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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years ago

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School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

#hwajin na #smut

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soggy-platee · 3 years ago

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What Do We Do Now?- Chp. 4

Rating: M

Pairing: Din x Fem!Reader

Summary: Din learns more about you.

Note: All chapters are on ao3, just posting here if anyone likes it on Tumblr better! Ao3 here.

You had learned several things since taking off. Mainly, that the child was incredibly interested in you.

From the moment the Mandalorian, Mando, as you heard Peli call him, had brought him aboard, he had been desperately trying to get to you.

Still magnetized to the side of the ship, you had managed to slide your cuffs down far enough so you could sit on the floor, not comfortably, you noted, but still able to. The child had managed to squirm his way over to you for the second time in the several hours you had been flying, pulling on your pant leg in a desperate bid for attention. You offered him a small smile, hoping to convey that your hands were tied. Literally. He babbled at you and you feigned interest, quizzically tilting your head and nodding as he vocalized. He squealed in delight at your actions, which alerted his less adorable, just as mysterious father to his location.

A loud thud sounded as the Mandalorian dismounted the ladder from the cockpit, head jerking toward the location of the child at your feet. He huffed loudly and stalked over to you, reaching down and picking up the child with a carefulness that almost made you think he had a soul under all that metal. Almost.

He was still bringing you to your death, no matter how attractive he was or how cute his kid could be.

You had been trying to rectify your situation in your head as you flew. Maybe that old bastard wouldn’t kill you. Maybe he had gotten his wife back and he just wanted to... punish you? You stopped yourself from hoping for that outcome, both because you knew deep down it was impossible, and because you hoped that your efforts to free that woman were not in vain.

You hadn’t seen her since you parted ways a few klicks from the mansion, you had simply wished her luck. She wouldn’t have been any safer with you.

Clearly.

Mando was turning around to leave you alone in the hull once again when you dared to ask him,

“W-What planet are you taking me to?”

No response, he just kept moving back toward the ladder.

“H-Hey!”, you said louder, “Where are you taking me?”

He stopped then, and faced you, the child still held in one arm.

“Nevarro”

Nevarro?

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

Why the hell would he be on Nevarro?

“The man that placed my bounty, he’s there?”

No response again, he had reached the ladder now.

“Wait!” you yelled, a little too forcefully while tugging on your bindings to get his attention. You immediately regretted your tone when he turned quickly back toward you and glowered. Well, you figured he must have been under the helmet.

“I can still put you in carbonite, no more questions.”

It was the most words he had strung together since his initial threat in the cantina. You went quiet.

He climbed the ladder and you were once again alone in the hull of the ship. The time to yourself allowed you to realize just how tired you were. Your very bones ached with exhaustion. You hadn’t slept since you had initially fled from your flat the day before. That had been over a day ago, and the near-constant panic had not helped with your tiredness. You leaned your head back against the cool metal of the ship’s interior, your eyes slipping closed. You were worried. You were scared. But your current exhaustion overrode these feelings and you feel into a fitful sleep.

…

In your dreams, you felt the Mandalorian. His iron grip on your arm, pushing you further and further toward the freezer, nothing but inky blackness beyond the metal frame. You tried to plead, to fight. You screamed, you cried, you begged. The interior of the ship melted away and was replaced by the dull walls of your childhood home. No. Your blood ran cold. You looked down at the hand holding your arm. There was no glove. No beskar. Just rough and bloody knuckles. You wrenched yourself around to look into the face of the person holding you. Into eyes that looked too much like yours-

You awoke to your head crashing violently into the wall behind you. Lights danced behind your eyes on impact, and before you had time to process your dream or the pain now blossoming at the base of your skull, the entire ship flipped. The cuffs held tight, so your shoulders were left to take the brunt of your shifting body. You screamed in pain as you felt one of them for sure pop out of place as your entire weight was held with them. Your ass was slammed back into the ground as the ship righted itself, your right shoulder still burning with pain. You heard the sound of guns firing, and were jolted once more when one bolt impacted the ship. The lightning flickered, and then the hull was plunged into darkness.

Several sounds from above reminded you of the Mandalorian’s presence. A gruff curse, an opening hatch, and the sounds of Mando descending the ladder distracted you from the pulsing pain in your arm. You looked blindly out at the pitch blackness, head darting to follow the heavy footsteps that filled the hull. From what you could gather, he was nearly directly across for you. You heard a panel open, a grunt as sparks flittered from some wires, and suddenly the lights returned. You winced against the harsh light as your vision focused on the armored form in front of you. He turned to you now, closing the hatch and tucking the wires back inside.

You were panting, with both the stress of being flipped and the pain in your shoulder nearly overwhelming you. He noticed. He walked over to you and stood above you, studying you silently.

“What?” you gritted out.

“Are you hurt?”, he asked after a beat.

You were annoyed. Who is this bounty hunter to kidnap you, threaten your life, and then ask if you were hurt?

Of course you were.

Your anger boiled over, “Why would you care?” you spat.

He simply continued to look down at you.

You held out for several seconds, before sighing and saying, “My shoulder, I think it’s dislocated”.

