#she stopped purring and drinking water today

[roylustang]

I feel so bad for my poor kitty :’(

[gilverrwrites]

Hello, me again

Could you make also, a Dean having erotic/dirty dream with his female best friend or rival (or a best friend that is also a rival).

And all that she does remember him of his smut dreams

Not So Sweet Dreams

Author note: Sorry for the delay, I've been super busy with unrelated things, but I had a lot of fun writing this and trying to get into Dean's mind set. I hope it's what you wanted and that you enjoy it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester/F!Reader

Rating: M/18+

Words: 3349

Content: Dean being jealous and over-protective. Male gaze/male fantasies, drinking, swearing, violence, blood, vampires, arguing, hatesex, (kinda) subby Dean, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v sex, woman on top.

Please remember: That you deserve love.

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You were being surprisingly level-headed about the whole thing. The two of you had inadvertently wound up at the same nightclub, hunting the same nest of vampires. You’d begrudgingly agreed to work together, two hunters are better than one, after all. But you’d been reckless. You, strutting around in your skimpy black dress to get their attention, acting drunk and helpless, had been part of the plan. Watching you had undoubtedly been his favourite part. You letting one of the vamps take you into the back office without warning and without backup was not. You were supposed to lure them outside, not deeper into the building, behind far more security. By the time Dean had found a way to stealthily follow, he’d found you in a precarious position. Time seemed to stand still as he took a moment to process the sight. Your dress, or what was left of it, was all but hanging off as you fought back against not one but THREE bloodsuckers. The image of your ass in that tiny little thong, would be etched into his mind until the day he died. When he found his bearings again, he stepped up. If there is one thing he’s good at, it's decapitating vampires. Even you couldn’t deny how quickly and skilfully he’d taken out your opponents before swooping you into his arms and taking you back to the car. He’d expected your normally ungrateful ass to be, well… ungrateful. After years of reluctantly crossing paths, he’d come to expect your brash, defiant attitude but you were taking the whole thing pretty well. In fact, he was considering how he might slip you some holy water when your voice interrupted his thoughts. “Thank you so much again, Dean.” You purred, and he looked over at you, sitting in the remnants of your disguise and his jacket, comfortable and safe in the passenger seat of his baby. The words sounded all wrong coming out of your mouth, but he wasn’t complaining. You reached over and patted his inner thigh, making his breath hitch as you continued. "Really, I’m so grateful.” At that moment, he pulled up outside the motel the two of you were checked into, separately. Taking advantage of your newly found pliable nature, Dean asked, while cocking his thumb towards his room; “You wanna come in? Have a drink?” You nodded and allowed him to slip his arm around your waist as he led the way. You didn’t object when he guided you to sit on his lap or brush him off as he examined the scrapes and bruises on your arms. “I didn’t know you could be so well-behaved.” He teased as he finished tending to the worst of your wounds. You giggled in response, actually fucking giggled; it was magical and confusing as hell. “What is up with you today?” “I want you, Dean,” you replied, looking down at him through your lashes. You placed your hand on his cheek, gently pulling him closer until your lips locked. Your lips were so soft against his, and in that moment, he decided to stop questioning your personality transplant and just go with it—at least for the night.

Every tiny detail of his illicit dream flashed through Dean's mind now as he watched you across the dancefloor. Your little black dress wasn’t quite the same as in his dream, but it and everything else was damn close enough. Where your weapons were hidden was totally beyond him.

You’d been less than thrilled when you’d bumped into him at the motel, but had reluctantly agreed to team up with him for the hunt. The similarities should make him nervous, but he just couldn’t seem to make himself care in the moment. Not at the sight of you, seemingly lost to the music, dancing beneath the flashing lights. Your body was so much hotter than he’d dreamed it. He was so engrossed in the sway of your hips that he barely noticed the glare you shot him before shimmying further into the crowd. 

Dean takes a swig of the beer he’d bought as a prop, attempting to clear his head from the fantastical image of your hips, naked and riding him, from the way your body curved with each move. This is gonna be a long night. With another sip of his beer, he starts walking, patrolling the club, taking stock of the exits, the staff, all the things he should be keeping tabs on.

When he sees you again, you’re seated at the bar, smiling, chatting with a bloodsucker whose hand is so far up your thigh he’s surprised you aren’t squirming. In his dreams, your skin burned hot, and your breathing hitched when he ran his hand between your legs.

He slows, trying to eavesdrop, but he can’t make out a word over the booming music and the hustle of the crowd. He wants to head up to the bar to get closer in case you need help. But he can’t afford the risk of making a scene, so he keeps walking, intent on circling the building once more before finding a vantage point he can monitor you from. But when he returns, you’ve left the bar.

Cursing under his breath, he scans his environment; he finds you on the other side of the floor. Stumbling around in the arms of the same handy bloodsucker you’d been pawing at the bar. He should have fucking known this would happen. Exasperated, he watches as you’re guided through a door with a keypad, not an exit door. You were being herded into some kind of off-limits staff area. This was not the plan. 

He pulled out his phone, watching intently as he waited for the time display to change. As much as it killed him, he couldn’t hurry in, guns blazing. That would put you at even more risk. As soon as 3 minutes had passed, he checked his surroundings for fangbangers before marching to the door. Luckily, the keypad was old, and the numbers 1278 were worn. He started punching in codes until the door gave way on 1827.  The hallway was clear, and he could hear commotion coming from a room at the end of the hall.

When he entered, you were anything but the helpless damsel he’d saved in his dream. You looked powerful and radiant. You were stood tall, fully dressed, and swinging your knife at one of the four vamps as they attempted to advance on you, until you locked eyes with Dean. The swing of you knife had stuck the landing, but the distraction had opened you for an attack from behind. The biggest of your opponents had grabbed you, forcing you into a full-nelson, rendering your arms almost entirely useless. Regardless, you bucked your hips up and kicked at the vamp still in front of you.

That’s when fight mode kicked in for Dean. He pulled his machete from its risky position tucked in the inside of his jeans and started swinging at the other two vampires, taking one out almost instantly. The other was smarter and faster, dodging his strikes and mouthing off every chance he got. Dean didn’t bother quipping back. This was the same vamp who’d been cosying up with you earlier, and he didn’t want to waste any more energy on him.

By the time he’d taken the vamp out, you’d gotten free and were evading the big guy. It seemed your knife was laced with some potent dead man’s blood, because the one you’d stabbed earlier was whimpering on the floor. Dean put the thing out of its misery as he crossed the room to help you.

You had to tag team the last one, taking turns distracting and swinging for it until Dean landed the decapitating blow.

He turned to you, grinning and ready to brag about taking out most of them alone, but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the nasty gash you were cupping, leading from your shoulder and over your chest. There were more, up and down your arms. Instead, he barked, harsher than intended. “We should get out of here. Fast.”

“But there’s still more.” You argued. 

“I don’t care.” His anger didn’t let up. He grabbed you by the wrist, ensuring there were no injuries there first, and began pulling you into the hall. “We’ll deal with that later, let's go.”

He’d offered you his jacket, but you’d declined. This was not how he’d dreamed it. You sat in the passenger seat of his baby, your dress torn and bloodied, your face sour, refusing to look at him. He heard you take a deep breath and braced himself for your snide comment.

“What were you thinking? You could have gotten us killed.” You didn’t even sound mad, you stated it like a fact.

He couldn’t help but do a double take as he processed your words. “Me? We had a plan, and that wasn’t it. What were you thinking, going off alone with them?”

“I had to think on my feet, and it was going perfectly until you barged in and fucked it all up. God I am so sick of you.”

“Perfect my ass! Putting yourself in dange-”

“I was fine, YOU put me in danger.” He opened his mouth to interject but you continued, going full rant. “They saw you sniffing around the club, and when you broke in, they saw you on the CCTV. It wasn’t exactly hard to put 2+2 together. You always do this, you underestimate me. I am not some damsel in distress, I can handle myself.”

The air was thick with bitter tension as he drove the rest of the way to the motel in silence. He didn’t like you going off alone like that, but maybe you had a point. Hunting wasn’t exactly the safest of jobs, and you’d made it this far without him. He should have apologised or tried to smooth things over, but instead, he asked, “Well, princess, will you at least let me patch you up?”

You watched with furrowed brows as he cocked his thumb to point at his room. He’d expected you to ignore him and head for your own room, but you agreed with a nod and crossed your arms as you followed him inside.

He didn’t try getting you to sit in his lap. You sat yourself on the end of the bed as he located his makeshift first-aid pack.

“Should I put the TV on?” He asks, knowing it’ll likely be a long, quiet process if not. 

You glare, and he knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s reminded of the look you’d given him across the dancefloor earlier and everything else he’s associated with it. Eventually, you answer. “Whatever.”

He sighs, switches on the TV, and begins patching you up in silence. He tries to be gentle, but the alcohol makes you hiss and groan as he cleans you up. Every moan evokes an indecent image that makes his skin burn with inappropriate arousal. He wonders if you sound the same in bed.

When the worst of the damage is patched up, he starts cleaning up the excess blood, checking for any he might have missed. Blood from the cut across your chest has gathered and congealed in your cleavage. He hooks a finger on the low neckline of your dress and looks to your face for approval. You’re unbothered, eyes fixated on the TV screen with such distaste he wonders if inanimate objects can take offence.

He tugs at the dress, not enough to expose anything but enough to get your attention. You glance down at his hand, then to his face, and shrug before diverting your attention back to the TV. Taking that as permission, he pulls your dress down, almost certainly too far. He takes an involuntary moment to soak in the image, blood and bandages included, you were a vision in your lacy black bra.

Your deliberate coughing brought him back to the present, and he made quick work of cleaning your chest, avoiding your gaze as he worked. When he was done, you pulled your dress back up without delay. You made no move to get up, and he made no effort to move you. Instead, you continued to sit in awkward silence. Both of you too stubborn to speak first.

When you finally broke the silence, you didn’t sound angry anymore, just tired, worried. “The rest of the nest is gonna be on our trail.”

“I know.” He conferred, trying to match your energy. “But it’s almost sunrise, we have time to rest and regroup before tomorrow night.”

“And will I be allowed to fight them, or would you like to cover me in bubble wrap?” Your voice still lacked malice, just sarcasm.

Without taking the time to think through his words, Dean replied. “You can do whatever you want. Just don’t blame me when you get yourself killed, or worse turned.”

“There you go again.” You leaned away from him, rolling your eyes, exasperated. “All your mouth does is talk dumb shit.”

“My mouth does plenty, thank you very much.”

“Like what?” You ask, tone defiant as you watch him through your lashes. The words were wrong, but the intense gaze matched his fantasy. He half expected you to reach out and pull him in for a kiss. When you don’t, he does it for you. You taste like salt and booze, but your lips are so soft, they melt right into his.

When you pull away, he braces himself for you to yell, or punch, or leave, but instead, your eyes rake over his face. He notices the heat in his cheeks when you comment, “Are you blushing, Winchester? Because of me?”

“No, it’s hot in here.” He replies curtly, still not wanting to give you the upper hand. 

“Funny.” You aren’t laughing as you look around the room. “I’m pretty cold.”

“You lost a lot of blood. That’s one of the symptoms.”

“Isn’t delirium also a symptom. If it’s that bad, are you taking advantage of me?” You raise brows at him, challenging him.

In return, he shoots you with the most puppy-dog concerned face he can muster. “Are you? Delirious? Should we stop?”

“No, get back over here and kiss me.” Now you reach for him, placing both hands on his cheeks and pulling him closer until your lips lock again. Mid kiss, you straddle him, holding him still with your arm around his neck as you begin to grind against his clothed erection.

He paws at the skirt of your dress until you get the hint and pull it over your head. He only gets a second to enjoy the view before you return the gesture, lifting his shirt up until he finishes the job for you. By the time he’s done, you’ve removed your bra as well. He greets the unobstructed sight of your breasts by planting himself between them, lavishing them with his mouth, sucking and nibbling at your nipples as you roll your hips against him.

Offering you reprieve, he pulls back to watch you as he dips his hand into your panties, happy to be greeted by the slick between your folds. Not bothering to tease, he plunges a finger straight in, enjoying the way your heat immediately clenches around him. He pumps the solo digit a few times before adding a second and a third, and you take each one perfectly. The sounds you make are just how he’d dreamed it, but also somehow better.

The best sound is the squeal you make as he quickly retracts his fingers and switches your position, laying you flat on your back as he straddles your thighs. You take it in your stride, however, and plant your hands on his shoulder before slipping them down his chest to hook into the waistband of his jeans. You work together to undo his belt and jeans. Dean shimmies them down just low enough to expose his dick. You must like what you see because he notices the way you lick your lips at the sight. He makes a mental note to see about putting your mouth to good use at a later time.

Your whole body seems to shiver when he runs the tip of his hardened cock between your slit, deliberately circling your clit.

“You like that?” He coos.

You respond by pushing him off you. He concedes, rolling onto his back and letting you mount him once again. “Shut up.”

He laughs but otherwise does as he’s told, barely able to keep his composure as he takes in the sight of you. You grip his cock, pumping a few times before you start lining him up with your entrance, and he prays you don’t mock his blushing again.

You don’t say anything, but you lock eyes with him as you slide his cock between your lips and sink down onto him. Fuck, you feel so fucking good, better than he could have imagined. Your walls are tight and wet around him, and he can’t help but grip onto your hips, not to force you down, but to make sure you don’t retreat.

When you reach the base, you seize all movement, presumably allowing yourself to adjust, but he can’t help rocking his hip beneath you. You both groan in sync at the feeling.

“Impatient.” You scold, but your voice is soft and dreamy.

“Can’t help it.” He returns, thrusting up again and enjoying the way your eyes roll back in response. “You feel too good, you take it so well.”

You glare at him, challenging him as you reposition your feet, readying to start, and he bites his lip in anticipation.

With no further warning, you start riding him, setting a fast, reckless pace, and releases your hips to fists at the sheets, trying to distract himself from the fact he’s already about to blow his load.

“I think I’m gonna-”

He’s cut off by the immediate narrowing of your eyes. “Don’t you dare, not until I’ve cum first. You owe me.”

“Fuck. Yes ma’am.”  He groans through gritted teeth as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock.

It’s agonising, watching you sway above him, taking what you want from his body. He watches with bated breath as you start to play with your clit, pleasuring yourself. His whole-body jerks, trying to hold back when he feels your walls squeeze around him.  You lol your head back, moaning to the ceiling when you finally hit your climax.

Your body slows as you try to catch your breath, but it’s Dean's turn. He sits up, lifting you by your ass just enough to ease the process of him rutting up into your leaking cunt.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum deep inside you.” He chants.

You nod, blasé and tell him; “Do it.”

As if on demand, he shoots his load, spilling inside you with a loud, animalistic groan.

Your weight falls on him, your head resting against his shoulder. He feels his own energy slowly draining as well, but that doesn’t stop him from placing absentminded kisses on the back of your neck as he carefully falls back against the bed, taking you with him. Of everything that had happened that night, cuddling was the most surprising to him.

After a few minutes he speaks up, shifting to guide you back up. His soft cock slips out, and he feels his own cum drip back onto him. “We should get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.” You nod, taking his queue, standing from bed, and heading for the bathroom to get cleaned up. “And we should really start working on a plan nightfall.”

“Maybe we should get some rest first. Regroup when we're not both exhausted.”

“Are you kidding.” Your head pokes out of the bathroom door. “They could be on our trail right now… What?”

“Nothin’.” He shrugs. All the tension you’d just released together was already building back up. “You just don’t ever fucking change.” 

[akariarda]

FIRSTBOURNE

Request from ao3. Firstbourne is back and spending some time with Lloyd.

Sensei?" Lloyd approached Wu, who stood in front of the monastery, gazing thoughtfully at the sky. "What are you doing?"

"I have a feeling that something important will happen today, my nephew." Wu replied.

"Important?" Lloyd asked, confused.

"Yes, something good, nothing dangerous," Wu said when he saw Lloyd's surprised expression. But Lloyd wasn't looking at him; he was looking at something moving in the sky.

"Is that..." Lloyd asked Wu, who had already started running forward to reach the dragon that had just landed.

"FIRSTBOURNE!" He exclaimed joyfully as the dragon approached him. "So glad you're back."

He stopped a step in front of the dragon, expecting her to happily throw herself at him, but instead Firstbourne just bypassed him.

"Excuse me?" He said this, turning around to see Firstbourne leaping towards him.

"Firstbourne," Lloyd said, overjoyed. "You're here!" The pair immediately forgot about Wu.

Wu simply couldn't be jealous; they were so cute. But still, why hadn't she even said hello to him? ...

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"This feels good," Lloyd said as he rode on Firstbourne. "I'm glad you're here." The dragon purred in response and headed towards Ninjago City.

"Where are you taking us?" Lloyd asked, confused, as he saw them moving away from Ninjago City. Soon they landed on the ground near the amusement park.

"Do you want to go to the amusement park?" Lloyd asked. "But why?"

"Mom, look, a real dragon!" a child shouted and ran up to Firstbourne. Soon all the children gathered around Firstbourne, petting her and feeding her sweets.

"Now I see why you want to be at the amusement park," Lloyd said with a smile. "You like being petted, and you like sweets. You must have inherited that from someone, right?"

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"Are you thirsty?" Lloyd asked Firstbourne as she greedily drank from the oasis in the Ninjago desert.

"No wonder after all those sweets. I've never eaten that many. Firstbourne didn't say anything; she just continued to drink.

"Take it easy," Lloyd told her. "You'll drink the whole lake." This time, she looked up and looked at him dangerously. Before Lloyd could react, a large jet of water from the dragon's mouth splashed him.

"Hey!" Lloyd said, soaking wet. He tried to splash the dragon, but his jet didn't even reach her knees. Firstbourne playfully nudged him with her head.

"Ouch!" Lloyd said, not because of the dragon's blow but because of something that hit him in the back. He turned around only to see Serpentine all around them.

"Ready to fight, Firstbourne?" Lloyd asked, but the dragon had already surpassed him. With her tail, she lifted the entire row of Serpentine into the air while she hit their heads with her head and legs. Lloyd took his katana in his hands to fend off a few attacks.

"Ninja go!" He shouted as he performed spinjitzu and took care of several Serpentine. He turned, ready for battle, but all he saw were frightened Serpentines running away from them.

"Great job, Firstbourne," he said to his dragon mother, who lifted him back onto her to take them somewhere else.

~~~~~~~

"It's nice here," Lloyd noticed. He and Firstbourne stood on the roof of a building, watching the sun set.

"It's just a little cold," his gi was still wet from the afternoon splash. Firstbourne decided to help him and wrapped her tail around him, pulling him closer to her.

"I think we should go," Lloyd said after the sun had completely set. "Mom and Uncle Wu might be worried."

~~~~~~~

"Here we are." Lloyd led Firstbourne to the courtyard. "Is it okay for you to sleep here?" Firstbourne stretched out and pulled Lloyd into her embrace.

"Do you want me to stay?" Lloyd gently asked as Firstbourne tightly wrapped her tail around him.

