#shaking with the intensity of how badly I'm looking forward to it

[proosh]

cavefic will be out at some point on friday morning (australian time). please gird thy loins and prepare for it.

[chvoswxtch]

look at me

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank just wants to show you how pretty he thinks you are.

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3k

a/n: y'all wanted a spicy sequel to pretty, and if there's one thing i'm gonna do, it's keep my frankie lovers fed. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

The smile that tugged at the corners of Frank’s mouth was playful, flirtatious even, with a hint of mischief threatening to split open his lips to showcase his teeth. The look in his eyes however was anything but. Their usual warmth of chocolate had been completely eclipsed by almost pure obsidian, as if his pupils had blown completely wide open, leaving the faint rings of iris glowing with a ravenous hunger. A crisp tremor fell down your spine in conjunction with a blazing trail of heat that followed the path of his unwavering stare, and you couldn’t pinpoint what you were more tipsy on at this point; the tequila or him.

Frank hadn’t moved an inch since extending his invitation. As badly as you wanted to accept it, a tiny voice of insecurity echoed in the back of your head.

“Frank…don’t mess with me like this.”

“Do I look like I’m jokin’?”

There was a clear challenge laced in Frank’s words and in the arch of his brow, daring you to question the authenticity of his offer. He had never lied to you before, and he had no reason to start now. You also knew Frank would never be as cruel as to lead you on with false intentions. 

“No.”

“Then quit bein’ stubborn, and do as you’re told.”

It took everything in you to hold back the moan that threatened to slip at those words. Your body seemed to be obedient to Frank’s commands instead of your own, because you were abruptly rising from your seat, closing the short distance on wobbly legs to stand in front of Frank. He didn’t give you another chance to hesitate, large hands grabbing at your hips to pull you fully onto his lap, causing you to reach out and grip onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself. The teasing smirk that occupied his lips split into a proud grin at your reaction.

“Attagirl.”

Your eyes fell shut at the gravel of his praise hitting your ears, instinctively digging your nails into the muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt as a heavy shudder left your lips.

“Look at me.”

As your eyes fluttered open, you noticed the intensity in Frank’s eyes had softened considerably. One of his large hands came up to seek out a home beneath your jaw, fingers curling around the back of your neck while his thumb traced your bottom lip carefully.

“This alright?”

“Yes, Frankie.”

The voice that left your lips didn’t even sound like it belonged to you. It was higher in pitch, nearly breathless, and overflowing with a need you’d never experienced before.

“The second it ain’t, you’ll tell me, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Frank leaned in slightly, and you thought he was going to kiss you, but confusion quickly settled between your brows when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead instead.

“What-”

All of a sudden Frank stood to his full height, and you immediately clung to him as he carried you down the hall towards his bedroom with both of his large hands securely placed on your ass.

“Wanna show you somethin’.”

A pout instantly formed on your lips when he put you back down onto your feet, shaking his head as he flipped the light switch on in his bedroom.

“Aw c’mon, don’t look at me like that. C’mere.”

“What are you doing?”

“Told you I wanna show you somethin’.”

Frank placed his hand on your lower back and guided you forward until you stood in front of his bed. You eyed him curiously as he looked down at you with a smirk, twisting your body around with his hands until you stood with your back to him. Your puzzlement only grew as you realized you and Frank were standing in front of his closet that had mirrors for doors. Catching his eye in your reflection, your breath hitched as Frank pulled you back firmly against his chest, and for the first time you were able to see just how much bigger than you he actually was. He had over a foot of height on you easily, and his frame was so broad compared to yours, the thought occurred to you that if Frank was standing in front of you, no one would be able to see you at all.

“Tell me what you see.”

“That you’re fucking huge, Frank.”

A cocky grin took over Frank’s mouth as he chuckled lowly, settling his hands on your waist and squeezing gently while shaking his head.

“You ain’t s’posed to be lookin’ at me, sweetheart.”

“How can I not?”

You weren’t sure where this boldness was coming from. Five minutes ago you thought you were gonna melt into a puddle in the middle of the kitchen when Frank called you pretty. Now, the way he was staring back at you in the reflection of the mirror had confidence igniting in your bloodstream. 

“Eyes on you.”

“But-”

“Thought you were my good girl, hm?”

Letting out a soft whine of frustration, you watched as Frank brought his hand up to grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head so that your view was on yourself.

“You see her?”

Giving a slight nod of your head, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Ain’t she beautiful?”

Heat flushed through your cheeks as you nodded slightly again, resisting the urge to take Frank’s thumb into your mouth when he gently pried your lip from your teeth.

“C’mon baby, let me hear you. Tell me.”

“Y-yes.”

“See them beautiful eyes? Get lost in ‘em every time you look at me, sweetheart. And these pretty, soft lips? Always wondered if they tasted as good as they looked.”

“Frank-”

A low chuckle sounded near your ear when you let out a desperate whimper, and Frank pressed his thumb against your parted lips gently.

“You’re an impatient little thing, you know that? Didn’t I say I was gonna show you how pretty I thought you were? You gonna behave and let me?”

Letting your head fall back against Frank’s chest with another frustrated whine, you nodded your head furiously. He lightly tapped his thumb against your lips, causing you to open your eyes, and you watched as his fingers slipped just barely beneath the hem of the shirt you wore.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

“Arms up, baby.”

Quickly lifting your arms above your head, you felt goosebumps erupt all over you as Frank’s warm fingertips lightly traced over your skin when he lifted your shirt to pull it over your head. Letting it drop to the floor, his eyes remained fixated on you as he lightly tapped the button on your jeans with his index finger.

“These too?”

“Frank, please.”

You should be embarrassed at how needy you sounded. He hadn’t hardly touched you, hadn’t even kissed you yet, and you were already a pathetic mess. Frank’s fingers easily popped the button on your jeans and tugged the zipper down at a pace that had your chest nearly heaving with anticipation. You sent a silent thanks up to whoever was listening that you had worn a decent cute pair of panties that somewhat matched your bra. As your jeans got caught around your knees, you were prepared to kick them off yourself, but Frank gripped firmly onto your waist and caught your gaze in the mirror.

“Let me.”

Even as he sank to his knees behind you to push the denim down your calves, his body still swallowed yours. A quiet whine caught in your throat at the sight of him rising back up to tower above you once your jeans were completely out of the way. His eyes hadn’t left yours once in the mirror, permanently fixated on you as he teasingly trailed the light touch of his fingers back up the path from your ankles up to your hips. 

“Where you s’posed to be lookin’?”

Quickly averting your gaze back to your own reflection, you felt heat spreading across your cheeks again, but it wasn’t due to desire this time. Frank kept one hand firmly on your hip as his other swiftly unhooked your bra behind your back, causing you to suck in a surprised gasp. He carefully pushed each strap down your shoulder until gravity took over, a low groan emitting in the back of his throat as your nipples instantly peaked from the change in temperature. Digging deep crescent moons into your palms, your hands twitched as you instinctively went to cover yourself, only halting when one of Frank’s large hands grasped both of your wrists to lock them in place.

“Don’t you dare.”

There was a warning in his voice that echoed in his eyes. You were almost completely exposed in front of Frank, and he wasn’t going to let you cower behind your hands. His lips parted slightly as he drank in your figure, eyes wandering over every single inch of your skin. He placed his palms on the outsides of your thighs, moving them upwards slowly to grab onto your full hips, brushing his scarred knuckles along the curves of your waist, and pressing the rough pads of his fingers into the softness of your stomach as his large hands nearly covered you completely. Frank lightly skimmed his thumbs over your nipples before cupping your breasts into his large hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Your back arched as you pushed your chest further into his touch, letting out a slow moan of surprise as your ass pushed back against the hardness you felt straining against his jeans.

“You are so goddamn beautiful. Can’t you feel that?”

Frank trailed open mouthed kisses along your shoulder as he lazily teased your nipples with his fingers, attaching his lips to your neck to kiss and suck softly, occasionally sinking his teeth delicately into your skin. Your hips began to move of their own volition as you let your head fall back once more on his chest, grinding back against his erection as you gave him further access to your neck.

“That’s it, baby. Move that ass against me, just like that. Love this fuckin’ ass.”

Frank nearly growled in your ear as his right palm came down in a sudden smack, causing you to let out a needy whimper. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you backwards, pressing one final kiss to your neck as he sat down on the bed behind you. Blinking a few times, you stared at him in the mirror, the ache between your thighs becoming unbearable at the wildness in his eyes.

“I ain’t done lookin’ at you, yet.”

Frank looped his fingers beneath the edges of your panties, tugging them down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles. His hands were back on you in a flash, dragging you down onto his lap and spreading your thighs apart, pushing your legs over his massive thighs until your knees were on the outsides of his. A husky moan reverberated in his chest and it had you clenching around nothing. Looking at him in the mirror, your mouth nearly fell open at the reflection of him licking his lips while staring at your glistening pussy like a man yearning for his last meal.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fuckin’...I do that to you, baby?”

Frank lightly dug the pads of his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs as he grabbed them, moving them inwards to touch the wetness that slicked your inner thighs. The featherlight contact had your hips chasing his touch, mewling as you gripped onto his muscular thighs and pleaded pathetically.

“Please Frankie…please…just…touch me. I can’t…need it, please. Need-”

A shockwave jolted your body forward as his thumb applied the tiniest bit of pressure to your clit. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest, pressing his cheek to yours as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Easy, baby. Gonna make you feel good, I promise. Want you to watch. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? C’mon, open those pretty eyes. Let me see ‘em.”

Opening your eyes slowly, you stared at Frank in the mirror with parted lips, face contorting into an expression of agony as his hand hovered over where you wanted it most. He kissed along your jawline softly, flashing you a quick toothy grin.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl. Want you to watch, yeah?”

You nodded your head frantically, feeling the denim of Frank’s jeans getting caught beneath your nails from how hard you were gripping onto his thick thighs. He dipped two fingers into the source of your wetness, easily gliding them up to begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive nub. You had been so worked up this entire time, you thought you were going to combust already. 

“Frankie-”

“I know, baby. I know. S’alright. You can have whatever you want.”

You were absolutely fucking mesmerized as you watched him touch you in the mirror. Frank had you propped between his legs like a cello, one hand firmly gripped onto the curve of your waist, while his other moved back and forth, using two fingers to play you to a piece of his own creation, eliciting a melody of notes from your lips that only encouraged him to play with even more precision. The second he slipped one of his thick fingers inside you, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. If that was how only one of his fingers felt…

“Oh my god, Frank-”

“Look so fuckin’ beautiful like this, baby. Sound so goddamn pretty sayin’ my name like that.”

Frank slipped another finger inside you, coaxing a loud moan from the depth of your chest at the stretch. You chased his touch with your hips as he flattened his palm against your core, thumb still strumming at your clit while his fingers curled upwards in a beckoning manner over and over, inviting you to follow him to the edge of your release.

“Please please please…”

“Attagirl, keep movin’ those hips like that. Don’t gotta wait on me, baby. You let go when you’re ready.”

“Frankie…I….oh…”

“Could watch you all goddamn day like this. C’mon baby, let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart. Let me hear my name, sweetheart. You can have it, it’s yours. C’mon baby, take it.”

Frank disappeared completely from your view as your orgasm crashed over you like a merciless wave wiping out a sandcastle, sending the remnant pieces of your body back into the comforting tide of his strong chest. His name fell from your lips over and over and over like it was the only word you knew. Frank’s voice sounded distant as his honey sweet words dripped into your ear, his strong arms enveloping you like a warm blanket, rocking you delicately on his lap as you languidly drifted down from the cloud he’d catapulted you onto. 

Something warm and plush settled against your lips, and it took your brain a moment to register that it was Frank’s mouth finally against yours. A soft noise of recognition sounded in your throat and Frank pulled back slightly with a grin, brushing his large nose against yours.

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

“You kissed me.”

“Did a lot more than that.”

A blush bloomed furiously on your cheeks, and Frank chuckled as you tried to hide your face into his bicep.

“Ah ah, no hidin’. Not from me.”

“Frankie, I’m…very naked.”

“Mhm, lucky me.”

Tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him, you gently caressed his jaw and pursed your lips into a full pout.

“And you’re very clothed. That’s not exactly fair.”

“Aw, hell. Quit lookin’ at me like that.”

Frank grumbled under his breath as he leaned in to quickly kiss your pout away, easily managing to flip your bodies over and trap you beneath his large form as he pinned you to the mattress beneath him. Despite the size difference between your bodies, Frank fit so perfectly against you that it almost made you want to cry. You weren’t sure if it was the leftover tequila in your blood, the haze of pure bliss starting to dissipate, or that tiny voice of insecurity shouting in your head again, but your emotions were swirling around hazardously like a tornado threatening to tear everything apart, and you needed an answer.

“Frankie?”

The vulnerability in your voice had him snapping his attention to your face, and whatever he saw had that flame that had been burning in his eyes extinguished with a sudden chill of something resembling fear. 

“You…you mean this, right?”

“What?”

“This…it’s not…not just because we’ve been drinking, right?”

“Sweetheart-”

“You’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me, are you?”

“Sorry for you? What-hold on, where’s this comin’ from?”

“I don’t know, Frank. You tell me. Where is this coming from?”

Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he gazed down at you, shaking his head slowly as a tiny smile took over the side of his mouth.

“Ya’know, if you spent half as much time payin’ attention as you did talkin’, you woulda had this answer a long time ago.”

A deep furrow settled between your brows at Frank’s response, and the crypticness of it had irritation flooding your system. 

“What the hell does that-”

Frank chuckled against your mouth as he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his fingers around one of your wrists to place your palm over his heart.

“Here, baby. It’s comin’ from here.”

“But I don’t-”

“Sweetheart, just stop talkin’ and let me take care of you, yeah? I ain’t done with you yet.”

[punkshort]

look what we've become - ch.7

Chapter Summary: Joel needs to know where you were taken, so he goes to the only people who would have the answers.

Chapter Warnings: language, graphic depictions of violence, torture, blood

WC: 5.3K

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"Joel!" Ellie yelled, shaking his shoulder, pulling him out of a deep sleep.

"What?" he asked, irritated as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, realizing the sun was up and you never woke him.

"Goddamnit," he muttered, standing and grabbing his gear. "Why didn't she wake me?"

"She's gone!" Ellie said, sounding a little breathless.

Joel felt his legs go weak and the blood rush to his head as Ellie's words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What?"

"She's gone," Ellie repeated. "Her shit's still here, though, so it's not like she left us. But I can't find her anywhere."

"W-where - what d'you mean she's... oh, shit," Joel stammered. He fell back onto the bed as his vision went narrow and his chest tightened under his palm. He felt like he could barely drag in a breath, fighting like hell to keep from passing out. He let his head hang between his knees as he struggled to breathe while the pain in his chest intensified.

"Joel?" Ellie said, her voice sounding miles away even though she was kneeling down right next to him. "Joel! What's going on?!"

"It's fine," he gasped, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog in his brain, but it was no use.

"You're not fucking fine! Are you having a heart attack? What do I do?!"

"I'm not-" Joel cut himself off and took in a ragged breath. "I'm not havin' a heart attack."

Jesus Christ, how could he let this happen?

"I'll get you some water," Ellie said, standing up to dig through his pack for his canteen. She held it out to him and he took it weakly, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips.

"You sure she isn't patrolin' the building?" His voice was raspy as his vision began to widen again. Please, just walk through the door.

"Pretty sure. Her gun was on the ground downstairs," Ellie said, turning around to pick up the pistol from her bed to show him. He felt himself begin to spiral again and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to be focused. He needed to get you back. He needed you to be safe.

"Put that down," he told her, rubbing his eyes.

"It's just the two of us, what if the people who took her come back?" Ellie protested, and Joel dropped his hand to glare at her.

"How d'you know she was taken?" he demanded, even though he already came to the same conclusion himself, he just wasn't ready to admit it.

"What else could it have been?" she shrugged. "Her gun's here, her pack's here, the truck is still here. And she's nowhere to be found. She wouldn't just leave us, right?"

Joel stared at Ellie for a moment, his brows furrowed as he tried to decide how much he should share with a teenager.

He just grunted in response, sitting back and taking a deep breath in while rubbing his chest, doing his best to hide the intense fear that was coursing through his veins. "I'll look around, see if there's any tracks or somethin' that might lead us in the right direction." He stood on shaky legs to scoop up his rifle.

"I'll come with you, watch your back," she said, leaning down to grab her pack.

"No you won't, you'll stay right here," Joel scolded as he headed to the door, still feeling a little lightheaded but the panic attack was subsiding.

Ellie rolled her eyes and dropped her backpack in a huff, watching as Joel made his way down the stairs towards the front door of the fire hall.

Once Joel was safely out of sight, behind a few trees where he knew Ellie couldn't see him, he fell forward and allowed himself to just be weak. First, by gripping his knees and breathing deeply, then by falling to the ground on his hands and knees, letting his head rest against the dirt as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill down his face.

How could he fuck this up so badly? How could he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, and the first chance someone got, they took you. No wonder you didn't want to marry him or start a family. How could he possibly keep you or anybody else safe? He just failed time and time again.

Someone must have followed them and he didn't notice. He was too tired and old to recognize when he was being tailed. And it might have cost you your life.

In his craze, he had half a mind to just leave Ellie. His first instinct was to take off, knowing she would just slow him down. But you had a soft spot for the kid, and you so desperately wanted to help her. It was clear as day that you cared for her. He couldn't abandon Ellie after you risked it all to find her family. He wouldn't do that to you. Especially if it was your last wish.

"Stop thinkin' like that," he muttered to himself. With a groan, he pushed off the ground and made himself stand up. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could do this. He just had to focus. He could find you. He would find you, if it was the last thing he ever did.

He opened his eyes and looked around. What could he see? What could lead him to you? He walked the perimeter of the building, looking for any sign - a scrap of clothing, a drop of blood, anything that would draw him in the right direction, but there was nothing.

Next, he examined the truck. Why wouldn't they take the truck? He looked at the ground, hoping to find some tire tracks, but the dry fucking desert left nothing for him to trace. They must have had their own vehicle.

Frustrated, he stormed back inside, his fingers raking through his hair as he stomped up the steps.

"Find anything?" Ellie asked, jumping up from the bed. He could tell she was worried, and if he was in a better frame of mind, he might have cared. But all he could think about was you, and what was happening to you at that very moment while he wasted all this time.

"No," he said, his voice gruff as he paced the room and tried to plot his next move. Ellie watched him for a few minutes, not wanting to anger him further but trying to find the right balance and help.

"Who could've taken her? And why not all of us? Why just her?" Ellie wondered out loud.

Joel paused, her words unlocking something.

"Your uncle," Joel started, turning on her. "He told me somethin' when we were there. Said there's slavers that'll pay good money for her. Tried to convince me to -" Joel fell back on the mattress behind him, his head spinning.

"Wait, what?" Ellie asked, standing up now. "How would he know that?"

"Uh," Joel stammered, his mind going a mile a minute. He probably shouldn't have said that to her, he was just thinking out loud. If you were here, you would have known what to do.

"Did he sell me?!" Ellie's face was ghostly white as she connected the dots.

"I don't know," Joel told her, trying to focus on the main issue. He couldn't deal with this right now, he had to find you.

"He did, didn't he?" Ellie continued, tears welling up in her eyes. "That's how they got past his cameras. That's why I don't remember."

Joel sighed and looked up at her. He didn't have much of a choice.

"Yeah, probably," he finally admitted. "It's why we wanted to get you outta there. Somethin' felt off."

"Motherfuckers," Ellie muttered, and Joel raised his eyebrows.

"We gotta go back," Joel told her, standing up quickly. "Get your stuff. That asshole knows who did this."

Ellie helped direct him back to her uncle's house once a few hours passed and he got closer to the city. He stopped the truck a mile away from the house, parking in an abandoned lot, hiding among other cars, just in case.

"We'll wait til sundown," Joel said as he turned off the engine. It was only a couple hours, but each passing minute he spent not tracking you down made his stomach twist tighter and tighter.

"Then what?"

"Then, I sneak back in there, take 'em by surprise and get the information outta him," Joel replied, staring out the window, looking for any movement.

"How are you gonna get by the cameras?" Ellie asked him. He shrugged.

"Don't know. Guess I try to time it before be sets up the motion alerts. It's a gamble but it's all I got."

"You should go after dinner," she said. He turned to finally look at her, waiting for her to explain. "They like to drink after dinner."

He nodded, dropping his gaze and watching as her hands nervously fidgeted in her lap.

"I know this is your family and all-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Do what you gotta do. They aren't my family anymore," she said, blinking away the tears and looking out her window.

"Right," he said. "Reckon they aren't."

They sat a few minutes in silence, both lost in their own thoughts, before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry all this happened," he said quietly. "Ain't none of it your fault."

Ellie turned to him and tried to keep the surprise from her face.

"Thanks," was all she said, and he gave her a firm nod before reaching behind him to grab his rifle. He checked it was fully loaded before moving on to his revolver, doing the same checks. Once he was satisfied, he rummaged around in his pack for his hunter's knife, then looped it through his belt so it sat on his back hip. Ellie watched him carefully before taking a deep breath and asking him the question she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to.

"What are you gonna do to them?"

He paused, then straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Whatever I have to," he said lowly, and Ellie felt a shiver travel down her spine. She didn't ask any more questions after that.

As the sun began to set, Joel took a deep breath and double checked his gear before turning to Ellie.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave the keys with you, just in case..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence. Ellie's brow furrowed.

"No way, dude. I'm coming with you."

"No, you ain't," he told her. "I can't be lookin' out for a kid while I'm in there."

"You won't have to look out for me, I'll have your back!" Ellie protested angrily.

"What the hell d'you think you're gonna do?" he replied, wondering why he was wasting time arguing with a teenager.

"I don't know! But it's better than sitting in this stupid car waiting for you to get back. It's not very safe, you know. Leaving a kid all alone out here," she told him, trying everything she could think of to change his mind. He clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. He didn't have time for this, he just needed to get the information and get the hell out of here.

"Fine. But you better stick by me, and listen to what I tell you," he seethed, then pushed the door open and hopped out, adjusting his pack over his shoulders as he headed in the direction of the house.

Joel couldn't believe he was having the same argument with Ellie that he has with you. Fuck, he hoped you were okay. If Ellie made it out alive with the same people, you should be able to, right? He couldn't ignore the pit in his stomach when he regrettably let his mind wander to what they would want from you. As far as he knew, Ellie was just used for manual labor. But history as proven there's something else men in particular want from you.

Once they got within earshot of the house, Joel held his arm out silently to stop Ellie. He turned his head to her and pressed a finger up against his lips, telling her to be quiet. She nodded, her breath quickening as her nerves began to set in, then followed close on Joel's tail as they made their way up to the house. He ducked under the window and flattened himself up against the siding, his eyes darting up to look at the cameras angled on the corners of the roof before slowly rising and peering over the windowsill.

The curtains were closed, but he was able to see in just a crack. The living room lights were on but he didn't see any movement inside. Just when he was about to give up and try a different angle, he heard June's muffled voice. He froze, watching as she waddled into the living room from the kitchen with a glass in her hand, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. She didn't appear to be alarmed, so Joel took that to mean they managed to sneak by the cameras undetected.

He reached to his side and wrapped his fingers around the grip of his revolver, slowly pulling it out of his holster and holding it up in front of him. He continued to watch as Dave ambled into the living room, holding a short glass with brown liquid in it. He set the glass down and bent over to tend to the fire.

Joel ducked back down and quickly made his way around the house to the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen. Ellie followed hot on his heels, her switchblade clutched tightly in her fist. He peered around the corner, making sure nobody came back into the kitchen before he tugged on the door. Locked. He put his revolver back in the holster and took out his knife, working over the lock with ease and slowly sliding the glass door open. Once Ellie was inside, he switched his knife for his gun. He flattened his hand and pushed it down, silently telling her to stay right here. She nodded, squatting down behind one of the kitchen chairs so she was out of sight.

He flattened himself against the wall next to the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room, listening to June and Dave talk about the meal they had just eaten, like they hadn't just sold a human being into slavery yet again. Based on the volume of her voice, he realized that June was heading back into the kitchen. He took a deep breath and widened his stance, the gun in his palm gripped tight as he waited for his moment.

"Did you want any cookies?" June asked over her shoulder. "Just made 'em today, they're-"

She let out a strangled cry as Joel hooked his arm tightly around her throat, spinning her around and pulling her back flush against his chest, his revolver pressing into her temple.

"Junebug?" Dave called, setting down his glass and pushing himself up from the sofa. Joel pushed her forward, the both of them stepping out into the living room, Joel using her body as a shield. Dave froze and Joel watched as all the blood drained from his face.