He crouched then, helmet almost level with your face. He tilted his head and inspected your shoulder. He must have agreed, as he reached one hand behind your back to grip your cuffs. He used his other hand to grip the front of your tunic tightly.

“Don’t try anything”

Did he think you were that stupid?

He released the cuffs and your arms groaned in protest as your moved your hands to rest in your lap. He reached forward and gently grabbed your right shoulder. You hissed in pain at the contact but he didn’t stop his probing, moving his gloved fingers along the joint.

“It is.”

Yeah, I know, you thought. But you stayed silent, looking into his visor. You felt heat rise to your face as his gaze held yours with his body so close.

“I’m going to set it, get ready”

You nodded slightly, and as you readied yourself to draw in a breath, he snapped the joint back into place.

The lack of warning made you scream, a short sound that echoed through the hull but did not seem to affect Mando in the slightest.

After your ragged breathing had evened out, he removed his hands from your shoulder and stood up, glancing around the ship. You wanted to ask what happened, who had been shooting at you, but your nerves made the words catch in your throat.

He made his way back to the cockpit, and after a moment, you felt the ship begin to descend. You were nowhere close to Nevarro, so the ship must need repairing. You felt both a sense of relief and dread at this development. On one hand, it gave you more time to think of a plan. You still needed to get yourself out of this mess.

On the other hand, it left you more time at the mercy of his overbearing, terrifying presence.

You craned your neck in an attempt to look out the small porthole. You managed to get a glimpse of the planet, covered almost entirely in snow and ice. Great, this is what you get for complaining so much about the heat of Tatooine.

As the ship continued its descent, you wondered about how this was going to work, exactly. The damage you figured must be pretty extensive, so what would become of you as it was repaired? What would he do with the child? You glanced across to the carbon freezer. You realized that it was the simplest solution for the hunter and shuttered.

He had relented before, he had to do it again, right? You figured there was no way that old man cared if you were alive or dead, however.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold”

He really might just kill you this time.

Your shoulder still throbbed dully as you heard Mando descend from the cockpit once more. He had his back to you, but you assumed he held the child in his free arm. He moved over to a hatch on the far side of the ship and pressed a button on his right vambrace to reveal a…cubby?

His bed, you realized.

He deposited the child in a small hammock hanging inside.

Okay, that was cute.

You saw his large eyes meet with the Mandalorian’s helmet before the hatch snapped shut with him inside. He turned to face you. It was only now that you realized that he had never put the cuffs back on.

Maker, I’m an idiot, you thought. You missed your chance! You had this entire time to… to…

Escape?

What the hell were you going to even do?

You were trapped on a junker you had no idea how to operate with a living weapon and a green bean. Escape wasn't really an option you could entertain.

He was standing in front of you now, a slightly defensive stance with a hand hovering over his blaster as he looked at your cuffless hands. You paused and realized what he wanted. You held your hands out limply, grunting against the pain in your shoulder.

“Can you at least cuff me in front? I think I’ll pass out if you try to touch my arm right now."

He moved his hands from his blaster to the cuffs deftly and slapped them on your wrists and pushed them toward the wall, once again trapping you.

You wondered why you had given up so easily.

He stood again and said one word before striding to the mouth of the ship, opening the bay doors,

“Stay.”

You were really getting tired of him saying that to you.

As he was walking down the ramp, you suddenly realized,

“What about the kid? You’re just gonna leave him shut up in there?”

No response. Big surprise.

You rolled your eyes at the back of his head as the bay doors closed and you were trapped in silence once again.

...

You fall in and out of consciousness to the sound of work on the outside of the ship. In your moments of waking, you feel hunger gnaw at you. You think back to the last time you ate, the night before you had originally run from the Mandalorian. You wonder if he’ll feed you, or deliver you as skin and bones to his client.

You are shaken from your thoughts when you hear cooing from the sleeping hatch. You had almost forgotten about the child.

Some dad he is, you thought, leaving a baby all alone in a ship with a criminal.

Well, criminal in the least dangerous sense of the word.

It had to have been at least half a day since the hunter had left you two alone on the ship, no wonder he was getting fussy. You wished you could do something about it.

Mostly, you wished you could get out of the cuffs. They were really killing your wrists, as you had them on for Maker knows how long now.

The cooing got louder, escalating into what you could almost call crying. Small hiccupped breaths followed by loud wines emanated through the ship. You had never been the maternal type (now that you think of it, you don’t even think you’ve ever held a baby), but his cries were tugging on your heartstrings.

Suddenly, the cries stopped, followed by an eerie silence, before the hatch came open. The child, still in his hammock, squealed happily when his eyes found you.

You smiled back at him, confused.

How did he do that?

You peered inside the cubby, trying to see if there were buttons within his reach that you couldn’t see. Before you could do so, the child half climbing/half falling out of his hammock caught your attention. He made his way down to the cot, and then down to the floor with what, you had to admit, were some impressive climbing skills for such a little body.

He practically tripped over his own little feet in his attempt to get to you as fast as possible. You couldn’t help but grin widely, wondering how this little ball of joy ended up with such a joyless father.

