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mindmelter · 18 hours ago

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Alien Appetite: Snacking The Biker

I chuckled at the funny face this random biker made at the moment my alien buddy crawled inside his ear.

I just love the faces they make whenever they're having their brains taken over by Cosmo, my tiny alien bug. They always freeze on the spot with those dumb facial expressions. Usually, with their eyes bulging in shock and their tongues hanging out. Sometimes, their eyes roll back, and some even stare in opposite directions, but they always have their tongues hanging out. It's kinda Cosmo's signature by now.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of this one's face. It might sound weird, but I like to collect photos of the faces they make during the takeover. I have hundreds of photos like this saved on my phone because I like to jerk off to them later.

I heard a squishy sound coming from inside his head, and suddenly, his left eye moved abruptly in an unnatural, opposite direction. I chuckled as I snapped another photo. It was such a drastic contrast from the loud arrogant brat that he was just a few minutes ago...

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I was walking outside in search of the perfect host for Cosmo, who is my tiny alien bug who needs sperm to survive. The problem is—Or blessing, in my opinion—he is too small to digest the cum by himself; he needs a host body to digest the cum for him. So every month, when he gets hungry, we go hunting for a poor, unfortunate soul to become his next digestive system for the month. And, of course, once he finds the host, I'm more than happy to feed him with my cum.

I was starting to lose any hope of finding a suitable host. Half the day had passed, and I still hadn't found a hot man. Of course, any guy would serve to become a host, but I was a gay dude! Of course, I only wanted to pick the hottest guys. But I'm not that selfish, there was also the fact that fit, healthy guys had the tastiest and strongest cum, and Cosmo was very picky about his food. That was Cosmo's own words, not mine.

I sighed in disappointment. I was usually very good at hunting. Just like last month, I found a rich, muscular black hunk at the gas station. We had so much fun with that host; I was already missing sucking on that huge black cock... maybe I should pay him a visit tonight after finding Cosmo a host. Before leaving his hosts empty, Cosmo would always program what was left of their brains to continue living their lives on autopilot even without free will... of course I also asked him to make them treat me like their Master.

The autopilot thing was all my idea. Before I met Cosmo, he would basically leave his hosts in a vegetative state. The police had no clue why men in the city were being found with parts of their brains missing and their own cum in their mouths.

The search for a host continued without success. Maybe it just was a bad day, I thought.

As I was walking on the sidewalk of a house, I suddenly heard the loud screech of tires and the roar of an engine. A young, handsome biker abruptly stopped his bike just inches from where I stood. A few more inches, and he would have run me over.

It was my fault, I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the bike approaching, but before I could apologize, he spoke.

"Hey! Watch where you're going dumbass! I don't want a fat human pancake right in front of my house!" He shouted, flipping me his two middle fingers in a cocky manner.

I just stood there in front of him with my mouth agape, completely amazed by this good looking young biker.

His curly brown hair peeked out from under his backward cap, and the white tank top he wore showcased his toned, tattooed arms. He exuded effortless charm and youthful energy, even when being an arrogant prick. Those were always my favorites.

He would be perfect, I thought.

So, in a quick move, I grabbed Cosmo out of my pocket and watched as he flapped his tiny wings and flew towards the biker, finding his way right into the arrogant brat's ear. Instinctively he slapped his ear as soon as he felt the intrusion, making his cap fall to the ground. But it was too late for him, because in seconds, his eyes bulged, and he stuck his tongue out.

A familiar sign that Cosmo had reached for the brain.

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Now, he is sitting on his bike, frozen and with the dumbest and hottest face expression ever.

I ran my hand over his curly hair and leaned closer to his face. His tongue was so big and inviting, just hanging out there, drooling. I just couldn't hold myself, I had to taste it. So I started to suck on that huge tongue with passion. He didn't respond to my sloppy kiss—of course, with an alien bug consuming parts of his free will, he was incapable of doing anything.

But little by little, I started to feel his tongue reacting to mine until I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his mouth, locking our mouths together. I felt his strong tongue dominating mine, making me melt into his muscular tattooed arms while I just let him explore my mouth, making sure he was pushing his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He then pulled away and smirked at me. "Master needs privacy for his feeding. Follow me to the garage." He said, with some traces of his arrogant persona still present in his voice.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"It's my parents' house. They're inside so we're going to have to use the garage to feed my Master."

We walked into the garage, and once Inside, I closed the door, the garage was dark except for the light coming from the garage door's window.

I couldn't see anything, but when I turned around, I saw the biker lying on a car's trunk. He had unbuckled his belt already and was staring at me.

"Wanna make the honors?" He asked as he teasingly slid his hand inside his underwear.

I immediately dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled down his pants. His throbbing cock was bulging inside his boxers, and judging by the bulge, I knew he was well-hung.

Just another point in my favor, as Cosmo had a preference for well-endowed hosts to ensure proper feeding. I was very good at the game of spotting the most well-hung men, not even Cosmo knew how I was always right, call it my secret gay power.

With a single pull, his underwear joined his pants on the floor, and I was greeted with the sight of his 8 Inches hard cock, pulsating with life and leaking at the tip.

He put his finger on the leaking tip and sucked on his finger. He savored the taste for a moment and then made a *not bad* expression, "Master approves my cum," The young biker said. With that, his eyes rolled back, and he started to bend forward, his head becoming closer and closer to his hard dick. I heard some cracking and snapping sounds coming from him as he bent forward to the point he was unnaturally folded in half. His face was now just a few inches away from his cock. He opened his mouth, and his long tongue came out. His lips wrapped around the head and engulfed his shaft.

His eyes were still white as he took inch by inch and started to suck himself off with gusto.

The feeding was always my favorite part. I just continued on my knees, watching from closer this handsome cocky biker suck his own cock like he has done it a hundred times before.

In truth, he was just obeying Cosmo's commands, who surely had done it a hundred times before.

It didn't take long, and his muffled grunts filled the garage, he gulped down his cum like he was drinking water. Then he finally detached his lips from his shaft with a loud 'POP' sound.

A few more cracking and snapping sounds and he was sitting normally. He placed one hand behind his neck and stretched out, letting out a long sexy grunt.

"Fuuuckkk... my neck hurts so fucking bad, but anything to feed my Master," He said between grunts as he exposed his hairy armpit.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his musky pit. He didn't react and just allowed me to worship his sweaty armpits. He tasted and smelled like a real man.

"What's your name boy?" I asked as I took a deep long sniff.

"It's none of your business, you dirty fa-" He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, and his body tensed. Then his expression softened, and he continued talking, but now less aggressive. "My name is Blake..." he answered casually, "That's it, enjoy my armpits, you gay whore. They're sweaty and musky from a day of riding my bike with my friends under the sun."

I chuckled, "Your armpits taste wonderful, but there's a little alien inside your brain who enjoyed your cum a lot more than I enjoyed your pits. Cosmo is very picky about his food, you should be proud." I said, without taking my mouth from his armpit.

"Well, what can I say? Every girl who’s had the pleasure of getting a taste has only ever come back for more. My cum is alpha-grade, the kind that leaves anyone craving for more. They know it, I know it, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?" He braged, jerking his still hard shaft.

I smirked at that. I loved how Cosmo always kept their cocky personas even after becoming mindless meat puppets. Ok, I might have begged him to keep them this way instead of just turning them into cold robots, I liked them with some of their personalities. I continued licking and sniffing his armpits for almost an hour until he suddenly pushed my head away.

"Ok, that's enough dude! Jesus, you're not the only one hungry here. Get up,"

I did what I was told. As I stood, the tent in my pants was on full display. He stood up and stepped in front of me. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cum on his mouth.

"Master is not sated yet, he wants more. Unfortunately, I already gave him everything I had in my balls, which wasn't much since I was in my girlfriend's house early today and I wasted my cum on that bitch."

My cock throbbed, knowing what was about to happen.

"Master is telling me that the only reason you helped him turn me into his brainless vessel was so you could receive a blowjob from a hot straight guy like me, is that true?"

I could only nod. He snorted in disgust. "I fucking can't believe I had parts of my brain consumed and my free will destroyed by an alien just because a pathetic gay guy is horny. You're sick, dude."

I was completely lost in the moment as the biker knelt in front of me. His lifeless green eyes were locked onto mine as he pulled down my pants, and when his mouth opened, I fixed my eyes on that massive tongue of his; thick and wet. Finally, his tongue wrapped around my shaft like it had a mind of its own. Holy shit, it felt incredible!

He started working me with that tongue, sliding it up and down my shaft like he was savoring every inch. His lips wrapped around my tip, sucking gently, while his tongue did all kinds of wild things, swirling and caressing me in ways that made my knees weak. I let out a low groan, my fingers found their way into his curly hair.

"Fuck," I muttered, totally overwhelmed by the sensation. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed his head down further, feeling him take me deeper. His throat clenched around me, warm and wet, driving me crazy. He let out a soft moan, and the vibrations sent shivers through my whole body.

I pulled his head back a little, just to take in the sight of this arrogant biker's face. Then I pushed him back down, harder this time. His tongue kept going, sliding up and down my length, hitting all the right spots. I could feel that tension building inside me, I was getting close.

I grabbed his hair tighter, forcing his face against my crotch, making him take me all the way. He gagged a little but didn't back off—they never do—his hands gripped my thighs like he was begging for it. Watching him give in like that, so completely under the alien's control, pushed me right to the edge.

Finally, I pulled out and aimed straight at his tongue, which was hanging out, already waiting. My cum shot out, covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He opened his mouth wider, letting me see it all before swallowing every last drop. I knew Cosmo was enjoying it just as much as I was, feeding off everything.

When he swallowed the last of it, he looked up at me with that blank gaze and a satisfied smirk. "No matter how many vessels I make, your cum will always be my favorite, my human friend," Cosmo finally said through Blake's voice.

Since that day, Blake became Cosmo's feeding host for the month and he would often send me a message asking me to meet with him.

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*One month later*

It was 4:00 AM. I was sleeping with Cosmo's previous host, the muscular black hunk that we found at the gas station last month. We were cuddling together when I was awakened by the sound of a text message. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw it was a message from Blake. He sent me a mirror photo with a text.

"Master is hungry again, meet me at the parking lot near my house." Was all the message said.

"I'm on my way." I responded.

I grabbed my car keys and drove to the location. Arriving there, the parking lot was desertic like you would expect to be at 4:00 AM. It was cold, luckily I had put on a hoodie. I didn't have to wait long—Soon I saw Blake walking towards me, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. Looking hot as always.

"Sorry for waking you this early. I'm just very hungry. I need to eat some strong healthy cum, not some thin, unnourished cum," Cosmo said in full control of Blake.

"Blake isn't producing enough cum anymore? I assume," I asked as I pulled down my pants, freeing my flaccid cock, it was cold. Blake kneeled between my legs and started to stroke my shaft, right there in the open.

"He can only produce a few drops now. Not enough to keep me sated." He said putting his hands inside his pants.

He pulled out his cock and slapped it, I watched as It jiggled. "This thing is completely useless now."

"Wow, you really ran this host out fast, and Blake was a healthy young man, he should last for at least 40 days. You're becoming too greedy, you need to learn to control your hunger so the hosts can last longer."

Cosmo had to change hosts every month because, eventually, the hosts he was possessing would become infertile and stop producing cum forever. It was a side effect of the takeover and the constant feeding. Cosmo had explained to me before about the scientific factors behind the host's infertility, but I didn't dare to try to understand.

I moaned as I felt Blake's warm mouth closing around my shaft, it felt nice from the cold. "Fuck, I'm going to miss Blake. What do you think of us searching for a new host tomorrow? I'm sure Blake here would love to help us turn one of his hot friends into a brainless puppet just like him," I said between moans, as I finally gave Cosmo what he was so hungry for.

#alien possession #male possession #male puppet #alien takeover #possession #mind control

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calypso-rt · 2 days ago

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‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ farmer's market ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

fluff

jus a little drabble...

The sun was warm and golden, casting a glow over the bustling rows of stalls at the farmer’s market. You were practically skipping beside Rafe, his hand snug in yours, as you took in the colors and smells: fresh flowers, baby goats, and of course, produce as far as the eye could see.

“Alright, alright,” Rafe said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched your wide-eyed excitement. “I get it now. This is what all the hints were about.”

You glanced up at him innocently, though the grin tugging at your lips gave you away. “What hints?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawled, squeezing your hand lightly as he dodged a stroller rolling past. “Maybe the fact that you left a farmer’s market flyer on the fridge…for two weeks straight.”

“I thought it looked nice there.”

“And the time you said, ‘I don’t know why some people don’t appreciate strawberries more,’ while staring directly at me over breakfast?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe I was just making conversation.”

“And let’s not forget,” he continued, his tone mock serious now, “when you literally changed my phone wallpaper to that picture of strawberries you found on Pinterest.”

You finally burst into laughter, leaning into him as you tried to defend yourself. “Okay, maybe I was subtly suggesting that we come here. But you have to admit it’s amazing!”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin as he glanced down at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n. Otherwise, I might’ve been annoyed.”

You stopped in front of a stall overflowing with strawberries so red and glossy they looked like they belonged in a painting. Your hand slipped from Rafe’s as you stepped closer, practically glowing with excitement.

“Oh my god, Rafe,” you said, your voice practically reverent. “Look at these strawberries.”

Rafe came up beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts as he tilted his head to look at them. “They’re strawberries,” he said, deadpan. “They look the same as the ones in the store.”

You turned to him with a look of pure betrayal. “Take that back.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “No.”

You picked up a basket and held it out to him dramatically. “If you don’t buy these for me right now, I will-”

“Will what?” he challenged, leaning a little closer with that smug smile of his.

“Cry,” you said, completely straight-faced.

Rafe barked out a laugh, already pulling out his wallet. “Alright, alright. You win. I’ll buy you the world’s most magical strawberries.”

As he handed the vendor a bill, he turned back to you with a playful smirk. “You’d think I just bought you a diamond ring or something.”

“These are better,” you teased, biting into one immediately. When the juice dripped onto your fingers, Rafe caught your wrist, gently swiping his thumb across the sticky mess.

“See? And you said they weren’t special,” you murmured, grinning as he brought his thumb to his mouth with an exaggerated, thoughtful look.

“Yeah, okay,” he admitted, his voice softer now as he looked at you. “Maybe they’re a little special. But only because you’re enjoying them so much.”

You smiled up at him, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Told you.”

As you walked through the rest of the market, Rafe carried the basket of strawberries like it was priceless treasure.

You were too busy admiring the stalls to notice, your denim overalls swaying slightly as you walked, the pockets stuffed with random finds: a flower Rafe had picked for you earlier, a business card from a honey stand, and a handful of free samples. Your white Converse were already a bit dusty from the uneven ground, but you didn’t care.

Rafe’s gaze lingered on you, softening as he caught you twirling a little when the breeze picked up. “You know,” he said, his voice just loud enough to catch your attention, “you might be the cutest thing here, and we’re surrounded by baby goats.”

You turned to him, hands on your hips, a teasing glint in your eyes. “You think I’m cuter than baby goats?”

“Obviously,” he said, stepping closer and slipping an arm around your waist. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Though you’re definitely more high-maintenance.”

You laughed, swatting at his chest. “Says the guy who ate three of my strawberries while I wasn’t looking.”

Rafe grinned, completely unrepentant. “They’re a tax. Boyfriend privileges. You should’ve read the fine print.”

“Fine print? You mean that time you scribbled ‘property of Rafe Cameron’ in my notebook?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

He tilted his head, feigning thought. “I was being romantic.”