"I'm really glad you're here." Lloyd said it through a yawn. "I hope you'll stay..."

~~~~~~

"They're so cute," Wu whispered behind him.

"Misako?" he said as he stood and watched Lloyd and Firstbourne sleeping together.

"Do you think they'll stay for a while?" Misako curiously asked.

"I think they will," Wu said, sadly looking into the distance. "Just..."

"Just what?" Misako asked him, concerned. "Firstbourne didn't even look at me."

"Come on, Wu," Misako said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Maybe she was just excited to be here and wanted to see Lloyd. I'm sure she'll pay attention to you."

"One hundred percent?" Wu asked.

"One hundred percent," which made him a little happier and made him feel better.

"Goodnight, Wu."

"Goodnight, Misako," Wu said to her, watching her leave. 'Friends.' They always were and always would be. The love of Wu's life, 'And the wife of your brother, whom she always loved more.'

He sadly reminded himself. Shaking his head, it didn't make sense to think about it—not now. Firstbourne returned, and he should be happy instead of being overwhelmed by sad thoughts.

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[nikaglazr]

The After Party- Nika Muhl

Synopsis: Nika and Y/N had been rivals since Freshman season. Nika being the defensive presence of UConn, while Y/N was the same for Virginia Tech. Now, in their junior seasons, both face off in the final four. But the night before the game, the two teams find themselves in the same club.

“You always come to the parties, on your knees.”

PART 2 !!

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Y/N’s POV

The morning after the club was bad for everyone on the team. We spent most of the day getting over our hangovers. But hey, it gave us time to watch UConn clip.

The game was at 8:30 pm but we had to be at the facility at 6:00. We had a couple hours to get our heads together since it was currently 10:00 am.

After watching a few games of clip we end up turning off the tv before all going back to our rooms. I head to the bathroom and begin getting undressed to get in the shower. The hot water hits my back as I sigh in relief. Today my only goal was to stop the guards, everyone else could hold their own.

Every time we played UConn it was a struggle, not because we were bad, just with Georgia being only 5’6 and Paige being 5’11 she got kinda bullied. I decided to trust the team with offense so I could save my energy on providing energy from the defense.

After a few minutes I turn the water off and step out the rather small shower. I dry my hair off before wrapping the towel around my body and walking out the room to my suitcase.

Georgia just looks up her phone as I nod to her, telling her the shower is open and she just nods. Me and Georgia never felt uncomfortable around each other, she was the only person on the team I could tell absolutely everything to.

I ended up putting on my dark red team joggers on with a tight black compression shirt. I slip on some white Nike socks along with black slides. I lay on my bed before deciding to look at social media while I wait.

I open Instagram and begin scrolling, seeing my friends post and other celebrities. As I keep scrolling I come across an ESPN post.

@ESPN

: The rivals are back against each other!! Who y’all got??

Nikafanpage10: Nika finna cook that bum

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Hokies_house: GO HOKIESSS !!

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User234: WHY DO MY 2 FAVS HAVE TO HATE EACHOTHERRR 😭😭

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I mean I know she’s good but she’s not even THAT good. And why is she being compared to me? We’re nothing alike. Whatever, I have things to do. I decide to just keep scrolling to pass the time.

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It’s now 2:00 pm and me and Georgia decided to do a coffee run. We both walk out to the rental car and head to the shop. The shop is about 10 minutes away so me and Georgia fall into light conversation as the music plays quietly in the background. Once we get there Georgia goes up to the counter to order pur drinks as I take time to look at the view out the window.

Cleveland never really stood out to me, but as I take a longer look, it’s actually beautiful. After Georgia comes back with the coffee we get back in the car and ride around town for a bit.

After about 2 hours of yapping with Georgia and riding around, it was 1:00. So we decided to head back to the hotel to prepare for the game.

When we get back i pack my game bag. Putting my speaker, deodorant, perfume, AirPods, and a team jacket in before zipping it up. My uniform and my accessories are at the stadium already so I don’t have to worry about any of that.

Me and Georgia decide to get a few extra games of clip in before we have to leave at 5:30.

When the clock hits 5:00 I hit up the team group chat to see if everyone is ready to leave, which they are.

Coach decided to head to the stadium early in a uber so we could take the car. We all head outside and, once again, cram in the car. Samyha once again getting the aux.

We pulled up to the stadium and went in through the back. We all make our way into our locker room to both go over tape, and the game plan. We have an hour before we go out at 8:00 for warmups and interactions.

After we all getting changing into our uniforms and respected accessories we all sit down for coach to start talking.

Once Coach K stands in-front of the group she pulls out a whiteboard and clears her throat.

“As we all know, this is a hard game. I would go as far as to saying this game is gonna be harder than the championship. All of you have been doing amazing this season and I couldn’t ask for more… other than what im about to.” She says and she looks to the whiteboard.

“Play. Defense. Yes, some of you are doing good holding your own, but we need all of you to be. There is no room for mistakes tonight. We need to come in aggressive and end it aggressive. That doesn’t mean get so many fouls until you have to sit, I mean play like this is the last game you will ever play.” She pauses before sighing and looking more towards me than anyone.

“And Y/N, I know you like taunting, but keep that to a minimum tonight. We need you, you understand?”

I nod my head slowly, a small frown going to my face as I look down, trying to get ready for the game.

Coach looks at the clock on the wall before resuming.

“We have 10 minutes. I want you guys to spend this time getting locked in, alright. There’s no such thing as half way play for the Hokies.” Coach says, earning whoops and whistles from some of the girls, a few even clapping.

In the next 10 minutes I have my Airpods in, i’m listening to my pregame playlist, which is mostly Travis Scott.

When the time runs out and we have to head out for warmups I sigh audibly, shaking any remaining nerves put of my body. UConn doesn’t scare me. Nika doesn’t scare me.

I walk out with the team with my head down. I follow the others as we line up for announcements. Suddenly the lights go out and blue and red spotlights come down, signaling both teams colors.

“Welcome everyone to the 2023-2024 women’s Final Four!” The announcer yells in the mic as the crowd erupts. After the cheers die down, the man continues.

“Tonight we have a tough matchup against the newfound rival teams. UConn vs. Virginia Tech! Huskies vs. Hokies!” The crowd erupts again.

“Now introducing your Huskies starting five.. at Point Guard, standing at a tall 5’10, the secretary of defense… NIKAAA MUHLL.” The man yells.

I roll my eyes at the name, deciding to tune out the rest of the names.

After a few minutes the announcer gets to my team.

“And nowww.. the starting line up for you Hokies! First, at Point Guard, standing at 5’6.. GEORGIA AMOOREEE. Next, at Shooting Guard, standing at 5’10, newly deemed as ‘The Lock’… Y/N L/NNN.” He yells.

I smirk at the crowd and tilt my head up to the Jumbotron. Cheers erupt from the stands as my face is plastered on the screen for a moment. After the crowd quiets down, the man announces Carys, Rose, and Clara.

After the announcements are over and the lights turn back on, we all head to the basketball racks and warming up. I shoot around for a couple minutes before sitting on the bench and staring at the other team. They seem good. Locked in. This is gonna be hard. But they don’t know what’s coming. She doesn’t know what’s coming.

When warm ups end we get in our positions for tip-off. Me and Nika get beside each other, me already giving her a barely noticeable push with my shoulder. She just looks at me with that Nika signature.

The ball tips off and Clara wins, I run up the court as she passes me the ball. I think for a second before crossing over and driving, Nika staying with me. Once I get far enough my eyes twitch to find an open teammate. I see Georgia cut and lose Paige and I send a quick drop pass to her as she gets an easy layup. I clap and bump her shoulder as I head back up the court. This is gonna be fun.

It’s now the beginning of the third quarter. The score is 67-69 UConn. I had 29 points and Georgia wasn’t very far at 25. I had done everything I could to take over when the starters weren’t playing. Now, the only starters on the court for us was me and Georgia, while the Huskies had Paige and Nika. Nika. She has 15 but only 6 of those points were when I was in the game.

It’s UConn’s ball, meaning Nika is carrying the ball down the court. I decide to play a little more aggressive now, to liven up the game. When she gets to half court I push my body up against hers, blocking all possible paths. I can hear her huff as her eyes flash to her teammates. Once she sees that no one is open she dribbles back a bit. Her eyes meet mine momentarily, She’s so readable. She’s angry. Frustrated. Fired up. My look contrasts that heavily. I’m calm, a taunting grin pulling at my lips.

She dribbles for a few more seconds before I feel a tall presence right beside me. Suddenly, Nika drives and thanks to, who I believe to be the Alfy girl, I can’t catch up. Fuck. How could I fall for a screen.

As soon as I get the ball I feel the brunette on me. Now it’s my turn to huff, I dribble the ball before driving to the three point line, I notice she doesn’t seem like she plans to stop running. Got her. I stop and go right into a cross-step back. Her momentum stop her from closing out ad I shoot a rather long three. Bang.

The crowd erupts in cheers as the entire Hokies bench shoots up from their seat, celebrating. I laugh at her as she glares at me. I jog back down the court, beating my chest towards the crowd.

A few more minutes go by and now it’s the fourth quarter. Coach decided to sit me for most of it. It wasn’t that eventful honestly, the score was 87-73 us.

We now had 1:21 left in the fourth, the score 93-95 them. Our team had giving up points after points and fouls after fouls while the starters were out. Now, all of our starters were okay, along with all of UConn’s.

UConn is running dow the clock, waiting until the last second to make a play. Suddenly, Aaliyah goes up for the midrange, misses. Clarys gets the rebound. 56 seconds left.

Once we get down the court she passes to Clara who goes for the quick layup, blocked by Nika. The crowd erupts. 30 seconds. They slowly bring the ball up the court. All I can think about is the time. 29, 28, 27, 26.

Paige runs around, winding the clock down. 20, 19, 18, 17.

I can’t loose to them. I can’t loose to her.

16, 15, 14, 13, 12.

Paige goes uo for a three, misses, but Aaliyah gets the rebound, passing it back to Paige.

9, 8, 7, 6, 5

Paige decides to pass to Nika, and suddenly my body jolts involuntarily to the ball, getting it before she does. I sprint down the court and as I see the 2 appear on the screen, I realize I have no other choice.

I shoot maybe a foot behind half court. The whole stadium goes silent. Everyone’s eyes are following the ball, and after being launched towards the goal, it goes in.

The crowd screams. Some in shock and excitement, others in anger and distaste.

The Hokies bench floods the court and swarms around me. My senses are filled with yelling, head taps, chest bumps, shoulder bumps, but I can barely notice that. I just made that. We just won the game.

I decide that shock is not the way to act, so instead I hop on the announcers table and yell as I beat my chest to the crowd. After a few moments of that I see and feel red and yellow confetti sprinkle all over me.

I get down from the table, still basking in our win. Before we celebrate, we have to shake hands with the other team. I get towards the back of the line as I quietly give the UConn team light high fives. Paige daps me up, and even though you can see the tears in her eyes, she tells me things like “good game” and “you’re a dog”. When I get to Nika I put my hands behind my back and she just scoffs. I meet her eyes and I can tell that she wants to cry.

At that moment I feel a wave of pity wash over me. It was so close, we could’ve lost. And even if I don’t want to admit it, she played great. After we got through the rest of the their team I decided to try to talk to Nika before celebrating with the rest of mine.

I walk into the tunnel before stopping outside the locker room. Their meeting should be done in a few minutes so I’ll just wait.

After a few minutes I hear the door open. My head turns to the group of deflated girls walking out of the room. After few girls exit before I see the one I want to talk to.

“Muhl- uh Nika” I say, quietly enough to were only she can hear me.

The Croatian turns around at the call before rolling her eyes.

“What do you want L/N?” She sighs, “here to bask in your glory?”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“No. Nika, you… you and the team played amazing tonight.” I say with a genuine look in my eyes.

She looks at me for a second before something in her face changes. She doesn’t seem as resentful?

“Thanks, I guess.” She says, not fully believing my words.

“I-I mean really. We wouldn’t have won without luck. We didn’t deserve it as much as you guys did.”

She sighs, “that’s… that’s sweet, but you gues just outplayed us. You just outplayed me.”

There it is. I could tell she was upset about something more than loss. Her eyes are red, she quiet, she’s not scowling at me. If she was mad at losing then she would be yelling at me. I can’t just let her blame herself for her team losing. Me? Helping Nika Muhl? This is crazy work, but that doesn’t matter right now.

I put a hand on her shoulder, “this wasn’t your fault, Nika. You played amazing, and that’s coming from me. You’re an amazing player, okay?”

She just look at me, her eyes tearing up.

“It is though. I let you score 30. I let you hit that last shot.” She barely gets out.

I sigh, “And you got 2 steals and 3 blocks on me. Also, only 13 of those points were scored on you. So really, you only let me drop 13. That’s amazing.”

She stares at me before trying to respond. When she opens her mouth all that comes out is a choked sob. I immediately pull her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her arms go around my neck before she begins to fully cry.

I can’t do anything but rub her back and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. I wonder if the girls even realize she’s gone.

After a moment of thinking about what I should do, a thought comes to me and I almost physically huff.

Take her to our hotel.

That doesn’t seem like a good idea, but it’s the only one I can think of. I pull away, rubbing her back.

“Hey, I can take you to our hotel. Just for the night.” I offer as the brunette lets out small and shaky breaths.

“O-okay. Tell Paige, she needs to know where I am.” She whispers, her breathing slowly getting clearer.

I nod before taking out my phone and going to Instagram. I pull if Paige’s account before sending her a message.

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Y/N.offical: Hey nikas w me. I can take her back to our hotel for the night n drive her back tmr?

Paigebueckers: omg thats where she was

Paigebueckers: and ya that would be ok if she agrees

Y/N.official: alr i will

Y/N.official: see u tmr

Y/N.official: and good game

Paigebueckers: ty u too

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I out my phone back in my pocket before look back at the girl.

“You ready?” I ask.

She just nods as I lead her out of the stadium and decide to get an uber instead of riding with the girls. After a few minutes, the uber pulls up and we both get in. A couple minutes into the ride I feel her head slump against my shoulder, a fluttery feeling emerging in my stomach. Could I like her? Nika? Me like Nika? No way. I’m just being nice.. right? I decide to lean my head on hers as I wait for this drive to go by, and shake these thoughts out of my head.

When the car stops I open my door and look over at the still sleeping girl. Do I really have to carry her in? The girls are gonna give me shit. But I can’t just wake her up, she looks so peaceful, she looks.. adorable? Wait- no- I hate her. Right?

I end up getting out the car and walking to the other side to get the other girl. I open the door before gently picking her up and closing the door, trying my best not to wake her up. I open the door with my foot before walking inside to go straight to the elevator. I click the up button before getting inside. The girls are probably already here. God what is Georgia gonna sayyy. Ugh whatever get a grip pussy.

Once the elevator opens I walk at and gently knock on the door to my room. After a moment the door opens to reveal a confused Georgia. Her face quickly changes when she sees the Croatian girl in my arms.

“Oh!-“

“Shut up. She’s sleeping Geo.” I whispered yell, walking into the room and to my bed. She just looks at me giggling before getting back in her bed.

I roll my eyes before kicking off my shoes and changing into my pajamas before reluctantly getting in the bed, staying as far away as I possibly could. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I feel a body cuddle into mine. Oh my godd. What is she doing to me? I hate her. But why do I feel this way?

I decide to be nice and kiss her forehead lightly before closing my eyes and letting the events from the past couple hours hit me. We won the game. We’re in the finals. My rival cried in my arms and bow she’s lying in them. Lying in them. Seriously? Wait- My rival? I don’t know what she is anymore. I don’t know how I feel anymore…

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PART 2 FINALLY OUTTT

R being confused about their feelings??

Might be a part 3?? 😭😭

[jloves-pp]

Merida and Hiccup's story-chapter 13

Chapter 13-Once and for all

Toothless wandered into the blacksmiths shop and found Hiccup. He had been working since they returned from DunBroch, as usual he concentrating deeply. The dragon watched him until Hiccup accidentally dropped a hot piece of metal. Quickly, Toothless shifted and caught the metal on his head.

Hiccup signed with relief "Hey Bud, it's good thing dragons's scales are heatproof". Using pliers, he picked up the metal and place it back on his workbench. The dragon purred and stopped to listen when he heard footsteps. He turned to see Astrid carrying drinks.

"Hey, do you need these" Astrid said to Hiccup, offering one of the drinks.

"Thanks" Hiccup quickly replied taking it. He gulped the drink down in one, feeling the cool water against his hot throat.

The dragon and the girl glanced worriedly at each other, they both understood each other.

"Hiccup, you would rest. You been working nearly a month" Astrid said, as she tried to see what he was making.

"I know but if I don't keep mind busy, I.." Hiccup replied pausing. He froze as a thought floated into his brain. Toothless could see a dark cloud descend over Hiccup . This been happening more since returning home, he knew it was because Hiccup was worried about his and Merida future. Toothless gently which brought Hiccup back. "I have to be busy or…"

"I know Hiccup but you haven't been sleeping properly and you barely been eating or drinking and it's not just me but everyone is worried about you" Astrid commented trying to look at his eyes but Hiccup had turned toward the table. She noticed tears in his eyes. "I was going to ask you to come flying with us but you needed some time to recover" she advised "go flying, do your drawing, eat until you can't eat no more".

The Viking boy let out a laugh "Thanks, of course I making something of a gift for Merida" he said. Astrid looked at the drawing and items on the table.

"I think she'll love anything you make" Astrid said giving a knowing smile.

"Yeah, as soon as I cool this I'll finish up, I may join you guys around the fire later", Hiccup replied.

"Ok, I take your word on that" Astrid answered giving him a friendly punch on the arm. "See you later", she added before leaving. Hiccup rubbed his arm as his dragon licked his check, which made him grin.

"Thanks for being there for me" he said hugging the dragon's head. As he continued on his project, wondering how his princess was doing.

In DunBroch, was a hive of activity. Highland have started at morning with the other clans, Merida had enjoyed the game this time since no one was going to marry her. Even though she was having fun, Merida was keeping busy, she thought about Hiccup and how he would've enjoyed the festivities.

As she sat at table with her friends for dinner. "Hey Merida" she heard someone asked her. She looked over at young Macintosh then he added "You all right?"

"Yeah, you seem to be in a daze lately" wee Dingwall added before drinking.

"Sorry. I'm not myself these days" Merida answered.

"Are you unwell Merida, have you seen an apothecary?" Asked Penelope, young MacGuffins girlfriend. She was kind and sympathetic girl with short brown hair. Luckily she spoke Gaelic, so she could understand what young MacGuffin said. Merida liked her calm and sweet personality from their first meeting, and seeing them holding hands and sharing kisses, was making her miss her Viking more.

"I'm fine" Merida replied giving a small smile to Penelope.

"Ok" Penelope said before adding "oh I heard you have meet someone".

"Oh aye. He been visiting me every month for a while, but he lives far from here". Merida explained.

"What he's name?" Penelope asked seeing Merida's mood lifted.

"He's name is Hiccup" Merida said, she then heard young Macintosh choking on his drink. She knew he was laughing at his name, she flashed a death stare at him.

"Sorry, I thought we would meet him today" young Macintosh the said.

"He's busy with things back home, maybe next time" Merida said before having a sip of her drink.

"So what's he like?" Penelope continued.

"Hiccup is kind, clever, funny with a dry sense of humour, has crafting skills and a talent with animals" Mer explained with a small smile. She then noticed knowing smiles on the boys and Penelope. "What?"

"Oh nothing, it…you know" Penelope answered a bit of sheepishly but before they heard someone laughing. Merida recognise that laugh instantly as her father's.

"Oh Vikings, those barbarians won't step a foot on this land" it was clear that king had one to many drink as he talked freely. "If they did, then I'll stab them, crush them and tear them in two." The teens suddenly noticed Merida, her head was down hide her anger. The more Furgus talked, the more cross she became "I'll skin them and hang them like scarecrows to warn other Vikings not to dare to tread on our land, especially Stoick the Vast. Hearing this, Merida thought about Hiccup and her friends on Berk. Too many emotions floating through her. "They won't see it coming, those animals would be easy picking it would be a pleasure to slaughter them one by one with my bare hands" Furgus said his men in noisy agreement.