He reached your legs, you were currently sitting cross-legged on the ground which he interpreted as an invitation to crawl into your lap. You attempted to use your elbows, pulled across your front due to your cuffs held tight to the wall, to pat the little one on the head. It hadn’t worked as well as you had hoped, but he seemed delighted, reaching up and pulling them down in order to climb closer to your face. He scrambled up your arms, grabbing too tight on your still burning shoulder. You gasped in pain. He stopped then, removing his little hand from your arm, he looked up at you with big, wide eyes.

You smiled back to him, “It’s okay little one, it’s not your fault”, hoping to convey that you weren’t mad.

He still stared silently back at you.

“It just hurts a little, that’s all. Your dad isn’t the best piolet, is he?”

You wondered if he had any idea what you were saying.

Slowly, he returned his attention to your hurt shoulder. He moved his hand toward it and you were about to object before he touched it ever so gently, laying his three fingers at the base of the joint.

You stopped, confused for a moment before a warmth suddenly ran through your arm. You gasped and almost pulled away before you felt the dull ache leave your shoulder like flowing water. You relaxed into the touch, eyes slipping closed, allowing the last of the discomfort to slip away.

Before you had time to react, the little one fell backward, eyes closed, from his place perched on your elbows to your crossed knees below.

Your brief panic was quelled by his eyes blinking back open, staring up at you with a soft coo.

You looked down at the child in your lap with eyes wide.

What?

No, really, What?!

You experimentally rolled your shoulder, feeling absolutely no pain. In fact, it felt better than you could ever remember it feeling.

Maybe you were imagining things. It was impossible, right? Right? There was no wa-

The next thing you knew, the hull was open and the Mandalorian was standing there, blaster pointed directly at you. You looked back at him dumbfounded. What had you done? You raised your hands in the cuffs as a sign of peace, still confused about his sudden threat.

Once your mind caught up, you looked into your lap. Um, hello?

His son was in the lap of the person who was currently his prisoner for crime, you know, a criminal!?

You immediately began speaking frantically,

“N-No, it’s not what it looks like! He just… I didn’t hurt-, I wouldn’t-“

He stalked over to you and grabbed the child quickly, blaster level with your brow now.

“Explain.”

This guy is really a fan of single-word orders.

You stumble over your words,

“He-He was crying. In the hatch. And then he stopped, I don’t know how…he got out and came over to me. He was just having f-fun, then he saw I was hurt and he…with his hand…”

You trailed off and lowered your head, unable to explain what had happened in words.

“He healed you?”

Your eyes jerked to his visor.

He knew?

Was this something that was common in the galaxy? And this was just the biggest oversight of your entire existence?

No. No way.

“…Yes? I think so. My shoulder... it doesn’t hurt anymore, at all.”

He just huffed and walked away, holstering his blaster and reaching his other hand up to check up on the child, tilting his little chin up to his.

Um, no. He didn’t just get to not explain that.

“How can he do that? What is that? Wh-what is he?”

“He’s a child”

No shit.

You were about to speak again, demanding he answer your questions when he beat you to it.

“It’s just something he does, it won’t affect you any further.”

Okay, he somehow managed to answer none of your actual questions. You sat and watched as he deposited the kid back in the hammock. He turned back to you.

“Were going to be here overnight, get some sleep.”

You looked at him, wondering how the hell he just brushed over that whole event so quickly. He turned his back, preparing to crawl into the hatch with the child, you realized.

“Wait!”

Silence, then “What?”

“I-uh”

“Spit it out.”

“I-uh…need to use the fresher”

Silence. A sigh.

Then he was walking over to you, demagnetizing your cuffs and hauling you to your feet. He stopped you at the door of the small fresher, pushing you toward the opening slightly. You turned to look up into his visor.

Maker, had he always a head taller than you?

“Can you take the cuffs off?”

“Your hands are in front”

It was worth a shot. You walked into the fresher and he slid the door closed behind you.

Though you really did have to relieve yourself, you also wanted to look at yourself in the mirror. Call it a strange curiosity, but you wanted to see what you looked like after the insanity of the last two days. Your eyes had deeper circles than you had ever seen. Your hair was still tucked tightly into your long braid but pieces had fallen out to frame your face. Oh, you were also covered in dirt from head to toe. Your little fence scuffle with Mando had left you dirty, and you clearly had no time to clean up. You hadn’t noticed, but your tunic had also ripped at the sleeve, revealing a little bit of skin. The thin pale line of a scar shone through the torn material. You shivered. The last person you needed to think about right now was him. Hey, things could be worse. You could be given over to him. If he was still alive. The idea of him dead warmed you a little, at least. You finished up in the fresher and desperately tried to wipe some of the dirt off yourself before you heard a heavy fist on the door.

Yeah, Yeah.

You pushed open the door the best you could with your cuffed hands and stepped out.

He looked you up and down. What? You thought irritably. His gaze lingered on your shoulder, at least that's where you thought he was looking. Seconds ticked by and you grew more confused. Then, he started moving you again.

Instead of leading you back to the wall, however, he led you to the right, beyond his sleeping quarters to a larger hatch. You looked up at him, a question on your lips when he opened the hatch and ushered you inside. It was a small storage room with a single mat on the floor, crates surrounding the area. You turned back to him, tilting your head in confusion.