“You were being ridiculous,” you said, though your laughter betrayed you.

Rafe shrugged with a grin, brushing a kiss to your cheek as he teased, “Ridiculous, romantic...same difference, babe.”

a/n: inspired by my obsession w/ farmers markets

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x y/n

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cybersvoid · 2 days ago

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❥ A Pirates Treasure ii

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♡ Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Captain Dabi’s crew accidentally caught a creature they never thought existed outside of drunk rumors pirates would spread amongst each other, yet here you are, a mermaid. So cute and frightened. Such a rare find, he can’t let you slip away.

Parts : i

ღ Warnings | AU, Nudity, Scars, Sexual Tension, Almost Kiss, Drunken Shenanigans, Implied Growing Obsession, etc.

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Captain stood there in shock at the sight before him. When he left he was absolutely positive you had a tail, yet here you were, sitting right where he left you, only now you had legs. He had always heard the stories. The topic would come up at least once no matter the country, no matter the port or the pub. Women, who were half fish, with the ability to look like humans. With enough beauty to strike a man down with a single glance. He always just assumed they were nothing more than stories—the drunk ramblings of desperate and lonely sailors.

However, years at sea had only fed his intrigue. On sleepless nights, he would stare out over the waves, hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of the creatures described in books from ships he had raided, and murmured legends. Still, he never truly believed. Not until now.

Yet, here you sat. You were no myth. You were real. You were absolutely stunning. The pictures and stories truly did not do your beauty justice. He just couldn’t believe that after all these years of hearing about your kind, he finally had one of his own in his grasp.

“Did you know you could do this?” He questioned staring at your new legs among… other parts, to which you shook your head.

“They told us stories, but I didn’t think it was possible anymore.”

“Well, I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?” he grinned, pulling out a dark bottle from behind his back, “I take it you’ve probably never had rum before?”

“Rum?”

“Yeah, but put this on first. I won’t be able to focus for shit” He mumbled, removing his overcoat and then taking off his shirt, leaving him half bare revealing a lean frame etched with scars. You didn’t think much of it. It was perfectly common in your kind to not cover your top halves, but you’ve never seen anyone with so many markings before. They covered his skin in an intricate pattern. Your eyes were locked on them before he spoke up. “Arms up.”

You obeyed, lifting your arms as he slipped his shirt over your body. Fingers accidentally grazing your sides on the way down, causing you to jolt, and him to mutter a barely audible apology. It was long on you, easily falling down to your mid-thigh.

When the shirt was on, he stepped back, taking in your form before walking over to his desk by the window and pulling two glasses out of a drawer. “This is a delicacy so don’t spill any.”

You were confused, as he handed you a glass filled with barely enough liquid to cover the bottom of the cup. “Drink it. Quick and easy—it burns less that way.”

With a wary glance, you tipped the glass back, the fiery liquid searing your throat. You erupted into a coughing fit as captain chuckled, pouring another splash into your glass, despite how frantically you shook your head. “It gets easier. Trust me.” He insisted.

“My… my body feels warm.”

“That means it’s working. Take some more.”

“What is this?”

“It’s like medicine. Help’s clear your head a bit. Now, will you stop asking questions and just drink it?”

Reluctantly, you drank again, and again, the warmth spreading through your limbs, as captain kept refilling your glass. Taking swigs of his own, to match your pace, but he didn’t seem as nearly affected by the drink as you were. It wasn’t long before the room began to tilt slightly, your head was spinning just a bit, and you couldn’t help but feel less nervous around the once very intimidating man.

“Captain, are you the leader of your kind?” You questioned as you continued to drink together emboldened by the haze in your mind.

“You can say that. They do fear me, and not just the men on my ship,” he pondered, “And it’s Dabi. Captain, is just what my men call me. What do they call you?”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N... to new friends.” He stated, clinking his glass against yours, and taking a swig.

‘New friends.’ With those two simple words, your barely competent mind was able to remind you of why you were in this mess in the first place. Humans probably killed your friend Izuku, and here you were in close proximity to one, acting as if everything was normal.

“Now, c’mon princess, why do you have such a glum look on your face? We're supposed to be celebrating.”

You took a small sip out of your glass, before speaking., You didn’t want to pour out all your feelings to the man you just met, but you also weren’t able to hold yourself back due to the rum loosening your tongue. “My friend, he went missing a while ago, and I guess I’m just worried. He said… he said he would be right back, but he wasn't. What if bad humans got him? Wha-What if…?” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began streaming down your face, the thought of your closest friend being murdered making you unable to continue.

Dabi was quiet, seeming to pick up what you meant regardless of the unfinished sentence. So you were worried about your little friend? That made sense. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that you associated his kind with death. The questions you asked him when you first met made that fact obvious. Not to mention the caution laced across your frame with every movement he made. He thought that the liquor would help ease some of that tension, but apparently, it’ll take more than that to help calm you.

“Why are you assuming he’s gone? One of your kind is much more valuable alive than dead. I’d say he’d probably be auctioned off to the highest bidder for someone to cash in on.” He seemed to think long and hard about this fact before continuing, “You know there’s a town with an auction held once a month not too far from here. If he was captured he was probably taken there. How about we dock for a bit, and take a look around?”

He saw your expression brighten ever so slightly “Really? Y-you mean it?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to do me a favor in return.” You felt your unease grow as you awaited his proposal “My men are suffering, we’re all running on fumes, and in order to make the journey to this town, and to afford lodging and food when we get there, we’ll need supplies.”

“B-but I don’t have anything to give you.”

“On the contrary princess, you’ll play the most important role of all in this plan. You’re going to be our scout.”

“Scout?” You questioned curiously.

“Yep, you’re going to go swim out ahead, and find more humans like us. You don’t have to interact with them. You just gotta come back and tell us where they are. Then, we’ll handle the rest. Do you think you can do that?”

You pondered over his proposal. Even if you wanted to go to this place all on your own, you doubt you would make it far without giving yourself away. It was too dangerous, so going with another human was definitely the safest option. All you had to do was help him find other humans and he would help you find Izuku. It seemed like an easy enough trade. However, you still had a bit of unease about one detail in particular.

“Will you sell me?”

The question seemed to catch the man completely off guard looking at you with pure confusion. “Sell you?”

“You said we’re going to this place, and that my kind is worth a lot of money. How do I know you won’t turn around and sell me?”

A small smirk made its way across his face at your newfound confidence. Maybe the liquor was helping afterall, because he couldn’t imagine the timid little mermaid from earlier being so straightforward. “I suppose you don’t. But can’t I say the same thing? How do I know that the second I release you into the ocean you won’t take off? How do I know you even have a missing friend?” He didn’t even give you a chance to answer before continuing, “I don’t. I’m going to have to trust you. The same way you are going to have to trust me.”

Truth be told Dabi knew your friend wasn’t made up. Being a pirate isn’t easy work, and he’s developed a few crucial skills while climbing his way to the top. One of those skills was being able to detect when people were lying. Small tells that would normally go unnoticed, and he could say with certainty that you exhibited none of them when telling your story. However, he had a point to prove.

Not to mention he would be a fool if he ever sold off something as valuable as you to some lowlifes in that crappy town. And you’re not just valuable gold-wise. You possessed capabilities that would be incredibly beneficial to him. Plus, you were easy on the eyes. It did get awfully lonely being out at sea for long periods of time. The two of you could end up having a lot of fun together.

“...okay, I’ll trust you,” you whispered hesitantly.

Dabi grinned extending his hand towards you. “Now we just made a deal, so we gotta shake on it, so put your hand in mine.”

Slowly, you obeyed, grabbing ahold of his hand as he shook them up and down. It was a silly gesture causing you to laugh a bit.

“How are you liking the new legs?”

“They’re a bit weird,” you answered, wiggling your toes a little.

Dabi brought his hand over, trailing his fingers on your skin, causing you to flinch at the sudden touch. But he didn’t waver, continuing to trail even higher, stopping mid-thigh, just before the hem of his shirt. The motion caused a strange tickling sensation causing you to rub your legs together. “Need a lesson on how everything works?”

“No, it’s okay.” You appreciated that he wanted to help, but you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to walk in your current state considering how much the room continued to sway.

He took a long sip from his glass, the slightest grin gracing his face before it quickly vanished. "My loss,” he shrugged. He closed his eyes, leaning back slightly and stretching his neck in a circular motion. The movement had emphasized the muscles in his upper arms and chest causing your eyes to lock back in on his scars. You didn’t realize he had caught you staring until he spoke up.

“Ya wanna touch ‘em?”

Embarrassed at having been caught, you quickly looked down at your glass and shook your head. “N-no it’s okay.”

“C’mon, I won’t bite ya.”

He moved closer to you, his hand intertwining with the hand you held the glass in before pulling it away, and setting it down next to you. He placed a hand on your outer thigh, and another on your lower back before pulling you into him causing you to end up face to face right in his lap. Even with the fabric in the way, you could still feel his touch on your skin.

“Do they hurt?”

“Not so much anymore. Most of ‘em are old,” he explained, reaching for your arm when you didn’t make any indications of moving, trailing his hand down your arm before grabbing your hand, and placing your palm on his chest. “Don’t you guys get scars?”

Your fingers began tracing over the markings on his chest. Your movements were light and gentle even though he told you they didn’t hurt. “We do. I just… I’ve never seen so many on one person before. How did you get them?”

“Ahhh, that’s a story for another day.” The movement of your arm caused the shirt you were wearing to jumble a bit at the sleeve, revealing the new marking you had gotten earlier which he took notice of. The more time he spent with you, the more interesting you became to him.

You were a bit disappointed he wouldn’t tell you where the scars came from, but you also couldn’t seem to stay focused on it too long, your mind already moving on to the next question. “Do all humans scar this much?”

His hand went up cupping your face and forcing you to look into his eyes before he spoke. “I’m not like other humans.”

He was close now, and he was only getting closer. His nose was brushing against yours. Your lips were now centimeters apart. You could feel his opposite hand on your lower back pulling you in further.

“D-dabi?”

“Mmm?”

“The room… it’s spinning really fast now.”

“What?” He questioned backing up a bit to look at you. The small dizzy feeling you had felt earlier was now unbearable. Your head had suddenly become too heavy for you to hold up on your own as you fell right into his chest. Your body slumped a bit as his hands now focused on holding you steady.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He let out a frustrated sigh as he felt your breathing begin to steady on his chest. Dabi hoisted you into his arms, in one motion. He just wanted to help you loosen up a bit, but it seems like he went a little overboard with the liquor. He set you into his bed and began pulling his blanket over you.

“I don’t want you to get it confused princess, I have every intention of sleeping with you.” He explained, knowing that what he said really didn’t matter considering you were unconscious. “I will sleep with you, but now doesn’t seem like the right time for that.”

Truly he wasn’t the type of guy who concerned himself with the ‘right time’ when it came to sleeping with women. He was a pirate, a damn famous one at that. There are women who would throw themselves at him any chance they got. But you’re not them.

There isn't a doubt in his mind that if he messes things up you’re just gonna attempt to run right back into the ocean you came from, and he can’t have that. He can’t risk you going somewhere he can’t follow when he has so much planned for the two of you. So he’ll continue to try to build your trust, and get you to rely on him. He’ll continue to play nice… for now.

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makeyoumine69 · 21 hours ago

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Hi Lexi! I want to thank you for giving us such a fantastic Patrick Bateman content! You are our blessing, I swear! Also, I was pretty much obsessed with your story called Daddy Knows Best. I don't know what happened to me, but I can't stop reading it! Have you ever considered continuing it and writing a sequel? Maybe something with mutual masturbation or quiet sex? Anyway, feel free to ignore this request, I will be happy to read anything you feed us!

Daddy Knows Best 2.0

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You are stuck in the bathroom with horny Patrick while your parents are somewhere nearby.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, Daddy kink, mild praise kink, pussy/tit play, mutual masturbation, fingering, vaginal sex, finger sucking, quite sex (kinda), dirty talk, pet names, humiliation (a bit).

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.5k

𝐀/𝐍: Hey everyone, I'm sorry for not being active since I'm not in the best mental state, but I hope you like this little piece of writing! Thanks for sending me this request!

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]; [Daddy Knows Best 1.0]

A trembling, almost desperate whimper escaped your swollen lips when Patrick's thumb traced your damp underwear with natural possessiveness, as if you already belonged to him alone. And was he not right?

An innocent game has turned into steamy foreplay and now you were beginning to think that teasing this man when you were both in your family's house was not the best idea. But here you were—pinned against the cold bathroom counter, barely breathing and soaking wet as Bateman pressed his muscular body against you, forcing you to spread your legs with his knee and the next moment you were already grinding against his leg.

"Patrick..." you gasped, but he immediately captured your mouth with his hot one and the kiss was plandering, lustful like every move he made. "Mmhm," your muffled moan spurred him to pull you close to his sturdy frame as his hands made their way down your arse, kneading the malleable flesh and barely stopping himself from giving it a hard, loud smack. "Oh-Gosh..."

After he broke the kiss, he took your chin a little too roughly, but not really painfully. "Shhh," Patrick hissed and stroked your cheek in a soothing way, just to give you a faint hope that nothing criminal would happen. "You don't want your parents to hear us, do you?"

The man lowered his hand to encircle your neck and tilted your head back to run his tongue along your pulsating artery, sensing your heart beating wildly. All words of protest stuck in your throat like a lump—you were like a puppet, and Bateman was your creator, pulling the strings so masterfully without even adding pressure.

"I don't...but," you mused suddenly as you gazed into his dark eyes, his pupils dilating with every passing moment, the soft ruffles of his garments adding to the effect. "They will soon notice our absence."

With a wolfish grin, Patrick gave your cheekbone a quick kiss, never losing his grip on you. "Then be a good girl for Daddy and unbuckle my belt."

No suspenders today, huh?

Looking down at you, the man watched your slight hesitation and confusion, but as you slowly placed both hands on his bulging groin and began to work carefully on the buckle of his belt, his cock grew even harder. For a second, Bateman thought he was going to fucking explode in his pants from how much he wanted you here and now. And the thought of your parents downstairs, unaware of the sins happening in their daughter's bathroom, was like an extra cherry on top of an already delicious dessert.

After the leather belt was removed, you didn't wait for his further instructions, but absentmindedly unzipped his pants, never breaking eye contact as you knew that was what he loved most. A small bathroom began to get even smaller, the air heavy with arousal and depravity. Bateman could only wish you were stuck somewhere else—your room might be a better option, with plenty of surfaces to fuck you on—but now he was going to use whatever he could.

The moment you pulled down his silk briefs, stopping halfway, a searing wave of heat rushed through your system. Patrick's flesh was so hot, craving attention, that it pulsed against your hand and you had to pull it away in fear of burning yourself.

"What's wrong, honey?" He purred, catching your hand to make you grasp his erected cock with sheer demand. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed," the man tugged at the top of your dress in one swift motion, revealing one of your breasts, then outlined the hard nipple with his thumb. "You've gone too far to be afraid now."

Desperately gasping for air, you stroked him, slowly at first, feeling his large palm slide against yours as your guide. "I'm not afraid," you replied spontaneously, making him snicker in awe. "But my father will probably kill you if he finds out."

Patrick tittered and pinched your taut peak, eliciting a muffled whimper from your lips—the sound alone sent shivers down his spine and you felt his dick throbbing in your grasp as you gave him another pump.

"Oh, please," he crooned, using his free hand to lift the hem of your dress and fold it around your waist, exposing your tight black stockings. "I've already told your parents I'm going to marry you."

Biting your lower lip, you whimpered quietly at the feverish sensation in your lower abdomen as Bateman pressed his fingers to your oozing pussy, rubbing in slow circles to feel how wet you were.

