to explore the unknown for itself. And that is exactly what happened to you. 
    You had packed a bag with some food in it for a picnic. Your parents were home, and not exactly caring where you ran off to as long as you came back before sunset. So your little legs carried you through town as quickly as they could to get to the edge of town. It wasn’t that long of a walk but it had made you a bit tired. As you got closer to the far edge of town, the grass began to die and the trees begun to wilt. It was as if you crossed over to a whole new deserted world. 
     You had told yourself that you were going to stop at the edge of town. Told yourself that you were just going to admire the scenery and then head back. Of course though, children never listened, even to themselves.  So you continued on, eventually finding yourself walking along broken down buildings that looked like they would collapse. The air was dry and polluted, which made it hard to breathe. 
    “Look what we have here.” An older man had said. He looked to be in his 40s. He had this disgusting smell of cheap cologne and a dirty five o’clock shadow that covered his chin. “A cute little girl. C’mere...Let’s talk.” He smiled, revealing crocked yellow teeth. 
    Now, you had not been scared up to this point, but this worried you. You gripped your bag tightly in your hands and took a weary step backwards, away from the man in front of you. Your heart rate had quickened and you closed your eyes, moving your head away from him fearing the worst. 
    It was only until you felt a hand in your own quickly drag you away from the creepy old man that you opened your eyes. A young boy, much scrawnier than yourself, but obviously your age dragged you along. Your legs had a hard time keeping up with his experienced ones. From the looks of him, he was a native. He stopped after being sure that the two of you weren’t followed. You heaved after the two of you had stopped running and put your hands on your knees to catch your breath. 
    “Th-Thank Y-you...,” You gasped, trying to catch your breath. But there was only silence. So you tilted your head up to look at him, only to see a small pocket knife aimed between your eyes. 
    “Give me your money.” He stated. His black hair was greasy and dirty from not having been washed in a while. And his clothes were tattered and much to small for him at this point. You blinked and looked down at your bag. His cold tone had shaken you to your core.
    “I-I don’t h-have any m-money o-on me...,” You said softly. “B-but...D-do you wanna split my sandwich?” You asked looking back up at the boy, from the way that you spoke to him, the two of you knew you would have asked that question whether or not that knife was aimed between your eyes. 
    “...80:20.” He demanded. And you had offered him the softest smile that he had ever seen in his life. Though on the outside he didn’t falter, the inside of him felt...different. You reached into your bag and pulled out your sandwich. You ripped it much over half way and handed him the larger piece. 
    He was hesitant at first when he took the food. He slowly lowered the knife and began eating, quickly shoving it into his mouth before anyone or anything else could get to it. You sat down on the ground beside him and began eating your own piece. 
    “Why are you staying? I could kill you.” He demanded to know. 
    “Then you already would have and taken the rest of my sandwich...I have a water bottle in here too.” You added. “Do you want it?” He nodded. You reached into your bag and pulled out the water bottle, handing it to him. “Here.” He quickly took it out of your hands and drank half of it in one go. His shoulders relaxing ever so slightly from it. 
    “In one week.” He said, keeping his demanding tone. “You will come back and bring me food and water.” 
    “Any requests?” You asked tilting your head. He looked down at you. 
    “Just make sure it’s edible.” And with that, the black haired boy was off. 
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    From that day forward, every week, you brought him food. You learned his name and where he took shelter. You had learned how many people he had killed, and what happened to his parents. You learned his favorite food. And learned that he was a total sadist. However, you kept coming back to provide him food and water. The last time you say him was many years after your first encounter. The two of you were 15 years old. He had begun to look more handsome in your eyes. And vice versa, though he would never admit it. The two of you sat on a run down bridge that looked old and crumbly. 
    “Don’t come anymore.” He said sipping from the water bottle. 
    “Huh? Why?” You asked looking over at him. 
    “I am able to get myself food and water more often now.” 
    “Well duh...That’s obvious...I had noticed you started gaining weight like three months ago.” You paused. “I meant that as a good thing.” \
    “I know you did.” He said, talking slow like he always did, being sure to pronounce each syllable of the word. “But still.” He stood up and stretched out a bit. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” 
    “Bullshit!” You called. “Fei...What’s up with you?” You asked softly. 