“The door locks from the outside, don’t try anything.”

The door shut behind you, plunging you into near-total darkness. Wasn’t he just about to let you sleep on the cold floor of the ship with your hands still cuffed to the wall?

Why did he change his mind?

#the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x you #mando x reader

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honnybunnie · 4 years ago

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Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

There were only 2 reasons you decided to work the party. Diavolo offered to pay for your service, and second once you saw Barbatos display your outfit it became motivation. Lucifer along with Diavolo was the talk of these parties. Even with all seven brothers you weren’t even able to attend a party with a date, so it didn’t hurt to work at a party.

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

You Stood there welcoming the guests with a bow. The guests smitten by the attire that draped your body. A white laced choker with a red bow, White corset in addition to a red blazer with stilted tails in the back, tight high waist black pants with a damark pattern. The last detail was the red peacock feathers embellished with black and gold eyes. Diavolo acknowledged that even his wait staff needed to be well suited for every occasion. You were at the command of every guest, still not having a sight of Lucifer. There was a slight touch felt on the lower back. Reacting with a full body turn, you didn’t see anyone. Sighing at the action, you resumed your duty of collecting empty champagne glasses, and handing out horderves. Barbatos sent you on a run to the kitchen to get more champagne.

Pouring the champagne into empty glasses, you jolted at the sudden touch that was felt on your lower back. Swinging a hand to hit who the culprit, only to have it caught spinning you around to face them. Lucifer with a smirk pulled you closer by the lower back. “I apologize was this not what you wanted?,” he mumbled adjusting his lips to your ear, “Didn’t you wear this outfit to finally receive my attention. Don’t think I haven’t notice how great you look dressed as my animal, and in my color no less.”

Mammon:

You had told Diavolo about the hotels with gambling as a main attraction. Though gambling was illegal in devildom, he decided to make it into a little charity. As soon as Mammon had gotten wind of it and he needed his lady luck to attend with him. “Mc, as ya first demon, ya should know that you will be attending the gambling charity with me,” he demanded with a slight smirk, “Make sure to wear something that a lucky Lady would wear.” The night of the event you were running late, because Asmodeus kept making adjustments to your look. He said its no good looking like a cheap whore for an extravagant event.

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Emerging into the event hall multiple eyes turned to glance at your appearance, You wore a ruffled black shirt, tucked into a yellow skirt with a slit on each side of the skirt, topped with gold chandeliers earrings, and a crow pendant necklace. which Asmodeus claimed were both charmed to bring good luck. One demon already approaching them, “why Hello, you must be the hum-,” he was stopped by a knock to the teeth. “Hey they’re spoken for, don’t pursue just any human,” he growled, “this is my lucky charm.”

Walking away with arm around your shoulder, “gold really suits you,” he cooed. The night was mainly you plastered onto his lap, and when you weren’t directing touching him coincidentally he’d lose.

Leviathan:

Diavolo wanted to hold an event to help gather the otaku’s of devildom, and so he planned to host a cosplay cafe in a month, at rad. All the server’s were going to wear different outfits, and Barbatos had jolted down the measurements for the cosplay outfits that the seamstress to sew. Barbotos stated that the seamstress was going to make the outfits and design them. You were excited to see what the outfit was going be designed and sewed for you.

You were excited to tell Levi about the event, but he was always busy in the room, and when he left it was always to run to the craft store. He was definitely working on a big project. The day of the event Levi knocked on your door with a bag stretched out into your face. “th-this will look g-great on you,” he stuttered, “see you at the c-cosplay c-cafe.” Was he the one that made the cosplay, shrugging you stormed to rad.

As the cosplay Cafe was about to begin. You gazed at the cosplay in the mirror. Just wow. White collared purple tank top romper, a black tie, black bunny ears and tail. The top part of the romper was very revealing. Ready to work you picked up a plate and placed some starting treats.

You skimmed the cafe, hoping to find the purple haired otaku. Once in sight you rushed over with a skip. "Welcome back master, I hope these treats will find you well," you voiced. "M-mc!?!?! Huh.. h-huh," Levi panicking concealing his red tinted face with his arm, "t-thank YOU FOR THE TREATS... You LOOK GOOD IN THE OUTFIT I MADE." Your hunch earlier was right, you smiled and bowed, "thank you master, I hope you and I can put it to good use again." "Y-yes we will," he muttered.

Satan:

They caught your attention at Cat Cafe. Diavolo wanted you and Satan to be at the event as helpers, because he was horrified at the thought of some of the demons would eat the cats. You both were instructed to wear a something formal with some cat ears that they will provide. Hearing this you constructed a outfit in your mind.

At the Cat Cafe you presented your self, in a green button shirt, black sailor high waist shorts, cat apron, and green cat ears to match. Satan was stealing glances at you often, and you wanted to confront him about him. “MC... you should wear those ears more often,” he whispered into your ear. He patted your butt, “Maybe next week to the library. lets make it a date while we are at it.”