"I thought," you paused and exhaled sharply, your hand sliding up and down his length like clockwork. "That it was a joke."

Amused, Patrick leaned in and pecked your sensitive lips before licking them just to tease you—only to have you beg for more. The friction of your soft skin against his rock hard cock was overwhelming, drastically increasing his heart rate despite his best efforts to pretend he was still in control of his emotions and desires. As if his basic instincts weren't kicking in at all.

"You want this to be a joke, sweetheart?" He taunted you a bit, his voice sounded like a sweet mantra as he pressed his lips to your ear, peppering the skin around it with light, feathery kisses while one hand still controlled your strokes along his shaft and another was busy tracing invisible lines along your lower lips.

"I..." you could barely speak. "I...don't...know...I..."

"I never thought I'd meet someone as bratty as you." He muttered against your mouth, moving your underwear aside to stick two fingers into your slippery cunt at the same time, drawing a wet sound that made you both gasp and stop moving for a second. Everything about him kept you on the edge every fucking time, the heat that radiated from his strong body, the idea of how much bigger he was, how easily he could dominate you and bend you to his will, this man was irresistible on every level. As he began to twist and curl his long fingers to hit the most sensitive spot, you thought you would fall to the floor from the sudden weakness in your knees, but Bateman held you tightly in his arms, burying his digits deeper until only the knuckles were visible. "Fuck, I love seeing you like this."

Bateman had to grit his teeth and suppress his own moans as the two of you gave each other vigorous handjobs at the same time, but neither of you wanted to give in, this was not a sprint, this was a fucking marathon.

"Daddy," you whimpered abruptly, provoking him to give you another lingering kiss on the lips, his tongue invading your mouth without shame, his fingers buried deep inside you. "I can't breathe...it's so hot in here."

Patrick's muffled laughter echoed off the bathroom walls. "Breathe into me," he replied whispering, finally removing his hand from yours, but that didn't stop you from jerking him off. "Use me as oxygen."

This dorkish nonsense only turned you on even more. It was so strange, maybe even weird, but every time Bateman said something like that, it worked right. So fucking right that now it was impossible for you to stop yourself from smearing his pre-cum around his swollen tip, teasing him, inflaming him, playing on the strings of his twisted mind. It was dangerous but so tantalizing to see this man literally drinking you up like his last sip of water.

Mewling into his lips, you slid your hand lower to massage his balls, making him groan and fingerfuck you harder, but now it seemed like it was not enough for either of you. Things changed too quickly as he turned you over and pressed against your back, pushing his glistening fingers into your mouth to make sure you could taste yourself on them.

"Good girl...keep licking yourself off my fingers," Patrick sneered into your ear, and after stroking himself several times, he aligned himself with your tight hole and thrust inside. The fullness he delivered was amazing. "Is this... what you've been waiting for all night?"

The man pulled his fingers out to play with your taut clit, rubbing it between them with skillful precision. "F-fuck," you almost bit your tongue to stifle the moans as he sank deeper, his thick cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against your soft inner walls, and though the pace was slow at first, you were already so lightheaded that you had to cling to the bathroom counter in front of you, ignoring the half-fogged mirror. "I can f-feel you...so deep...Daddy...a-ahhh-holy shit...mhm!

Bateman shushed you with his palm faster than any loud sounds could escape your mouth. "Uh, it's such a waste that you can't be really vocal right now," he growled, snapping his hips against yours and tugging at your hair to make you look into the mirror, and as soon as your eyes met, Patrick winked and placed a gentle peck on the top of your head—an act of pure mockery. "See, darling? You are literally a work of art."

Needless to say, this man had a very wicked taste in art.

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chaoticpuff17 · 1 day ago

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Jealousy

another part to my previous drabble "Treat Me So Well"

You fiddled with the necklaces hanging just above your chest as you sat next to Hoseok in the car. He was on a work call, and you never paid much attention to those. Hoseok’s business was his own, and it would do you no good to get mixed up in it. Your job for the evening was to keep him company and to look pretty on his arm. That was what he paid you for. Besides, the less you actually knew about what he did the better. You were fully aware that what he did wasn’t strictly legal, not that he was your only client that dabbled in less than legal activities, but a good portion of your job was discretion. No one would choose to be added to your client list if you weren’t discrete, and Jackson would have long let you go if you weren’t up to the task.

You glanced over as Hoseok’s tone grew more agitated, the look in his eye not boding well for whoever was on the other end of the line. Hoseok was intimidating at the best of times and downright frightening when he got like this.

You gently reached up and took the hand that was wildly gesticulating, bringing it down to your lap as Hoseok glanced at you curiously but allowed you to intertwine your fingers regardless.

While your one hand was grasped in his, the other continued to play with your necklaces.

All of a sudden, Hoseok’s voice stopped in the background.

“I’ll have to call you back.” you glanced back over to see what the matter was only to find Hoseok staring intently at your chest, his jaw clenched. “What is that?”

You looked down in confusion. “What is what?”

“That!” he motioned at her necklaces. “Where did you get those?”

You picked up the chains trying to find something wrong with them but couldn’t find anything. It was a pair of simple matching necklaces, both dainty and in gold. One had a rolo chain and the other a link chain, but they both had the same type of green stone hanging from the end as a charm. Overall they were simple and pretty, and you thought they complimented your outfit well. The problem, you assumed, was where they came from.

Neither was a gift from Hoseok, and you hadn’t purchased them. They had previously belonged to Taehyung, one of your other clients. You had taken them as yours, much to Taehyung’s amusement, because you found them pretty, and he hadn’t objected. When you’d been getting ready for your evening with Hoseok, you hadn’t even thought about their origins when you’d put them on.

“Why, Hobi, you don’t think you’re the only man who gives me pretty things do you?” you purred, trying to diffuse the situation as best you could.

Hoseok un-linked your hands, looping a finger through the longer of the two chains and pulling so you were forced forward- closer to him.

“Of course not, pet.” you didn’t like the thinly veiled hostility in his eyes, nor did you like the careful control in his tone. “But I didn’t expect you to go around accepting jewelry from my rivals.”

You felt a wave of nausea pass over you at the revelation. Perhaps you should have payed closer attention to Hoseok’s business after all.

You pasted on a smile, trying to keep your composure, and leaned in even further. “I can’t remember who gave me every piece of jewelry I own.”

Hoseok unhooked his finger from the necklace, instead choosing to wrap his long fingers around the column of your throat, putting a little pressure on the edges of your jaw to push up your chin so that you were looking him right in the eye.

“I make it a point not to meddle in your business, pet, and you do a very good job of not meddling in mine.” The threat wasn’t spoken, but it was there none the less.

“You pay for discretion, so does he. Don’t go getting jealous on me now.”

Hoseok smiled, though his eyes remained cold.

“Hoshi!” he called to the man driving the car. “Turn the car around. We’re going home.”

“What about dinner?”

“Fuck dinner.”

#yandere bts #dark romance #mafia au #bts fanfic #yandere hoseok #bts mafia #hoseok x reader #mafia hoseok #drabbles

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angstywaifu · 16 hours ago

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Courted - Bodhi Durran

Request/Prompt - reader’s dragon is getting “courted” by an unbonded dragon and is so confused bc greens don’t do emotions. But the two dragons get together and Bodhi helps them bc he has secondhand knowledge from hearing about when Sygael first bonded with Xaden @fairchild06 Warnings: smoking (churam) Masterlist | Support Me

I thought my first few months in the Quadrant were hard. That seemed like nothing compared to this. The last few weeks had been…. interesting. Every day I was being slammed with emotions that weren’t my own thanks to Vorlyn. And there was only so much shielding could do when she didn’t seem aware of how strong the feelings she was sending down the bond were.

She had gotten better, but I was praying these initial stages of mating and bonding would be over soon. Though at least she kept the pummelling of her feelings till the evening when I could hide in my room in case she slammed them into me without warning. Which was a lot. But it seemed I was not so lucky today. All flying drills had been grounded thanks to a massive snow storm that had decided to hit us. Not even the third years were going out in this.

I trail behind my squad as we make our way to Carr’s classroom, my least favourite room in the Quadrant. A wave of emotions hits me out of nowhere, nearly sending me tumbling to the ground as I double over and brace myself on my knees, breathing in and out deeply to try ride out the wave.

”Shit, are you ok?” Bodhi asks, rushing over as he kneels in front of me.

I feel his signet wash over me, clearly thinking I’m burning out or something was going wrong.

”Just. My. Dragon.” I grunt out as her emotions continue to slam into me.

This was way more intense than normal. I’m thankful she’s getting some action from what I can tell, but did she have to pick fucking now to do this? I open my eyes a little as I slam up my shield, taking a slight edge off the onslaught. Something similar to realisation crosses Bodhi’s eyes, and I swear he’s trying to hold back a laugh as he looks up at me.

”Tell Carr we’re not going to be there.” Bodhi calls over his shoulder to our squad who must have stopped as well.

Without looking back Bodhi stands up, grabbing one of my arms, putting it around him as he leans me against him, taking my weight as he leads us back down the corridor and towards what I think are the dormitories. As soon as we’re out of the busy corridor, Bodhi crouches down before scooping me up into my arms. I go to protest, but my words die on my tongue as another wave hits me.

”Just focus on keeping that shield up alright?” He says to me as he picks up his pace.

I squeeze my eyes shut, nodding back as I focus on my shield. Without having to think about walking or functioning I’m able to take more of the edge off. Not completely, but enough that I’m able to think a little clearer. Or so I think. With my shield taking off the brunt of the onslaught, I can focus more on the feelings that flow down the bond.

Oh god. My body feels like it’s on fire. And not in a painful way. But with desire.

”Really? You had to do this now?” I yell down the bond, but I’m met with nothing in return.

It’s then I note Bodhi’s fingers pressing into the exposed skin on my waist where my jacket and shirt has ridden up when he picked me up. My body wants more. I have to literally force all my attention into my shield to stop myself from grasping his jacket and pulling him down to me.

”Can you hurry up and finish?!?” I yell down the bond again, yet again being met with silence.

Fantastic.

”Right on time.” Bodhi calls out to someone.

I open my eyes to see Xaden standing outside my door, holding a small tin in his hands. His gaze locks with mine, a prickling sensation washing over me. It’s like he knows exactly what’s going on in my damn head as he masks a smirk that just manages to tug at the corners of his lips. He turns and opens my door, pushing it open so Bodhi can walk us in. He walks me over to me bed, placing me on the edge before sitting next to me. One hand coming to rest on my thigh, while the other rubs small circles on my back which are probably meant to help keep me grounded and relaxed. But with the emotions flowing through the bond, it does the complete opposite.

Xaden pulls the chair from my desk over, sitting in front of me with the small tin still clutched in his hands. “Are your shields up?” He asks as he opens the tin.

I nod. “Yes, but it’s not doing much.” I tell him in a strained voice.

He nods and gives me a tight lipped smile. “The first few times it won’t. But eventually you’ll get stronger and it will be easier. And it will help once she stops sending it all down the bond.

”Easier?” I ask, confused as to what he’s talking about.

”You’re not the only one with a mated dragon.” He tells me as he takes the lid off the tin. Inside is something that we are definitely not allowed in the Quadrant. Churam. “It will take the edge off more than shielding. Especially till she learns to put the shields up on her end. But even then she won’t always remember.”

He quickly pulls out a match, lighting one of the rolls and handing it to me. Even just the smell is enough to have me feeling the affects. I reach out more hastily than I mean to, practically ripping it from Xaden’s out stretched hand, taking a deep puff from the roll. I sigh in relief, feeling more of the edge come off. It’s still there, the need and desire, but it’s not as overwhelming as it was a few moments ago.

”Thank you.” I say to him as I relax back into Bodhi’s touch, resting against his shoulder.

”You’re welcome. Can’t have you ending up in someone’s bed you might regret.” He teases before his gaze flicks to Bodhi. “Or not regret.”

I feel Bodhi stiffen next to me as Xaden stands up and puts my chair back before walking out of the room, leaving Bodhi and I alone.

”You feeling better.” Bodhi asks after a few moments.

I turn to look at him, noting the slight blush in his cheeks, and I know they’re from Xaden’s words.

I smile up at him and nod. “I am. How did you know what was happening?”

”I’ve spent enough nights hanging around Xaden to know the signs when Sgaeyl would slam her feelings down the bond because she forgot to put a shield up.” He admits with a soft smile.

”Maybe I should have said something sooner. This has been going on for weeks now. Well the lead up to it at least.” I admit, taking another drag of the Churam which is now helping a lot. Though there is still some want for Bodhi, always has been deep down.

”Well you did better than Xaden from what I heard from Garrick.” Bodhi says with a cheeky smile.

“Do I want to know what happened?”

”Nothing actually happened, just a few close calls. Think Garrick was nearly on the receiving end as they were sparring one time when it happened,” Bodhi admits with a chuckle.

I choke on the churam as I laugh at Bodhi’s words, Bodhi patting my back to try relieve the coughing fit. “Well I will consider myself lucky so far then. Might have to be careful of the company I keep when it happens.”

I look up at Bodhi, watching as his cheeks flush at my words, averting his gaze to the door. “I should get back to class.” He says, going to stand.

I reach out, grasping his hand in mine before I can think. “Stay. Please.”

For a few moments Bodhi looks shocked at my words, probably worried I’m being influenced by my dragon and her emotions. But as I smile and squeeze his hand in what I hope is a reassuring way, he gives in easily, smiling at me before sitting back on the bed, pulling me into him as he wraps an arm around me.

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the fourth wing #the empyrean #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader #bodhi durran one shot #bodhi durran #bodhi fourth wing #bodhi durran x reader

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petriwriting · 2 days ago

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Summary: Sirius publicly displays his love for you.

Slytherin! Feminine! She/her pronouns used

“Shhh,”

You uttered in a demanding tone. You were snogging Sirius Black, whose soft black hair was entangled in your fingers as you embraced. He nuzzled into your neck, your tie barely hanging on and your blouse slightly unbuttoned. All you could think of was how risky it was, but it was exhilarating. Sirius felt the same, more so on the side of not caring if you were to get caught, he was devouring your attention, every moment of it.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you continued to kiss your neck biting down gently and resting his hand on your bottom, knowing not to go any further. That was an unspoken boundary, no sexual acts in public, especially not in the dungeon corridor so late at night. It was risky, sure, but also dangerous.

“Thought you wanted me to quiet down?” Sirius pulled back with a smug look and a chuckle at the irony of you making a noise when you were shushing him moments earlier. His hair was a mess and his lips were red and raw from the contact. “You know what I meant.” You said. “I don’t want anyone to catch us.” You stated with a breath.

You were a Slytherin, and much like Sirius in the fact that your parents were very strict about upkeeping your image and your reputation. Being seen snogging Sirius Black, especially after he had run away from home, would be grounds for being disowned if it came to it, and you couldn’t trust all the students to keep their mouth shut. Even with only his closest friends knowing (although they came upon the information on accident) he wanted to be more. But it was more complicated than that, the thing is you loved him. Adored the boy, and although defensive you would stick up for him if the opportunity rose. He respected your wishes to keep things secret, although to his dismay he wanted to show you off to the world. To hold your hand in hogsmeade, to go on picnics by the forbidden Forrest.

Sirius sighed, straightening his own tie that had come loose. His mood was slightly dampened, but he followed with your wishes. “I just wish things could be different,” he said in a sad tone. “I’m sorry.” You uttered. “I’m sorry Sirius.” You said. You liked him so much. You didn’t want to hurt him and you were so focused on that, that you hadn’t realized you were already doing so.