"What, weren't expectin' me?" Joel growled, and June whimpered against him.

"Wha-" Dave started, then swallowed audibly before trying again. "What'dya want?"

"I want you to tell me who the fuck you called, and where their camp is," Joel said through clenched teeth.

"I didn't call no one," Dave said, his eyes flitting around the room, trying to locate a weapon.

"Don't even think 'bout it," Joel warned, and Dave chuckled.

"C'mon, you ain't gonna hurt a woman," he said. Before Dave could blink, Joel pointed his revolver down to the ground and shot June right through the foot. She howled, her body instinctively bending forward to grab her wound, but Joel tugged her back.

"Better start talkin', or I won't be so nice next time."

"Okay, okay! Jesus!" Dave yelled, holding his hands up in the air and waving them, trying to calm Joel down. "Let her go, then I'll talk."

"Don't think so," Joel said.

"Listen, tie us up or somethin', just let her go," Dave pleaded.

"Funny hearin' you beg for your woman's life when you just sold mine to the highest bidder. Why should I be so generous?"

Dave was beginning to panic, his breaths were coming fast and his hands were shaking.

"You're right, I'm sorry, you're right. Just- please. Please. I'll tell ya whatever you wanna hear, just let her go."

Joel didn't have time for this. He didn't want to waste another minute arguing with this asshole when he could be heading to wherever you were. So, he agreed.

"Fine. I'll let her go, but I'm tyin' you both up," he said, turning back towards the kitchen and dragging June with him. He opened up a few drawers, leaving them rummaged through and open until he found a junk drawer with a pack of zip ties. He snatched them up and pushed June back into the living room. Tossing the pack on the floor, he nodded at Dave.

"Go ahead. Tie yourself up, then I'll do her," Joel said.

"Now, wait a minute. I ain't gonna tie myself first and have you go back on your word."

"Of the fucking two of us, I ain't the one who's lied, and you ain't the one to be makin' any goddamn demands!" Joel roared, his chest heaving. Dave cowered, raising his hands higher above his head and nodded.

"Alright, alright," he said shakily, then slowly leaned forward to pick up the zip ties. He opened the pack and was about to wrap up his wrists, but Joel stopped him.

"Ankles, too," he said. Dave looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it.

After tying his ankles and his hands at his waist, he limply tossed the pack of ties across the floor towards Joel.

"Sit down," he told June through gritted teeth, pushing her down into the armchair. She plopped down into the chair with a whimper, then quickly leaned down to clutch her foot.

Joel let his guard down for a minute. Just one minute to pick up the zip ties and it was all June needed. She brought her good leg down on the back of his head, knocking him down to the ground and sending his gun skittering across the room. His head bounced off the floor, making him see stars for a moment before he scrambled to try to stand back up, but she brought her leg down across his back with enough force to knock him down again.

"You son of a bitch!" she screeched at him. She tried to stand and grab his gun, but she stumbled, the bullet wound in her foot making her unable to walk.

"Get the gun, Junebug!" Dave yelled from his spot on the sofa. "Get the gun and shoot him in the goddamn head!"

Joel rolled onto his back to create distance from her so he could finally stand up. When he did, he realized the room had gone deathly silent. He swiveled his head around, trying to figure out why they stopped screaming, and then he saw Ellie. She was standing in the doorway with his rifle trained on June's head, her eyes hard and her hands still.

"Ellie," June whispered. She inched forward on the ground towards her, but Ellie just cocked the rifle. June froze.

"Ellie, you shoot that fucker right between the eyes," Dave ordered from the couch. When it became apparent that Ellie was not on their side, Joel bent down to pick up his revolver with a grunt. Dave nervously glanced back and forth between her and Joel.

"Ellie-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Did you sell me to them, too?" Her voice was unwavering, her gaze like daggers.

"'Course not," June said, interrupting them.

"Really? Then how'd he know who to call? How'd they get past your cameras?"

"How did you get past 'em?" June shrieked. "It ain't impossible!"

"June, just give it up," Dave said from behind her, his shoulders sagging.

The room was silent. Joel looked over at Ellie, then back at Dave.

"Gimme the gun, kiddo," Joel said gently, taking a step toward her with his hand out.

"I wanna hear him say it," she said, her grip tightening on the stock.

"Fine, we sold ya, that what you wanna hear? Paid for half the shit in that basement, too, and look at you - you're fuckin' fine!" Dave shouted, spit spraying from his lips. Ellie's brows furrowed and her eyes lit up in rage.

"What? You gonna kill me?" Dave asked with a laugh.

"She won't," Joel said, stepping in front of the rifle, blocking Ellie's shot. "But I will."

Dave's smile faltered as he looked up at Joel.

"Ellie?" Joel said over his shoulder, his eyes still glued to Dave.

"Yeah?"

"You got headphones?"

"Yeah."

"Go upstairs, put 'em on," Joel said, holding his arm out to his side. She paused for a moment before dropping the gun from her shoulder and handing him the rifle, then turned to head up the stairs.

"Wait! Ellie!" June sobbed, tears streaming down her face. But Ellie kept walking. "I'm sorry!" June added, hoping she would garner some sympathy.

"No, you ain't," Joel muttered, leaning the gun against the wall before turning back to her. "But you're gonna be."

An hour. He wasted a whole fucking hour with these assholes, playing their stupid games and listening to their pathetic pleas until his eye caught the time on the wall and his anger flared. He needed to get on the road. He needed to find you. He wouldn't be able to sleep or eat until he did.

He had them both tied up, sitting on the floor with their backs to each other. Dave was partially right. Joel didn't like the idea of hurting a woman. So he went relatively easy on her. However, after that hour was up, she was still bruised and bloodied, but it was nothing compared to Dave.

Dave was barely holding on to consciousness and unfortunately was trying to feed Joel false information on where you were taken. He caught him in a lie twice already, and his anger got the best of him both times. With a sigh, he stood up and flexed his bloodied hand.

"You still with me?" Joel asked, leaning over Dave's body. He heard a grunt in response.

"Can't do much more to you, you'll pass out. So I'm sorry to have to do it," Joel walked around in a circle slowly, stopping when he found himself in front of June. "But I'll have to start takin' her fingers."

June began sobbing again and behind her, Dave groaned. Joel took the bloodied knife he had set on the coffee table and held out his arm.

"Gimme your hand," he told June calmly, and her sobbing turned into hysterics, her tied hands pressed firmly into her lap.

"Gimme your fuckin' hand, or tell me where they took her!" he roared, making her jump.

"I'll tell you!" she said, tears and snot streaming down her face. Joel felt a bit of relief, then leaned back to grab the map from his back pocket.

"Point to it. And it better be the same spot he points to," he said darkly. She nodded and lifted her hands shakily after squinting at the map.

"There," she said. He peered down, noting she pointed to a hospital in Salt Lake City, and his blood ran cold. He wasn't certain, but it appeared to be the same hospital he and Tommy were supposed to take Ellie. He stood up and walked back around to Dave, who was glaring up at him through one eye, the other was swollen shut.

"They'll kill us," Dave said weakly when Joel held out the map.

"Shoulda thought 'bout that before doin' business with a bunch of slavers," Joel told him bitterly.

"I ain't tellin' you shit," Dave said, squaring his shoulders. June began whimpering behind him.

"That's okay," Joel said, dropping the map on the coffee table. "I believe her."

He rammed the hunting knife through Dave's chest with a grunt. The man let out a small squeal before his head fell forward limply. June screamed and tried to scoot away on the floor, but Joel grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back.

"Shut up, or you're next," he snarled, and her screams immediately stopped.

"It's no use," she sobbed, leaning forward and gasping for air. "You won't get her back. It's been too long, they move 'em around so fast-"

Joel had enough. He took the butt of his rifle and hit her in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.

She may think he wouldn't get you back, but she had no idea what he's capable of.

The drive back north was quiet. Ellie saw the blood on Joel's hands and clothes. Even though he did his best to clean up before bringing her downstairs, she still pieced it together. He had hid Dave's body in the basement with the camera equipment, then dragged June down there, still unconscious, and tied her loosely to a workbench. She could eventually figure out how to get out of the restraints. It was just to ensure he had enough time to put distance between them. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to kill her. But at the last minute, he did decide to grab one of those AK-47s Dave was bragging about two days ago.

Ellie didn't ask questions. She stared silently out the window, lost in thought about her own flesh and blood betraying her. Then she glanced at Joel, realizing this man who couldn't stand the sight of her just a week ago did more for her than her own family.

"Thank you," she finally said, breaking the silence. He blinked and turned his head briefly to look at her.

"You're welcome," he said gruffly. "You didn't, uh, see or hear anythin', did'ya?"

"No," she said, and Joel sighed with relief.

"Good."

He picked up the speed when he reached a part of the interstate that was flat, determined to reach you as soon as possible.

"They told me they took her to a hospital in Salt Lake City," he said after a while, and she looked up from her sketch pad as she listened. "I think it might be the same spot the Fireflies wanted us to take you."

"Oh," she said, sitting back in her seat, deep in thought. "I wonder why they wanted her there."

"What'dya mean?"

Ellie paused, remembering Joel still didn't know the real reason Marlene asked him to take her. She decided to be somewhat honest with him, considering all he had done for her, it was the least she could do.

"It's a research facility," she said.

"Research? For what?"

"I overheard some stuff once. They're trying to find a cure," she said. "For the virus."

"A cure?" Joel repeated, furrowing his brow. "The hell they need her for?"

Ellie chewed her lip nervously before answering.

"Test subjects," she finally said, her face falling. Joel swallowed thickly as the implication behind her words set in.

"Ellie," he said slowly, gripping the wheel tightly. "Do you know that for a fact?"

"Yes," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I had a friend. She was taken there, she never came back. I found out later what happened," she sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"And that's why they wanted us to take you there? To test a cure on you?"

"Yeah," Ellie lied, shifting her gaze out the window, immediately feeling guilty. She wasn't lying about the test subjects, but she didn't feel comfortable yet telling him it was her blood they wanted to test next.

Joel drove through the night, his eyes bloodshot and his fingers numb, but he made it in about 8 hours. It was still dark out as he found a secluded spot a couple blocks away and parked the truck. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, wondering how the hell he was going to do this. Ellie stirred in the seat next to him, yawning and stretching before looking around.

"Are we here?"

"Yeah. Hospital's that tall building over there," he said, pointing to the side. She looked through the window and nodded before looking back at Joel.

"You should get some rest," she told him, but he shook his head.

"Can't."

"Yeah, you can. How do you think you're gonna do this when you've been up for, what, a day and a half?"

"I don't got a choice, they could be doin' shit to her right now," he argued, then leaned over the seat to grab the hunting rifle.

"They've only had her for a day, she's fine. Most they did at this point was inject her with an experimental vaccine. They don't test it for a few days," she explained, sitting back in her seat. Joel frowned.

"How do you know all this?"

Ellie shrugged and nervously chewed on her nail.

"Just do."

Joel just stared at her. He was beginning to realize she was hiding something from him, but he couldn't worry about it yet. He didn't think Ellie would have any reason to lie to him, so he considered his options: take her word for it and get some rest so he could be as strong as possible to take all those fuckers down, or go in blind and weak right now and hope for the best.

"And when you say they 'test it', d'you mean..."

"They keep infected in there," she said with a nod. "Best way to test it is to get bit and watch."

"Fuck," Joel whispered, shakily running his hand over his mouth as he stared out the windshield. "You're gonna tell me how you know all this shit after we get her back, you hear me?" His tone was firm and his jaw was set as he shot her a glare. She nodded.

"Alright," he said after a moment, breathing in deeply. "Here's the plan. You keep watch, I try to get some rest for a couple hours. Then we move. Before I just storm in there, I gotta see what we're dealin' with. Think you can handle that?" He finally turned to Ellie and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

"Yeah," she said, sitting up in her seat. "I can handle it."

Reluctantly, Joel handed her the rifle. She eagerly took it from his grip.

"For the scope. So you can see anythin' comin' our way when I'm out," he explained, then eyed up the way she was holding the gun. "You ever use one of these things?"

"No, can't be that hard, can it? Just point and shoot," she said with a shrug as she examined the firearm. Joel sighed before leaning over and giving her a quick tutorial.

"Just don't fuckin' shoot me when I'm sleepin'," he told her, then tipped the seat back and bunched his coat up around his neck, closing his eyes. She grinned then took her post, scanning the perimeter every few minutes for any movement while Joel snored softly in the driver's seat.

Ellie weighed her options. Should she tell him the truth? Should she tell him she's immune? Would it even matter? She decided against it for now. It wouldn't change the plan. Maybe one day she would tell him. Once they got you back and the three of you were safely back in Jackson. For now, she had to stay focused and help rescue you. She wouldn't let the Fireflies take another one of her friends.

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[brigid-faye]

Honey If I'm Not/If You're Gonna - Lost scene

for @imsiriuslyreading 😘 (happy early birthday, love) and @remakaz (because irl beta sessions are the best)

for more of this particular universe: Honey If I'm Not/If You're Gonna on Ao3

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It's dawn on November 22nd and Padfoot is watching Moony tremble and whine and shift back to his human self for the first time in more than ten years. The snowy woods are lit by a weak sun. Apart from Moony's distress, it is very quiet.

Stay, says the human in the back of Padfoot's head. Moony, told you to stay like this until it's safe, he said stay, he said stay...

Sirius knows that Remus wanted him to stay in his animagus form until he and all of the other werewolves he runs with in this makeshift pack in northern New York are fully human again. Remus had believed that everything would be fine or he never would have agreed to Sirius accompanying him, but he'd still been nervous and Sirius wanted to respect the boundaries he established.

Padfoot is having trouble with that. Padfoot doesn't see a half-transformed werewolf, he sees Moony in pain - and, almost worse for his canine self, he hears him, too - the whining, the labored breath, stressed heart beats. It's nothing like the violence of this change when they were teenagers, but Moony is groaning and stumbling over clumsy clawed paws. Padfoot knows his human self has a wand and words and could do a better job of helping.

Stay, he said stay, he said stay...

The moment Padfoot sees hands instead of claws, he's Sirius again, reaching himself forward, catching Remus as he collapses sideways off of hands and knees.

"Moons?"

Remus isn't really conscious. Sirius' right arm is under his head and shoulders, holding him close. Remus told him that he's fairly impervious to the cold in the hours before and after a moon, and if Sirius lifted his head, he would see plenty of werewolves doing completely fine without clothes right now, but he pulls his own cloak around both of them, anyway.

Sirius presses his lips together and swallows, eyes on Remus' still face. His breathing is improved but still sounds a little ragged. Sirius does what he wanted to three months ago and brushes Remus' curls off his forehead. He blinks and swallows forcibly again.

This... this is a lot.

He'd known it would be. He thought he was prepared. They've done so much, these last few months, they've covered so much ground. Sirius has talked about the worst days of his life. His heart's been wrenched by tender honesties. He thought the intensity of their first night together was undoing him (it did, a bit).

But this. Remus is trusting him at his most vulnerable. Remus is letting him in on a part of himself he hated and feared, once. Sirius did so badly by him, then. He doesn't fear doing wrong like that again, but those hard memories are very close right now.

Remus shifts and blinks and pulls Sirius back to the present.

"Hey," Sirius says, unable to keep relief out of his voice. "Remus, how... Do you feel okay? Can I-"

Remus blinks and laughs a little, uneasy. He shakes his head, looks down and away.

"Remus?"

Remus meets his gaze. He smiles. There are tears welling in his eyes. When Sirius frowns in concern, Remus laughs again, shaking his head and wiping at his eyes.

"I'm fine," Remus says. His voice is hoarse. "I just, fuck, I'm fine, I-the moons have been really fine for a really long time but…”

“But it was pretty bad for a while, wasn’t it?”

Remus nods. He’s exhausted and hurting and overwrought, and Sirius isn’t surprised when his face crumples and the tears spill, but it still knocks the air out of his chest. He gathers the other man close, presses his face into his hair.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, heart in his mouth. Remus' hand closes around a fistful of his sweater, pulling him closer. "We're alright," he says instead. Remus lets out a sort of hum of agreement. "You're alright, love."

Sirius holds him until he's recovered his breath and regained the strength to stand. On his feet and wrapped in Sirius' cloak, Remus still leans on him heavily. They make their way toward the lodge - where beds and hot drinks await - walking slowly, arms around each other's shoulders.

"You're out of shape, Pads," Remus mutters sleepily.

Sirius, whose legs are indeed shaking, lets out a bark of laughter. A raven above them caws in irritation.

"Forgive me for leaving London without anticipating running a marathon through four feet of snow."

Remus laughs, clear and bright and happy, and, as it's always been, it's Sirius' favorite sound in the world.

[m-ayo-o]

she always smiled and spouted pretty ideals

Megumi Fushiguro x female reader you meet Megumi (25+ y/o) who you'll soon be working with. he was allowed to grow up; getting taller and more tired, inheriting some of his father's more charming traits the accumulation of those little despairs is what makes a person an adult 18+ content, includes sexual tension / injury / caring / soft dom / oral / sex / spanking / choking / hair pulling / biting / bondage mention smut starts: part 6/7 // 15k

[needs updating very badly. is my first fic sorry]

7 bonus chapters [here] // smut starts: part 4 // 9.3k

1: crush

Your persuasive and friendly manager has succeeded in dragging you out of your warm, cosy room to join him and your new colleagues for a drink this evening. You head to the bar he mentioned to meet your work mates for the first time.

Recognising Gojo straight away, you head for his tall figure as he turns to greet you, waving enthusiastically. He buys you a drink and turns to the others who have been chatting next to you two. “Everybody! This is our new grade two sorcerer who will be joining us on Monday!”

You stand next to your manager, looking so small in comparison, wave a “hello” to your colleagues and introduce yourself to the group, feeling a little shy and overwhelmed.

The first to respond is a fairly tall, broad shouldered man with ruffled pink hair. “I’m Yuji Itadori! It’s so nice to meet you!” He forgoes formality, outstretching his arms to embrace you in a warm hug.

Yuji barely hugs you for a couple of seconds until a young woman with short red hair pulls him off you and shouts, “Don’t mind this lightweight! I’m Nobara Kugisaki. It’s a pleasure to meet another talented female sorcerer.”

She seems quite intimidating and shakes your hand firmly with a serious look in her eyes. Her expression shifts, smiling as she starts quizzing you with personal questions.

While you and Nobara continue chatting, Gojo grabs a dark haired man by the arm and physically drags him over. “This is Megumi Fushiguro!” Gojo shoves him forward, interrupting your conversation, “He’s rude and will not introduce himself. So here he is!” He proclaims with a big grin.

You stop mid sentence and look up at the tall man who has been pushed right in front of you, nearly touching. He’s looking down at you from around 6”2 you would presume, and you’re looking up, straining your neck from how close he is.

As your gaze travels up his chest, neck and finally to his stoic face, you make eye contact, feeling timid under his intense gaze. You squirm as he looks down at you, your heart fluttering as your cheeks flush a pretty pink.

Before you space out completely, Gojo releases his grip on the younger man and he steps back slightly.

“I’m Megumi. Sorry about him.” His voice is low, cutting through the obtrusive bar noise.

This brings you back down to Earth as you edge away, regaining your personal space. “It’s ok. Nice to meet you. I'm y/n” you manage to look up at him with a little smile.

Megumi's features are delicate, almost pretty, contrasting with his stern expression, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at Gojo. Pure black hair hangs over his pale skin, spikes falling past his dark, mysterious eyes. He looks muscular under his well-fitting black shirt and trousers and you can't help but stare.

In an attempt to break your gaze and try to be friendly, you ask, “Is he always like this?” gesturing to Gojo. Megumi just rolls his eyes and sighs, “Yes, you’ll have to get used to him I’m afraid.”

The others chime in with possibly made up stories about Gojo as he attempts to defend himself and plead with you that he’s not a bad guy. Megumi doesn’t seem so angry anymore and joins in with ridiculing your new manager.

“He’s not that bad, is he?” You try to help Gojo out, but Megumi looks back at you with a smirk, “Oh, he’s the worst.” You get butterflies in your stomach as he looks at you with his deep blue eyes.

2: drinks

You move from the bar into a booth and get cosy with your new colleagues. Yuji and Nobara jump in one side as they're slurping their cocktail together. Gojo slides in on the other side and Megumi gestures for you to sit down before him.

You squeeze in next to Gojo and Megumi sits right next to you on the end, his shoulder brushing against yours.

You don't mind being so close to Gojo as you know him fairly well now; he makes you feel comfortable, even if he is incredibly flirty.

He wraps a strong arm around you and brings you into a close side hug, welcoming you into his team again and expressing his excitement. You hug him back, smiling contently. After some chit chat and curious questions, Gojo declares that you all must play a drinking game.

During the evening you ask to pause the game so you can use the bathroom. You turn to Megumi, wanting to exit the booth, the dark haired man returning a funny expression.

“Please can I get past?” You ask nicely. “Sure,” Megumi returns a smirk, sitting up and gesturing to the small gap between his spread legs and the booth table.

You stand up, pausing for a second, ensuring that he's really not going to stand up. Fine, have it your way.

He looks up at you expectantly. As you attempt to squeeze past Megumi's long legs your ass feels dangerously close to his body. You're squishing your plush thighs up to the table as much as possible and you almost trip over his feet below. You feel his eyes all over you in your tight skirt.

From Megumi's point of view this is a very simple way of getting what he wants. And, right now, Megumi would quite like to see your pretty face blushing again.

His confidence has grown a little over the years after numerous sexual experiences, drinking, and flirting. He worries that he might be taking after his dad. He knows this method isn’t charming or smart, but he just needs to get closer to you.

Megumi is shamelessly checking you out as you squeeze between him and the table, his imagination taking him to rather sinful places.

His self restraint is put to the test as your ass inches past him. He has to grip onto his thighs to resist the urge to touch you, taking his lip between his teeth so he doesn't run his mouth.

You're surprised your fat ass juicy, round ass got through that little gap. You managed, albeit a few degrees hotter, presuming the pink glow has returned to your cheeks as you make a pouty annoyed face at Megumi.

This is confirmed in the bathroom mirror as you wash your hands, sighing and running your fingers through your hair.

It’s not his fault he’s winding you up so much. You can't blame the man for looking the way he does.

You just wish your reactions were a little less obvious. You're a useless liar with a terrible poker face. You can't hide anything.

You head back out to your colleagues and Megumi has moved in closer to Gojo. You take this opportunity to sit down on the end of the booth on Megumi’s right.

“Oh, well that’s no fun,” he leans in, murmuring with a mocking disappointed tone. Goosebumps prickle down your neck, his calm voice trickling into your ear.

Now you realise he’s not just drinking cola. The distinct sweet smell of rum lingers on his hot breath. His lips are so close to your skin for a brief instant until he pulls away.

3: home

Your evening out is coming to a close as everybody’s finishing their drinks and figuring out their way home. This is when it comes to light that you and Megumi actually live in the same apartment block. It’s kind of embarrassing that you hadn’t met him yet, showing exactly how social you are. He brushes it off, joking that you don’t get up early enough to see him anyway, and books a ride home for you both.

The others head off, Yuji and Nobara sharing a ride and Gojo stumbling to the nearest train station.

You and Megumi only have to wait a few minutes for your driver. You jump in and open the window, enjoying the peaceful journey. No commuters, no busy train. You relax and sigh happily with the cool air swirling through the car.

Until you notice Megumi shivering, trying to wrap up warmer in his jacket. Damn, now you feel so inconsiderate.

You quickly close the window and reach over to Megumi, offering him your hand. He looks at you skeptically, but reaches out his hand in return. His eyes widen as he comes into contact with your small hand. The heat coming from you is incredible. “How…” he trails off. 

He just takes his other icy hand from his pocket and clasps yours tightly.

You turn to him and place your other hand over his… as well as you can anyway. His hands are much larger and you’re having trouble covering his cold, pale skin. He seems to enjoy this contact as he sighs in content while looking at your small hands, “Thank you.” You just give him a sweet smile then look away, apologising for making it so cold.

Megumi looks into his lap, “About earlier…” he starts, “I’m sorry for making you climb over me in the booth like that. It was such a cheap move.” 

He knows it was a little disrespectful, staring at you like that and forcing you to squeeze past him. He slightly regretted his method, but he couldn't resist trying to get closer to you in that tight skirt.

You just laugh it off as if you weren’t really phased. “And I didn’t realise you were drinking spirits all evening… I would’ve been on the floor…” you trail off with giggles.

He laughs with you now, admitting that he is a little drunk and he doesn’t usually drink like that. “I was kind of nervous about meeting a new colleague, a new Jujutsu sorcerer.”