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

You knew that when ever their was a Diavolo hosted party at the fall, Asmo was always tailing someone to make them his that evening. You wanted to be the next pray, you observed his motions, and types he would pick up at every party whenever both of you attended. He prayed on the ones that covered up more. I guess he was the type to reveal what was kept to the imagination. He also really love people who showed some shoulder showing.

Arriving at the fall, with a long sleeve pink knitted shirt with the shoulders, burgundy leather pants, some caramel high knee boots, and a black scorpion brooch located on the heart. He was already prowling around, but when you swiftly swung the doors opened and strolled in, his eyes locked onto your hips. they swayed side to side, the confidence that build with ever stride.

He approached you. “Mc, what a breathtaking look,” he purred “who exactly are you trying to impress, so I can destroy them. You grin, “well then your gonna have to destroy you self,” replying calmly to his comment. Smitten by the comment he cupped your check, “Oh Mc, this color really bring out the color in your shoulders.”

Beelzebub:

You were to attend as a maid to Diavolo's tea and treat tasting party, he would compensate you for your time. Honestly all you cared about was being able to dress as a maid to impress the cute Gluttony demon. Barbatos prepared a puffy orange maid dress, that have a black leather apron, and gloves for the party. When the party was on its way, you were to offer tea to anyone who requested.

You weren't surprised to oversee the ginger take in every treat in sight. Of course wasn't there for the tea, so you walked passed him to pour some tea for someone who was asking. He must have not noticed you, continuing the duties tasked to you. There were already 2 times that Barbatos had to restock the food that Beelzebub had already consumed. Pouting that not once did he ask for tea. This time Barbatos wanted you to replenish the food that was to be laid out in front of him.

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

A sleepover party was enough to make this cowboy excited. You could see it in his texts. Lately Belphie’s been urging you for more naps, although he thought that maybe you slept too little to begin with. He was always upset your sleep schedules clashed. If he was tired you’d be wide awake, and vise versa.

He knew that when ever Diavolo organized an event, You would always make time for it, sleepy or not. The best part was that pajama’s were a must, and you needed to make the final tug on the reel. Your attire was a satin cow patterned printed shirt, and satin navy blue shorts. though the type of fabric wasn’t as breathable, and was too nice for a sleepover. The night was spent wide awake lounging around on the bean bag chair. Closing your eyes, enjoying the rain and thunder sound a sudden weight sinked onto your lap. Glancing at a groggy Belphie, “you look adorable, so Im going to sleep here with you,” he demanded “maybe if you were my sweater you’d look cuter.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me Asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luci #obey me mammoney #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey head cannons

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fallinglntokillugon · 5 years ago

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Rainy Wait Reward

[AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22375756]

A Sweet KilluGon One-shot by Falling lnto Pieces

Synopsis: On a rainy afternoon, Killua waits for Gon at the shoe lockers. When Gon finally shows up, what does Killua want? Part of my Japanese Schooldays AU!

Characters: Killua and Gon

Pairing: KilluaXGon, KilluGon

Genre/Mood: Boys’ love, Rainy Day, Junior High School, Japanese Schooldays AU, Fluffy

Rating: G+

So, I tried writing the next chapter for Erotic Exotic Pet, got three pages in, and had to scrap it. I tried again and got to the same exact road block, causing me to scrap it again. Today after school, I decided to write something small. I think it’s quite cute, and I can post the whole thing here on Tumblr because it’s safe~ Please leave comments and likes if you enjoy the Japanese Schooldays AU! (*Translation Notes at the end*)

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“Killua, what are you still doing here?” Gon asked as he turned the corner to find his best friend leaning against the second-year shoe lockers.

“I could ask you the same thing,” the white-haired boy responded, slipping his smartphone into the pocket of his pants before straightening up. He rolled his shoulders, which were stiff after such a long wait. Killua pointed past the entryway and out the doors. “It’s raining today.”

“It is,” Gon confirmed the obvious, leaning down to take off his indoor shoes. He opened his locker and tossed his boots out onto the tiles.

“So I was hoping you’d be around to share your umbrella with me. Didn’t know it would be two hours after school ended though…”

“Did you forget yours?”

“What do you think, Baka?”

“I’m thinking you did,” Gon gave a small giggle, sitting on the wooden slats to pull his boots over the bottom of his pants to protect them from the rain. He watched his best friend hop over to where the Class 2-A lockers were, retrieving his sneakers.

“Oi, praise me.”

“Huh? Why should I do that?” the black-haired boy asked in a confused tone as he stood up and slung his book bag over his shoulder.

“I didn’t try using any of those over there,” Killua said, gesturing to where the umbrella stands were located at the end of each locker row. Even though almost all the students had gone home, there were quite a few umbrellas in each of the three stands. Sometimes people brought one on a rainy morning and stranded it there when the weather turned sunny in the afternoon. Most were the clear white ones bought at the convenience store a few blocks from the school, so no one could tell them apart at the end of the day. Those tended to be left behind just in case someone could figure out which one was specifically theirs and wanted it.*

Of course there were many students, mainly male, that would snatch and use umbrellas at random on rainy afternoons if they forgot their own. Some boys would even brag about never needing to buy one, since extras could always be found in the umbrella stands. But, that meant a girl or two were stuck fruitlessly searching for their missing umbrellas. Killua used to be one of those types of guys, as well as a flirt who would charm his fangirls into letting him borrow their umbrellas and run off with it. When he’d transferred to this school, he’d been chided for doing such things.