    “Get out of this region. Leave and don’t come back. Make a life for yourself.” He said in that same demanding tone of his. “I have. it’s time you do too.” He turned and faced away from you. “Goodbye.” 
    “Will I see you again?” You asked standing up and staring at his back. 
    “If you do...It will end up with you dying.” And those were his final words as he walked away.
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    Each week after that you brought food to your usual meet up spot. Enough for two. But he never came. It took about five weeks for you to finally get it through your head that he...was gone. 
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    You had made a life for yourself outside of Meteor City. You had moved away to a nice countryside where everything was peaceful and relaxed. Life was almost perfect. Your job had provided you with enough money to live comfortably and go on vacations every couple of years. However, something in your life was missing. And you knew exactly what it was. However, the only thing you had taking up your mind at the moment was your vacation to York New City. Everything with the Phantom Troupe had just ended. The city assured visitors that the troupe was dead, and not a single one remained to roam free any longer. That news gave you comfort. 
    Stepping off the train, the bright lights of the city were burning brightly in your face, even though it was nighttime. You had wanted to enjoy it more, so you went to your hotel, put down your things and quickly headed out for a fun night on the town. You had your purse in one hand, and your other was free and by your side. 
    About 20 minutes of walking had passed before you had reached an old abandoned part of town. That little child that still lived inside you urged you to go and explore it. ‘A look around couldn’t hurt.’ You thought to yourself. Your shoes gently clacked along the sidewalk as you continued to walk. Through the allies and dust ridden streets. All of it reminded you of a place a long time ago, and an old friend whom you hadn’t seen in ages. 
    However, your nostalgia had faded the moment you heard a small gust of wind come from behind you. It had made you pause where you stood, and your whole happy demeanor shifted. In the last few years you had spent with Feitan, he had taught you some self defense. 
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    “Your small...like me...and easy prey for anyone.” The black haired boy said, standing up from his spot beside you. You were sitting on the edge of Meteor City where there was some dead grass. 
    “And why is this important?” Your thirteen year old self said to the thirteen year old boy beside you. 
    “I can’t always save your ass.” He replied in a slow and snarky way. 
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    That little training session had taught you a lot. Like how to unconsciously use zetsu. Of course back then you had no idea what it meant, after doing some research on it when you were older you learned it was helpful. So, you masked your presence from the person who was currently following you. You gently slipped off your shoes to limit the sound of your feet on the ground and silently began to walk forward again. 
    A woman had pinned you against the wall behind you with strength outnumbering your own. She had a large nose, a blonde bobcat, and her chest was exposed from how many buttons were unbuttoned. 
    “Who are you?” She demanded. “Why are you here? Who sent you?” She asked, holding a knife to your throat. You gulped and steadied your breathing, another thing that Feitan had taught you. Her eyes were directly on yours. ‘Good’ You thought to yourself. You lifted your leg to kick the knife out of her hand, but her other hand caught your leg with ease. You used that momentum to flip yourself over and kick the knife out of her hand. However, her hand remained grabbed tightly onto your ankle. 
    You moved and started kicking your free foot into her arm, it wouldn’t do much damage to someone like her, but would at least leave some bruising. She grumbled something along the lines of, ‘I’m gonna kill you,’ and grabbed your other leg, sending you to the ground on your back. You coughed up a little blood and used the shoes in your hand to throw harshly at her face. It caused her hands on your ankles to falter just enough in order for you to get up and start running. “If you can’t win. Run.” You heard from the memory of your old friend. You were panting and looked behind you to see if she had been following. However she stopped. And just watched from a distance. You had no idea what hit you until you were on your stomach with your face pushed to the ground and a foot harshly stepping onto your back. 
    “I’m gonna enjoy this kill...,” A familiar slow voice said from above you. Your eyes widened and you stopped moving. “Scared?” He asked teasingly. 
    “F-fei...?” You questioned and let out a cough right after. The black haired man currently standing above you felt his eyes widen ever so slightly. His grip softened and he released you. You coughed on the ground and sat up, looking as dirty as you did as a child. 