“As much as I enjoy a late night rendezvous, you know I’d love to make you mine. Officially.” He said. You folded your arms. “You know why we can’t,” you begin, the same old story and the watered down excuses. “I know.” He said taking a step back. “Just know that I’ll be waiting for you.” He said.

You stood there, the tension was thick in the air. You wanted to lock lips again but knew it wouldn’t be appropriate now. After a few moments, you broke the heavy silence. “I should get back to my dorm.” You said quietly. Sirius just stared, his eyes gazed at you with a bit of disappointment. he stepped away even further, stopping himself in his tracks. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You whispered, barely loud enough for the boy to hear it. You watched as he walked away. He had always gone along with it, he’d been cool and relaxed, but that night was different.

. . . .

The next morning you were pulled out of your thoughts and back to reality. A Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture. Tiring, boring, gruesome. Regulus had said your name, and you suddenly remebered you had a partnered assignment with him. Regulus was a handsome boy, younger than his brother and more reserved. He was a good friend, sharing the same house and year. You smiled softly. “Sorry, I’m a bit distracted.” You whispered. Luckily you both sat in the back of the class and regulus had been taking notes so at least one of you knew what was going on. “It’s alright…” he uttered. “Listen,” he began, “I know about you and Sirius. I won’t say anything, but you seem to really make him happy.”

You flushed, your cheeks turning pink. You stared at the back of Sirius’ head who sat nearly in the front row with his bunch. He made you happy too. “I support your decision, either way,” regulus continued. “But I also see how much it’s hurting both of you. We may not act like it, but he is my brother…” regulus continued speaking softly to not disrupt the class. “And you are one of my closest friends. I don’t like to see either of you hurting.” He said.

Hurting? Sure, you felt conflicted, but you hadn’t realized up front that the situation was hurting you. You took Regulus’ words to heart, really letting them dig into you. You felt somewhat guilty, Sirius has been through enough, you heard the stories from both himself and his brother. You knew that he deserved to be happy and to love proudly. You sighed gently, nodding at regulus. “Thanks, Reg.” You said. “I really needed to hear that.”

. . .

Since Sirius had told you those three words, they replayed in your head non-stop. And Regulus’ advice gave you piece of mind over the situation. You found yourself conflicted. All you could do was watch him from across the great hall with his mates, quietly observing his body language. If he was hurting, he didn’t outwardly show it. Maybe Regulus was right…

Sirius sat next to James, who had his arm around lily. On the opposite side of the table was Remus and Peter. “I really love her.” Sirius stated. Leaving his friends silent, James chuckled. “The same way you loved Marlene Mckinnion in our second year?” He gouged. Lily smacked his arm. “Don’t be rude! I think it’s romantic.” Lily stated, glaring at James playfully. “That was just a crush,” Sirius said sternly. “This is different.”

The bunch had been discussing relationships, with Lily and James being the new it couple, and new gossip spreading around. Luckily the great hall was empty enough no one could really hear unless they were ease dropping. “Well love or not you have to move on eventually.” Peter said in his nasally voice. The topic even made Remus chime in with some wise words. “I believe true love can find anyone, you just have to believe in it.” He said. It was profound, likely something he read in a book. “Okay nerd,” Peter snickered. “I do believe it to be true. If you love this girl, and it’s meant to be it will find a way.” Remus stated. “Not everyone can be as fortunate as Lily and James,” he teased. James winked at him and gave Lily a kiss on the cheek.

“I just don’t know what to do.” Sirius said in defeat. “Shy of announcing it to the whole school, there isn’t much you can do right now, pads.” James said, Lily’s presence had softened his attitude now. “She wants to keep our relationship a secret, and I feel like I’m lying to myself.” Sirius said, he usually didn’t mope so much but you were different, he never felt this way with anyone before.

“She hangs around my brother so much, he’d make the perfect husband. He’s got our money… and I taught old reg to be charming, and he’s slytherin since that seems to matter so much.” Sirius mumbled.

Lily reached out and placed her hand on sirius’. “I think you should follow your heart Sirius. Your house or blood status shouldn’t matter, love is amazing and powerful and it will follow you.” She said, wise words for a teenage girl. She was caring and motherly, and kept the boys in check most of the time.

“I guess you’re right,” Sirius said finally. “But maybe I should leave the quaffe in her court.” Finality in his voice. He listened on as Peter changed the subject to something that didn’t matter really, not while his mind and heart were in a different place. He was feeling down but he stayed hopeful.

. . .

You woke up particularly early, early enough the sun was still hiding and everything was still dark and the halls were illuminated by the star light. A chilly morning at that. You dragged yourself out of bed. You hadn’t slept nearly at all last night, tossing and turning and contemplating your relationship with Sirius. You felt awful with how you left things, three words hanging out in the air like a clothes line. As you prepared for the day ahead, you tried to be mindful and stay positive though it was proven to be difficult. You were worried you’d ruin the only relationship that was every truly good for you.

You remebered the party where you first met Sirius, knowing who he was but never speaking to him. How that evening blossomed over the past 8 months, now carrying deeper feelings. The school year was almost over, and you couldn’t not see him and pretend he didn’t exist just because of your parents and your family’s expectations for you. That would be awful and torturous. You had to take some kind of action, but then it was the question of how you do so. Regulus had told you to just tell Sirius how you felt and to be honest. Obvious advice, if you would have listened to it a lot sooner everything would be vastly different.

You left your dorm as your room mates were waking, careful not to make much noise. The halls were quiet, and you procrastinated going towards the Gryffindors common area, wandering slowly and taking the long way before hand. Finally, you had come across the 4 mauraders. All of them, including Sirius acted like they didn’t know you when you approached them. Your heart was racing, but you swallowed the feeling and tapped on Sirius’ shoulder. “Can we talk?” You asked. “Privately.” Adding. He looked at you, shocked, and nodded.

His friends acted nonchalant, as if they were up to something, and they wandered towards the great hall where they met up with a clueless lily. You watched as students poured into the great hall, It was just before breakfast and was starting to grow louder with chatter and laughter of students of all ages.

You walked along, leaving some space between the grand doors of the great hall and the students shuffling into the room. You stood there, in the corridor, unable to speak for once. You looked at Sirius, not knowing what to say or how to say it, but he knew. Sirius always knew. It was part of why he was so alluring.

You opened your mouth to speak but he had cut you off. “I meant what I said.” He said sternly. “I love you.” Normally you would have shushed him or pretended to argue to keep up the appearance, but you didn’t care in that moment. “And I need not just you, but everyone to know that,” he goes on. You let him speak, because it’s sweet and genuine and you know he won’t make you explain yourself. “I want to hold hands in hogsmeade, share lollies from honeydukes and curl up by the fire place, hell I’d even go on a double date with lily and James,” he says, his voice is desperate like he had been needing to get it off his chest for some time.

“Siri,” you cooed gently, tenderly. “I just need you to trust me.” You nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed you hands. “Do you trust me?” You locked into his gaze, ignorant to the students that had just seen you two as they entered the hall. “Yes.” You said. “Are you sure?” Sirius confirmed.

“Absolutely.” You agreed.

Without another word Sirius grabbed your hand interwoven with his own and matched the two of you right into the great hall. He stepped up onto the center of the table, ignoring to students who had protested or gave weird looks to the two of you. You looked at him for a moment, entirely confused, but you trusted him and whatever he had planned. This was part of the reason why you had grown to love him so much. Now you had everyone’s attention, even some of the faculty looked beyond curiously.

Sirius pulled you close to him and kissed you deeply, in front of all the prying and jealous eyes and embraced you for the whole school to see. James whistled and his mates cheered. A long drawn out “Awwwww!” Was earned from lily. You flushed, once you realized everyone was looking at you.

Sirius stepped down off the table and reached his hand out to hold yours while you stepped down, and then sat with you by his friends.

“Well, wasn’t that romantic.” James encouraged patting Sirius on the back. He held your hand under the table and squeezed it to give you reassurance. You cheeks were warm and you were still slightly flustered.

“Mates, this is Y/N. My Girlfriend.” Sirius said. You had talked about becoming official so many times, but you always hesitated. Now this love felt freeing, knowing that it was now a reality and not just a thought or a fantasy.

The boys introduced themselves, although you knew most of their names. Even lily was excited and you shared a moment where you both giggled about being the only girls in the group now, the honorary girlfriends, she had said. The conversation was light, fun. More importantly you saw how elated and joyed Sirius was to now proudly love you in public. It was the beginning of a very beautiful official relationship. A day you’d remeber during your wedding vows . . .

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How To Make Two Lovers Of Friends

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Aizawa is taking a much-needed break after the war with Shigaraki and All For One. He isn't looking for anything in particular; that is, until he spots you in a goth themed coffee house. A whirlwind romance ensues in this one shot, filled to the brim with sexual tension, fluff, and smut.

Alternative/goth fem! Reader

Fair warning, this one is the first fic I'd ever written, so it isn't my best work. It does hold a special place in my heart though and I hope it's enjoyable for someone!

Morning light came dappled through the windows as you took your favorite seat at the coffee house, just like you did every morning to start your day. This coffee shop went by the name Bauhaus; probably a nonsequedor to most, but a familiar homage to a band for you. It had this witchy aesthetic, filled with books and old vinyls that made you feel at peace. You never really saw places like this when you still lived in America, at least not in your neck of the woods. How absolutely lucky that you lived just a few blocks away!

You ordered yourself the special for this month: The Headless Horseman, an iced pumpkin and caramel breve to celebrate the upcoming fall season, a welcome respite from the August heat. Smoothing away the creases on your black velvet dress, you thanked the barista, who you typically made small talk with but were not quite on a first name basis with just yet, and took your seat once again to finish reading your book. The leaves rattled in the wind outside and rapped against the building like old bones in a wooden sarcophagus.

"A storm is coming soon," you say quietly to yourself.

Gentle thunder thrums in the distance like the soft beating of a lambskin drum, and a small grin makes itself at home on your lips.

Perfect reading weather.

Adjusting yourself on the bench beneath your legs, your mouth curved at the edges, eliciting a slight hum from your lips.

Ah.

Spooky, scary peace.

Outside the confines of the coffee house, though, the weather was much less enjoyable. The heroes Eraserhead and Present Mic both trudged through heavy raindrops, soaked like wet dogs, caught off guard by the sudden change in weather. Aizawa scowled at his mess of dark hair getting drenched.

"Damn, this weather is nasty!" Said Mic, voice unintentionally booming.

He looked around and scouted for shelter as the thunder rolled, and settled on the closest bit of light he could see, pointing his finger at Bauhaus so as to motion for Aizawa to head that way.

They stopped at the overhang to dry off a bit before entering when Aizawa got a peek inside the shop. He took note of the band posters and bookshelves littering the walls, the violet-hued plants hanging from the ceiling and shelves, the generally alternative vibe that exuded from the place.

"I don't know, Hizashi," he stated hesitantly.

"What's the big deal? It's not like you'll look out of place," Hizashi was frank, opening the door with no apprehension. He gave a quick chuckle that sounded like taps on a hot microphone.

It was true, Aizawa typically dressed in all black. Now that he was taking a break, though, he didn't always have his scarf on him. He was instead accompanied by a patch over his eye and a prosthetic leg. He felt like he usually stood out like a sore thumb.

Aizawa fiddled with his eyepatch and thought about how nice it would be to blend in. He had always tried to lay low, but after the intense battle with Shigaraki, it was harder to avoid the media. Maybe a place like this wasn't such a bad idea. He continued to zone out as Mic spoke much too loudly for the space they were in, as usual, and talked (mostly to himself) about if he should get a coffee or a smoothie.

Aizawa grew slightly embarrassed by his friend's actions as he looked around the room to see if his boisterous voice was bothering the other patrons. It was 6am, still early, so Bauhaus was mostly empty. There was a green haired person on their laptop in the back corner, tucked away, uninvolved in the rest of the shop and seemingly unbothered. Empty seats. A full cup on a table that meant someone would be right back.

Then there was you.

Right beneath the window seat near the front of the shop, a purple vining plant hanging above you, crushed velvet bell sleeves rested upon the table as your fingers gripped the pages of a well-worn copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. Your face was aglow like the moon, scattered with a few freckles that danced across rosy cheeks, long lashes that arched over your half-lidded eyes. The bass of the music swelling over the speakers seemed to engulf Aizawa, thumping in his head, your silken locks being brushed to settle behind your ear as his mouth suddenly dried.

Then, as if on que, you looked up at him just in time for him to hear "oh Lucretia, my reflection", and everything seemed to stand still. He could feel his pulse in his fingertips. You had these gorgeous doe eyes, these pouty little lips that gave a gamine smile to him while he held his gaze for much too long, he was sure of it. You were a vision. A blooming Queen Of The Night. A siren out in the storm.

"Quit staring at her and tell me what you want to drink!"

Aizawa was snapped out of his delusion. Flustered at the comment, he groaned, his eye twitching. Unwilling to break the eye contact with you just yet, your smile grew, and you exchanged glances with him again, causing pink heat to bloom over his face. You sat down your book and made your posture more swanlike as you maintained eye contact with him. His breath hitched at this.

You snuck looks at him for the rest of the time the two were in the shop. You weren't enough of a go-getter to approach him--nor were you brave enough to blatantly ask him out--but you really hoped that maybe he would come in again.

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As mortified as he was by Mic's statement, he knew he had to try to see you again.

Not because he wanted to get to know you or anything.

No.

You just seemed... interesting. You seemed interesting and he felt very comfortable in Bauhaus. In fact, it probably had very little to do with you at all. He was more than likely just transferring these feelings of comfort onto you. After all, it's been a while since he's been able to go out and not feel like he was the one being stared at.

Yes.

This is rational.

This is why he needed to go back. You were just there by happenstance.

Every single weekday morning--and on weekends when he wasn't watching Eri--for an entire month, he was at the shop.

That's just how comfortable he was there. That's how good their plain black coffee was. That's what it meant to have a routine.

It was just a coincidence that he couldn't help but to notice you.

You were always there in that same cozy nook. Some days you were dressed in a band t-shirt and jeans. Some days you were in a plaid skirt and combat boots. Some days you were in a mossy green dress that went to the floor. Some days you wore causal yoga pants that were surely comfortable but made him sweat like a sinner in church. He never knew what exactly he would see you in next, but it was usually the same kind of style. And you always had a book to read, which Aizawa greatly admired. You were studious and attentive with your literature, but also a little bit goofy, judging by the laughter between you and the barista when you picked up your drinks.

But he had also come to find that you were very kind. Although you didn't appear to be a hero, you helped in other ways. You would pay for people's orders if they didn't have enough to cover their purchase. Twice, he watched you pay for the food of a homeless man, and then you sat with this man as an equal, outside on the curb, as the two of you ate breakfast sandwiches and talked. You were softspoken and gentle in your manner of speech, making him feel as though you were reading him to sleep as you talked between bites of food.

He noticed you had the biggest soft spot for animals, though.

You would watch out the window at around 6:15 to see if your little cat friend would show up that day. You would give them a drink of water from your own bottle and cap, offer them bits of bread and meat, and coo at them in a lovely sing-song voice as they ate. The cat didn't want to be touched, they were scarred and matted all to hell; but you were patient every single time. What a beautiful soul you seemed to have.

Aizawa was normally pessimistic, but you made him feel hopeful in humanity. He was certain that you had flaws, as people do, but your acts of kindness always made sure he had a good start to his day. He was always ready to protect you if you ever needed it. The world could use more good people, after all.