Gon, the main one to chew him out on the subject, smiled widely at his best friend. He gave a nod of approval and a thumbs up. “Good job for not stealing, Killua.”

“And I want a reward too.”

“You said you just wanted praise,” Gon puffed up his cheeks. His best friend could be so pushy for attention sometimes. He walked down the row to grab the green frog umbrella Grandma Abe had given him for his birthday two years prior. It was big and sturdy, with good grips on the handle. He took it out of the holder and unbuttoned the button. Before he could give it a shake, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders from behind.

“C'mon, give me something for having waited for you. Two hours, Gon. It was so humiliating to stand next to your locker like an idiot for that long,” Killua complained. Blowing a puff of warm air at one of Gon’s ears, he grinned like a cat when he noticed the tip turn pink.

“I-I didn’t ask you to stay here and wait for me,” came a cute stutter as Gon furrowed his brows in embarrassment, “You… you didn’t even tell me during lunch that you didn’t have an umbrella, even though it was raining then.”

“I didn’t notice. Why would I look outside when I can watch you eat?”

“Because then I could have told you that I had a saitest* for math after school!” Of course, that was only one hour long. Gon had run into their science teacher after that, helping the man prep the items needed for tomorrow’s lab. Since there were five classes, it took them awhile to get everything in order. The black-haired boy suddenly felt a set of teeth nibble his ear. He let out a squeak of surprise.

“If you won’t give me anything, should I just take whatever I want?” Killua murmured, his grabby fingers creeping down the smaller boy’s uniform.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Gon cried out, shaking out of the loosened grasp. He spun around, brandishing the umbrella like it was a blade. His visage was bright red, showing he wasn’t angry, just trying to protect himself. “I’ll give you a reward or whatever, okay? Don’t just touch me in weird places when we’re at school.”

“You don’t call them ‘weird places’ when we’re in private,” the Zoldyck teased, pressing his finger against the metal tip of the umbrella, flicking it aside, “even at school.”

“Well, then think about the security cameras!” Gon swung his childish weapon upwards, pointing towards the corners of the entry area. Indeed, there were three small black boxes that sent real-time footage to the Staff Room.

“That’s never stopped you before,” the white-haired boy answered calmly, slipping his backpack on before resting his hands behind his head, “and anyway, it’s not like they check them every moment.” To Killua’s surprise, his partner’s face became even more red and a bit of steam exited his ears. Such a flustered overload was absolutely precious, though he had no clue why that comment caused it.

“G-geez, Killua. I’m not… that much… of a pervert.”

“Pfft, you’re too honest for your own good.”

“Shut up. There’s nothing wrong with l-liking to feel good, right? You’re the one who always says that.”

“And I never thought you’d try to use it to justify how naughty you’ve become,” Killua chuckled, a seductive sparkle in his blue eyes. He gazed behind him at the cameras, flipped one off, and then started walking towards the school entrance. “Well, we should get going. It’s twenty minutes to your house, but I have to stop by a conbini* to buy some stuff Gotoh says we’re out of.”

“Don’t you want your reward or something?” Gon asked, following after the other boy.

“I was just kidding. You didn’t seem like you really wanted to give me anything anyway,” Killua replied with a shrug. He stopped at the double doors, turning back when he heard the umbrella pop open. “Hey, wait until we’re outside before you- mmf!” Under the cover of the frog umbrella, the younger boy’s words were cut off by a pair of soft lips upon his. He definitely had not expected, especially after that outburst, for the smaller boy to initiate such a sweet kiss. Then, Killua felt a tongue slide across his teeth. Truly surprised, he grabbed Gon by the shoulders and pushed him back. Body rigid and face blushing, he looked down to see his spiky-haired beloved try to hide a cheeky grin of victory.

“Sorry for making you wait so long,” Gon hummed, trying not to giggle as he bounced past his stunned partner and out of the building. Positioning the umbrella properly above his head, he spun around and held out an inviting hand, his chocolate brown eyes filled with affection. “Let’s go, Killua!"

(*Translation Notes*)

*In Japan, these plastic white umbrellas are everywhere. Some people put colorful paper tape on the handle to mark it as theirs, but for the most part, they all mix together and no one knows whose is whose. On top of that, Japanese honesty can keep some people from just grabbing one at random, which might end up causing problems for other people. On the other hand, at some places, there can be an unspoken system of "borrowing umbrellas" in which, as long as you return it the next day, rain or shine, you can take someone else's... and cause a chain of mutual stealing.

*Saitest = Retest, Make-up Test. In Japan, a saitest is usually after school. Since students have club activities, it shows them that they should do better in class so they don't have to miss the thing they care about. In this AU though, Killua is on the student council as a class rep and Gon is in the going home club.

*Conbini = A convenience store. Choosing from 7-Eleven, Family Mart, or Lawson, Killua probably likes Lawson while Gon likes 7-Eleven. The one near their school is probably a Family Mart.