Blinded by rage, Merida got up lifted the table on its side, she screamed as if she was being murded. Soon she came back to her senses and realise what she done. Everyone looked at her in shock and confused. Before anyone could say anything, the princess quickly rushed the room. No one knew what to do but Elinor stood up and calmly went after her. She knew Merida had headed to her room.

"Merida, are you alright?" The queen asked, there was no answer, Elinor opened the door she was shocked, normally she would find her daughter letting out her emotions by attacking her bed post with her sword but now Merida burning her face in her blanket on her bed, wailing. "Oh Merida" Elinor said softly. She definitely knew something was wrong, Elinor gently pulled Merida up and held her close "oh shh, I am here" she hugged her daughter as Merida continued cry, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. Elinor held Merida's hand as she waited for the princess to calm down. It was comforting for the princess, she remained her of when she was a child and when she was scared. When Merida calm down, wiping her tears. Elinor asked "Are you alright? What happened?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what came over me" she explained trying to think cleary.

"Merida, I need to ask. Is it something to do with Hiccup" the queen softly.

"NO" she shouted but then added more calmly "yes….I don't know"

"Sweetheart, I can see that you and Hiccup have spark between you too and I know you have strong feelings for the boy" Elinor gently stated. Merida wanted to deny it but she couldn't.

"I….Love him"

Her voice come out weak and shaky. She wasn't used to saying that but she knew that she couldn't hold it any more. She wasn't sure what her mother would say but to her surprise, Elinor hugged her.

"Oh love, it's ok"

"Mum?" The princess asked in confusion.

"I knew, the way the two look at each other is plain to see. You light up even when you say he's name. You light up when he around, I'm happy for my daughter to have someone at your side" Elinor explained proudly.

Merida didn't reply, instead she gave her mum a bear hug. She was glad to hear that from her mum but she had a twinge of guilt.

"But tell me, did you and Hiccup have a fight" Elinor then asked looking at her daughter.

"No, I mean we have been questioning our relationship" Merida said, rubbing her arm.

"Like what

"Well.." Merida wasn't sure how to explain it, mostly the Viking part. She thought for a moment before saying "I'm scared, it's feeling like a wall between us and we can't think of a single way to break it down. I also scared of losing him, he means the world to me. I wish things were different, I wish….he live closer to me"

The queen could plainly see the sadness and pain Merida was feeling. Elinor then took her sleeve and wiped Merida tears away.

"Here, here. Being far away from the one you love is difficult, I worry about your father every time he gone to battle" she said then asked "have you two talked about this",

"Well…maybe" Merida answered . Yes, they did talk about the problem, but not in the way Elinor thought.

"Maybe you should write to him. Tell him how you feel, talk about your fears and worries. It's better to have this conversation for both your sakes", the queen said. Merida pondered for a moment. She rather wanted to talk about it face to face but it was tearing her to pieces and she didn't want to embarrass herself again, she nodded to her mum before Elinor hugged her again. "Right I'll tell everyone your a bit under the weather and you need sleep, I'll make sure nobody will disturb you" Elinor stood up and helped Merida up "I'll being a drink for you, would you like anything to eat?"

"No, don't have an appetite", Merida replied.

"Ok, get comfortable, I won't be long" Elinor asked and kiss her daughter forehead. After Elinor left, Merida changed into a nightgown and wrapped a tartan shawl around her shoulders and hugged to the shawl to herself. She then looked over to the box that held Hiccup's letters, pondering over her mum's advice. She decided to write a letter. The redhead sat at the window and with a quill and paper. She began to write.

My dearest Hiccup,

I know we talked about our relationship but we need to talk again. I heard people saying rude things about Vikings and all I can think about was you. I lost my temper, tipped over a table and ran out. I know if you and my family knew the truth. Things will get worse, I wish that I wasn't a princess of Scotland and you weren't a Viking. We wouldn't be afraid to be together. I imagine us living in a cottage in the woods, where we make our home and a family. I imagine the happiness and laughter from our children. We could explore the world and no one prejudice would stand in our way.

It's strange now, dreaming of my freedom, doing everything I want but now, I want to share all of this with you. I hope we can find an answer to our problem so we can start our lives together and even if they try to separate us I will never stop loving you for the rest of my life. I know that sounds cliche, but it is true.

I hope you get this letter soon and we can talk this through when I see you again _

I love you_

Merida _

When she finished, Merida place it in an envelope and stamped it shut. She climbed into bed as Elinor returned with a cup of water. The queen gave the drink to her daughter, she noticed the letter on the bed and asked if it " was ok for her to send it off tomorrow". Merida said " Yes", Elinor kissed her goodbye and leave to place the letter with other mail for the next day.

The letter arrived in Berk soon after. The Terrible Terror put it among the other letters. The Viking in charge of sorting out letters, Boothead, was sorting them out, Stoick came in.

"Morning Boothead" he greeted.

"Oh Stoick, surprise to see you" Boothead replied as he turned to the chief.

"Surprised" Stoick asked.

"Yeah, usually Hiccup is down here first thing in the morning. He would ask if there was any letter arrived for him", Boothead explained. Looking toward the letter. "But he has been missing recently"

"Aye, he has been busy recently. Working on something that keeps him up all night, I'm a bit worried about him" Stoick as he scratched his head thoughtfully, Boothead found the right letter.

"Well here's his letter. Give it to him when he wakes up" Boothead said passing the letter on.

"Alright" the chief answered and left. He walked toward his house, he saw his son earlier that morning still asleep. Knowing how tired Hiccup has been lately, he left his son sleep in a little. He then noticed the seal on the letter, it looked familiar. Without thinking he opened it and began to read but the more he read the angry he became.

"So bud, where would we go today?" Hiccup asked Toothless who simply shrugged. "Yeah maybe we'll let the wind take us", Hiccup had just finished his breakfast, he place his bowl and spoon in the sink. Just as the duo turned to the door when Stoick burst in through the door. "Dad?" Hiccup murmured, seeing the anger in his father's face. The giant man marched right up to Hiccup who backed into the table.

"YOU BEEN AMONG THE SCOTS, THE PRINCESS NO LESS" Stoick roared shaking to letter in front of Hiccup before throwing it to the floor. "You lied to me " ,the night fury tried to step in but… "don't you dare" he warned. Toothless know this was personal, but he wasn't going to abandoned his friend.

"Dad, please. It just happened", Hiccup tried to reason.

"Did she bewitched you?" Stoick blustered on standing towering over him.

Hiccup wasn't sure what to do but he wouldn't going to back down "No, no she isn't like that. She's fearless and strong and care for her family…"

"They are nothing like us, they would kill without second thought" Stoick interrupted talking over his son, he wasn't listening to his son he was furious.

"No, dad if you could just meet them, then you'll see we the same" Hiccup tried to reason.

"NO! I should have done this years ago. To put an end to it" stoick raged. It was then dawned on hiccup, Stoick was heading go to Scotland and kill everyone. The boy shook his head as his father headed to the door. Hiccup wasn't to let that happen.

"IF YOU GO AND KILL THEM, I, I NEVER FORGIVE YOU" Hiccup shouted with all of his courage. This makes Stoick pause, he never heard Hiccup raise his voice, to anyone. Hiccup waited hoping his dad would calm down and listen but blinded by rage, Stoick walked out and banged the door shut.

Hiccup dropped to his knees, not wanting to believe what was happening. He picked up the letter and read it, tears welled in his eyes, this was too much! He was feeling differing emotions-rage because of his father's response to the letter, guilt for not keeping their secret better hidden and sadness of the thought of losing Merida. Toothless the dragon wrapped a wing around his friend, Waiting for him to calm down. Soon Hiccup felt better and wipe his eyes and nose. Hiccup then turned to Toothless.

"Come on bud, we need to get the others".

Astrid tapped her foot. She and the other teens and dragons were waiting at one of the highest point of Berk, it has become normal for hiccup and toothless to be late. But she soon noticed Hiccup and Toothless running toward them.

"About time you two ", Astrid said but then she noticed the worry on their faces.

"My dad found out, he heading to DunBroch to attack them", Hiccup explained. Before the teens had time to react, they heard the sound of a horn ringing in their ears. They looked down to the dock as ships were setting off. "We got to warn them" Hiccup said and quickly jumped onto Toothless.

"To Scotland?" Fishlegs then said.

"Are you crazy? Is easy for you go there but what about us", Snoutlot stated as fishlegs, and the twins hopped on their dragons.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Hiccup replied clearly frustrated.

"Let's just get there then we'll see, come on" Astrid said and they all took to the sky. They flew above the clouds so the adults wouldn't spot them, Hiccup hoped they would make good time and beat Stoick. The dragon flew as fast as possible, even when they felt tired and hungry, they pushed themselves. Hiccup saw the sun rising though sleepy eyes, seeing it was next day. He then saw a foggy outline of a familiar land.

"Guys, look. We're here" Hiccup cried making the other riders woke up, growling. They soon were wide awake and they had reached the highlands.

"It's beautiful" Astrid commented as Hiccup led them to DunBroch Castle. Soon they could see the kingdom and also could see the Highland Games on the field. "We need to land somewhere away from the Scots" Astrid said looking around But Hiccup feared that his dad and the other Vikings could turn up at any moment.

"There's no time. We need to just land" He answered. He knew it was going be bad but they needed to find Merida and warn her. Hiccup and Toothless dived down along with the others.

From below, the Scottish clans were enjoying the games until they noticed huge shadows across the ground. They looked up to see creatures they had never seen but they knew what they were.

"DRAGONS" everyone ran like headless chickens. Mothers and fathers quickly grabbed their children just as the dragons landed. The rides heard screaming and people running for their lives.

"What is wrong with these people" Tuffnut said confused.

"Yeah, have they never seen a dragon before" added Ruffnut watching the people around them in disbelief.

Ignoring the chaos, Hiccup jumped off his dragon and turned to the others " Come on the castle is this way". Hiccup, Toothless and the teens ran towards the castle to find Merida, the other dragons stayed and looking around curiously. Stormfly found a tent that was serving cooked chicken and she helped herself, while the people escaped the deadly nadder. Barf and belch had rip a tent down and play tug-a-war while women screamed at the two headed dragon. Hoodfang was sniffing at another tent. The monstrous nightmare's nose went under it, causing a crowd of men to escape as Hoodfang crawled into the tent and Meatlug was enjoying munching coal, rocks and even iron balls.

Meanwhile Merida had been looking towards the window in her room, wanting some alone time when she noticed people shouting and when she looked out she could see the people running in fear. Concerned, the redhead left immediately to investigate.

"What's going on?" Merida asked one of the maids she met in a hallway.

"Dragons, there's dragons attacking the kingdom", the maid explained still panicking.

"Seriously " Merida said to herself, she turned back to the maid "bring as many people as you can to the kitchen until the coast is clear. The young maid nodded and headed to the kitchen. Merida quickly ran, she didn't know why dragons suddenly appeared but she knew she was the only one here to stop them. As Merida ran she turned a corner, she bump into something and fell "Ow", she groaned, rubbing her head.

"Merida", heard a familiar voice, Merida glanced around to see Hiccup who also fallen, he was rubbing his head.

"Hiccup" Merida cried happily, they hugged each other as Toothless and the teens join them.

"Why are you guys here?" Merida asked as the couple parted.

"Just in the neighbourhood" Astrid joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Well thank the gods you here" Merida said "There are dragons in DunBroch".

"Yeah that was us, sorry", Hiccup admitted.

"What?", Merida asked bewildered.

"Never mind that. Mer. He knows my dad found out about us and headed here to destroy the kingdom, once and for all", Hiccup explained holding Merida's hand. The princess eyes fill with fear. Hiccup didn't needed to say more, she knew what's happened.

"This is my fault", Merida whispered, feeling tears run down her face.

"No, no Mer. You didn't know that my dad would read your letter, we have to fix it somehow", Hiccup reassuring her, wipeing her tears away.

"And we're here too Mer, you can count on us" Astrid then said showing a confident smile. Toothless purred in agreement and the other grin to her and showed thumbs up. Merida showed them a grateful smile.

"Thanks, right! we need to find my parents", Merida said. They quickly searched and soon found Elinor and Furgus in the main hall, trying to get information from the guards. "Mum, Dad", Merida called out. Hiccup silently told Toothless to stay hidden ,not wanted to cause any more trouble.

"Merida?" Elinor asked then she noticed the others behind her"Hiccup? What are you doing here", they were shocked to see him.

"Nothing mind that", Furgus interupted. There's fire- breathing Dragons out there. Probably everything is on fire by now".

"Don't think that's possible" Fishlegs murmured then hid his helmet and quickly signalled for ruff, tuff and Snoutlot to do the same.

"I'm here to warn you" Hiccup insisted. Making the Royal couple turn to him.

"About what Hiccup", Elinor asked.

Hiccup took a deep breath before saying "Stoick the vast is coming".

"WHAT!" Elinor and Furgus cried and the soldiers and staff were left in silence. The triplets were listening from the balcony.

"Is this true", asked hoping it wasn't true.

"Aye mum" Merida said.

The king turned to the guards. 'Tell the others that the Vikings are coming. Get the lords to plan to and guard our defences", Furgus ordered, the soldiers quickly scattered.

"Wait please, you can't run head first into this" Hiccup protested.

"He right, we need to think another way" Merida added. Both thinking about the outcome.

"Those monsters won't understand anything but this", Furgus said showing them his sword. The teens felt a shiver down their spines afraid of what this king would do.

"Furgus please", Elinor tried to calm him down, seeing rage in his eyes.

"I won't stop till every single one is slaughtered" Furgus declared not hearing what his wife said.

"But your majesty" Astrid interrupted bravely stepped forward. "You don't understand. Hiccup's dad won't stop as well, he…" She stopped, realised what she done.

The King's eyes widened at this. He looked closely at the teen's clothes then at Hiccup. He didn't realise that this boy looked similar to his enemy.

"You liar, you trickster", the Bear king roared and rushed at Hiccup. The boy ran as Merida grabbed her father's arm.

"No, don't hurt him", Merida shouted. She tried to pull him but he was too strong and he flung Merida off to the side. Unknowingly He swung his sword at Merida, Merida wasn't hurt but it caught Merida's pendant and it was sent flying into the fireplace.

"You knew, you knew all this time", Furgus yelled at his daughter. The viking girls helped Merida up. Furgus roared out a warrior cry he was getting to attack. Hiccup shut his eyes but instead of a blow from Furgus he felt a rush of wind and a familiar roar.

"Toothless" Hiccup exclaimed seeing his dragon protecting him. The night fury had knocked Furgus away and stood in front of Hiccup.

The queen, gasped and the triplets stared in disbelief at Toothless, both in fear and amazement. Maudie was standing with the other maids and when she saw a dragon eating the fish, she collapsed in a heap, the others maids rushed to her assistance. The king managed to stand up. Still looking at Hiccup and Toothless. Too much had happened all at once, he couldn't believe Hiccup was a Viking but also his daughter had known and she had kept it a secret.

The king shook his head before saying "Take him and his friends to the dungeon, we'll deal with them when those barbarians are destroyed, and you" he turned to Merida "locked her in her room and make sure she doesn't escape. At once, soldiers grabbed the teens and Merida. Some of them managed to drag the Night Fury away.

"Toothless, don't hurt him please", Hiccup begged, even though he was being pulled by two men.

"No. Listen, we want stop this war please", Merida pleaded but it fall on deaf ears. She was pulled away as her friends were taking to the dungeon, her heart breaking seeing her love treated like a prisoner "Hiccup" she called weakly to him.

"Mer, it's ok. We'll be ok",Hiccup reassured her even know he wasn't sure himself.

Elinor watched everything and couldn't process it. She never thought the boy was the son of Stoick.

"Gather the rest of the soldiers and meet in the planning room", Furgus shouted as he walked out. Clearly focus on his goal, his wife looked at him in concerned. The last time she saw him so serious was with Mor'dun. Elinor started thinking over everything that happened. She would had been upset but she understood why Merida and Hiccup had kept a secret. Elinor also knew that their feelings for each other were real. The queen looked at the pendant burning to ashes, she was now conflicted on what to do. To let history repeat or for things to change.

[iliveinyourwalls68]

Sam x Alex x Y/n

Tw: marathon kink, size kink, Anal sex, Oral sex, Fingering, Masterbation, rough sex,

Y/n knew this was a good idea. She had been thinking about it for some time now, and today was the day she would see her plans come to fruition. Step one: get Sam and Alex to go to the saloon with her. She wasn’t gonna get them drunk of course, as they wouldn’t be able to consent if they were, but just a drink, and make one of them buy her one, and she was sure they would start to look at her differently. She walked into the saloon, making sure that the dress was as sluty as she wanted it to be. She saw Sam sitting in the corner, Alex next to him. It looked like neither of them had been talking to each other, so she sat in between them, making sure she rubbed her body up against both of them as she sat. “Hello boys” she purred. Both boys gazed at her body with lust filled eyes. 

“Hi” Alex mumbled, eyes slowly making their way down her chest. “Nice um…shirt”

“Thanks!” Y/n said cheerfully. “I wore it just for you.” The shirt in question was white with lace and buttons. It was also EXTREMELY low cut, showing more of Y/n’s chest than usual. A LOT more. Sam had been watching their interaction quietly, but he was really distracted by Y/n. He reached for his drink, swearing when it seemed to all splash directly on Y/n’s chest. He bent down to get the cup, accidently falling against her tits. Sam gasped

“Oh my god, Y/n I’m so sorry- I can clean it!” He righted himself so he was no longer in Y/ns lap and grabbed some napkins. Because the shirt was white, the liquid had soaked right through it, making it transparent. That made it clear that well…. Y/n wasn’t wearing a bra. Sam patted her shirt with the napkins. He told himself he was just doing it to help a friend- not to feel up her boobs. Right? RIGHT?!? 

Y/n smirked when she saw Sam getting hard. She quickly glanced at Alex, revealing that he was…not in a better position himself. He was fidgeting, and his face was super red. Might as well give him a show… Y/n thought to herself. She suddenly grabbed Sam’s head and shoved it into her boobs. He let out a surprised gasp as she started to rub them on his face, making sure he could feel her hard nopples. Sam moaned, before pulling back from her chest, blushing. “What-what was that?” He asked. But it was too late. Y/n was grabbing Alex’s head and shoving it into her chest. Alex moaned, mouthing at her boobs, trying to suck them.Sam watched, hand moving closer to his pants. Y/n smirked and pulled Alex out of her chest. “You boys wanna take this over to the farm?” 

The entire walk over, both boys were stumbling over their feet and crashing into things- they were too horny to think right. Y/n giggled as she looked at them. Her plan was working WAY better than she thought it would. Soon she would have two boys in her bed. She unlocked the door as the boys waited impatiently. As soon as they were in the room, Alex slammed her against the door, too impatient to wait longer. She groaned, feeling his dick against her stomach. Sam watched, hands creeping closer to his pants. Y/n and Alex pulled apart long enough to get their shirts off of their heads. Sam mimicked their movements, revealing his chest, muscular from playing grindball. Y/n knew it was wrong to stare at someone while making out with someone else, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. She couldn’t help comparing them either. Sam was a bit less muscular, and a bit more thin, but she was sure he would make up for it with divk size. Y/n couldn’t stop herself from lowering her gaze to the spot where the waistband of his pants were. She could almost taste his dick, mouth watering as she looked at the bulge. Her hands found their way there, and she started to rub it. He felt big and thick. Y/n couldn’t wait to get her mouth around it. Y/n started to pull off her pants. Out of her eyesight, Alex was doing the same. As soon as hers were off, she pulled Sam’s off. All three of them were now almost completely naked. Y/n couldn’t wait any longer. “Alright boys. Stand next to each other. Shoulder to shoulder. They obeyed, eyes filled with lust. Y/n reached out and yanked down both of their underwear in one swift motion before reaching down and pulling off her own. 

“You're bigger than me” Alex observed, sounding almost self conscious. He was looking at the other boys dick in a totally not gay way. Right? Alex was almost blushing, but he wasn’t sure why. He had come to the farm to have sex with the farmer, not to have a sexuality crisis! Still, he was kind of thankful that being part of this threesome meant he could see the other boy completely naked, and maybe even touch him… without him realizing, he had been moving slightly towards the other boy. It didn’t seem like Sam had noticed, but the farmer sure had. She smirked at Alex before getting off the ground, her past plan forgotten.

“Alright boys, turn to each other. Alex and Sam obayed her, their dicks almost brushing against each other. Both of them were panting and bright red. “Good boys. Now touch each other” Y/n ordered. Sam and Alex’s heads snapped towards her in surprise. 

“Like… touch each others dicks?” Sam asked uncertainty.

“Yep!” Y/n responded “but don’t come. Save that for me!” She punctuated her sentence with a flirty wink. 

