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Kiss it better
Warnings: suggestive
âOuchâ
Your exclamation of pain immediately grabs Zayne's attention. He drops what he was doing, his hand reaching for yours in an instant, his touch gentle but urgent as he inspects the small, bloody cut on your finger.
It was a Saturday night, and you two had been cooking together as usual, but tonight your mind was far away from the vegetables in front of you. You were trying to focus but it was almost impossible with the way your thoughts kept wandering.
It had been days since you'd been intimate with your boyfriend and you felt the ache between your legs grow with every passing hour. He didnât work tomorrow, tonight was the night you could finally be with him, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.
The sharp sting of the cut snapped you out of your daydreams, and now Zayne was standing in front of you, pressing a paper towel to your finger with a tenderness that made your chest warm.
His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you almost whimper, quickly flushing with embarrassment. Such a small touch made you feel like everything youâd been holding back all week was about to overflow.
"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, with a tinge of concern, both for your small wound and your odd behavior, he could sense something was off with you.
You nodded quickly, feeling like your voice might betray you if you tried to speak.
Instead, you just focused on his face, trying to steady your racing heart.
âGod, this is ridiculousâ, you thought.
But it wasn't the cut that had you flustered, no, it was him. It was the way he stood so close, the heat of his body almost suffocating, the warmth of his hand holding yours. You let your mind wonder again, remembering how his touch felt all over your body, his breath caressing your skin as he kissed along your neck, how good his weight felt on top of youâŠ
âDonât worry,â Zayne continued, his voice breaking your thoughts once again. âItâs nothing serious. The bleedingâs stopped. We just need to clean it up.â
His nonchalant tone only made the ache inside you grow, frustration bubbling inside you. Why was he so calm? He seemed completely unaffected by your proximity, unlike you.
âBut the foodâŠdamn the foodâ, you thought. You couldnât focus on dinner anymore. Not when all you could think about was him.
You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling selfconscious. Maybe you could make a move now. Flirting had always been tricky for you, but tonight you felt desperate.
"I know what could help," you said quietly, hoping your hesitation wasnât too obvious
He raised an eyebrow, the tiniest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softened, but there was something almost teasing in the way he studied you, almost as he could see right through you.
"You do?" he asked, his tone amused.
You nodded, taking a step closer to him, making your chest to brush against his. He didnât pull away, instead his hands found your waist, his fingers tightening gently as if to steady you. The proximity made your breath hitch, and you struggled not to lose yourself in the warmth of his touch.
"So? What is it?" His voice was low now, and you saw the way his gaze traveled down to your lips.
He sighed softly when he felt your uninjured hand slide across his chest, and a rush of heat spread through you when you noticed his intensifying gaze.
Thatâs when it hit you, the realization that he might be as needy as you, he was only better at hiding it.
Taking a slow breath, you raised your injured finger closer to his face, keeping your eyes locked on his.
"Why donât you kiss it better, Dr. Zayne?
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Aaron Hotchner x non bau rich reader. Like a part 2. Reader meets the BAU but they are impressed like reader is so rich but humble and loves Aaron and Jack so much.
The mystery woman | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x rich fem!reader | WC: 1.1k | CW: nothing it's fluff
A/N: I loooveeeeddd working on this!!!!!
Hotch's relationship with you had always been something of a mystery to his team. While he was naturally private about his personal life, the snippets theyâd heard over time painted a picture of someone warm, grounded, and, to their surprise, immensely wealthy. It was something they hadnât expected â someone who seemed to belong to an entirely different world yet had seamlessly become a part of Hotch and Jackâs.
They never pried â Hotch would have shut that down in an instant â but curiosity lingered nonetheless. For all his long hours, endless casework, and rarely taking a day off, somehow Hotch had managed to meet someone so different from the chaotic nature of the BAU. It wasnât just your wealth that fascinated them; it was how easily you fit into his life. If anything, it only fueled their curiosity. How had someone as busy and emotionally guarded as Hotch caught someone like you?
It wasnât lost on the team that Hotch rarely spoke about you unless someone specifically asked. Even then, he was usually brief â mentioning how youâd taken Jack to the park or baked cookies for a school event. But the way his expression softened at the mention of your name hinted at something deeper, something they all could sense but couldnât quite pin down â something that hinted at a human connection he hadn't felt since Haley.
That curiosity finally found an outlet when you joined Aaron and Jack at Rossiâs dinner party.
Rossi had insisted that the whole BAU team come together, spouses included, determined to create an evening to wind down, where hopefully work could be forgotten for a while. Naturally, the team had been eager to meet you, though they hadnât dared to push Hotch for details.
Hotch had paused just long enough for the team to notice before replying, almost offhandedly, that he wasnât sure if you were coming when Rossi announced the party. Your schedule that week had been especially hectic, and he didn't want to pressure you to join if you didn't have the time. âSheâs⊠busy,â he had said, the slight hesitation in his voice giving away a faint uncertainty about whether youâd even be able to attend.
It was enough for the team to conclude: you, too, were a workaholic. Of course, you were â you had to be, considering the kind of lifestyle and responsibilities they imagined you must manage. The thought only added to their intrigue. What kind of person juggled such an overwhelming schedule yet found time to date?
But what they didnât know â what Hotch himself hadnât quite expected â was how enthusiastic you were about attending. The moment youâd heard about the dinner, you had set to work rearranging your obligations, clearing your calendar, and delegating tasks. While your schedule may have been packed, you never hesitated to prioritize moments like these.
âI wouldnât miss it,â you had told Aaron firmly, brushing aside his protest about how much effort it would take to move things around. The excitement in your voice had been unmistakable. It wasnât just about meeting his teamâit was about being there for him and Jack, stepping into a part of their world that mattered so much to them, about meeting their family, and showing how much you truly cared for them.
It was a side of you that Aaron cherished, though he rarely spoke of it to others: your ability to make time for the people you loved, no matter how busy life got. And now, as the dinner drew closer, the teamâs long-standing curiosity was about to be answered.
When you arrived, dressed impeccably but not overly flashy, the teamâs first impression was of someone who exuded elegance. The second thing they noticed â impossible to miss really â was the way Jack clung to your hand, his small fingers wrapped around yours like he never wanted to let go. His face lit up the moment you stepped through the door, his excitement bubbling over instantly.
âUncle Dave, this is Y/N!â Jack declared proudly as he tugged you forward. âSheâs the best. She makes the most awesome pancakes!â
The team exchanged amused glances, charmed by the adoration in Jackâs voice. Even Hotch, standing off to the side, looked relaxed with a rare smile on his lips as he watched the interaction.
You laughed and crouched slightly to tousle Jackâs hair. âJackâs biased,â you teased as you glanced up at Rossi. Straightening, you extended a hand to greet him with a polite, confident handshake. âBut Iâll take the compliment.â
Rossi grinned, shaking your hand firmly. âWell, anyone who can win over Jack is already a favorite in my book.â
The casual ease of the interaction left the rest of the team intrigued. While they had expected someone polished, they hadnât anticipated such genuine warmth. You seemed entirely unaffected by the fact that you were meeting a room full of highly trained profilers. Instead, you carried yourself with a natural charm that immediately put everyone at ease, making it clear that, to you, this wasnât a performance or an obligation.
And as Jack dragged you over to show you a plate of cookies Rossi had set out, the team couldnât help but exchange glances. This was someone who had Jackâs trust and admiration. If there had been any lingering doubts about what kind of person had captured Aaron Hotchnerâs heart, they were already starting to dissipate.
As the evening unfolded, the team couldnât help but admire how effortlessly you navigated the gathering. You shared stories of your philanthropic ventures but downplayed your role in running them. When asked about your background, you focused on your hobbies and interests rather than the lavish lifestyle they knew you could easily flaunt.
But what stood out most was your connection with Aaron and Jack. You werenât just present; you were integral. When Jack pulled you to sit with him, you leaned in to listen as if whatever he was saying was the most important thing in the world. And Aaron had a softness in his eyes when he looked at you.
At one point, JJ leaned toward Emily. âI donât think Iâve ever seen him this happy.â
âOr Jack this smitten,â Emily added, watching as Jack giggled uncontrollably at some joke you whispered in his ear.
Later in the evening, Spencer approached you hesitantly, curious but respectful. âI hope this isnât intrusive, but⊠how do you balance everything? Your work, your family, and, wellâŠâ He glanced at Aaron and Jack, who were chatting nearby.
You smiled, thoughtful. âItâs not always easy, but with him, itâs worth it. Jack too. They remind me that itâs not about how much you have or do â itâs about who you share it with.â
As the night ended, the team left with a newfound understanding of the person who had captured Hotch's heart. You werenât just wealthy; you were kind, and deeply in love with Aaron and Jack. And for the first time in a long time, they saw their unit chief not as their leader who had gone through so much but as a man whoâd found something extraordinary â someone extraordinary.
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Behind Closed Doors (mafia!bruce wayne)
Summary: unbeknownst to you, you become friends with the city's famous mobster.
WC: 1,3K
Warnings: fluff,angst, bruce is a mafia leader AU
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The dim lights of the bar flickered slightly as the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses surrounded you. The city was alive, but you were still an outsiderânew in town, not yet used to the rhythm of things. You had hoped for a quiet night, a drink to wind down from the overwhelming chaos of moving to a new city.
Thatâs when you first saw him.
A man in a tailored suit, dark hair combed back effortlessly. His presence was magnetic, like something about him demanded attention without trying. He wasnât loud or boisterous, but his calm demeanor stood out in the crowd. And when his dark eyes landed on yours from across the room, you felt the pullâalmost as if he had already decided you were worth his time.
He stood and approached you with a smooth stride, a slight, charming smile playing on his lips. âMind if I join you?â
You blinked, caught off guard, but something in his gaze made you hesitate just long enough to give a nod. "Sure."
He slid into the seat next to you, the bartender already setting down a drink in front of him as if he were a regular. "Bruce Wayne," he said, offering a hand. His voice was smooth, controlled, like he was used to getting what he wanted.
"Y/N" you replied, shaking his hand. The touch was firm, but you noticed the way his hand lingered a little longer than necessary, almost as if he was savoring the moment. âIâm new in town.â
âI gathered that. Not many people in here donât know how to blend in.â His smile turned a little teasing. âWhat brings you to Gotham?â
You shrugged, trying to play it off as casual. âJust needed a change of scenery, I guess. The usual story. New job, new city, new start.â
âNew start, huh?â Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I can relate."
There was something cryptic in his words, and for a moment, the conversation faltered as you tried to read him. But then, he shifted the focus back to you, asking about your new life in Gotham and how you were adjusting. His charm was effortless, his attention focused entirely on you, and it wasnât long before you found yourself laughing and talking about everything from mundane details about your job to the oddities of living in a city like Gotham.
By the end of the night, you were exchanging numbers, your curiosity piqued by his mysterious air, but also by how strangely comfortable you felt around him. Something told you there was more to Bruce Wayne than met the eye, but for now, you were content to just go along with it.
The next few weeks passed in a blur of coffee dates and casual conversations. Every time you met, it felt like you were peeling back another layer of him, but it was slow, almost too slow. Bruce always seemed interested in youâtruly interestedâbut there was a distance in his eyes, a guardedness that made it impossible to get too close.
And then there were the disappearances.
Youâd be sitting at a cafĂ©, enjoying a warm drink, and Bruce would be there, his attention on you, his voice a calm presence in the noise of the world. But then, just as the conversation would begin to dip into something deeper, his phone would ring. His expression would change in an instantâcontrolled but sharpâand heâd apologize, excusing himself to take the call in a more private area.
You didnât think much of it at first. Work. That was all he ever said. But the more times it happened, the more it felt like an excuse. And then you started to wonder: was he really that busy? Or was there something else going on?
One evening, after yet another brief and unexplained disappearance, you found yourself sitting alone at a table, swirling the coffee in your mug absentmindedly, thoughts racing. A small part of you had been entertained by his mystery, but now, it was starting to bother you. Heâd been so elusive, almost like he was keeping something from you. And when he disappeared on the phone, you couldnât shake the feeling that there was another woman involved. Maybe that was why he was always so distant when you werenât with him. Maybe the phone calls were just him checking in with his girlfriend.
You tried to push the thoughts aside, but they clung to you, nagging at the back of your mind.
It wasnât until a few days later that your suspicions were confirmedâbut not in the way you expected.
You were walking through the city, lost in your thoughts when you spotted Bruce across the street, standing outside a sleek black car. You froze. He was talking to someoneâno, giving orders. The man he was speaking to nodded respectfully before walking away, and you could see Bruceâs posture shift just slightly, a certain authority in his stance.
That was when you saw it.
The man had passed by a neon sign on the cornerâan inconspicuous one, but you caught a glimpse of the symbol on his jacket. A logo you recognized. One that wasnât just associated with business deals or high society parties, but something far darker.
You werenât sure what exactly you were seeing, but you knew one thing: this wasnât just a businessman youâd been having coffee with. Bruce Wayne wasnât just charming and mysteriousâhe was dangerous.
A mob boss. It made sense now, all the late-night calls, the secretive exits, the way people in Gotham seemed to give him a certain level of respect.
But before you could process the full weight of the realization, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned quickly, only to find Bruce standing right behind you, his face unreadable.
âI thought I might find you here,â he said smoothly, his tone even and calm, though there was an edge to it now. âYouâve been thinking about me.â
Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to swallow the shock creeping up your throat. âI... I didnât expect this.â
He studied you for a moment, his expression softening. âI guess I shouldâve told you sooner.â
âWhy didnât you?â you asked, unable to stop the words from spilling out. âWere you hiding something from me, Bruce? Or... was there someone else?â
A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. âThereâs no one else, Y/N. But there are things about me... things I canât share easily.â He stepped closer, his voice low, almost like a warning. âI didnât want you to get mixed up in it.â
Your stomach twisted with a mix of confusion and anger. âMixed up in what? What are you really doing, Bruce?â
He hesitated, but then, his hand moved to your cheek, his touch tender. âIâm doing what I have to do to protect this city. And anyone who gets close to meâwho gets too closeâbecomes a part of that. You need to understand that.â
You looked up at him, a chill running through you. âSo thisâusâwasnât real?â
Bruceâs gaze softened, a brief flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. âIt was real. But my world is... complicated. I was hoping you wouldnât find out this way. But I wonât lie to you, Y/N. This is my life. And if you want to stay in it, you need to accept what that means.â
Your heart raced as you tried to piece it all togetherâthe man you thought you knew, the mystery, the lies. But no matter how much you wanted to run, something about him held you in place, anchored by the truth in his eyes.
âI donât know what to believe anymore,â you whispered, the weight of everything crashing down on you.
Bruceâs expression darkened, his thumb brushing over your cheek before he spoke again. âYouâll figure it out. But just knowâno one ever walks away from me once theyâve seen the truth. And that includes you.â
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŠ
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The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
~~~
This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
~~~
You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
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did you see that video of tom holland pushing the paparazzi off zendaya? Yeah I thinking about something similar but with Charles Leclerc x famous!reader
something short and sweet bc i'm not posting a new fic this week but i hope you enjoy it!
The flash of cameras was something you were used to, but tonight felt different. As you stepped out of the car at the prestigious event, Charles' hand firmly in yours, the crowd of paparazzi seemed more aggressive than usual. The combination of an A-list actress and a Formula 1 star had created a media frenzy.
"YN! Over here!" "Charles! This way!" "Are you two official?" "YN, how does it feel dating a racing driver?" "Charles, what's it like dating a Hollywood star?"
The shouting was overwhelming, and despite your years of experience handling red carpets, you felt yourself tense as the photographers pressed closer, their cameras mere inches from your face.
"Stay close to me," Charles murmured, his thumb stroking reassuringly over your knuckles.
"I'm used to this," you whispered back, trying to maintain your composed smile.
"I know, but this is crazy even for me."
You felt Charles' grip on your hand tighten protectively as one particularly aggressive photographer pushed forward, nearly causing you to stumble in your heels.
"Watch it!" Charles snapped, his accent thickening with anger as he steadied you. In an instant, his demeanor changed from polite to protective. He moved swiftly, positioning himself between you and the crowd.
"Back off," he said firmly. "I said back off! You're being too aggressive."
His arm wrapped securely around your waist, creating a barrier between you and the chaos. "That's enough. We'll pose for photos, but give us space."
"Charles, it's okay," you tried to soothe him, though you appreciated his protection.
"No, it's not okay," he responded, his jaw clenched. "They don't get to push you around just because you're a public figure."
The authority in his voice made several photographers take a step back. You could feel the tenseness in his body as he guided you through the crowd.
"Almost there," he assured you quietly. "Just a few more steps."
"YN! One more shot!" "Charles! Look this way!" "Are you living together?"
"Just ignore them," you whispered to Charles, sensing his growing irritation.
As you finally reached the relative safety of the venue's entrance, Charles's posture relaxed slightly, but his protective hold remained. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, completely ignoring the renewed frenzy of camera flashes the gesture triggered.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his green eyes scanning your face with concern. "I've never seen them this aggressive."
"I'm fine," you assured him, straightening his tie affectionately. "I'm used to it, remember? Though I have to admit, having my own personal bodyguard is nice."
He smiled softly, but his eyes remained serious. "Nobody gets to treat you like that," he said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Not even if they have cameras. I don't care if it's part of the job."
"My hero," you teased, trying to lighten his mood.
"I'm serious, mon coeur. I know this comes with both our careers, but there's a line."
In that moment, despite the chaos around you, you couldn't help but smile. You'd dealt with aggressive paparazzi before, but having someone who instinctively moved to protect you, who prioritized your comfort over the perfect photo op - that was new.
"Thank you," you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "For having my back."
"Always," he promised, taking your hand again. "Ready to go face the slightly more civilized cameras inside?"
You laughed, squeezing his hand. "Lead the way, Leclerc."
#charles leclerc au#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc smau#charles leclerc fake instagram#charles leclerc#charles leclerc fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1#formula one#charles leclerc fanfiction#harrysfolklore#f1 x reader#f1 grid x reader#cl16 x reader#cl16 fanfic
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So y'all know the Gravity Falls production bible that leaked three weeks ago. Someone in one of my discord servers pointed this out:
And, naturally, that spawned an entire AU.
AU Concept: Ford was kicked out instead of Stan and takes a job as a trucker to makes ends meet since he couldn't go to college, while still studying the weird and anomalous however he can.
Ford driving around from quirky small town to quirky small town, drifting through the liminal spaces of truck stops, meeting odd people in isolated diners, seeing strange things out on the roadâa deer with too many eyes bounding across a two-lane highway, a flirty woman at a rest stop who doesn't blink or breathe, mysterious lights in the sky at night, inhuman growls on the CB or 50-year-old broadcasts on the radioâand taking notes when he stops for gas or food.
Aside from having gotten kicked out before graduating high school, Ford's the same person he is in canon.
He's still an ambitious guy, and here "ambitious" means working hard and saving as much money as he canâso, a long haul owner-operator who spends weeks at a time on the road. (He goes through a LOT of educational audiobooks.) Plus, this is the easiest way for him to get to travel the country; and since it looks like his "travel the world" dreams with Stan are dead, he'll take what he can get.
Since he's never in the same spot long and carries his life in a truck, almost all of Ford's research is in his journal. His bag of investigation supplies has an instant camera, a portable tape recorder, a thermometer, a flashlight, rubber gloves, and a few zip lock bagsâand that's about it. It has to share space with all his clothes, toiletries, and nonperishable food when he's on the road. He doesn't have much opportunity to closely examine anything odd he finds, unless he's lucky enough to run into something when he can stop for the night. He has to cram his paranormal research around the side of his full-time job.
He doesn't live in Gravity Falls, but he knows it exists. Every time he movesâto Chicago, to Nebraska, to Californiaâhe seems to inch closer. He currently lives in Portland and usually hauls loads between the Pacific Northwest and Chicago or New York. He stops at the truck stop outside Gravity Falls when he can and has gone fishing in town a few times. He doesn't have the benefit of extensive research to know that this is the weirdest town in the world; but it seems pretty weird to him, there are local rumors about the town, and he's had some weird experiences in the area.
Plus, he can't explain it, but it's like the town's calling to him. He wants to move there, but it'd put him over an hour outside of Portland where the nearest jobs are. Maybe if somebody chucked him like $100k to build a cabin in the woods; but what are the odds of that?