#fanfiction #fanfic #killugon #killua x gon #killua zoldyck #killua #gon freecss #gon #hunter x hunter #hxh #japanese schooldays au #ao3 link #Killua is in Class 2-A and Gon is in Class 2-E.

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btssmutsobscenity · 6 years ago

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Kim Taehyung was your typical bad boy. He doesn't do his work like he's supposed to, he talks back to teachers, he bullies students for the way they look, talk and how they dress and he never follows the school's dress code.

Girls are always swooning head over heels for him because he's very handsome and not only that, he's filthy rich because of his father, who is the senior executive of the Kim foundation, one of the biggest companies in Seoul.

Taehyung gets what he wants, whenever he wants because he thinks he's more important than everybody else. He's self-centered, rude and stuck up. He doesn't care about what anybody says because he does what he wants when he wants. Because that's just how Taehyung rules.

Taehyung wakes up from the delicacy of his maid's voice, telling him that it was time to get up and get ready for school before he's late. He groans, but nonetheless he gets out off his bed and trails his heavy feet to the bathroom.

He sees that his bath was already set and prepared just like he likes it. He removes his clothing and steps into the bath, washing every part of his body with his favorite citrus body wash.

Afterwards, he brushes his teeth and puts on his same clothes he always wear every single day. His leather jacket, black distressed jeans, a white t-shirt and combat boots. He grabs his empty backpack and walks down the stairs, into the kitchen where his breakfast was being prepared by his maids.

Taehyung has several maids that he adores because they're always doing exactly what he asked them to do.

Taehyung sits at the table and eats his breakfast accordingly before giving his dish to the maid and walking out the front door to his sleek black BMW.

With the click of a button, the BMW's engine starts up and Taehyung gets into the driver's seat, backing out the mansion's driveway and heading down the hectic street. Stopping at red lights, stop signs and waiting for pedestrians to cross the street, Taehyung finally arrives at school.

He parks his car in a empty parking space before exiting the car, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking into the school building like everyone else. He smirks as he was already being looked at by all the girls with flirtatious looks. He chuckles as he winks at them, they practically fainted.

If only they knew...

Taehyung continues to walk down the hall until he bumped into someone knocking all their books and stuff down. Taehyung was about to snap at the other for not paying attention but he did not. Instead, he looks down and his heart immediately stops.

A boy, not much taller than him with caramel hair, chocolate brown eyes, a cute button nose and plump cherry-pasted lips stared right at him with the most petrified look ever. He was gorgeous. For some reason, Taehyung had the urge to help him pick his books up, to which he did.

"Are you okay?" He asked the other male and he gets a shaken nod in return. "I'm sorry for knocking your books down," Taehyung apologizes and the male just looks away with a prominent blush on his cheeks before nodding and walking past him briskly.

Taehyung turns around and watches as the male walks down the hallway with a tiny sparkle in his eye.

~Time Skip~

Taehyung was currently at lunch, sitting at the cafeteria table with his friends; Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin. The younger was eating in silence while looking at the male that he bumped into a few hours ago out in the hallway, until Jin knocked him out of his mesmerized trance.

"Got a crush?" Jin's voice was teasing and the others snickered as Taehyung threw a glare at the oldest of the group.

"His name is Jeon Jungkook, he is known to have rich parents also, his father being a priest and owning his own church while his mother was a baptist. Taehyung's eyes widened, "he's a church boy?!" He whispers yells.

"Yeah, he goes to church every Sunday and rumors are that he's absolutely pure and innocent and has never done anything bad before." Jin explains and Taehyung had to laugh, there was no way in hell that anybody could possibly be that innocent.

"No way," Taehyung says, not believing it. "Don't believe me? Ask him yourself." "You actually talked to him?" Taehyung says, shocked. "Yeah, it took me a few tries because he was so damn shy, but he's incredibly nice." Jin says.

Taehyung thinks before returning his gaze back to the other male. The male was looking right at him, but quickly turned away when he got caught, a blush on his face. Taehyung saw it and smirked. He's gonna ruin Jungkook.

The bell finally rung and the school day ended. Taehyung grabbed his bag and walked out the classroom where he saw Jungkook waiting for him like he told him to do. 'So obedient' Taehyung thought as he smiles brightly.

"Hey cutie, let's go to my place." Taehyung says and Jungkook shyly nods before letting Taehyung grab his wrist and leading him out the school, to the parking lot where he's car was parked.

Once Taehyung and Jungkook we're both seated in the car, Taehyung backs out the parking lot and heads down the street, arriving back at his mansion in 5 minutes. Taehyung gets out and Jungkook follows him inside the large house, his eyes widened in astonishment once he sees the inside.

"Like it?" Taehyung smirks, eyeing Jungkook's astonished look. Instead of answering, Jungkook just nods, blushing a dark red. Taehyung chuckles. "You can have a seat if you like." Taehyung says, going around the corner to enter the kitchen to get him and Jungkook something to drink.

He comes back around the corner with two glasses of sparkling water. He sits on the couch and hands the glass to Jungkook. Jungkook bows his head as a thank you before taking a sip. Taehyung also takes a sip before talking. "So, Jungkook? Tell me something about yourself?" He asks.