“Ok,” Sam said awkwardly. His hand moved towards Alex. Alex’s hand moved towards him. Soon they were touching each other, and wow, it felt better than anything either of them had done before. Alex brushed his finger over Sam’s  head, and the blonde haired boy let out a groan, before blushing in embarrassment. He did the same thing to Alex, and Alex let out a sound similar to the one Sam had made. In the corner, Y/n started to rub her pussy slowly. Sam hesitated for a second before he started to move his hand on Alex’s dick. Alex did the same to him, and soon they were both panting. Alex couldn’t help himself any longer, he grabbed Sam by the hair and pulled him to him, connecting their lips. Sam gasped into Alex's mouth, giving Alex an opportunity to shove his tongue in his mouth. Sam moaned, both boys’ tongues fighting for dominance in his mouth. Alex’s hands went to his chest, and he pinched his nipple, causing Sam to moan harder and stroke Alex harder. Y/n decided that the boys had had enough fun without her. She stood up and walked over to them. .

“Ok boys, hands off of eachother, it’s my turn now.” Y/n’s pussy was dripping just thinking of what she was going to do to those boys. The boys in question slowly separated from each other, waiting for Y/n to do something. And Y/n did something that was as good as what Sam and Alex had been doing before. She put her mouth on Sam’s dick, taking it completely into her mouth. It was so big she almost gagged, but she persevered until it was completely in her mouth and her nose was almost touching his stomach. Then, she grabbed Alex’s dick and started to jerk him off. Both boys groaned at the pleasure they were experiencing. She tightened her throat around Alex’s duck, and started to stroke Sam faster. She glanced up for a moment, eyes watering from the lack of oxygen, and was surprised to see the boys kissing. Alex was gripping Sam by the hair, and Sam’s hands were playing with Alex’s n I pples. Y/n got so turned on by that that the hand that wasn’t stroking Sam went down between her legs and she started rubbing her clit. It only took a few minutes of this before all three of them were panting and moaning.

 “Y/n… I’m close.” Alex gasped. She immediately removed her mouth from his dick and took her hand off of Sam’s. She walked over to the bed, the boys following her. 

“One of you can go in my pussy and the other in my ass.” Alex and Sam immediately started arguing about who got which hole. Eventually, they decided that whoever was bigger would go in her pussy. They both took hold of their ducks and started comparing. 

“You're bigger” Alex said, frowning. He was still glad he at least got the other hole though. The boys lined themselves up with her, then glanced at each other. In unison, they shoved their dicks into her. Apparently Y/n had prepped her assbefore, because Alex slid in with only a little resistance. Y/ns pussy was so wet that Sam barely had to move before it swallowed his dick. Both boys started to thrust in unison, Sam going in as Alex went out. Y/n moaned. She had never felt this good, and when Sam started to play with her clit, she knew she wouldn’t last long. 

“I’m close” she gasped 

“Me too” Alex groaned in response, Sam nodding in agreement. After a few seconds, Y/n felt herself come. Her pussy and ass clenching down on the boys. They all moaned, and Y/n felt Alex’s hot Cu m in her ass. When she felt it, she came again, clenching down on Sam. He swore and started to thrust harder. After a few moments, Y/n looked up and saw Sam and Alex making out over her head. Alex started to rub Sam’s chest, and Sam moaned harder before comingin Y/n. She could feel his warm cum filling her up, causing her to orgasm for the third time that night. Sam pulled out panting, and all three of them collapsed on the bed. 

“So” Y/n said, still panting from the intense time she had just had. “You guys down to do that again?” Both boys enthusiastically agreed before all three of them fell asleep, cum still dripping out of Y/n.

[contreparry]

Happy Friday! How about "are you… jealous?" from the romantic yearning prompts?

I saw the prompt and immediately thought of the last time I filled it, and how maybe it should have an accompanying piece. So here’s some Zevran and Isabela for @dadrunkwriting!

Zevran didn’t have many friends.

He didn’t know if he should count his work colleagues as friends. Once upon a time he would have in a heartbeat- Taliesin and Rinna weren’t just his friends. They were like his own limbs, his heart, his everything- until one day they weren’t.

You didn’t burn yourself and come out unscathed.

Zevran had been limping along ever since. Taliesin covered where he could, because that was how he was. Stubborn to a fault and loyal to the Crows no matter what, but Taliesin was falling apart under the strain of his conflicting loyalties to the organization and to Zevran. Without Rinna to think things through and see into the heart of matters with her icy practicality, Taliesin pushed forward blindly and Zevran…

Well. You didn’t burn yourself and come out unscathed.

“Quiet tonight, aren’t we, handsome?” His companion this evening practically purred.

“Ah, Isabela,” Zevran murmured. “My pirate queen.”

He was in Kirkwall for work reasons, but he made sure to make time to stop by Isabela’s bar to catch up with one of the few true friends he had. He was lucky to catch Isabela while she was in, and even luckier to have caught her when the crowd was thin. It meant he could have an evening of drink and sympathy, though Zevran couldn’t figure out what exactly left him so unsettled today. Normally he would be the first to drag Isabela out for a wild night on the town, or he'd have one by his lonesome. But tonight he felt... tired. He was far more tired than a flight across the Waking Sea should have left him, and all Zevran wanted was...

He didn't know what he wanted. That was the trouble. So he found himself at Isabela's place, hoping for a return to normalcy, a return to... something. Anything was better than the restlessness that now plagued him.

“Don’t butter me up, you sly dog. I’m a kept woman now,” Isabela said primly before kissing him firmly on the cheek and squeezing his bicep. She dropped back behind the bar and reached for a bottle of something- rum, perhaps? Zevran was too tired from his flight (from everything) to analyze the label or remember how Isabela organized her drinks.

“So what will it be, Zevran? Feeling adventurous today, or do you want your usual poison?” she was practically bouncing, glowing with a satisfied light that only the truly content could manage. It only made Zevran feel worse. Why was he here? Tea and sympathy? Pathetic.

“Water tonight, dear Isabela,” Zevran murmured, and Isabela almost dropped the cocktail shaker she was holding.

“Zevran, darling, you’re not sick, are you?” Isabela tutted and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead.

"No. Merely tired," Zevran insisted, but he gratefully took the glass of water Isabela pressed into his hand. "The trip to Kirkwall was long."

"How is Amaranthine treating you? It's rather... provincial. For your tastes, that is," Isabela remarked, her tone light and teasing even as she stared him down with her amber brown eyes. It was as if she could divine his very thoughts with a look. Perhaps she could. Isabela had an uncanny knack for sniffing out drama- and her eyes widened. She leaned over the bar, bracing herself on her elbows until their noses nearly touched.

"Zevran. My sweet bird. What have you gotten yourself tangled up in?" Isabela asked, and the sympathy in her eyes, in her voice, hurt as much as any blade.

"Made- made a mistake. Several," Zevran confessed. "I... I think I'm emotionally compromised."

What a clumsy way to express what he thought, what he felt. And all these complex feelings were centered on his job. His target. Zevran sighed and pulled his phone out of his coat pocket. He swiped through his photo gallery, searching for the cause of his current troubles. He turned his screen towards Isabela.

"Him," Zevran said simply. Isabela stared at the phone, eyes tracing the picture that Zevran had long since burned into his eyes: Bran Surana, wearing his blue and silver striped canvas apron as he pulled the half-off book cart out onto the sidewalk in front of the shop. His dark hair was pulled out of his face into a stubby tail at the back of his head. He had a silver ear cuff in the shape of a gryphon clinging to his ear. He was messy and unpolished and glum in the picture, and it was Zevran's favorite candid portrait of his favorite book seller.

Unfortunately, his favorite book seller was also his target.

"Oh. Zevran," Isabela murmured, and Zevran dropped his head to the bar top.

"He's impossible," Zevran explained. "How am I supposed to work when he's like that?"

"... Scruffy? A punk?" Isabela suggested.

"Naive," Zevran retorted. That was what Bran was, utterly naive. Unused to the world beyond a research lab or mage academia. The thought of stealing from prickly, stubborn Bran made Zevran feel like a monster. Well, more of a monster than he already was.

"He's entirely too trusting. His friends have a better sense for danger than he does, but even they can't convince him to drive me away. Would be better for him if they did," Zevran muttered that last remark, but Isabela's ears were sharp. She turned her attention towards him, and the understanding in her gaze was too much for him to bear.

"Oh?"

"He has a bodyguard," Zevran muttered. "One of his coworkers. Ferelden through and through. Stands by like a mabari whenever I'm in that shop. Think he growled at me once." That could have also been the actual mabari napping on the dog bed behind the counter, but Zevran couldn't confirm it.

"Zevran. Are you... jealous?" Isabela asked, and Zevran's blood turned to ice.

"No," he said hastily as panic rose in his throat and threatened to choke him. "No. I have- there is nothing to be jealous about. Nothing!"

Isabela's mouth curled into a sly smile. "You are. You are jealous." She pulled his phone out of his limp grasp and pressed her thumb against the screen before leaning over to press her cheek to his. Zevran smiled instictively even as his heart stuttered in his chest. Jealous. He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be jealous. You had to have a heart, had to feel, to be jealous, and he didn't-

"Now let's see if the feeling is mutual," Isabela declared, and she raised the phone up and pressed her thumb to the screen.

[orginaldisneychild95]

The Measure of a Man...

Stephen Strange arose the next morning the happiest man in the world, nothing could stop the joy coursing through his heart and his soul. Arista was his and he was hers, both completely and entirely in love with one another.

Today he had a lesson to teach, Arista would be in class.. Stephen smiled to himself as he prepared his notes for the day, remembering the conditions that Wong had set for him since already knew about their relationship. Goodness knows it wasn’t easy keeping hands to himself during the day, expect for the one time that he caught her in the hallway outside of the library ... taking her to a delicious liaison under the afternoon sun, her body on fire beneath his touch. His hands lost in the softness of her skin not too far from transforming into pure silk... 

Stephen feels himself grow warm remembering the encounter, he almost let his restraint fade, almost taking her completely. However, everything aside... he had to accomplish one for crucial goal before they consummated their relationship officially, speak with Eliza and let her know how serious they are and that he loves her more than his own life.

Stephen sighs quietly thinking out loud... “We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.” A smile graces his lips.

Ready for the day, he heads out to the library... 

(***)

While in the library, Stephen was going over notes and future lesson plans when suddenly his favorite soft voice disrupted his thoughts... 

“Hello dearest”.. A smile in Arista’s voice. Stephen smiled softly while still looking at the papers in front of him... 

“Hello, beautiful. What a surprise. Where are you?” Stephen was glad their special connect was only for them, it made privacy a breeze. 

A giggle bubbles from her chest as she replies... “I’m in my room, I have not much else to do until lessons later on with you. I’m.... a bit lonely as a matter of fact.” Her voice suddenly takes on a mischievous tone.

Stephen chuckles quietly, knowing exactly what she was up to... He decides to please her a little bit. “Oh you are, are you? What do you suggest I do to help Ms. Swanson?”

He hears a sigh escape her lips, Stephen takes it as a sign of teasing but she’s also excited.

“Well, you could come through the door very quietly. You’re eyes on me the entire time. You sweep me up in your arms, and I’m relishing your amazing strength... your body and your hands being my weakness”... Her voice is breathy and soft, Stephen is slightly squeezing the pen in his hand, her words driving him to madness. 

What he would give to drop everything and burst into her room and have his way with her until morning. Regardless, he knew better.

Smiling while nibling on his bottom lip, the delicious heat coursing through his body, affectionately cursing her for having such an effect on him.

“Baby, you need to be careful toying with a man’s control can be dangerous”.. Stephen’s voice the beloved sensual baritone he spoke in just for her..

Laughing softly knowing she has him, She replies... “Mmm, how dangerous?” 

Stephen laughs softly... “So dangerous that once I lay you down on you’re bed, I’d undress you. Slowly, so slowly that you’d not be able to think clearly... your gorgeous skin revealing itself to me. I’d be watching you. Carefully. My eyes tracing your flushed body, your mouth watering because you’re dying for me to kiss you... However, I’d make you wait. Just a bit. Then when I’ve had my visual delight is fulfilled and not a single bit of clothing is covering you, I’d lower myself toward you and finally drink the sweetest nectar from those lips. All while carefully bringing your body to ecstasy... Some might even hear you scream”... Stephen’s voice is now a purring whisper.

Arista takes in a breath, her body consumed by a white hot flame.. A soft moan quietly escaping her... Her beautiful man leaving her completely disarmed.. 

Stephen chuckled sinfully, knowing this conversation wasn’t over but he had to focus on the task at hand. “Loneliness gone, Ms. Swanson?”

Arista laughs brightly, still trembling with excitement.. She knew she had to let him focus so she decided to leave the conversation be for now. 

“Hm. Not quite Doctor. However, the... edge is off.” Arista is swimming in sheer bliss knowing that them pleasing each other didn’t always need physical contact. Goodness knows, they have yet to come full circle in terms of intimacy.

A smile in his voice he replies “I’m glad I could help. For now, I need you to do something for me before lessons this afternoon.” 

His gorgeous pupil and girlfriend is curious... “What is it?” 

“Write down your address for me and bring it to me, I need to have a talk with your mom.” Stephen maintains a serious tone, not wanting to reveal his intensions yet..

Arista chuckles... “With mommy?” What for?” 

Finishing his last notes, he replies “You’ll see. I promise it’s a good thing.”

Arista decides to let Stephen take control and trust him... “Very well dearest, I’ll see you in class this afternoon.”

Stephen bids her a sweet good bye before letting their connection go.. “That’s my girl. I’ll see you soon.”

Arista feels the ripples of pleasure subside and proceeds to write down the information Stephen requested. Butterflies of excitement flutter through her.. What could her boyfriend be up to? Little did she know things were about to a turn for something fantastic’...

[bobathirstaccount]

Priceless Pt 8

Boba x fem!reader, slight action/adventure, no smut, bit of fluff, bit of angst

***

”So, why not just get both colors, if you like both?” Boba sounded genuinely confused.

You laughed as the saleslady quickly agreed with Boba.

“That’d be crazy. Firstly, where am I gonna wear this dress, anyway? Secondly, how in the heck would I ever need two of the same thing?”

”Cause you’re spoilt.” Boba’s helmet tilted. You could tell by his tone he was enjoying himself. The saleslady laughed nervously, unsure how the comment had landed with you. You tried to hide a smile as you responded, “I’m not, I just deserve it, you know?”

“That’s the right attitude, baby,” Boba laughed. The saleslady visibly relaxed before asking, “So, both colors in this size?”

You nodded, “Yep.” More quietly, you said, “Imma break his pockets.” She smiled mischievously. “I have just the things you need, my friend. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

As you waited for your undoubtably outrageous wardrobe to be presented to you, Boba leaned forward in his cushy seat. “So, you having a good time? I know I am, looking at you in all this stuff… mm.”

You grinned. “You thinking about how you get to take it off of me later?”

”Basically.”

Pleased, you swirled around in the dress. Boba leaned back, watching. Just as you were about to say something flirtatious, the saleslady came back in with a huge smile on her face. She had two armfuls of clothing. Boba’s helmet tilted. “We gotta try it all.”

***

Hours later, you dozed on a blanket in the sand. The sun was just setting and it was cooling off a bit. The temperature was perfect to just lay out in. You heard Boba sip his drink. Despite your promise to order a multitude of cocktails, he was actually outmatching you so far.

You were starting to feel better. The recent dramas you’d been through were starting to feel distant. The sound of the waves softly lapping made you smile. You fell asleep.

***

You woke up feeling sandy. But, you were in bed in the ship. You felt Boba’s arm wrapped around your waist. He must’ve carried you in, you thought. Sitting up, you heard him mumble, “I’m… so hungover. Coffee.”

”Okay, just stay here.” You slipped out of bed and found the new slippers Boba had secretly bought you. “Something practical,” he had offered somewhat sheepishly. You smiled. He’d bought you thousands of credits worth of clothing, but these were your new favorite items.

Sliding out into the hallway, you headed towards the coffee maker. You had a funny feeling, so you stopped and listened. Nothing. You decided you were just sleepy still.

On the way back with two cups of coffee, you again felt strange. This time, you investigated. You checked out the entire cargo bay. Nothing. Annoyed, you set off back to Boba.

“Mm, perfect temperature,” Boba purred to you. He proceeded to gulp his coffee down while you sipped yours like a lady.

“So, what’re we doing today?” He asked, putting the empty cup down.

“Oh, same as last night, but this time with a sun umbrella and some sunblock. More cocktails, obviously, also —“

He cut you off, “Oh, more cock you said?”

You giggled. “Yeah…”

He pulled you down into the bed.

***

Hours later, you both emerged wearing your new resort wear. You drug the umbrella behind yourself while Boba followed with the towels, “How’d I end up with the light thing?”

“Cause I’m a strong, independent lady who can drag this karking thing to the water.” You both laughed as he grabbed the end dragging in the sand and helped you carry it.

Boba set up the umbrella as you laid out the towels and booze. You had elected to have mimosas and had brought a bottle of each of the ingredients with two empty glasses. You poured the juice light and filled the glasses the rest of the way with champagne. Handing a glass to Boba, you set yours aside and reclined.

You woke up a couple hours later and had your mimosa. Boba was in the water, splashing and generally looking like he was having a pleasant time. You admired his body in the sunshine.

You reapplied some sunblock and had another strong mimosa while you waited until you could get in the water. Finally you hopped up and dashed in to join him. The two of you had a splash fight for awhile, then you floated together, holding hands so you wouldn’t drift too far apart.

You felt sleepy and stood up. Boba joined you, “What’s up?”

”Let’s go nap?”

”Okay, yeah. I’m gonna finish that mimosa situation while you sleep.”

You laughed as the both of you exited the water.

***

You again woke up in bed in the ship. But Boba wasn’t with you. You got up, weirded out. In search of him, you found him in another new outfit in the cockpit. He was scanning for restaurants that would deliver by drone to the ship. “Five star only,” he commented when you asked his criteria.

“Oh, we fancy.” You felt special though.

“Of course, now tell me what type of cuisine you’re in the mood for so I can narrow my search,” he turned to you.

You debated out loud with yourself between several different options while Boba searched what was actually available.

“Oh, yeah. Here’s the one, it’s close and has so many great reviews. Okay.” He pulled up the delivery menu. The both of you scrutinized it.

***

After dinner, you’d retired to bed early to relax and read a bit before sleeping. Boba drifted off, having drunk a few too many cocktails for dinner. You smiled to yourself as you read.

Suddenly tired, you put the tablet down. You carefully snuck out of bed and into the hallway. Popping into the fresher, you got ready for sleep. Stepping out, you decided you needed a Little Snack. You headed for the leftovers. Eating over the containers, you thought you had somehow ended up with a good life. For however long it lasted. You felt weird again. You looked around furtively. Was Boba up watching you devour this food? No. All was silent. Hm. You continued eating.

Stuffed, you went and brushed your teeth again. Finally you snuck back into bed and directly fell asleep.

***

”Jeez, babe, you had more than a ‘small snackie’ last night,” Boba laughed. “There’s no leftovers!”

“Well we didn’t have that much to begin with,” you began somewhat defensively. But then you thought about it. Had you eaten everything? You thought you remembered leaving some for later.

“Well that’s just an excuse to try something new for breakfast. Let’s go see what we can find.” He picked you up easily and carried you to the cockpit.

***

Again stuffed, you sat back from your picnic. You’d ended up having brunch out in the sand. The umbrella blocked the wind and sun perfectly; it had been a perfect meal. Boba was again drinking too many cocktails. You smiled to yourself, happy that he was really letting go and relaxing.

You put the leftovers aside in their little delivery packages and laid down next to Boba while he pounded a drink with an edible flower in it. Falling asleep, you left Boba to his own devices while you dreamt of a future with him.

***

You were gently shaken awake. The sun was setting below the waves, all pinks and oranges. “Time to go inside… you can go right back to sleep.” Boba sat you up. You wrapped your arms around him and he picked you up easily. Carrying you inside, he left the left over picnic bites for another time.

You mumbled, trying to go back to sleep. But you were well rested and feeling very Awake. You let Boba put you in bed and tuck you in. You were still hopeful you could get some more sleep. But it was no luck. After you’d laid there unsuccessfully for a few minutes, you got up in search of him. You found him in the cargo hold, cleaning up the picnic. He hadn’t closed the ship up for the night yet, so there was a light breeze and gentle ocean noises.

“Hm? What you doing up? I told you, you’re not a galaxy class spy. C’mere.” He turned towards you. Smiling, you approached. “Couldn’t sleep anymore, huh?” You nodded, “I was lonely.”