He does know Fiddleford. Truck broke down somewhere and Fiddleford kindly pulled over to fix it on the fly. They looked at each other, had mutual knee-jerk "dumb trucker/hillbilly" reactions, and within ten minutes both went "oh wait you're the most brilliant genius i've ever met." Fiddleford's living the same life he was in canon before Ford called him to Gravity Fallsâwith his family in California, trying to start a computer company out of his garageâbut they make friends and keep in contact.
One time Ford stops at a kitschy roadside knickknack store that also sells new agey magic thingsâcrystals, tarot cards, incense, etc. He bought a "lucky" rearview mirror ornament that looks like an Eye of Providence in a top hat and hung it from his cab fan, and ever since then he's had weird dreams whenever he sleeps in his truck.
Things I don't know yet: what Stan's up to; or why Ford's the one who got kicked out. I tend to believe that in canon Stan wasn't just kicked out because he ruined Ford's college prospects, but rather because the family thought he deliberately sabotaged Ford; so in this AU, Ford would've been kicked out over a proportionate crime.
#gravity falls#gravity falls au#grunkle ford#stanford pines#fanart#my art#my writing#(since i'm not posting a chapter this week this is y'all's substitute Writing And Art From Me)#(i traced the trucks & diner background and i am not ashamed bc i cannot be assed. i just wanna draw ford in Situations)#(i tried a new kind of lining & coloring on the truck! i will never be doing it again!)#(for my follower who's into vehicles: his truck's based on a late 70s Kenworth W900A. loosely. the headlights are anachronistic.)#(the design has been simplified via the logic ofâ)#(â'if I don't think that detail would be included in a cheap Optimus Prime toy then I don't need to draw it.')#(EDIT: over a week later i realize i typed freightliner instead of kenworth... i don't know why i typed freightliner.)#(i hope the reason no one corrected me is because no one noticed rather than because y'all think im dumb)#trucker ford au
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Two Days - Jungkook
Summary: He just wants you to give him two days. He'll take you on a few dates and you'll decided if you actually like him? Or not?
Genre/tags: mostly fluff, tiny bit of angst, friends to lovers, biker jungkook, jungkook is a goofball and a simp! :)
Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader
a/n: this is my first ever bts/jk fic, I'm just trying this out since i have some days off from work, hope y'all like it <3
âPlease?â
âNo.âÂ
âYouâre missing out.âÂ
âJungkook, weâre literally in a Burger King.â
You heard the man playfully saying, âYes, and?â in a singing tone. All you could do was rolling your eyes in reply. Jeon Jungkook, this guy who had been begging you for his so-called masterplan that he called, âtrial dateâ for weeks, was now yet again begging you for a chance.
You could not exactly pinpoint when it actually began. He was shy the first time you met. You had known the rest of the boys ever since you met Yoongi at an art class. The cold looking guy who was surprisingly friendly and soft-hearted, later on introduced you to the rest of the guys. Jungkook was introduced almost a year later into befriending the group. He was a guy who went to the same gym as Namjoon. They became friends ever since he offered Namjoon a ride one time.Â
Being the youngest amongst the guys and also the latest you got to meet, you would think that his shyness would linger at least a little bit longer. Then again, if you really think about it, he probably only stayed quiet and shy on the first meeting.Â
The idea of both of you together was never mentioned until recently. Namjoon was the one who started calling out Jungkookâs odd behavior towards you, but the nail on the coffin was when you all got drunk at Jiminâs house that one time.Â
It was Jiminâs birthday and truthfully, you knew the guy was loaded rich, but you did not know he was rich with capital R. The selection of bottles in his house was pretty much unlimited from the ones you like to the ones you couldnât even name. It was five hours into all the celebration and you all were blurting nonsense. You were tipsy, but still aware cause for some reason you were winning all the games that night and got to drink less. But Jungkook on the other hand, who was usually winning everything, was getting pissy cause he kept coming second after you.Â
âThis is unbelievable.â Jungkook groaned, casually throwing the boardgame cards on the table.Â
âYou just have a soft spot for her.â Jin shrugged.Â
âI do not! I just have a crush on her.â Jungkook retorted back, as if his sentence made any sense.Â
You heard Hoseok voiced a small âohâ with his usual judgy expression, and the rest were silent for a second, including you.Â
âI meanâŠâ Jungkook tried to correct himself but stopped mid-way, trying to make up words in his already drunk mind. His eyes went back and forth to everyone before he scoffed. âYou all act so surprised, as if you didnât tease me everyday right after the first time I met Y/N.âÂ
When the room was still silent, Jungkook realized he fucked up, his blurry mind completely ignored the fact that you, the subject of this topic, was in fact also in the room.Â
âShit.â Was all he muttered before he excused himself to the bathroom, and did not come out for twenty minutes.Â
When he was done, everyone had decided to wrap it up due to the awkwardness and the absence of Jungkook himself. He found Taehyung and Jin sleeping on both sides of Jiminâs big couch, and a small smile formed on his lips, shaking his head over the dumb expression they had in their sleep. His stomach soon flipped right after he saw you on the kitchen, making yourself a cup of instant noodle.Â
âOh, hey.â You greeted awkwardly. âI got hungry from all that drinking.â You shyly mentioned.Â
Jungkook only nodded and took a seat on one of the dinning chairs.Â
âYou want some?â You offered, trying to break the ice.Â
âY/N stop.â His eyes widened once he realized how bad that sounded. âI mean⊠I didnât mean it like that?â He chuckled dryly, it was more of a statement rather than a question.Â
When you kept quiet but sat down next to him regardless, and ate your noodles, he decided you were at least comfortable enough to hear him talk. âThis whole huge crush on you thingy⊠thatâs not gonna ruin our friendship or anything, right? If youâre uncomfortable Iâll just stop showing up when youâre around for aââ
âWhat?! No! Jungkook, Iâm not uncomfortable.â You sighed. âIâm just a bit surprised, I guess.â
âWhy though?â He asked innocently, his big doe eyes looking straight at you, making you slightly nervous.Â
âItâs just⊠you do realize youâre quite popular right?â
âWhatâs that gotta do with this situation?â
âI thought I wasnât your type.âÂ
âYou donât get to decide that.â
That was the last civil conversation you had with him until he decided it was a good idea to cling to you almost every single day, pestering on the idea of this whole trial dating. Everyone other than Yoongi, who was neutral (read: don't really care enough to actually voice an opinion at the moment), was pretty much on board with his plan. You being single for a year now definitely did not help your case. They kept saying that you needed to lit up your dating engine again, so it wouldnât be rusty.Â
It was not that you did not find Jungkook attractive. Heck, he was one of the most attractive person you had ever laid your eyes on. It was just, weird? He felt like a brother, the same as the rest of the boys. If you didnât treat any of them different, then you should not with Jungkook either, right?
âHave you maybe considered that maybe sheâs tired of your bullshit?â Yoongi blurted with a blank expression, as he continue to munch on his burger.Â
âItâs only been two weeks.â Jungkook protested. âBesides, you never know 'till you try, right?â He winked at you.Â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm good, Kookie.â You pinched his cheeks, a little bit too hard.Â
âH-hey!â He pouted, his cheeks forming even rounder. âTwo days! Two days!â He suddenly shouted.Â
âOh boyâŠâ Hoseok side-eyed the rest of you, clearly done with the younger one.Â
âGive me two days, Y/N!â He said with his two fingers right in front of your face. âYou donât have plans this weekend, right?â
âHey, maybeââ Namjoon didnât even get to finish his sentence before the lad interrupted.Â
âIâll take you on two dates and then you can decide afterwards.â He grinned, as if that was the most brilliant thing he had ever thought of. âIf you still donât like me after that then I will gracefully back off.â He threw his hands in the air.Â
âYou promise?â You suddenly spoke, after being silent for a while.Â
âWait, youâre actually consideringââ Jin stood up from his seat, almost knocking his table.Â
Jungkook hurriedly covered Jinâs mouth, not letting yet another man finish his sentence again. âI promise!â He saluted, grinning so hard his cheeks almost hurt.Â
âAre you really sure?â Yoongi whispered to you.Â
You only shrugged. Truthfully, you were not sure either. But at this point, you just wanted Jungkook to get over his girl hyperfixation of the month. Which was, you.Â
You just did not buy the story of him being head over heels on you since day one. As if he didnât look like a Greek god himself? As if you did not know how women and even men would kill just to get a taste of him. You just wanted him to get it over with, so he can realize how weird the whole idea was and went back to being the goofball friend you once knew.Â
â
Right, so.
Now here you were, basically having a mini dress-up montage moment, picking an outfit for your cinema date. Even after spending almost an hour getting ready you ended up with just wearing your usual crop top and baggy jeans, hoping it will be fine. Clearly you didnât wanna seem like a try-hard. It was just Jungkook. He had seen you with pajamas and you didnât hear him complain, so there shouldnât be a problem. Why did you even go through the trouble to pick an outfit? You wondered yourself.Â
Ten minutes later and Jungkook was already ringing your phone.Â
âIâm at your lobby!â He exclaimed loudly over the phone.Â
âYouâre early.â
âJust canât wait to see you.â You could not see his face, but you knew he was grinning like an idiot. âHurry down! Oh, and bring your jacket.â
You didnât expect him to came with a motorbike. A huge one not to mention. Something stirred in your stomach for a millisecond seeing him in a leather jacket.Â
He took a spare helmet and innocently handed it to you. âGotta make sure my girl is safe.â He sheepishly said.Â
You tried your best to ignore the nickname, and spoke. âI didnât know you ride a motorcycle.â You said, taking the helmet he gave in your hands.Â
âIâm just too lazy to drive sometimes so I just lift on Hobiâs car.â He shrugged. âWhy? Are you scared?â He teased.Â
âOf course not.â You said and put on the helmet. You did not miss his small snickers when you struggle to hop on his Harley, having to grab him by his shoulders.Â
âOkay, just wanna let you know, I drive like suuuuuper fast. So, you have to hug me to be safe!â He giggled.Â
You rolled your eyes, even if he couldnât see. âIâm just gonna head back upstairs...â
âDonât be such a sourpuss.â He chuckled. âIâm a good driver, Namjoon approved! But you can grab onto my jacket if you want.âÂ
â
The movie was great.Â
And that was a lie, cause truth to be told, you could barely focus on the plot. Every time you caught a glimpse of the boy next to you, his eyes were already looking at you. While it was true that you had not been dating for quite some time, you could feel your spidey-sense tingling, as if you were to turn your head towards him, something would happen. Thinking about it was not exactly the best thing for you.
âWeâre getting ice cream.â Jungkook cheerfully said, as you both walked out the cinema.Â
âThatâs not a question?â You couldnât help but to smile at the silliness.Â
âNot a chance Iâm letting you go home yet.âÂ
âIs this a date or a kidnapping?âÂ
âCould be both if you want.â He laughed. âSoâŠâ He cutely put his hands in his pockets as you walked.Â
âSo?â
âSo⊠howâs life?âÂ
âYou did not just ask me that.â You laughed.
âWhat? Iâm just trying to make actual conversation!â He laughed as well, but later on his expression softened. âYou seemed down these past couple of days though?âÂ
You tilted your head slightly. You didnât think he would notice.Â
âYou⊠noticed?â
âOf course I did!â He grinned, patting his chest proudly. âYou didnât talk that much at our last movie night at Taehyungâs. You usually love to debate after watching a movie.â He chuckled. "The fact that you're not even starting a discussion right now, is lowkey concerning."
That was because of an entirely different thing, but you chose not to say. âI haven't even told Yoongi.âÂ
âEven if you tell him, he wouldnât tell anyone either, so whatâs your point?âÂ
âThatâs fair.â You broke a small smile.Â
âWhat happened?â He stopped mid-track, suddenly losing a bit of confidence in his speaking tone. âI mean, only if youâre comfortable enough to tell meâŠâ
Your expression softened. âItâs a bit stupidâŠâ
âItâs okay, Iâll listen!â He nodded towards you. âIâll just quickly grab those ice cream and weâll sit down somewhere?âÂ
Minutes later he came back with two ice creams and a big stupid grin plastered on his face as usual. âHere you go, letâs sit down on that bench.â
You nodded and thanked him before following him to the bench.Â
âCome sit close to me!â He patted right next to him. When you only looked at him blankly. He added, âPlease?â
You sat down close to him but left a bit of space enough so that your shoulders wouldnât touch.Â
âAre you cold?âÂ
âUh⊠no.â
âOkay, good.â He smiled and took a big bite of his ice cream. âSo, do you still wanna tell me? Or we could also just sit and talk shit about Jin while we eat ice cream if you donât want!â
You smiled. Looking into his eyes, you could feel his sincerity. It could be just you, but you felt somewhat⊠safe.Â
âI used to date this one guy⊠We dated for three months before I ended things with him.âÂ
You looked up to Jungkook, expecting to see a negative expression but he remained silent, only nodding to signal you to continue.Â
âTo be fair we havenât been in touch for almost a year, but he suddenly called me. He was drunk and said a bunch of nonsense. I still replied at first, cause I was worried for his safety. But after I found out he was drunk at home, I bid my goodbye. Then he suddenly saidâŠâ You took a deep breath. âHe said that Iâm a 4.5 with a bitch attitude and being picky wonât help me.â You broke into a sad grin. âItâs stupid, I knowââ
âWho is this fucker? Can I beat the shit outta him? How come Iâve never heard about this?!â
âProbably cause this is how you react.â You chuckled. âIt had me quite bothered for quite sometime, maybe the fact that I also havenât dated in a while adds to it, but I guess I feel somewhat better now.âÂ
âSo thatâs why you said you thought you werenât my type?âÂ
âHuh?â
âThat fucker needs to get his eyes and brain checked.â He shook his head. âYou know, itâs fine to not want to settle for less.â He said as he looked at the sun setting in the sky. âHeâs just butthurt you donât want him back.âÂ
You stayed silent but nodded.
âHis dickâs probably small anyway.â When you slapped his arm, he laughed. âWhat? Am I wrong? Why did you even break up with him?â
âHe's sexist!â
âAnd his dick is small.â He followed.Â
âJungkook!â You began to laugh as well.Â
âYou know youâre easily a ten, but Iâll give a nine for now.â He said, pretending to be serious with rubbing his chin and squinting his eyes.Â
âWhy? What deduct the one point?â
âCause you havenât like me back yet.âÂ
âGod, make that at least five points then, I hate you.â You rolled your eyes, but laughed.Â
He smiled softly. âFeeling better?âÂ
âWell, I guess? But now my ice cream's all melty.â You pouted, trying to lick some that was melting down the cone.Â
âThatâs why you eat fast like me.â He proudly said.Â
âAnd have stomach problem? No thanks.â
âHere let me justâŠâ He licked a stripe from your cone and took a big bite. âThere.â
You were taken aback. So stunned that you could only blink a few times at him.Â
âWhat? Donât tell me that turned you on?â He smirked.Â
âYou⊠Jungkook, thatâs gross!â You whined, which only resulted in his laughter.Â
â
The next day Jungkook wanted a full day date. Boy kept saying that he wanted fair chance since it was his last day. He already planned a list of things both of you would do and all, and the first being eating brunch with you.Â
âDo you really have to come this early?â You complained as you opened your apartment door for the guy.Â
When the said guy sheepishly didnât move and enter, you raised one of your eyebrows. His hands were behind his back, clearly holding something, and you can see both of his arms flexed, seemingly grasping something tightly. You were searching for his boyish grin, but his expression seemed worried instead.Â
âI got you flowers.â He said, sounding discouraged.Â
âOh?â You replied, but wondered why he just kept standing and not move.Â
âI found out last minute that you donât like flowersâŠâ He frowned. âYoongi told me in the group chat after I got too excited and sent them a pic of the flowers I got you.â
He looked like a lost puppy, and suddenly you had the urge to hug him to ease all his pain away. You stopped yourself before the impulse got the best of you and you grabbed him by the forearm, dragging him inside and closing the door.Â
âYou canât stay in that position the whole day, you have to hand me the flowers.â You folded your arms, trying to hold in a chuckle.Â
âBut you donât like them!â
âI havenât even seen them.â
He finally moved his hands and revealed a small bouquet of fresh daisies. It was a simple bouquet, nothing too extravagant with a brown wrapping paper. It somehow reminded you of his smile and how radiant he looked when he did so. Yes, you did not like flowers, they were unpractical, it felt like an unnecessary addition, a waste of space. But somehow you like it. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy and it was very pleasant. It made you wanna accept it with open arms. Truthfully, the description did not really feel like it was describing flowers anymore, but you decided to not further ponder on it.Â
âThank you.â You took the flowers and sniffed it, before setting it down on your table.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât know, I feel so dumb cause everyone knew already andââ
âHey, weâve only known each other for three months.â You assured. âBesides, itâs really not much of a big deal, I actually like them.âÂ
âYou do???â
âYeah, they look pretty. I donât know how long I can keep them looking like that though.âÂ
âOh my godâŠâ He exhaled deeply. âI was so worried it would be a deal breaker or something. I was literally shaking!â
He laughed and showed his right hand in front of you, it was shaking slightly. You didnât know why he laughed at it, you didnât find it funny.Â
âIt happens sometimes when Iâm nervous.â He chuckled.Â
Instead of saying something, you took his hand into yours just by intuitive. It was impulsive, but you let go before he had the chance to intertwine his fingers with yours. He didnât comment on your behavior, but a smile was still on his face as he waited for you to grab your things to go.Â
The brunch was on this small cafe near your place. You insisted on paying this time, since he paid for yesterday. The brunch was spent with him trying to sneakily hold your hand, but failed every single time.Â
Next activity on the list was buying clothes together. As cringey as that sounded, and you even almost opposed the idea, Jungkook said that he needed to buy new outfit and he wanted to hear your feedback. Plus, some of his clothes barely fit him anymore since he decided to become a gym rat.Â
âYou actually look great in those skirt.âÂ
âYouâre joking.â You denied, but twirled around in front of the mirror anyway, while trying to convince yourself that you didnât need the purchase.Â
âIâll buy them for you if you wonât.âÂ
âWe didnât have all those money-saving talk with Namjoon only for you to say that.â You folded your arms.Â
âOh come on, you look great!â He pointed to you and his lips forming into a small pout. âBesides, weâre on a date today so I think thatâs a pretty good excuse.âÂ
âI thought we are here to help you buy some clothes, not buy me skirt that I probably wonât wear that often.âÂ
âLet me spoil you for once⊠please?â He begged, eyes all sparkly. His lips shined along with his two lip piercings.Â
âAlright, fine... Iâll get the skirt, but!â You eyed him. âOnly if you buy that straight-cut jeans you just tried before.â
âDeal.â
âThatâs it? Youâre not gonna argue on how those arenât on trend anymore?â You raised an eyebrow.Â
âI was gonna buy them anyways. You were practically drooling when I showed you.â He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows playfully at you. âKinda was just waiting for you to admit itâŠâ
You only rolled your eyes, but you couldnât open your lips to deny his words either.Â
After you changed back into your clothes and Jungkook paid for the purchases, he went back to you with a sly grin on his face and you immediately suspected something. He came back with a pair of matching string bracelet.Â
âYou can just not wear them later if you donât want to, but let me be delusional for today, okay?â
You both left the store after you let him put the bracelet on your wrist.Â
Next in line was spending time on a local amusement park. It was nothing too extreme, just a small carnival that has a few rides and snack booths. The guy kept insisting that you both should take a picture when the sun set.Â
âCotton candy!â Jungkook sprinted to the booth like a hungry kid, his laughter could be heard even as him getting far from where you were standing.Â
You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you walked to his direction.Â
âPink, blue, or green?âÂ
âBlue, maybe?â
âAlright.â He grinned and paid the seller as they handed the blue cotton candy stick. âWhy blue though?âÂ
âDunno, just kinda matches your outfit.â
âSweetheart, Iâm wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt.â He giggled.Â
Which should be a crime! Cause who even looks that good in a basic white t-shirt??? You thought to yourself. âYour jeans, I guess..?â
âIf you say so.â He chuckled. âWanna ride the ferris wheel?â
âBeing in a such small space with you sounds dangerous.âÂ
âIâll protect you, babe.â He winked.Â
âThe danger is you, babe.â You mocked.Â
He smirked, clearly amused. âWell, at least I got you to call me babe, thatâs a win for me.âÂ
âYouâre annoâ hmph!â He stuffed a ball of cotton candy in your mouth, laughing continuously at the sight.Â
After wandering around for a while and finishing the cotton candy, Jungkook dragged you to the shooting game. You refused, saying how you never really win these kind of games, but knowing him, losing was never really his thing. You saw how big the main prize was and you know Jungkook, you knew his ego, you knew damn well that was what he was aiming.Â
âIf youâre aiming for that giant teddy bear, donât. We canât carry that thing around...â
âYou canât tell me what to do.â He didnât listen and instead paid for the game tickets.Â
âWe canât carry that in your motorcycle, thatâs like another passenger!â
âJust watch me.â He smirked, already aiming with the toy gun.Â
You rolled your eyes, thereâs really no telling him on this. âFine, whatever.âÂ
After just two shots, you hear him jump in celebration, fist in the air and the staff rang the bell for him winning the price. You were ready to complain, but the staff handed you a small frog plushie instead. You looked at Jungkook and saw his boyish grin, his eyes almost turned into crescents. You looked back at the plushie in your hands and couldnât lie to yourself, it was very adorable.Â
âYou didnât aim for the grand prize?â
âYou told me not to.â He shrugged. âPlus, you like frogs, right?â
âWellâŠâÂ
âI wished I took a picture of your expression when they handed you the plushie.â He laughed, a soft blush decorating his cheeks.Â
You finally agreed to ride the ferris wheel with him. The park was going to close in an hour anyway, and you thought why not, it wouldnât hurt anyone to go for one ride.Â
You sat across him, hugging the frog plushie on your lap. It was silent for the first few minutes, but it was comfortable, not awkward. You were just looking at the view from above and silently admiring it.Â
âDid you have fun?â He asked. Suddenly your attention went back to him and his smile.Â
âWell, yeah⊠I did.â You nodded. âThanks.âÂ
âDonât thank me, I had fun too.â He smiled. âEverythingâs fun with you though so I may be biasedâŠâÂ
You didnât really know what to say to counter his words. You just smiled and went back to looking at the window.Â
âMind if I sit next to you?â
âUh⊠sure. Just be careful, you might tilt the cart.âÂ
Jungkook carefully moved to sit next to you. He muttered a small âphewâ as he sat down. âWow, the viewâs better here.â He said, looking straight at you.Â
âWhat do you mean? Howââ And then it clicked to you. âOh my god⊠shut up!â You hit his arm, and he laughed.Â
âTake my compliment for once!âÂ
âNever.â You stuck your tongue out.Â
The ride soon came to an end. You remembered that you promised Jungkook to take a picture with the sunset, but out of nowhere it started to rain. Although it was just small drizzle, itâs hard to take picture and avoid getting soaked at the same time. You both ran to the nearest sheltered place, with Jungkookâs leather jacket covering both of you.Â
You said your sorry about his now wet jacket, but the boy did not seem to be bothered, as you can see how bright and happy he was, just from running with you under the rain. You sighed, but an idea came to you as soon as you saw a photo booth machine, not far from where you were standing.Â
âDo you⊠maybe wanna do that instead?â
âPhotobooth?â He looked at you, as if he couldnât believe your words.Â
âWhy? You donât want to?â
âNo! I want to!â He said, almost too quickly. âBut itâs just weird that you suggest it. But itâs a good weird!â He chuckled.Â
âI promised you a picture, so weâre getting a picture.âÂ
âAww.â Jungkook pout his lips in a kissy way, teasing you.Â
âLetâs go before I regret it.â You dragged him inside the booth.Â
The first pose you playfully put peace signs behind Jungkookâs head, giving him bunny ears, while he only stuck out his tongue. The second one, Jungkook made a love sign with both of his hands, and you surprised him with a middle finger, which he yelled at you afterwards, but couldnât really continue to complain as the countdown for the next photo were already starting.Â
Since Jungkook spent at least three and a half seconds with his protest, you both were panicking for the last picture, running out of ideas. As the countdown stating two, he suddenly pulled you closer and leaned on your shoulder. The shutter flashed and the photo was taken. You were still in awe and couldnât process what just happened. You only followed when you saw Jungkook making his way out from the booth to collect the picture.Â
The guy giggled like a highschool boy, taking the printed photos, then giving one copy to you. You stared at the last picture, how genuine Jungkookâs smile when he leaned on your shoulder, while you had your eyes widened in surprise. You felt your face heating in embarrassment.Â
âUgh⊠can we just cut out the last picture?âÂ
âI was thinking the same thing, Iâm putting it on my wallet!â He said, eyes still looking up and down on the set of photos.Â
When you only looked at him in disbelief, he uttered a small âwhat?â, and laughed.Â
Both of you ended up eating some cups of ramen in a nearby convenience store, as you wait for the rain to stop pouring. He took you home right after, insisting on waking you to your door.Â
âTake care of little Kookie for me, yeah?â He said, pointing at your frog plushie, as you stopped at your unitâs front door.Â
âWhy is he named after you?â You chuckled.Â
âIâm his father!â He pretended to be offended.