One morning in particular, as Aizawa picked up his drink, he noticed a man lazily stroll up to you at your regular nook. This happened to you every so often now that you were in Japan. You were approached by men, and very occasionally other women, maybe a handful of times in your entire life back in the United States. Your best guess is that here you were considered "exotic" since you looked different from most. You almost never saw someone with features like yours, and you were certainly taller than most of the women here, with noticeably longer limbs; all things that weren't exactly beauty standards in America but seemed to garner attention in Japan.

Unfortunately, the attention wasn't usually the kind that you enjoyed, and this guy was no different. He was dressed in an athletic shirt and basketball shorts. Not that you were one to judge, because hell, sometimes you showed up in pastels if the mood so struck you. People weren't bound to the confines of fashion. However, in your experience, men dressed in this clothing who came into Bauhaus tended to be... unsavory. Usually someone looking to fulfill their fetishes.

"Ooo, Cara Mia," he taunted as he approached you.

An Addams Family reference would have otherwise been right up your alley, but when he said the quote, it felt icky somehow. You knew he had to have kept this line in his back pocket regardless of who he came across, anyway. You were in a long sleeved sheer top with a lavender camisole and pair of black bell bottoms. More Stevie Nicks than Morticia Addams. So you did the rational thing and ignored him. You weren't there to be someone's Big Tiddy Goth Girlfriend.

He didn't like that much.

"Hey. I'm talking to you," he spat his words at you with barely concealed contempt.

"I heard you," you flicked your eyes up at him sharply.

Aizawa's body tensed in preparation to spring into action, taking a step forward in your direction.

"I was just being nice. Not like anyone else is going to talk to your ugly old ass," his words were meant to bite at you, but you didn't budge.

"Old? Why, because I dared to live past 16? God, you are disgusting," you sat down your book and shook your head disapprovingly, "creeps like you are always projecting your own insecurities. How sad for you. Fuck off,"

He looked shocked, furious, like he was about to scream something in your face--but stopped abruptly when you started to hum. It was a haunting melody, something akin to a nocturne.

"I think you should go now," you stated plainly.

With this, the man walked out the door in what appeared to be a fugue-like state. And you calmly went back to your book.

Huh. Maybe you didn't need Aizawa's protection.

You just kept getting more and more intriguing.

On his fourth straight week of coming in, a Friday in early September, you decided to finally talk to him since it seemed like you were both regular patrons of the shop now. You made sure to finger-comb your hair before you turned to look at him. He was in his usual black on black sweatpants and sweatshirt, this time with his hair pulled back to reveal his jawline. He was very handsome, you thought.

"Hey there, you," you said after he placed his order of a single black coffee.

He turned around, a bit shocked at the sudden start of such a casual conversation.

"I see you in here a lot lately. I'm not sure if you have the time, but would you like to come sit with me?"

You smiled delicately in an attempt to seem welcoming.

"It would be nice to have some company for a change," you say.

His dark eye bore into you like a bullet coming straight for your gaze. After a moment of collecting his words, he finally settled on replying back:

"Yeah, sure. That would be fine,"

Aizawa tried his best to remain calm and cool, stoic even, refusing to let something so nonchalant shake him.

However, truth be told, you felt a bit shaken yourself. You weren't sure if he would accept your offer or reject it and then stop coming in. You could be so straightforward sometimes, and you felt like you could accidentally make things awkward. But you had a feeling he might at least be interested in getting to know you after your initial interaction with him.

"I'm f/n l/n," You introduced yourself as you stirred your latte with a tiny silver spoon.

"Shota Aizawa," he gave in return.

"Nice to finally meet you," you say with a slight tease in your inflection and a mischievous look.

A blush crept across his face. God, of course you remembered when you two first saw one another. It felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles thinking about it.

"Do you like sitting under the stars?" You ask to cut the silence.

Aizawa looked perplexed. It seemed like an odd thing to ask him. Maybe you liked the outdoors?

"I've never actually been camping. Never really seemed that fun to me," he was eager to continue talking to you, though he wasn't sure exactly why.

You had this glint in your eye, like you knew the punchline to a joke you hadn't even told yet, along with a playful smile. Setting down your cup, you pointed up. That's when he noticed that the ceiling was matte black and painted with silver glittering stars.

"It's one of my favorite things about coming here," you disclosed this information to him, almost as if it were a secret.

It was then that he knew for sure that you weren't like most people.

You two met like this, discussing books and hobbies and music, for another month and a half. Every morning at 6am you could expect to see him waiting at Bauhaus for you, rain or shine. You would get some kind of breve or latte and he would get a strongly brewed black coffee. Sometimes you spoke for an hour before one of you had to go, sometimes you two were there until you were both hungry for lunch. Although the days all started at Bauhaus, occasionally, the day would take the two of you to a nearby ramen shop, a corner store, or a short walk down the block. Anywhere you wanted to go, he was there.

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He now knew that you liked horror movies and would read just about anything you could get your hands on, that you loved animals, you moved here two years ago to help with the mental health crisis in Japan as a grief counselor, and you thoroughly enjoyed humor.

You came to know that he liked cats, was a teacher, liked the smell of rain, he was generally pretty introverted, read comic books as a kid, and had a liking for dark jokes. He had mentioned that he was a hero, a pro hero actually, when the shop was empty one morning. You said that was "so cool" and beamed with pride that you knew him, but you seemed unfamiliar with the Erasure Hero.

You continued to treat him exactly the same.

This was mesmerizing to Aizawa.

Today was one of the days that stretched on like a sleeping cat in a sunny patch. You'd already met once in the morning, breaked for work, and then met again in the late evening. The golden-hour sun was pouring in its warm light, backing you like some kind of seraphem, and painting him in a spreading halo of honeyed peach. The way the flecks of rainbow from the slanted glass flitted over his skin bewitched you.

And you, there at your place, drenched in marigold light that kissed down upon your flawless skin, made him shudder. Your eyes nearly glowed in the light. You appeared fragile, breakable, like spun glass; though he knew you were sturdier than your languid demeanor would let on.

He stuffed down the feelings he was starting to have for you like a snake eating a too large mouse. This was more than just lust, infatuation, or attraction. As scary as it was, he liked you. The butterflies stirred in his belly when you called his name from your window nook and the moths fluttered in yours when he said "I thought I might find you here, y/n," with the slightest upturn of his mouth. You were both nervous about this tension that was building between the two of you, but he was more reserved, whereas you tended to wear your heart on your sleeve. You knew that you would have to be the one to address it.

"Aizawa," you say to him, circling the rim of your cup with your fingertip as you place your other hand in front of his on the table, "I have some errands to run tomorrow... would you maybe want to come with me? It can be hard for me to carry heavy things all the way into my place on my own, and I really want to get some pumpkins to carve,"

This seemed utilitarian enough that he might feel more at ease accepting the invitation, but still deliciously domestic.

Aizawa felt the breath leave his lungs. Going to a pumpkin patch? Carving pumpkins? Like a cute little date?

"You don't have to, if you don't have the time," you stated reassuringly.

"Oh, no. It's nothing like that," His voice broke as he uttered out an answer, "I can go. I'll make the time if I don't have it,"

"Great! Can we meet up around 10?"

"I'll be there,"

"You always are,"

The air hung around the two of you with a lightness for a few seconds. Aizawa could see his reflection in your big glass-like eyes, causing his heart to beat wildly in his chest. You gave a small laugh, crinkling your nose, very aware of the closeness of your faces. He felt like maybe he should kiss you. But did you even like him that way? You could just be friendly and kissing you would be a huge mistake. Everything would come crashing down if he did that. Your trust would be gone. You would be gone. He couldn't take that risk.

But oh, how you wanted him to lean in and touch his lips to your own. You wondered how his stubble would feel against your skin, and if he would taste like that black coffee he was always sipping on. A knot formed in your stomach, this familiar aching, a longing, a fear of the unknown feelings he had for you, and excitement that he might feel the same way. How long had it been since you felt this way? Was it ever this intense?

You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, your heart racing. You could feel that something was bubbling up. Something was about to happen. You were going to lean in closer when the door to the coffee house flew open, and in walked Hizashi.

"I thought I'd find you here, Eraser! You sure love this place lately!" His voice nearly shook the entryway.

Tension gone.

Goodbye, mood.

Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, fully aware that Mic was about to say something daft.

"Watcha got here?" Mic asked enthusiastically, gesturing toward you with a gloved hand, "Shota, do you have a girlfriend you never told me about?"

Fucking Mic.

Aizawa looked pale, sick even.

Of course he wanted you to be his girlfriend. Especially when he was about to go to sleep, or saw some stuffed animal he knew you would like, or when he was in the shower and thinking of how he'd like to see those sultry eyes looking up at him as you put your mouth on his...

"Hizashi, for someone who's entire Quirk is based on sound, you are so damn tonedeaf," Aizawa cut his thoughts loose with this retort.

"Woah, easy there," Mic continued, "I didn't mean to ruffle any feathers. If you guys aren't hooking up, how about I shoot my shot then?" He waggled his brows at you.

Aizawa gritted his teeth and his eye twitched. Like a deer in the headlights, stunned at this brazen show of complete and total assclownery, he sat still in his seat as Hizashi made fools of them both. The lanky devil just didn't know when to stop tap dancing on his last nerve.

Present Mic leaned over the table as you furrowed your brow in response.

"Wanna see why they call me Magic Mic?" He gave a wide grin with this question.

You made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

"Why, did I pique your interest when you saw me bathing on the roof? Did my beauty and the moonlight overthrow you?"

"Bathing on the roof, you say!" Another waggle.

"Careful there, Sisyphus. That boulder's heavier than it looks," you chime back, scribbling something on a napkin.

Aizawa was amused at your quip. It was impressive how quick on your feet you were in conversation, and how well you handled yourself. He knew that Mic was blabbering on in the background, something about alternative chicks and their spicy attitudes, but he couldn't concentrate on anything other than you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Aizawa," you stated while getting up from your seat, "here's my number. Text me and I'll send you my address so you can meet me at my place, okay?"

Aizawa swallowed the lump in his throat and then nodded in agreement. He took the napkin in his hand and noticed you put a little heart next to your number.

Fuck.

Please let this be a date.

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The next morning, at 10am sharp, Aizawa reached the front door to your apartment. He didn't even need to look at the number when he saw the fall wreath, covered in leaves and mini pumpkins, suspended from its metal hook. He slicked back his raven hair with his palms, attempting to keep his locks captured in a ponytail, all the while his stomach churned in anticipation. He gave a knock at the door, and you were there almost immediately. Had you been waiting for him?

In reality, yes, you had been. You were ready by 9:30 and then paced around your room before you sat by the door and waited for him to show up. You gave him a big grin as you greeted him, admiring his forearms with his sleeves rolled up. You looked him over, half covered in the shade of your awning, hair pulled back, his trim figure cut well in his dark jeans and gray sweater. Oh my god, he even shaved! That was so cute to you. He shaved for your pumpkin patch adventure. You swooned and felt that tension in your belly build back up. It made you feel like a teenager again, having a crush like that. You kicked at some rocks on your porch in a bashful display.

God how he wanted to put his hands on you when he saw you stepping out of your doorway. You were wearing a burnt orange sundress, a black cardigan with pumpkins lining the bodice, thigh high black pantihose, with black Mary Janes and a wide-brimmed felt hat. You always knew what flattered your figure, what colors brought out your eyes and complimented your skintone. He felt so typical, like such a stereotype, because that sundress was doing something for him.

"You okay with me driving?" You asked, taking a step closer to him.

He tensed at the prospect of being touched by you, and nodded in agreement. Grabbing your keyfob, you pressed twice to start your vehicle, a completely black car with darkly tinted windows. It was very bold, very dark, and very you.

"You can mess with the volume however you'd like. I don't mind," you told him as you started flipping through your music on the car's touchscreen radio.

Aizawa took note of how eclectic your music was. You seemed to like songs with lots of bass and rumble, and you listened to plenty of Sisters of Mercy, but you also had music that took him off guard: hyper-pop, musical numbers, heavy metal--a smorgasbord of songs on a hodgepodge of a playlist. He could never quite pin you down. As soon as he thought he knew your next move, you pulled an Uno Reverse card, and it was enthralling. He liked a challenge.

He was captured by you as you settled on Love Me by The 1975 and enthusiastically sang along to every word, miming exaggerated faces when the beat picked up. You rolled the windows down and threw your hat in the back seat to feel the wind through your hair.

You glanced over at him briefly as you sang, smiling, glowing, just letting loose with him in a way that felt more intimate than he would've imagined a car ride could feel. Your hair flipped, twisting around your face in the breeze.

He noticed how careful you were with your car, how gingerly you braked at stoplights, and joked "I think my grandpa might actually drive faster than you do,"

"Hey," you replied "I pay a lot of money for this car," you felt a bit embarrassed tagging on the next part of "besides.. it's important to follow traffic laws."

He couldn't help but admire how pragmatic you were about this. You were so soft. Willing to stand up for yourself, but always making sure everyone else was safe. You had a hero heart.

You went back to singing to music, this time Can't Hold Me by Emily King. You always seemed so in your element when music was involved.

"You have a really nice voice," Aizawa stated without thinking. It rolled off of his tongue in an easy sort of way that didn't normally come naturally to him.

"Oh, thanks. It's part of my quirk I guess,"

"You have a quirk?" It was more of a statement than a question. He was pretty positive he'd already seen your quirk in action.

"Well, yeah; but I don't use it much. It's one of those quirks that when you tell people about it they think you're a villain," your voice trailed off a bit and he looked at you with one raised brow.

A sigh escaped your lips.

"If I sing a certain melody, I can make people do whatever I want. They become really pliable and easy to manipulate. But I can only use it on one person at a time, and it's only the one song, and you would know if I was using it," you tried your best to make sure he knew you weren't using it to make him talk to you, or to make him come with you today.

"Quirks are what you make of them. And I don't think that you would ever purposefully hurt someone, y/n. You're better than that,"

On impulse, upon parking the car at the pumpkin patch, you grabbed his hand with Eat Sleep Wake by Bombay Bicycle Club playing softly in the background. The first real physical contact you two had that wasn't accidental. It was warm, and sweet, and electric. Breathing felt like there was a weight on your chest when you realized what happened, and it caught in your throat when he squeezed your hand back.

Eat.

Sleep.

Wake.

Nothing but you.

God, please just kiss me, you thought. Kiss me. Better yet, take me into this pumpkin patch and peel these pantihose off with your teeth. You were getting to the point where all of this constant winding you up had you wanting him to fuck you absolutely stupid.

Aizawa felt warm, feverish. Like he was going to melt through the seat of the car and burn to cinders on the ground. He was smoldering like a pile of ash in your hand. Goddamn it was hard to concentrate now. Where was he at? Was there a world around the two of you? Did he even care? He wasn't sure if it was right to think of you like this, though, and it happened nearly every day since meeting you. That part of him had been lying dormant for what felt like years and now suddenly these feelings were coming for him with a vengeance. He wasn't sure what to do.

"We should.. we should grab some pumpkins. Do you... like the lumpy ones?"

Shit. Did he really just ask you that? God, you must have thought he was stupid.

But you didn't. You were eating this up.

"Dude. I love me a lumpy pumpkin," was your reply.

The two of you took in the crisp autumn air and October's bright blue sky as you sipped on a warm apple cider from the drink stand. Much to his initial disapproval, you finally got him to take a sip from your cup. His heart skipped a beat drinking from the same spout where your mouth had been just a few seconds prior. You took two small pumpkins from the display they had on top of some hay bales, slipped them into a big burlap tote bag, and then headed to the field to pick out bigger pumpkins for carving.