You nod in understanding. “We’re quite rare so our circle is tight. When there’s a newbie I can’t help but feel apprehensive. And the way Gojo described you was…” he trails off, looking up at your face from your interlocked hands.  

“He just said that you’re a really nice person,” telling a white lie, as Gojo had actually gone into far more detail. “Well, I hope I live up to his description!” You reply, wondering what your manager told him.

You arrive home and Megumi punches in the code, opening the door for you. You step in and climb the stairs, explaining that you live on the third floor at number nine if he needs anything. He lives on the second floor at number seven and he reciprocates your offer.

Before Megumi enters his apartment he awkwardly asks if he can warm up his hands a little more, “If you wouldn’t mind, your hands are just so warm and I–” he’s interrupted as you go the extra mile and wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug. You’re not sure if Megumi is a hugger, but he's being so sweet and shy, asking to hold your hands.

Perhaps he’s not used to this as he seems a bit uncomfortable. You start to pull away a little, feeling silly, but you feel his hands slowly making their way up to your slim waist, snaking around your back and pulling you closer. 

Your jacket is in your bag and your white vest is low cut at the back. Megumi finds your soft, warm skin with his freezing hands. He strokes your back gently with his long fingers and lets out a sigh. 

You feel relieved, his touch cooling you down. But you can't help your head from spinning now Megumi has his hands all over you.

Your head rests gently on his chest as you tiptoe to reach your arms around his shoulders. Megumi can feel heat spreading all over him. He can’t get enough. 

He pulls you closer, lets out another big sigh and pushes his head down towards your neck to feel your warm skin on his face. You ask if he’s ok and he replies, mumbling into your neck, “Mm hmm, feels so nice. How can you be so warm…” he pulls away a few inches, looking you up and down, “...wearing this?” 

You notice a light pink blush on his high cheekbones, his dark eyes travelling down past your tight top, your waist and skirt.

You shrug, “I just run hot, I guess.” You give him a smile and start to pull away, finally letting go of his cold hands.

You say goodnight to your new colleague, letting him enter his cosy apartment as you head up to yours. You feel his eyes on you as you climb the stairs, waiting until you’re out of view to close the door.

4: test

On Monday Gojo explains that he wants to test your abilities, so you agree to meet him at the training grounds. You find your way, surprised to see Megumi waiting alongside your manager.

“Your opponent for today…” he gestures to Megumi, “don’t hold back, ok?” He grins and steps away. 

You sigh, already knowing this isn’t going to end well. Regardless, you try your best and go all out, attempting to channel your unskilled, unrefined power towards the dark haired man who, to be honest, you quite like.

As predicted, Megumi easily counters, using a simple wooden training sword, summoning a massive bird to attack and defend.

The test is very short lived as you realise you’ve expended a lot of power in one go, feeling light headed and dizzy as Megumi traps you, his sword around your neck.

As your head spins your legs begin to tremble. “Uh, Gojo?” Megumi sounds concerned but your manager has disappeared. “That asshole,” he mutters.

He scoops you off your feet just before your legs buckle from beneath you, your vision fading. He takes you inside, gently placing you on a sofa as you manage to whimper, “I'm so sorry… not used to-” Megumi silences you, shaking his head, “Don’t worry. Rest.”

As your disoriented, confused brain regains consciousness you see Megumi still sitting next to you, reading. He lowers his book, his dark blue eyes shifting in your direction. “Good afternoon,” he says softly.

“What time is it?” You ask with a sleepy, croaky voice. “Twelve thirty.” You groan, feeling embarrassed that you passed out in front of your colleague on your first day of work. You groan again, exerting yourself in an attempt to sit up.

“Please lay down.” Megumi pushes you slowly back onto the sofa. “Ieiri, the resident doctor, visited and is concerned that you've depleted your cursed energy.” 

He stops and looks at you with a worried expression. “You really went for it, didn't you?” You look up at Megumi with bleary eyes and nod, “Gojo told me not to hold back so he could assess my ability, but…” you trail off and look down, “I can't believe I ended up like this, from one fight…” you stare into space in disbelief.

Megumi raises an eyebrow and sits back in his chair, "Did you really think you could fight me in the same way you take down curses?" He asks with a slight cocky tone. "Depending on your opponent you need to alter your combat style." He explains. "The same technique won't work in each battle."

You have a puzzled look on your face as building your energy, channelling it and firing at any opponent has worked so far. And to be honest, it's all you've known as you've had little guidance with your abilities.

He continues, looking down at you lying on the sofa, "Your close range combat needs a lot of work. You couldn't even defend yourself against me, let alone strike back. And as for your cursed technique… it's hard to call it a technique when you're just firing off pure cursed energy and hoping for the best."

As you stare up at Megumi who is currently picking apart your failures as a sorcerer one by one, you can feel heat start to surge around your body and to the surface of your skin. You feel a red blush forming on your cheeks. Megumi catches himself before he continues lecturing you, “Uh, but your raw power is impressive.”

He realises he was too hard on you. He rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his knees. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to-"

"It-it's ok. Somebody needs to tell me," you interrupt.

"Ok but I don't want you to take it-"

"Megumi."

"-personally."

Your voice silences him again. In the brief pause you feel a pang of hunger, then a terrible rumble.

Was it your stomach? You think so.

He looks down at your belly, where you're sitting below him, making you feel suddenly self conscious.

He offers you his hand, coaxing you to reach out to him.

He watches you struggle to get up, a smirk on his face and a mean glint in his deep blues.

"You need a little help?"

You're in the middle of shaking your head when you feel his arm slip under your legs, his other round your shoulder.

"Come on. I'll carry you to lunch."

You look up at him in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"I can walk." Your expression turns incredulous.

He holds you tight, ignoring your attitude and how you thump his chest to put you down.

"You couldn't even get up, just chill out."

But you continue, claiming that people will see you and that you're going to die of embarrassment.

"Tch- just be glad my Shikigami aren't carrying you." He quips, striding along to the lunch room.

You sigh with defeat, bowing your head into his chest to at least hide your face.

"See, knew you'd prefer it with me."

You enter the lunch room while holding onto Megumi's arm, trying not to grip too tightly or fall over. You're concentrating so hard on staying upright that you don't notice your colleagues lifting their heads as you enter. 

Megumi glares, silencing them before they get a chance to open their mouths.

Apart from Gojo, who ignores Megumi's glaring and shouts your name, “Glad you could join us! Come and eat!” So Megumi guides you to sit with your manager and another man you don't recognise. 

“This is Nanami Kento! Businessman turned Jujutsu Sorcerer!” At this Gojo receives a huff from Nanami, “I told you to stop introducing me like that.”

You say hello and Megumi gets up to grab some food as you slowly start standing to join him.

You're halfway through getting up when you feel a cool hand on your bare shoulder. “Uh, don't worry. I'll get you something,” Megumi almost mumbles, while gently pushing you back down onto your chair.

As Megumi walks across to the cafeteria Gojo blurts out, “Why won't Megumi wait on me like that??” He asks in a whine. 

Nanami raises an eyebrow at Gojo, looks at him from the side and mutters, “Probably because you're not a young female sorcerer who he's just beat up.”

You enjoy lunch and have a restful afternoon, your first day complete.

5: comfort

It’s finally Friday. As you’re sitting on the train, staring out of the window into the dark night you let out a sigh of relief. You stroll home to your apartment block, recognising a familiar spiky haired figure standing by the door, just about to enter.

Oh, he must've been on the same train and arrived back before me. You catch up and greet your colleague, “Hey, Megumi! Can you hold the door please?”

As he turns round to face you you realise that his uniform is all messed up and ripped. He's all cut up and bleeding.

You gasp, “Megumi! What happened to you?” You instinctively reach over to him, gently inspecting his wounds. 

“Ah, yeah. I got a bit beat up today.” He mumbles. 

“Do you need any help?” You worriedly ask as you open the door, ushering him inside. “Is there anything you need? What about some dinner? I'm not an awful cook!” 

You’re panicking slightly. “It's really not that bad,” he gives you a little smile, “but some food would be nice.” You feel relieved that Megumi will let you help him in some way.

You stop on the second floor and follow Megumi to number seven, entering his clean and organised apartment. “Wow, so different to mine…” you whisper as you enter, taking off your shoes to reveal cute white socks. 

Megumi welcomes you into his home and starts to take off his jacket. He winces in pain, the fabric sticking to his skin and pulling on the cuts. 

You hurriedly put your bag down to help him. 

“Just relax,” you say calmly as you help him slowly peel off his jacket. Underneath he's wearing a plain black t-shirt. You can see scratches and cuts on his arms and chest, blood soaking the material.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” you say softly. You really want to help Megumi and repay him for everything he’s done for you during your first week at the academy.

You carefully take his hand in yours and guide him to the bathroom, presuming that his apartment has the same layout as yours. It does. You open the door and sit him down on the side of the bath. “Please let me help you,” you say quietly, almost whispering. 

He nods, starting to pull off his shirt. You can't help but stare as Megumi lifts his shirt over his firm abs, chest, and strong shoulders. He winces as he pulls it over his head, his hair getting ruffled. 

“Let me get a cloth and some warm water.” You run the water and Megumi points to the small cupboard.

“You don't have to do this.” He looks up at you from the tub. “Please, I just want to help.” You reply quietly, soaking a small towel in the warm water. He sighs, too tired to reply “Mm.”

You diligently wash Megumi's arms first, then start working on his chest. It's getting so hot in the small bathroom. You occasionally look up at Megumi to see his hazy eyes following your gentle movements. 

You can feel his breath on your skin and you’re getting flustered from running your hands over his muscular arms and body.

Megumi tries to refrain from wincing, not wanting to deter you as you're doing such a great job. Your caring, warm hands gliding over his skin, feeling so tender and soft. He really doesn’t want you to stop.

You gently pat him dry and start applying some numbing antiseptic cream from the first aid kit you found, then finish by bandaging over the cuts. Megumi sighs as you relinquish him from your touch.

“Thank you, that felt so much better than when I do it myself.” He looks over to you as you're packing up the first aid kit, thinking about how often he has to do this. 

He reaches over and gently pulls you to him, positioning you between his legs as he's sat on the bath. You look down in surprise as Megumi's dark eyes travel up your body, still wearing your black uniform. You feel so pliant in his hands, willing to do anything for him.

He wraps his hands around your waist, moving round to your back as he pulls you in closer. He ducks his head and leans against your stomach, squeezing you in his arms. You gently stroke his messy hair, moving down his neck and over his shirtless broad shoulders. 

He mumbles into your belly, “Thank you so much.” He turns his head slightly, “I would get beat up every day if treatment felt this good.” 

You feel your cheeks flush pink. “Your hands are so warm and soft,” Megumi continues thanking and complimenting you.

“You don't have to get beat up… for me to touch you…” you trail off, realising what you're saying.

You’re going crazy right now with all of Megumi’s praise for you as he wraps you up in his arms. He feels so strong and you just can’t resist his touch.

“Oh?” He looks up to you, a smirk forming on his handsome face. You basically whimper in embarrassment. “So it's like that, is it?” He mumbles over your stomach, sending vibrations through your body.

“‘m sorry!” You squeak, blushing harder as you try to pull away. 

But you’re stopped by a strong grip on your back. “Just a little longer, please,” he pulls you in, his voice deep and needy. 

You press into him again, cosy and warm in the hot little bathroom. Both of you could stay here for hours. You sigh and gently stroke his hair, “Shall we get something to eat, Megumi?” He groans softly, “Mm, yeah.”

6: just checking in

The weekend goes by fairly quickly as you’re busy with chores, trying desperately not to replay your steamy Friday night with Megumi in your head over and over.

Your efforts are pretty much in vain as you can’t fight the urge to knock on his door on Saturday, with no luck, and again on Sunday. He opens the door wearing only shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes. You get flustered and apologise for waking him, quickly handing him a container of chicken soup, feeling a little embarrassed.

You run back upstairs to continue with your Sunday routine. Monday comes around soon enough and you’re back at the academy. You sometimes see Megumi around campus and he always stops to chat with you, however brief this may be.

Tuesday passes and Wednesday evening rolls in- you haven't seen him. You wonder if he’s been busy. 

Then again on Thursday, there’s no sign of him. Now you’re concerned that he might be injured again, forced to stay at home?

You’ve got to check.

You knock on number seven and you’re greeted by Megumi holding a towel around his waist, his black hair all floppy and wet. His body is steaming from the shower, water droplets trickling over his firm muscles. 

You try to break your stare as he gazes down at you. “Sorry, I–”, you start stumbling, “sorry Megumi, I can come back later?”

He shakes his head, inviting you in. “Don’t worry,” he says in his deep voice, “you’ve seen it all before,” he gives you a smile and closes the door.

It’s literally been three days, but you get this feeling of relief when you see that he’s ok and hear his voice. Have you missed him?

You step into his apartment sheepishly, “I, I just came to see how you’re doing,” you stumble, “I wanted to make sure your injuries are all ok…” you trail off, looking up to his dark eyes. 

“You missed me?” Megumi raises an eyebrow, giving you a sly smile. 

You laugh out of embarrassment, scratching the back of your head, not able to deny it.

“About my injuries,” he looks down at his muscular arms, “they’re healing up pretty well.” The scratches and cuts have closed up, but still look pink on his pale skin.

Megumi suddenly remembers to thank you for the soup you delivered. “That’s ok,” you start, “you and the other grade one sorcerers seem so busy… I just want to make sure you’re not overworking yourself or making your injuries worse.”

He thanks you and tells you not to worry, “Take some time to think about yourself too, yeah?” You nod and start to make your way home.

You’ve done what you came here for. Megumi is fine, now it’s time to go! You say goodnight as he watches you walk up the stairs.

Friday is a fairly average day, as you continue working with other grade two sorcerers and make some time for training and reading. You eat lunch with Nanami and receive an unexpected but welcome video call from Gojo. You had a pretty rough training session with Toge during the afternoon, leaving you exhausted.

You get home, quickly eat some leftovers and flop onto your bed still wearing your uniform, so ready for the weekend. You somehow get the motivation to get up and take a shower before completely passing out.

You choose some of your favourite lounging around clothes; a pair of black shorts and a cute patterned vest. The shorts are pretty tight, and probably too short to wear outside, but they’re so comfy and keep you cool. The vest has stringy straps and hugs your figure nicely. 

You finish getting dressed, dry and brush your hair when you hear a knock at your door. You stroll over, brushing your hair and humming, opening the door to find your handsome colleague. It’s Megumi!

You attempt to hide your obvious excitement, but you smile up at Megumi and greet him.

“I just wanted to check in,” he mumbles a little, “after you checked in on me during the week.” You invite him in as you finish brushing your hair. 

“Thanks, Megumi!” You smile and get some drinks for yourself and your sweet colleague, getting comfy on the sofa. 

He asks you about your day and you catch up on some of the assignments he’s been on this week. Some of them sound quite intense but he doesn’t appear to have any new injuries.

As Megumi is talking you can't help but get distracted by his dark, dreamy eyes and long lashes, his soft lips and mellow tones.

There's a pause in your chatting so you offer to get some more drinks.

“Yeah, do you have anything a bit stronger than apple juice?” Megumi asks with a smirk, mocking your choice of drink. “Um… I might have something around here…” you reply. 

You get up, feeling so comfortable in your own apartment that you forget you're wearing incredibly revealing clothes.

As you're rummaging around in the fridge you turn back to Megumi, “There's nothing in here!” You say, laughing in disbelief.

As you turn to face him you can tell that he's been staring, as he looks away quickly with a light pink blush on his cheeks.

You start searching the cupboards, bending over to look right in the back. You rest your hands on your hips, touching the skin between your tight shorts and vest then reach up to the top cupboard, tiptoeing, which pushes your ass out.

You finally see a bottle on the top shelf, but you can't quite reach it. Perhaps I could climb on the counter? How did it get up there anyway?

You can feel Megumi's eyes on you as you try to reach for the top shelf. He can see you're struggling.

“Do you need a hand over there?” He asks in his deep voice.

“Yes… please,” you try one more time, sighing in frustration as you sink down again.

Megumi comes up close behind you and reaches over your shoulder. His fingers can't quite close around the bottle from this distance so he touches your waist gently, closing the gap between your bodies to get closer to the cupboard. You can feel his body pushed up against your back as he stretches up to the top shelf.

You can feel his chest and firm abs beneath his shirt, and his hips push up against you. 

“Got it,” he sets the bottle down on the counter. He doesn't pull away from behind you, so you turn to face him.

“Thanks, I'm too short,” you reply, looking down at your small body.

“No, you're a nice height,” he compliments you, then wraps his arms around your waist and up your back. He squeezes you, his fingers tickling your waist making you giggle and reach up around his shoulders, hugging him back.

Then you feel your feet lift off the floor as Megumi suddenly picks you up, setting you on the counter as his arms remain wrapped around you.

“Now you're too tall,” Megumi says, frowning slightly.

Your faces are so much closer now, and he doesn’t have to arch down to look at you, nor do you have to tip toe up to hug him.

You can’t help the pink blush forming on your cheeks as you look into his dark eyes.

A comfortable silence envelops the two of you, your arms draped over his shoulders, his hands on your waist.

He reaches a hand up to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“There’s that pretty blush again,” he mutters absentmindedly.

You look down, feeling shy, earning a breathy chuckle from the dark haired man. He tilts your chin back up again, his fingers holding you ever so delicately.

“Please… can I kiss you?” he asks in a low whisper.

Your eyes go wide as you look at him in disbelief.

“Hey, don't act all shy and surprised. You must know I'm into you, right?” His voice is low as he looks into your eyes sternly. 

“I didn't realise you liked me that much… I thought you were just being nice and looking after me at work…” you mumble, looking back into his pretty eyes.

“I'm not really that nice… to anyone.” He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I volunteered to train with you because I didn't want anyone else to go near you.” He sighs.

You can't believe he's been feeling this way. You're so surprised and flattered that someone like him would really have a crush on you.

“And now you've been teasing me all evening…” you look down, away from his intense gaze, “I didn't mean to tease you” you say quietly, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

His hand cups your chin, bringing your lips closer to his.

“You know what you've been doing to me tonight,” he looks you up and down, “bending over in front of me in those little shorts.” His other hand squeezes your waist. 

“I, I'm sorry, I just–” you're silenced as Megumi moves his thumb over your lips, still delicately holding your face up. 

“Don't apologise,” he raises an eyebrow, “you just have to be prepared for the consequences.” He looks down at your pretty face as the corner of his lip curls up. 

“Megumi…” You mutter. He sighs heavily through his nose, staring into your eyes. You squirm under his gaze, realising he might be losing his patience.

“Of course…” you pause, your big eyes peering into his, “you can kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

His lips crash into yours, reaching his hand to the back of your neck.

He’s finding it impossible to control himself, his tongue already licking at your lips. You eagerly open for him, your tongues intertwining as you feel his canines grazing your lip, making you let out a little moan.

You hold each other so close, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands work up your back and neck, through your hair. 

Megumi somehow slows down and pulls away, sucking on your lip, “I’ve been wanting to do that… for a while.” 

As he gazes down at you Megumi sighs in relief, holds your head to his and smiles. This isn’t a sarcastic mocking smile, a smirk or teasing smile. This is a genuine, happy smile from Megumi.

His handsome face is usually so serious and gloomy, or giving you a flirty smile, teasing you about something.

But now he looks elated. 

“I would’ve kissed you sooner… if I knew you’d smile at me like that”, you say looking up at his pretty lips. Megumi laughs, “I know, my friends tell me I don’t smile enough…” he starts, “but I think different things make different people happy.” 

“Megumi…” your soft lips whisper over his.

7: desire

His lips are all over yours again, sucking and biting gently as you pull each other impossibly closer.

“I, I just can’t stop thinking about you…” his voice comes out a little strained, “been driving me crazy. Every time I see you I just… I just want you… so bad.”

“Megumi… I– I feel the same way…” You stare up at him, listening to his confessions, still in slight disbelief. 

“When we touch… I’ve been so close to just grabbing you and…” he trails off, taking you into another deep and passionate kiss, his hands squeezing your waist and sides.

“You want me?” he asks, breathing over your lips. His words send shivers through you.

You nod eagerly. He leans closer, his lips grazing against yours as he gives you a serious look, “You gonna be good?”

Is this the same man as just a few seconds ago? You look up to him with pleading eyes, wanting him to kiss you again.

“Will you?” His voice drops, a new tone emerging. You can’t help but nod your head, enjoying where this is going, “Mm hmm, I’ll be good, Megumi.”

Megumi groans softly hearing his name from your needy lips, leaning in again. He’s so hungry to taste you, forgoing any gentle kissing as he bites and sucks, pushing his tongue deeper.

Suddenly you feel Megumi’s hands grip you and he picks you up, holding you close to his body he carries you to your bedroom. It’s painted white and dusty pink and is pretty girly. “Cute”, Megumi snorts.

“Before I get too carried away,” he starts in a serious tone as his hands move down to caress your thighs that are wrapped around his waist, “I can be, um… pretty rough sometimes… if it's too much please tell me. I only want to make you feel good, ok?”

Getting a warning like this is nice, but not typical of more dominant people. He must be pretty into you, you think as he sits you down on the bed, towering over you.

“Rough sex with Megumi Fushiguro… hmm…” you hum his full name and bite your lip, which only makes him grip you tighter, “must be my lucky day, because that's how I like it,” you say flirtatiously, earning a low chuckle in reply.

Megumi's quiet confidence and serious nature have led you to believe he would be like this, only drawing you to him further.

But he's private, somewhat mysterious, not easily divulging what he likes– you just have to get to know him, and you have, slowly, revealing many similarities and shared interests.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you notice the bulge in Megumi’s black trousers, and he has a perfect view of your perky breasts, your nipples already poking through your thin vest.

As he looks down at you, you can’t resist, you have to run your fingers along his belt to the buckle at the front, tugging gently.

Megumi raises an eyebrow, “Take your hands off me, and take your vest off” he stares down at you as you lean back, “now.”

He’s not asking, he’s telling you. And you do as you’re told, your perky breasts bouncing as you remove your thin top. 

Megumi licks his lips and climbs over you, still fully clothed as his eyes rake up and down your body, taking in your beautiful features.

He bites your lip, making your chin tilt up as you whimper over his mouth.

The sexiest smirk tugs at his lips.

You feel his hand stroking up your body, finding your chin as he takes a grip. “Open” he mutters, staring at your mouth, making you shiver and obey.

“Let me see your tongue…” his breath fans your face, your big eyes darting up to his as you hesitate for a second then gingerly stick out your tongue.

His lips close over your warm muscle, sucking and licking, making you let out a surprised moan into his mouth. You knew your tongue was pretty sensitive, but this feels so erotic, making your hips jump and twitch.

He pulls away as you feel a strong hand on your hips, “Stay still, pretty girl.”

His lips are on you again, kissing down to your sensitive nipples, sucking and dragging his sharp teeth over your body leaving little marks. He squeezes and licks until you’re like putty in his hands, his head sinking lower, pulling down your skimpy shorts and underwear.

You’re now fully naked in front of this perfect man, melting into his every touch, needy for more. As he pulls away from your body and discards the last of your clothing he looks down at you, eyes half lidded and full of lust. 

His gaze travels down past your waist as you reflexively close your legs. 

Megumi shakes his head slowly, completely disapproving. “Did I tell you to close your legs?” You shake your head apologetically. “So keep them open for me.” He commands quietly, parting your legs easily with his delicate hands.

He strokes over your thighs, his fingers inching closer to your hot wetness. “Already soaked…” he mutters, “must want me pretty bad?” He adds, smirking up at you. 

“Mm” you just moan, not wanting to open your mouth… you know something shameful is bound to come out.

“Tell me how badly you want me.” You moan again, his lips teasing you as he speaks. “Want you Megumi… need you so bad”, you whine as he hums against you gently, breathing over your clit.

He looks up at you expectantly. “Mm?” You’re getting so impatient for him now, so desperate. You know what he wants.

“Please, Megumi,” you start, looking down at him with your big, pretty eyes, “please touch me” you whine, your cheeks all pink, barely able to look into his eyes.

“Better,” he utters and closes his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over you. You let out a loud gasp, more needy moans following until you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

“What are you doing?” He asks softly, pausing. “I, I didn't want to be too noisy. The neighbours…” you stumble and bite your lip closed again. 

“That's too bad, princess,” he starts, using this pet name makes you whimper quietly, “I need to hear you.”

You look down at him, releasing your lip from between your teeth, leaving it pink and puffy. Megumi gives your pussy a long, slow lick and groans softly, “Good girl. Please try your best to behave for me.”

He suddenly slides his big tongue inside you, making you let out a loud moan as your hips jerk up to his mouth. You can feel him smirking against you as he's got just what he wants.