    “Leave.” He stated. “...or you will die.” 
    “Fei wait! Talk to me it’s been year-,” You were cut off when a strong hand wrapped around your neck from behind and held it harshly. 
    “You know her Feitan? How great!” A happy blonde said lifting up your body off the ground by your neck. “Let’s take her to the boss! I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet her!” 
    “No...,” The black haired man said looking at the blonde. 
    “Flip a coin. Call it in the air.” The woman from before said and flipped a coin. 
    “Tails.” Feitan called. Unfortunately the coin landed on heads. 
    You had quickly felt the air escaping your lungs. You scratched and struggled and squirmed in his grip for all but no avail. 
    “She’s got fire! I think the boss will have fun!” He said happily and dropped you onto your knees. You gasped and wrapped your hands gently around your sensitive throat. After regaining a bit of oxygen in your body, the three had started to lead you with them. You were silent with your head facing downward.    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
    Once you had gotten to the hideout, you saw how everyone laid around relaxed and only really looked up when they saw your figure. It was quiet, dark, and damp. It was cold and held hostility. 
    “Hey Boss! Look what we found! She is very entertaining!” The blonde said happily into the dimly lit room. A man whom sat at the center of the room looked up from his book and made direct eye contact with you. You felt a shiver run down your spine and glanced away to avoid eye contact. 
    “Why is she here Shalnark?” He asked leaning back a bit. 
    “She was coming here. She knew how to use Zetsu...and she gave Pakunoda a few good bruises. I thought she would be entertaining!” He admitted almost like you weren’t a person at all. 
    “Tell me.” The leader said, looking at you once again. Even with looking away from him you still felt the intense eyes on you. “Why are you here?” 
    “Fuck off.” You spat and kept looking away from him. 
    “Feisty...Maybe we can force it out of you.” He said and leaned back more. 
    “She seems annoying.” A black haired girl with glasses said, looking up from whatever she was doing. 
    “Her attacks were...,” The blonde girl said. “Not experienced...but definitely survival.”
    “I’ll ask one more time.” The man up front said. “Why did you come here? To the den of spiders?” 
    “Spiders?” You whispered. Then you eyes widened and you shot a look over at Feitan. However he didn’t move, just kept is eyes forward in a bored way. 
    “Ah...So it seems you know him. Feitan, care to explain.” 
    “She is an old friend. From Meteor City.” He said slowly. 
    “A native?” The blonde asked. 
    “...no.” You said and looked up at the boss. “I lived right outside the city.” 
    “So still in poverty. I’m sure being that close to the city, you had met Feitan before correct?” 
    “Yes...,” You said softly. 
    “Were you trying to find him?” 
    “No...I-I’m on vacation...I came to the city to enjoy it...But this area reminded me of home...so...I took a walk...,” You admitted and looked down. “Are you going to kill me?” 
    “Probably. You know where out hideout is now.” He said and sighed. “Though I don’t care. You will either stay, or die.” 
    “Die!” Most of them shouted. 
    “Stay.” Feitan said loud enough beside you to allow him to hear.  
    “Then we flip a coin.” He stated and pulled out the same coin that the girl had. He flipped it. “I call tails.” And it landed on it’s head. “Then she shall stay. Feitan, she is your responsibility now.” He stated and that was it. Everyone went back to what they were doing. 
    “Come.” He stated and started walking down the hallway. You quickly followed behind, now noticing the slight height difference. You were only taller by a few centimeters, but it was taller. Once out of sight from the Troupe he paused. “I told you to leave.” 
    “And I wanted to see you again! It has been years after you left! Now letters. No pictures. No post cards! Nothing! I still waited for a whole month for you to come back and you didnt!” You shot at him. 
    “Still a loudmouth?” 
    “Still a heartless sadist?” 
    “It’s more of a hobby.” He said coldly, but you knew it was a joke. You smiled softly and stepped closer to him. 
    “Your so pale...Were you always this pale?” 
    “Yes. Where you always this annoying?” 
    “You know it.” You replied. 