"Do you think frogs have friends?"

"I... what?"

He wasn't sure if you were being genuine with this question.

"Well, cows make friends, and.. I don't know, I was just thinking about how maybe when frogs start to get ready for the cold weather, they find another frog that they like, and then they hibernate next to them in the mud," your statement was matter-of-fact, "or I guess technically the frogs we have here go into a state of topor, not full hibernation. But still,"

Aizawa was taken aback at this topic. You were actually wondering about the loneliness of amphibians.

"Y/n, I don't think frogs get lonely. I doubt they have high enough brain functioning to care,"

"Or maybe they do, and we'll never know, because nobody stopped to find out,"

He enjoyed that you always spoke your mind. Even if someone didn't like what you had to say, you just started a conversation based on whatever thoughts you had in your head. You were smart, but whimsical. It was so easy to talk to you and have a logical dialogue without feeling like it was getting stale.

You kicked at rocks, marveled at the fall leaves, and had this general sense of wonder. Aizawa found it fascinating how dichotomous you were. You were kind of mysterious, but you still had this youthful charm about you. He found himself to be more apathetic than anything. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't see the beauty in the things around him, he just didn't tend to pay attention at all. He was always burning the candle at both ends and pushing himself to his absolute limits, so what was the point? Who cared of frogs had friends?

"I wish I shared your passion for life," he commented.

"My grandparents were like this, and they raised me, so I guess it rubbed off. Actually, they're kind of why I came here. My grandpa always spoke about how beautiful Okinawa was. After they passed, I jumped at the opportunity to come see Japan for myself,"

You hadn't talked about anything that wasn't skin deep in what seemed like an eternity, and you felt like he was really listening, processing your words.

"Oh!" You stopped in your tracks, "I can't believe I forgot to give you this,"

From the bottom of your burlap sack, you pulled out a bag of salty black licorice.

"This is for you,"

His favorite snack.

Aizawa reached out his hand and took it delicately, as if it were precious to him.

"How did you know?"

"I saw you eyeing some once at a corner store. When I saw they had some here, I had to get it for you. They make it in house, so I bet it's delicious!" You sounded so excited over a bag of licorice.

Feeling a bit silly over frogs and candy, you blushed, cheeks already slightly ruddy from all of the walking.

"But we should probably go back to picking out some pumpkins, I guess," your words came out much smaller than you intended them to.

His heart swelled. You were paying attention to him, too.

The gourds were all shapes and sizes, all the colors from striking persimmon to pale yellow, from perfectly round to as lumpy as the night was long.

Clearly, you picked the lumpiest.

Loading your goods into the car, a flash of color at another stand caught Aizawa's eye.

"You stay here. I'll be right back," he commanded.

"Okay. Just let me know if you want any help,"

The stand was full of handmade trinkets: wooden hair combs, decorative mirrors with widdled handles, and silk kimonos. One garment stood out to him--emerald green with goldenrod flowers patterned over it--that, for some reason, made him think of frogs. This would do nicely.

Upon his return, he found that he really wasn't sure how to give you a gift. This was certainly not his forte. He couldn't even remember the last time he gave someone a present. Then again, he couldn't recall that last time he had received one before this day, either. Besides, you were worth the uncomfortability.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't form. You looked slightly amused, which made him even more nervous.

"I have something for you. To repay you for the gift you gave me earlier," his voice uttered out much smaller than he remembered.

The joy that spread from cheek to cheek was practically tangible for him as he handed you the paper bag. Your eyes were alight like fireworks.

"You got me a present?"

You felt a fluttering in your chest. You didn't even care what it was, he explicitly thought of you, and that made you happy in earnest.

The container was compact enough that you figured there was some kind of candy to be retrieved from it, but you opened it to see green and yellow fabric. You were stunned when you recognized it from the stand you two had passed on your way out. It had to have been expensive.

"Aizawa.. this is too much. I-I can't accept this," you stammered.

"Yes you can. Like I said, it's for the licorice,"

"This isn't exactly in the same category as candy, though, I--"

"Just try it on," he interrupted you, his hand raised as if to stop any further protesting.

And you thought about protesting--you really did--but caved, knowing he wouldn't give up until you accepted it. Your attempts to dispute his gift would be futile. So you marveled at the silk garment, feeling its slick material between your fingers. You'd never owned something like this before. You took off your cardigan and draped the kimono over your body, savoring how soft and airy it was on your skin, feeling like a princess.

"I'm not sure if this is a color you like, so if you don't like it, we can go exchange it," his voice had a hushed tone.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"No. No, it's perfect. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much, this was so sweet of you," your words rang out like a bell.

The breeze picked up and blew your wavy hair as you stood there in your gown, picturesque, cottony clouds lining the skies.

What a wonderful day.

"Alright then," you said with vigor, "takoyaki is on me!"

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When you returned home, you carved Aizawa's pumpkin together (a very classic orange pumpkin, perfect for Jack O Lanterns), swatting your cats off of the counter as they came to sniff at the seedy innards laid out on a sheet of parchment paper. You felt at home like this. You felt safe, content, like this is how life was meant to be.

You watched him as he placed the carved Jack O Lantern out on your porch, and took notice of the strands of raven hair that were falling out of his messy bun, delicately sweeping over his strong jaw and neck. The knot in your stomach returned, and with it came a sensation like you were on the downhill slope of a rollercoaster. It was a feeling of passion welling up inside of you, ready to tear open at your seams.

And you wanted more.

You wanted him to want you.

Worried that he might go home now that the sun had set, you asked if he would want to watch a movie with you. He was elated at the idea of cuddling up with you on the couch. How could he say no to that?

"Okay. What did you have in mind?"

"Have you ever watched Hocus Pocus?"

"No, never heard of it,"

"What?! It's a Halloween classic! I'll change into some house clothes and then we'll get started. Be right back, Shota,"

A chill ran down his spine, prickling the back of his neck at the sound of you saying his name. You called him Shota. And now you were comfortable enough with him to change into pajamas. He felt almost floaty.

Aizawa was expecting you to come out in sweatpants and a t-shirt, something comfy, something plain. He enjoyed the prospect of you coming out in soft pants and fuzzy socks. There was something so heartwarming and cozy about it that he--holy fucking shit.

You came out, as casual as humanly possible, in a pair of tiny little sleeping shorts and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt with no bra. The shirt was soft, but snug, and showed off every curve of your body through the semi-sheer fabric. He had already gotten a good look (or ten) at your ass in a nice pair of pants, but this.. were you trying to kill him? You were already all legs, and now the shorts... Aizawa scanned your body to see that you were wearing stockings that hugged your legs and made divots in the plush flesh of your upper thighs. They were Ninja Turtle green and woven like a tubesock.

Of course you were wearing these fuck me socks. That way, you could definitely say that you were completely covered from head to toe, that these were normal house clothes. Nothing here but regular old pajamas. And look, see, you totally did like green!

Your couch was small, but Aizawa sat on one end, hoping that you would sit alllll the way on the other end so that he could curl up as much as possible and you wouldn't see... things. But you weren't having it. You wanted to be able to cut the tension with a knife. You wanted to make sure this sexual frustration was palpable until it drove him to action. So you snuggled up next to him and rested your head on his chest.

He took notice that the shorts nearly disappeared when you sat down, and thought about what they might look like if you were bending over. Your tits looked great through your clothes, but your ass drove him wild. He wished for the TV to mess up somehow so you would have to get down on all fours to fix it, maybe even spread your legs just enough that your sex would peek over the side of the material, sopping and messy and begging for him.

Oh lord Jesus, Vishnu, Thor, whoever the fuck was up there just give him strength. Give his waistband extra elasticity and give his poor heart a rest so that maybe you wouldn't hear it pounding through his chest. But you did hear it. You knew exactly what you were doing when you placed your hand on his thigh and traced your fingertips down to his knee while you stared ahead at the TV screen.

Under the guise of laughing at a witch riding a vacuum cleaner, you squeezed his leg, and he jumped in his seat.

Oh.

This was torture for him.

And you liked that.

A lot.

He made a pathetic attempt to stealthily lean into you, just enough so that he could get a better whiff of your hair. You smelled like vanilla and something a little floral and spicy, like a jasmine rice desert. The thought crossed his mind that you might taste just as sweet.

"Doing okay, Shota?" Your voice this time was chesty, sensual, almost like an invitation rather than a question, and you could feel him shudder in response.

There it was again. Shota. He fucking loved the way his name dripped from your lips like honey. He nodded in agreement and you patted his leg to let him know you felt the nod.

You could feel your shorts heating up and your breathing changing pace when you heard him let out little sputters of air at your touch. It was intoxicating, hearing him get excited, smelling the sweat building between the two of you in this blissful hell of your own making.

Small beads of liquid made a wet spot up near his waistband while he took in your body heat, trying his best to focus on the screen and not the friction of you against him, or the fact that he could see your nipples plainly through your shirt. Readjusting yourself, you stretched and let out a whine in the process, and your elbow brushed up against something in his lap.

With a quick grunt, he stood up suddenly, and said "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back,"

You gave him an "okay", and paused the movie for him. Maybe it was just in your imagination, but you could swear you saw a tent in his pants when he got up.

What you wouldn't give to toy with him for just a little while longer.

A curse left his lips as he got himself off in your bathroom. God, he just couldn't take it anymore. He thought about you moaning, whining, mewling into his ear, your bodies entangling. You little cocktease. Did you even know what you were doing to him? He finished in record time, expecting to have a sense of relief, but only finding that he craved more. Guilt took ahold of him when the thought crossed his mind that he shouldn't be thinking of you this way. This was so shameful, what he just did, making his hand all sticky from thinking of you. He rinsed his face with cool water to get rid of some of the sweat, and exited, stating that he needed to head home due to not feeling well.

Your heart sank, and the realization hit you that you may have made him uneasy with your forwardness. Maybe he didn't like you that way after all. You hoped that you hadn't just ruined things between the two of you.

Aizawa didn't want to hurt your feelings, and he could tell that he probably did; but he needed to get out of your apartment before he bent you over the couch.

So he left your place after an entire 12 hours together, beating himself up for not making a move, harboring resentment for his own lack of initiative. He was used to coming after villains, but this whole "love" thing really scared him. Love? He mulled the word over in his head. Worried it between his teeth. You two hadn't spent a single day without seeing each other in like two months. And he sure as hell didn't see himself picking out pumpkins with Hizashi any time soon.

He laid there in bed, trying his best to fall asleep, but the day just replayed in his head on a loop. His mattress was normally soft and welcoming, something that could easily lull him to sleep, but tonight it felt empty. Tonight, he felt alone. Until his phone buzzed from his nightstand.

You: is it too soon to text you?

Him: it's never too soon for you to talk to me.

You: good :) I was worried when you left in such a hurry.

You: and I miss you already.

Aizawa sat up in bed after reading your most recent message. You... missed him. He wasn't sure if he was reading that right. The blue light from his phone illuminated his face, now standing apart from the inky blackness of his room. He could feel you radiating from it.

Him: maybe you should stop by my place tomorrow afternoon then.

You: I'd really like that.

You: good night, Shota. <3

Him: see you soon.

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He made sure to take care of himself in the shower before the next afternoon, not wanting a repeat of the previous night. Best case scenario, now he would last longer if you two ended up fooling around. He even double checked that Eri was in the dorms at UA again today. That was just wishful thinking, though. Sex these days would probably only come from pity for him. Poor washed-up hero, missing an eye, missing a leg. That's the last thing he needed right now.

He cleaned up around his apartment, wiping down the counters and making the area look welcoming for you. Why did he want to impress you so badly? Ugh, this was so embarrassing. He never worried about what people thought of him in any other scenario, but now, here he was, fluffing his brand new throw pillows and applying cologne to his neck and chest.

You knocked on the door, straightening the skirt of your dress, the same one you were wearing the morning you two first met. Aizawa answered the door in a gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, his hair loose and his eyes heavy-lidded when he looked down at you. That dress again. Clingy, short, nipped at the waist to show off your curves. Christ, you were beautiful. He welcomed you in, the smell of bergamot wafting from him.

His apartment was bigger than yours by quite a bit. It had a floating island in the kitchen, slate colored walls, a black sectional positioned in the living room atop a white shag rug, and circular lights that were recessed within the ceiling.

"Wow, your place is so nice. Shit. I'm sorry I made you come to my hovel last night," you partially joked, impressed with how well his home was put together.

"That's stupid. I liked being at your place,"

So he did like it.

You saw something moving out of the corner of your eye through the doorway of the other room.

"Is that a punching bag?" You asked with a wry smile.

"Gotta keep myself in shape. Want to give it a go?" His voice was low, almost challenging you to take him up on the offer.

"Oh, I don't know. I lift weights but I don't really do a lot of cardio. I'd just end up humiliating myself, honestly," you said sheepishly.

"Come on, y/n, spar with me. I'll go easy on you,"

"Okay, okay," you gave in and walked toward the next room, which you could see upon closer inspection was full of gym equipment. You felt out of your element, but you were willing to make yourself look like a fool if it meant he was enjoying himself.

You gave the bag a light punch as Aizawa held onto it, half afraid that you would mess it up somehow, or maybe even break your damn hand. It felt like it was full of some kind of particulate. Maybe sand? Oh god, you probably looked like some kind of lazy sack, not even knowing how to punch a fucking bag.

"I know you can do better than that. You've got more power in you. Come on,"

You punched again.

"Harder. Don't hold back!" He growled.

That was kind of sexy, actually, and now you were a little distracted. You balled your hand into a fist, made sure your thumb was facing outside, and used all of this pent up frustration to wallop the daylights out of the bag. Your knuckles made contact with a padded thud, and you let out a small grunt.

"Atta girl," he praised you, his voice like whisky.

God, hearing him say that was like a dopamine hit. You were disoriented. You were already clumsy, and now your brain felt like a can of cranberry sauce splattered out onto a plate.

Aizawa stepped away from the bag, a terse expression plastered onto his face.

"Now act like I'm coming after you and try to pin me. Remember, it doesn't matter that I'm bigger than you. Use strategy to overpower me,"

You mustered up all of your strength, all of your courage, and leapt toward his torso. He didn't try to block you, so you knew he was going easy on you... but you also knew you didn't do it right when you went off to the side and started to veer straight for the wall. He grabbed you by both wrists and wedged himself between your legs in order to cushion your fall, and you landed upright, straddling him as he lay on his back.

You were both panting, eyes dilated, a wildness boiling within you like animals. He let go of your wrists and your hands softly found their rest on his chest as it heaved.

"Y/n," he laughed, "that was awful,"

You rolled your eyes and shifted your weight into less of a stiff position.

"I told you I was bad at this. I am a lover, not a fighter," you mused.

Moving ever so slightly on top of him, you saw his eye widen, his lips parted to let a small gasp escape from them.

"Get up. Please," he stated with a tone of fear.

He looked genuinely terrified.

You felt him hardening underneath you. A red hue painted his entire face at the realization of the situation he was in, his blood pulsing through his body rapidly.

"Why," you said breathily "don't you want me?"

Overstimulated, his brain didn't process what you'd just said to him.

Your lungs feel like they're about to lunge straight out of your chest, your core aching to be filled. You'll have to make sure that he really gets the point. Now was the time to be honest with him, maybe even be a little dirty with him.

"I want to know.. I mean.." talking felt hard. Your blood supply seemed starved from your brain.

"Do you touch yourself when you think of me?"

He was trembling like a leaf under you. Was this a trick question? Yes, he just fucked himself to you this morning, AND last night in YOUR bathroom. Is that what he was supposed to say? He swallowed thickly, clamoring to gather up some kind of sentient thought to say to you.