He smiled, “Well, watch me clean this up while drunk. I gotta stop drinking those little flower drinks.” You laughed as you watched him put the umbrella and left overs away. “Okay, I’m gonna crash. You gonna be okay?” You nodded again. “‘Kay, well close the ship up and come join me in a bit. I’m exhausted!” He disappeared into his ship. You sat down and sighed. Now what? You decided to sit out on the ship and stare at the stars for a little bit. Grabbing a blanket, you laid it out and settled in for some stargazing.

A few minutes passed very peacefully. Although awake, you were feeling very relaxed and carefree. You laid down, putting your hands under your head. Thinking of Boba, you willed only positive things to happen between the two of you. Somehow, your relationship had survived your betrayal. You gulped, a wave of guilt washing over you for a moment. But, it was in the past. You tried to let it go.

Suddenly you felt weird again. You sat up. What the hell was going on? You thought maybe it was Boba messing with you for a second, but then remembered how tired and drunk he’d been. No way it was him. Then what? You searched the cargo hold thoroughly. Nothing. Feeling unsure, you closed the ship up to feel safer. It sort of worked, but you still felt strange, and couldn’t shake it.

“Is there a ghost in here?” You felt silly but asked anyway. It felt like you were not alone. Silence.

“Okay, maybe a spirit?” You waited. Nothing.

“Or, maybe I’m nuts,” you muttered to yourself, sitting down. Annoyed, you sighed. Something was off. You turned then. A noise? You listened acutely. There it was. No. A slightly different noise, but from the same area of the cargo hold. You tip toed over to the corner. Nothing again! Frustrated, you growled out, “C’mon brain, don’t do this to me!”

Then you heard, very quiet and small, “Hello.”

Jumping, you were too scared to scream. You fell over. Lying on the floor, you looked straight up. A scared face returned your gaze. You realized you recognized this face, barely. “You’re… you’re the person from our last job!” Your mouth fell open as she lithely dropped down in front of you. Helping you to your feet, she took a step back. “I’m.. uh… on the run again. You two seemed so nice; I thought I would tag along for a bit. But now I’m stuck on the ship during your vacation.”

”Did you eat my food?” You thought of the mysteriously disappearing left overs from yesterday.

“Yeah… I was so hungry. Sorry.”

”No no, that’s fine. I just dunno how we’re gonna tell Boba.”

She shrugged, “Do you think he’ll take me right back? I know he’s an Imperial.”

“No, no,” you reassured. “He’s just there for the money. Uh, I mean… he’s not intrinsically on their side.”

She looked dubious, but said, “Do you think he’d fly me to a space port? I can make it on my own from there…”

You thought of something better, “Maybe… maybe we can get you to the Resistance.”

She brightened up. “He has contacts?”

”I have contacts,” you beamed.

She smiled. “I would really appreciate that; maybe they could help me disappear permanently.”

”I just know they can do something,” you said reassuringly. You thought of your dad. Time to comm him for help.

[aphroxditus]

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏs ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴀғᴇ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1)

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏ̄ʀᴜ | ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ | sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | sᴜɴᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ | sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴋ, sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ

ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏ̄ʀᴜ

Rushing to a table, y/n tripped over a feet, stumbling forward, the drink spilling on her dress.

“Fuck!”

“Shit, I’m so sorry princess~”, a deep voice said as the man stood up from his seat to help her up.

Looking up at him, she saw his hand out for her but she huffed, puffing her cheeks out. Shaking her hand to dismiss him, she got up herself and patted down her skirt. Examine his features, her breath hitched as she recognised him. Oikawa Tōru. The guy girls swooned over in high school. Her ex.

“Got a little bit of water up there, darling”, he circled around her breasts, eyeing it.

Pursing his lips, he hid a smile. Y/n looked down and saw the water made her dress a bit see through, making her red bra visible. Squealing, she hid her body with her arms and flushed red.

“S-Stop looking you perv!”

“I’m not princess, ‘m not ‘m not”, he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets.

Pouting, she ran off behind the counter, the kitchen door flying open as she rushed inside. Quickly changing, the embarrassment didn’t fade from a few minutes ago. It was all Oikawa’s fault this happened. His stupidly long legs tripped her. Y/n came out in new uniform then her boss called her.

“Hey y/n! You’re out of there finally! Take this to table 9 will you?”, she gave her a tray with drinks on it.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t deal with liquids very we-”, she chuckled nervously.

“Don’t worry about it hun. Just go. Quick”, she said, shoving the tray in front of y/hand pushing her along.

“I- Ah, okay.”

Slowly, she made her way table to table, getting stares from people as she moved along. Table 7. Table 8. Table 9. Perfect.

“Here are your drinks”, she bowed, placing down the tray and distributing the drinks to the two people, not looking at them, still ashamed from last time.

“Thanks princess. Ought to be careful you know. Unlike last time~”

“Huh?”, y/n looked up and met the same brunette’s eyes. This time he had a smug grin on his face. “Ah, um yes.”

Sheepishly, she stood there, fiddling with her fingers as he tilted his head at her, squinting his eyes.

“Shy little cutie?”

“No…”, y/n looked down, unable to make eye contact. ““I-I’m sorry for the delay for your food.. We’re low on staff today”, she bowed. “The food will arrive shortly. I’ll be going now.”

Oikawa looked at her while she passed, staring at her ass, the skirt bouncing up and down as she swiftly went past, flashing her ass a bit. I guess that’s what you get when you spill a drink on your own uniform, you get someone else’s.

“Oi!”, he said, making y/n turn around. “Why don’t you come have a seat, princess?”

“I really shouldn’t”, she shook her hands in front of her, trying to dismiss the idea.

“No no, it’s okay. Oikawa’s right. Come sit. There aren’t a lot of people here anyway”, someone’s head popped out from the booth and smiled softly. Iwaizumi Hajime.

“O-Oh okay.”

Sitting down on the edge, she hesitated to press up next to Oikawa but he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her in, right up next to him. Letting out a small squeak, her face flushed red as his warm breath fanned her face. There was one other people on the table so she tried best to keep quiet, although they seemed quite distracted by talking on the phone, arguing.

“I prefer F/n Oikawa you know~”, he purred into her ear as he eyed her name tag.

He rested one hand on her thigh, squeezing it. Her breath hitched suddenly, gazing down, looking at his hand, thumb rubbing her inner thigh as he riled up the skirt. He moved his hand up and down her inner thigh, making her tense up when he got closer to her heat. Feeling herself get wet, she whimpered.

“It’s a bit short for you isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah it isn’t mi- mmph.”

Oikawa pressed against their clothed clit.

“Oh my~ Babydoll, are you wet? My, my… Already?”

Going red, y/n pressed her legs together but Oikawa pried them back open. Gritting her teeth, y/n tried to contain herself as he tugged on her panties and pulled it to the side, exposing her pussy.

“May I?”

Nodding slowly, y/n wanted to be touched right now by him more than ever even though he was her shitty ex. The one who barely spent enough time with her because of volleyball. The one who would get drunk and flirt with any person he sees, including his very own best friend.

Running his index finger along her slit, she writhed under his touch.

“Ah~ Keep still sweetheart”, he tutted into her ear.

“T-Tōru~ mmph”, she muffled her moan by biting her tongue.

He circled her clit, rubbing it harshly. Who knew he was this good in making her desperate. Feeling herself get more wet by the second, he began to insert his fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out slowly, bending them inside her. Picking up his pace, he was in no mood to let her slip away from him without dripping all over.

“Tōru- No. I can’t”, she whispered into his ear, whimpering.

“Then cum for me, yeah?”, she whispered back.

On the cafe seat? Was this man insane?

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Go on”, he picked up his pace, twisting his fingers, hitting new spots.

Unable to hold herself any longer, she released all over his fingers.

“Mmmm, that’s it princess. That’s it. A little slut aren’t you?”

Whimpering, she shook her head.

“No, you’re right. You’re my slut yeah? Always were, always will be.”

ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

“You packing up now y/n?”, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“Yep! It’s seven. Closing time.”

“Alright, get everything back in place then you can leave. Thanks for your help today”, a woman walked out, smiling, her bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way to the door.

“I gotchu”, y/n said.

“Cya!”, the woman waved.

Y/n waved back as watched her exit, the bell at the top of the door ringing. Y/n sighed and made her way to the tables, picking up random cups laying around and went back to the counter. Opening the kitchen door, she began washing them. After this, she could finally go home for the day.

Dinggg.

Y/n raised her brow. That bell could only indicate one thing. Someone arriving? Unless one of her colleagues were leaving? But they already did. She was the only one. Peaking her head out of the kitchen double doors. She glanced over at the counter and saw a blonde man, his hands in his pockets.

“Atsumu?”

“Y/n? What are ya doing here?”

“I’m working obviously. Thanks for offering to pick me up baby.”

“I didn’t know ya worked at a maid cafe sweetheart. I was so confused when I read the sign outside.”

“Yeah”, she chuckled nervously, patting down her puffy skirts no fixing her small bonnet.

He slowly walked towards her, passing through the small gate, entering behind the counter. He eyed her up and down.

“Looking pretty cute I must say.”

Y/n flushed red. “Thank you”, she looked down at her feet as she fiddled with her fingers.

Eyeing her breasts, he stepped towards her, backing her to a wall, towering over her. Cupping her chin, he tilted her head up to make her look at him.

“T-Tsumu? What are you-”

Placing his lips on her neck, her eyes widened as she searched the cafe for anyone watching.

“People… People might come and see-”

“Mmmm it’s closing time, sweetheart”, he hummed, sucking her neck, leaving marks on it.

Grabbing her breasts, he squeezed it, earning moans erupting from her mouth.

“Tsumu~ Later-”

“Not my fault ya look so sexy right now”, he slurred into her ear.

Picking her up, he placed her on a counter and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her face closer to his, beginning to kiss her with passion. Returning the kiss, y/n closed her eyes, melting into his touch. She threw her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair. Her legs were spread wide apart, with Atsumu’s crotch up against her pussy, his cock erect. Rubbing against it, her grunted feeling her.

“Fuck~ I just wanna eat ya out of you right here, right now sweetheart”, he groaned into her ear.

“Who’s stopping you baby?”

She spread her legs further, her skirt riling up, making her panties in vision. Atsumu’s eyes trailed down and eyed it. He hooked his fingers on it and pulled it down, exposing her cunt. Examining her panties, he chuckled lowly.

“Oh my~ All wet.”

Whimpering, y/n flushed red. “Not my fault”, she puffed her cheeks, embarrassed.

Running his fingers along her wet slit, he pursed his lips, making his way down to his knees and staring at her cunt. Using his hands, he held on to her thighs, keeping them spread wide apart. His warm breath fanned her heat and she whimpered.

“Tsumu~”

“Mmmm”, he hummed against her cunt, placing his tongue on her clit, flicking.

She mewled as she writhed from the sensation. Teasing her entrance, he smirked, eager to ear her out. Shoving his tongue in, he burned his face into her, sucking and working his tongue around. Y/n’s breath quickened, her chest rising and falling quickly. Grabbing on his hair, she tugged on it, moaning softly.

“Feels so good daddy~”

“Yeah?”, he hummed, sending vibrations.

She felt her begin to reach her thigh from all the vigorous pleasure he was giving her. Whining, she squirmed.

“Tsumu~ ‘M gonna come.”

“That’s right, let me taste yer cum, sweetheart.”

She felt herself lose control and she came into his mouth and slurped her juices up, not allowing a drip to go to waste. Standing up straight, he stared down at her, her breathing still shallow and irregular. Wiping the remaining cum from his lips with the back of his hand, he had a crooked smile with half lidded eyes.

“My type of dessert.”

sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

The door’s little bell rang, indicating someone’s arrival. Rushing over, y/n did a little fast walk to the door to greet the new customers.

“Hello! Welcome to Cafe Rouge, I’m y/n and I’ll be your-”, she looked up and saw a pair of intimidating green eyes staring down at her. “S-Suna?”

“Hello dollface, you’ll be mine? Okay I accept your offer”, he had a smug grin.

“Shut up”, he happy expression dropped to a stern face. “You can sit there, alright?” She said pointing to a small booth.

“Won’t you escort me there?”, he teased her, leaning in towards her, right up her face.

Crossing her arms, her brows furrowed. “No. Call me when you’re ready to order.”

Walking away, he eyed her dress sway side to side, barely covering her ass. Rolling her eyes, she made her way to the counter and huffed.

“What’s wrong y/n?”, a feminine voice came from her right.

Turning to her right, she saw a woman carrying an empty tray, wearing the same uniform as her.

“Suna. That’s what’s wrong.”

“Oh- Yikes. Well on any other day I’d get another person to do his order snd stuff but we’re kinds full right now so I’m sorry hun”, she said before rushing into the kitchen, getting the next order ready.

“Thanks for the thought”, y/n murmured under her breath sarcastically.

Grabbing a notepad and pen, she made her way to Suna’s table.

“What do you want?”

“One serving of y/n please.”

“We don’t serve y/n”, she said bluntly.

Leaning back, he spread his legs out and relaxed. “Oh come on y/n. Stop being so stubborn.”

Y/n’s plain expression didn’t change. Tapping the pen on the notepad, she began getting impatient.

Huffing, he rolled his eyes. “Alright dollface. Just a cup of black coffee please”, he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alright”, she wrote down and walked away.

Rushing to the back, she got the tea ready for him. The sooner she got his order done, the sooner he’d leave.

“Someone’s rushing~”, someone said in a sing some voice.

“C’mon Kiyoko. I just wanna get this shithead’s order done.”

“Fair enough girly. Go on”, she slapped her back when y/n exited the back and walked to the table.

Placing it down on his table, she noticed he wasn’t at his table but didn’t even question it. She walked away, passing a small corridor to the bathrooms but someone took hold of her wrist stopping her and twisting her around. With a small yelp, she got pulled into a small corridor. A pair of green eyes stared at her. The same as Suna Rintarō’s.

“Suna! What the hell?”

He pressed her against a wall, his warm breath fanning her face.

“What? Can’t talk to my little dollface?”

“No. And certainly not in a dark corridor. Makes it more creepy.”

“Cmon princess. You know you still love me~”

He wasn’t wrong. She did love him but he broke her heart before.

“I-”

“You what? You love me?”, he smirked.

“Shut up”, she murmured quietly, looking down.

“Look at me when I speak to you”, he said sternly, tilting her chin up as he squeezed her cheeks tightly, making her mouth fall open. “You really expect me to come in, see you all dressed up cute, and not fuck that little cunt?”

Pressing his thigh in between his legs, this causes y/n to whimper as she rubbed up against it. He gave her neck kisses, slowly making his way up from her neck, to her jaw, to her soft lips. Her eyes widened but she kissed him back, still unsure of her feelings for him. Did she still want him? After before? Hell yeah.

Suna pulled away his thigh, examining it. A wet patch was there and he chuckled.

“Oh my~ Need my fat cock in there again?”, he mocked.

Whimpering, she nodded. Her eyes drifted off to the side, seeing if anyone was there but to her luck, not a single person could see. Suna took her wrist and led her into a single toilet, locking the door behind them before he bent her over the sink. Riling her skirt up, he pulled her panties down, letting it pool down to the floor.

“Legs wide open for me dollface~”

He kicked the sides, spreading them wide apart, her ass high in the air. Y/n heard the unbuckling of a belt and her breath hitched. He was really going to do this. Soon, she felt something hard pressed up against her, almost teasing her.

“Mmmm your dripping wet for this cock huh? Missed it, dollface?”

“Y-yes master”, she nodded. “Please-”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me with your cock”, she blurted out, shutting her eyes tightly, unable to take the tension anymore.

“As you wish”, he inserted himself into her entrance, slowly thrusting in and out, earning pretty moans from her. Soon, he picked up the pace, drilling inside with speed, hitting her sweet spot.

“S-Suna~ Ah, ‘m gonna- gonna-”

“Yeah, all over this fat cock tool, c’mon.”

Crying out from the stimulation, she released all over but Suna continued his thrusts, contributing to her overstimulation. Rings of white cum hung around his cock. In and out. In and out. Until y/n was shaking.

“S-Suna I can’t-”

Pulling out, he came all over her ass, watching his liquids drip down from it to the floor. With one harsh slap to it, he grinned.

“Attagirl. Taking my cock in so well every time. Wish you’d wear that maid dress everyday for me.”

Y/n turned around to face Suna with an innocent expression, big doe eyes, pouting lips. No one would have believed that she was such a slut for him. Cupping her chin, he leaned over her.

“Master’s little slut huh?”

[jeonsjiddies]

Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count -  3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings -  dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire. 

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him. 

Your hands then pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression. 

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked. 

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”  

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people  who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”  

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike. 

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s  body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine. 

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”  

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride…  He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear. 

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”  

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”  

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift. 

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in. 

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”  

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”  

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” 

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.  

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.” 

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook,  “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.” 

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”  

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot  and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”  

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look. 

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs. 

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away. 

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen.  You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently. 

You  pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together. 

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit. 

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb  rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy.  You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.” 

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”  

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.” 

Once you got outside, you hit his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed. 

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled  “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?”  and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled. 

“Well now that you mention it…” 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing. 

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear. 

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away. 

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised. 

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class. 

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke. 

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined. 

“Okay.” 

“Really? Okay?” you gasped. 

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”  

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred. 

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered. 

“Anything?” 

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.” 

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out. 

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst. 

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”  

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them. 

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”  

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement . 

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head.  You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours. 

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently. 

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered. 

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”  

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation.  Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly. 

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better. 

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you. 

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes. 

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you. 

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously. 

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”  

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.” 

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole. 

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.  

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy. 

“You’re fucking amazing.”  

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed. 

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”  

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. 

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed. 

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything. 

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

for your eyes only || h. styles

warnings: swearing, references to drugs

word count: 2.5k

summary: harry is feeling the pressure of making his new album...