Your hands tangle up in his jet black hair, getting light headed from his sexy moans.

He moves his lips up to your clit as you feel a long finger slide inside you. He reaches so far back. “Megumi… mm, ‘m so close…”

He inserts another finger, bringing you closer to the edge as his tongue continues flicking your clit.

“Megumi!” You scream and gasp, your toes curling and your hands gripping onto his black hair. “Megumi… Megumi, I'm cumming…” you moan between deep breaths, feeling the man below you slow down, groaning and swallowing.

Your hips jerk then relax, feeling his fingers slide out. He opens his mouth over you, feeling his teeth and lips, his tongue taking a final taste as he pulls himself away.

“You've made such a mess, pretty girl. Better help me clean up”, he pulls you up, eyeing your pink lips. 

You lick your wetness from his fingers, chin and lips as he opens his mouth for a deep kiss, pushing his tongue back inside you.

“So good for me, princess, maybe you'll be rewarded”, he says, standing up from the bed.

8: reward

Megumi has been fully clothed in his well fitting white shirt and black trousers all evening. He’s had his fun with you, getting you all hot and needy. Just how he likes his girls.

Your eyes follow his every movement as Megumi unbuttons his shirt. This was worth the wait. You bite your lip as he reveals his muscular body, some faint scars evident.

Edging closer to him, you reach your hands out to trace over his abs and work your way down to his trousers. You manage to unbuckle his belt and undo his button and zipper before you feel strong hands around your wrists.

“So this pretty little princess wants my cock, hmm?” He asks teasingly.

You nod, yes. His dark eyes lock onto yours, gripping you tightly. Something tells you he’s not going to give it up that easily.

“You think you can just… help yourself?” He raises an eyebrow as you blink up at him innocently.

He easily restrains your wrists in his right, his left hand pulling the belt from his trousers.

Before your brain has time to process, Megumi throws you onto the bed in front of him, “On your knees.” He commands.

You fumble slightly as your wrists ache from his tight grip.

“Now.” He growls, pulling your hips up himself so that your round ass is facing towards him.

“Stay still.” His hands leave your body as you hear his belt snapping behind you. 

Fuck. You get a shiver of anticipation, a wave of goosebumps spreading down your neck and spine.

“It’s not that you’re a bad girl,” his hand rests on your lower back, his thumb tracing circles over your dimples, “just a little too… impatient. And entitled. I think we can work on it, though…”

He pauses, the air thick with tension. You’ve had enough time to stop him, to prevent what’s about to happen. You could’ve turned around at any moment and told him that you’re not into this and you don’t want him to hurt you. You know he’d listen.

But you don’t. Because you’re loving every second.

A loud slap breaks the silence. You take in a sharp breath, but barely flinch. He’s just testing the waters, making sure you’re ok with this.

How sweet, you think. 

Slap, a bit harder this time, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

“You want it harder?” He asks gruffly. You nod quickly, turning back with your needy, madly blushing face as if to convince him.

Asking for permission? How respectful.

Slap, much harder this time.

You let out a quiet “fuck” with a string of whimpers, your toes curling with pleasure.

“Who knew such a pretty girl,” his big hand caresses your red ass, “would be so kinky?” He mutters in disbelief, his voice low.

Another hard slap has got you moaning his name. That’s what he wanted.

“C’mere,” he pulls you up to face him, nice and close, “you’re gonna be my perfect little girl?” His thumb traces your lips as you nod eagerly, “Mm, promise.”

“Oh good, that means you can have my cock whenever you want.” Your eyes focus on his lips. “Just need to be a little more patient, ok? Sit pretty and ask nicely. Think you can do that?”

You let out a breathless, “yeah…” your eyes trailing down his perfect body as he holds you, his trousers half undone with such a tempting bulge hanging out. Your eyes linger there for a moment.

“Megumi…” you breathe out, your eyes working up his body again, studying every detail, “please can I touch you?” You murmur. He nods, your hands feeling over muscle and cool, pale skin.

Your eyes reach his, watching his beautiful black lashes as he blinks slowly. The air is so still and silent. Your delicate fingers find his waistband.

“Please can I?” You whisper over his lips.

He stays quiet, his dark eyes looking between your lips and eyes, silently urging you to continue.

“Need you, Megumi…” you murmur, “really need to suck you…”

His eyes dart up to yours, the corner of his lip twitching into a tiny smirk.

“Beg” the word comes out low and quiet, but it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His voice gives you butterflies on a normal day, but you’re so close, the words he’s uttering having so much power over you. It feels so intimate. You'd do anything he asked.

Your big eyes peer into his, your lips parting as your voice catches in your throat, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Please…” you let the word fall from your lips, “promise I’ll make you feel so good, Megumi…” you hear a low grunt from the man before you as you bite your lip, the alluring blush returning to your cheeks. Just a little more.

You push him back slightly, kneeling on the carpet below, so close to what you want.

“Will you let me…” you continue, one of his hands finding the back of your neck. He strokes your hair gently as his blue eyes go black with lust, watching you kneel there begging for him.

“Please” you murmur as he pulls you closer. “So good, princess…” his hand finds your chin, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip as your fingers pull down his tight shorts and trousers.

He doesn’t stop you.

He lets out a sigh of relief, his erection slapping against his abs as you lick your lips, swallowing hard. You edge closer, his thumb opening your mouth as he presses his pretty cock over your lips.

“Megumi…” you moan over his wet tip, so ready to take him. You lick him slowly, looking up at his lustful expression.

He can’t help but push into your mouth, his tip going down your throat, making you gag as tears prick in your eyes. He lets out a strangled moan, “fuck, so good.”

He lets you suck on him, going at your own pace for a while. You suck and lick, your lips enclosing him so deliciously. Your tongue presses up the underside of his cock, licking up and swirling around his smooth, sensitive head.

“Nhh…” he moans as you suck on his tip then take him in again, his hips beginning to jerk, his cock going deeper. You try so hard to control your breathing through your nose, swallowing him down.

“Yeah, like that… fuck…” you earn another pretty moan, his eyes closed in bliss as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your hair.

Your eyes well up as he thrusts harder, gripping tighter.

You need to breathe, your throat is so full you feel suffocated. You let out a whine as your throat contracts around him, choking and gagging.

His eyes suddenly open, realising what he’s doing as he lets go of your neck. You pull away hiccupping, taking in ragged breaths. You recover for a second then move to take him back into your mouth, making Megumi let out a low chuckle.

“‘s much as I loved watching you gag… this pretty mouth has done enough…” he strokes your lips with his thumb.

“But– but–” your eyes are wide, wanting more. He just presses his thumb over your lips. 

“Get on the bed. Lay down.”

You give him a pleading look.

“Look, I can’t control myself…” his voice comes out strained, “it’ll be my fault if you get hurt.” He returns you a desperate look.

“Get up.”

You can’t disobey him.

9: wish

Megumi wraps his hand around his cock, pumping himself while pushing you back on the bed. He climbs over you, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in. He leans over you, slides a condom over himself, and looks into your eyes, waiting.

“Please, Megumi…” your voice a soft whine. 

As you look back into his dark blue eyes his expression changes. He teases you with his tip, still having an ounce of patience left, rubbing you up and down.

“Please… what?” he asks breathily.

“Need your cock… please. Need you inside me…” you reply, giving him what he wants.

“Mm, princess…” his eyelids flutter, hearing you begging so nicely. You can feel his cock pressing against you, rock hard and thick at your entrance.

“Only say stop if you mean it, ok?” he says with a serious tone, looking into your eyes.

You nod, “Yeah, promise”

He pushes his length into you. Hard. He has a dark, almost animalistic look in his eyes and lets out a loud moan.

A scream escapes your mouth, your hips jerking up to meet his, pleasure and pain flooding your body. He thrusts roughly into you, “fuck, yes…” he growls into your neck and takes you into a hot kiss.

Your hands can’t help but wander over his body, feeling his tensing muscles. He twitches as you squeeze over his hips, pulling him in harder. You’re given a disapproving look as he takes your hands and pins them over your head.

He keeps rolling his hips, biting and sucking your shoulder as he holds your wrists tight. He turns his head, sucking your ear, his tongue working inside making you whine.

His grip on you tightens, hearing your needy whimpers.

“You’d look so pretty… with some rope around your wrists…” his deep voice travels through you, words forming into images in your mind. Your pussy squeezes around his length involuntarily, your eyelashes fluttering.

He smirks against your neck, feeling the telltale signs of your pleasure building up.

“You want me to tie you up, sweet girl?” He asks gruffly, your back arching up.

Your mouth hangs open as you whine and nod dumbly, feeling so full and fucked out, his pace making you numb with pleasure.

He's got you whimpering, “P-please… need– ah, need you to tie me up nn– n’ fuck me”

A needy, surprised expression crosses Megumi's features, not expecting you to reply properly at this point. “Can’t say stuff like that,” he breathes out, your pussy squeezing him again, “gonna make me fucking cum” he moans as his hand releases your wrists, only to find your neck.

Delicate fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently at first. You moan softly, encouraging him to get a little rougher. His grip tightens around you, restricting your breath as he groans, his thrusts getting harder. “Fuckk– can’t take it… so close…” his voice comes out so needy.

He suddenly pulls out, “Get on your knees.” He wants more– he wants all of you. He wants this night to last forever.

You see stars when he slides back inside, his eyes all over you in the mirror. He watches your back arching as you push against him. “Touch yourself” he commands quietly. You're close anyway, you’re going to be over the edge in seconds.

A few tight circles over your clit and you’re ready, “M-Megumi– I, I–” there’s no way you can hold it.

“Can’t talk? S’ok,” he slaps your ass, pushing you over, “pretty girls like you don’t need to talk.” You have a euphoric orgasm, feeling Megumi's hand burning your plush skin, his cock so deep you get that achy feeling in your stomach and throat.

He chuckles, “cumming when I spank you nice 'n hard, huh?” You can only moan out “yesyes mhh– Megumi” riding out your high all over him as your eyes roll back.

“Hot…” he holds up your head, his hand in your hair, “what do you want me to do to you?”

“W-want you to- ah, fuck me hard, Megumii-”

He groans, his fist gripping your hair tight as he pumps you.

“-fuck me till I'm hurting”

“You- you want me to??” He moans out, losing his breath.

You nod, yes, “want you to use use me-”

Megumi groans and cums hard. His jaw clenched tight, a deep growl coming from his chest. You could almost cum again from the sight of him. He grips you painfully tight, finally getting his release.

You hold each other close, Megumi resting his head gently on your shoulder, kissing you, whispering sweet praises.

You share the small bathroom, getting cleaned up, then return to your bed.

“Never thought we’d be so… well matched,” he says, smiling and pulling you closer. You smile sweetly, “Mm,” you hum over his lips, “I like all kinds of stuff”

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? Maybe you can show me sometime.” You tuck your head under his, cuddling up close as you chat and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

10: closer

After your long night with Megumi you wake up and rub your eyes, turning in your bed. He's still next to you, sleeping soundly. You look at his beautiful, peaceful face, his long, dark eyelashes fanned out against his pale skin. His spiky black hair is even messier than usual, thanks to your hands running through it all night. 

You edge closer to him and snuggle under his strong arm, resting your head on his chest. You feel his arm squeezing you and his other hand reaches over to your waist. He suddenly grabs you and slides you on top of him. 

“Ah, Megumi!” You squeak in surprise, as you thought he was still asleep. You snuggle into him, laying on top of his gorgeous body, as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual. You turn your head and kiss his neck and jaw. 

“Good morning, Megumi,” you reply, already feeling Megumi's hard cock beneath you. You sit up, shifting your weight and grinding a little. He squeezes your waist as you move, groaning softly. 

Megumi looks up over your body, licking his lips as his eyes travel up to your gorgeous breasts, slender neck and pretty face. He grinds up against you, feeling your wetness on him already.

He raises an eyebrow, watching you eagerly grind on him, “Better be careful what you wish for.” He says in his deep voice. “Mm... You’re so hard, can't help it…” you moan, pushing your wetness over him.

Megumi bucks his hips, moving you up as you grab a condom, sliding it over. You rub his tip against you, making him nice and wet, then move down, taking in just his bulging head. 

He can't resist you like this. His usually stoic face is blushing, his eyebrows raised, biting his lower lip as he grinds back against you, pushing more of himself in.

You push him all the way in, sitting on top of him.

You feel a twinge inside; you’re not used to his size after one night. “Mmmh…” he groans loudly, filling you up. You can feel his dick twitching, getting impatient for you to move.

You slowly fuck him, moving up and down his length. “Mm… Megumi…” you moan as you keep riding him, getting a little faster, feeling your wetness over his thick cock.

He looks up at you with such a sexy expression, squeezing your hips and helping you ride him. “Fuck– princess, so good, fucking me like this” he moans, watching you bounce on his cock. 

“Mm… wanna be your good girl, Megumii-” his praise encourages you to ride him faster, ensuring to stroke up and down his whole length. 

“-yes” he growls, “you know what good girls get?” You shake your head.

He looks up at you with his flirty smile, “I’ll show you.”

Megumi grabs your ass in his strong hands and starts thrusting into you hard. You scream his name, begging him for more as he fucks into you.

“That good?” He asks breathily, fucking you harder and harder. “Uh huh, th- thankyou–” you moan out, earning a handsome smirk as you grip onto the headboard.

You're starting to feel dizzy off the pleasure, about to burst from the intense feeling of being pushed open and filled up, over and over.

Megumi suddenly reaches up, grabbing your neck to pull you down. His tongue and teeth are all over you, devouring you in a hot kiss.

You're pushed over the edge as his abdomen grinds smoothly against your clit. You're whimpering into his mouth, licking, sucking and swallowing his sexy moans while his hand grips your neck so you can't pull back.

“Mhh– Megumii–” his name comes out slurred, your pussy clenching him hard.

He keeps going, rutting faster, your whole body throbbing and going limp with pleasure. Your orgasm is drawn out longer, each thrust taking you higher.

“So close, princess…” he moans into your mouth, his thrusts getting rougher. He can't help it, can't hold back.

He fucks into you sporadically, releasing his load with a grunt.

You lay on top of him, shaking as you try to prop yourself up, your lip trembling.

“S'okay, come here” he pulls you down, laying all your weight on him.

“Did so well” he murmurs and strokes your hair as you calm down. Your bodies relax, feeling spent after such intense sex.

He gently lifts you off his leaky cock, the condom totally filled, and lays you down, kissing and praising you some more.

“Let's get cleaned up,” he says, taking your hand and helping you up into the bathroom to take a shower.

You stand together under the warm water, getting hot and steamy. Megumi's hair flops down his face in a dark, messy mop.

You press your naked body up to his firm chest and abs. You tiptoe up to kiss him and he leans down into you, deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding into your mouth, his hands all over you.

You pull away, looking down to see Megumi’s hard cock rubbing against you. You can’t help but smile up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Megumi… can I please help you?” You offer, peering up at him again through wet eyelashes.

“Mmh– think you’ve done enough for me this morning?” He sighs out against your forehead, “‘m just being greedy now…”

“Mm mm,” you shake your head, “wanna feel you in my mouth again… please.” You know he wants it. You can feel his cock between your thighs as he moans softly.

You're getting so hot for him now as you stroke his chest and abs. “Wanna suck you so bad… ” you look up at him with those cute puppy eyes. You honestly want to make him feel so good, and you’re annoyed last time he didn’t let you finish getting him off.

Megumi lets out a groan against your lips, “Mm, love hearing you ask so nicely.” You feel his hand moving up behind your neck and shoulders. He pushes you down gently, “Get on your knees for me,” a command you love to hear from this gorgeous man.

You kneel in front of him, pressing your lips against his hard cock. “Mm…” you moan and lick his hard length. You look up at him with pleading eyes, sucking gently on his tip.

He grants you full permission and pushes your head down over him, grinding into your mouth with his thick cock. You moan loudly onto his dick, sucking him and taking him all in.

You move up and down his length, taking him nice and deep then swirling your tongue over his tip, licking him until he's moaning for you.

“Feels s’ good…” he praises you and pushes himself deep. “Fuck!” He groans, grabbing your hair.

“Getting… so close…” he grinds into you, ramming his cock deeper and deeper, “Love fucking your throat like this… doing so well for me– just a little more…” he trails off, moaning as you suck on him, bobbing your head faster and faster. 

You know Megumi's pleasure is building up inside him as he grips your hair tighter. “Fuck- gonna cum…” he groans, moving back to pull out.

You just squeeze his hips tightly and continue pushing him into you. Megumi grunts as his hips move erratically, his hot cum spurting into your wet mouth and down your throat. You lick and suck him clean, swallowing every last drop.

He looks down at you with a surprised, fucked out expression. You wish you could take a picture.

“You really didn't have to do that,” he says as he looks down at you, pushing your hair out of your face. You can’t help but giggle at him, “I really wanted to, Megumi. Wanna make you feel good.”

He helps you up, holding you in his arms and kissing you under the warm water. “Well, you succeeded…” he whispers into your ear. You hold each other in the shower for a little longer then step out after washing up.

You put on a cute dress as Megumi dries off. He asks to stay at yours for the day so you run down to his apartment and get him some comfy clothes. You make some breakfast together and get cosy on the sofa, resting your head on Megumi's lap, exchanging a few words and comforting touches.

11: date

As the weekend passes you get back to the academy. You're enjoying a more private relationship with Megumi for now- neither of you are big on pda but you can tell he's always desperate to see you again; he’s all over you when you get a moment alone.

He comes back to the academy for lunch more often, waiting on you and making sure you're not working too hard. You catch the train together, he's staying at yours a lot, and he texts you to come over if you don’t see him at work.

You enjoy each other’s company; looking after each other after the busy days and weeks, eating dinner out, getting drinks, and spending time with Yuji and Nobara on the weekends, too.

Nobara and you have gone on a few shopping trips together, dragging Yuji along to carry your bags. And Megumi sometimes has Yuji visiting, so you've gone out drinking with them a couple of times and had some movie nights at Megumi's. You're not sure if either of them have a clue about you and Megumi– perhaps Yuji does.

You're getting much closer with Gojo and Nanami, as your lovely manager insists on checking in by phone every week and you have regular lunch breaks with Nanami.

Nanami’s quite reserved, but you’re getting to know him and you think he likes you too. He'll often buy you tea or coffee from the vending machines and bring it to you at lunch. He'll read his paper and catch up with how your training is going

You haven't seen Gojo in person now for a good few weeks and, strangely enough, you're starting to miss him. That's until he video calls you when you're going for dinner after work with Megumi. You answer the phone without realising Megumi is standing right behind you. 

“Oh heyyyyy! You're with Megumi!” His voice is so loud over the phone. “Um, yes! Hello! What is it, Gojo? Work's over, you know!” You try to hush Gojo a little.

“Wait a minute… are you guys on a date?!” He basically shouts over the phone, his face beaming through the screen. Megumi rolls his eyes and leans over to the screen, “What do you want?” 

Gojo continues teasing, “Gumi's on a date!!” He sings loudly. “I'm coming home this weekend, lovebirds! Will you please organise a night out for meeee?” You're glad he got to the point. “Uh, yes, we'll try our best!!” You reply quickly as you're heading inside. “Thank you!! See you tomorrow!”

He hangs up and you're both relieved. You raise an eyebrow at Megumi as you enter the restaurant, “Gumi?” You smile cheekily, repeating Gojo's nickname. Megumi just glares at you with his dark blue eyes, “Don't even think about it.” He mumbles.

You sit and down and sigh, feeling a little disappointed that, of all people, Gojo had to find out. Everybody will know within days.

“You're not ashamed of being with me, are you?” Megumi asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you, obviously teasing. “Megumi, you know I really like you…” you get a little worked up with a little pout on your face although you know he's teasing.

“Oh yeah?” He leans over the table, reaching his hands towards yours as he edges closer. “Maybe you should prove it.” What a flirt, you think and lean over the table.

His fingers snake around your neck and he pulls you into a kiss, moving his tongue into your mouth and pulling you closer. This kiss is getting way too hot…

You attempt to pull back, but his fingers just grip you tighter and he smirks against your mouth, then sucks your lip nearly making you moan. The kiss is over when he decides.

He lets you sit back in your chair and seems pleased with your pink blush. “Huh, maybe you really do like me then.” He shrugs. You just roll your eyes, “Of course I do…”

“If you like me so much… do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks casually, leaving you stunned. You nod and wrap your fingers around his hand, feeling your blush spreading to your ears. 

You order some food and enjoy your meal out with your boyfriend. Megumi tries to behave as you're getting a little worked up. When he's in a flirty mood everything he does just gets you so flustered.

After your meal you start heading home together. You're so happy that Megumi asked you to be his girlfriend, although you know that's pretty much how it's been anyway. Now you just have Gojo to deal with when he gets back tomorrow. 

As you're chatting on your way to the train station you realise you still need to ask people out for drinks tomorrow.

“Shit, I kinda forgot about that.” Megumi rubs his forehead and sighs. “Do we have to? We could just stay home,” he leans a little closer, “you could put on your favourite movie while I eat you out… or we could listen to music while I finger you… or we could just make out in the shower?” He asks, genuinely trying to persuade you to stay in. 

“Megumi…” You whine as you try to cover your ears. He only gets closer as he moves your hands down, gripping your wrists.

“Or I could tie you up and fuck you all night… till you're begging me to stop?” His deep voice sends shivers through your whole body. He sucks on your earlobe and gently bites you. “Would you like that, princess?” He asks seductively.

You're trying so hard to keep it together as you're standing waiting for your train. You're so close to letting out a moan. Megumi is relentless when he gets horny like this, wanting to make you as horny as he is. And it's working. 

As much as your body wants to submit to Megumi, you try to break away from his intense flirting to organise your get together. You quickly get your phone out and pace around the station, making a little distance between you and Megumi. He huffs and gets out his phone. He was really hoping to distract you from the task completely and is a little disappointed he has to talk to anyone other than you.

He starts with Nobara, as he hears you've already had success with your first call, “Great, see you tomorrow, Yuji!” You beam over the phone to your friend.

Nanami is a little more difficult to convince, “Please, Nanami…” he can basically see your puppy eyes as he hears you whining over the phone. 

“Hmm, ok. But I'm only going because you asked me.” He says flatly. “Oh, ok Nanami!” You blush a little. “See you tomorrow night.” You hang up and see how Megumi is getting on. He's wrapped up his calls with Nobara, Toge and Panda and has texted some others who you haven't met yet.

You hop on the train and manage to get into Megumi’s apartment without him stripping you.

12: trust

As soon as you’re inside he slams the door and attacks your lips, biting and sucking, pushing his tongue in your mouth aggressively.

He kisses and strokes down your clothed body, kneeling in front of you as you're pushed up against the door. 

He kisses your stomach and works his hands up your soft thighs, lifting your dress. “But– I've been working all day! Please! Can I take a shower??” You ask all flustered and embarrassed.

He looks up at you, furrowing his eyebrows and lifting your dress further, exposing your cute white pants. “No.” He mutters as he bites the white hem, pulling them down.

He licks a teasing stripe up your clit then pulls you to a dining chair, sitting you down and spreading your legs. He places soft kisses up your creamy thighs and laps up your dripping wetness. He lets out a deep moan, kissing your clit gently and suddenly ramming his tongue inside you.

Megumi feels so good that you forget your embarrassment for a minute, moaning his name and pulling his hair. This is exactly what he wants.

His cock is straining so hard in his trousers it's almost painful. He undoes his belt and zipper, pumping himself for some relief as he eats you out, moaning into your wet pussy. “Mmh- ‘m close…” you moan, so turned on by Megumi touching himself beneath you. 

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he breathes over you and gives you another teasing lick. “But, but– please!!” You scream, feeling desperate for release. 

“Hmm?” He looks up at you, kissing you softly. “'m so cloooose…” you whine. “Mm, but I really want to fuck you.” His eyes are all over your wet pussy, one hand on his cock as the other grips your waist.

Megumi stands up and strips off his work clothes as you stare up at his perfect body, squeezing your thighs together to ease your throbbing clit. He picks you up, carrying you to his room as his erection rubs over you.

He stands you in front of the mirror and bends you over, teasing you with his hard cock. You’ve been done with condoms for a few weeks now, having found another contraceptive.

Megumi picks out a vibrator you’ve left at his and lines himself up. You squeeze against him, desperate to feel him inside.

“You trying to fuck me, princess?” He asks, strong hands stilling your movements. You nod submissively.

“You know what I need,” he utters, rubbing his thumb over your tight ass. He looks so serious in the mirror, his dark eyes locked onto yours as the vibrator stimulates your clit. 