"I do," you filled the gap, "I think of you that way. A lot, actually,"

You ground your pelvis up and down his length, the fabric of his pants rough against him, eliciting a grunt through his gritted teeth.

You took his shaking hand and placed it between your thighs, right on the dampness that was spreading at your center, sopping for him and him alone.

"I want you, Shota. I want you bad," your words were like poetry spouting from your lips.

He rubbed you through your wet panties, soaked and clinging to you like a second skin, and then pulled them to the side for easier access to your clit. He rubbed light circles around it and watched you writhe on top of him, taking in the noises you were making, so painfully hard he felt as though he would cum in his pants just from watching you. He stopped his teasing and placed both hands on your hips, the pair of you frenzied for more.

You crashed your lips to his, both of you giving in to a hungry kiss, passionate and hard, tongues swirling and teeth clashing. You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him into you, starved for his taste. He keened into your touch as if it would soon disappear. Leaving his face only to grab a handful of his mussed hair, you tugged at it, causing him to moan into your mouth. He explored your body with haste, grabbing your ass, sinking the pads of his fingers into your skin. You could feel him throbbing underneath you, so you palmed him through his pants, and with a jerk, he threw his head back onto the floor.

"Fuck. Y/n. If you keep going..."

You tugged at the waist of his pants, then dragged featherlight touches across his exposed cock teasingly. He felt you smile against his skin as you nuzzled the crook of his neck, letting out a muffled groan that tapered off into a high-pitched whine.

He let out an involuntary whimper, almost pitiful with how much yearning was within it.

"You gonna cum for me already? Hmm?"

That was it.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Something within him snapped and a growl poured from him, rumbling in his chest.

With hurried hands, he pulled your dress over top your head, revealing that you were wearing nothing but lacy black panties underneath. You were stunning. Like a Greek statue of Aphrodite herself. He was never able to fully imagine your naked form before, and this was a perfect frame of reference for later. He wanted nothing more than to get absolutely drunk off of you.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," his voice was raw and saturated with desire.

"I want you to touch me," you murmur, suddenly feeling a little shy.

"Touch you?" Aizawa said with a chuckle, "I'm going to devour you,"

Before you were given the chance to react, he bucked into you and then slid you from his lap and onto the floor, gripping your underwear and throwing them off on your way down. He took off his shirt expeditiously to reveal his taught and muscular body. You ran your fingers across the scars on his chest, which gave an almost tickling sensation, all the way down to the hair that trailed from his naval to his pants. He was beautiful. So fit that he looked like he could play himself in some kind of Marvel movie.

Casting the clothing aside, he laid you flat onto the floor, kissing from your lips, to your neck, to your nipple where he sucked and flicked his tongue, using his free hand to caress the other, groping greedily at your plush flesh. You moaned lightly at his touch. Separating from you, his pupil was blown out as your pheromones hit him in the face, and he pulled your legs apart to fully expose you.

"Look at your pretty little pussy,"

He slipped a digit inside of you and did a curling motion until he found the spot that made you whimper underneath him. He watched as your face went from shocked to a look of pleading for more, lashes fluttering.

He clicked his tongue.

"And look at you. So fucking needy. So ready for me to take you,"

He removed his finger and used it to play with your clit, making waves of pleasure shoot through your body, a white-hot coil tightening in your core just above where he was touching.

"Sh-Shota... please, fuck me," you begged, nearly mewling.

He hissed through his teeth, peering down at you as if you were prey.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't even sit without thinking of me. But first, I'm going to make you cum on my tongue," he was serious with his words, meticulous, making sure you knew exactly what he had planned for you. Sweet, slow burning anticipation sent tingles up and down your spine.

He put your legs on his shoulders and went back to the spot inside of you that made you cry, this time sucking on your clit in tandem, fully encapturing it with his lips. Your mouth was now agape in a breathy scream as you clamp down on his fingers, moving your hips in time with him, riding waves of pleasure as he brings you closer to the edge. He lets out an appreciative groan as you say his name, the noises coming out of you so lewd and sinful that you hope the neighbors don't call someone for a wellness check.

Aizawa absentmindedly pressed himself against the floor, nearly frantic for some kind of touch while he watched you squirming beneath him, but it does little to quell the ache he has in his center. You tasted like sweet tarts and made these lustful gasps, and it drove him absolutely mad to know he was doing that to you, that these reactions were from his own touch.

You can feel the pressure building, building, building until it finally spills over like a dam. He moans at the realization, feeling your pussy spasm under his tongue.

"Oh my god.. Oh fuck, Shota!" You cry out for him as you melt into his mouth.

He's breathless as he pulls himself away from you, mouth slick, still slipping his fingers in and out of you in an allowance to ride out the rest of your orgasm. He looks feral. Like he could tear into you. Destroy you.

He drags his cheek across your thigh.

"Good girl," he grunts, "good fucking girl,"

You look up at him with your mouth partially open, your eyes heavy with want, and with one fell swoop you sit up and pull down his sweatpants to reveal his throbbing cock, wet and dripping from the tip. You take the whole thing into your mouth, sucking, swirling your tongue, cranking your hand around his shaft like you're ready to milk the soul straight out of him. He grunts, moving his hips to pump into your mouth as you open wider, holding out your tongue so you can take in as much of his length as possible. He brought you closer until you were practically flush against him, all the while you were committing the look on his face to memory.

You can tell this is about to break him, so you tighten your grip in a pulsating pattern, moaning on his length to send vibrations through him. His movements are becoming erratic, fervent, and you cannot fucking wait to see him come apart at your doing.

Suddenly, he pulls himself from your mouth with a vulgar pop, and you're gasping for sweet breaths of air after some of the sloppiest head you've given in your life.

"I knew you'd be good at that," Aizawa choked out, his dick throbbing in front of you, "but we're not done yet,"

He lightly pushed you back onto the ground and put your ankles up onto his shoulders, putting his tip right up against your entrance. His muscles twitched in anticipation and you reveled in his godlike form.

"Is this okay?" He asked you, gently.

You laughed a bit at the question.

With all the heat and want you can channel, you look up at him from your place on the floor and rasp "ruin me, Shota,"

He gives you a wicked smile, one you've never seen him wear before, and pushes himself inside of your aching pussy, holding onto your leg for leverage. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, a bit unprepared for his full girth inside of you. It doesn't take long for you to start moving along with him though, and he begins to thrust harder, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

Biting your lower lip, you throw your head back, attempting to keep from screaming as he delves into you. He removes his hand from your leg to grab your jaw, and locking eyes says "look at me. I want to see your face when I make you cum,"

This coaxes a moan from you, and he gives a gutteral response to his cock being squeezed.

"Good girl. You're taking me so well. God, you're so tight," his voice is husky and deep.

He needed more.

Aizawa takes his free hand and starts to rub your clit, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you can feel that knot in your stomach forming again. You're about to come undone already, and he can feel you tightening around him like a vice.

"Fuck that feels so good," your voice is heady and needful.

His pacing became erratic once more and his ministrations on your clit became almost desperate. He was barely holding on.

"I knew you were fucking teasing me. Coming out in those tiny shorts. Should've fucked you right there on the couch. Should've bred your tight little cunt. I.. f-fuck!" He felt you come unraveled all over his cock as you rode him from there on the floor, making sounds that hitch in your throat like ragged bleats. He made note of your blissed-out expression and then let out a sharp gasp, your walls almost too snug for him to handle.

You whined in a small voice, still finishing, your gaze not breaking when you tell him, "make a mess in me,"

That's all it took for him to lose it, giving into his pleasure and allowing himself to fill you up with what felt like gallons of cum, letting out strangled moans as his entire body throbs.

Panting, he pulls out of you, watching as his release leaks from between your legs. He wasn't usually interested in sex at all after getting off, but seeing you like this, glowing with sweat and hormones, covered in him. It made him weak.

The two of you lay in the floor together, floating, riding the high in a breathless haze.

"Be my girlfriend, y/n," Aizawa was the first to speak.

You were taken aback.

"What?"

You never thought him to be the type to be alright with labels.

"I like you. Not just in the way that I want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. And I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you be with me?"

You ran your fingers across his jawline as a warm smile spread across your face.

"I'll be your girlfriend. But there are stipulations,"

"Anything. Whatever you want, it's yours," Aizawa hopes that his longing isn't too obvious, that he isn't too eager, but another part of him doesn't even care anymore.

"You have to be my boyfriend," your words are like a breeze through a windchime.

His eye takes purchase in your face as he leans into you, the kiss he offers you this time languid, lazy, loving instead of a mess of teeth and lips.

I love you, he thought, pulling away enough that your foreheads touch. God, how I love you. Just allow me to worship at the altar of your body once more.

Before you can stop yourself, and as if you can read his mind, you speak to him in a voice that's almost a whisper, "I think I love you,"

He looks dumbfounded, awestruck.

He finds his voice enough to say, simply, "I love you," followed by a kiss pressed to your nose.

The day that follows is soft and halcyon. You bask in one another like the afterglow is your lifeline, here in your own private world, all stardust and warmth. You don't know what the future holds. You stopped living in a world of 'what ifs' a long time ago. But you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'll be there with him.

And he'll be there with you.

Like he always is.

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mischiefmaker615 · 1 day ago

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Musical Mischief Request: Hi! May I please request a romantic story of Loki and fem!Reader during their 45th anniversary dancing to the song Innamorata by Dean Martin?

Innamorata

Summary: it's you and Loki's anniversary ;)

Rating: PG 14

Requester: @groovy-lady

Song Request: "Innamorata" by Dean Martin

Note: I LOVE Dean Martin! being part Italian, he was definitely someone we all listened too :D this song has a special place in my heart :) Happy anniversary btw if that was the intent of the request ;)

Your humming seemed to melt into the same melody with the birds that stayed around the gardens you found yourself wandering. The bottom of your dress lightly brushed up against the grass along your bare feet- shoes opting to be left behind at the entrance while you chose to fully enjoy your walk in nature.

Asgard’s gardens was breathtaking. No matter how many times you’ve visited, it never lacked to give you the same sense of awe like day one. You only wished your husband was here to enjoy it with you..

It wasn’t his fault.. court meetings usually were abundant throughout the days at random- they just popped up inconveniently whenever the two of you tried to plan an afternoon alone together. Especially on such a beautiful day!

Your anniversary.. 45th, to be exact.

Nothing changed between the two of you, you both were as happy as if you were new to your relationship. It’s just.. the more time passed, the more the responsibilities seemed to demand. So you busied yourself, helping as much as you could but for the most part, it wasn’t a place where you were needed. You’ve tried sitting in on some of the meetings, but the hints and comments against you being originally Midgardian became a bit stressful when it became expected.

Loki always defended you, how you had every right to be there as anyone else, especially as his wife.. but the whispers and gossip never went unnoticed still. You were much happier once you’ve discovered the beauty of the gardens, that it helped erase the pondering memories of the court’s rumors. You were here for Loki, that was all, and he loved you, that’s all you could ask for.

The mere memory of him defending you amongst the bothersome company put a smile on your face smile, all the while you would bend to inhale some of the flowers that caught your eye while you walked and welcomed the warmth of the sun against your skin. Bliss, you just wished Loki was here to-

‘’you don’t look a day different from the first time I’ve laid my eyes on you darling..’’

The familiar voice had you opened your eyes and turn around finding your tall, handsome prince standing before you with his whole armored attire and cape- minus the helmet. His smile matched yours, drinking in your instant recognition while his fingers stayed laced comfortably behind his back.

‘’tell me darling, how have I become so luck? For you to continue to love me and put up with me after all these years?” he questioned, playfulness in his voice while you faced him with a matching stance, hands behind your own back while you straightened yourself.

‘’prayer helps.’’ You teased, earning a chuckle from him while he begins to look you over, a seductive look creeping up upon his face as if he hadn’t seen you a thousand times already.

‘’indeed darling, which is why I had come to your rescue all those years ago. Tell me, what had you smiling just now?’’ He winked and began a slow pace towards you, his eyes spaying special close attention below your neck while you began a slow pace as well, walking in a circle with him while you eyed him yourself.

‘’a related topic, my prince. I often think about how many times you’ve been there for my rescue and defense. I must admit, it is quite attractive.’’ You flirted, matching his seductive expression while he began to look humored.

‘’then perhaps you shall allow me to court you darling, since it so seems to be a match so made in heaven?” he teased and stopped in his original spot from before, as did you.

You put on a teasing, thinking face while a finger tapped your chin. ‘’I don’t know.. I do not think my beloved husband would appreciate your advances, he’s quite the brute when it comes to that.’’

Loki laughed and crossed his arms while he eyed you. ‘’this palace is full of secrets darling, and an equal amount of hiding places..’’

‘’I will not give up what I have earned rightfully so.’’ You shake your head and begin to look upon the flowers again, your smile wavering ever so slightly which didn’t go unmissed while Loki’s voice turns to concern.

‘’..what is it darling?”

You shrug mildly, holding back a sigh while you look back at him. ‘’I just miss you, that’s all..’’

Loki raised a brow. ‘’I cannot help the court meetings darling..’’ he sighed, understanding your frustration while he followed your gaze to the flowers that gently moved in the wind. ‘’I will make it up to you for the lost time, I promise..’’

You offer him a gentle smile while you eye him, your brow raising while you hold back a small chuckle. ‘’illusions?” you guess, knowing he couldn’t have finished the meeting just yet.

Loki nodded with a smile. ‘’takes very little concentration, it will hold up until the meeting is finished.’’

You gave a nod while your eyes seemed to wonder, a small idea playing in your mind while a playful smile tugged at your lips. If an illusion was in order, perhaps this would present a perfect opportunity to tease him- stir up something so you definitely had “something” in store for after the meeting. You then began to walk again, a slow pace with your back to him but with a flirtation look over your shoulder.

You could hear Loki’s steps following behind you at the same pace but knew his eyes were on your swaying form. Your fingertips then glided down to brush against some of the branches before you began your humming tune again from before. He always loved your voice, and could practically feel his smile without having to turn around.

‘’it’s a shame your stuck for awhile..’’ you sigh, a little dramatically while you cast another glance over your shoulder. ‘’I have been really.. really missing you..’’ your voice was full of innuendo, he could tell as well what you were referring to while his eyes darkened and his hands ran against his sides to rid of his twitching fingertips.

For extra measure, you even pretended to want to look upon a low to the ground flower and bent yourself over, a perfect view of your covered, heart shaped ass while you looked over the plant. ‘’if only you could- wha!‘’

Your words were cut short when you felt arms quickly wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him, feeling your effect on him pressing right into your rump while you tried to calm your heart.

‘’how-..i thought you were in the meeting??” you exclaimed, hands on his arms while he dipped his head down to begin pressing his lips against your exposed neck.

‘’I never clarified if the illusion was here, or there.’’ He smirked against your skin while joy overfilled your chest and you happily spun around to cup his face.

‘’happy anniversary darling..’’ you tell him happily and rise to your tiptoes to kiss him.

His arms wrapped tighter around your waist to pull you against him, his knees bending ever so slightly to accommodate you and returned the kiss with a hum. ‘’happy anniversary my love..’’ he murmured against your lips and moved a hand up to cradle the back of your head.

You hadn’t been able to tell each other that today- he had already disappeared for court before you were even awake. Your arms wrapped around his neck then, the both of you kissing more passionately while your chest pressed more against his. You could feel the smile against your lips and felt his arms beginning to unwrap, knowing exactly where he was going for next- making you pull back and lean so you could look at him.