âWell, say bye to your papa now, little Kookie.â You waved the plushieâs small hand to him.Â
Jungkook felt his heart somersault. He turned away for a second, covering his mouth. He cleared his throat. âWell, uh⊠thank you again, for todayâŠâ
âYeah! Thank you tooâŠâ You chewed your inner lips, hugging your plushie close.Â
âI uhâŠâ He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. âI just wanna let you know that what I said to you⊠about deciding whether you like me or not after the dates⊠I was just saying stuff. I donât wanna pressure you into deciding your feelings for me or anything, I genuinely just wanna spend some time with you, and Iâm thankful for your time.âÂ
You nodded, smiling at him. Your eyes locked with each other for a quick second. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was the moonlight, or the lamp in front of your door that you recently just got replaced. Either way, you could see the stars in Jungkookâs eyes and his skin glowed, but so did his lips. They were practically sparkling and glossy, you wondered if he had put any lip balm over it. For a moment, your attention stopped at his lips, just wondering how it would feel against yours. Would it be soft? Would you feel the cold metal of his lip piercing against your skin?Â
The man in front of you seemed to be lost in his thoughts as well. You swore you saw his eyes darted to your lips for a quick glance, before coming back to your eyes. Just when he leaned down a bit to your height levelâŠÂ
You froze. What was that? You felt your stomach turned, you couldnât exactly point out whether it was due to nervousness, or if you were simply just afraid. You took a step back and your back almost hit the front door.
âYou should head back, it could rain again soonâŠâ You said, looking away.Â
âOh.â There was disappointment in his voice. âOkay then⊠bye.â He waved to you awkwardly and walked away.Â
As you see his figure walking away, you went inside your apartment and closed the door behind you. Sitting down on your sofa, you put your hand over your chest. Funny how your heart was still beating so fast. You were panicking, feeling everything all at once. Nervousness, excitement, curiosity, but mostly fright. The unknown territory was making you scared. The new feelings you were feeling, you didnât even know if it would be okay to feel it.Â
Still laying down on your sofa, you took your phone and dialed your best friend.Â
âYou called.â You heard Yoongiâs voice from the other line.Â
âWhy are you saying it like that.âÂ
âYou only call when youâre stressing over something, otherwise, you only text.âÂ
You hate how smart and observant your friend was sometimes. âI think I feel something for Jungkook.âÂ
âIsnât that⊠I donât know, good?âÂ
âI donât know⊠it just hit me like a truck, okay? One minute I wanna punch that stupid grin out of his face, the next thing I know, his lips looked so shiny and he got me wondering if his piercings would feel cold against my lips.âÂ
âOkay, wow.â Yoongi said in amusement. âCare to elaborate?â
âWhat if Iâm just⊠super horny or something? I mean I havenât been with anyone for like god knows how long now, and I could just be desperate and Jungkook is good looking, extremely good looking may I add, andââ
âOkay, okay⊠Y/N, pause for a second.â Yoongi sighed. âSo you think you might be just horny and you feel bad for it?â
âOf course I feel bad! I donât wanna use Jungkook like that! Just because he has this stupid crush on me, doesnât mean I can do whatever I want with him. Iâm not that kind of person!â You exclaimed, the volume of your voice getting slightly higher.Â
âTell me, how do you feel after the dates? Did you enjoy it?â
âWell yeah, I had a great time actually. I didnât expect Jungkook to be that caring, and heâs actually very good at initiating conversationâŠâ You wondered what else you could point out.Â
âDuring that time, did Jungkook mention or do anything sexual?âÂ
âN-no! Of course not! Yoongi, do you take me as the fuck-on-the-first-date kind of person???â You said, slightly offended.
âSo you like him.â He stated casually.Â
âIâm sorry?â
âYou caught feelings. Just admit that Jungkook has officially win you over.â
âI⊠whatâŠâÂ
âI knew it. I shouldnât have let you go on those dates, now both of you are gonna be so gross when we hang out...â You heard your friend groaned.Â
âI like him?â You asked, more to yourself rather than to your best friend.Â
âMaybe you should call Jungkook instead and tell him.â
You widened your eyes in horror. âNo way, that guy only has a crush on me, itâs more of a hyperfixation, like Iâm his girl of the month or something. Iâm sure itâs not like how you think it is.â
âYou should ask him yourself instead of making assumptions, just saying. And you knowâŠâ Yoongi paused for a second before continuing. âI think that kid is actually a good person, despite how dumb and annoying he looks.â When he got no respond from you, he spoke again. âAlright, Iâll leave you with your thoughts, just make sure youâll talk with him about this, okay? Take care, Y/N.âÂ
Yoongi hang up the call while you were still sitting down, expression blank, staring at the wall in front of you.Â
â
Jungkook didnât text you at all after the date. Not like you text each other regularly, but you lowkey expected him to after. You wanted to call him, or at least text him. You wanted to say how you feel but you were again, scared. You began to think if you were reading it wrong. He was popular, you wondered if he just acted like that to everyone, if you were catching feelings, while he just wanted to hang out and have a bit of fun. After all, he never really explicitly said that he had feelings for you, all you knew that he admitted his giant crush for you while being under the influence of alcohol.Â
You never hear from Jungkook again until the next week. Hoseok invited you all to game night over his place. You wanted so badly to bail and fake being sick, but Yoongi picked you up, basically forcing you to come and face your problem like an actual adult.
With all these new and mixed emotions that you were still getting used to, the thought of seeing Jungkook in person sounded so overwhelming. He would probably just act like how he usually would, because of course, why wouldnât he. After all you were the one who suddenly took a weird turn.
âFinally!â Hoseok shouted, as he opened the door for both of you and Yoongi.Â
âCome on, switch with Namjoon, he sucks!â Jin spoke while his eyes still not leaving the TV screen and his fingers loud against the controller.Â
They were playing Tekken 8 on Hoseokâs Playstation. You saw how Namjoon was basically getting his ass kicked, playing as a Panda character, while Jin quickly leading himself towards victory using the character that coincidentally has the same name as him.Â
Jin Kazama wins.Â
The oldest one screamed happily, while Namjoonâs protests and excuses could be heard very loudly. Everyone laughed at the two, so it was easy to spot the one who didnât laugh as much, whose expression didnât hold that much excitement, sitting on the edge of the sofa just playing with his phone instead.Â
âY/N, come on!â Jin patted the on the carpet to the now empty seat next to him, since Namjoon already excused himself to get more popsicles from the fridge.Â
You followed and sat down next to Jin on the carpet, which was directly in front of Jungkook, who was slouching on the couch.Â
Sitting down quietly, you took the controller and beginning to scroll through the rooster of characters. You chose the character named Lili, while Jin stayed with his current main.Â
When you beat Jin and the sound of your friends cheering loudly was heard, you began to feel a little bit relaxed, at the very least you could forget for a moment about your situation with Jungkook. That was until, you heard Yoongi spoke.Â
âJungkook, your turn.âÂ
You immediately turned your head towards your best friend, eyeing him straight. How could he betray you like this was beyond you.Â
âNah, you play Iâm not really in the mood.â He rejected politely.
Your eyes went back to the screen because you refused to see Jungkookâs expression. You pretended to busy yourself pressing the dpad button up and down on the character choices.Â
âThis is the first time Iâve ever heard Jungkook refusing a match.â Taehyung said while munching on his potato chips.Â
âYeah, thatâs so unlike you, man!â Hobi joined. âCome on, we all know youâre good, but Y/N doesnât know that yet!â He added.Â
A small groan came out from Jungkookâs mouth before he stood up, and once again everyone cheered. Jin stood to switch seats with him. The man locked his eyes with you once, before sitting down and picking up the controller in his hand. He didnât take too long picking a character. His choice landed on a boxer character.Â
The match went quietly with only the sound of the video game from the speaker. Your friends behind you somehow went silent as well, and the atmosphere in the room became very tense.Â
âIs it just me or it kinda feels like theyâre actually fighting with each otherâŠâ Jin whispered to Hoseok who was sitting next to him. Hoseok only signaled with his hand shaking next to his neck to cut it out, while the rest only widened their eyes and try their best not to make any comment.Â
You pretended like you did not hear any of it and kept mashing the controller buttons. The milliseconds of your attention being taken away from the game gave your opponent a leaway to break your combo and finally beating down your character.Â
Steve Fox wins.Â
âAll right, Yoongi you switch with me, Iâm gonna go get some air.â You excused yourself and headed to the balcony, closing the door behind you.Â
Technically it was not a lie. It just got a bit stuffy with eight people inside an apartment living room. Especially when the guy you suddenly had feelings for was in the equation as well.Â
You searched your back pocket for your pod and cursed silently when it was nowhere inside your jeans pocket.Â
âLooking for your vape?â Jungkook entered the balcony uninvited, wiggling your small disposable vape pod in front of you. But when you were about to take it from him, he withdrew his hand. âI thought youâve stopped.â
âI did. I only do it when Iâm nervous. Thatâs why itâs a disposable.â You said weakly.Â
âI noticed.â He replied in a monotone, now pocketing the pod inside his pants, refusing to give it to you.Â
âYou smoke, donât act all high.â You retorted.Â
âWell, have you seen me smoke these past few weeks?âÂ
âNo, actually⊠yeah, now that I think of it, you didnât even smoke once when we went outââ You stopped when the memories of your date went through your head. âJungkook, about thatâŠâ You bit your lips, nervously facing him.Â
He also turned his body to your direction, looking at you directly. âIâm sorry.â He suddenly said.Â
âHuh? For what?âÂ
âI feel like Iâve pressured you into something you donât actually want. Iâve been thinking and re-thinking about it the past few days and it drives me crazy. I may have feelings for you, but that doesnât give me the right to drag you along to do stuff with me just because you enjoyed spending time with me as a friend.â
âWait, Jungkook, I donât feel that way!â
âI know! Thatâs why I apologizeââ
âNo! I mean, I didnât feel like you dragged me along or anything. I genuinely enjoyed our date andâŠâ You looked away, taking a deep breath before continuing. âIf Iâm not reading it wrong, youâre saying you truly have feelings for me?âÂ
âIsnât that obvious already?âÂ
âWell, I thought I was just your girl obsession of the week or something⊠You have celebrity crushes left and right, okay?! Hell, you even had a crush on Namjoon at one point!!!âÂ
âThe Namjoon crush was a joke. Man just got some nice thighs and I was just admiring it.â He defended.Â
You took another deep breath. âLook, Iâm sorry as well⊠the emotions were all just come clashing to me at once and I just told you to go home instead of dealing with it.âÂ
âBut, you rejected my kiss...â He said with a weak voice, you almost didnât catch it.Â
âCause I havenât figured out what I want yet. I thought I was just so touch deprived that your lips looked inviting that day.â You admitted while cursing yourself secretly inside your mind. That was lowkey embarrassing.Â
âTry being me, your lips look inviting every single day!â He exclaimed, his mood now seemed to be improving.Â
âBe serious.â You hit his sides. He muttered an âowâ but you doubted it even hurt the slightest bit.Â
âSo now youâve figured out what you want?â His doe eyes looking at you directly.Â
âIâm getting there⊠I guess.â You broke the eye contact, it was a bit too much for you and suddenly you felt a bit sweaty. âBut I think I like you too.âÂ
âSay that again while looking at me.âÂ
âHell no.â You suddenly covered your face with both of your hands.Â
âPlease?â He grabbed your wrists, softly trying to prey open your hands. âI just want to have the visual memory of it captured in my brain.â
When you finally loosened your grip, he took his chance and held both of your hands in his. He grabbed them for a few seconds, intertwining his fingers with yours, before letting them go. He traced his fingers along your right wrist where you wore the bracelet that he got you, the one he got matching with his, and then moved his hands up to cup your face. The entire time he did all that, you could actually feel the shakiness in his hands, and it melted your heart.Â
âCan I?â
You nodded and he did not waste any second before dipping in and closing the gap between you.Â
Oh boy you were right, his piercings did feel cold against your lips, but that was only for a quick second before everything felt warm and soft, and your mind became blurry. You were moving your lips against his carefully, afraid to accidentally hurt him by his piercing, but instead earned a small bite on your bottom lip from Jungkook. You gasped and pulled away, hitting his chest. Since when were you in his embrace? That you did not know.Â
âWe gotta head back now or theyâll get suspicious.â
He giggled and kissed your forehead. âTheyâre already suspicious, babe.âÂ
âStill, we gotta head backâŠâ
âYou guys done making out?! Weâre hungry!!!â You heard Jimin shouted from inside the apartment.Â
Jungkook and you looked at each other with widened eyes, before laughing in unison. He pecked you on the lips one more time before running back inside with you, holding hands.Â
Thank you for reading! đž
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kinktober | pIeasure in your pleas - o.p.
summary: with oscar teasing you relentlessly, your incesent begging shows how badly you need him. the begging only drives him on, taking great pleasure from your pleas.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, fingering, dom!oscar, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise, light dacryphilia.
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a/n: last week of kinktober!! remember there's this post, an extra tomorrow and then the final halloween post. hope you all enjoy this, as the majority of you all voted dom!oscar! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
oscar piastri was a lot of thingsâcharming, competitive, and determinedâbut when it came to you, he had a streak that was insatiably playful, bordering on devilishly teasing. you were lounging in his hotel room after a long day, the air between you charged with a lingering electricity. the chemistry the both of you shared was undeniable, and despite the endless hours of travel and work, your mind could never quite keep away from thinking about him.
tonight was no different.
oscar was in one of his moods, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he lay on his side, propped up by an elbow. You could feel his gaze trailing over you, soaking up every movement of your smaller body, every shift in your expression as you read the latest articles on your phone. he had a knack for reading you, knowing just what buttons to press to drive you to the edge.
his fingers traced an absentminded pattern along your thigh, the gentle graze of his fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. his touch was maddeningly light, not enough to satisfy the craving you had building inside but enough to keep your senses buzzing with anticipation.
you shifted restlessly on the bed, your breath coming out a little sharper than usual. âoscarâŠâ you managed to say, your voice sounding far too needy for your liking. you knew he could hear the pleading in itâhe always did.
âwhat is it?â he asked, his tone all innocent curiosity as if he hadnât been the one tormenting you for the past twenty minutes. his fingers halted their exploration, and you almost whimpered at the loss. the small smirk on his face started to grow larger as he heard you try to restrain any noises.
he knew what you wanted. hell, he could practically feel it radiating off of you in waves, the growing desperation to have him do something, anything, more than this teasing.
âoscar,â you said again, hoping he would just stop this game. but he didnât move. instead, he leaned in a little closer, tilting his head as if he were trying to figure you out.
âiâm listening,â he prompted, his voice low and smooth, laced with a teasing note that sent a shiver down your spine. you bit your lip, embarrassed at the sheer neediness in your voice. You were supposed to be strong, confident.. not this needy mess begging for his attention. but when he was looking at you like that, with those knowing eyes and that infuriatingly smug smirk, it felt impossible to hold onto any semblance of control.
âplease,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, but were instantly met back with a âplease, what?â and there it wasâthat teasing lilt again. it drove you crazy, the way he reveled in making you beg for him. his fingers resumed their lazy exploration, but now they danced along the inside of your thigh, so close to where you ached for him yet so far at the same time.
your breath hitched at the touch, your hips arching slightly towards his hand of their own accord. but he pulled away in an instant, as if to punish you for trying to get what you wanted without asking for it.