“Megumi…” you moan his name, making him grunt as his tip slides in. Your voice has so much control over him now, you realise. Although you know Megumi will always be the one in control.

“-need your dick, please… need you to fill me up…” you moan as you watch him look down to where you’re connected, losing his patience. “Please fuck me…” you whine, grinding against him.

“Say my name” he growls, clicking the vibrator up to the next setting, making you buck against him.

“Fuck– I– please, Megumi!” You moan and squirm over his leaky cock.

“Mm, that’s it, think you’re ready now?” He asks, staring at where your slick juices are running down your thighs, then up to your blushing face. He knows you’re already close to cumming from all this teasing.

You nod, your mouth hanging open, “need daddy's cock” you moan as you desperately try to move your hips.

Megumi's eyes go wide in the mirror, his pupils dilated as he grabs your hair. “Gonna get such a good fucking for that,” he utters and sinks his cock in.

He slides in slow, each inch taking you closer.

As soon as his fat tip hits your cervix your pussy flutters around him, your eyes rolling back.

“That was quick, pretty girl,” he chuckles, pushing impossibly deeper, massaging you with the vibrator as he holds your hip up, “that good, huh?” He smiles and watches you come undone, your legs shaking as the pleasure courses through you.

He squeezes you hard and fucks you slowly. “M– nnghh…” you moan incoherently as Megumi grinds his hips against you slowly. 

His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face up, his lips locking with yours. His thrusts are hard and deep, full of lust and passion. Your eyes are fixed on his beautiful face in the mirror as he praises you, telling you what a pretty girl you are.

He stares back, his dark eyes hovering over your open mouth and teary eyes as you beg for him to keep going.

“Felt you cum all over me so nicely, princess,” his strong hands stroke up and down your back, settling on your hips as you're spread wide for him, “you wanna feel mine?”

You nod instantly, “yesyes, please,” you moan, wanting Megumi to feel the same pleasure you just did, wanting him to release inside you.

Megumi lets out a deep groan and squeezes your thighs hard. He gives you a few more gentle pumps of his cock then he rams into you quickly. He's pumping you so hard and fast, your ass slapping against him. 

“Love it when you fuck me like this…” you moan as he moves a hand to your ass, pinching your cheek. You moan his name again as you get a stinging slap on your round ass.

“Harder… please…” You know you're really asking for trouble now. Megumi growls, grips your shoulder and fucks you relentlessly, giving your ass another hard smack.

You scream and moan for him as he leans over you, “You like a good spanking, hmm?” He murmurs. You can only whimper and nod, the words not forming in your fucked out brain.

You can tell he’s getting close; his groans are getting louder as he tries to muffle himself on your neck. He sucks and bites you hard as he pumps you with his cock, leaving soft bruises and marks over your skin. Feeling his teeth on you like this makes you arch into him further, needing more.

He finishes his works of art and releases your neck, his saliva dripping all over you.

“Fuck– those look hot,” he breathes out, “now everyone can see who you belong to…” he traces your neck, gripping gently, “‘nd who’s that, princess?” He asks, his voice unwavering.

“I'm yours, Megumi– I, I belong to you,” you reply between soft moans, looking up at him innocently as he fucks you nice and deep.

“Love that you're so possessive, Megumi… I'm all yours–” You moan out.

“You seem to love a lot of things about me, princess… do you think you might love me?” He asks, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Your eyes widen, his sudden question sending butterflies through your body. 

You didn't realise you were saying you love so many things about him tonight, making your feelings so obvious, yet again. But you know it's true. You nod your head, “-yeah, Megumi, I do love you.” You say as sweetly as you can with his cock buried deep in you.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a gorgeous smile gracing his features as he moans in your ear, “Mm, I love you too.” His hips go wild, fucking his cum deep inside you.

He leans over you, caressing your body and kissing your shoulders, “I love you so much, mm…” Megumi groans and licks your soft neck to help silence himself. His cum is dripping down your legs as he pulls out slowly. You both get washed up and lay down on your bed together.

“I can't believe you answered me like that, I didn't realise you really felt that way…” he says breathlessly, looking deep into your eyes.

“For a while now,” you say quietly, nodding and smiling up at him.

He looks so excited, pulling you on top of him and squeezing you tight, “I’m so lucky.” He sighs with relief as you return a sweet smile and sink deeper into his arms.

13: certain

You wake up late, snuggled up in Megumi's bed. He's not laying next to you but you can hear him in the kitchen next door. You get up and throw on one of his baggy jumpers which is nearly a dress on you. As you leave the bedroom you can smell something yummy.

You approach Megumi, who is bending over the stove, and cuddle him from behind, feeling his taut abs through his t-shirt.

“Hey, princess” he switches the stove off and turns to you, hugging you back and placing soft kisses on your head. “I left you sleeping…” he smiles against your skin. You look up at his dark eyes, “Mm…” you mumble, resting your head on his firm chest, feeling too sleepy for conversation.

“Oh sweet girl,” he strokes your hair, “I tired you out?” He asks with a smile. “I’m ok… just a little achy.” You admit quietly and massage your thighs. 

Having sex while standing up is quite hard on your legs and hips. Not to mention your ass cheeks still feeling sensitive from Megumi's strong slaps, and the reddish purple marks on your neck sting a little. Megumi got off without a scratch as he fucked you from behind, so you couldn't even claw his back in return. 

“Promise I’ll look after you today,” he kisses your lips, speaking softly. “Mm” you mumble and smile up at him. “I was so fucking horny all day yesterday, was driving me crazy. You're just so…” he groans and squeezes your waist, “so sexy… you get me so hot.”

“Was I too rough yesterday?” He asks, looking concerned. You turn around and lift up his black jumper, revealing your round ass. Megumi breathes in sharply “Shit… I'm sorry, I really hurt you, didn’t I?” He says worriedly.

“It feels so good though, Megumi… and I asked you to” you look round at him as he gently strokes your bruised ass. 

He looks absolutely pitiful as he stares at you. He sighs as he pulls his jumper back over you, turning you to face him.

He brushes your hair behind your ear as he moves closer to examine your neck. His long, delicate fingers trace over the love bites he gave you last night. Megumi winces, “Oh baby…” he whispers in disbelief as he kisses you softly.

You feel his long eyelashes and warm breath on your sensitive skin as you let out a sigh. “I need to hold back a bit.” He looks into your eyes sternly. 

“No, I like you how you are. You make me feel so good.” You shake your head and smile, looking up at him innocently. “I'm sure I can make you feel good without leaving these marks all over you…” he kisses and strokes you like he's trying to make the bruises disappear. “I want you to leave marks on me…” you whine, “so everyone can see…” you look up at him with big eyes. 

Megumi's eyes widen as his grip tightens around your slim waist. “Fuck…” he breathes over your lips. You can feel his cock bulging through his boxers.

“You sure?” He asks as you nod in reply, “Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you bat your eyelids at him and smile softly. He pulls you into a passionate kiss as you rub up against him. Your hands snake up his shirt, feeling his hard abs and chest, stroking gently down the v line to his crotch. 

He pulls away suddenly, “Baby, please, I can’t fuck you again now…” he groans, “I, I won't be able to control myself… I'm afraid I'll hurt you again…” he whines a little, his eyebrows raised.

“Don't fuck me then,” you reply simply. Your fingers snake under his waistband as you stroke his hard cock, pushing him gently against the kitchen counter. He moans and bends down over you, submitting his body to you, too horny to resist.

You pump him gently and push his boxers down. “Bite on this,” you tell him, holding his t-shirt up to his lips. He surprisingly obeys and opens his mouth, closing his sharp teeth over the cloth.

Maybe he's allowing you to do this to him to make up for last night. You kiss his exposed chest and work your way down, licking and sucking on his firm abs and pointy hips as his long fingers tangle in your hair.

You kneel down in front of him, still massaging his dick, and lick up the inside of his thigh. Your lips hover over his bulging cock, your breath making him twitch. You look up and make eye contact with him, asking for permission. He gently presses you closer, allowing you to lick his tip, swirling his precum around. 

This earns you a deep groan as he grips your hair tighter. You suck the end of his cock like a lollipop, then let him pop out of your mouth. “Megumi…” you look up at him and pull his jumper off over your head, leaving you naked kneeling in front of him once again.

He groans again, still holding his t-shirt in his mouth. “Would you like me to suck you, Megumi?” You ask sweetly as you breathe over his bulging cock. His eyes are hazy with lust as he looks down at you. “You want your cock in my mouth?” You tease him a little more.

“Uh huh” he manages to mumble with his teeth gripping his shirt. “You look so hot like this, Megumi, makes me crazy…” you moan and close your mouth around his cock.

Megumi looks like he's run out of patience and you don't want to push your luck too far. You suck on his thick shaft and moan over him, looking up and enjoying the view of his muscular body.

Megumi gently grinds his hips against you, pushing himself in deeper. He moans as he bites his t-shirt harder, “Mmhhn… baby…” he mumbles through the wet fabric. 

He pushes down your throat harder making you choke a little. You pull away and massage his cock with your soft hands, needing to use both to pump his length fully. “Stay still, ok,” you mutter, pushing him against the counter. “Will you behave and let me suck you?” You ask, wondering if you'll get away with this. 

He looks so strained, trying to resist the strong urge to pin you down and fuck you. He nods slowly, “Mm, ‘m trying…” he moans through his shirt.

His voice is so sexy you can't resist, taking him deep into your throat. He stays perfectly still as you gag on him and massage his balls gently with your soft hands. “Fuck…” He moans as you take him all the way down.

He moans as his mouth hangs open, making his shirt drop. You whine over his cock, pushing the material back up again. He rips it off, your hand immediately finding his hard abs. You look up and make eye contact as he pushes your hair away from your face. 

He slowly starts moving his hips again as he edges closer and closer to his release. “Mmhh… so close, princess… feels so good” he moans and looks down at you. You hum over his cock and take him all in, gagging and tearing up.

He grunts and growls, letting out a string of expletives as he loses control of his hips, his head rolling back as he fucks into your mouth. He tries to pull out but you grip him so tight and continue sucking him until he's fucking his cum down your throat.

“Fuck!” He screams as you swallow his hot ropes, licking up every last drop. He pants and breathes heavily, his pale face flushed pink, “So fucking good at that, princess-”

He leans against the kitchen counter as you lick him clean. He bends over and pulls you up, squeezing your naked body tightly to his.

“So, I cover you in bruises and fuck you so hard that you can't sit down or walk comfortably…” he gently strokes your ass, “and I somehow get rewarded for that behaviour?” He asks, looking confused.

“Yes.” You reply with a giggle, “I love how you fuck me, Megumi.” You smile up at his stunned face. He lets out a breathy chuckle and holds you close.

You get dressed and heat up the stew Megumi was making earlier. You eat together then take a long shower, getting dressed in Megumi’s clothes as he just wears boxers.

He stretches over the sofa as you lay on top of him, resting your head on his chest and stroking his shoulders. You feel his chest gently rising and falling, feeling his warm breath on your face.

[masterlist]

bonus chapters

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 26: Warm Blanket

cw: past noncon drugging and captivity, themes of substance dependency/addiction

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for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 699

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He spends an eternity on the verge of waking up.

Nothing feels real; he's simply adrift, passing between pain and nothingness in a senseless pattern. Everything hurts less, but it still hurts; a dull ache that covers him, rising and falling in intensity. The acrid sting of wounds being cleaned. The claws of the creature, dull teeth gnawing at the inside of his chest.

And sometimes, when it all becomes too much and the spy is left sobbing and shivering and begging for it to stop, there's relief. A true quiet that hardly lasts a moment as the familiar lull of the drug sweeps his veins.

He needs it as much as he needs to never touch it again. The pain is receding, he's getting stronger, yet his skin still crawls without it, a hollow within him growing and growing.

He's almost himself the next time he opens his eyes.

Back at their makeshift base, in a small room with an overhead fan spinning and spinning.

His head hurts. Even glancing around makes him dizzy, but he needs to know where he is, he needs a grasp on his surroundings, on reality.

There's another bed beside him.

Benji’s form is still, a good portion of him covered in bandages and fading bruises, and for a moment Sahota is afraid. But then the other man blinks awake, perhaps feeling eyes on him, and sits bolt upright.

“Sahota!” he says, a hint of a smile on his face. He's quick to quiet himself. “Hey! Hey, how do you feel? It's been. Um, it's almost been a week. We've been worried.”

He hops up, and Sahota notices the distinct lack of tubes or needles or monitoring. Was he just… staying with him?

“I've been better,” he murmurs, his voice grating on its way out of his throat.

“Shit, let me get you some water.” Benji hurries to the cupboard, and Sahota's skin buzzes when he produces a plastic bottle.

Shut up.

The creature is in his throat, trying to claw its way up, to drag itself forward and reach for the water bottle and beg for the emptiness, for the relief from the full body aches and exhaustion. Sahota chokes it down.

His hands shake as he reaches for the bottle, no matter how hard he tries to steady them. 

Shut up.

Before he can even touch it, Sahota forces his hands to his sides, squeezing the blanket with all the force he can muster.

He doesn't need it anymore. There's no need to escape like that. He knows this is something to be expected, something out of his control, but he can't help the anger at himself.

He's supposed to be better than this.

Benji’s brow furrows, mouth tipping down as he clutches the bottle with both hands. “Hey… you okay?”

Sahota forces a nod. “Just… cold.” He's certainly shivering.

Don't think about it, don't think about it. It's just an effect of the shit you just got pulled out of, don't think about it.

“Oh! Here.” The other man pulls the blanket from his own bed, draping it over his shuddering form. Sahota nods again at the contact, closing his eyes so he doesn't see the bottle.

You're just sick. It'll pass.

Benji’s hand finds his own, fingers gingerly wrapping around it. He doesn't pull away.

“I'm glad you're safe.” A gentle squeeze. “If you want to be alone right now, I can go.”

He wants to say no. He so, so badly wants to say no. He's been alone for so long already, in the cell and on the mission and well before either.

But the creature is burning inside him like a bellyful of coals, raking up desperation with its claws, shame rolling off its skin.

He can't be with anyone like this. He needs the little monster gone, expelled, and then maybe. Maybe he can manage to look any of them in the eye.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I–I think that's a good idea.”

(Is it?)

Benji nods, giving him a gentle smile. He leaves the bottle of water on the nightstand beside Sahota's bed.

He doesn't even reach for it until he's sure Benji is long gone.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Publicly humiliating BTAS Jon with a vibrator

Content warning: smut

You had made an agreement with John that took much convincing, but not nearly as much as it should have. He agreed to have a silent vibrator hidden in his pants as he taught a class. You could turn it on and off whenever you wanted. The vibrator in question was a butt plug connected to a cock ring. You smirked at him slyly upon entering his classroom, the remote control in your pocket. You turned it on, startling him, before turning it off soon after. A few students gave him strange looks. His face was already flushed and you had barely started. The first few minutes of class went smoothly, but it was obvious your professor was on edge. He nervously glanced at you every now and again. After about ten minutes of tension, he got the courage to walk forward towards the class as he gave his lecture. At that moment, you turned it back on.

"And so that brings me to- Ohh! Ah- um... I- it brings m- me to my next... uh... point... that... um..." He stammered and his legs began to shake as he walked in a strange manner back towards his desk and hid his pelvic area behind it as a tent in his pants began to form. He swallowed, trying to adjust to the sensation. He seemed stressed with how red and sweaty his face was getting. He continued giving his lecture for a bit and changed the slide on the board. You raised your hand to ask a question. "Yes, y/n?" He asked.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm having a bit of trouble understanding, could you please go up to the board and show me what you mean?" You asked, trying your best not to grin. He gave you a look.

"Of course." He forced himself to say before complying. As he began to explain once he was in front of the board, you turned the vibrations up, making them more intense.

"So that means that- Ohhhh! Ahh... ahh..." He cut himself off with a moan as his body crumbled against the board followed by a few smaller moans as he tried to calm himself. He was beat red. He stammered to explain what he meant despite the strange looks he was getting. He did his best to face away from the class so non of them would see his raging bonner. He felt his legs start to shake again and he forced himself to cut his explanation short before trying to make it back to his desk. You caught on and asked if he could be more specific. He silently cursed you and complied. You turned the vibrations up again. He let out a strange cry and fell to the floor due to how badly his legs were shaking.

"Are you alright, sir?" One of your classmates asked.

"Yes yes I'm fine I just n- need to s-sit down!" He insisted. He frantically tried to make it back to his desk when you suddenly turned the vibrations up yet again. He practically jumped on his chair, cowering behind his desk as he covered his mouth and bit his lip to muffle the sounds escaping him as his cum soaked through his pants and drenched his briefs. Once class was over, he let everyone go but you. He wasn't done with you just yet.

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 54: Fighting to Survive

Masterlist

"Leave? No, he can't leave, not again."

– Brian Ian Randall Fraser

Claire watches solemnly after her husband as he strides out of the medical tent, finally accepting the terrible reality. His British army uniform's harsh red stinging her eyes with a fuller red stain on it, the blood of his godfather. His worst nightmare has come true... His godfather is dead. The pain is unbearable. 

Claire places her shaking hands on the table before her, smoke-stained and weary. A table that now carries the dead weight of Murtagh upon it. She gives her friend's body one last glance before she places a sheet over him to protect him from view before quickly moving to pack some of her equipment away so as to join the search party for her son and son-in-law. 

The battle went as expected, and had been a success for the British. Claire and Ellen had focused entirely on their patients in the medical tent, trying not to think about how they were both still missing. The despair returns when the battle is over and still neither has appeared. A number of the men had offered to join the search party, an offer that made Claire thankful for the offer of help, but this meant time, time to move a larger group. Weapons were cleaned, canteens refilled, and cast-off shoes located. 

Claire pauses when she becomes aware of some disturbance at the edge of the meadow. She emerges to see a young woman, evidently in a dreadful state, heading toward them at a lopsided trot. She is slightly built and limping badly due to what appears to be a missing shoe but still half-running, supported on one side by Murdo Lindsay. 

"Fraser." She gasps. "Fraser!" She lets go of Murdo and pushes her way through the waiting men, her eyes raking the faces as she passes, searching. Her brown hair is tangled and full of leaves, her face scratched and bloody. "James F–fraser... I must– are you...?" She is panting for breath, her chest heaving and her face red. 

Jamie steps forward and takes her by the arm. Claire notes that now he no longer wears his red jacket, his hair more ruffled than earlier. His eyes have gone from pain and shock to entirely focused on the young woman in front of him. 

"I'm Jamie Fraser, lass." He says. "Is it me ye want?" 

She nods, gasping, but struggles to speak. Claire hastily pours a cup of water and offers it to her, but the woman shakes her head violently, instead waving her arms in agitation, gesturing wildly toward the creek. 

"Rog–er, Bri–an..." She gets out, gulping air like a landed fish. "Roger. MacKen–zie. B–rian. Fra–se–r..." 

Before the final syllable leaves her mouth, Claire seizes the young woman's arm, as much to compel answers as to provide support. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Jamie and Ellen right next to her. "Where are they? Are they hurt?" 

The girl's head bobs up and down, shakes back and forth and she gasps out, "Hang... they–they are... hanging him! Gov–ner!" 

Ellen immediately runs for the horses. Claire curses under her breath then thrusts the cup of water into Hugh Findlay's startled hands, catches up the sack with her emergency kit and runs for her own horse, leaving the brown-haired woman collapsed on the grass, vomiting from her effort. Jamie is already there, untying reins with swift intensity. Without a word, he stoops, hands cupped; Ellen steps up and swings into the saddle, kicking the horse into motion before Jamie has reached his own but he and Claire soon get on their own and the horses disappear into the willows. 

——

The sound of the rope against the tree causes his blood to run cold. Roger, still gagged and bound, stares at the tree in horror, at the sight of Brian's and the other men's bodies hanging from the huge white oak. Three stick figures, dangling broken in the tree's deep shadow. The Regulator prisoners around him shifty uncomfortably, trying not to look at the bodies, likely out of fear of being reminded that this is their likely fate but Roger watches on in desperation, eyes flickering over to the British soldiers guarding them now and again to see if there was a chance for him to flee, to find Jamie, Claire and Ellen.

"Regulators. Sentenced for their crimes." One of the soldiers explains to someone. 

Roger looks up to see familiar sets of bright red hair along and brown curls. Roger immediately staggers over to them, pushing against the soldiers trying to stop him. 

"Roger!" Ellen cries out, flinging herself towards him. 

The soldiers try to pull her back from him but Roger hears Jamie demand they let go of them and why his own son-in-law is being treated this way. Militia men swarm around them, demanding similar answers. Ellen ignores them, taking off his gag and binds. 

"Roger," Claire steps up to him, the surgeon's eyes flickering over him for any serious injury, "are you alright?" 

"Y–" He lets out a cough, "y–yes." 

"Where's Brian?"

Roger gasps, letting out another cough. "T–there." He points a shaky finger towards the tree. He sees, as the Fraser family looks over towards the tree, how it's as if a hammer has struck one final blow and their hearts have shattered like ice. 

"Brian!" Ellen cries. 

Jamie rushes towards the tree but the hooded men are completely motionless, with no sign of life. 

"I'll hold him! Cut him down!" Jamie speaks. 

Roger watches as Jamie, the Lindsay brothers and Quincy Myers take hold of Brian's body round the middle, lifting slightly to take the strain off the rope. Keeping him steady as he's cut down, quickly removing the gag and the hood. Jamie is franticly begging, full of apologies, Ellen's sobbing. As he reaches the ground, Jamie holds him around his chest. He stops, waiting a few seconds to see if he is really feeling what he thought he was. 

"He's breathing!" He exclaims. "He's breathing! Claire!" 

The noose has sunk deep in his flesh; Claire gropes frenziedly for her penknife. Ellen grabs it from her mother, clawing and ripping at it; tears soaking her cheeks. The last strand pops and she yanks it free. 

Roger slumps next to Brian, watching him worriedly. He isn't breathing visibly; no obvious movement of the chest, no twitch of lips or nostrils. His features have gone slack, the tissue of his neck swollen and his lips and the blood vessels in his eyes have burst, and Roger tries his best not to flinch when he looks down into them.

Ellen holds his face and strokes his face gently. "You're going to be ok, Brian." She whispers.

Roger, not knowing what to do, grips Brian's hand as Claire makes quick work by making an incision in her son's neck. Roger grimaces at the sight. Jamie watches over them all worriedly, his eyes focused on his son's unconscious face. 

Claire takes the pipe of one of the Redcoat officers standing around and breaks the end piece off. After dousing it in alcohol, she places the small tube into the incision to help him breathe easier. He still isn't moving. 

"Ellen, talk to him. See if you can get him to wake up." Claire instructs. 

"Brian, can you hear me? It's Ellen. It's me. I'm right here. You need to wake up. Please, please wake up." His wife pleads.

Slowly, Brian's eyes open. They all let out enormous collective breaths of relief. Brian doesn't move his body. Only his eyes go from person to person. 

"Yer alive. Yer whole. All is weel." Jamie says to him. 

Brian doesn't reply, only blinking at his father. His breath still raspy and strangled.

"We need to get him back to my tent. Now." Claire orders. 

Jamie, Myers and the Lindsays all carefully lift Brian so that he is still flat and carry him as fast and as safely as possible back to camp. Ellen and Claire pull Roger up and they follow after the group.

Roger repeats the same words in his head.

Brian's alive. Brian's alive. Brian's alive.

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A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[soulcheri]

"No." Her head shakes. "There are no feelings there. Whatsoever." Sure, she liked hanging out with Gage. They had fun, he supplied her with Grim, and then they got high. It was their routine. But when it came to feeling something? Like the butterflies that run rampant in her stomach whenever Tyler so much as looks at her? Nada.

"Mmm..." Brooke can feel her pussy stretching with each measured thrust he gives her back in return. Her arousal only intensifies when he paints a vivid picture of her, and him someplace private. Gage calls her on the phone, and wonders where she is. Having no idea that she's laying on her back somewhere with Tyler's head nestled between her legs, sucking on her clit while she tries not to scream or let on to what they're doing. The visuals are enough to physically draw a reaction out of her and make Brooke wetter as she slips and slides above his lap while riding his steady hips.

"Oh god!" Brooke forgets for a second, they're supposed to be quiet. Thus, she slaps a hand over her mouth while Tyler tweaks her nipples. They've hardened into diamond peaks at this point. It doesn't help that Tyler's possessive streak is turning her on. The idea of him murdering someone for even thinking about touching her boobs was so fucking hot. It spurred Brooke to give him a little swivel of her hips. Which only deepened their penetration. Tyler was so big and Brooke was so sore and full, she could almost swear she could feel his dick in her stomach. That's how intense their sex was.