‘’you’re going to have to wait, we don’t need you distracted and your illusion dropping again.’’ You lightly warn, noting his pout with slumped shoulders but he nodded all the same.

‘’why do you tease me so, you little minx..’’ he sighed, wrapping you in his arms again while he buried his face in your hair, inhaling.

‘’because you do the same thing.’’

He chuckled, pressing a miss against your cheek before he pulled away to smile down at you. ‘’what were you humming today darling? it helped me find your whereabouts.’’ He asked, a hand cupping your cheek while you smiled up at him from his sudden interest and attention.

‘’Innamorata, it is quite the famous song back on Midgard.. at least it was. It is quite old.’’ You admit but you cherished the classical music you used to listen to back at home.

The vintage didn’t stop Loki from smiling while he leaned back a little more to place a hand at your hip and the other taking hold of your hand. ‘’sing it to me darling, I wish to hear it once more..’’ he whispered, having moved himself closer to you while you giggled and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

“If our lips should meet Innamorata

Kiss me, kiss me sweet Innamorata

Hold me close and say you're mine

With a love as warm as wine..”

Loki had begun to slowly sway the both of you, smiling down into your eyes with love while he listened to your beautiful voice sing the words to your favorite song. You even made yourself giggle in the middle of it while your cheeks went pink.

‘’what does Innamorata mean?” he asked, not recognizing the Midgard term while you bit your lip and pressed your cheek against his chest while you both slow danced.

‘’in love..’’

Loki smiled while he closed his eyes, loving you very much as you loved him while he rested his chin on top your head, pulling you close while you two opted to hold each other while you swayed and whispered.

“I'm at heaven's door Innamorata

Want you more and more Innamorata

You're a symphony, the very beautiful sonanta, my Innamorata

Say that you're my sweetheart, my love..”

‘’you are my sweetheart darling..’’ he whispered and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of how he could make you melt while you looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

“You're a symphony, the very beautiful sonanta, my Innamorata

Say that you're my sweetheart, my one and only sweetheart

Say that you're my sweetheart, my love..”

You finished right as he had dipped his head down once more to kiss you, his hands slowly rising up to cup your cheeks before he deepened it, making you give a small moan while your hands moved to his shoulders.

He eventually pulled away and his eyes looked mildly sad, making your body tense and part your lips to ask what was wrong but he beat you to it. ‘’the meeting is finishing.’’

You nodded understandingly, still looking happy because it meant you two could have time together, but he had to leave temporarily back to the illusion. Before you could even think about looking sad, his thumb was already playing with your bottom lip and the hint of mischief lay in his eyes while you smiled.

‘’but I do look forward to seeing how much you really missed me.’’ He smirked, an innuendo promise while you bit your bottom lip.

‘’I’ll race you there then my love.’’

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bitten and smitten - seokjin x fem!reader

not a vampire au! unless 😳

Lately i've been thinking so much about that clip of jin and hobi trying to bite each other. And that of course got me and @desertsunflower00 thinking. And well one thought led to another. and here we are; boyfriend!seokjin who takes notice of Y/N's hyper fixation (aka the twilight series).

Disclaimer: I actually think Jin would eat up the twilight movies, but for plots sake... hater vibes!

Pairings: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: playful banter, jin is a bit of a hater (lovingly), slight jealously, tickling, hickies, spit, unprotected sex, fingering, vampire mentions, teasing, biting, they're actually so in love.

nsfw/mdni/rated r

not proofread!

Y/N didn’t think her recent movie marathon would draw so much attention, but the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby drifting from the living room had given her away. Jin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.

“So… which one is it this time?” he asked, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. “Is this the part where the sparkly guy stares at her for way too long?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, her focus momentarily breaking from the TV screen. “It’s not just staring,” she huffed, pausing the scene mid-glance. “It’s… intense emotional connection!”

“Oh, of course,” Jin replied, dragging out his words as he walked over and flopped onto the couch beside her. “Intense emotional connection. My bad.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and hit play again, determined to ignore Jin’s antics. But she could feel his gaze on her, his smirk practically burning a hole in her concentration. His presence beside her was impossible to ignore, especially when he leaned in closer, his broad shoulders brushing against hers. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d just rolled out of bed, and that signature smirk of his—it was maddening and unfairly attractive all at once.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Jin continued, leaning closer. “You’ve got a thing for vampires. Is that why you always look at me like I’m your next meal?”

Y/N threw a pillow at him, her face heating up.“You’re insufferable!” she laughed, though she couldn’t hide her grin. “I do not have a thing for vampires.”

“Sure you don’t,” Jin teased, effortlessly catching the pillow and tossing it aside. “Team Edward, huh?" He was fighting hard against a smile as he continued, scooting closer, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief, "Soon, you’ll be asking me to roleplay as Edward.”

"Jin!” Y/N shrieked, laughing as she tried to push him away. “You’re ridiculous!”

“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “You want me to stare at you all broody, don’t you? Or should I practice my wolf howl instead?”

When she refused to dignify that with an answer, Jin struck. His fingers darted to her sides, tickling her mercilessly. Y/N squealed, twisting and thrashing, but his grip was strong, his arms wrapping around her like a playful trap.

“Say it!” Jin demanded through his own laughter, his deep voice vibrating in the air between them. “Say it out loud," his laugh deepened.

“Never!” she gasped, squirming as his fingers found every ticklish spot. “Stop, Jin, I can’t breathe!”

“Not until you confess!” he shot back, his laughter mingling with hers.

Y/N managed to grab a throw pillow and swung it at him, catching him off guard enough to wiggle out of his hold. She scrambled to the other side of the couch, breathing hard and clutching the pillow like a shield.

“You’re evil,” she panted, her cheeks flushed from laughing.

“And you’re obsessed,” he shot back, leaning casually against the armrest as if he hadn’t just waged a full-on tickle war, he ran his hand through his dark hair.

“I’m allowed to be obsessed with things,” she said, narrowing her eyes. Then, with a sly smile, she added, “You know, next time, I’m just going to invite Jungkook over. At least he appreciates good movies.”

Jin froze, his smirk faltering. “Jungkook?” he repeated, narrowing his eyes. “You’re going to invite him to watch this?”

“Yep.” Y/N plopped down on the couch again, hugging the pillow to her chest. “He wouldn’t make fun of me the whole time. He’d probably even quote the lines with me.”

“Oh, please.” Jin scoffed, but there was a hint of jealousy in his tone. “Jungkook doesn’t even like vampires." he lied, knowing damn well just how big of a Twilight fan Jungkook was too.

“At least he wouldn’t tease me about Edward and Bella,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out.

Jin leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re really bringing Jungkook into this? Fine. Next time I’ll invite him over, and we’ll see who he sides with.”

“Good. You’ll lose,” she said smugly, but her confidence cracked ever so slightly as her laughter bubbled up again. She knew full well that Jungkook, the ever-loyal maknae, would probably side with Jin just to gang up on her.

Instead of pressing the point, Jin reached out and pulled her close, tucking her into his side. “For the record,” he said softly, his dark eyes sparkling with a different kind of mischief now, “you’re way cuter when you’re laughing at me than when you’re planning movie marathons with Jungkook."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth of his arm around her and the teasing lilt in his voice made her cheeks flush.

Nestling closer against the firm warmth of his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder. “For the record,” she murmured, “you’re way more annoying than Edward.”

Jin let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Annoying, huh?” he said, tilting his head to look down at her. “I think you mean irresistible.”

Y/N lifted her head to meet his gaze, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I mean exactly what I said,” she teased, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her words.

Jin’s smirk softened, and his dark eyes searched hers for a brief, tender moment. “You’re lucky I like you, even if you have terrible taste in movies,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“And you’re lucky I tolerate you,” she shot back, though her voice wavered as he leaned in closer.

Their laughter faded into a quiet, charged stillness. Jin’s hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle, and before she could think of another playful retort, he closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers, soft and unhurried, and Y/N felt the world melt away. The teasing, the tickling, even the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby in the background—all of it dissolved into the warmth of the moment.

The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the steady warmth of his touch and the faint buzz of her heartbeat in her ears. When he pulled back, Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he leaned closer again, this time nipping playfully at her neck.

She squeaked in surprise, swatting at his chest. “Jin!”

“What?” he said, grinning as his dark hair fell into his eyes. “I thought you liked vampires. Just trying to stay on theme.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, laughing as she shoved at his shoulder, though the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, tugging her back into his arms.

Y/N sighed dramatically but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips as she nestled back into his embrace, “You’re still more annoying than Edward.”

“I’m way more fun," he murmured against her hair, his grin audible in his voice,

Y/N huffed, though her smile only deepened. “Fun, huh? More like annoying.”

“Fun,” Jin repeated, his voice playfully coaxing. “Trust me, if you spent more time with me, you’d see it.”

“I’ve spent plenty of time with you,” she teased, shifting slightly to get more comfortable against him.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle circles against her back. “Well, what if I add a little more excitement?”

Before Y/N could respond, Jin leaned down once more, his lips brushing softly against her neck. She let out a breathy laugh, the sensation sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“Jin!” she exclaimed, squirming beneath him.

“What?” he said innocently, flashing her that mischievous grin again. “You can’t resist. Admit it.”

“I can resist,” she insisted, though her voice wavered with amusement.

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, his dark eyes locked onto hers with playful intensity. “I’m not convinced.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, trying to suppress the grin tugging at her lips.

“And you’re too easy,” he teased back, nipping at her skin once more, a bit harder this time, just enough to leave a faint mark that made her gasp softly.

Y/N swatted at him again, though her laughter betrayed any annoyance. “Stop! You’re going to leave a mark.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, pulling back with a wink. “A little souvenir for you.”

“Jin…” her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Hmm?” he hummed, settling back into the warmth of her embrace, his fingers idly threading through her hair. His lips moved back to meet hers, letting his tongue beg for an entrance she easily granted him.

Y/N let out a soft sigh when he pulled away, immediately missing the feel of his lips on hers, “Fine,” she murmured, her voice lower this time, “you win.”

“Always,” Jin said smugly, pulling her even closer, his lips pressing to her temple in a tender, lingering kiss.

Jin sat up, pulling Y/N up with him, settling her on his lap. Her oversized shirt rode up exposing her thighs as she sat on him. His eyes wandered down to the delicious flesh and his hands followed as he gripped her thighs. "Wanna take a bite of these next," he murmured almost to himself.

"I think you've teased me enough today," she huffed, her bottom lip jutting out. That alone almost made him lose it. He moved his hand up to run his thumb over her lip.

"So pretty," he looked in her eyes and leaned in to kiss her again - making her forget her thoughts.

"Want you…" she mumbled against lips, practically feeling his own curve up into a smile.

"Yeah? Was it the biting? Did that do it for you?"

Her face flushed and her breath hitched, giving her answer away before she could even speak.

"You already knew that though," her pout returned to her face, getting squirmier on Jin's lap.

He laughed, giving her another peck, "Yeah, maybe I did,"

Jin's hands found themselves sneaking into her shirt, slowly lifting it off of her. "God," he sighed, discarding her shirt before moving to cup her bra less breasts in his hands. "Wanna mark these too, baby…" his hand crept up to her neck lightly tracing the hickie he left earlier.

He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. He slowly wrapped that hand around her neck. Adding just enough pressure to make her gasp. Jin chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her again. He trapped her lips in his, swallowing her moan as he tweaked her nipple with his free hand.

His hands traced her soft skin, gently memorizing every curve in his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers carding through it as he kissed her.

After they pulled away, his lips ghosted over hers, fighting the urge to crash into each other again.

Both breathing heavily, Jin’s forehead rested against hers again. “You have no idea how much I want you too” he murmured, his voice hoarse, his hands steady on her hips. “Tell me if you want me to slow down.”

Y/N shook her head, her fingers sliding down to trace the line of his jaw. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice firm.

Jin nodded hurriedly as he shifted them around to give him enough room to roll down his dark sweats. After he pulled them down along with his underwear, just enough to free his cock from the restraints it had been in, he started to work on moving Y/N's panties aside. His long fingers delicately traced along the wet patch at the center of her underwear, his plump lips curved up into a smile.

He pulled the thin fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds. His finger ran up and down her pussy, teasing her entrance.

"Seokjin," she gripped his shoulders, adjusting herself on his lap.

"I know, sweetheart," he cupped her face and pulled her in for another kiss before aligning himself with her pussy. She lifted her hips and then slowly sank herself down on his length. She winced at the stretch as he filled her up.

"Fuck," she cursed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she adjusted to the length. A shiver ran down Jin's spine feeling her soft lips start to leave a trail of wet kisses along his neck.

Y/N’s lips grazed Jin’s neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against his skin, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened gently on her hips, grounding them both. He hissed as her teeth grazed his neck.

Jin let out a sharp breath when her teeth sank deeper in his neck, the tension in his muscles betraying how much he liked it.

And of course, Y/N noticed.

"Not the only one with a vampire kink now, am I?" she teased, licking over the spot she just bit.

"So you are admitting it's a kink now," he laughed, moving his face to capture her lips with his.

"Shut up," she grumbled against the kiss. squeezing her walls around him enough to make him moan against her lips.

Y/N started to move her hips up and down his length, feeling him deep inside her each time their hips met. Jin gripped her ass firmly, taking the opportunity to sink his teeth into her lower lip.

"Faster, baby, please," his voice strained as he pulled back from their shared kiss. A string of their mixed saliva still keeping them connected when he pulled back.

She nodded, unable to make coherent words, as she sped the movement of her hips. She rocked herself back and forth letting his cock brush against her swollen clit.

"Jin… I'm close," she whined, her legs shaking from the building orgasm that was about to hit her like a wave.

"I've got you," he wrapped his strong arms around her and laid her down on the couch, briefly pulling out of her to have her lay on her back before finding him home back between her legs.

He pulled her panties aside and started to draw lazy circles on her clit as he entered her again. With long, deep strokes that made her eyes roll back.

"Wanna cum together.." he stroked her face, fingers lingering on her swollen, just bitten lips.

Y/N nodded, opening her lips to take him thumb in her mouth, looking up at him like he'd hung the stars for her. She sucked on his thumb, her breasts bouncing with the increase pace of Seokjin's thrusts.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his torso, feeling herself getting closer. She took in the sight of her boyfriend hovering above her, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, the veins showing in his biceps as he supported his weight, his delicious pink lips just tempting her to take a bite.

It was all too much. Between the sensations Jin was providing between her thighs and the sight of him, the most beautiful man, she got the pleasure to call mine… Her orgasm rocked through her body.

She panted his name as he continued to fuck her through it.

It wasn't long before he followed. His cock twitching as her creamy walls hugged tightly around his length.

After he came, he stayed inside her for a little longer, both of them trying to catch their breaths. The post orgasm glow adorning their faces.

Y/N winced at the loss when Jin finally pulled out. He adjusted her panties back to cover her pussy and laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him to have her rest on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat in the stillness of the moment.

Her head nestled in the crook of his neck, the quiet rhythm of their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. His fingers idly traced patterns along her back, the soothing motion making her feel weightless.

Just the two of them wrapped in the warmth of each other.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV, still paused where she’d left it. Jin broke the silence first, his voice low and tinged with playful mischief.

“So,” he began, a grin audible in his tone, “bitten and smitten?"

Y/N groaned at his joke, lovingly rolling her eyes at him.

Jin smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It didn’t take much to make you forget all about the movie, did it?"

“Maybe because someone kept distracting me,” she shot back, though her lips curved into a smile.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug, leaning down to kiss her head. “And now you’ll associate that lullaby with me forever. You’re welcome.”

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