You were already in bed by the time Harry got home. Though still awake, your eyes were heavy and your body ached for rest. But you’d never been able to sleep without knowing Harry was safe at home. 

The slamming of the front door echoed through your house. You listened silently as he hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. You heard him wander into the kitchen, turn on the tap and pour himself a glass of water. After a couple of minutes, he ventured upstairs, heading straight into the bathroom. He began brushing his teeth. 

All the while, you stared out the window of your bedroom. It looked out onto the London streets, dimly lit by the street lights. The bedroom was dark, only illuminated slightly by the outside sky and all of its stars and the moon. 

Harry had been at the studio all day. He’d been stressing about writing his new album. He had started coming home late and leaving early. You barely saw him anymore. You always left him some leftovers in the fridge for him to eat when he got in or take for his lunch. Every time you tried to ask him if he was okay or if he needed to take a break, he’d just shrug you off and tell you he was fine. 

You’d seen a similar thing when he was making his first album, but it was never as bad as this. You’d seen it when he was trying to finish Watermelon Sugar, but it was never as bad as this. 

You felt the bed sink beside you, which consequently woke your cat, who was sleeping at the bottom of your bed. His name was Podge. Rolling over to face Harry, you smiled softly at him. You wanted to be angry at him for never telling you where he was anymore or prioritising his album over your relationship, but you just couldn’t be. You always knew where he was. He went to the studio all day and then would go back to Sarah and Mitch’s for a bit during the evening. “How are you?” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your body.

“Tired,” you replied, squeezing him tightly.

He pressed his lips lazily to the top of your head. You smiled at the feeling of his touch. “Go to sleep then,” he mumbled. 

“But I haven’t seen you today. And I won’t see you tomorrow,” you sighed. “I just miss you. And I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, love. You know I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

You sat up, turning back to him. He frowned, propping himself up against the headboard. “That’s the thing. I don’t think you would tell me.”

“What? Where did you get that idea?” 

“Well, you never told me when you were making your first album. You never told me when you were trying to finish Watermelon Sugar. You don’t have a great track record of being transparent when it comes to telling me when you’re not okay,” you explained. “Instead, all you do is come home and go to sleep. Then you wake up before me to get to the studio early. And even when you finish at the studio, you go back to Sarah and Mitch’s. She’s fucking pregnant, Harry, give them some time alone.”

He sat there and took it like a small child being scolded by his mother. He played with his fingers as you tried not to shout. You both knew it would only be a matter of time before you broke and all your feelings would come pouring out. 

The sound of Podge whining at the bottom of the bed interrupted your heated rant. He plodded his way up to the two of you, settling in between you both. He often did that. He’d clamber up to the top of the bed to sleep between your bodies when everyone was comfortable.

Harry reached down to run his hand along Podge’s soft back. You sighed, throwing the covers off your legs. “I’m going to get a drink,” you told him as you left him alone in the bedroom. 

He watched you leave. He didn’t call out or beg for your forgiveness. That was never how arguments were handled in your relationship. He sighed, getting comfortable in bed again, waiting for your return. The sound of Podge purring was enough to calm his nerves as he listened to you pour yourself a glass of water in the kitchen. He listened carefully as you walked around a bit, before he heard the back door open and close. 

You often went outside to take a moment to collect your thoughts whenever you and Harry got into an argument. Harry knew this. 

You set your glass down as you sat down on the bench against the wall. The fabric was cold against your thighs. You looked up at the bedroom window, wondering whether Harry was contemplating everything you’d said or if he was comfortably falling asleep. 

Harry waited for you to return. You never did. You’d gone to sleep in the spare bedroom. The two of you were too tired to take it too further tonight. So, you both slept, knowing tomorrow would either be full of shouting and tears of frustration or pettiness. 

However, when Harry woke in the morning, he climbed out of bed to apologise to you. Podge followed after him, his claws loud on the floor. But you were gone. The bed in the spare bedroom was made. He slowly made his way down to the kitchen, his nerves getting the better of him. Had you really left? 

There was a note on the kitchen counter by the bowl of fruit. ‘GONE OUT FOR BREAKFAST WITH GEM’. Harry looked over at the clock on the wall. It was thirteen minutes past nine. But he didn’t know when you’d written the note. He quietly poured himself a glass of orange juice and buttered some toast. He went out into the back garden, sitting down in the very spot you’d sat in a few hours earlier. 

The weather was nice. The sky was blue and there was a moderate breeze in the air. His phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up to reveal the picture of you he had set as his lock screen. Your slightly pixelated smile was electric through the screen as you cradled Podge in your arms when he was just a kitten. 

The notification was from Mitch. He couldn’t make it to the studio. Harry replied quickly, telling him it wasn’t a problem. It was Saturday anyway. Granted, Harry could probably do with a day off. But, even when he lay in bed all day doing absolutely nothing, he was still working.

That was the trouble with making an album: it plays on your mind until it’s finally out in the hands of the public. More so, Harry noticed, with his solo albums. And that was why Harry seemed to spend every waking moment in the studio. He figured that he might as well be in an environment where he can turn his epiphanies into harmonies.

He heard the front door open and close. You were home. Harry finished the remnants of his orange juice. Podge appeared in the doorway, rubbing his head along on the edge of the threshold. Shortly after, you followed. You were standing in the doorway, shuffling awkwardly. “Not going to the studio today?” you asked, sitting down opposite him. 

He shrugged, “Might do. It’s still early yet.”

You nodded. There was no pettiness. There was no shouting. There was just silence with intervals of small talk. Harry watched you as you fiddled with your fingers, your knee bouncing. You were nervous, he could tell. “How was Gemma?” he asked. 

“She was great,” you replied. “Asked how you were.”

“Yeah? What did you tell her?”

“I said you were fine,” you shrugged. “Just busy with the album.”

He nodded slowly, “Right.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up straight. You felt Podge run his body along your leg beneath the table. “What? Was I wrong to say that?” you asked, worrying that you’d done something wrong. 

He shook his head quickly, “No, no.”

Harry didn’t say anything more. He was closed off. There was something he wasn’t telling you. You’d been with Harry long enough to know this. Usually, he was quite open with you. He told you what felt like everything. But this never applied to his music. His job. You and his job were two separate things. He made that explicitly clear from the very beginning. You were never to get mixed up with his music and his music was never to get mixed up with you. The line between the two was never blurred. 

But this meant he hardly ever told you when he was struggling or when he felt like he needed a break from it all. You only ever heard songs when they were finished. You only ever saw music videos when they were complete. You had only ever been to one awards show with him - the 2020 Brits. You had never even seen the inside of the studio. You had only met his band on a handful of occasions, all of which had been on nights out or for celebratory dinners, never when they were rehearsing. 

It was like he was leading two lives. 

“You are okay, aren’t you?”

He nodded, “Sure. Just a bit stressed.”

You sighed, exasperated, “You always say that! Every time I ask if you’re doing alright, you just shrug and tell me you’re ‘a bit stressed’. Harry, ‘a bit stressed’ isn’t spending every day at the studio. It isn’t spending all night at the piano, trying to get a song just right. It isn’t constantly comparing yourself to other artists, trying to work out what worked for them and what didn’t. It isn’t getting high every time you fuck something up. It isn’t acting like you have no life outside of the music you make.”

“I don’t! I don’t have a life outside of the music I make. Don’t you get it? I’ve dreamed of this my entire life. I reached the top with the band. And once you’ve had a taste of what it’s like to own the fucking world, everything you do becomes about trying to get there again. It’s like a fucking drug. When it’s been in your system once, it lives there forever and you can’t stop thinking about it. You crave it,” he snapped. You winced as you watched him become so worked up, tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. He dragged his fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands harshly. 

It took you a moment to absorb everything Harry had said. Last night, it had only been a matter of time before you’d broken. Today, it had only been a matter of time since Harry broke. You were sick of it. Harry was sick of it. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as his words registered, “I don’t know if you need to hear this from me. I don’t know if anyone has ever actually said this to you. But you’ll never be as big as the band.”

Harry looked up, his eyebrows knitted together. He looked offended. As anyone would be, you supposed. “What?” he squeaked out. 

“I know it’s brutal. And I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but you’re never going to be as big as the band. And it’s shit, Harry, I know. But you’re a fifth of that band. Some fans left with Liam, and some left with Zayn, and some left with Louis, and some left with Niall. And some left with you. And some left with all five of you. But the point is you’re missing four of the components you had when you owned the world. That band was fucking massive, Harry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. You didn’t expect him to. You’d said all you felt you needed to say to him. And, while you knew you’d never be able to relate to exactly how Harry was feeling, you’d seen the devastating consequences stardom has on a person. You pressed on, “You owned the fucking world, Harry. But you owned it with four other guys. And I don’t think you could do it on your own.”

He sighed, nodding, “It’s just hard.”

“I know, baby. But it won’t get easier if you just don’t stop. You need to step back from this toxic mindset you’ve got yourself into. You literally just won a Grammy, give yourself a break,” you said. 

“That’s the point. I won a Grammy for Watermelon Sugar. What if I can’t make that again?” he sighed.

“Harry, you’ll never be able to make it again. Surely that’s the beauty of it all, right? Nobody wants to hear you put out another Watermelon Sugar. I can guarantee your fans would be happy to listen to what you want to make,” you said. 

It felt so foreign to be talking to Harry about these kinds of things. You’d reassured him and given him advice on all sorts, but never about the music industry. That was his area of expertise. But spending time with Gemma always put you in some sort of healthy frame of mind.

You reached across the table to squeeze his hand. There was no way you could still be angry at Harry for spending so much time away from the house. He wiped away the stray tears that clung to his cheeks. He reached down to cuddle Podge, who’d jumped up onto the bench at some point or another. “Thanks,” he said quietly, finally looking you in the eyes. “I’m sorry for getting so worked up over this. It’s so pathetic.”

“Don’t apologise, H. I love you and I’m always gonna be here for you. Please don’t be embarrassed about these things. I’ll never judge you for being emotional,” you smiled softly. 

“You’re too good for me,” he said, grinning across at you. 

You leaned back in your chair, shrugging, “Probably. I do think of this relationship as more of charity work.”

He laughed, “You’re so selfless!”

“I know! What can I say, some heroes don’t wear capes,” you smirked. 

It was moments like these, with the sun beaming down at the two of you, that you’d missed. Harry was smiling again. It felt like something you hadn’t seen for weeks. 

The truth was, Harry had always found it easier to express his feelings through the art of music. And, while this posed many benefits for him, it meant that, when he was trapped with writer’s block, he found it difficult to free himself of the burdening stresses of his industry. 

You got to your feet, extending your hand to Harry, “Come on, you’ve not had a shower for days. You stink.”

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Soulmate Au Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 are here!!

Final formal installment from this series! Due to some personal reasons I will only do Hc's or small Drabbles and scenarios nothing explicit like these ones, just implied. I apologize if it's not what everyone wanted. Also thanks to everyone who has submitted a request, they will be answered. Enjoy!

WARNING SOMNOPHILIA

Illumi stared down at your sleeping body, two dark voids swirling with anticipation. Today he had worked you up, purposely making you train and fight all day with him. Deep inside, he wanted you to be strong and willing to fight and kill just like they all were. But not enough for you to overcome them. That would mean your escape, and he couldn't allow that, not when they just found you.

It wasn't until you dodged him and stumbled to the ground that he noticed you were exhausted.

"We can stop for now." Illumi's monotone voice called out

He saw relief washed over you as your body unceremoniously melted into the grass, not caring the look he was giving you or that you were probably getting dirtier.

After that, you sloppily walked inside the house, dragging your tired legs straight to the bathroom. You took a quick shower, falling on the bed with the intention of resting your eyes, and then make dinner for the two fo you.

But Illumi waited for you, and he waited, and you didn't come out.

For a quick second, his heart skipped a beat, yet he walked calmly to the room. He knew whatever you do, wherever you go, they would find you.

They had already proved that.

What he saw melted his worry away. You were in your robe, wet hair splayed beneath you as you were sleeping without a care. Your mouth was slightly open, quiet snores coming out, and you hadn't even lighted the fireplace.

The corners of his lips twitched upwards, almost smiling at the picture. Neither Hisoka nor Chrollo were in the house, having left to do their own things for the trope. They had started to give you some more leniency and liberty after Chrollo saw you couldn't truly leave.

That headache could've certainly killed you, and you wouldn't try it again.

But now Illumi shook off his clothes, folding them and putting the bunch on the vanity. He loomed over your sleeping body, watching your chest rise and fall as you slept soundly. His face didn't emote any visible expression, but lust and excitement brew within him.

Illumi walked closer to you. He unfurled the knot and opened the robe exposing your naked body to the room. You were so perfectly positioned that the moonlight coming from the window in the dark room illuminated your breasts, making your skin glow. His mouth watered, looking at your perked tips, and he came to straddle your form. Dark eyes looked up to yours, watching to see if you woke up.

An excitement rose inside him, the thrill of making love to you while trying not to wake you.

And he couldn't wait any longer.

All that fighting from before, having you underneath him every time you lost, feeling how squirmed and struggled, it all made him very frustrated. He knew the others had already tasted you, delved deep within your depths. But now it was his turn, he had given you space, coddling you instead.

Illumi took one of your cherries into his mouth, excitement bubbling inside him, swirling his tongue around the bud while his other hand squeezed your other mound. His long hair over you tickled your side, and you sighed in your sleep, trying to move, but he didn't let you, of course, mouth still attaches to you nub, sucking and nipping it gently.

He started kissing down your stomach, leaving a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses, his long hair tickling you as he went.

Unaware of what was happening, your hips bucked into him, making him bite his lips to stifle the moan that wanted to escape. Illumi's face was poised in front of your core, his cool breath ghosted over the soft curls above your entrance. Your pink slit looked inviting, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He licked a stripe up your slit, making you sigh, body quivering as his hands held your thighs apart. His eyes looked up to see if you had awoken but found you still dreaming. Illumi then latched unto your hooded pearl sucking on it while two fingers already moving in and out, curled on that sweet spot that made your thighs twitch, almost closing around his head.

If only you could hear the obscene squelching of your wetness around his fingers, he was sure you would've been flustered and embarrassed.

You whined, squirming to escape his grasp, and he felt his length hardened at the fact that he alone was making you feel good. Possessiveness flooded his body, filling his mind with new possibilities.

The flood gates had opened, and he smiled up at you.

Your walls clamped down on his fingers, convulsing around them, your honey dripping down for him to lick up like a thirsty man on a hot day. Illumi held your waist down as he licked up your release, your body wriggling underneath his splayed palm on your stomach, wanting to escape the oversensitivity.

Eyes opened slightly groggily, staring up at the ceiling, your high washing over you and mixing with the exhaustion. You barely saw straight looking down to meet Illumi's dark eyes swirling with desire.

Illumi was straddling you, giving himself two shameless strokes and slowly plunging into your core. He sheathed himself inside you, grunting lowly at the warmth pulling him deeper.

"Illumi, what's go-" your soft voice slurred as his hips rocked against you, starting a furious speed.

You moaned, still sleepy but feeling how his fingers dug into your thighs, bringing you closer to him. The heat rising around you and the pleasure coming up your legs left you more sleepy. You could faintly feel his length speared you, hear his low grunts as your eyes closed once more. His hands went over your stomach, thinking, and imagining how your belly would swell. Imagining your body filled with his brood, drinking from one of your heavy breasts as they fed on the other. How proud he would be that you’re carrying his children, bred and marked to forever be his.

"Mmm, now this is a lovely sight~" Illumi felt Hisoka come up behind him, hugging his waist.

Hisoka laid his head on Illumi's shoulder, watching you sleepily writhe beneath his lover. He licked his lips, kissing Illumis neck softly.

"H-Hisoka," Illumi grunted, feeling your walls momentarily flutter around him.

"Mmm, don't mind me, my love." Hisoka continued to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on Illumi's neck, making the assassin close his eyes.

His hips didn't falter as he still rocked faster against you. He heard the soft scuffle behind him but didn't mind it lost in the sensations your body gave him.

Before his hand could grab one of your breasts, he felt Hisoka enter him from behind. He stuttered, clenching around the clown's length, causing him to moan loudly. Illumi leaned forwards down, supporting his body with his arms against the bed besides your head. His long dark hair fell down like curtains covering your face and his, encasing the two of you in a rather intimate display. One of his hands came down to caress your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers.

"Now, where were we last time we were so rudely interrupted?~" Hisoka purred behind him, raking his nails softly down the assassin's back.

Illumi shuddered slightly, gripping the bed sheets with force, making them rip under his hand.

"A-Almost getting caught," Hisoka loved whenever Illumi couldn't talk or stuttered in his words. It filled his chest with pride.

"Mmm, I believe it's going to happen again" Hisoka moved his hips slightly, pushing harder Illumi inside you and closer over your body.

The bed creaked as he shifted, kissing Illumi's back and making him shudder in delight.

"How does she feel?~"

Hisoka kept leaving open-mouthed kisses on Illumi back everywhere his lips touched, his breath fanning over them, littering the assassin's pale skin with goosebumps.

"T-Tight," Illumi panted, feeling you clench around him.

You moaned in delight, your body littered a light sheen of sweat.

"What else, Llumi?~"

"She's w-warm and wet."

"So good," he muttered under his breath, but Hisoka caught it, and he chuckled, gripping Illumis hips harshly and giving him a rather hard thrust that pushed him deeper into your depths. You moaned in tandem with them.

"Ram into her, Llumi, make her yours too~," Hisoka whispered lowly, his own body preening in excitement.

"Breed her, and let’s keep her here forever" Hisoka's voice was deep and seductive as he pursued his release.

Illumi's face contorted into slight pain as he felt the pleasure rise in him. Hisoka went faster, feeling himself getting closer. He bit Illumi's shoulder, letting out a loud moan making Illumi feel it vibrate through him. Hisoka spilled inside Illumi but didn't move away.

He was still a bit hard to leave the fun.

"I know you want to...she wants it too~" Hisoka groaned against Illumis neck, and Illumi was consumed by his desire, frantically thrusting into you with passion.

The assassin groaned as your walls grew tighter, and you cried in out in your sleep.

Hisoka's hand went over the side to rub your bundle of nerves. Your body jerked, and Illumi grunted; he bit his lips trying to stay quiet, knowing if he let himself go, the clown would never stop teasing him. Then your walls convulsed around his length, your body arched, showing him your beautiful mounds. His eyes widened and then closed tightly, feeling you massage him, pulling him in. He panted, breathing out and feeling somber as your core pulled everything from him.

Illumi leaned back, his body coming close to Hisoka's chest. The clown smirked behind the assassin, and even if Illumi didn't see him, he could feel the smugness coming from him.

Hisoka wiggled his hips, pulling a soft moan from under Illumi's breath.

"I'll give you what you want as soon as I'm done here."

Hisoka chuckled, "or I can take it."

He rocked his hips gently against Illumi and then made him bend over, fully covering your body. His hand laid in the middle of Illumi's back as he pulled out and then went inside your already stuffed core. You gasped, opening your eyes wide, feeling the sudden push that left you breathless. You groaned at the fullness, clenching incredibly hard around the two of them. They moaned and groaned together. Your body squirmed underneath Illumi, and he kissed you to distract you as Hisoka started to move.

"Ah, ah-ha!" you moaned and whined out loud, feeling as Hisoka wildly dragged his length in and out.