Jungkook clears his throat before starting. "W-well, I'm 17 a-and that's about it," Jungkook stutters and hearing the dark chuckle that escaped Taehyung's mouth made him shiver.

Taehyung leans closer. "Oh, I know there's more than that Jungkookie," Taehyung says lowly in the said male's ear, feeling him tense and Taehyung smirks with satisfaction. He places a hand on the latter's thigh and rubs.

Jungkook wanted to push away before things escalating, but he couldn't, Taehyung's hand went farther up his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

"T-Tae w-wait," Jungkook stutters and Taehyung halts his hand for moving any further. "What's wrong baby? Don't you want this? I know you do." Taehyung teases, continuing his journey until his hand was placed on Jungkook's crotch area.

Jungkook whimpers and he feels his lower region acting all kinds of funny. He didn't like this feeling at all. This feeling was really painful. "T-Tae!"

Jungkook yelps as the older grips his crotch tightly. He nibbles on his lip. "Already so hard for me babe," Taehyung growls as he continues to squeeze the boy's crotch. Taehyung unbuttons Jungkook's pants and makes the boy lift his hips so he could remove both his jeans and briefs off in one go.

Jungkook's cock was released from its confinement and he blushes embarrassingly. This has never happened to him before, this was so new for him, his parents never discussed this topic with him before.

Taehyung spreads the boy's legs and gets on his knees where his in between them. Taehyung wraps a hand around Jungkook's junk and pumps, licking at the tip and swirling hungrily around the head. He could taste the saltiness of pre cum on his tongue.

He starts to suck the head driving Jungkook crazy making him cry out. Taehyung looks at the younger and could've came right then and there. His face was totally fucked out and Taehyung hasn't even started yet. His perfect lips were parted, eyes fluttered shut and cheeks a rosy pink.

Taehyung engulfs the entirety of Jungkook's cock, the head brushing against the back of his throat and he gags a little when Jungkook accidentally bucks his hips. The older bobs his head continually and Jungkook cums down his throat.

Taehyung swallows and spreads Jungkook's legs impossibly wider. "Hold your legs up for me baby," Taehyung growls lowly and Jungkook does what he's told because he's obedient and he always does what he's told, because not doing what your told to do is a risk of going to hell; according to what his parents told him.

Jungkook holds his legs up onto the couch, revealing his cleanly shaven hole for Taehyung's sinful eyes. Taehyung's eyes darkened as he tongues at Jungkook's small pink hole making the young male squeak out small whines. Taehyung circles his tongue around Jungkook's flushed pink rim, delving inside of the opening, probing at his clenched walls.

"A-ah a-ah T-Tae," Jungkook whines. Taehyung leans closer to the boy's hole making his tongue reach impossibly deeper inside of him. Jungkook was gonna cum for a second time, but Taehyung quickly removes himself away from the other boy's hole.

Standing up, Taehyung roughly tugs the boy off the couch and captures his lips into a heated kiss. Taehyung cups the younger's ass roughly as his tongue meets Jungkook's and they fight for dominance(mainly Taehyung). Jungkook willingly lost since he couldn't keep up with the fast paced kiss.

"Jump," Orders Taehyung and again, Jungkook obeys, jumping and hooking his legs around Taehyung's waist and arms around his neck. Taehyung carries him up the two flights of stairs and into his large bedroom, where his maids were located dusting off the shelves.

"Get out," Taehyung growls at them and they scampered out the room, closing the door briskly leaving Taehyung and the boy be. Taehyung smirks darkly and continues to kiss Jungkook heatedly, falling on top of him onto the bed.

Taehyung quickly tears his jacket and shirt off and throws it to the ground somewhere(the maids will get it). He then unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his button and unzips the zipper until his pants were finally off, leaving just his briefs which he tore them off in record time.

He grabs a condom and some lube from the bedside drawer and places the plastic onto his cock, quickly lathering it with some lube. He then squirts some onto the boy's hole, getting him all lubed up for his cock.

Taehyung aligns his cock up to Jungkook's entrance and pushes in roughly, fucking him immediately. Jungkook screams loudly as the older found his prostate already without any problems. Taehyung thrusts and thrusts in and out at a merciless pace, giving the male underneath him no mercy.

Tears were streaming down Jungkook's face as he cums for the second time. Ropes after ropes paints his uniform shirt. Taehyung continues to fuck Jungkook harshly, brutalizing his oversensitive prostate. Taehyung was so close to coming and he could see that Jungkook was about to cum for his third time.

After one more aggressive thrust, they both cum in unison with loud moans. Taehyung pulls out and kisses the male's forehead. Taehyung cleans of the male and himself before placing him underneath he covers as well as himself. Jungkook falls asleep while Taehyung watches him with a smile.

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honnybunnie · 4 years ago

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Can I request MC dressing up fancy in the brothers specific colour (maybe even an access of their animal or something close to it) at an event that Lord Diavolo was throwing Whether they already set with the brothers as a date or doing this to get their attention is up to you

Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

Mammon:

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Leviathan:

Satan:

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

Beelzebub:

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

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