âplease,â you repeated, louder this time, almost desperate. you could feel the heat building between your legs, a slow, torturous burn that only oscar seemed capable of igniting.
âcome on,â he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper now. he shifted closer, his face mere inches from yours. âyou know what I want to hear,â he coaxed, hooded eyes switching from your own, to your lips, and then back up.Â
you felt your cheeks flush, embarrassment warring with the overwhelming need you felt. he knew exactly how to push you, to toy with you until you were practically falling apart at his feet. it was maddening, the way he got such a twisted pleasure out of hearing you beg.
âoscar,â you tried again, your voice trembling slightly. âplease, fuck. justââ
âjust what?â he cut in, smirk overtaking his face completely. he was enjoying this far too much, taking great pleasure in the way you were slowly unraveling under his touch. he hadnât had you like this in so long, due to the latest tripler header. why shouldnât he let himself indulge a little?
your hands fisted in the sheets, trying to find something to ground you. âtouch me,â you finally managed to say, barely a whisper. âi need you.â
âoh?â he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. âyou need me?â he pushed, needing more than that to allow his fingers to continue their journey up your thigh.
âyes,â you breathed, nodding desperately. âplease, osc. i need you so fucking bad, iâm desperate,â you told him, closing your eyes in defeat. you knew you had to let yourself beg a little more to get what you wanted.
but Oscar wasnât satisfied with that. no, he wanted more. he always wanted more, and today was no different.Â
âsay it again,â he urged, his voice dropping to a low murmur. his hand traced up your thigh once more, fingers grazing the edge of your shorts, so achingly close yet still not quite enough. the icy touch of his calloused fingers against your soft skin was amazing, you desperately needed him to move further.
you felt yourself shudder, the tension in your body almost unbearable at this point. âfuckingâ please,â you repeated, louder this time. âi need you, oscar. i need you so fucking bad, you have no idea.â
he let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through you, making your breath catch in your throat, heat filling your cheeks. âthatâs a good start,â he mused, almost as if he were talking to himself.
a good start?? you felt a surge of frustration, though it was mixed with desire. that combination was deadly, and it felt almost too much to bear. he was enjoying this, drawing it out just to watch you squirm beneath him.
âoscar,â you pleaded, your voice breaking slightly. âpleaseââ âhmm,â he interrupted, tilting his head as if considering your plea. âi donât know⊠iâm not sure if you really deserve it yet.â
the words sent a shock of arousal through you, a mixture of frustration and want so intense it nearly left you breathless. he was toying with you, holding back just to hear you beg more.
âplease,â you begged again, your voice a desperate whimper now. âi need you so badly, oscar, pleaseââ
âmuch better,â he murmured, his fingers finally slipping under the hem of your shorts, brushing over the fabric of your underwear. you gasped at the sudden movementâ but still, it wasnât enough. not nearly enough.Â
you couldnât hold back the needy sound that escaped your lips at the sensation. âosc,â you breathed, your voice nothing more than a desperate plea at this point. âfor fuck sakeâ iâm begging you.â
he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. âi love hearing you beg like this,â he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to roll your eyes at oscar, as if he didnât just state the obvious. but he spoke up again before you could. âdo you even realize how good you sound right now? whining.. begging, just for me?â
you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling with need. you repeated your pleas over and over, your voice barely recognizable now, laced with desperation. âosc, pleaseâŠâ
he seemed to consider your plea for a moment, as if weighing his options. and then, finally, he pressed his lips against your neck, the gentle brush of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
you let out a high-pitched moan, your entire body relaxing into the touch. but he didnât stop there. his lips trailed down, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the curve of your neck, his hand slipping lower as his fingers brushed over the fabric covering your most sensitive spotâ the spot where you needed him most.
your breath hitched at the contact, another moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. you were too far gone to care about holding back nowâtoo lost in the overwhelming need for him to keep up any pretense of restraint.
âoscar,â you breathed, the sound of his name almost a sob. even more so when you continued to chant his name, hoping heâd accept those begs and start giving you what you wanted.
he hummed in satisfaction, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, brushing over your heated skin. you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling at the sensation.
âgood girl,â he praised quietly, his voice sending another shiver down your spine. his low, quiet voice was such a sharp contrast to your loud, insistent begs that he was making you hit out with. âyouâre doing so well for me, baby. doing just as i ask.â
the praise made you feel lightheaded, your mind going blank with need. he knew exactly how to unravel you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the overwhelming desire for him.
he pressed a finger against your clit, the sudden contact making you gasp. your hips arched involuntarily towards him, trying to chase the feeling. but he pulled back just enough to leave you wanting, a teasing grin on his lips. your eyes widened at the loss of contact, staring at his cocky expression with confusion lacing itâs way onto your features.
âpatience,â he chided, his voice laced with amusement. âyou begged so nicely, loveâ i want to enjoy this for a little longer, you understand right?â
you let out a whimper of frustration, your body practically thrumming with need. it was almost unbearable, the way he kept you on the edge, never quite giving you enough to tip you over.Â
âplease,â you begged again, your voice was nothing but a broken whisper at this point, just like he wanted. âoscar, pleaseââ
he seemed to take pity on you then, his fingers finally slipping inside, pressing into your heat with a deliberate slowness that made you feel like you were coming apart at the seams. you let out a choked moan, your hands clutching the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.
he set a slow, torturous pace, watching with rapt attention as you writhed beneath him, his name falling from your lips in a desperate chant. you were so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it. but just as you felt yourself start to unravel, he pulled back, his fingers stilling inside you. you let out a frustrated whine, your hips bucking towards him in a futile attempt to chase the feeling.
ânot yet,â he hummed, his voice all dark amusement. âYouâll have to beg a little more than that, baby.â
You couldnât stop the tears of frustration that welled up in your eyes, your entire body trembling with need. âplease,â you sobbed, your voice breaking. âfucking hellâ iâm going to lose it oscar, iâm begging you pleaseââ
âthatâs it,â he murmured, his voice almost reverent as he took in the sight of you, completely undone beneath him. âyouâre doing so well for me.â
and then, finally, he relented, his fingers resuming their movement. this time oscar resumed his rhythm with renewed intensity, his fingers driving into you with a purposeful, steady pace that made your whole body quiver. he was focused, watching every expression you made as if memorizing them. it was almost as if your desperation was a reward in itself, fueling his relentless teasing.
âlook at you,â he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. âso needy for just my fingers?â
you could barely respond, the pleasure building inside you making it difficult to think straight. every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of heat flooding through you, and the pressure inside was coiling tighter and tighter. your lips parted, your breathing ragged, and you felt your chest rising and falling faster than you could control.
his words kept you tethered, just enough to drive you forward. âshit,â you whimpered, feeling so close to the release you had been begging for. âoscar, iâm going toââ
âno,â he cut you off, his voice firm yet still maddeningly gentle. ânot yet.â
the desperation in his tone mirrored your own, but he was too wrapped up in thisâwrapped up in you. he wanted to hold you there, wanted you to reach the peak only when he decided to allow it. your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to obey, every muscle in your body taut, straining against the thin thread of control he held over you.
you felt a tear slip down your cheek, your voice catching in your throat. âoscar, pleaseââ the word was a broken sob now, a plea, a surrender. you couldnât hold back anymore, the raw, vulnerable sound of your voice echoing in the room.
âthatâs it,â he cooed, a dark satisfaction coloring his voice. âsuch a good girl, begging so sweetly for me. just like i wanted you to do, and you listened. so, so good for me.â
the praise felt like gasoline to the fire, burning away the last shred of restraint you had left. your nails dug into his arm, your grip trembling as you tried to ground yourself in the onslaught of sensation. the ache inside you was almost too much to bear, the pleasure teetering on that agonizing edge, waiting for permission to break free.
âoscar,â you pleaded, your voice strained and breathless. âi needâplease, i canâtâ i needâ
âi know,â he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and something more tender, something almost fond. âbut you need to hold on just a little longer, baby. i know you can do that for meâ
the way he spoke, the absolute control he wielded over you, left you feeling utterly powerless and yet completely safe. it was a maddening paradox, the pleasure intertwined with the anticipation. every second felt like an eternity, and yet you never wanted this feeling to end.
when he finally pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, you felt another surge of arousal rush through you. he was marking you, claiming you, and the knowledge of that made you feel impossibly closer to the edge.
âokay,â he finally breathed, his voice almost a growl, his fingers picking up speed. ânow.â
it was all you needed to hear. the words triggered something inside you, the pressure snapping like a tightly wound string. your body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over you in an overwhelming wave, leaving you breathless and shaking. his name fell from your lips in a cry, your vision going hazy as you rode out the intense pleasure.
oscar didnât stop, working you through your high with steady, deliberate movements until you were left trembling in the aftershocks, your body completely spent. he held you, his touch gentle now, as if afraid you might break under his hands. the intensity of the moment slowly faded, replaced by a lingering warmth that spread through your entire being.
you were panting, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. oscar shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. his fingers brushed against your cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped out earlier. there was a tenderness in his gaze now, a softness that hadnât been there during his teasing.
âgood girl,â he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. âyou did so well for me. listening to everything i said.â
you felt a smile tug at your lips, the praise making your chest swell with a quiet satisfaction. the teasing might have driven you to the brink, but the way he looked at you now made it all worth it.
as the tension melted away, you allowed yourself to relax against him, your body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. oscar shifted, pulling you closer to him until you were nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the gesture intimate and comforting.
âare you okay?â he asked softly, his tone laced with genuine concern. you nodded, still too dazed to form words, and felt him chuckle quietly against you. the sound was warm and familiar, grounding you in the aftermath of everything that had just happened.
he held you for a while longer, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back as you slowly came back to yourself. there was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet intimacy of being held by someone who knew you so deeply.
and as you lay there, completely spent and yet utterly content, you couldnât help but feel grateful for the way oscar knew how to push you to your limitsâand then catch you when you inevitably fell.
#em's fics#em's filth#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x female reader#oscar piastri oneshot#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri blurb#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri imagine#f1 smut#f1 blurb#f1 imagine#kinktober 2024
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Kinich with a pregnant s/o
After hearing the news he as quite shocked yet happy at the same time..to put it simple. He was feeling alot of mix emotions but still went along to support his girlfriend in the best way possible.
â For the first few weeks he kind of over prepared. Needed a drink? He got it for you in less than a second. A hug? He's right here. Commissions? What's that?
â Tried his best to come home early so he could take care of his S/O and spend time with her.
â Was confused about the moodswings at times but soon learnt about it and didn't mind much.
â The type to read books and research on how to take care of a pregnant woman, make them happy..etc
â Wouldn't care much about the gender and would still treat them with love and affection.
â Ajaw was not happy about this and went on a 10 hour rant about it just to get put in time out in less than 5 minutes.
â Would make sure to be there with you through every step of the pregnancy.
âWould try and cook all your pregnancy cravings and even try them with you if needed.
â Might stress about your diet a little and try to make you eat healthy as much as a he can.
You had started to feel sick over the past weeks, first you thought you may have caught a cold, but as the symptoms became more clearer. You started connecting the dots and was starting to become slightly worried. After being in denial for almost a week, you finally decided to take an pregnancy test and..as you feared. It turned out positive. You were scared and nervous to stay the least. Panicking and one second away from a mental break down until you heard the front door open.
Kinich had just gotten home from a commission and was now looking for you in slight worry. You hadn't come and welcome him back as usual which was confusing to him. Ajaw as usual took it as a chance to mock him as his voice filled the living room.
"Hah...maybe they finally got tired of you and ran away..no wonder.," Ajaw mocked him. His pixilated form flying around Kinich tauntingly as Kinich scoffed. Swatting at Ajaw as he ignored him, focusing on trying to find you. After a few minutes of searching. He finally stopped infront of the bathroom. Seeing it was locked, he gave a few knocks it and heard shuffling. After a few minutes, the door unlocked with you exiting. He could clearly see how nervous you looked and your eyes seemed to be quite puffy too. Were you crying? He couldn't help but be worried. As he went to ask, Ajaw of course say the pregnancy test in the bathroom and didn't even bother hiding his annoyance.
"Are you kidding me right now? Why are they multiplying now!? The almighty k'uhul Ajaw will not stand for this!" Ajaw yelled, only to get ignored as Kinich glanced over seeing the test behind you on the bathroom counter. The room went silent for a few seconds before he sighed and you couldn't help but feel nervous. "Is this yours?" Ajaw but in again refusing to be ignored as he voiced hsi frustration. "You have the nerve to ignore me you pests!? Look at me this instant. I will not st-" and just like that when was now in time out. After a few minutes of awkward silence. Kinich couldn't help but sigh, quietly pulling you into a hug as he rubbed small circles into your back. His voice calm as usual yet holding a slight edge to it. "I'm not angry..just surprised. Let's get you to sit down okay? You look pale."
After a few minutes of exchanging words, you had now finally calmed down and Kinich had made sure to reassure you the entire time. His voice calm yet holding a comforting tone to it.
Extra~
A few months had passed and you were now 4 months pregnant. Your close friends, family and the tribe had given you their support which calmed your nerves, but there had been something bothering you for sometime. You had a weird craving for Mint meat pie. It was weird but you just wanted to try it.
After finally having the kitchen to yourself, you got to work almost instantly. Making the dish you and your unborn child had been wanting, and it tasted quite nice. As you were in the middle of enjoying your meal, the front door open. Signally your boyfriend was now home, you could hear Ajaws voice fill the house thay was once quiet a few seconds smago as they headed your way.
As the two entered, Kinich seemed to notice the Plate of food in your hand and he didn't know if he should be intrigued, confused or disgusted in a way..but he didn't judge you. Ajaw tho, his body practically turned blue and green as he yelled. "What the flying hell is that!? I think I'm gonna be sick..The almighty k'uhul Ajaw commands that you remove it at once. REMOVE I-" He was now in time out again, as kincih walked over with a small sigh.
"Ignore him..is that a new dish you've been craving? I wouldn't mind trying it if you allow me to?"
And just like that, the house was now filled with the voices of the two couples talking about their day as Kinich tried the dish...it wasn't bad he had told you. But anyone would be able to see the way, he forcefully swallowed the spoonful of jelly like meat..anything to make you happy I guess..
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Take Care of Me
Eddie Munson x inexperienced!fem!reader
summary: Eddie decides to tease you in the bedroom when he knows that you're needy. Little does he know that you also have a few tricks up your sleeve.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before your smack it) masturbation (both f and m), touch denial, voyeurism, oral (m receiving) bondage, dom!eddie, dom!reader
part one part two part four
You had been extra needy ever since you and Eddie started sleeping together. You had been in between your sheets almost every night, but then work got busy for him and he was working late so it had been hard for him to come see you. So you had gone almost a week without him and you were starting to get desperate.
You had been using your vibrator like it was your job and had thought about sleeping with other people, but it wouldn't have been the same. Eddie had made it clear that you weren't exclusive and that you could do whatever you wanted, but it was hard to sleep with anyone else when he was just so good at what he did no matter what it was.
So, everything just came to a complete stop as you had waited for him to become available, staring at your phone screen to see if you had even gotta a text. When you didn't, you'd just lie in bed, pleasuring yourself, pretending that your fingers were Eddie's even though they didn't compare. you could get yourself there, but nearly as quick and it wasn't as fun doing it alone.
So one night you just texted him, getting so desperate that you felt like you were going to explode. You needed him and you needed him right then.
I need you so bad daddy
The message was sent in an instant as your need outweighed your usual nerves when it came to talking to Eddie. And he had replied immediately, your face lighting up when you saw he had responded, but your smile quickly faded once you saw what he had replied.
How bad?
He was such an ass sometimes, but you would have been lying if you said you didn't like it. All of the teasing was so exciting and new since Steve always gave you whatever you asked for on a silver platter.
Do you want me to send you a picture of how wet I am?
You were now growing frustrated with him, always seeming to walk right into his trap.
wow you really are needy
another text
keep your pants on alright I'm on my way
He seemed to have shown up at your door in record seep, knocking on it feverishly and you ripped it open, pulling him inside before pushing him onto the bed before crawling on top of him. Shit, you really were needy.
"Uh uh uh," he tisked as he held you at arms length, seeing your eyes getting hungry with desire. If he was going to fuck you, he was at least going to have some fun first.
âGotta beg for me, baby,â he told you, a smirk playing on his pink lips.
âBeg?â You scoffed, climbing off of him, crossing your arms over your chest. âIâm not begging.â
âThen I guess Iâm just gonna have to show you what youâre missing.â
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs you had remembered seeing in his room. He unlocked them with his key then snapped, pointing to the bed.
âBed,â he demanded and you felt a thrill rush through you as you followed his command. You lied flat on the mattress and Eddie moved to straddle your waist so you couldnât go anywhere and raised your wrists above your head, pinning them to your headboard before locking them in place so you couldnât go anywhere.
âYouâre going to watch me get myself off and I want to hear you beg for me like your life depends on it, understand?â
âYes,â you nodded, but Eddie didnât seem to like your response.
âYes what?â You immediately realized your mistake and knew you needed to fix it.
âYes daddy,â you corrected and Eddie smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek.
âGood girl,â he responded before pressing his lips to yours. He then got off of you before moving to stand in front of your dresser that was right across from your bedside table so that you could see him perfectly.
He slowly removed all of his clothes as if he was performing a strip tease and you already found yourself to be filled with nothing but want. Knowing that you couldnât have him drove you crazy, but you knew that the end would be so worth it.
His boxers were the last to go and he let them fall to the floor on top of his other clothes that were in a messy pile. As he reached for the lube bottle that was at the edge of the bed, you took your time to let your eyes rake over his body, still wondering how you were always able to get someone as hot as him into bed with you.
He sat on the edge of the bed so he was out of view and brought his lubed up hand up to his cock, giving it a few slow pumps, making sure to let out some dramatic moans. He chuckled to himself as he heard you attempt to get free.
âEasy there, baby. Iâm just getting started.â His movements picked up as he pumped even faster, real moans falling from his mouth this time. His head fell back and you could see his eyes shutting tight as he got himself off.
âEddie please,â you whined, wanting to finish the job for him, but it proved to be not that easy. He just shushed you then had the audacity to stand up from the bed, placing himself in your desk chair, wanting to give you a full view of what you were missing.
âGonna need a little more from you. I donât think you want it enough.â
âI want it. Want you so bad, daddy.â
âJust a little more,â he responded as he gave himself a few more quick pumps, already feeling like he was reaching his peak.
âWanna suck you off so bad. My mouth is watering just look at you.â And it was. You could feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of finally tasting him for yourself.
And watching him get himself off seemed to make you want him even more. He was so hot sitting there jacking off, his loud moans filling your ears. The whole thing was definitely going to be living in your head rent free.
That seemed to do the trick because Eddie had finally reached his orgasm. You felt yourself getting wet at the sight and you were almost satisfied just watching him, but your need to have your way with him outweighed it.
His cock leaked with cum and you were now drooling, thinking about licking up every last drop and swallowing it down like you had been wanting to for so long.
âAlright,â he sighed once he had come down from his orgasm. He then grabbed the key from his pants and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing you.
He took you by the hands then pulled you over to the edge of the bed, sitting down on it while he forced you down onto your knees, loving how your eyes were filling with lust.
âSince you were so good. I think you deserve a treat.â He spread his legs wide and you couldnât help but let your gaze move to his rock hard cock, cum smeared all over the head. âGo ahead,â he nodded his head towards it. You earned.â
You slowly moved towards him as he leaned back onto the bed with the palms of his hands, looking down at you knowingly. You had only given a few blowjobs in your lifetime so you werenât exactly sure what to do, but you hoped that Eddie would have helped you if you did it wrong.
You wrapped one of your hands around the base and slowly inched the head towards your mouth, slipping it inside and letting your tongue swirl around it to get used to it. Eddie let out a gasp which was followed by another as you began to suck hard, trying to focus on what you remembered from doing it to other guys.
âJesus, relax,â Eddie laughed. âGod, you really did want me, huh?â
All you could do was nod as you licked and sucked on the head, finally getting comfortable and confident in what you were doing. And Eddie seemed to enjoy us as another moan fell from his lips. You glanced up at him and his eyes you were closed as he hummed in pleasure.
âThink you can take more of me?â He asked. âBet it could all fit if you tried.â You werenât sure, but you thought you could at least trying.