Illumi breathed hard through his nose, grunting as he felt each and every of his lover's veins against his length. You panted and exhaled through your nose, looking flustered as Hisoka grabbed your hips and dug his fingers into them.

"T-Too much!" You whined, trying to arch your back, pushing your chest against Illumi.

He bit his lips, feeling your breasts flushed against him as you rubbed against the hardness of his abs. Your cheeks, like Illumi's, were tinted in red as he kissed you deeply, swirling his tongue against yours.

"I'm so close~" Hisoka moaned behind him.

Hisoka's tongue coming down to lick up Illumi's spine as his hips stuttered while you clamped down on them. You cried out against Illumi's kiss, and he pulls away to grunt at the fantastic feeling of your walls spasming around them and milking them both.

Hisoka pulled out, and Illumi let out a low gasp at the cold feeling of emptiness. He pulled Illumi against his chest, dragging the assassin with him as he laid down on the bed. The two of them panted harshly, eyes closed as the bliss washed over their bodies. Illumi lightly opened his eyes, looking at you, already passed out again.

He felt a twinge of disappointment inside his chest, but he pulled you closer to him, smothering you and trapping your body in his arms. You can’t leave them, you needed them. He took pride and relished in the fact that out of all of the three, he was the one who spent the most time with you.

Hisoka brushed Illumis dark long hair out of the way and leaned his head in the crook of his shoulder. He smiled at your passed out form and then kissed Illumi's neck as the assassin too was falling asleep. He hugged the two of you closer to him, Intertwining his legs with the both of you as he draped the sheets over all your bodies. He wondered what the next training session would be like and if he could join in the fun. Who knew his Llumi was this thirsty.

Morning came, and you weren't feeling exactly well-rested, you pinned it all to that weird wet dream fantasy you had during the night. But then you felt a heavy arm wrapped over your waist, holding you flushed against a hard chest. Everything was tender, especially in between your legs. The surrounding warmth felt nice, and your still exhausted body was being lulled back to sleep.

Maybe you were still dreaming even during the morning.

"Mmm, I'm ready for round two~."

THANKS FOR ENJOYING THIS EVERYONE!

This is my last spicy Rose Tea of this caliber (explicitly detailed and character x character), due to some personal reasons I will not be doing extra mega super ultra explicitly detailed smut. Smut will happen but it will be more implied than anything and there will be no more character x character fics. I will focus more on x readers. I apologize if these teas are not everyone’s cup, I understand, but I’m doing it for me and I will still deliver amazing teas no matter what flavor they are!

[the-lonelybarricade]

for the feysand oneshot, how abouuuutttt............ omg a feysand wedding!!!!! we've been deprived of it and you're the only one i trust to write it correctly :D

Hello my lovely anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to this one, I got a bit swept away yesterday and then I was prepping for the ACoFD upload today, but we got to it in the end! This one was a little tough for me because I may or have not already written a Feysand wedding scene for ACoFD and I didn't want this one to by a copycat.

Anway, here's a short and canon compliant wedding scene starting immediately after the end of chapter 60 in ACoMaF:

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“So I won my wedding ring without even being asked if I wanted to marry you.”

“Perhaps.”

Feyre cocked her head. “Do--do you want me to wear it?”

“Only if you want to.”

“When we go to Hybern… Let’s say things go badly. Will anyone be able to tell that we’re mated? Could they use that against you?”

Rage flickered in his eyes. “If they see us together and can scent us both, they’ll know.”

“And I show up alone, wearing a Night Court wedding ring--”

He snarled softly.

Feyre closed the box, leaving the ring inside. “After we nullify the Cauldron, I want to do it all. Get the bond declared, get married, throw a stupid party and invite everyone in Velaris--all of it.”

Rhys took the box from Feyre’s hands and set it down on the nightstand before herding her toward the bed. “And what if I wanted to go one step beyond that?”

“I’m listening,” she purred as he laid her on the sheets.

And Rhys slowly explained his plan to Feyre as he unwound her in his arms. A whisper of words across the valley of her chest, his tongue and lips emphasizing each promise of devotion. He summarized the vows with his head buried between her legs, and explained the ceremony as their body joined. It was certainly a thorough demonstration. Once Feyre had thoroughly become undone in his embrace, he kissed her lips, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and helped her dress.

Still lost to the stupor of their love-making, they snuck out of the town house with a twin pair of elated grins. Rhys looked about as dazed and in love as Feyre felt. She took the moment to savour the feeling, understanding that it was fleeting. That tomorrow, they’d wake up and go to war. But right now, she was walking through Velaris with her mate at her side and the stars above and everything was as it should be. This taste of bliss, it would be worth whatever tomorrow brings.

When they arrived at the temple, the two of them were nearly giddy, drunk on the love and joy throbbing through the golden thread that tied them together. Their sacred bond. The High Priestess was already waiting at the entrance, having been mentally notified of their arrival by Rhysand. She offered them a pleasant smile beneath the hood of her blue robe and bowed her head respectfully before she led them through the temple.

They were escorted into a room with large moonstone arches in place of windows, the space completely open to the soft, saltwater breeze blowing in from the Sidra. The ceiling above was carved with markings reminiscent of Night Court and at its apex, it opened to the night sky. Feyre stared up in awe, marvelling at the waxing moon that shone through, bright and bold among the star-swept sky. It was the perfect place to offer her heart to her mate and his court.

Feyre turned to face Rhys. He was staring at her, adoration plain on his face, and her face heated to realize that he’d been marvelling her in mirror to her gaping at the temple.

Of the glorious sights in the world, Feyre, your beauty surpasses all.

She raised her brows, stepping closer to her mate to play at adjusting the lapels of his jacket. The sight before me certainly challenges such a statement. She made a point of sweeping her gaze over him, stopping at those heartbreaking eyes that were staring at her with such a soft love. Feyre swallowed thickly, feeling all at once enveloped in warmth, like she’d been bundled in a pool of silk.

Rhys swept his arms around her, encircling her in his embrace as he pulled her closer. Then what a view the pair of us must be, he mused.

The High Priestess had been scurrying about, gathering items for the ceremony, but now she appeared at their side. Any mortal notions about modesty didn’t seem to exist in fae ceremonies, for the priestess seemed almost encouraged by the way Feyre and Rhys were clutching onto each other. She made no move to separate them as she began the proceedings, and Feyre was grateful for being able to stay in Rhysand’s arms, safe and warm and complete.

“Feyre Cursebreaker,” she began, her voice loud and clear. It echoed in the open space of the room, carried through the gentle wind, “do you swear to protect and serve the Night Court; to uphold its laws and stand against its enemies; to lead and govern its people; to be a just ruler; and to bow to no and nothing but your crown?”

Feyre pulled away from Rhysand’s embrace, but kept his hand grasped firmly in her own as she faced the High Priestess. “I swear on my life,” she answered resolutely. “I will protect and serve the Night Court and its people. I will lead and govern as a just ruler, and I will uphold the Night Courts laws and stand against its enemies. I will bow to no and nothing but my crown.”

“Kneel now, Cursebreaker, to your crown and country.” The High Priestess gestured to the symbols carved into the moonstone floor and Feyre realized they were standing on the inside circle of the Night Court emblem, the High Priestess just outside the carving.

Feyre nodded, bowing to her knees before the three stars of Ramiel engraved on the floor. The Priestess retrieved a shallow bowl she’d placed on the ground and raised it before Feyre.

“Drink now, from the water that flows through the streams of Ramiel, and let the Mother bless and protect you as the High Lady of the Night Court.”

Feyre raised her chin and drank from the bowl, letting the cool water stay on her tongue as she sent a silent thank you to the Mother and her Cauldron, for having been blessed with such a place to call home, and such a mate to stand beside. And as she drank, she felt her right hand tingle as a twin to her bargain tattoo etched itself into her skin like a lace glove, marking her as High Lady.

When the High Priestess removed the bowl, Rhys was instantly there, fingers placed under her chin. He used that contact point to raise her back to her feet until their lips met. He kissed her so tenderly it scorched her soul, branded her there irrevocably. No one’s touch would ever feel so harmonious, so magnetic.

Then, Rhys pulled away. For a brief second their eyes met, and the burning reverence she saw in those starkissed eyes was staggering. Her whole body felt ablaze as he dropped to his own knees before her, drawing the back of her hand to his lips. “My Lady,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “I will protect and serve. Always. Your word, your command, your will, they are as good as my own, and I will uphold them all. Every breath I take, it will be in your service. Everything that I have, it is yours. Will you take me, as your mate and husband and High Lord?”

“I will,” Feyre said, her voice cracking on the word as she fought against the emotion that clogged her throat, that stung the back of her eyes. Were High Ladies allowed to become blubbering, happy messes in the sacred temples?

Your High Lord has already become one, so I don’t see why High Ladies should be excluded, Rhys murmured. Feyre met his glittering eyes, where tears fell freely down his cheeks. With a sob, Feyre joined him on the floor, both of them kneeling together on the Night Court emblem.

“Will you take me, Rhysand?” Feyre managed to choke out through her tears. “As your mate and wife and High Lady?”

“I already have,” he whispered. “From the moment I met you, and long before that. I have loved you and accepted you as anything you would offer to me. And I always will. My wife, my mate, my High Lady. I love you with everything I am.”

“I love you too, Rhys,” she answered, throwing her arms around his neck to crash her lips to his.

She could taste the salt of their tears, but beyond that she could taste him. Her mate, the soul for her soul, the very person she’d been searching for all her life. And as they burned together on the temple floor, as bright and enduring as the stars themselves, Feyre thought that she was finding more than her other half. She was finding herself, her family, her home, everything that had always felt unattainable and farfetched. For so long she’d never known what it was to be loved, but now, in her husband’s arms, crowned as his equal in every way, she felt so much more than that.

For the first time since turning High Fae, she truly felt immortal. Powerful, everlasting, eternal. High on love and life as she kissed her mate endlessly under the blanket of moonlight. She’d never dreamed she could feel this way, so liberated, so unabatedly happy.

To the people who look up at the stars and wish, Rhys.

To the stars who listen, mate. And the dreams, like this one, that are answered.

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[thesecetlesbo]

Tea and Sweet Kisses

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Summary: You a painter, share a soft evening with your wife Natasha as rain pours against your cottage in the woods.

Warnings: Slight mention of smut at the beginning but other than that pure fluff

Word count: 750

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Sitting in your large bed, filled with many blankets and plush pillows, hands wrapped around a book, no longer reading it just aimlessly scanning the pages as your mind starts to wonder. Thoughts from last night with one of their hands wrapping around your neck, their mouth leaving bites and marks all over your torso and their other hand slowly sinking below your waistline. You snapped out of your thoughts by a clap of thunder, rain started to crash against the window of the bedroom.

You rise from your comfy nest, to go close the blinds and to make you and your wife a cup of tea. Paws scratching your hardwood floors, your dog, bree, approaches trying to steal your body heat as you walk through your long hallways filled with grand bookshelf’s. Each shelf scattered with nicknacks and small treasures. You wife hated the idea of clutter, but that never seemed to stop you, with you mess from your art studio slowly creeping into the rest of the small cabin.

“Nat dear, I’m putting on a kettle did you want anything” You ask as you just reach her home office, with a grand mirror, yet more bookselfs but this time neatly organised with fewer pictures filled with smiling faces of her friends, Yelena and photos from you wedding reception everyone drunk with smiling faces, two couches facing each other with a large oval coffee table littered with books. Behind one of the couches was your wife’s grand walnut desk, littered with paper and coffee mugs. With your wife’s head focus on her computer typing and no answer to your question you walk towards her desk. Once your within eyesight she looks up to you with her tired eyes but with a bright smile.

“Oh hello dear, sorry I didn’t hear you come in. I was trying to get this mission report done for Fury” She states apologising to you. A cold breeze runs down your back as you turn around and release her window cracked open and starting to let the rain in. You close it.

“Don’t you get cold in here dear?” Natasha shakes her head slightly. As you picked up cold coffee and empty mugs. “I’m putting a kettle on would you like any tea” Her face brightens up to that idea.

“Only if you're offering darling” You laugh as a response, as you leave hands full of mugs you see Bree jump up onto one of Nats couches, curled up trying to stay warm. You walk into the kitchen and place the mugs into the sinks and fill up the kettle to place onto the stove. You grab a glass and fill it with tap water and begin to water the plants you had showered along the windowsill above the sink, knowing you didn’t do this almost enough to your poor herb garden, you were almost certain it was only alive thanks to Natasha.

The kettle screams with steam as you finish finding the mugs and picking the mixture for tonight, a cozy green tea. As your tea steeps you walk over back to Natasha's office, careful not to trip over any of the dog toys laying on the floor. You place both cups onto her desk where there was little room before going over to pat Bree as she started to fall asleep.

“Thank you Y/N” Nat purred, holding her cup in her hands rereading her mission report before sending it out. “What did you do today love?” She looks up to you just above her laptop screen.

“Oh, I just finished that one commission I was working on lately and started to read a book. I couldn’t get into it though, but if the weather stays like this I might give it another try tomorrow.” You said calmly while walking back to her desk and picking up your tea, taking a slow sip.

“That sounds wonderful dear, i was wondering since I don’t have anything with work tomorrow and this mission report is about to be sent if you wanted to do something tomorrow together”

“Like what dear?”

“Drink tea by the fire, watch you paint or just have a lazy day dear, it doesn’t bother me along as it’s with you” She looks up at you longing, you wanted this life for so and you finally had it, it made you so happy in unbelievable ways. You lean down and reach for her face, she leans in, you share a kiss, not too long and not to short, just enough to know that you have each other.

“I would love that dear.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

date night, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A first date is always nerve-wracking. It can made you anxious and shaky - but alas for Jungkook, he’s anxious and shaky for a slightly different reason. After all, his date is his dom.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; dom/sub themes; (slightly) public vibrator use; feels; a ball gag is involved; smut (overstimulation, striptease, m-masturbation, mild restraint, cowgirl); noona dom!reader x sub!Jungkook

Technically a continuation of customer service and ii, but can be read alone.

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“Sorry, I’m late, Jungkook. Work ran a little longer than I would like.”

He turned around in his chair, looking startled. “Oh, no, it’s fi–”

He froze in mid-sentence. You walked around him, slowly removing your long black coat. One shoulder first, and then the other. It lingered on your arms for just a second before you slid it off, placing it with one fell swoop in the back the dining chair. Red silk blouse with a small black bow at the neck, tight black pencil skirt. Sheer black tights, slim black heels. You sat down, slowly lifting your lashes to view your date.

Jeon Jungkook.

He stared at you; mouth slightly open.

“Something wrong?”

Jungkook looked down at his black t-shirt and black jeans. At least he was wearing a gray pinstriped statin dress shirt as a jacket. You appreciated the low neckline of the shirt.

“N-no,” he gulped, sitting down slowly. He almost missed the chair. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I just… I’ve never seen you wear something like that.”

You tilted her head. “You did ask me on a date.”

Jungkook’s ears flushed red. He placed his hands over them, trying to hide. He was in public, after all. It was a nice restaurant, in the more upscale part of town. People were dressed a lot less fancy than you were, but then again, that’s how you operated.

Plus, making Jungkook embarrassed was now one of your life goals.

You picked up the menu, crossing one of your legs over the other. The round table was small and your movement raised the end of the tablecloth, your heel gently scraping against Jungkook’s pant leg. He started, brown doe eyes shaking. You calmly opened the menu, retreating your foot as you did so. Jungkook scrambled with his, first holding it upside down, before righting it.

“Are you nervous?” you inquired casually.

“U-um…” Jungkook stuttered, gulping. “A little.”

“Did you put it on?” you asked, not looking up from the menu. It was American steakhouse cuisine, hotel-style. The pan-roasted salmon caught your eye.  

“… Y-yes.” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m s-sorry I had to ask how to put it on.”

You lifted your eyes from the text, looking straight into his brown orbs.

“Do not apologize. Asking questions is good. I was happy to answer you.”

You said it very seriously, no playfulness. He chewed on his lip and nodded tightly. Your gaze softened and you placed your menu down for a moment.

“Jungkook.” You spoke quietly, your hand covering his. “It’s me.” You smiled at him. You traced his knuckles, running your fingertips over them. “You can tell me anything, remember? Any question, any frustration, any thought you want to share with me, I will listen.”

His lips parted; eyes locked with yours. You withdrew your hand with a gentle smile. He lowered his head, swallowing thickly. You took that as your cue to look back at your menu.

“… Thank you.”

Your eyes floated back up as Jungkook held the menu over his face, not wanting to show you his tears. Or maybe not you specifically, but the people around you. You wanted to reach over and pat his head, but you let him discreetly wipe his eyes behind the menu before resurfacing, cheeks flushed. A lone, fallen tear clung to his sharp jaw. You reached forward delicately and flicked it away. He turned his head to look at you, eyes wide.

“My pretty boy.”

The mole under his lower lip quivered. He mouthed the words back to you – my? – and you smirked a little.

A waiter came and asked what you would like to drink. Jungkook ordered a red wine and you simply asked for water. He frowned at you, tilting his head.

“You can order something more. I’ll pay.”

You chuckled. “We’ll split it. Besides, I need a clear head.” You rested your elbow on the table and balanced your chin on the back of your hand, cocking a single eyebrow. “For you.”

You didn’t need to touch Jungkook’s pulse to know it skyrocketed.

“Aren’t you… going to turn it on?”

Your free hand slipped between the folds of your coat behind you. The small, sleek black remote was tucked in your inner pocket. You pulled it out, playing with it on your fingers. Jungkook’s eyes widened, watching your every move. You stopped, holding it between your index finger and middle finger. Eyes on Jungkook’s brown orbs, teasing smile on your lips. Then you lowered your hand under the table.

“What if I don’t turn it on at all?” you wondered out loud.

Jungkook squirmed in his seat. “N-noona…”

“Hmm?”

He pouted at you, putting on his best puppy eyes. “Don’t be mean.”

The waiter showed up again with your drinks. He asked you what you wanted to order, staring at your face for far too long. It was the kind of stare you knew, the fascination of your authoritative presence paired with your sharp winged eyeliner and stained red lips. That and your clearly professional style of dress. You were already in command mode from teasing Jungkook. One look at Jungkook’s stiffened stance and you knew it was bothering him. You spoke slowly and deliberately, forcing the waiter to hang on to your every word.

“Of course,” the waiter concluded, scribbling your order down. “And for you, sir?”

Jungkook’s jaw was so tense that he had to unhinge it for a second to respond. “Ah, the ribeye s-steak–”

You pressed a button under the table, expression unchanging.

Jungkook’s body immediately tensed up, eyes wildly flickering to you. You took a long, slow sip of your water, face blank.

“And how would you like it done?”

“Medium rare,” Jungkook gritted out, fingers holding the menu so tightly that they were turning white.

“Sides?” the waiter said pleasantly.

“Asparagus and roasted p-potatoes.” He kept staring at you, the panic evident in his eyes.

“An excellent choice. I’ll take your menus.”

Jungkook hesitated for just a second before handing it over, instantly clenching his hands into fists when the waiter turned his attention to you.

“I’ll put in the order right away.”

“Thank you,” you replied cheerfully.

He turned his back and Jungkook shut his eyes, sucking in a tight breath. You played with the remote under the table, not quite paying attention to him. You pressed another button and Jungkook gasped, hands spreading flat against the table.

“N-noona… it’s too g-good…”

You raised your eyebrows in mock surprise. “Ah, my hand must have slipped.” You flicked through the settings absentmindedly, Jungkook jerking slightly next to you. You got it back to the original setting, a steady, low vibration. “Sorry about that.”

Jungkook took one look at you and you didn’t even try to hide your slyness.

“I f-feel it everywhere,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“That’s what a cock and balls vibrator does, Jungkook,” you replied, each word turning Jungkook redder and redder.