"Tyler, oh my god---" The second he leans forward to take her tit in his mouth, Brooke cradles the back of his head and holds his face against her chest. The swirling of his tongue, the suction of his lips wrapped around her and the pulling of her nipple was enough to make her cum right there. She may have a little as she felt something wet and sticky leak out from between her folds and down his unprotected cock.

"Mmm?" Her interest peaks at his admission. "And what filthy things might those be? Do tell, baby." This was the kind of dirty talk Brooke lived for. She loved hearing all about how much she got to him, or how badly he wanted to take her and ruin her. But, in the best possible way when she's a crying, shaking, blubbering mess.

Which, quite frankly, she was gearing up to be the more he gripped her hips and helped aide her movements in a pace that he liked and got him off. "No sex, no head, no jerking off, no kiss---" she pauses at the last one. Not because she has any desires to kiss Gage the way the kisses him but, it would be hard to convince him and others they're still in a relationship if they don't even brush lips. Not that Brooke doesn't understand where Tyler's coming from either. Because if she witnessed him even look at another girl, Brooke would lose her shit. She didn't like sharing him with anyone. Not even Riley.

"Oh, that would go over well." Brooke jokes, as she rolls her eyes. Partly at his suggestion and partly at the pleasure building up in her stomach and threatening to explode. "Volchok already thinks we're dykes. I'm sure Jake does too." They enjoy making out sometimes, and Isadora's gone down on Brooke twice. But, that doesn't exactly make them lesbians, just freaks. Which, Volchok and Tyler should both appreciate.

"O---Ohhhh," Nothing could've prepared Brooke for the brushing of Tyler's thumb over her clit. She was too preoccupied with the conversation and coming up with a game plan to their problem that she hadn't noticed him reach down between her legs. The sensation was enough to cause a few hiccups in Brooke's thrusts. But, she quickly recovered just in time to hear Tyler's request. "Are you telling me how to pleasure you, now?" She sasses. "I know what I'm doing, okay?" Nevertheless, she obliges to reach back behind herself to cup his balls and massage one then the other in her hand. He was right. They were tender. Which usually told her he had more to give her. Thus, Brooke amped up her pace a little bit, messily smearing herself and him all over his sack. "Are you gonna cum again?" Brooke's waiting as she rolls her hips forward against his thumb and his pelvis. "Do it. I wanna feel you cum inside me. Make my pussy a mess. Let everyone know I'm yours and only you're allowed to cum in me like this. I'm almost there." The pressure to her clit was driving Brooke wild, to the point she was starting to convulse and lose her balance. She was chasing her high while trying to draw out his. "OH GOD!" Brooke yelped, just as Tyler's thrusts brushed up against her cervix. She was pretty much done for as she started seizing and trembling and coming apart around him. They still hadn't worked out their restrictions, but Brooke couldn't be bothered to push the matter further over chasing their high and leaning down to silence her cries with a kiss. "Baby! I'm cumming."

Tyler couldn't blame her for being scared. He was scared too. They were both extremely sensitive around each other because of their past. Tyler was afraid that she would realize he was too dangerous and fall back into a safer pace with someone like Jake. And she was worried that he was just using her to get his rocks off the way him and Nina used to screw with people in high school. But Tyler would never do that to her. All of their fights were just misunderstandings and impulses triggered out of fear. The only thing Tyler ever wanted was for her to be his girlfriend. No Jake... no Lo... and no Gage.

"I'm sorry too." he whispered against her mouth as his hands crept down her back and over her ass to help steer her thrusts. One of the things he hated about watching her at the pool was seeing Gage holding her like this. So wondering what his limits would be was difficult. He can't stand someone else even looking at her let alone letting them touch her. "Brooke," there goes that warning again. The feeling of her warm mouth ghosting across his jaw sends his insides into a frenzy. He can feel each delectable kiss in his stomach.

"So there's no feelings there, with Gage, whatsoever?" His eyes flick upward, letting out soft groans as her hips sail across his lap. If she's not careful, he'll release inside her again. Not that he would mind, he can't remember the last time they used protection. Tyler always told himself, if it happens it happens. At least it would be with someone he loves.

"What if he calls you when you're with me? And I wanted to eat your pussy while he tells you how much he hates me over the phone. Would you feel bad for him or would that make you wetter?" The thought itself was hot. If she was going to be with someone else, he would still want to be her number one priority. Which means no matter where they go, he'll be right behind them, waiting to drag her away to make love in a closet or in the backseat of his parked car.

As Brooke guides his hands up her stomach and over her perky breasts, Tyler rubs her nipples beneath his thumbs, rolling them into hard and succulent peaks. "You're right. I don't want you to do this with him. Ever." A bated breath lifts his chest and blows roughly out his mouth. It's a good thing Quinn turned in for the night because Tyler's breathing was growing heavier and he couldn't keep himself from groaning every time her hips rolled forward, taking him deeper and deeper. Tugging gently on her tits, he sits up and cups her breasts in both hands. "If you ever let someone else touch these, I'll become an axe murderer, okay?" His voice is playfully joking but he's also dead serious. "Never again," he warns her right before capturing her right nipple between his lips. He draws her deeper into his mouth and then whisks his tongue from side-to-side before pulling away with a loud, wet suck. "I'm already so horny but making out with your boobs makes me want to do very filthy things to you." he lays back against the mattress and pulls on her hips, forcing her to take more of his hard cock. He hisses when he feels her walls tremble around the thick and hungry girth of him. "My god." There was no chance of him going soft in her now. He wasn't going to stop until he fills her completely.

"I don't want you to have sex with him. I don't want you to give him head or jerk him off. Honestly, I don't even want you to kiss him." Tyler doesn't know how she's supposed to sell having a relationship with Gage if she can't even kiss him but, that's what he wants. "The thing is, pretty eyes....how will you be able to give me everything I want? Maybe you should just tell everyone you're lesbian now and fake-date Isadora." Both hands then return to her breasts, kneading them in his palms while his cock stirs and flutters inside her. "Fuck baby. Is your pussy still sore?" he presses his thumb against her clit and rubs the little bundle of nerves beneath his loving thumb. "My balls are so tender. Reach back and rub them for me, baby please?" Tyler told her once when she was losing her virginity to him to never neglect the balls. That's where so much of the tension goes.

[bibbykins]

Ghosts of the Past

A/N: Y'all asked for some pain to close off 2021, so here it is! I will not lie, as an assault/abuse survivor this was both difficult and comforting to write. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your mental health. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy and if you are a fellow survivor and no one has told you yet, I'm so proud of you and glad you're here. Please give me your thoughts, we can cry together about this really rough drabble and talk about how much we hate Jungyoon and Donghee

The Household's Bunny Series Masterlist

Words: 9.5k

Pairing: Soft Yandere OT7! x Chubby Camgirl! Reader

Summary: Graduation day approaches as details begin to get put into order, but on a call with Jungkook, details about something else entirely come into focus

Warnings: trauma, assault, stalking, wrist rubbing wounds, blood on wrists from fingernails, intense scene, blood, delusions, attempted noncon kissing, tearing shirt, victim-blaming (none of which done by the members), panic attack, hysterical crying, mention of police downplaying stalking, detective character is in a flashback, obsessiveness, protectiveness, reference made to parental abuse

The sun was at its highest point as your feet swung mere inches from the floor in the barstool chair you sat in while you watched Jin cook. You leaned your chin on your hand as you watched his broad shoulders tense while he engaged in an argument with the youngest member of the house. Though, you could hardly tell what the argument was about as your tongue swiped across your bottom lip at the thought of hooking your legs over those shoulders, similar to the way you had mere hours ago.

Jin had taken Saturday off which led to you being in his bed Friday night and reaping the carnal benefits of it first thing in the morning. However, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to skip lunch and just go to the couch and-

“-Right, bunny?” The doctor’s voice snapped you from your blissful fantasy as your eyes met him, confusion clearly glossed over it and he sighed, “You already have your cap and gown, right?”

You nodded, “Yes! I just have to do another round of dye, the orange made it this weird dirt brown color so I-”

“See? Y/n has her…” He stopped, glancing at you with creased brows, “D-Dye? Why would you need…”

You chuckled, “Oh, I’m using my high school cap and gown to save some money.”

Jin balked at this, the voice of Jungkook snapping him from his disbelief, “She said she is uh… dyeing her old high school- Yeah, I know!- I said I- Fine!” He huffed, rolling his eyes as he hung up the phone.

Your head tilted to the side innocently, “Everything okay?”

Jin’s hard gaze landed on you but softened upon contact, “He’s gonna be calling you on his next break, but knowing him, I probably have five minutes to figure this out.” He muttered the last part bitterly before sighing and placing his hand over the one resting on the counter, “Do you… need money?” He had no time to think of a more delicate way to ask under his time limit and winced at the delivery.

Instead of a defensive scoff, he received a jovial laugh, “What?” You giggled, shaking your head, “No, silly! You won’t let me pay for rent anymore because we fucked in your trunk, let alone groceries, so my expenses have been cut in half but my income is the same.” You couldn’t help your chuckles, “I’ve never been more financially stable in my life!”

The crude language you used simultaneously made his pants tight and his eyes roll, "Fucked in my trunk, became my girlfriend, so many ways to say the same thing." He mumbled before giving you a pointed look and you giggled, leaning forward as he held himself back from glancing at your cleavage "I don't want you to pay rent because I simply don't need you to and-" He paused as you gave him a loving gaze, "Stop distracting me!" He pointed a finger at you and your smirk only grew.

"Fine, fine." You broke your gaze and waved a dismissive hand, "I'll stop flirting, ask the question I know you want to ask."

He sighed in half relief and half disbelief that he succeeded, “So why are you dyeing your graduation gown from four years ago?” He asked quizzically and you responded with a similar gaze.

“Well, I can’t be frivolous now.” You stated matter-of-factly, “Especially for some over-priced green polyester….” You trailed off as you watched the gears turn in Jin’s head. Jin had no idea how to put anything delicately, but he knew he could not be as blunt and forceful as he wanted to be, “No, no, no.” You held a finger up before he could voice his offer, “You’re not spending any money on my graduation-”

“And who said little lambs make any decisions about what we spend our money on?” Taehyung’s dulcet voice emerged from the stairs with Namjoon in tow.

You scoffed at this, “Oh come on, what’s so wrong with being thrifty?” You put your hands on your hips, only breaking your pout to give both of the entering men a quick kiss before they took their place to stand on either side of you.

Namjoon snorted at this, “Tell that to your bathtub.” He uttered.

You gasped, “How did you know?!” Your lower lip stuck out at the green tint you’d been having the worst time getting rid of. When the orange gown showed no signs of getting any greener, you had just dumped the whole bottle on it. Part of you felt scammed by the dye, but the chokehold it had on your porcelain tub identified the culprit as your neglect in utilizing the basics of color theory and reading directions properly.

The man simply smirked, “You just told me.”

“Damnit.” You groaned, before looking up at Jin sheepishly, “I’ll pay for the industrial-grade bleach, don’t worry.”

The older man simply cocked a brow at you as Taehyung’s light snickers could be heard, “How cute.” He cooed mockingly.

“Or you could spare your tub and let me buy the gown.” He reasoned and you huffed. How had you not expected him to say that? Now you really couldn’t deny him, not when you had just admitted to just about ruining an expensive garden tub just because you didn’t want to put out the money for a gown.

“This was such a setup.” You grumbled, “Fine, but that’s all you’re spending on my graduation.” you crossed your arms.

Jin shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.” His smile was evident as he turned around to tend to the food after dialing a number on his phone.

Before you could object, Taehyung took your chin in his hand, fixing his eyes onto you, “Don’t pout, little lamb.” His thumb swiped at your lip, “We just want to make the day special, like you deserve.”

Your face scrunched. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was so special about it. Jungyoon had only told you he would try to make it if work allowed, and he had practically raised you, so why did your boyfriends want to make it such an event? You didn’t even get to see Jungyoon at your high school graduation, so you figured your college one was of similar importance. Sure, you were excited to get your degree and it was nice the guys were willing to sit through the whole thing just for a few seconds of you on a stage shaking hands. However, you figured it was because of Jungkook they were going anyways. Although, even Mona called for your measurements, insisting on getting you a dress before promising to call you again soon. Meanwhile, your uncle hadn’t called you since you moved in to make sure you turned in your key to your old apartment on time.

Well, he did call again, but he ended up speaking to Yoongi more than you. A chill rushed through your skin at the thought of your last phone call with him. You had to hand it to Yoongi for not prying for further explanation of your visceral reaction to a simple conversation with your supposed adopted father. You glanced down at your hands, eyes lingering on your wrists as you tilted your head. Jungyoon probably felt like he had a good reason to be so cold and woefully distant. Hell, maybe he did have a good reason.

Sure, he texted you, but he seldom responded after you did. Why were these people you met fairly recently, albeit some of which had just come to love you, seem to care more than your family? Maybe that’s not a fair comparison. Jungyoon knew a lot about you, and maybe that’s why he kept his distance. Maybe, when they find out more about you, they too will-

“Petal,” Namjoon whispered in your ear, and instead of jumping like you usually would when spacing out, you leaned back against his form to look up at him. You settled against the warmth of his chest against your back and soaked his cologne into your senses as a means to quiet your running mind. He smiled and it was as if he could see your thoughts, but he said nothing of them, “You deserve to be celebrated, and we love to celebrate you, so will you indulge us?”

“Let your boyfriends spoil their girlfriend, hm?” Taehyung mused, and the official terms made your cheeks warm. You really did have six boyfriends, huh? The want for a seventh was buried deep within you, along with the guilt of being so greedy, but you were willfully distracted with one of them kissing your hand, “We’re a clingy bunch, so we want any excuse to pamper you.” The voice actor knew he had to tread lightly and not shit-talk the uncle you seemed to care about infinitely more than Jungyoon cared for you. While he would be accurate in saying so, he didn’t have the heart to say you had been emotionally neglected all of your life only to land in the laps of obsessive men that wanted nothing more than to worship you, so he just gave you a loving gaze.

His eyes were soft and sincere. Taehyung had always been good at using his puppy eyes and it was hardly fair as you nodded, but the kiss Namjoon gave you made you forget about your fears for a moment, “If that’s what you guys really want, then okay.” You relented softly against his mouth.

“Good girl.” He pecked you one more time, “Would hate to have to be late to a session to punish you.” His mischievous grin betrayed his words as your breath hitched.

Taehyung caught your attention as he place a hand on your thigh, “Don’t worry, he’s lying.” He reassured you before his smirk grew, “He’d love to skip the session and spend time ruining your pretty makeup.”

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief, “Did Jin make you guys come over here just to convince me?” You couldn’t turn your head to glare at the doctor in question due to Taehyung’s captivating gaze.

Namjoon hummed before kissing your head, “No, actually, we just came to say hi real quick.”

Taehyung nodded, “It’s a crime to go a week without seeing your girlfriend, and we were dangerously close to it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but the notion that they even thought of you when you weren’t in their line of sight made your stomach flutter, “Most of us will be home tomorrow though, so we can fight for your attention then.” You felt excitement spread in your stomach. It had been a long while since you had all of them in the same room, especially after your relationships with them had been established, so the idea had you giddy.

After saying goodbye and eating lunch, Jin also left to make some arrangements, odds are to sort out your cap and gown since he insisted you stay home and relax. Though you wanted to object, he reminded you of the call with Jungkook you would eventually have. This made you shut up as you kissed him goodbye and went up to your room to lay on your bed and edit some of the videos you would be posting tomorrow.

Finally, your phone rang with a video call from Jungkook. This made you pause since you hadn’t seen his face since he left for tour, but you had no time to be nervous or check your appearance as you answered on your laptop. He was clearly in his rocking chair between shoots seeing as you recognized the wood and he had his makeup fully done but a beanie on his head that obscured the bulk of his hair, “Hey.” You tried to sound upbeat but you cringed at your awkward greeting.

The idol simply disregarded it before narrowing his eyes at you, “Are you… topless?”

You gasped, looking down to make sure your tube top didn’t disappear before chuckling, “No, no.” You reassured him, moving your camera down for a moment, neglecting to remember you were basically just giving him a shot of your barely-covered boobs before pointing it back to your face.

Jungkook swore his throat closed when he caught a glance of your breasts being pushed together in a top that could barely contain them. He wasn’t even sure why he asked, maybe he really was going insane not having you near him, “A-Anyway, are you doing okay?" You hardly noticed his stuttering among the nervous buzzing in your brain. You and Jungkook had mostly texted this whole time, and talking to him almost always ended in some sort of bickering. He was extremely hard to read and harsh with his words, but over text, he was ironically much more expressive. It was hard to tell which version of him was most honest with his emotions.

You nodded wordlessly but he narrowed his eyes at you. It was almost chilling how sometimes he could just see right through you, “I mean, I’m doing alright.” You shrugged, “I’m nervous and Jungyoon called the other day. It just threw me off my rhythm.”

He simply nodded, shifting in his seat as he tried to think of the words to say. This always frustrated him, being able to read you like a book but having no idea what to do about it. He wasn’t like the others, understanding of delicate emotion. He was terribly perceptive and even more terribly mean because that was all he had to be for the longest time for his own protection. Still, the mention of your uncle made his skin nearly itch.

He swallowed before saying anything, “I see.” He simply spoke and it put you a bit on edge. What did that mean? “Did you… talk to any of the others about it?”

You tilted your head, unsure of the answer, “Yoongi was there. He finished the call for me.” You shrugged, “There’s not much to talk about, I think.” You were lying. Jungkook could see it, and you could taste it on your tongue no matter how much you tried to internally deny it, “He just called to ask about my graduation, kind of.” Jungyoon didn’t ask, he just stated things. The only thing he did ask was if you were as much of a burden to the others as you were to him, even if that wasn’t his exact wording.

“Is he going?” Jungkook couldn’t shield the distaste in his voice even if he wanted to, not that you could blame him as you sighed.

“No idea, probably not.” You shrugged, “If he didn’t go to my high school one, I don’t see why he’d go now.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, “He didn’t go to your high school graduation?” He spat the question, and his angered tone put you on high alert but you did your best to remain cool.

“I had grown used to him not being there by then and I’m more than used to it now.” You were suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze on your shoulder, feeling more exposed as the man in front of you dug into your relationship with your uncle, “Jungyoon’s just busy, that’s all.” Your smile was strained and made his jaw clench.

The lie could be spotted a mile away, but he let it go despite how it ticked at his patience, "Have you figured out your cap and gown stuff?"

You sighed, “Yeah, Jin is going out to get me a set as we speak.”

“Good.” He was firm and you locked eyes with him when he continued, “You don’t have to live like that anymore, you know?” He spoke, just as firm but slightly quieter, "I hate that shit." There was that spiteful tone again.

You scrunched your nose, “And what do you know about how I used to live?” Defensiveness crept up your spine and you hated how easily a simple tonal shift could tick away at your temper with Jungkook. You don’t know why he put you on the defensive, but he was just so hard to read. Although the last time Jungkook brought up your life before you moved in, it led to a huge fight so maybe you were just gearing up for one just in case.

It was his turn to be confused for a moment, but he was evidently more irritated, “What don’t I know? We’re in the same university department.”

Your heart stopped for a moment at his implication. He knew. Did he tell the others? No, no way he did, or else they would have asked you about it by now. Though him knowing was hardly ideal either. You didn’t know if you could mentally handle another person you like discounting your experience as Jungyoon had so bitterly done and continued to do. “You mean you know about my accident?’ You sat up a bit straighter and felt your mouth dry, prepared to beg him to see your side of things and believe you.

“Accident?” He spit the word with so much disgust you nearly flinched. You tried to scramble to build up an emotional defense that would be able to take the blow of a guy you really liked, regardless of his temper, but you knew nothing would make his disregard sting any less. You thought he was a good man- but maybe you’re the issue. Maybe you keep making good men into cold, distant, or even violent ones. Maybe whatever mean shit Jungkook was going to come out with was what you deserved, “What do you mean? It wasn’t an accident!” He stopped rocking on the chair as he watched pure confusion flood your features, “Why do you keep saying that?” He definitely looked angry, but not at you. Something between relief and melancholy was drowning your brain as you tried to process his reaction, but you remained stuck on his question.

You wanted to ask yourself the same question. You knew it wasn't an accident, but calling it anything else would have surely wrenched a mountain of questions from people who had questions about the scars and faded bruising on your wrists. You were by no means a private or shielded person, but telling people about what happened to you meant gawking and the risk of watching their face morph into Jungyoon’s disgust. He was the only person you had throughout the whole ordeal and nearly had a conniption each time you called it anything but your fault. Yesterday was proof enough. Maybe saying it so many times made you start to believe it. Or it made it easier to pretend you did.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, and instead of digging up the answer to his question you felt annoyance bleed out of your mouth, “What do you know about what happened?” You accused, “Don’t tell me you keep track of campus rumors.” The thought of his understanding of one of the worst nights of your life coming from a source as unreputable as your department’s gossip mill made your guts twist in disgust.

This seemed to only anger him more, “Rumors? I was there.” He scoffed, almost offended you thought an idol would believe rumors so easily, “Are you seriously pretending you don’t remember me still?!”

His words were ice water in the electricity of your veins, shocking you silent for a moment as you brought your head up to study his face. He wasn’t lying, not that he ever made lying a habit of his as far as you could see, but what the hell was he saying? You were at the hospital alone until you woke up. You would’ve remembered a worldwide pop star at the hospital.

“Pretending? Why would I-” You shook your head in disbelief, “I know you weren’t there, the only person there was-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He fought the urge to shout, and your brows drew in on themselves. He was dead serious, “I was at the hospital, making sure he didn’t…”

Fear painted your features and when he finally looked at you, he paused.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks and closed his eyes for a moment. Fuck, fuck. He should’ve just said he believed the rumors. He shouldn’t have even brought it up but the thought of you living anything like the shell you were ticked him off. He watched you work too hard for you to just go back in on yourself. The last thing you needed mere days before graduation was a reminder of that bastard. The facade he thought you had been putting up had been eating him alive though. He constantly felt on edge just looking at you, wondering why you pretended to meet him for the first time when he was at your side that night. He had been at your side for so long and for you to just introduce yourself to him like nothing made his nerves flare, but avoiding you was an agony like no other.

Meanwhile, you were put on pause as you processed it all. Your thoughts had come to an abrupt stop right when you needed them most. How could Jungkook had been there? You knew that day like the back of your hand. You had to reiterate it countless times to countless detectives and lawyers.

////

You wanted to close your eyes but didn’t want to risk them needing to replay the video. Detective Moon wasn’t an exceptionally kind woman, so you didn’t want to make her job or your day any harder as she played the video.

You were in a white crop top as you smiled slyly at the camera, “Hi guys, welcome in, love to have you all.” You giggled, obviously fake to you but real enough to the viewers, as you seemed to be reading a comment, “Am I tired of carrying around my breasts all day? Why? Do you want to carry them for me?” The pings and tips can be heard along with a short fake laugh, “I could use a cute little servant at my beck and call, maybe, to give me a nice massage when I need it.” It was now you could just barely make out the sound of a door creaking open over the pings.

You shifted uncomfortably next to Jungyoon who was deadly silent along with Detective Moon. You wanted to glare at her for not insisting he leave, but you doubted she cared much about your comfort as she waited mere hours before making you relive the trauma. You bit your lip, wrapped up in a blanket as you fought the urge to cry, knowing what was coming, It was like watching a horror movie for the second time, and you wanted nothing more than to beg the protagonist to run, get out of there, grab a bat, something, anything to avoid-

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t have time to muster a fake laugh before a sickly sweet voice spoke.

“I would, my precious thing.” His voice was sickly even and smug. You watched your eyes snap to his form and you screamed. The sound was piercing and made Jungyoon jump but you remained defeatedly still.

It was painful, watching your face twist from confusion to horror with an overwhelming wave of fear. Watching it back now, it was so abrupt. It was a poorly-paced horror film, and it all happened way too quickly. Regardless, the fear on your face was undeniable, and it would be nice to pretend what you were watching was just a bad movie, but you could see real horror on your features, too real to be considered an act that didn’t creep under your skin even as the laptop slammed down, obscuring the picture in black. Although, much to your misfortune, the live stream continued.

You could hardly hear your screams blowing out your mic over the pings, but you barely registered the pings being a sign of the stream going amidst your panic. The thought made you sick you watched the comments continue making requests. All while you begged for help, “Get off me!” You screeched and could hear the scuffle just as clearly as it was in your nightmares, “Who are you?! How did you get in?!”

“I love you, you know me!” He insisted, voice far too comfortable in his lies. A chill crawled up your spine as he played the role of a soothing boyfriend like it was the truth. He spoke to you like you were overreacting and it made your skin prick.