So you took a little more of him inch by inch as you continued to lick and suck on his cock, wanting to make sure that none of it went untouched by your tongue.
âThatâs a good girl,â he cooed. âJust like that. Yep, just a little more.â You hadnât even realized that you had gotten it all in until you were practically gagging on it, your nose practically brushing the hair right above the base.
You continued to lick and suck on him as he as he grabbed onto the back of your head, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth as you tried to keep up with him. He was close. You could see it as he eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head.
âSo this is the only way to keep you quiet, hm?â He asked. âGotta fuck your mouth like this so youâll stop being such a whiny brat.â And soon after that, he moaned so loudly that you were sure that your neighbors could hear it as his cum leaked onto your tongue. You pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at him as you swallowed, the stuff feeling a bit weird as it went down.
Eddie collapsed onto the bed as he came down from his orgasm and you stood up, an idea suddenly coming to you.
You helped him sit up then grabbed onto he back of his head, forcing him to look you in the eye.
âWant a taste?â You asked as you raised your chin where there were still remnants of his cum still there. âCâmon, know you want to.â
You brought his face closer to yours and he stuck his tongue out, bringing it to your chin, giving it a few slow strokes which was unusual for him.
âNow câmon, baby, you can do better than that. More enthusiasm.â
Eddie really liked seeing that side of you, how you were able to take charge so easily after the few times youâd slept together. Maybe the student really was becoming the master.
âSee?â You asked as he got more rough licking your chin. âSee how good your taste?â
And he had to agree. Completely unlike anything he had ever tasted before. But he was pretty sure that most of the good taste was just you.
He tongue moved up and tried to move into your mouth, but you pushed him back with a shake of your head.
âI think you deserve a taste of your own medicine,â you told him and his mouth fell open as he started to realize that he had created a monster.
You began to strip, slowly removing your clothes and touching yourself in the ways that you knew he loved to touch you.
You watched him slowly sit up as you unbuttoned your cardigan, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. The cardigan was tossed to the floor and you moved your hand up to your bra, removing both of the straps from your shoulders then reaching back to undo the clasp.
The bra fell to the floor and then you reached up and brought your thumb up to your nipple, moving it in a circular motion until it was hard, moaning dramatically just like Eddie did before moving onto the other one.
You had him right where you wanted him as you watched his mouth fall open, nothing but whines spilling from it. You then pulled down your skirt and let it pool at your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your thong.
Your fingers pressed against the middle of your tits then slowly moved down to your thong, putting a thumb in each of the bands and pulling down, your body now fully naked. Eddie went to stand up, but you just pushed him back down, your eyes darkening as you did so.
âUh uh uh,â you shook your head. âGotta watch the show first.â
Your fingers went straight for your cunt and it took everything in Eddie not to take you right there against the dresser. He watched your every move, your moans mixing together as you pumped your fingers in and out of you and he watched. God, what he would have given to have those be his fingers.
He could practically feel how wet you were and felt himself getting hard all over again. And once you reached your orgasm, your pulled your fingers from your cunt, licking them clean before moving towards Eddie.
You pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, slowly sinking onto him as you began to ride him, finally taking the reins on being on top for once.
âIs this okay?â You asked and he nodded furiously. âYep, Iâm good.ââ
âMe too. And Iâm on birth control.â
He bucked against your hips as your pace picked up, loving how he looked underneath you as you pinned his wrists to the bed.
âDonât I look better on top?â You asked. âDonât you just love when I take control?â
âI do, I really do. Who knew youâd be the one who was dominant?â
Your pace picked up, but you could see that he was already spent, fighting to put in the work. You honestly never thought heâd be the one who couldnât hold out. And that was fine. You just wanted to make sure that he was fully conscious and enthusiastic.
âAlright,â you sighed, climbing off of him. âBed time.â
âNo,â he whined, making grabby hands at you as you tossed his boxers at him.
âBaby, youâre slurring you told him. Now put on your boxers and I promise Iâll rock your world in the morning.â
âDeal,â he slurred and the two of you got into bed as you looked forward for what Eddie had in store next.
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader
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penance
đ staring. Cheol & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader
đź preview. Youâre hyper-aware of the fact that all four of your lovers are just outside the confessional, that theyâre listening in- itâs making your mouth dry, your palms becoming sweaty as you rub them against your dress. âWhen you last confessed, you mentioned greed and lust as your sins. Would you care to elaborate more on that?â The priest asks. âMaybe it will be easier, now that youâre amongst⊠friends.â
tw/cw. unprotected sex, orgies, 3some, 4some, 6some, creampies/filling kink, cum play, dirty talk, praise, degradation, fucking in weird places (a tank & church & outside & bathrooms), multiple sex scenes, choking, rough handling, manhandling, blow jobs, deep throating, oral, squirting, anal, double penetration, triple penetration, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, possessiveness, sir kink, powerplay, free use subthemes, getting horny during confession, sins: lust/greed, fingering, sex as punishment/penance, jealousy, dubious consent/inclusion of a new person, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, finger sucking, spanking, spitting, etc... I pet names: (hers) baby, beautiful princess, kitten, whore/slut, good girl, dirty girl, etc. (cheol's) sir. (gyu's) puppy. (others) etc...
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 21.2k
đ aus. zombie apocalypse au, poly au, military!cheol/hannie/gyu/wonwoo, priest!Joshua, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. so... uh. I watched Sweet Home season 2 and the military men had me hornier than usual.
Prologue:
Itâs been one week since you arrived at the prison compound. One week since you almost died, only to be saved by a group of four of the sexiest men youâd ever seen. Theyâd stormed into the grocery store youâd been cornered in, killed the three zombies whoâd been attacking you, and offered you refuge at one of the few fortified locations for survivors in the area.Â
Youâd heard about a prison with militiamen protecting it, but youâd never thought it was real. Since the supposed âapocalypse,â lies have become much too common, and part of you had always been scared to hope for something like normalcy ever again.Â
Sure, the prison isnât exactly normal. Sleeping in a cell and carrying out daily tasks like tending to the garden outside or helping with food ration prep isnât how youâd pictured your life turning out, but to be fair, when zombies began terrorizing the globe, you hadnât envisioned much of a future for yourself.
Every day you spend surviving is a day past your expiration date, so you take it as it comes.Â
To top it all off, the hierarchy of this new place is something youâre getting used to.Â
The militiamen generally keep to themselves in the barracks section, but you catch glimpses of them heading out every few days in their trucks while you do menial tasks around the prison yard.Â
For the most part, the surviving citizens have formed a mock democracy, a counsel that determines tasks and deals with small-time disputes between survivors. Everyone is pulling their weight in one way or another, but people are kind to each other, and itâs taken some getting used to.Â
Your job today involves handing out rations for dinner. The militia had found a warehouse somewhere in the vicinity with a large amount of instant ramen, so morale is quite high as you serve survivors a hot meal.Â
Youâre still getting the hang of faces and names, but one person stands out as he patiently waits in line. His dark outfit - complete with the white âRoman collarâ around his neck - distinguishes him as the priest who tends to the on-grounds chapel. Youâve heard good things about his services, about the way he uplifts spirits and keeps peopleâs faith, but youâve yet to go to any of his speaking engagements.Â
Heâs a handsome man, and you offer him a small smile when heâs finally standing in front of you. âHello, Father.â
âItâs Joshua,â he corrects you, with a soft grin of his own. âYou must be new here.â
You tell him your name, and explain that you arrived last week. He listens with an expression filled with understanding, and you realize his easy countenance must be one of the reasons people like this priest so much. Although heâs a spiritual advisor to the democracy counsel, he doesnât act like a few of the more entitled circle members do.Â
âThank God we were able to find you,â Joshua muses, when you reveal that youâd been near death at the time of your saving. âIâve found that, in a situation like this, itâs always the innocent who are first to be trampled over.â
Youâre not sure how spiritually innocent you are, but you understand that he might be coming from an angle of women and children being those who are pure. The ratio of male survivors to women and children is four to one in the prison, and itâs definitely been something that made you uneasy about this place when you first arrived.
âThank God,â you repeat respectfully.Â
Joshuaâs smile widens for a moment, then he nods. âPlease know that the church on the northeast part of the grounds is open to everyone. If you ever need to talk, Iâll be here for you.â
âThank you, Father.âÂ
This time, he doesnât correct you on his name, he simply nods, continuing down the food line.Â
Youâre doing your best to keep yourself in check. Youâve not been around this many handsome men since the initial outbreak, and you feel like a starving dog whoâs finally seen an abundance of food. Not only is the priest hot, and the militiamen as well, but many of the survivors here are quite attractive in their own unique way.
Hansol is the quiet man whoâd been assigned to show you around. He tends the garden outside with you, and youâve come to enjoy the way the sunlight hits his striking features.Â
Seokmin works in the kitchen, and youâve spent hours organizing boxes of food with him. You enjoy the smiles he always sends your way, he makes you forget that youâre in a prison with a zombie infestation just outside the compound's high walls.Â
Then thereâs Soonyoung, a rambunctious survivor who is always vocalizing the needs of others at circle meetings, much to the dismay of counselman Seungkwan, who fancies himself a clear mouthpiece of the people.Â
Itâs the end of the dinner rush and youâre lost in thought about your new life in the prison when you notice a familiar person standing in front of you. Jeonghan had been amongst the unit that saved you, and he offers you a large grin. âHi, new girl.â
âHi,â you say, feeling a little stupid with yourself as the word slips out. Itâs hard to focus on speaking with the beautiful man standing in front of you. Heâs dressed in his camo pants and a white tanktop, dog tags dangling from his neck.Â
âHow are you liking this place?â Jeonghan asks.Â
âIâm very happy to be here,â you respond quickly. Youâre not sure you trust the prison or its inhabitants yet, but, you are grateful to have a safe place to rest at night.Â
âGood, it looks like youâre settling in.â The militiamanâs eyes scan you up and down. âWe havenât had a chance to talk to you since we brought you here, the Z1 unit was wondering if you were okay.â
There are a handful of units that protect the prison. As far as you can tell, the Z in front of their unit numbers stands for Zombie, but itâs not something youâve been able to confirm.Â
âAnyways,â Jeonghan continues, âitâs the end of the rush, how about you clock out and come eat with me?â
You notice Seokmin shifting on the food line next to you, and he casts you a weary look.Â
âIâm not sure I can clock out,â you admit.
âIt will be fine,â Jeonghan assures you, waving his hand. âActually, now that I think about it, I should grab food for the others too, and you canât expect me to hold all the trays, right?âÂ
You look to Seokmin for guidance, and he lets out a small sigh, nodding. âYou can help him bring the food to the barracks.âÂ
A few minutes later, youâre standing in the food line with Jeonghan. âI didnât realize the units eat the same stuff as the rest of us,â you muse, watching Seokmin pile a larger-than-normal ration of instant ramen onto each of Jeonghanâs four trays.
âWe normally donât,â Jeonghan admits. âThe barracks have a stash of military-grade food, but Z1 has a taste for this type of shit.âÂ
âLucky that you found a whole stash of it.â
âWeâve been very lucky lately,â the militiaman grins. âFound you too.â
âI wanted to thank you again-â
âThereâs no need,â Jeonghan waves his hand. âDuty this, and duty that, and all that jazz.â
âStill, I appreciate it.â
âAnd I appreciate you helping me with the trays. There, weâre even.â
Heâd been quite easygoing when heâd first rescued you- well, as easygoing as you suppose a military man could be during a zombie apocalypse, and youâre pleasantly surprised that his carefree countenance has continued. Â
As you finish getting your plates full, Seokmin comes out from the line, looking at Jeonghan, then at you. âIâll see you soon, right?â
âDonât be so jumpy, Seokmin,â Jeonghan laughs. âShe canât bring the food all the way to the barracks and then not eat anything. Iâll make sure sheâs well fed, and Iâll send her back when weâre done with her.â
Thereâs something slightly ominous about his choice of words, and your skin heats at the idea of eating with the entire Z1 unit.Â
You? In a room with your four hot saviors?Â
Your stomach twists at the mere thought.
âAre you sure I canât help you with the trays?â Seokmin suggests, his eyes finding you.
âNah, sheâs got it,â Jeonghan brushes your friend off. âBesides, you know that Cheol likes to talk to all the new survivors that show up on base. We gotta fill out a little detail sheet and give it to the head councilman so that everyone is accounted for, or did you forget that thatâs one of our duties?â
Seokmin lets out a small sigh, and with one final nod, he allows Jeonghan to lead you from the cafeteria.Â
The prison is like a maze, even though youâve seen a map, you still find yourself getting lost with some frequency. Jeonghan, in contrast, has no problems navigating the dull, dimly lit halls.
âHow long have you been here?â you ask.
âSince near the start of the outbreak,â Jeonghan responds casually. âBefore all the cell phone towers went down, the government started sending teams into prisons to clear them out. I guess the thought was that compounds like this one would be good bases to survive the apocalypse. Communications between us and the big bosses got cut, the group of officials that were supposed to arrive for sanctuary never did- then survivors started popping up, so now here we are.â
You stay quiet, and Jeonghan looks over at you.
âWhere were you before this place?â he asks.
âNever in one place for very long,â you admit. âThere was a group of survivors at a large shopping center, but it wasnât fortified like this place. Was only there a month before things got bad.âÂ
Jeonghan nods sympathetically. âWell, the prison isnât gonna be breached anytime soon. You can rest easy now.â
You continue walking, with Jeonghan asking you surface-level questions about what jobs youâre being assigned to, what friends youâve made. It feels nice to be talking to someone casually again, and if the conversation wasnât so based on the situation at hand, you think you might actually be able to forget about the apocalypse entirely while with Jeonghan.Â
As you arrive at the barracks wing, you have to walk past a few militiamen rooms before making it to the Z1 section at the end of the hall. As you pass, holding trays of instant ramen, you notice members of Z2 watching you.Â
Seokmin had explained to you a few details about Z2, more specifically its unit leader, a short but beefy man they call Woozi, who had been the head of the prisonâs guard system before the outbreak. He watches you quite intensely as you walk past, but you also get looks from men you can identify as the Chinese members of the unit.
âWhatâs that?â the youngest Z2 man asks, stepping out of his room to look at you and Jeonghan.
âThis, Chan, is instant ramen,â Jeonghan says, waving one of his trays in front of the soldier. âIf you run, you might be able to get some for yourself before they close up the kitchen.â
Chan practically takes off, and a moment later, you notice the rest of Z2 standing to join as well.
âLooks like youâre not the only unit who likes ramen,â you grin.
âEveryone likes ramen,â Jeonghan insists.Â
You finally make it to the Z1 section and Jeonghan kicks open the door. Itâs clear that unlike the other unit rooms which consist of bunk beds, the Z1 unit has the best quarters. With a middle lounging/dining area, and four off-shooting bedrooms, this is clearly the most lavish place to be in the prison. There are weights and other workout contraptions strewn about, and more guns than you can count-Â
Sitting on the couches in the middle of the common space are your three other saviors. They appear to be playing some sort of card game, and when you enter, they all look up.
Your heart beats wildly in your chest to be under the gaze of three of the most attractive men youâve ever seen.Â
Seungcheolâs the first to speak, his eyes moving from you to Jeonghan. âWhatâs this?â
âThis is dinner,â Jeonghan says simply, walking around the couch to set a tray down for Cheol before taking his own seat next to the unit leader. âAnd you guys all remember the girl we saved last week. I needed an extra set of hands.â
You step forward, leaning over to put down the two trays youâre holding in front of Mingyu and Wonwoo.
âMake some room for the girl, Jesus, sheâs eating with us,â Jeonghan chastizes the two large men staring at you.
Mingyu and Wonwoo are quick to move over, creating a space for you in the middle of the couch.Â
âMaybe I should get going,â you suggest, skin tingling at the idea of being sandwiched between Wonwoo and Mingyu. All four men are in their camo pants and tank tops, muscles all on display-Â
âDonât be crazy,â Jeonghan scoffs. âI told Seokmin Iâd feed you, so weâre feeding you. These two donât mind sharing, do you guys?â
Mingyu lifts his jaw off the floor, swallowing thickly and shaking his head. âWe donât mind sharing.â
Wonwoo, in contrast, stays dead silent, his dark eyes watching you as you slowly move to sit in the middle.Â
âI uhâŠâ you clear your throat. âI wanted to thank all of you again for saving me last week.â
âDonât,â Seungcheol says. You stare at him, and he leans forward cocking his head to the side. His next question catches you off guard, âDo you like it here?â
You swallow thickly, nodding. âYes, sir.â
Jeonghan chuckles, and Mingyu squirms in his seat next to you. Seungcheol, to your shock, actually grins, and youâre amazed at how the smile lights up his handsome face. âNo oneïżœïżœïżœs called me that in a long time,â he admits. âI like the sound of it.â
âSheâs quite respectful, isnât she?â Jeonghan notes, winking at you.
âWhyâd you bring her here?â Wonwoo asks, addressing the man across from him.Â
Youâve kind of been wondering the same thing.
âYou know why I brought her here,â Jeonghan shoots back.Â
âHave you discussed it with her yet?â Seungcheol questions, his eyes still fixed on you.
Jeonghan gives his head a quick shake. âOf course not, thatâs your job⊠sir.â
Mingyu shifts again next to you, his thigh gently bumping up against your own. Youâre hyper-aware of everything taking place, and you stay still like prey caught under the piercing gaze of four predators, holding your breath while you wait for this to play out.Â
âYou should eat,â Seungcheol tells you, nodding to the tray on your right, which belongs to Wonwoo. âHave a bite.â
When you donât move, Wonwoo leans forward picking up the tray and setting it in your lap. âEat,â he echos his superiorâs command.
You tentatively pick up the chopsticks, and on your left, Mingyu does the same with his food. You wait for him to shovel a large amount of noodles into his mouth before you follow suit. Across from you, Jeonghan begins eating too, and then Seungcheol picks up his tray to join.Â
Wonwoo sits silently next to you, and after two bites, you shift the food toward him, offering the chopsticks. He shakes his head. âYou must be hungry,â he insists. âHave some more.â
âIs anyone going to tell me what this is about?â you ask. âJeonghan mentioned a survey to complete-â
âLet's finish eating, then we can talk,â Seungcheol states.
âIâm not really that hungry today,â you admit, not when your stomach is filled with butterflies from being so close to these men. You shift the tray toward Wonwoo again, and this time, he accepts it.
The four men eat in silence, and each passing moment feels like forever. Mingyu is done first, heâd practically inhaled his food, and he sets his tray down on the center coffee table, letting out a loud groan and leaning back against the couch. His thigh presses harder against your own, and you shift closer to Wonwoo, who blocks you in.
Both men now have their legs touching yours, and you can feel the warmth of their bodies. God, you havenât been properly touched in months. The chaste closeness of this is driving you insane, and your heart continues to thunder heavily in your chest.
Soon, all four trays are stacked neatly on the coffee table, and Seungcheol lets out a sigh. He relaxes against the cushions, eyes on you. âDo you think youâll stay at the prison for long?â
âHmm?â you blink, confused by the question.
âSome people leave,â Jeonghan explains. âThey think theyâll find somewhere better, for some stupid reason.â
âI uh⊠I think Iâd like to stay here, for now at least⊠Iâm taking each day as it comes.â
Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. Itâs clear heâs trying to read you, and his silence makes you eager to hear more from him. âWe have a⊠unconventional proposition for you,â the leader of the unit says finally.
âA proposition,â you repeat.
âAnd if youâre not into it, you can say no. No pressure, no questions asked,â Jeonghan quips.
âYouâre allowed to say no,â Wonwoo says quietly next to you.Â
âWe wonât kick you out or anything,â Mingyu adds.Â
âBut I do ask that, no matter what your response, you keep this to yourself,â Seungcheol states.Â
âOkay, sir.â You nod.
Seungcheol takes a breath. âLife is short-â
Jeonghan scoffs loudly, which earns him a harsh glare from the unit leader. âCome on, you canât start this off by saying life is short.â
âIf you think you can do better, then go for it,â Seungcheol retorts.
âFine, I will,â Jeonghan fires back. He looks at you. âLife is short-â
âJesus Christ,â Wonwoo cusses next to you.