    There was a long moment of silence between the two of you. You stepped closer to him and hesitantly reached up, and gripped on to his collar. You slowly pulled it down and moved your face closer to his, of course it was all slow and hesitant. The only time it wasn’t was when he craned his neck forward to finally meet your lips. 
    The kiss wasn’t long, or deep, but definitely was not one a friend would give. You gently pulled away from him and he did the same. Your cheeks were warm and his had the slightest tinge of pink on them, that is if you looked hard enough. 
    “Come with me.” He said lifting up the collar around his neck. “I’ll show you where you will be staying.” 
    And even though you were in a damp, dark, musky, run down building that was probably going to collapse. Everything finally felt perfect once again. 
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if you ever get in the mood to write anything take it back part two would be lovely���� only if you’re okay with it of course
Y’all the sheer amount of requests I’ve gotten for this..🤯 Idk what exactly you want because it felt pretty complete to me but you win lol here it is.
take it back: pt. 2
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He’s always an early riser. You love that about him. Productive and motivated almost to a fault, Grayson Dolan can always be counted on to answer his phone at the ripe time of 7:45 AM.
So when your 8:13 AM call goes to voicemail, your stomach drops.
Granted, it did ring all the way through; he could be sleeping, or working out, or...busy.
But he always manages to answer for you. Even if he’s huffing for breath in-between sets, or barely cognizant of where he is or what time it is after an afternoon nap, you can usually count on his deep voice to be on the other line of that phone.
You feel incredibly vulnerable and somehow more exposed than ever as you lie naked under your covers, just as you were when he left a few hours ago. A gaping part of you left in the open with his potential rejection. Just as you had probably done to him in the early hours of the morning.
Your heart joins your stomach, and you can’t stop yourself from typing out a text to cover yourself.
Did you make it home ok?
You toss your phone with a frustrated sigh to the side of the bed and draw your covers up to your nose. The empty space is vast and cold and makes your throat tighten.
Your phone buzzes, and you snatch it up. A snap from your best friend.
Instagram notifications.
A ‘good morning, have a good day’ text from your mom.
Another Snapchat. A work email. More texts from people who don’t have a little strong arm emoji next to their name.
You’re about to try and pull some sort of reverse psychology bullshit on yourself and go take a shower and pretend like you’re not going to expect a reply from him by the time you get out. But then, just as you’ve tossed your blankets and sheets aside, your phone buzzes fatefully.
[Gray💪🏼] Yeah, thanks
Ironically enough, it’s the worst reply you could have hoped for even though it’s the most logical one.
You bite your lip, chewing it worriedly as you continue your trip to the bathroom. Despite the fact that he responded completely appropriately, you don’t think you’re imagining the dryness in his two words. As stupid and ridiculous as it seems, you know Grayson well enough to detect that.
Good.
Are you busy today?
That’s safe enough. Your surge of bravery has dissipated since he clearly chose to ignore your call in favor of texting. You don’t want to scare him with anything as heavy and loaded as “can we talk?”
You lean against the counter and watch the bubbles pop up on the screen.
[Gray💪🏼] Nah not really. I’m tired tho
Fuck. The rejection before the offer hurts. Your eyes prickle stubbornly.
But then you look in the mirror, and your focus is drawn to a couple of distinct purple marks on your collarbone. You finger them delicately, and rather than the annoyance you might have felt with anyone else, your heart warms.
He’s broken yet another rule. And now, so are you — excited and pleased by the evidence of himself he’s left on your skin.
And you remember the thought that prompted this whole thing to begin with. You’re scared, but it’s worth it. He’s worth it.
Your fingers fly. Can I come over? Please?
He takes long enough to reply that your phone screen goes black, and another minute passes before you realize how idiotic you must look standing naked in your bathroom staring at a blank screen. This is the shit about relationships that you don’t like: the fear, the games, the unknowns. It’s almost too much already.
You distract yourself by turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature right where you want it. And when you turn back around, blood pounds in your ears when you see the lit screen through the reflection of the mirror.
[Gray💪🏼] Okay
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If you’ve ever taken a quicker shower, you don’t remember when. You rinsed the night off for good, barely detangling any knots from your hair before instinctively reaching for one of his sweatshirts to pair with your jean shorts without even realizing it. It hits you as you throw on some eyebrow gel and mascara where your top came from, and you debate taking it off in case he’s upset with you.