“Don’t say that too loud,” he pleaded, eyes darting from side to side. The music and chatting were far too loud for anyone to hear your words. But that didn’t matter, because you could tell from Jungkook’s shallow pants and blown-out pupils that he was far too turned on by the idea to tell you to stop.

“Safe word?”

“Euphoria,” he said automatically, brown orbs back on you.

You turned off the vibrator. His hand shot out, grabbing yours under the table.

“N-no.” Jungkook’s breathing hitched. “You… don’t have to stop.” His fingers touched the remote’s buttons, running over them. He pulled his chair forward, pressing his hips into the seat. His eyes on yours, begging for more. You smiled sweetly and leaned over, lips on his ear. He stiffened, hand tightening around yours. You breathed hotly against his skin, hearing his soft gasp as you did so.

“Naughty boy,” you purred, running your tongue across his earlobe, lightly flicking his earrings. “Does it feel good knowing I control your pleasure? Does it feel good knowing you please noona?”

His fingertips dug into your skirt, the faintest whimper against your ear.

“Wanna please you so bad, noona.” Jungkook’s voice was nearly a desperate whine. “Don’t care who sees. I just want to be good for you.”

You placed a chaste kiss on his ear and retreated, pulling your hand out of his grasp. He slowly opened his eyes, his dark brown orbs smokey with lust. If you asked him to get on his knees right now, you were quite sure he would have done it.

“I’m going to wash my hands,” you announced, standing up.

Jungkook looked up at you, startled. “O-oh.” He sounded disappointed.

“You should too.”

He gazed at his hands with a confused expression before standing up.

“Okay.”

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Jungkook stood in front of the restaurant’s bathroom mirror, rolling up his sleeves. The pinstriped satin fabric was being stubborn and refusing to stay up, so he had to fold it all the way to his elbows in order to wash his hands. He turned on the water and looked himself over as he rubbed the soap over his knuckles. Jungkook thought he looked pretty good today, with a little bit of eyeshadow and curled eyelashes. He tried, at least.

But it really was nothing compared to how she looked.

He chewed on his lower lip, feeling his heartbeat accelerate as he thought of her clean eyeliner, her glowing skin, her pretty red-stained lips. The lip color matched her red top, a small detail that Jungkook appreciated. And she carried herself so well, head high, unafraid of the world.

He wanted to be like that, just like his noona.

“Nice tattoos, man.”

Jungkook jolted out of his thoughts. The man on his left was complimenting him. But before he could say anything at all, the vibrator on his crotch came to life. His eyes widened, trying to hide his surprise in the mirror. Oh god.

“O-oh!” He turned off the water with his wrist. What was she thinking? He was right next to someone! Literally less than a foot away from them! And there were other people in the bathroom too–

The vibrations increased a notch.

“Thanks.” Jungkook jerked slightly, heading for a stall immediately. The man blinked, confused as to why he would go right after washing his hands. But Jungkook couldn’t give less of a shit as he threw himself inside the stall, silently gasping as the setting changed again to a slow but rough vibration that radiated all the way up to his chest. He moaned under his breath, leaning against the door, thrusting his hips into the air. Fuck. It felt so good. Even knowing that other people were around him, only a thin wall away, made it feel even better.

Jungkook knew it was wrong, he knew it was bad, but it felt, so, so very good.

He had to touch. No one was looking, right? No one could see him, right? He looked around him even though the only things around was the beige walls of the stall and the toilet. He unbuttoned his jeans. It felt like he could hear it, but perhaps that was only because it was against his body. The setting changed again – to a faster, harder, triple beat – and Jungkook nearly collided with the wall beside him, legs shaking. Unrelenting, continuous pleasure rocketed through him. He mouthed her name into the air, eyes half-lidded and hazy. If only she could see him now. If only she was right there, watching him, eyes on him and only him, watching him suffer by her hand…

He nearly whimpered out loud at the thought.

He tried to pull the zipper down, but it must have hit the vibrator unexpectedly because he instantly heard a sharp whirring sound. Jungkook immediately zipped it back up, terrified. He pressed his ear against the door, trying to tell if anyone heard. It was hard to know. He could hear running water from the sinks. Hopefully that masked the noise.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Hastily, he tried to pull it out, nearly moaning as the action pressed the zipper down onto his crotch, amplifying the vibrations on his inner thighs. He looked at the screen, seeing the text notification.

Having fun?

It was not a mistake. She had turned it on deliberately.

He struggled to stay silent, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he typed a response.

Someone will know.

The three black dots flashed for only a moment.

Not if you’re quiet, pretty boy.

His cheeks burned hot. Oh, how he loved it when she called him pretty. He could almost hear her saying it too, in that seductive, dark tone of hers. It never sounded mean or malicious when she said it. She said it like it turned her on and that was all Jungkook wanted.

Let’s see if you can last one minute.

He furrowed his brows. It already felt like hours, but he had only been in the bathroom for a few minutes.

One minute of

Jungkook accidentally pressed send even though he wasn’t done with the message yet. He meant to type, “One minute of what?” but his hand slipped because, all of a sudden, the strongest vibrations he had ever felt in his entire life attacked his cock and balls, heavy, thudding, rough and so good. He shoved a knuckle in his mouth, biting down hard as it assaulted him, bolts of pleasure going up his thighs and ass, every nerve on fire. It took every fiber of his being to stay silent and not scream. His eyes rolled back his head and he felt pre-cum soaking into his underwear. Oh, shit, he was a fucking mess. He pressed his back fully against the stall wall, breathing hard around his knuckle as the back of his free hand, still holding his phone, pressed down on the vibrator, increasing the sensation across his thighs, spreading it to the deepest points of his body.

His entire crotch throbbed at the assault. He couldn’t take it off. He couldn’t stop it. He was helpless, trembling, barely able to stand, forced to feel the constant, almost overpowering, arousal until she decided it was time to stop, until she released him from her grasp.

And that was exactly what Jungkook wanted.

-

You sat at the table, your phone in your hands, a small smirk on your lips. Your eyes watched the seconds on your timer app tick down, down. Perhaps a minute was too long. Well, actually, you were simply impatient to see Jungkook again. It frustrated you that you couldn’t see his reaction, but you knew it would have a good result. Trust the process.

You put your phone down and pressed the off button. Then you calmly tucked the remote in your coat.

“Here you are, miss.”

The food arrived. You moved out of the way, letting the waiter put down the savory dishes. The waiter was trying to catch your eye. You tucked your tongue in your cheek and raised your eyebrows slightly. It was very likely that he wasn’t going to hit on you. It took someone real fucking brave to hit on you and this guy wasn’t it.

Real brave and on his knees, begging you with his arms tied behind his back.

“Thank you,” you said simply as Jungkook finally appeared. His dark, curled hair was around his eyes, slightly sticking to his forehead. He looked haggard, as if he had just run a mile. He glared at the waiter, but he was already leaving.

“I don’t like him.”

“He’s not going to do anything.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks. “How do you know?”

You picked up your knife. “He doesn’t have the balls to do anything.”

Your eyes locked with Jungkook’s. Dark brown pools of lust, shimmering with jealousy. Your lips upturned into a slow smile.

“How is noona’s little pet? Satisfied?”

Oh, he looked so delicious and innocent when his eyes went wide and his ears turned red like that.

-

“A-ah…”

“Shh…”

You wiped him down gently with a warm, damp cloth, kneeling in front of him. His black jeans and underwear were on the floor. They definitely needed to be washed. The vibrator was beside you, slick with pre-cum and sweat.

“I-I can do it, noona,” Jungkook whined, head tipping back. He was sitting on his bed, legs spread for you as you wiped him clean. His cock and balls were red and sensitive.

“Let noona take care of you,” you murmured. “Aftercare is important to me.”

Ah, his neck looked so delectable exposed like that. But, no, you had things to do You stood up, taking the vibrator with you. He was only in his black t-shirt, legs spread, eyes closed and head tilted back, resting on his elbows. Looking like a full twelve-course meal. You turned away from the sight, heading for the master bathroom. You turned the water on, cleaning the soft silicone with Jungkook’s gentle soap. You let it soak for a moment. Your black briefcase was open on the counter and you folded the microfiber towel you used, placing it in a plastic bag before sealing it.

You were always a stickler for details. Being prepared was always better than making do.

You lifted your head as you heard Jungkook approach the doorframe. He still hadn’t bothered to put pants on. This guy. It didn’t surprise you.

“Can I help?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head gently as you drained the water to double rinse the toy. “You should rest. You had a tiring dinner,” you added, a hint of teasing in your voice.

He pouted and came up to you anyway, watching you clean. “You’re so careful.”

You chuckled. “I like to keep clean, that’s all.”

You turned off the water and shook off the excess. You grabbed another spare microfiber towel from your briefcase, drying it off.

“You’re always prepared too.”

You shrugged. “When there’s an important task at hand, you bring your tools.”

You stopped moving. Your eyes lifted, looking straight into the mirror. Jungkook’s fingers were playing with the black bow of your blouse. He was so close to you that you could feel his heat, his breath on your hair.

“You always take such good care of me.”

He looked at you underneath his lashes. You knew what he was doing.

“There’s always a bitter to my sweet,” you replied, edge of warning to your tone.

He pulled gently at one end of the bow, teasing it apart.

“Even if you’re poisoned,” Jungkook whispered against your scalp, the sides of his lips curving upwards. “I’ll drink you anyway.”

You wrapped the vibrator in the towel, placing it on your briefcase. Your hand came up and you wrapped each finger slowly around his, stopping him as the bow fell into two black ribbons. You exhaled, long and deep, trying to calm your racing heart. Jungkook’s expression changed. He looked a little lost.

“Why don’t you want to show me your body?” he whispered, voice trembling.

You let out a small puff.

“Are you scared I won’t like it?” His brows furrowed with worry. “Because I will. You’re the prettiest woman in the whole world.”

You smiled into the mirror. “There are a lot of pretty women in this world.”

Jungkook shook his head furiously, his long hair flying everywhere. “No one like you.”

You chuckled. “You haven’t seen it.”

“I know already,” he insisted. He moved behind you, hands hovering over your figure. “I want these legs. These hips. This ass.” He bit his tongue; afraid he had gone too far. When you didn’t berate him, he continued. “This waist. This chest.” His tone changed, becoming tenderer, gentler. “I want these arms around me. These hands to hold me, to touch me.” His fingers brushed your cheek. “These eyes to watch me. These lips to say my name, to smile for me.” Jungkook let his fingers trail down. He placed his palm under your chin, making eye contact.

“Look how pretty you are.”

You smiled at your words repeated back to you. Your hesitation remained. Your chin brushed against his hand as you spoke.

“There are a lot of doms out there, Jungkook. Different ones, maybe better ones,” you said calmly. “I’m just the introduction. The one who opened the door.”

You didn’t want to get attached. You didn’t want to get your hopes up that someone was actually interested in you and not your ability to turn them into a crying, pleasure-filled mess. You had been in a lot of relationships. Long ones, short ones. Meaningful ones that taught you life lessons. But they all ended the same.

The you they wanted was the version they wanted to see. You couldn’t blame them. That’s how you presented yourself, after all. That’s the version they were given, not the insecure you, the unconfident you, the weak you. If only for a second you could control yourself and not start a relationship by straight up fucking them.

Ah, the foolish you.

“Noona.”

Jungkook leaned his chin against your shoulder, staring at you through the mirror. You slowly looked up at him, not realizing your eyes had drifted away.

“For you, I would do anything.” Jungkook didn’t look away from your moment of weakness. “I would bleed. I would sweat. I would cry. Anything. Not because you’re a dom.” Thump. How was it possible for someone to have such soft brown eyes? “You’re you. You’re the one I want to walk through the open door with. You’re the one I feel comfortable with. You’re the one who let me be who I am.”

You chuckled, lowering your head, but Jungkook lifted your chin back up, smiling at you.

“I’m really not that cool, Jungkook.”

He leaned his head against yours. “But you are. Look at these clothes.” His wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. “Look at that smile.” He nuzzled your hair, breathing in your scent. Your hands were braced on the counter and he placed one of his over yours, thumb caressing your fingers. “I don’t want to run from you. I don’t want to escape you. I want to be tied up by you. I want to serve your every whim.” He began to play with the black ribbons of your red blouse again, gasping into your hair. You let him. It was too late now.

“I want to be your pretty boy, noona.”

Fuck.

You sighed slightly in disbelief. What was this, the third time you were falling for him? You must be crazy, letting him drag you into his desires, giving him what he wanted every single time. What were you going to do, say no?

Fuck no, you weren’t.

You grabbed his hand once again, squeezing hard. Jungkook started, seeing your cold gaze in the bathroom mirror.

“Get on the bed. Naked.”

-

There were two things you always kept with you.

Your smartphone and a ball gag.

Why? Old habits die hard. Besides, a lot of people could use a damn ball gag and do you a favor by shutting the fuck up. You had zero tolerance for the intolerant and ignorant.

You placed it in Jungkook’s mouth, shushing him softly as he whimpered, doe eyes wide as you affixed it on, nice and tight. You were straddling his chest, still fully clothed, the black ribbons of your bow brushing against his tan, toned pecs.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred, placing a kiss on the gag. He mumbled your name, muffled by the rubber ball in his teeth. You lifted a hand to your ear playfully. “Ah, what’s that? You’ll keep your hands on the bed like an obedient boy and not touch me?” He was shaking his head but you ignored him, straightening. “That’s a good idea.”

He was attempting to pout around the gag and it was adorable.

“Now, now, if you listen well, noona will reward you.”

You scooted back a little, your pencil skirt riding up. His eyes went wide, seeing the garters holding your sheer thigh-highs up. Your hand slid down his chest, feather-light. He was non-verbally pleading for more but you retreated your hand, quirking an eyebrow. You lifted one of your legs and pressed your knee between his thighs, forcing them apart. His eyelids fluttered, a muffled moan as the silky pantyhose rubbed lightly against his cock and balls, already sensitive from the events prior.

“Look at me,” you commanded.

He did, clenching fistfuls of sheets, breathing hard. The inky black tattoos of his right arm were a stark contrast to the white sheets. His arms were flexed taut with anticipation. You played with the buttons of the red silk, slowly undoing them one by one, almost lazily. The smooth fabric slid off one shoulder, revealing one of the molded cups of your satin, longline bra with delicate black lace. You gently pushed off the second shoulder with two fingers, leaving it half-hanging on your arms, still tucked into your skirt.

Jungkook’s eyes were so big you were half-afraid they were going to fall out of his head.

You teased the ends out, tossing it aside. It slipped to the floor with a soft flump. You took the art of the striptease seriously. Thumb and index finger on the side zipper of your skirt, using the other hand to hold it taut so the zipper fell apart perfectly. It slid down your legs, landing onto Jungkook’s thighs. One leg out and then the other. You reached down and gently pulled it back with one hand. The stiff fabric fluttered across his semi-hard cock. He hissed, pressing his head against the pillows.

“Very good so far.”

His eyes lit up at the compliment. You slid off his body, and he lifted himself to his elbows, confused. You turned around, looking back at him with your peripheral vision. One handed, pinching the hooks of your bra. You heard him swallow loudly. You held the cups, letting the straps fall down your shoulders naturally. You hooked one finger on one of the straps, pulling your bra away from your body, dropping it onto the floor. Then you slipped your thumbs on each side of your panties, pushing down, down, not bending your legs, your ass in the air.

Jungkook’s moan was stifled by the ball gag.

You turned around slowly, one hand under your breasts, fingers curled and taut. You grazed your nails across your breasts, gasping softly as they scraped your hard nipples.

His cock was insanely hard, sticking straight up as his eyes roamed over your body.

“Go ahead,” you purred, standing at the end of his bed. “Touch yourself.”

Jungkook whimpered, his hands drifting up his thigh. You pressed your index finger against one of your nipples, pushing it in a slow circle. He groaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock, eyes glued to your breasts.

“Not what you wanted to hear, naughty boy?” He shook his head, whining as he slowly stroked himself, his other hand cupping his balls and rubbing them softly. They must still be sensitive and throbbing from the vibrator and he was heightening the dull ache by touching them more.

Fuck, he really was perfection.

You placed your hands under your breasts and kneaded them, your nipples bouncing in the air. You could tell he wanted to rip off his ball gag and beg for more. You watched him touch himself, curious about how he would feel inside you. It made you wet just thinking about it, your juices sliding down your thighs. Your fingers drifted down your stomach, smirking as Jungkook’s eyes followed them.

“You wanna be in here, handsome boy?” you breathed, tongue licking your teeth. You parted your legs lightly, spreading your pussy lips with two fingers. It made a wet, squishing noise as you forced it open.

You saw Jungkook grip his cock hard, stopping his own orgasm. His whole body shuddered, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His jaw was clenched tight, pupils dilated.

You removed your hands from your body. Walked around the bed, followed by Jungkook’s eyes. Stopping right next to him, you forcefully turned his head to face the other way, unfastening the ball gag. It fell from his mouth, bouncing on the bed. Your fingers danced across his neck, tracing his chiseled jaw. It was wet with saliva and you smeared it against his lips. He gasped and you slid two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue down.

You climbed onto the bed, condom in your free hand.

“Ready for your prize, pretty boy?”

Jungkook moaned, the sound vibrating though your hand.

“Y-yes, noona.”

You pulled your hand back, strings of saliva snapping against his lips. You pushed him back against the bed, his dark hair shading his eyes. You took a moment to tuck some behind one ear.

“So handsome.”

You unwrapped the condom and slid it onto his cock. The lubrication seemed to help him – he groaned, back arching, eyelashes fluttering. You positioned yourself above him.

“Jungkook.”

“H-huh?”

You smirked and sank down.

It hit him hard – the oversensitivity, the teasing, the edging he did himself – and he nearly screamed, your hot, wet vice wrapping around him, taking him in slowly. His neighbors were probably not pleased with this, but you didn’t care. He tried to grab your hips but you slapped his hands away, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down next to his head.

“N-noona, ahh–”

You shoved the rest of him inside you forcefully, clenching your jaw as he entered you. Oh, fuck, he felt so good, so hard, filling you just how you liked. Your name tumbled out of his lips, but you gave him no time, already snapping your hips into his, grinding into him, squeezing him. He groaned, unable to fight you as you rode him roughly, the loud, wet slaps of your bodies filling up his bedroom.

“It’s too g-good,” he whined, his hot breath against your lips. “P-please, noona, I-I can’t last…”

“Are you saying you’re going to cum before me?” you growled, your grip on his wrists tightening.

“I-I’m trying not to,” he begged. “Your pussy is t-too good…”

“You want to be used by me, right?” you panted, fucking him harder, hissing as he hit you in your favorite spot. “You want me to use your cock to make myself cum, to be my own personal fucktoy?”

Jungkook slammed his head into the pillows, turning to bite a chunk of his pillow to scream into. You pressed him into the bed, gripping his wrists firmly, nails digging into him. He swelled inside you, throbbing hard, pressing against your walls. His veins were straining against his tan skin, jaw clenched tight. He looked so helpless even though you knew he wasn’t. He let himself give in to you, but that wasn’t enough. You wanted him to lose his mind. You wanted to ruin him. You wanted him so bad and so much that you couldn’t hold back anymore, the familiar tension inside you pulled so taut that even you couldn’t control it.

“Jungkook, cum with me now.”

You slammed your hips down and gasped, moaning his name as you came, pleasure ricocheting throughout your nerves, your pussy throbbing and clenching as liquid spilled between his thighs, drenching them. Oh, fuck. His cock jerked inside you, hard, and he wailed your name into his pillow. You could feel his orgasm fill the condom, the head twitching against your walls, your body shivering at the sensation.

You let his hands go, falling to your elbows. Your forehead leaned against his as you reached down gingerly to hold the condom down as you slowly, slowly removed yourself from his softening cock.  You were a bit worried you had gone too far, but one look at Jungkook told you otherwise. He knew his safe word. He smirked at you, playfully kissing your lips.

“You’re crazy,” you muttered, falling against the bed. His head popped up and he kissed you again.

“So… am I your personal fucktoy now?”

You shut one eye and placed an arm over your forehead. His dark bangs shaded his eyes, making them sparkle with mischief.

“Is that what you want, pretty boy?”

He nodded eagerly, his hair flapping around. You closed both eyes and chuckled.

“Remember you sealed your own fate, Jeon Jungkook.”

-

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