âOkay, fine, Iâm kidding-â Jeonghan laughs. âLook, Iâll make this simple. There arenât many pretty girls kicking around these days, and I think itâs safe to say everyone is pent-up from killing zombies and surviving an apocalypse. We all deserve a little release.â
You blink at him, shocked at the direction this has taken.
âAs a unit, weâre used to sharing everything,â Jeonghan continues. âAnd if youâre up for it, weâd love to share you.â
Mingyu shifts next to you. âYou donât have to decide right now-â
âYes,â you cut him off. âYes. Please. Uh- yes.â
âWell that was easy,â Jeonghan laughs, leaning back.Â
âSounds like sheâs as pent-up as the rest of us,â Wonwoo muses next to you. His voice has lowered an octave, and the sound of him makes your pussy tingle.Â
âLooks that way,â Seungcheol agrees.
âSo⊠so how do we do this?â you ask.
âWhatever way you want. Whatever combination you want. Whenever weâre here and you want us-â Jeonghan begins to list.Â
âWhatever youâre comfortable with,â Mingyu says, his large hand finding your thigh.Â
Something inside of you snaps. You turn to the gorgeous man next to you and simply grab his face, smashing your lips to his. Mingyu is surprised for a moment, but then he wraps his arms around you, easily lifting you onto his lap while his tongue begins to clash with your own, a deep groan escaping from him.
âI guess sheâs comfortable with now,â you hear Jeonghan muse.
âGyu, settle down, we still have questions,â Seungcheol says.
With a moan of annoyance, Mingyu pulls away from your lips, then he turns you in his arms, making you face the unit leader. But he doesnât stop entirely, his mouth finds your throat, and one of his hands grabs at your breast, kneading you through your shirt.Â
Youâre breathing hard already- Mingyuâs so warm and big and sexy- even so, you do your best to meet Seungcheolâs gaze, your lips parted unconsciously, body wiggling under Mingyuâs touch.
âAre you on any birth control, princess?â Seungcheol asks, leaning forward to watch the way his friendâs other hand slips down to your core, cupping you through your jeans.
âI got an IUD,â you admit, âright before the outbreak-â
Seungcheolâs eyes darken with lust. âLucky us.âÂ
âDoes this mean we can fuck you raw?â Mingyu groans in your ear, hips rutting up against your ass.Â
âPlease-â you whimper, practically drooling at the feeling of his hard cock pressing up by your bum.
âGonna let us fill you up, baby?â he continues, undoing the button of your jeans.
âYes-â
Seungcheol stands up abruptly, and he kicks the coffee table to the side, sending cards and trays clattering to the floor. He grabs you off of Mingyuâs lap, tossing you over his shoulder and turning toward one of the connected bedrooms. âYouâre in for it tonight, dirty girl.â
The three other men stand to follow, and your entire body tingles with delight.
The rest of the world might be dealing with an apocalypse, but youâre pretty sure youâve just found heaven.
One
When Seungcheol had first shown you the tank in the prison garage, youâd been apprehensive about it. Heâd explained that they donât have the gas for it, so itâs never in use, and is more of a fun toy he goes and sits in sometimes to clear his head. The unit leader had helped you inside and taken the main seat, watching you cautiously move around the enclosed space. Heâd explained the mechanics and buttons, dragging you to his lap so you could feel the tickle of his breath by your ear.
In the six months youâve been fucking his unit, itâs become clear to Seungcheol that you like each man for very different reasons. Heâs found that you become particularly baby girl with him when heâs explaining things to you, dominating you intellectually and teaching you new information.Â
That first time in the tank, heâd begun stroking you, teasing you until he slipped his hand in your pants. Youâd been as wet as you always are for him, and youâd eventually gotten the courage to fuck him in his tank chair, after he assured you over and over again that the armored vehicle is pretty soundproof.
Heâs proud of how far youâve come. Itâs the same you, the same tank, but youâre much more daring than you were the first time. Heâd thought you were pretty wild when heâd first met you, but that insatiable need you have has only grown, and he loves to see it.
The tank has become his favorite place to fuck you, away from everyone else. As fun as the orgies and threesomes are, sometimes, the unit leader just wants you for himself.Â
He loves sitting back and watching you ride him, watching the way your ass bounces while your pussy squeezes his aching cock.Â
âYouâve gotten so good at this, princess,â he groans, hands finding your hips to help you move up and down. Itâs clear that youâre getting tired, but you wonât stop- you never stop until he tells you to, and he fucking loves you for it.
âThank you, sir-â you whimper, opting for a slower pace but one that sinks you deeper- he can feel himself stretching out your walls near their breaking point, and he notes the way your legs quake.
Seungcheol lets out a deep sigh, inhaling the stuffy scent of sex thatâs already perfumed the small enclosed space. He wraps one hand around your front, finding your clit. Your shaky legs try to close around him, a squeal of delight escaping you.
âDonât be like that,â Seungcheol says gently, while roughly pulling your thighs apart. âLet sir help you cum, youâve been such a good little cock whore, riding me so good- now itâs your turn.â
âIâm sensitive-â you whimper.
âWell, thatâs what happens when you let Mingyu eat you for breakfast, isnât that right, pretty girl?â Seungcheol chuckles. This morning heâd walked in on you sprawled out on the coffee table, a moaning crying mess with Mingyuâs face buried between your thighs.Â
Heâd watched Mingyu make you cum three times while Seungcheol had sipped his morning coffee, and heâd been hard all day thinking about it, waiting for an opportunity to get you to himself.Â
Now here you are, pussy clamped around his cock, and heâll be damned if he doesnât make you cum three times too.
You can take it, he knows you can.
Theyâd tested your tolerance one day, taking turns making you cum until you physically couldnât take anymore.Â
Your high score had been ten, so six today is nothing⊠although, Wonwoo had walked in at the end of Mingyuâs meal, and Seungcheolâs pretty sure he has a bone to pick with you over it too, once Cheol is done with his own revenge, that is.
âSir-â you whimper again, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers through Seungcheolâs hair.
âI can feel you tensing, princess,â he groans, rutting his hips up to meet you. âBe a good girl and let go for me.â He rubs your clit harder and you cry out, which only eggs him on more. âYouâve always been such a good little slut for me, ever since that first night. Donât start being bad now. You can do it. Follow my order, and cum.â
You take a strangled breath, and Seungcheol can feel your pussy clenching desperately around him- he almost has half a mind to cum too, but he holds back, rubbing your pussy and letting you sink completely on his cock, warming him while your walls throb around his sensitive length.Â
âThatâs it,â he says in your ear. âGood girl.â
You twitch in his embrace, sounds of pleasure escaping you and filling the tank. He gives you everything you can handle, and when you finally slump back against his chest, he relents. His hand leaves your clit and he presses soft kisses to your throat.
âIâm gonna fuck you now,â he tells you.Â
âPlease-â
He loves how needy you are, even after youâve just cum.
It takes no effort at all for him to stand up, forcing you onto shaky legs. Two crude benches line the tank's inner walls, and heâs set up some cushioning on one. He lays you down, adjusting you on your back while you blink up at him.Â
Heâll never get tired of that look in your eye. No matter how respectful and good you are verbally, thereâs always something like a challenge lurking behind those pretty irises of yours. Seungcheol canât help the way his hand reaches out to encircle your throat as he gets on top of you, one knee digging into the cushioning while he sinks his cock into your dripping hole.
âFuck,â you whimper, throwing your head back while he squeezes your neck tighter.
He loves the way you grab at his wrist, applying even more pressure- itâs as if you want him to choke you out, and itâs one of the sexiest things he ever experiences with you.Â
You trust him, completely. He has your life in his hands, and youâre more than willing to give up everything for him.Â
The pressure on your throat has your whimpers turning squeaky as he begins to fuck you roughly. He loves watching your face, the way your eyes close, your body completely consumed by what heâs giving you.
âSir-â you gasp, your pussy clenching tight around his cock.
âAre you going to cum again? That fast?â Seungcheol laughs. âAnd just from a little choking- youâre such a naughty girl, princess. Tell me you love it when I choke you like this.â
âI love it-â you cry out, taking a raspy breath when he lets up for a moment, just to tighten his grip on you again.Â
He can see tears welling in the corners of your eyes, and it makes him fuck you harder, his cock sinking in completely with each thrust.
âIf you want to cum again, you should cum,â he tells you. âIn fact, I want you to cum again. Reach down and rub your clit for me. Get yourself there one more time before I give you what you really want.âÂ
You moan like a whore but you donât argue. You never argue with Cheol. Shaky fingers find your clit and you squeal, shivering from the stimulus.Â
You feel like absolute heaven, and Seungcheol would fuck you in this tank for hours if he had the time.Â
âSir-â you whimper, a warning of your impending high.
âCum on my cock,â he tells you, another command that you wonât argue with.
Even if you wanted to, Seungcheol doubts you could control yourself. Your body beats to the sound of its own drum, your brain be damned, and right now, Seungcheol is the one controlling the tempo.
For the second time, your pussy clamps down on his cock, and Seungcheol has to focus really hard on not busting with you. Your pussy feels like magic, warm wet walls wrapped around his length like you were made for him.Â
âLook at you,â Seungcheol groans, hips continuing their brutal pace. âCumming two times in a row- whoâs my good little whore?â
âI am!â
âWho makes you cum this good?â
âYou do, sir!â
âAnd what do you want now, my greedy little princess?â
âYour cum- Fuck! I want your cum in me-âÂ
He loves that you have a thing about being filled up. One time heâd been tempted to finish on your ass, and youâd cried at the thought of not having him inside you. Your favorite thing is when all four of them take turns filling you to the brink- heâs never seen someone as submissive and breedable as you after having four loads in your pussy.Â
And the way you thank him every time he fills you up- itâs an experience that will never get old.
âIâm close, princess, but you know sir doesnât cum unless his pretty girl does,â Seungcheol muses. âYou have one more for me, right?â
âFuck, yes, sir-â He notes the way you rub your clit harder, and you immediately let out a groan- Seungcheol lets go of your neck, pinching your nipple roughly, which earns another strangled sound from your lips.
âTell me when, princess, then sir will fill you up.â
âAlmost there, almost there-â you assure him, brows knitted together in concentration as you work your already oversensitive clit.Â
Seungcheol and his unit have spent six months overstimulating you. Six months teaching your body to test the limits and cum over and over and over again- and this is the reward.
Your main dominant leans over you, massaging your breast while his lips meet your throat. He knows your sweet spots like the back of his hand, and you immediately shiver below him, a gasp escaping you.
âCumming-â you whisper, as your walls clench like a vice on his cock.
The feeling triggers Seungcheolâs orgasm, the tight cord finally releasing.
Seungcheol had thought his sex life before the outbreak was good, but heâs never cum the way he does when heâs with you. His whole body is alight with pleasure, groans leaving him without a care in the world. His hips move to their own pace, twitching as he shoots ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, creaming your pulsing walls and marking you - if even for this moment - as his.Â
âSir-â you whimper, grabbing his face and searching for his lips.
You kiss him deeply, tongue gliding against his own while you moan into each other's mouths, riding out the orgasms.Â
As Seungcheol finishes and his hips come to a stop, thereâs a knocking on the tank hatch. A moment later, Wonwoo is poking his head through the hole. âThese tanks arenât as soundproof as you think, Cheol.â
âWell, no one comes down here except Z1,â the unit leader points out.
âTrue.â Wonwooâs eyes shift past Seungcheol to you. Your body is still mostly covered, but the moment Seungcheol gets off of you, youâre completely exposed. Seungcheol tosses you a handcloth to take care of the cum that begins to drip out of your pussy, and you blink up at the teamâs sniper, who flashes you a wink. âHi, beautiful.â
âHi, Wonwoo,â you grin.
âLooks like Gyu and Cheol have made a mess of you today.â
âIf you give me a little, I can take more,â you assure him, which makes Seungcheol laugh.
Howâd they ever luck out and find a nymphomaniac able to take all four men and keep up with their appetites?Â
Wonwoo cocks his head to the side thoughtfully. âI know you like being fucked in a tank, but how would you feel about being fucked on top of one?âÂ
âWhat if someone sees?â
Seungcheol laughs again. âLike I said, the only people who come down here are the Z1 unit. If anyone is going to show up, itâs Jeonghan. But we all know youâd like that, wouldnât you, princess?â
The way your eyes light up is answer enough and Seungcheol pulls on his pants, shaking his head at your insatiable appetite. âHer number is already at six,â he warns Wonwoo, helping you onto your feet and pulling your easy-access dress over your head. âGive her ten minutes to calm down, and when you finally do fuck her, donât be mean.â
âIâm never mean,â Wonwoo insists, reaching a hand down through the tank hatch hole to help pull you up and out.
Seungcheol follows you on the ladder, making sure your shaky legs donât lead to any accidents. âLiar.âÂ
Two
Jeonghan loves everything about you, but heâs grown particularly fond of your mouth in recent months. When he has to share you with three other men who all fight for your pussy, itâs not unusual for Jeonghan to be perfectly content with getting a blow job while he waits.
He likes the lack of effort he has to put into it, but the reward is quite similar to what he experiences between your thighs. It also opens him up to be able to praise you, or degrade you, in any way he sees fit. Out of all four of your military fuck buddies, Jeonghan is the biggest talker. Mingyu has his moments, but when heâs close to cumming, he opts for moaning instead of chatting, which is Jeonghanâs specialty.
When he gets you alone, Jeonghan still likes a good blow job as an appetizer before the main course, and thereâs nothing more fitting than having you on your knees for him in the prison chapel.Â
âYou look good like this,â Jeonghan muses, threading his fingers through your hair to help you find a good pace on his cock. âMy perfect little kitten.â
You moan around his length, looking up at him with those pretty eyes he loves so much.Â
Youâre naked. Heâd stripped you the moment you entered the church, and now, as per his direction, your hand is between your thighs, fingers stroking your clit while you suck him off.
âAlways so dirty for me in a place of worship-â Jeonghan muses. âBut thatâs what youâre doing, right? Worshipping? Youâre even on your knees and everything.â
When heâd first started fucking you here, youâd made him check the confession booth every time, just to be sure Joshua wasnât around. Jeonghan knows you donât have problems with being watched - or listened to - but it had been clear you felt ashamed of the idea of the priest hearing Jeonghan fuck you in the House of God.Â
The first time Jeonghan had pulled open the door of the confession booth to find the priest sitting there, heâd allowed the man to be a quiet vouyer without telling you. It had added to his own enjoyment, and it had been clear from the look in the priestâs eye that he was content with listening too.Â
Itâs been a few months since youâve asked Jeonghan to check the confession booths- youâve become much too used to being railed in the chapel, and now, everytime he fucks you here, Jeonghan wonders if the priest is listening in.Â
Jeonghan enjoys the almost performative nature that his dirty talk takes on at the idea of another man being in the vicinity. It makes his skin tingle, and his cock ache, to think that the âinnocent priestâ is hearing every filthy word- every gagging sound you make when Jeonghanâs cock hits the back of your throat.
Itâs become clear to Jeonghan that Joshua is anything but innocent, and the two have an unacknowledged agreement of secrecy. What takes place in the House of God, stays in the House of God, especially the sin thatâs being committed here weekly.
âThere you go, kitten,â Jeonghan groans loudly. âTake all of me, thatâs it.â
His hips push forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes start to water as you stare up at him, and Jeonghan brushes them away, enjoying the wetness on his fingers way too much.
âSo good,â he coos. âSo fucking good.â
You whimper around his cock and he grabs the back of your head, forcing you to still on his length so he can begin fucking your face.Â
âSuch a perfect hole for me, kitten.â Jeonghan can feel his muscles tensing, can feel an orgasm building in his balls. âHow's your pussy feel? Are you getting close too?â
You let out a moan of affirmation, closing your eyes and relaxing your throat while he ruts into your mouth. Heâs spent months teaching you how to take cock like this, how to ignore your gagging instinct- and heâs so proud of the progress youâve made for him.
âDonât cum on your fingers, you only get to cum on my cock,â he warns you, using you toward his own end.
As much as he loves your mouth, nothing beats the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around his length- and he knows you love his cum, knows you love nothing more than feeling him dripping out of your used pussy as you stagger back toward the prison, clutched to his arm.
Heâll give you everything you want. He always does.
âJust a little more, kitten,â Jeonghan groans, enjoying the way your mouth sucks him in with each thrust.
He hopes youâre dripping already. The wooden floor had been less than ideal to fuck on the first two times youâd used the church as a hookup spot, and since then, Jeonghanâs taken to letting you kneel on his military jacket.
He loves the way it smells like you after, but Jeonghanâs always been a bit of a pervert. Sometimes you grace him by slipping your panties into his jacket pocket, and on supply runs, he can play with them when heâs not occupied.
As you bring him closer and closer to his peak, Jeonghan decides heâs had enough of your mouth. He pulls out, and you take a shuddered breath, drool still connecting you to his cock. Jeonghan canât help himself, he taps his length against your cheek, grinning down at you.
âReady for me?â
âYes, Hannie,â you nod, wiping your face with the back of your hand before adjusting on his jacket. You lay down, spreading your legs so he can see your pretty pussy, all wet and needy for him. âPlease-â
Jeonghan gets down onto his knees, grabbing and teasing your breast, thumb rubbing over your pebbled nipple. âBeg for it.â
âI want your cock,â you whimper. âPlease, I need it inside- I need it so bad, Hannie, please-â
He groans at your words, adjusting so heâs hovering over you. He grabs the base of his throbbing cock, rubbing it through your folds and teasing your clit. You wiggle below him at the stimulus, grabbing at his shoulders.Â
Jeonghan canât help but kiss you as he pushes his length into your pussy, going as deep as he can while you both groan into each otherâs mouths.Â
Your legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close even as he begins to thrust.Â
His free hand finds your clit, drawing circular motions that have you shaking beneath him. âAw, kitten, are you close too?â
âSo close-â you confirm, digging your nails into his shoulder blades.Â
He fucks you harder, enjoying the squeaky sounds that escape you and fill the chapel. Jeonghan watches the way your face contorts with pleasure, your body wiggling beneath him while he fills you over and over again with his cock.
âHannie-â you gasp, walls clenching tighter and tighter around him.
âCome on, kitten. Cum on this cock and beg for me to fill you up like the dirty girl you are.â
âI need your cum,â you cry out, âI need it- please, Hannie, please give it to me-â
He rubs your clit harder and you let out a choked sound, back arching so your tits are pressed to his bare chest.Â
âHannie-â You gasp loudly, your orgasm slamming into you. Your walls contract around Jeonghanâs aching cock, triggering his own high. He lets out a groan, continuing on your clit while he fucks you through it.
Thereâs no prettier sound in the world than a woman cumming in a church, your moans echoing through the enclosed space like angels singing.
Jeonghan fucks you until he physically canât fuck you anymore, and then he half collapses on top of you, dragging your lips to his own.
You kiss him desperately, tangling your fingers in his hair so he canât get away, your legs wrapped tight around him. Youâre still whimpering, trying to overcome the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Youâre beautiful.
So, so beautiful.Â
Three
Wonwoo might actually be obsessed with watching you cum- and if heâs obsessed with watching you cum, then Mingyuâs obsessed with making you cum. Even though theyâve both already filled you with their loads, Mingyuâs back between your thighs again. His large hand is pressed over your abdomen, keeping you from thrashing around while he sucks on your clit and finger fucks the cum back into your abused hole.
Wonwoo is sitting in a chair next to the bed, eyes fixed on your body. If he hadnât already cum twice, heâd be tempted to pull his cock out again.
âPlease- Gyu, I canât- I canât-â
âOne more,â Wonwoo encourages you. âYou can take one more, beautiful.âÂ
You grab at the sheets, twisting them as Mingyu continues his unrelenting pace between your shaking thighs.
âFuck-â you whimper, sounds becoming more desperate.
Wonwoo can hear how slick your pussy is, each thrust of Mingyuâs fingers has you squelching-
âSheâs gonna cum,â Wonwoo announces, knowing your body almost as well as you do.
Mingyu groans lewdly against your clit, and the vibrations must trigger your orgasm, because you wrap your thighs completely around his head, back arching. Your gasps fill Wonwooâs room, your grip on his bed released in favour of grabbing Mingyuâs hair.
Itâs clear youâre trying to push the man away, but Mingyu doesnât budge, helping you through your high until tears of pleasure are rolling down your cheeks.