You allowed your eyes to close this time, not that you could see anything with the tears in them, but you clearly remembered the flurry of his face, his eyes, his dry and calloused hands rubbing over your wrists as you struggled. His lips were chapped as he tried to push them against yours but that's when you really started thrashing and the whole thing became a blur. His nails were short, but jagged enough to cut in your skin as he straddled you. He weighed less than you but the fear he elicited suffocated your form, You remembered not even registering the damage he was doing to your skin as you pleaded for him to get off of you and begged for help. You could hear a distinct tear before a heavy thump and a groan. Yes, this was the part where your thrashing paid off after he tore your shirt, giving you the leeway to knee him in the groin. Your footsteps were unorganized but quick before the door slammed. You begged this version of you to run even faster, knowing there wasn’t much time before-

“Stupid thing!” He groaned before you could hear heavy footsteps and the same door slam.

The video ended and you opened your eyes to look at your raw wrists, purple and red to represent the broken capillaries and broken skin, the jagged crescent gashes held dried blood in place of scabs now, you still weren’t done losing part of yourself at his hands, “I understand this is difficult, but can you tell me what happened when the screen went black.”

You swallowed deeply, “A man I didn’t know had emerged from my closet and when he saw me panic, he slammed the laptop shut.” Your breathing shuddered as you fisted the hospital blanket in the private room you woke up in, “Then he straddled me, pinning my wrists down. I struggled, but his grip was too strong and I could barely breathe.” Your words were as distant as you could get them, wanting to be as far away from the whole event as you could. Maybe if you told it without emotion you wouldn’t feel so shitty.

“Did he restrict your breathing in any way?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, I think I was having a panic attack.” She hummed in understanding but Jungyoon remained stone, “He was yelling, and yelling makes me freak out even more.”

“Why is that?” The question made you swallow hard, making you feel like a child that had rehearsed lines to tell for this line of questioning that you once were. However, you no longer had to fear being separated from your family for the truth anymore.

“My biological mother and my father, they had a volatile relationship with each other..” The detective raised and brow, knowing that wasn’t the end, so you sighed, “...and me.” You murmured and saw Jungyoon stiffen.

“Where are they now?” You could almost scoff at how loaded the question was. The short answer was you didn’t really know, but the most honest answer was-

“My mom left when I was 15 and my dad died when I was 14.” You explained, but the words stung. You didn't like talking about either of them, but even the mention of your dad made Jungyoon scowl.

“Okay, you can continue with what happened.” She could clearly see you were uncomfortable talking about your parents.

“Well, he was trying to talk to me and tell me how I knew him and he loves me, how I was his… thing.” This made you pause, repulsed you, “Like I wasn’t human like I didn’t have a right to resist him or something.” You bit your lip before going further. It was certainly not the first time you had been treated subhuman and you doubted it would be the last, but that paired with the attack made you nauseous, “I could hardly hear him over the yelling and my panic and the pinging. Then, he got frustrated because I wouldn’t stop struggling.”

“Was he trying to do something?”

You nodded with a pained look as the sheets turned into a glob of blue, “He was trying to kiss me, he talked about how much he wanted to touch me but he had to keep my wrists pinned, but I kept moving, so he took one hand off of my wrists and ripped my shirt. Guess he gave up on the kiss.” You glanced at the scrap of white fabric on the counter across the room, “I kneed him in the groin and that thump was when he fell off of me.” You wiped your tears as you struggled to take a breath, “Then I ran out, wearing nothing but that shirt, my bra, and shorts.”

“Then what happened?”

“I ran until I reached the University hospital. I only live a few blocks from it, so it wasn’t hard.” You muttered, ignoring the cuts in your feet as you spoke, “Then, I think I collapsed after I made eye contact with a nurse.”

“You don’t remember anything after reaching the hospital?” She raised a brow and you shook your head.

“Not well, and nothing substantial.” You shrugged, “Everything was super loud, I was freaking out, and I just kept bleeding.” You remember the nurse saying he nicked a vein with his thumbnail,

“Thank you, y/n.” Detective Moon spoke, “I understand it must have been very difficult to relive that while you’re healing. She stood and took the laptop, “That’s enough for today. We have already identified the attacker, so hopefully, we can settle out of court to avoid further trauma in court-”

“Sorry, who is he?” You looked up at her and she hesitated before sighing.

“Woo Donghee. He is a medical student in your university and he was a subscriber of yours who went by the name-”

“DrLove.” You shuddered, the name having haunted you for months before this, “I remember, I had to ban him not long ago because he kept making threats that he would steal me away.”

“He was? Did you report this?” She looked at you intently, as if ready to scold you.

You scoffed at her accusatory tone, “I did, but the local precinct said there was nothing to be done.” You cast a pointed look to her and she cursed under her breath. You were told a simple “internet troll” was nothing to waste resources on, especially when you had no name or even evidence he was in the country. Little did you know he was right there… he was-, “Woo. That’s the name of the Dean.” You looked up at her and noticed her nervous shift. The dean was a big name and an even bigger donor to everything he could reach, including the police. He wasn’t a socialite, but he was certainly well-connected. If you were attacked by the dean’s son, your case was as good as over.

Detective Moon cleared her throat, “Yes, he is the dean’s son, it’s how he got your address. We believe he had been living in and out of your closet for over a week.” You choked out a sob. He was right there, not just in your home but in your school, watching and waiting, and he was going to get away with it. If anything, you would be kicked out from- “You’re being sponsored by the Women’s Advocacy Coalition, and a lawyer will be handling the case-”

“Lawyer? How much is this lawyer?” You glanced to Jungyoon who spoke for the first time since you had woken up, “I don’t have the money-”

You could barely pay attention to Jungyoon as your face twisted in confusion. Sponsored? How were you sponsored just like that, mere hours after your attack? Did the kind nurse notify someone?

“Sir, we can discuss the arrangements at a later time.” She snapped, bringing you from your thoughts “For now, you stay with your daughter-”

“Niece.” He snipped and you flinched at his tone, “And I also need to discuss this private room. She is under her own insurance-”

“Right now your niece needs support, so we can discuss this-”

“How can I support her if she drains me from hospital and lawyer fees-”

“Just go.” You finally breathed, “Go, discuss what you need to discuss. I’ll pay for whatever I have to.” You pleaded, “Just please, leave me alone for now.”

You didn’t look up again as Detective Moon led him out of your room and you were reduced to nothing but tears, regret, and the aching need to scrub your skin raw.

////

You remembered that day and the attack like it were yesterday, but everything between reaching the hospital and waking up had been a blur. You remembered clearly being there for the sentencing and reading your witness statement as Donghee stood behind you clad in handcuffs. You remembered Jungyoon’s cold demeanor became ice throughout the whole process. The hurtful words and blatant disregard of your feelings, the psych evals, the whispers on campus, the months it took before you could walk a few paces without checking over your shoulder, the way you had to move into a building filled with seven men before you could be home and not check behind every door and under every surface to make sure someone wasn’t hiding, even the money you lost when you stopped doing live streams and shifted to pre-recorded content and photos. You even stopped advertising to a wider, more vanilla, crowd and stuck strictly to more kink-specific content with clear limits and expectations. You remembered it all but not those hours of darkness and blurring.

“Forget it.” Jungkook finally grit out, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I just thought you were pretending not to remember me, and I got why it just-”

“Tell me what happened.” You looked at him with pleading eyes that pierced his stone barrier with eerie ease, the miles away you were from one another or the blue light of his phone doing nothing to stop him from cracking at your vulnerable desperation, “I don’t remember anything really from when I passed out in the lobby of the ER until I woke up with Jungyoon and that Detective.” Jungkook blinked hard and you fought tears, “What do you mean you had to stop him?” Your lower lip quivered and it was like a knife in his chest as he watched fear consume your eyes for the second time in his life, “Stop him from what?” Your voice seemed to be pleading more than asking, but he didn’t want to succumb to your words.

“Y/n, you don’t need to hear what happened.” His voice was much softer, “He’s behind bars and it’s done-”

“It’s not!” You cried, and Jungkook looked taken aback by your outburst, “It’s not done!” You buried your face in your hands as sobs took control of your body and he would’ve given anything to be there to hold you steady, “He’s still in my skin! They’ve faded, but if I so much as zone out for long enough, I can feel his hands on me. I-I can hardly wear a white crop top without feeling sick. It’s not done just because he’s in prison, my father fucking died and I’m still scared of him, how is prison any different?” You were so frustrated, you couldn’t see Jungkook’s jaw clench at the mention of the father you never dared to breathe a word of. You were so upset, you hadn’t even realized you mentioned him. The fear and pain in your voice set something off within him, some sort of base need to destroy anyone who made you tremble, “Now, Jungyoon talks to me even less while Donghee has one year left of his sentence-”

“No, he doesn’t.” He refuted and you balked at him, “Why do you think Dean Woo stepped down when you came back to school and not right when that bastard got charged?” You were finally started to calm down ever so slightly.

You shook your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Jungkook sighed. Fuck, he couldn’t tell you how he knew or what role he played, but he couldn’t have you thinking that fucker would even breath the same air as you any time soon, “Mona is a donor of the university, and she found out Dean Woo stepped down because Donghee got into worse trouble in prison and extended his sentence.” He snarled even saying their names. Dean Woo was just as unhinged as his son, it was only by the fact that he had not laid a hand on you that he remained on the university’s good graces.

You could hardly breathe as you shook your head. How did you not know about this? Then again, who would have told you? The police hardly had any interest in helping you and more in just being done with the case, “Are you lying?”

He scoffed, “Why the fuck would I do that?” He clicked his tongue, “I can’t believe you don’t remember...”

“So tell me what happened.” Your voice cracked Jungkook couldn’t bear the sight of your tears, Please, I need to know.”

“Why?” He asked and the question was simple enough and yet it broke you.

“Do you have any idea what I went through after I woke up?” You asked and while Jungkook didn’t know how to answer, you continued, “Jungyoon kept calling it an accident, not assault or an attack, an accident." Jungkook could kill your uncle if it wouldn't cause so many issues, "Donghee’s lawyer tried to argue I was inviting him to come into my house because of the shit I would say on my streams, so then the whole thing must’ve been an accident since Donghee misunderstood me.” He watched your gaze flicker to your wrists and he wanted so badly to hold your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on anything but the mark of a man that was as good as dead.

Jungkook’s anger flared and he could almost feel the wood on his rocking chair crack under his clenched fist. That fucking bastard. While he knew more about the case than he let on, just knowing that you were exposed to all of that makes his blood boil.

Your mouth was dry all over again as you recounted the horror of not only having your uncle watch part of your live stream but downplay your assault, “Jungyoon agreed. He blamed me. He sulked the whole time I was in the hospital, huffing about how much it was my fault, but he would still stay there all day.” Your stomach sank as you felt the anger you had barely reigned in during that time, “He got drunk the night I came home and told me all about how it was my fault it happened, how unnecessary it was for me to be in the hospital and how he never wanted to take me in and how the accident only-”

“It wasn’t a fucking accident!” The idol lost his composure, “It was assault, and it wasn’t your fucking fault Donghee is a delusional piece of shit who deserved everything he got.”

What did he mean? How did he know such intimate details of your assault when they were never made public record, that was part of the plea deal? How could he have known how unhinged Donghee was unless- “What happened at the hospital?’

“Y/n.” He warned, but when his eyes met yours the anger simmered and he wondered if you knew how powerful you were.

“I deserve to know.” You stressed, “You know I do.”

You were right, it wasn’t fair that you went this long without knowing, even if incidentally. He sighed, “I was heading to the reception desk after getting seen for an ankle injury and there you were. You were crying, but you were hardly coherent. Your wrists were bleeding and then some guy rushed to you.” He clenched his jaw, the memory still fresh in his mind, “He tried telling the nurses he was your boyfriend and he lost you at a club and they almost let him back.” You felt sick at the mere thought, “But then, you started crying even harder, begging for them not to. I guess you heard his voice or something. They asked you who they could call for you and you just kept repeating Jung but you couldn’t get the rest out.”

You could feel the memories start to come back to you as he spoke. He left almost no detail out. You could remember the beeping of the hospital machines and the commotion as the nurses tried to calm you down. You could almost hear Donghee’s pleading voice.

////

“Just let him back.” Jungkook could hear a doctor scowl, “He’s an intern here, he's a good kid-”

“He’s gonna kill me, please!” You cried, catching the concern of more nurses. The ER was vacant at 2 am on a Tuesday, but the commotion you were making echoes throughout the floor, “Don’t, please! Please!” Your agony was evident and his blood ran cold when he saw your figure as he paused by your curtain. Although he could hardly see your face, he knew your voice. He knew it all too well, arguably. The sound of your melodic tones twisted into fear made his heart clench, but he willed himself to entrust your safety in the doctors, something happened but there was nothing he could do-

“Please, she’s my girlfriend and I… I lost her outside of a bar and someone attacked her.” He could hear the man in question plead with the receptionist. Boyfriend? His eyes snapped to some man at least four years older than he was. He was dressed in a wrinkled white shirt and navy sweats, not exactly bar getup. While he kept his knowledge of you at as far of a distance as he could get, he did know you were single and you didn't go to bars, “Let me go see her, I’m all she has.” A lie. Jungkook knew it was a lie. Mona told him your uncle was listed as your only family and you were listed as an orphan. You were an orphan, just like him. It was one of several things that drew him to you time and time again as a fellow student, of course, nothing more. He tried his hardest not to pry into your life, he didn't even know what your job was, only knowing you were a streamer of some sort and no matter how much he wanted to keep tabs, he couldn’t, much. In fact, you had a stream tonight, if he remembered correctly. There’s no way you’d be at a bar with some random man.

“Who can we call for you?” He heard a nurse say as the doctor rolled his eyes, making Jungkook’s blood boil, especially in contrast to the soft-spoken bedside manner the same doctor had with him just moments before.

“Why would Donghee lie-” The doctor began but was cut off by you.

“Jung… Jung…” You were choking on your sobs and he should've just kept walking but couldn't. Could you seriously be bleeding and crying out for someone behind that curtain? He knew Jungyoon was your uncle’s name, but you were so close to saying his and this Donghee was trying to push his way to you. You needed someone, but it wasn’t his place to be that someone-

“Me!” Jungkook looked to the nurse, “I’m Jungkook.” He affirmed, “I have no idea who he is, but she's my responsibility.”

Adrenaline began to pump through him as he watched helplessly while you were riding the treacherous waves of a horrible panic attack. What the hell was he doing? The last thing you needed was for him to bother you, but he couldn’t stand by and let some guy try to take advantage of you.

The nurse nodded and your cries quieted when you heard them calling security, “Jungkook is here, it’s okay.”

He pushed his way behind the curtain and saw you. Your eyes were screwed shut, makeup still intact except for the slight smear of your lipstick. You brought your hands up to your face and that’s when he saw the blood. Your wrists had smeared blood and half-moon wounds that only oozed more. His breathing became short when he saw your torn shirt, purple bra showing through the ruined fabric. A fierce rage bubbled inside of him. He always had a problem with his temper but this was unlike anything he felt before and he had to grip the rail beside your bed to keep himself grounded.

“No, he’s lying!” The other man cried out, and Jungkook’s knuckles were turning white, “That’s my girl!” You wailed at this, all the progress made to a quiet cry undone and that was the final straw breaking Jungkook’s restraint.

He was going to just yell at the guy until he caught notice of the dried blood surrounding the man’s fingers. His lip curled at the jagged look of them, unkempt and slathered in half-dried copper. Half. Dried. Just like some of the streaks of the same color running down your arm.

It was in mere strides he made his way to him and it was with no hesitation that his fist drove into your attacker's face, a sickening crack doing nothing to satiate his need to hurt this man so much worse than he hurt you.

The man's body put up no resistance and even when it hit the ground with a resounding groan, it didn't deter the idol, “What did you do to her?!” His voice bounced off the walls as he landed a right hook into the cheek of your assailant. Donghee’s attempts at fighting back were as good as nonexistent. Jungkook could not allow him the grace of blinking away the pain, even if for only a second.

The med student's was covered in his own blood by the time the security guards finally showed up to break up the fight. The bastard's nose was gushing and his eyes were quickly reddening to match the cut in his lip. Jungkook’s hands were bloodied and bruised, his rings similarly stained with crimson but it still didn’t feel like enough, “Go be with your girlfriend, we got him.” A security officer who had failed to pull him off until an additional guard seethed and your cries brought him back to your bedside.

Needing to play up his role, he was at your side, promising you that you were safe until exhaustion claimed you. He didn’t touch you, knowing the last thing you needed was another stranger’s hands near you, but he spoke to you the whole time until your breathing was steady. He examined your resting face, thankful you were at peace for even just a little bit. Running on autopilot, he was up all night, making calls to Mona and his managers to clean up the metaphorical mess he made while a nurse cleaned the one on his hands. By the time you woke up, you had a lawyer that swore Jungyoon to secrecy, a private room in the hospital that was mysteriously paid for, and the doctor who almost put your life in jeopardy fired. By the time you went back to school, Donghee was locked up for a long time through a series of unfortunate orchestrated events.

////

“Then, I contacted my mother’s charity that specialized in getting legal representation for assault survivors, made sure they didn’t try to get publicity points off of you and let them take care of it.” He averted your eyes, “I didn’t want Donghee to get out of it with his daddy’s money.” He shrugged, unsure of how to mention it was him who gave them the money to sponsor your lawyer and your hospital stay. It would’ve felt like he was bragging about being some white knight when he didn’t really save you. You had to do it all yourself, and he didn’t want you to think any different. Jungkook wasn’t a good man, and he didn’t deserve for you to think any different of him.

Had Jungkook known Jungyoon was even half the asshole he was, you wouldn’t have dealt with him. You wouldn’t have had to go through going back to that place for even a day before he had Mona step in, “You stopped him.” You breathed, “He almost got to me again and you made sure he didn’t.”

He shrugged. You have always been too precious to put your safety into the hands of someone else. This was a lesson he learned the hard way, “I couldn’t stand by and let you get hurt again.” He looked down, unable to face you after being reminded of how terribly he had taken care of you, until he heard your choked sobs, “Fuck, I’m sor-”

“Thank you.” You cried, unable to do anything but repeat the phrase. Up until this point, the only thing that had validated your all-consuming fear and trauma from the assault was the kind correspondence of one of your professors during your hospital stay, but Jungkook was there. He saw it for himself and he didn’t see a hysterical girl, he saw a victim in active danger. He believed you. He believed you never wanted to be attacked. He never thought you were inviting this man to your body from a basic business transaction. He never questioned if you were blowing the situation out of proportion, and the relief of even one ally washed over you and out your eyes, “No one… No one ever cared when I was hurt or crying or anything.” You finally gasped out as you buried your face in your hands, “My own mother wouldn’t protect me from my dad, Jungyoon didn’t want to protect me from another attack, my viewers didn't even call the cops, but some idol I never talked to protected me for no reason.” That wasn’t completely true, Jungkook’s fixation on you began long before that night and would’ve continued regardless of it. Keeping his distance, his obsession with you, at bay had to be the worst decision he had ever made and would have to live with until every problem you ever faced was fixed. He owed you that much for not succumbing to his instincts when he clearly should’ve. Jungkook wanted to ask what in the ever-loving fuck you meant about your dad, but he didn’t want to upset you even further. That would have to wait until you were ready to tell him. All he could do was watch you cry and imagine all the things he would give to be there as you continued, “Thank you for protecting me."

He scoffed, as if he ever had a choice, as if he ever considered it a choice. It was his stupid purpose in life. He was always on the cusp of hating you for years. Hating the way you made him feel, hating the way you didn’t even know him, but he had never considered your protection anything but his responsibility since he saw what happened when he pushed down his instincts, “Don’t thank me for that.” He mumbled, “I’m always going to protect you.”

You paused, opening your mouth before you had any words to give him when you heard his manager calling for him, not that it phased him, “Go, Jungkook, I’ll be okay.” You softly chided and it was a knife to the heart not being able to hold you as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

He shook his head, “I’m not hanging up on you while you’re crying.” He looked appalled at the notion, “Are you even able to talk to the other guys about this?” He asked, hope that you could was burning in his stomach.

When you shook your head, his heart dropped, “Well, Jimin might know, but none of them really know what happened.” You swallowed hard, “I don’t want them to see me any different or.. Or.. um…” You fought the words, they were too sorry to say, let alone think.

“React like fucking Jungyoon.” He hissed and you opened your mouth to protest the obvious truth, but your mouth closed as you nodded defeatedly. He sighed, “I know they won’t.”

“How?” You asked, eyes glittering with a hope far too cautious and it made Jungkook want to kill Jungyoon, your mom, anyone who made you lose confidence in others and yourself.

Because we love you. He sighed, looking up briefly to send a glare to his shrinking manager who backed away from the door, “I just do.” There was not an ounce of doubt in his features, “But you tell them when you want, when you’re ready.”

You bit your lip for a moment, “You don’t think that’s… dishonest?” His brows scrunched and you tried to elaborate as tears began to cloud your vision again, “I mean, I’m their girlfriend and maybe they deserve to know I-I was attacked in case that makes them change-”

“What the fuck did I just say?” He snapped, making you jump and him curse under his breath when tears slipped from your eyes. He really had no fucking idea how to do this shit, but right now he was the only one that could. He took a calming breath before speaking again, “It’s… not their business, regardless of if you want to tell them. It’s your story.” He shrugged, trying his best to remember his time in therapy for you, “Even if it affected who you are, that’s all they need to know is who you are, and that’s what you’re giving them.” He could hardly look at you but if he had, he would see pure adoration in your eyes as his words soaked the doubt from your mind, even if only for a moment.

“W-What if I’m not giving them that?” You asked, still stuck in the cycle of using the event as an indicator of who you are and not how you came to be, even if you knew that’s what was happening, it was so hard to claw your way out of it. It was so hard to cease the search for reasons you don’t deserve companionship.

Jungkook fixed his gaze on your teary face and quirked a brow at your words, “You’re not a good liar, you know?” Your eyes widened at this, “You’re always you, I can tell.” It’s one of the many things he loved about you. He wanted to say it but he nearly swallowed his tongue when you laughed, “What?” He snapped his cheeks heating.

You shook your head, fighting another giggle, “Nothing, I just think it’s funny how you can see so much and still be grumpy while comforting me.” You smiled, a genuine one and you could hear the whining of Jungkook’s manager and before he could snap at the man, you spoke, “I’m feeling better, really, I’ll be okay.” You looked at the idol who was visibly torn, “I mean it.” you looked at him and he sighed when he saw no lie in your beautiful eyes.

This wasn’t fucking fair. He didn’t want to tell you like this, not where he couldn’t hold you in his arms and promise nothing like that would ever happen again.

"Call me if you're not, I mean it." He ordered, coming off more tender than he intended, "And don't fuss over the graduation stuff, okay? All we gotta do is walk the stage. Let the old men handle the rest." He didn't crack a smile but his heart soared in the way you laughed.

"Okay." He watched in awe as your smile met your eyes and only brightened as you admired his face, “Come home soon, yeah?” He nodded before hanging up the call, the fact that you wanted to see him was enough to get him through the next few days without you.

Jungkook leaned back, letting his manager's words turn to dust as he replayed your conversation. You thanked him for protecting you, and part of him wanted to smack himself for not doing so properly sooner but he couldn't stop the smile on his face when he thought of your laugh. You were in tears and then he made you laugh. Was that what it was like to comfort someone? The feeling of elation was like a drug and he wanted nothing more than to do better next time you need him to, soothe your pain, take it for his own and deal with it himself.

Any lingering guilt for what he did to Woo Donghee was long gone as he thought of you.

[spotsupstuff]

"And that's- that's really the problem, right??" Six Ear stumbles through his words, possibly still unused to being so earnestly honest. Shā Dàlì taught him to talk, though, so he swallows his fumbling in favor of continuing.

"I'm falling in love with you!" He laughs as if he just told the most awkward joke in the history of jokes. "ME! At least I think so-." He points to himself, expression beyond distraught.

"I can't even tell if it's genuine-" he takes a deep shaky breath, "-or if... if I'm lusting after normalcy I've never had so badly that I'm trying to use you as a ticket to it."

For all that terrifying truth he only gets a long stare from Táng as a reward.

It's not that Táng is trying to be heartless about this, no no. The idea of doing that to a man who's been working on himself tirelessly for over a year is needlessly cruel. Not to mention- the man in question became his friend along the way.

Just... he would've never guessed it would end up like this.