You wouldn’t blame him if he were. The mixed signals you had thrown at him last night were inconsiderate to say the least. Blowing him off only to run right back into his arms, but with more clarity to be fair to yourself just a little bit.
You toss your lip gloss on the counter before you can do what you do best and overthink every aspect of this man, and head straight out the door.
When he lets you into his house half an hour later, he looks hesitant and drawn, but not unkind. Flushed fresh from a workout. Muscles glistening familiarly. Hair flopping into his face. It’s all incredibly distracting, but you push those thoughts aside as you smile at him sheepishly and pass through the open door.
“What’s up?” he asks once he’s led you into the kitchen.
You sit on a barstool and chew a piece of skin around your thumbnail as he watches you out of the corner of his eye while he chugs from his hydroflask. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow, and you look away for a moment to gather your nerve.
“I wanted to...talk,” you manage to spit out. You take your thumb out of your mouth in favor of playing with a leaf that had fallen from the flower vase in front of you. You can’t meet his eyes right now.
There’s a silence long enough that it makes you finally look up at him. He’s staring at you, brow cocked slightly, arms crossed across his broad chest.
“Okay. About what?”
You stare back. His handsome face gives you the confidence and courage to keep going.
“I’m bad at this,” you admit. The leaf crumples in your fingertips. “Talking. Relationships. All of it.”
“I know. So am I.”
You smile, small but grateful. He returns it.
“I told you to take it back. That kiss you gave me, before you left.”
Grayson’s cheeks, having returned to a normal hue in the AC, then pink again. He glances off to the side and clears his throat, a hand running through his messy hair. “Uh, yeah. I remember.”
Your heart disintegrates as much as the leaf in your grasp at the visible proof that you had, indeed, hurt him on some level. But you’re here to make it right. For both of you. In whatever ass-backwards way you can think of to make that happen, because you definitely haven’t thought the words out at all.
“Well... I want — I take it back,” you admit quietly.
The fear and frustration are all worth it when you see the utter look of surprise cross his features. His eyes are grey this morning, one of their many colors and your personal favorite, and they widen almost comically. His pretty pink lips part slightly, his fist clenching on the counter for a brief moment.
But then he has a few seconds to process your confession, and your heart skips a beat when you see the corner of his mouth turn up enough to expose a dimple. “You take back your ‘take it back?’”
You bite your lip through your own smile as his grows wider, and you nod. “Yeah. I do.”
“Why?”
You hadn’t expected that. But shockingly, it’s the easiest part of this whole ordeal.
You reach your hand out and wrap your slim fingers around his thick, calloused ones, gripping them tightly. “Because. You’re you. And I’m happiest when you’re around, no matter what activity we may or may not be doing.”
He laughs, and you tug on his hand to indicate you want him to join you without a slab of marble separating the two of you.
“And because you’re the only person I could ever imagine breaking all of my rules for. And if you can forgive me for being such a hardheaded idiot, I’d really like to prove that to you.”
Now directly in front of you, Grayson towers above you. He grins and lets go of your hand to wrap your arms around his waist, then cups your cheeks in both hands. You close your eyes and you sigh at the feel of those giant palms holding you so tenderly, and the urge to run doesn’t affect you even the tiniest bit.
He leans down, until you feel him stop just centimeters from meeting your lips with his. Your lashes flutter open confusedly, only to see those eyes looking at you with an affectionate expression you’ve never let yourself consider too deeply until now.
“If you really want to take back your take it back,” he whispers, his breath fanning against your sensitive lips and making you shiver, “then come and get it.”
Your whole body heats at his words, and you giggle before throwing yourself completely into his arms and crushing your lips together. He chuckles too against your mouth, and shifts his hands under your ass so you can wrap your legs around his waist, your kiss heated and sincere but also playful.
“Can I take all of you back?” you ask him once you’ve pulled away for a moment, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.
You’re so caught up in his face that you’re unaware that he’s moving the two of you down the hall until his bedroom door shuts quickly behind him with his swift kick.
“All of me, baby. All of me.”
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