âThatâs enough,â Wonwoo says when it becomes clear that youâre bordering on overstimulation. The sniper stands from his chair, gaze lingering on your body. âWe asked for one more, and she gave it to us. Give the girl a break.â
Mingyu sighs, but pulls away from your pussy, dragging his fingertips along your throbbing inner walls a few more times before he relents there too. He presents his wet digits to your mouth, and you greedily suck them clean, grabbing his wrist and closing your eyes while you lick up every drop of cum.
âIâll go grab us food,â Wonwoo sighs. Itâs past dinnertime, and as far as Mingyu had been concerned, youâd been his meal, but if Wonwoo is fast, he can make it in time to grab something from the cafeteria.
The barracks have a food stash, but Wonwoo doesnât have the energy to cook, not after fucking you for two hours.Â
âDonât go anywhere,â he warns as he heads to the door.
âAs if she can even walk,â Mingyu laughs, pulling his fingers from your mouth in favour of spooning you on the bed, dragging you close to his chest.
Wonwoo doesnât say anything else as he leaves. Seungcheol and Jeonghan arenât around, something about a meeting with Woozi to look over maps of surrounding locations with potential food stores.Â
When Wonwoo passes the Z2 rooms, he finds them also empty. Z2 generally frequent the compoundâs survivor zones before bed, doing final checks for the night.
Wonwoo thinks about you the entire walk to the cellblock. He hasnât been able to get you out of his head lately. There are the physical things- like the look in your eyes when youâre about to cum, the way sweat glistens on your skin, your nipples pebbling under his touch. But thereâs the non-physical side too, the way you make him feel at night when youâre curled against his side, neither of you speaking, hands stroking each other gently-
When Wonwoo makes it to the cafeteria, he finds it nearly deserted. Dino is standing to the side of the room with the priest, and Seokmin has just started putting away the last of the food.
Grabbing two trays, Wonwoo immediately heads for Seokmin, who sighs at his lateness but begins serving him anyways.Â
The two are silent as Seokmin shovels food for Wonwoo. He doesnât say anything, but Seokmin serves three portions. As your friend, Wonwoo thinks Seokmin must know about the arrangement you have with Z1, although heâs never mentioned anything about it.Â
Wonwooâs not entirely sure who knows about whatâs going on with you and the four men who have solidified themselves as your constant companions. Heâd guess that a number of people have figured out thereâs some type of arrangement, especially after Seungcheol had insisted you get less work tasks last month when your duties had interfered with his fuck schedule.
Wonwoo can feel eyes on him, and when his trays are full, he turns to look at Dino and the priest. The Z2 member waves him over, and despite every fiber of his being telling Wonwoo to ignore his friend and find his way back to you, Wonwoo approaches the two men.
âThatâs a lot of food,â Dino notes.
âMingyuâs hungry,â Wonwoo says, his gaze shifting to the priest who has a watchful eye thatâs always gotten under his skin. âI didnât know you were friends.â
âIâm friend to anyone who needs an attentive ear,â the priest says smoothly.Â
âHeâs a really good listener,â Dino confirms.
Joshua cocks his head, staring Wonwoo up and down. âIf you ever need-â
âI donât,â Wonwoo interjects. âGoodnight.â
As he leaves the cafeteria, Wonwoo can hear Dino trying to explain his behaviour. âWonwooâs not a big talker,â the Z2 unit member says in a hushed tone.
And even if he was, Wonwoo certainly wouldnât be talking to Joshua of all people. While many of the survivors clearly like the man, something is off about the priest, and Wonwoo can feel it in his bones.
Four
Mingyuâs knee had been bobbing the entire jeep ride back to the prison. Missions always make him giddy- any day could be his last, and thereâs nothing quite like celebrating another day of life with you when the unit gets back to the compound.
Heâs not the only one whoâs feeling it. Missions often end with a return to the prison and all four men setting off to find you, eager to see who will be successful in their weekly guessing game of âwhereâs baby?â
âIâm checking the chapel,â Jeonghan announces as soon as the car has come to a stop.
âJeonghan and his church sex obsession,â Cheol sighs, watching his friend dart off.
âShe might be in the garden with Hansol,â Wonwoo says thoughtfully. âItâs a nice day out, that always gets her mind off of shit.â
Adjusting the gun over his back, Wonwoo follows Jeonghan out of the parking garage, which leaves Mingyu with the unit leader.
âTheyâre both going to be wrong,â Seungcheol grins.
âYeah?â
âOur little princess gets anxious when weâre gone, especially these days,â Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair. âMy money is sheâs waiting in one of our beds, napping to pass the time for us to come back.â
âThat does sound like her,â Mingyu admits, and the two of them head to the door that will give them the easiest access to the barracks.
âJeonghan probably could have figured it out, but you know how he gets about his church blowjobs,â Cheol grins.Â
âAnd Wonwoo?â Mingyu asks, wondering about his friendâs motives.Â
Seungcheol takes a moment before he responds. âI think he likes it when he gets to see her out in the sun.â
Before the outbreak, when Mingyu and Wonwoo had known each other through the military, Mingyu was the designated lover boy. Wonwooâs never been the type to even look at girls, and the past few months have been a shock for everyone to see what the stoic sniper looks like when heâs falling for someone.
You and Wonwoo had been a slow burn, due to Wonwooâs generally quiet nature, but in those first months, Wonwoo had probably spent the most time shadowing you. In that time period, Mingyu would go up to the lookout tower and spot you in the garden, Wonwoo a few feet behind, his hand always on his gun despite Hansol being the only other person with you.
When Seungcheol had broached the idea of your only job being their plaything, it had been the first time youâd ever pushed back, insisting that you liked gardening and helping with the plants. Wonwoo had been right there to back you up, and Seungcheol had begrudgingly agreed to let you keep your âlittle hobby.â
In the back corners of Mingyuâs mind, he kind of hopes you are in the garden right now. Wonwoo had almost died on their mission today- zombie jaws had come within an inch of his arm, and if anyone deserves some âyou timeâ after all of that, itâs Wonwoo.
When Seungcheol and Mingyu make it back to the barracks, Mingyuâs small hopes are dashed. The unit leader is the best at guessing moves, in card games and life, and heâd been spot on about you sleeping in someoneâs bed.Â
Youâre in Jeonghanâs room of all places, and you sit up as the two men enter the common space, watching them set down their guns from the messy tangle of sheets.Â
You hop onto your feet at the same time that Mingyu begins to run to you. When you jump into his arms, he lifts you off the floor, spinning you around and burying his face against your throat.Â
Hugs are never as tight as they are after missions.
âAre you guys all okay?â you ask when Mingyu sets you down, only for Seungcheol to engulf you in an embrace of his own.Â
âWeâre all good,â the unit leader responds. âA little banged up, but nothing we canât handle.â
You pull away from Seungcheol to look at his face, and Mingyu watches the way you brush your thumb across the unit leaderâs cheek. âLooks like you need a shower,â you muse, having just wiped away some dirt.
âLooks like we all need a shower,â Seungcheol agreed with a groan. He tosses you over his shoulder and Mingyu grins at the sight. Out of all of them, Cheolâs the biggest man handler, but you clearly donât mind.
One of the nicest things about their little Z1 master unit is that it comes with itâs own bathroom. The other units have small double occupancy rooms, a common area, and a common shower/toilet space. Mingyu feels bad for the other units sometimes, but rank in military means something; Seungcheol is the highest ranking person at the prison, so he gets to call the shots, and his unit reaps the rewards.Â
Z1 has taken advantage of the large shower in their bathroom more times than Mingyu can count. Thereâs nothing like getting steamy in a room full of steam.Â
Seungcheol strips you naked, turning on the shower while Mingyu takes off his clothes too. Mingyu canât wait anymore, and he tugs your nude form against his own, kissing you stupid.
You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your beautiful tits pressing up against his bare chest. Mingyuâs cock is already getting hard, pushing up between your bodies. You wiggle your hips, providing stimulus that has him groaning loudly, his hands reaching down to grab your ass.
Itâs all too easy for Mingyu to lift you up, your legs wrapping around his body while he carries you into the shower, your lips still locked in a desperate battle.Â
Instead of putting you under the stream of water, Mingyu presses you against the wall, slowly allowing you back onto your feet. As much as heâd love to rail you right now, he knows that heâs just as dirty as Seungcheol is at the moment- which means youâll wash his body for him. God, he loves teasing foreplay like this- the way you immediately grab at the prized bottle of body wash to lather it up in your hands.Â
Mingyu watches, holding his breath as you bring your palms to his shoulders, beginning to wash his large frame.
âDirty boy,â you muse, grinning while you rub away the dirt and grime.
âDirty girl,â he counters, lifting his hands so he can box you in against the wall.
He sees the way your breath hitches- you like to feel small, and Mingyu loves to deliver on it. He might not be as outwardly dominant as Seungcheol or Wonwoo, but Mingyu knows that his height does something to you- the way he has to tip his head to look down and meet your eyes.
Your hands trail down to his abdomen, nails teasing his skin there while he shivers. He wishes youâd just sink to your knees and wrap your mouth around his cock-
âTurn around for me, big guy,â you grin, pulling your touch away from where he needs you most.Â
With a groan, Mingyu does as heâs told, and you begin to wash his back. When you reach up to do his shoulders, he feels your bare tits press against his spine. He closes his eyes, grabbing at his cock to begin stroking himself.
âHey,â you chastise, immediately seeing what heâs doing and wrapping an arm around his front to grab at his hand. âThatâs my job.â
âHeâs needy today,â Seungcheol grins, watching from just outside the shower.
âIâm needy every day,â Mingyu corrects, releasing his length only to replace his hand with your own- youâre so much smaller than him, and when he looks down, he loves the way you make his cock look massive with your tiny hand wrapped around the girth.Â
You begin to stroke him, and Mingyu lets out a loud groan.Â
âDoes it feel good, big guy?â you ask, squeezing tighter to his back.
âFeels amazing,â he breathes, closing his eyes to enjoy you.Â
âI hate to be the one to say it,â Seungchol laughs, âbut water stores have been low lately. As much as Iâd love to watch this, weâre supposed to be saving supply by showering together, not taking our sweet time.â
âThen come join, sir, Iâm sure you need a good rub down too,â you grin.
Seungcheol takes a step forward- just as the door to the bathroom opens, Wonwoo sliding in. He takes one look at the scene in front of him, and begins stripping down.
The unit leader stops his advances, and itâs clear to Mingyu that Seungcheol knows as well as he does that if one person needs you right now, itâs Wonwoo.
âIâll wait,â Seungcheol sighs, making room for Wonwoo to slip past him into the shower now that heâs removed his clothes.Â
Wonwoo doesnât say anything, he simply pushes Gyu to the side and grabs your face, pressing his lips to yours. Your soapy hands find Wonwooâs toned chest, and you begin to wash him even as he kisses you, pressing you back against the wall.Â
Mingyu turns to watch, rinsing the bubbles off his skin while you lather up his best friend. Then, his grip returns to his cock. Your cute little hands have always turned him on, and watching you rub Wonwooâs shoulders, attacking the specks of dirt there like itâs your job- fuck, everything you do just makes Mingyu horny.
Wonwoo pulls you away from the wall suddenly, spinning you around so your back is now pressed to Mingyuâs chest while the three of you are submerged in water. Mingyu canât help but lean down and begin to kiss your throat, finding your sweet spot and sucking on it while you whimper and wriggle between their bodies.Â
From this vantage point, Mingyu can see your hand slip from Wonwooâs shoulders and down his chest. You grab at the sniperâs cock, pumping it slowly while Wonwoo continues to kiss you.
The soap washes away quickly, and as soon as youâre all clean, Wonwoo pushes you and Mingyu backward, prompting you to all leave the shower. âYour turn,â Wonwoo tells Cheol as your trio passes him.
âPrincess isnât going to wash me off too?â Cheolâs tone is teasing, but Mingyu can sense the hurt there.
âNot today,â Wonwoo responds gruffy, reaching for one of the towels. He wraps it around your body first, drying you off with efficient motions.
Mingyu grabs his own towel, eager to get rid of the water on his body. He knows what comes next, and heâs not going to waste a second.
When Wonwoo is done with you, you begin to dry him, your lips still tangled together. Mingyu stifles a laugh at the vision in front of him, the way the two of you can be so focused on each other and the task at hand.Â
Wonwoo breaks the kiss to look at Mingyu over your shoulder. âIf youâre joining, you better go grab some lube.â
âRight-â Mingyu swallows thickly, wrapping a towel around his hips as he exits the bathroom.Â
He nearly runs straight into Jeonghan, and the older man grins. âOrgy time?â
âI donât think so,â Mingyu says, hurrying to his room to grab the bottle of lube he keeps there. âI think itâs me and Wonwoo right now.â
âCheol must have loved that,â Jeonghan scoffs.
âYou two can have her after,â Mingyu promises.
âWe will,â Jeonghan laughs, following Mingyu back into the bathroom.Â
Wonwooâs already inside of you, your feet off the ground while the muscular man presses you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his hips. Youâre moaning loudly, Wonwooâs face buried in the crook of your throat. Your eyes open as Jeonghan and Mingyu enter the bathroom, and the look of lust in your expression is enough to have Mingyu throbbing.
âIâve got the lube,â he announces.Â
Keeping up with four men means youâve gotten adept at anal. Even so, it had taken you two months before you could properly handle Mingyuâs large cock, but the pay off has been⊠more than fulfilling, to say the least.
Wonwoo pulls you off the wall, and Mingyu slots behind you, squirting some lube on his fingers. The sniper adjusts his hands on your ass, spreading you open for Mingyu so he can press a finger into your tight hole.
You whimper loudly, and Mingyu does his best to soothe you by speckling your shoulders with kisses. âSo good for us,â he murmurs.
Youâre taking his finger so well, and it prompts him to add a second, stretching you open while you cling to Wonwoo.Â
âHurry up,â the sniper groans, holding still inside of you while Mingyu preps your ass.
âI donât want to hurt her,â Mingyu admits; none of them do.
âI can take it,â you moan. âPlease, Gyu-â
âFuck,â Mingyu breathes, slathering his cock with lube before tossing the bottle into the sink. He grabs his base, rubbing his tip through your cheeks and prodding your hole. âIf you need me to stop, just say something.â
He tries his best to be gentle, slowly sinking inch after inch of his long cock into your ass. You cry out loudly, burying your face against Wonwooâs neck.Â
Mingyu doesnât try to make you take him all in one go, he starts with four inches, thrusting shallowly into your ass. Wonwoo takes the motion as a prompt to continue fucking you too, and the men begin to manhandle you between them, a push-pull.
Behind Wonwoo, Seungcheol and Jeonghan have switched places in the shower. The unit leader is now standing half dried off, water droplets sinking down his toned chest while his hand works his own cock.
Theyâve all gotten used to watching each other like this, but the knowledge that Cheol is fixated on the act has Mingyu wanting to prove himself even more. He sinks another inch of his cock into your ass, and you moan lewdly in Wonwooâs ear, wriggling in their grasp.
âFeels good?â Mingyu asks.
âFeels amazing,â you whimper, nails digging into Wonwooâs shoulders. âI want more.â
âMore?â Mingyu laughs.
âDonât hold back,â you tell him.
This time, when Mingyu thrusts, he allows his front to hit your ass, his cock fully buried in your tight hole.
You let out a strangled cry.
âOur little cock whore,â Cheol muses, âloves being full to the fucking brim.â
âSir-â you whimper, your walls tightening around Mingyu.
âFuck, Iâm close-â Mingyu groans at the sensation. âBaby, youâre close too, right? Fuck, youâre squeezing us so fucking tight-â
âIâm close, Iâm close-â you nod desperately.
âGonna let us cum and fill you up the way you like-â
âGyu, please-â you whimper, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, drawing his lips to your throat.
âWeâll fill you up,â Mingyu promises.
Wonwooâs not much of a talker in bed, especially under the watchful gaze of Jeonghan and Seungcheol. But when itâs just Wonwoo, Gyu and you, Wonwoo gets out of his shell more. Mingyuâs become an expert at listening to his older friendâs sounds, of anticipating when heâs on the brink-
The soft grunts escaping the sniperâs lips are a clear indicator that heâs as close to the edge as you and Gyu are. Mingyu knows better than anyone that the moment you cum, itâs over for them both. They donât have the control Seungcheol does to hold off an orgasm while your walls throb around them, and they donât have the vindictive side to edge you.
No, Wonwoo and Mingyu understand each other. What you see is what you get, and when you begin to beg, theyâll give you anything and everything you could ever ask them for.
âPlease, fuck, Iâm gonna cum-â you cry as they both fuck you even rougher.
âCum for us, beautiful,â Wonwoo groans. âCum on our cocks.â
You let out a pitchy scream, and your walls clamp down on Mingyuâs length, driving him into a frenzy as you throw him over the edge with you. His fingers dig into your hips, his cock pistoning in and out of your ass while Wonwoo matches the fevered pace. The two men moan deeply while your body milks them for all theyâre worth, drawing their cum deep inside of you.
âHoly shit-â Mingyu moans. Heâs not one to cry from sex like you are, not the type to get so overstimulated that tears fall, but fuck, he feels like heâs on the verge of it tonight.
His body takes over, his animalistic instincts driving him to fuck you through your high even though his muscles are screaming at him to stop. His cock is throbbing endlessly, pleasure surging along his skin hotter than any shower water ever could be.
Itâs Wonwoo who stops first, pressing his lips to yours while you grab his face, moaning like their perfect little whore. Mingyuâs thrusts end shortly after, his cock buried deep in your hole, his chest pressed to your back while he kisses your neck.
The sound of the shower has stopped. Mingyuâs not sure when that happened, but when he opens his eyes to inspect whatâs going on, he finds Cheol wiping his own cum off his chest.
âWhat about round two?â Jeonghan asks, cock in hand as he stands in the shower.
âNo round two,â Wonwoo says flatly.Â
âNo round two?â Jeonghan looks shocked, and his gaze shifts to Seungcheol. âIs he allowed to declare that?â
âThey fucked her stupid, Hannie,â Seungcheol laughs. âYou should have had the brains to make yourself cum while you had a show.â
Mingyu pulls out of your ass, and the two of you groan at the loss. Grabbing some tissues, Mingyu immediately cleans up the cum leaking from your hole. When heâs done, Wonwoo heads to the door with you still embraced against his chest. Mingyu follows like a helpless puppy as the sniper takes you to his room.Â
Itâs evident that Wonwoo is intent on cuddling you now, and itâs clear from your expression that youâre on the verge of passing out. To make things easier on everyone, Mingyu puts his towel onto the bed, hoping to catch any more cum thatâs going to drip out of your used holes.
As the three of you settle onto the bed, Wonwooâs the one who holds you close to his chest, and Mingyuâs more than happy to be the big spoon behind you.
âYouâre in a mood,â you whisper, clearly speaking to Wonwoo. Your finger traces his collarbone, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his throat. âAre you alright?â
âIâm alive,â Wonwoo says simply.
Mingyu knows itâs not his place to join this conversation. He feels lucky that he can even witness it, that the two of you feel comfortable enough being even slightly vulnerable together in front of him.Â
If Wonwooâs not going to go into details about his near zombification bite today, Mingyuâs not going to bring it up either, although the sentiment of the words âIâm aliveâ weigh heavily on his heart.
When this whole thing had started, Mingyu thinks you were all taking each day like it was your last. But now, six months in, itâs clear you all have something important to live for.
Call it love, call it attraction, call it lust- whatever it is, itâs the glue holding you and the unit together, the thing thatâs become worth fighting for.
âIâm happy youâre okay,â you tell Wonwoo, but when you place your hand over Mingyuâs, itâs clear youâre talking to them both.
Mingyu squeezes your fingers gently, a silent agreement that heâs happy youâre all living another day.Â
If anything ever happened to any of you at this point in your unconventional relationship, heâs not sure he could continue going on.
Five
Joshua has been distracted his entire sermon. Itâs getting hard to read the holy words while his brain is preoccupied with the most unholy of thoughts.
Heâs known for a while that the Z1 unit tosses you amongst themselves. Heâs heard Jeonghan fucking you more times than he can count. But heâs never witnessed any of these⊠indiscretions with his own eyes.Â
Until now.