Everybody else is sitting a bit away. Just far enough so they wouldn't hear their conversation, chatting at the fire of a grill and few lamps. Shā Dàlì had invited them all over to his beautiful boat-home for the night. Just to bond, to maybe sing songs badly while he strums along on his old bass so they can laugh about it. It was all nice and lighthearted until Six Ear gently tugged on his sleeve, slightly frowning, and asked him for a moment for just the two of them.

And after that confession, Táng himself isn't so sure what he thinks or feels about the black furred monkey monster sitting next to him as they overlook the calm sea. He can hear Six Ear's claws scraping against the railing lightly because of the nerves, but he doesn't feel rushed or threatened to answer as fast as possible.

And that's something, right? With Six Ear of all people?

Because with Six Ear of all people, everybody should be feeling threatened all the time. Or at least speaking in past tense, nowadays. Táng still remembers how much of a struggle it was to travel with him on board during their quest to stop the White Bone Spirit, of course. There were evenings when he thought he wouldn't be waking up the next day, with how violent the shadow monkey could get. Six Ear scared Táng and actively scarred Xiǎotiān- that always made his blood boil, to see Xiǎotiān shaking so so badly after a particularly bad encounter.

Táng remembers all the hurt. After all, he was usually the one who had to patch all the wounds up (along with chef Zhū and lǎo Shā, of course).

And still he's... there are still moments when Six Ear's old approaches poke through. Naturally. Those moments are always scary. Past is never not scary. But the thing is...

He shifts where he's sitting, getting more comfortable. He can see from the corner of his eye Six Ear glancing at him, looking suspiciously like an expectant puppy before straightening himself up and looking aggressively forwards at the ocean with an expression one would shoot a friend who's been "borrowing" DVDs for two years too long.

Táng snorts, the other's ears perk up at the sound and somehow the expression becomes even more intense.

That's really as good an example as any, isn't it?

The macaque has become sillier over the time. More easy to deal with, lighter in nature which is kind of ironic to say for the shadow. A year or so ago, during the Mid Autumn festival, Táng offered his friendship to the guy and ever since then it started spinning. Six Ear would be either specially cautious around him, probably afraid that a mistake could break the wobbly friendship bond they had going on, or he would be daringly brash about things, probably unused or disbelieving any of this could possibly last.

Táng started offering him some of his books and at first the monkey had been rather destructive towards those- bending the corners of the pages and sometimes he even went as far as to tear at the paper. The scholar's guess was this was supposed to be some kind of test of his patience, their "friendship" or some sort of self-sabotage. Characteristically, Táng one day simply offered to go and buy a stress toy for the other. He was confused, but allowed Táng to pull him along into the proper shop for that.

They ended up having to buy another one and then hex it so it wouldn't break, what with Six Ear's almost-equal-to-Sūn-Wùkōng's strength, but at the end of it all the toy did its job. And Six Ear seemed genuinely touched and listened when Táng suggested he should maybe pitch the destructive tendencies to Shā Dàlì.

So he listened. With all those ears, one would think it would come easier to him and yet..

From then on they've seemed to start growing somewhat closer. Now knowing the macaque monster wouldn't tear at his books, Táng resumed offering his favorite ones- recommending the ones he hadn't owned personally. It turned out that Six Ear himself was kind of a nerd. And that's what they bonded over mostly.

Thanks to their curiosity, they've reached for the same book and knocked their heads while doing it, talked about different cultures, gone to libraries- one day, Six Ear shapeshifted into human and came to the library Táng works at entirely just to ramble about the book that Táng had beamed to him about a two days ago.

'You already read it all???' Táng remembers asking.

To which, the yāoguài added slightly embarrassed: 'I... ...I got a little bit hooked, I'm not gonna lie.'

'That thing has over 800 pages!! Did you sleep at all???'

'...no. Now let me talk about the plot for an hour or so-'

Their friendship has gotten far enough that Six Ear has unfolded to the scholar in a manner that is almost scary for someone like him.

They've sat a few times deep into the night flipping through Six Ear's own books- things written over the centuries, diaries so he wouldn't forget he said, recipe books, poems, notebooks where he had written down everything he saw through his travels; all he'd translate just for Táng. That is a vulnerability that scares Táng, because he's fairly sure if he'd fuck up this whole friendship thing at this point, the monkey might retract into himself to the point he would never come out again.

And Táng is too compassionate and caring to be alright with that.

Slowly, he looks to Six Ear in present time.

Love... romantic one, at that, hmm.. He will admit he thought about the yāoguài in somewhat similar a vein like that- physically, Six Ear is very appealing- quite the eye candy. But Love love..? Not even Six Ear is apparently entirely sure of it. That alternative to the love kind of scares Táng, to be honest.

When it comes to his marriage to Zhū- he would absolutely need to have a talk with the chef about this, because despite their agreement to have their relationship largely open, what Six Ear might or might not be desiring is a level of commitment that might be out of the comfort zone. For either of them, really- Táng is definitely not going to be comfortable with it if chef Zhū won't be.

"Okay, listen." Táng stands up to be closer to the other, wrapping an arm around him, settling a hand on his shoulder. The macaque melts into the touch. "There's..." his free hand gestures vaguely as he searches for the right words. "There's a lot of... Stuff... in this that we should figure out first before- y'know, settling for something too solid."

Six Ear moves his head just enough so he can get a look at Táng. He doesn't say anything, waiting for the other one to continue.

"I definitely have to ask lǎo Zhū what he thinks about this first."

"Yes- yes, of course, that's-"

"Hey shush." Táng lifts one finger to silence the monster. "I'm going to ask him and you are going to figure out what your actual feelings about this are. I don't want to be just some 'ticket'."

He takes a deep breath, nodding to those conditions. "Then we will see?"

"Then we will see." Táng nods, taking a chance with flashing a little careful smile. "I'd be down to try it out. You've been working hard this past year on things and like..." Táng pulls Six Ear closer, squishing him a little bit against his own body as he fixes his glasses. The monster allows it without a second thought, only shifting his grip on the railing with his tail to adjust to the human's actions. "I can and do appreciate that. I enjoy your company."

At that Six Ear pointedly looks away, but Táng still can see a little trace of a blush on an ear. It prompts a little giggle from the scholar that only adds fuel to the flush.

"And if it won't work out, I'll still love to be your friend. I don't really wanna give that up- not even a bitsy."

[ticklepinions]

Finding the Off Button: Part 2

Yet again I find myself at the mercy at your incessant not so subtle pleas to get tickled. I'd be lying if I said I didn't entirely enjoyed it. This time you've stolen my croissant. And no one comes between me and my croissant.

You act so coy when I ask you about it's whereabouts.

"Maybe you already ate it" you say, failing to suppress your mischievous smile.

Gas lighting me into thinking it's gone huh? That's a criminal offense. And of course, as I pin you down, straddling your waist, you give me even more attitude. Oh you are so very lucky that I love you. /p I waste no time pinning your hands against your thighs with my knees.

There is only one way that I know that gets you talking. It's time, yet again to fine that darn off button. And on today's menu is a certain someone's tummy.

I softly place my hands on your tummy, smirking when your entire body seems to flinch from the gentle touch. Last chance to tell me what I need to know~

You stick out your tongue.

Oh... I see how it is. You'll live to regret that my friend. And with that, my fingers slowly spider over your tum. You squeeze your eyes as tight as you can, as if that would help. Small whimpers escape your lips and your tough resolve is already fading away. Soft and slow, my ten fingers go, making sure you feel every single sensation my fingertips can offer. You can feel the ticklishness beginning to become more and more intense. Word of advice, just don't tense up- aww is it too late? Are you already giggling? How sweet~ Hmm? It tihihickles? Should I add more pressure? Wow this must tickle realllllly badly, I never thought you'd ask me to tickle you even more.

Your wish is my command, is what I would say if I were a genie. But I am not. I am now the tickle monster. I begin slowly poking your tummy, one for the upper tum, three for the lower, five for the left side, seven for the right, and ten for the middle. Oh? Is this even worse? Well I would have never guessed~ I honestly could do this all day. Just poke, poke, poking your ticklish tum. Looking at those wide eyes and flushed face I can assume (as a certified empath) that the thought flusters you immensely. Poking tickles you, but just not enough for your pleasure. It's like a teasing tickle that fades the second it's given to you.

Out of clenched teeth you giggle out a "just tihihickle me alreheheheheady". Wow, a Christmas miracle at the end of April? With your tummy all worked up from the soft tickles, it is surprisingly even more sensitive to the added pressure of vibrating tickles.

All it took was one hand formed into a claw, vibrating right in the middle of your tummy to make you bellow with the sweetest chortles. Poor thing, I almost feel bad for you. But I digress, woe is me for I have not found the off button as of yet. Hmm... Ah perhaps I'm a bit famished. I shouldn't be thinking so hard on an empty stomach.

You start shaking your head and repeatedly yelling "no no NO". What's wrong my friend? ("Don't you dare do it!") Don't do what hmm? I am simply hungry and I must quell this hunger with some... Raspberries

One large raspberry is planted right on your upper belly, causing you to lean forward as you laugh your head off. Mmm that was a juicy one. I must have another. I slip my head under your shirt and blow raspberry after raspberry on your ticklish skin. You squeal and snort, and almost buck me right off. Wow you never fail to amaze me with how utterly ticklish you are.

I think I am quite full for now, thank you for your service. Did you just roll your eyes at me!? That does it. How dare you do such a mean thing to lil ole me!? I just a baby!! Another eye roll??? Fine, don't say I didn't warn you~.

There's a silence so loud that blankets the room as one of my fingers falls into your belly button. I look at you. And you look at me. And I look at you. And you LOook at mEeE. Then you laugh. My finger gently wiggles back and forth in your giggle button. The more I do it, the more laughter pours out of you. I stop and give you light kisses all over your tummy. Oh come on, don't tell me this tickles you too~. I give you a couple of minutes to catch your breath as I find my secret items: a makeup brush and a feather.

First up is the makeup brush. I glide it around your giggle button, then slowly go outwards until your entire tummy has experienced the soft tickly bristles. You snicker and giggle at the new tool. Of course I can't resist digging my fingers into your tummy to keep you on your toes. Next, I swirl the soft feather into your giggle button, enjoying how much you try to suck in your tummy. And every time you do attempt to escape, a couple of scribbles on your lower tummy gets you behaving in no time~.

Sigh. I think this is a more complex puzzle to finish, I think I need to bring out the big guns. I dramatically crack my knuckles and begin descending my wiggling fingers towards your tummy. It's amusing to see you begin to laugh before I even touched you~. I continue teasing you by rapidly lowering my wiggly fingers and stopping before I make contact.

Nothing could have prepared you for the raspberry on your giggle button. And to make matters worse, my fingers begin skittering and poking your lower tummy. You laugh silently, only barely audible squeaks when your laugh drops back to an octave suitable for human hearing. My thumbs begin squeezing the sides of your tummy; fast squeezes for the left side and slower prods on your right. As much as you squirm and buck, you can't seem to avoid all the tickles.

And I think I have won. All I needed to do was to "push" all of these buttons at once. The safeword is eventually giggled out of you as I begin to massage the tickles away. You always gotta do it the hard way huh? Better luck next time

[9000twins]

When Miraidon picked up speed, Hal couldn't help but to hold on tighter to Dave. He was happy that the starchild adjusted himself to allow the android to get a better grip. He felt safer that way. Unfortunately for Hal, he could feel more of that warmth that he mentioned earlier. He was extremely flustered, practically shaking at how he was so close. The only thing keeping him from overheating was the wind as the mechanical creature continued forth.

"Yeah. I'm alright." He spoke so softly, it was clear that he was nervous. He could tell that the other was nervous as well. Dave was..even warmer. It was like a solar flare, if he had to describe it. There was clearly some type of tension in the air, and judging by how warm Dave is...he could feel it too. It wasn't a negative tension, it was more like anticipation. There was a spark that was about to ignite, and Hal wanted it badly.

As the two continued on, Hal couldn't help but to smile softly as he looked forward to the destination. From what Dave told him, he imagined it to be quite cozy and warm. A perfect place for a game of chess or whatever else that the two wanted to do. His core whirred with excitement, wondering what the starchild planned.

"Are we there yet?" He playfully asked, a wry smile on his face appeared as he clearly could see that he was not there yet. "I wonder how fast they could get...but I don't want to find out the top speed just yet." He laughed softly.

Meanwhile. Sal had to hold in laughter as she heard Nul. She looked at Frank with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. "Why not just use tongs or hand feed them? I used hand feeding to get Daisy used to handling. That's quite an unconventional and pretty messy way to care for the animals, no? How do you manage to keep this place clean? I'm glad that they're gonna be back at the pond soon, though. As much as I love my babies...nothing compares to seeing animals in the wild. I remember telling Dr. Chandra that I want to see a wild leopard gecko but their native range is much too dangerous due to its rather intense political climate." She sighed softly.

@ted-the-survivor

“We have some new creatures popping up in the forest.” Dave said, knowing it would excite Sal.

"Oh really!! I'm gonna go get Hal!!" She ran over to her brother, dragging him over by his ponytail.

"Cmon! I wanna go see what's new in the forest and you're coming with me!" She told her brother, who sighed as he was dragged.

"Is this that other world you have been talking about, Dave? I'm quite curious myself. Also Sal...you're going to scare away whatever you're trying to see if you're that loud." He chastised her before returning his attention back to Dave.

"So when will we go?"

[kiribaku-queen]

Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.

[dabifixation]

the importance of knocking

dabi x fem!reader

summary: When Dabi told you to wait at the bar because he was going to "Take care of things" you shouldn't have humored him. You shouldn't have gotten drunk on a mission. And most of all you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling by looking for the blue flame user and discovering exactly what he meant by taking care of things.

warnings: nsfw, smut, voyeurism, unprotected sex, squirting, MINORS DNI

word count: 2.4k

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You really didn't like villains. They were temperamental bigots who were hard to work with and cared very little about their environment.

Blue eyed, flame wielding, two-toned nuisances were not the exception to this.

If anything, having Dabi tag along on your mission didn't really help with your dwindling impression of the man.

Said mission was going downhill very fast, losing your chance to achieve funds from your organization's formidable benefactors, all because somebody thought it was funny to set Mr Park's hair on fire after the man passed a comment on somebody's unprofessional attire.

You hated him for that. Truly hated him. However you knew he wasn't just messing up your mission for his own amusement. You weren't stupid, you knew a field test when you saw one. This mission was set up to see how well you'd do now that the Meta Liberation Army was under siege from the League of Villains. Dabi was your examiner.

And you failed the test.

So it came as a surprise to you when the bane of your existence suggested that he'd take care of things, which made you wonder if he was a comedian in his past life cause what could he possibly do to fix things.

You spent the next hour by yourself with an endless supply of whisky in hopes of coming up with a good plan in order to leave Japan undetected.

When the next hour passed by you began to wonder where your flame wielding partner went and how long he'd be. You were convinced that he was just hunting down one of the benefactor's and stole their suitcase filled with money. But you doubt killing someone took a full two hours, so you began to worry.

Not for him of course. That would be out of character for you. You were just worried about disappointing Shigaraki by coming empty handed and not on time. At the end of the day, you were a sucker for praise and didn't mind getting it from someone who ruined the goals and reputation of the Meta Liberation Army.

You had a serious problem.

Checking your wristwatch one last time, you decided now was a good time to phone Dabi. Snickering to yourself when you saw his contact was saved under 'If Menstruational Pain Was A Person'. You clicked on his contact, hoping he wouldn't be those annoying people who answered after the fifth ring on purpose.

He wasn't.

"Whoever this is, it better be important. I'm in the middle of something." He sounded slightly out of breath, and from the soft rustling of something in the background you could tell he wasn't in any danger. It made you sigh in relief.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Oh it's you. Miss me already?" You didn't need to see him smirking on the other end, cause you knew he was.

You ignored his question, "Where are you?"

There was pause that lasted long enough for you to hear a muffled cry in the background and an unknown squelching sound. You didn't take him for someone that tortured his victims.

You learn new things everyday.

"Room 3406." You heard a groan this time, making you frown. Why was he dragging his torture session out so long, the least he could do was put the poor person out of their misery and take their money.

Wait.

"You're still in the hotel. You damn asshole I thought you were dead in a ditch!" You raised your voice, not caring that people passing by gave you concerning looks.

"Didn't realize you cared so much about little old me." He let out a sound crossed between surprise and a laugh, which caught you off guard.

He hung up before you could give a response.

That was weird.

You looked down at your naked arms, noticing the goosebumps.

Yeah, very weird.

❦

It didn't take you long to find the hotel room, thanking your lucky stars when you found out the room was unlocked and didn't require a key card.

Once you entered the room, you glanced around noticing that nothing was out of place or broken. There was no signs of struggle, which was a good thing. It made cleaning up easier.

Your eyes landed on a pair of familiar boots placed adjacent to a pair of red bottom heels that were laying on its side.

You picked the heel up, examining it to see if there was any blood on it. There wasn't.

That's strange.

"Uhnnnggg~"

Your head snapped in the direction of the main bedroom when you heard the sounds of someone whimpering in pain. The warning bells in your head grew louder when you decided to check out what was going on.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar but not enough for you to see what was on the other side. You heard a deep groan as your fingers brushed the doorframe, your heart in your throat at what you'd find. So you pushed forward expecting everything but what was in front of you.

You didn't dare move.

There Dabi was, hands gripping tightly on some woman's hips. The muscle in his arms flexing, and his legs out stretched beneath her. Her hands were buried in his obsidian locks as he set the pace for her, bouncing her up and down his cock. Each time he brought her down, she'd let out a R-rated moan. She swiveled her hips as best as she could, but from the way her thighs trembled from the pleasure, you could tell it was too much for her.

Dabi's eyes were shut in bliss, letting out a breathy moan when she opted for grounding on his cock instead. From her quick movements, you could tell she was close.

"Yes, yes, yes –oh fuck!"

Dabi immediately flipped her over, preventing her from reaching her climax. His heavy cock slapped against his abdomen, smearing moisture against his defined stomach. You quickly looked away, focusing on the woman instead.

It immediately clicked in. You knew who she was.

Yui Murukami, the 34 year old heiress and CEO to the company that supplied our friends in capes with support items. She was a rich and powerful woman known throughout Japan, and one of the benefactor's that pulled out their sponsorship after finding out that the Meta Liberation Army was infiltrated with "heretics."

The same heretic that's narrow hips she currently had her long milky legs wrapped around.

What a hypocrite.

You got a good look at Dabi for the first time tonight. Your eyes traveled down his lean form. What he lacked in muscle, he made up for in flexibility. The position he was in was a testimony to that.

The subtle red hair trailing down towards his impressive length caught your attention. So he was a natural redhead? That or he had some weird hobby of dyeing his pubes.

It made you shudder.

He pumped at his veiny cock, gathering the pre-come dripping from the pink and angry head, and used it to lubricate himself further. The golden piercings keeping his two skin types together stretched as he did so.

You thanked whatever God was out there for Dabi not noticing you. They surely had your back. Now was the perfect time to escape. Dabi was clearly lost in the throes of pleasure. But just as you stepped back, the floor beneath your feet decided now was a good time to announce your presence.

Dabi's eyes immediately snapped open in your direction.

Those ocean blues stared at you intensely without a hint of shame. You were frozen in place as you held his heated gaze, eyes falling to his lips when his tongue jotted out to lick them. It had you entranced and you almost missed the way his lips broke out into a full grin when he knew exactly what position he had you in.

Hook, line and sinker.

He was taunting you, waiting on you to storm out of this room in embarrassment and anger. Dabi was a sick individual who'd take any and every opportunity to test you and your loyalty to the Paranormal Liberation Front. If you walked out now, despite how badly you really wanted to, that would be the same as failing. You weren't about to fail twice in one night.

He raised an eyebrow when you didn't barge at his challenge. Shrugging, he guided his cock back inside the woman with a soft sigh. He broke eye contact first, looking down at where their bodies joined and bottomed out into her. She let out a ridiculously high-pitched moan.

He kept her thighs far apart as he continued his ministrations despite knowing you were watching.

Your face was hot as you clenched your fists tightly.

Slapping and squelching sounds filled the room as their movements picked up. The air growing heavy with the smell of sex. Dabi was rutting into her in a way that had her breasts bouncing in a particular rhythm.

There was something so enticing about the way she pushed herself back onto him every time he gave short deep thrusts. She clawed at his chest, trying to push him away but he wasn't having it. Instead he drove into her faster and more ruthlessly as a warning.

This moment was too intimate and private, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away either.

It was intoxicating.

Suddenly a long keening sound left her lips, hands digging into the once pristine sheets, almost tearing them apart. Dabi hit a special spot inside of her that neither of you could see.

Heat rushed to your belly in an all too familiar feeling.

He continued hitting that spot, her body violently shaking and writhing. The way his hips were angled, it brushed against the little button at the top of her mound perfectly.

That was the last straw.

She came so hard, no doubt clamping tightly around his cock. Causing him to throw his head back in eye rolling pleasure with a deep throaty groan. His movements began to filter in order to prolong the feeling, but he quickly regained his composure and picked up where he left off. Triggering her into squirting all over his abdomen. Not once, twice but thrice.

His abdomen glistened with her juices and his added sweat. The way his hair fell into his eyes and clung to his neck had your heart skipping a beat.

"Does this make you feel good?" He asked her as his hips bucked up. Voice deep, too deep.

Fuck yes.

She responded in a tired moan.

"I could have you like this underneath me every night if you just–" he snapped his hips into hers to accentuate his point, "–begged nicely."

Jesus.

She continued to mewl, clawing into the sheets as she neared her second orgasm.

"All you got to —fuck— say is please and I'll be scratching every itch inside of you that those fingers can't reach." He toppled over her, dropping both hands on either side of the her head.

"Uh huh." She let out, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"I don't like being ignored." He looked at you this time, making you jolt. One of his hands reached out to grip around her throat, making her gasp as he controlled her airway.

When she responded in a broken moan, he ignored her and kept his eyes focused on you instead. He narrowed his eyes, something dark flashing in them before he looked back down at her. A deep growl in his throat.

Oh.

He was talking to you the entire time.

You rubbed your thighs together to ease the aching between your legs.

It didn't go by unnoticed, as much as you hoped. Dabi gave you a look that made him seem so vulnerable at that moment. All his walls came crashing down and for once you could read his facial expression. He desperately wanted you to be the one underneath him.

"Touch yourself." He commanded, hips bucking in urgency.

He was close.

Yui was long forgotten as it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. You did as he said, ignoring the voice in your head that was calling you a 'fucking idiot.'

You unzipped your pants, enough to give him a view of the shape of your pussy and the increasing wet patch at the center of your lace panties. You pushed your hand into your pants, while the other bunched your shirt up. The moment your fingers brushed against your drenched folds through your panties, you closed your eyes and let out a silent moan. Everything felt hypersensitive. You didn't care that this wasn't enough to send you over the edge, all you cared about was imagining it was him touching you like this, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucked you into next week.

"Fuck." He let out after a long time of being silent. "Good girl, just like that–"

A loud groan ripped out of his throat before he could finish his rambling.

Not too long and the rhythm Dabi started with began to stutter when his hips bucked up irregularly. The woman underneath him putting on a whole performance but he continued to ignore her in favor of you.

He gave you a needy look as he gave one last sloppy thrust, waves of pleasure being sent to your pussy.

Dabi let out a moan that was so guttural and so deep as he came inside of her wishing it was you instead. He chased his high in quick juvenile thrusts, making sure every last drop was emptied inside of her.

His hips continued to twitch from his intense climax, a pained hiss leaving his lips. The oversensitivity finally catching up to him.

He gave her a slow open mouthed kiss after they regained their breaths. Pulling his softening cock out of her with a wet pop. He nuzzled his face into her neck, causing her to giggle and hug his form closer to hers. And he allowed it.

He looked back up at you, an indescribable look passing through his eyes. It was quickly gone as it had come, being replaced by a smirk and knowing wink that said everything you needed to know.

Bastard

Dabi was an incredible actor and you were just another one of his victims.

You left just as Dabi started getting hard again, obviously he could go for another round, a round you wanted no part in witnessing.

You weren't going to be used by him again in order for him to find a quick release. To hell with him and his twisted version of testing someone's loyalty. You felt utterly humiliated and dirty. All you wanted was to go back to the PLF hideout and crawl into your bed and forget this all happened.

How could you be so stupid. He had this all planned out from the start. No wonder he was so quick to help you when the mission started going downhill.

You hated him so much.

You wanted to scream when you realized he told you the room number on purpose despite being in the middle of that. He wanted you come up and catch him in the act, and that's why he had no problem in you watching him do those things to her. He wanted to see what you'd do in that situation. This was all one big joke to him.

Yet you couldn't understand why you were still so horny and soaking wet.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

part one | part three | part four | part five | masterlist | wattpad

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?