Heâd been out for a walk in the morning, touring the prison garden with the hopes of bumping into you. What heâd stumbled upon, however, was the sight of you pressed against a wall, the Z1 sniperâs pants hung low on his hips, your legs wrapped around his body while he fucked you stupid, his hand clamped over your mouth.
Joshua had been frozen- or maybe heâd chosen to stay, although itâs hard to admit that to himself. Despite the palm over your lips, your muffled whimpers had still been music to the priestâs ears, and he canât get the song of you out of his head.
And then youâd opened your eyes, looking directly at him.
Joshuaâs voice hitches, and he mentally smacks himself, clearing his throat as he continues the passage heâs reading to the group of adoring survivors. They have no clue that the podium heâs standing behind is hiding the half-chub growing in his pants, and Joshua almost revels at the secret knowledge, the secret sin.Â
If only they knew what the dirty priest thinks about when no one else was around.
The chapel door opens, and Joshua pauses to watch you slip into a seat in the very back.
Youâve never come to one of these before, and it canât be a coincidence that today of all days, youâre here to listen to him speak.
Your presence is a distraction, but it also pushes Joshua to do better. He wants to perform for you, wants to show you how good his sermons can be.
It almost feels as if the passages end too quickly for Joshuaâs liking, and with a closing statement, survivors begin to dispurse. By now, his half chub has died down, and Joshua stands in front of the church, bidding goodnight to the parishioners who come to thank him for service.Â
Even as he chats briefly with people, his eyes keep finding you.
You havenât moved from your seat, and as more bodies leave, it becomes clear that you have a motive behind being here.
Finally, itâs just the two of you left. Joshua approaches, his hands clasped in front of his body. âYou came,â he notes, delighted at the double entendre to his words.Â
âYeah, I uhâŠâ you lick your lips. âFather, I wanted to apologize-â
âWe have a confession booth for that,â Joshua muses. âYouâve been here six months, I think itâs time, donât you?â
You take a deep breath, your eyes shifting to the booths in the corner of the chapel. âDo we really have to do this there?â
âThereâs no better place,â he assures you, stepping back and holding out a hand in the direction of the confessionals. âAfter you.â
After a moment of deliberation, you stand up, nodding as you pass the priest. As you walk in front of him, Joshua notes your body. Youâre wearing a jacket and a dress, the cream colour of the skirtâs fabric almost looks virginal, except he knows better. Youâre anything but a virgin.
When you get to the booth, you look at both doors. âWhich one-â
âOn the left, darling.â
With another tight lipped smile and a nod, you enter the confession booth.
Joshua takes a deep breath, his skin tingling with excitement. As he enters the priestâs side, his mind reels with the possibilities of what youâre about to say to him.Â
Joshua revels in the knowledge that his parishioners bestow upon him. Their confessions help him figure them out, see what makes them tick. Heâs long been wondering about you and your⊠motives for being.
Youâre a math problem he canât wait to crack, and heâs excited for you to give him a cheat sheet.
The booth is silent, and Joshua waits patiently.Â
Finally, you sigh. âHow do I even begin?â
âA confession generally starts when you say âBless me, Father, for I have sinned.â then you tell me how long itâs been since your last confession, and we go from there,â Joshua explains.Â
He can hear you breathing, can feel the anxiety wafting off of you.
âBless me, Father, for I have sinned,â you say. âItâs been⊠too many days to count since my last confession.â
Thereâs silence again, and itâs clear you need more guidance. âWhat are your sins, darling?â
âLust,â you blurt out. âLust is a big one⊠and I think⊠probably greed too. Do you think Iâm greedy, Father?â
He definitely thinks youâre greedy. One girl being passed around by four men- itâs as greedy and lustful as heâs ever seen, but Joshua keeps that to himself. âIâd need more details about your situation in order to make an adequate assessment.â
âWell, I mean⊠you saw me with Wonwoo today.â
Joshua stays silent.
âI just want you to know⊠We didnât think anyone would see us.â
âGod sees all.â
âGod I can handle, but you? Itâs different that you saw it.â
âAnd why is that?â
âWell, because-â you pause. âItâs just different.â
Joshua considers your words. âWe live in rough times,â he says finally. âUnprecedented days. Itâs not unusual to seek comfort in a situation like this. I would never judge you for finding comfort in the arms of a man like Wonwoo.â
âExcept⊠I think⊠I think we both know itâs not just Wonwoo I seek comfort in.â
Joshuaâs heart beats loud in his chest, and excitement tingles across his skin. âGo on, darling.â
âIâm not sure I should.â
âWhy are you apprehensive?â Joshua asks.
âI was asked not to discuss this with anyone, but- I mean, you saw me and Wonwoo, so I wanted to come here to apologize for that, not to get into the messy details.â
The priest immediately guesses the culprit behind your secrecy. Itâs just like Choi Seungcheol to give you a boundary like this. Youâre the Z1 unitâs open little secret. Anyone with eyes trained to look can see whatâs going on, but the prison has a donât ask, donât tell policy. And no one pries into the personal lives of Choi Seungcheol or his men.
âIt would feel better to confess,â Joshua tells you. âNo one would have to know.â
âIâd know.â
âAnd it would stay between us. You can trust me.â Joshuaâs a master secret keeper, and heâs eager to add yours to his long list of indiscretions carried out by desperate survivors.
âThatâs the thing, Father, Iâm not sure I can.â
âHave I ever given you a reason not to trust me?â Joshua asked, perplexed by you. Has he been slipping?Â
No, it couldnât be. His carefully created mask is good enough to charm and convince anyone-
âWonwoo wasnât happy about you stumbling across us today,â you note.
Ahh, Joshua nods to himself, Wonwoo, the sniper with the sharp eyes. Things are beginning to make sense.Â
âMaybe Wonwoo should be in the confessional, not you,â Joshua muses.
âHeâd never come here,â you laugh. âHe wouldnât even want me to be here right now, not alone.â
âAnd yet, here you are, darling. Alone.âÂ
âThis wasnât a good idea.â
Joshua hears you stand up. Part of him wants to find a way to manipulate you into staying, but heâs already toed the line by calling you âdarlingâ multiple times. If he does anything else, it might incur the wrath of Seungcheol. The priest still has plausible deniability on his side for the petnames, but anything further might be the tipping point.
âIâm always here,â Joshua assures you, wondering if youâll clue into the word âalways,â and see the true meaning there. âYouâre welcome in my confessional any time.â Â
Six
Your pulse is still racing from your interaction with the priest when you make it back to the Z1 dorm. Your four lovers are playing cards, a general pastime for them when theyâre not blowing your back out, and they all look up as you slip inside the room.
âBaby?â Mingyu puts his cards down, standing to address you. âAre you alright?â
âMe? Yeah- of course, why wouldnât I be alright?â you ask.
âYou look off,â Wonwoo notes, also getting to his feet, an expression of concern evident in his handsome features.
âTell us what happened,â Seungcheol commands.
âSir-â
âTell us,â he insists.
âI went to the chapel,â you tell them, watching Wonwooâs expression drop. âI uh- the priest saw me and Wonwoo today so I went to apologize-â
âThe priest caught you?â Jeonghan laughs, still seated and clearly enjoying the drama unfolding in front of him. âNaughty, naughty.âÂ
âShut it,â Seungcheol warns his friend, gaze shifting back to you. âThen what happened?â
You swallow thickly. âWe went into the confessional and- I mean, I didnât tell him anything, but, there was something about the vibes- the way he spoke to me-â
âHow did he speak to you?â Wonwoo questions, irritation clear in his tone.
âI canât explain it,â you sigh. âIt almost felt⊠It almost felt like he was flirting with me- and maybe, maybe I gave him the wrong idea, I donât know- it was weird.â
âMaybe you gave him the wrong idea,â Seungcheol repeats your words back to you. âHave you been flirting with the priest, princess?â
âI donât think so-â
âYou donât think so,â Seungcheol scoffs. âSounds like we all need to go have a talk with this fucking priest.â
âThatâs not a good idea,â Jeonghan says, jumping to his feet and drawing all eyes. âI mean- come on, heâs a man of God, right? He probably wasnât flirting with her-â
âWhy so jumpy, Hannie?â Seungcheol turns to his friend, looking him up and down. âIs there something youâre not telling us?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. âOf course not.â
âThen youâll have no problems if we go have a chat with him. All of us. Right now.â Itâs clear that this isnât a suggestion, itâs an order.
Seungcheol heads to the door, holding it open and looking at your group expectantly. Mingyuâs the first to sigh and head out. Jeonghan is next, and you canât help but notice the slight skip to his step, as if heâs excited about whatâs to come.
Wonwoo grabs your forearm, dragging you past Cheol. âGoing to the chapel alone wasnât a good idea,â he tells you.Â
âI know,â you frown. âI knew that while I was there. Iâm sorry.â
Seungcheol falls into step on your other side, his gaze forward, jaw set.Â
âYou know how I feel about that man,â Wonwoo continues.Â
You nod. âYou donât trust him.â
âCan you even imagine how any of us would react if something happened to you?â Wonwoo asks, his grip tightening on your forearm.
âJoshua is a priest,â you insist. âHe wouldnât do anything-â
âHeâs more capable than you give him credit for. All survivors are,â Wonwoo states harshly. âWeâre still alive for a reason. Some of us had to do bad things to get where we are now, and I wouldnât be shocked if your priest has made choices that even his own God wouldnât like.â
You canât respond, because you know what Wonwooâs saying is true.
In fact, if anyone on the base is able to spot a predator, itâs probably the man holding your arm. Heâs a sniper, and itâs his job to see threats and dispose of them before they become a problem.Â
The five of you are silent as you make your way through the prison, heading outside to walk the short distance to the chapel. When you get there, Jeonghan pushes the door open. Heâs been here so many times that he has no problem entering the sacred space, but the rest of you are a little more hesitant.
Mingyu heads inside, leaving you on the doorstep with Seungcheol and Wonwoo.
âThis isnât a good idea,â Wonwoo states.
âYouâve never doubted me before, donât start now,â Seungcheol grins. âA talk with this priest has been long overdue, donât you think?â
âShe doesnât have to be here for this,â the sniper looks down at you.
âOf course she has to be here for this,â Seungcheol scoffs. âI know you donât like Joshua, but you have to trust me on this.â
Wonwoo takes a deep breath, watching Seungcheol enter the chapel. When itâs just the two of you still outside, Wonwoo cups your cheek. âWhatever happens in there, it wonât change how I feel about you. How any of us feel about you.â
âWhat do you think is about to happen?â you ask, confused at the ominous tone thatâs been set.
Your sniper simply stares at you for a few moments, then he looks down, a muscle in his jaw feathering. âWith Seungcheol in charge, you never know.â
Wonwoo kisses you then, and heâs surprisingly gentle. You kiss him back, leaning against his strong chest- the door to the chapel opens and Mingyu pokes his head out, âAre you two coming, or what?â
With a sigh, you enter the church. Jeonghan, Seungcheol and Joshua are standing by the podium in the front. Theyâre speaking too quietly for you to hear what theyâre saying, but they all look up when you enter.
Joshuaâs the first to smile. âSeungcheol has told me that youâre here for a real confession this time.â
âHmm?â Your gaze shifts to the unit leader, and he grins.
âGo on, princess,â Seungcheol encourages. âThe confession booth is all yours. Weâll be right here, for moral support.â
Wonwoo lets out an annoyed sound, but he doesnât stop you as you stumble to follow through with Seungcheolâs command. You make your way to the confession booth, hand shaking as you pull away the long velvet curtain to step inside.
Your heart is racing wildly in your chest, but you try to be patient as you wait for the priest to enter his own side.Â
When you hear Joshua sit down, you do your best to remember how this starts. âForgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Itâs been⊠an hour since my last confession.â
Thereâs a distinctly Jeonghan-like snicker from outside the booth, and it sets your stomach into knots.Â
Youâre hyper-aware of the fact that all four of your lovers are just outside the confessional, that theyâre listening in- itâs making your mouth dry, your palms becoming sweaty as you rub them against your dress.
âWhen you last confessed, you mentioned greed and lust as your sins. Would you care to elaborate more on that?â The priest asks. âMaybe it will be easier, now that youâre amongst⊠friends.âÂ
âIâm not sure what to say,â you admit.
âIn my experience, the truth is whatâs important,â Joshua muses smoothly.
âI think⊠I think Iâm here right now because I told Seungcheol about coming to you earlier. There was something- something I couldnât quite explain about the interaction.â
âGo on.â
âIt almostâŠâ you swallow thickly. âIt almost felt like you were flirting with me, Father.â
âGreed and lust are most definitely your sins,â Joshua notes. âWould you have liked it if I was flirting with you?â
Someone whispers âwhat the fuckâ from outside the confessional, and youâre pretty sure it was Wonwoo. Heâs voicing your own thoughts, and you scramble for a response.
âI donât⊠I donât know,â you admit.Â
âIâd like to tell you something, and I think you should consider it when looking at your sinful actions. Perhaps you can think of it as a way to release yourself from any shame you feel.â Joshuaâs tone is soothing, and you hang onto what heâs about to say next. âWhile many men of my religion believe that God created the world and all its creatures in a matter of days, I think a lot can be learned from a Darwinian approach to life. Our closest ancestors are primates. They live in a warzone. Nothing is guaranteed but death. Iâd be tempted to confess that their psychology isnât that different from our own these days. Survivors of an apocalypse become no better than our primitive ancestors, and our behaviours are reflective of that. When certain species of female primates ovulate, and head out in search of a partner, do you know what they do?â
âErm⊠no, Father.â
âThe female bonobo primate will mate with as many fit males as possible. There are a number of reasons for this, but the primary one seems to be the need for protection. Not only for herself, but for future offspring. A male bonobo is less likely to throw out a baby if thereâs a chance it could be his own. I would guess youâre using a contraceptive, but the psychology of a female in need of a band of male protectors in desperate times still applies. Itâs animal nature, and the world we live in now has turned us all into animals. Instincts take precedence over logic. You might be greedy and lustful, but I would argue that youâve needed to be in order to secure your survival.âÂ
âIâŠâ you clear your throat, mind spinning at what heâs just suggested so eloquently. âI canât believe youâre comparing us all to primates.â
âAnd how do you know so much about monkeys?â Mingyu asks loudly from outside the confessional, earning a chorus of snickers.
âIf you wonât accept this comparison as⊠a justification of your greedy and lustful ways, then how about you try to explain it yourself?â Joshua suggests, ignoring everyone but you.
âI think⊠maybe I just like to be fucked,â you admit. âI think we all come at this from different backgrounds, with different motives for what we do.â
Joshua lets out an understanding sigh. âAnd what are your friendâs motives?â
âMingyu likes companionship. Heâs like me. He needs reassurance, needs physical touch. Jeonghan likes the fun of it all. He likes enjoying himself, likes to indulge. Wonwoo⊠I think it started as something just physical for him. A way to distract himself from the pressure he has on his shoulders. And Seungcheol likes to dominate. He likes to feel as if heâs won at something. Iâm guessing he sees this whole thing as a punishment.â
âA punishment?â Joshua enquires. âFor you?â
âFor me mostly,â you nod. âHe likes to humiliate me in certain ways, and I think this might be one of them. He also likes to challenge God, heâs not a believer, so Iâm guessing heâs enjoying this because weâre bringing sin into a place of worship. Heâs in control right now. Not you, not me, not even Wonwoo-â
âIs Wonwoo also receiving this punishment?â the priest asks.
âOf course he is. Wonwoo doesnât like you, thatâs no secret, Father.â
âWhat did the two of you do to deserve such a punishment?â
âI admitted that I probably flirted with you a little,â you say quietly, your skin heating at the admission. âAnd Wonwooâs been taking more of my time recently, been talking back to Seungcheol in ways that Seungcheol hasnât liked.â
âItâs quite the dynamic youâve found yourself a part of,â Joshua muses. âAn entanglement of wants, needs⊠indulgences. If you have such a good understanding of Seungcheol, how do you think this whole thing will play out for you?â
âI think heâd like for me to confess in deeper detail, confess my personal sins instead of talking about the others so much. I think heâd like for me to feel dirty, and when this confession is over, Iâm guessing heâll prove how dirty I am, here in this church, for all your eyes and God to see.â
âHow would you feel about that?â Joshua asks.
âHumiliated⊠excitedâŠâ you consider the emotions running through you. âIâd feel like Iâd done something to deserve it, which I have.â
âA simple thing like flirting doesnât constitute a punishment of this magnitude. What other sins have you partaken in? If you know Seungcheol wants details, you should give us all details.â
You take a deep breath. âIâve done practically everything a lustful greedy sinner could do to deserve this. Iâve had more orgies than I can count. Iâve had three men inside of me at once. Iâve been filled with cum over and over and over again. Iâve been insatiable, always greedy and ready to take more. Iâve been fucked to the point of passing out, only to awaken and go another round. Iâve reveled in the fact that I have four men who like watching me get fucked, who touch themselves to the view of their friends fucking me to the point where I canât talk or walk. Iâve become a fuck toy instead of doing actual survivor work in the prison, giving into my own greedy desires instead of the good of others. Iâve had sex in all sorts of places that I never thought Iâd have sex in-â
âLike this church,â Joshua interrupts you. âYouâve desecrated it before.â
âI-â your heart thunders in your chest.Â
âAdmit it,â the priest insists.
âFather, I-â
âYouâve been a very, very bad girl.âÂ
You hate that youâre getting wet from this. Thereâs a feeling of relief thatâs come from confessing your lustful ways, and now Joshuaâs deeper tone is setting you on edge. Heâs degrading you, like Cheol does, but it feels more extreme coming from a man of God- from a priest who clearly knows youâve been fucked in his place of worship.
âWhatâs the correct penance for a naughty whore like her?â Seungcheolâs voice makes your skin tingle. He opens the confessional fabric screen, staring down at you. His thumbs are hooked in his belt, and the way the light hits him from behind makes him look shockingly angelic and demonic at the same time. It illuminates his broad shoulders, the soft curls of his hair- but his face is shadowed.
âSir-â you whisper, cowering against the back of the booth.
âItâs clear that sheâs insatiable,â Joshua responds smoothly, shifting on his side of the confessional. âIâd say youâre within your right to do anything you want to her. As long as Iâm here, the dirty ways you choose to defile her will be penance, a Godly act.â
âA Godly act,â Seungcheol grins, turning to look over his shoulder at the others. âI donât know why youâre so offput by this priest, Wonwoo, he makes all the sense in the world to me.â The unit leaderâs eyes find you again. âNow, what to do with our naughty little whore of a princess.â
âI think you know what weâre going to do to her,â Jeonghan says sinisterly from outside the booth.
âYes, but in what order⊠decisions, decisions.â Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. âI think Iâll have you first, pretty girl. I was the first one to have you in the beginning, itâs only fair that I have you first now.â
You canât help yourself, you drop to your knees, shuffling forward. Seungcheolâs grin widens, and he looks down at you while you begin to undo his belt.Â
âGood girl,â he muses, threading his fingers through your hair as you pull down his pants. Heâs already hard, his cock springing up toward your face. You can feel yourself beginning to drool, and you grab his base, guiding him to your mouth.Â
Seungcheol releases a low groan as you begin to blow him in the confessional. You donât hold anything back. You sink down on him as much as you can, suctioning your lips around him and swirling your tongue. Even so, itâs not enough for Seungcheol. His grip tightens in your hair, holding you still so he can begin to fuck your face.
You moan around his cock, relaxing your throat so he can go as deep as he wants- and Seungcheol always likes to test your limits.
Your hands find his strong thighs, looking for something to anchor yourself while he uses you for his own pleasure.Â
âLetting me fuck your face in a confessional, this is a new low, even for you, princess,â Seungcheol laughs, pulling you off his cock. âOpen.â
You part your lips, sticking out your tongue. Seungcheol spits into your mouth.
âNow swallow,â he instructs, smirking as you follow through with the command. âWho do you belong to?â
âI belong to you, Sir,â you whimper.
âKeep that in mind tonight,â he warns, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He squeezes you roughly, and then pulls you to your feet. Seungcheol thrusts you out of the confessional, holding you against his chest while your eyes take in the men all crowded outside. âWho do you want after Iâm done with you?â
You canât help but shift your gaze to Wonwoo, not because you want him to be next in line, but because youâre worried about how this is affecting him. Heâd been more riled up than youâve ever seen him before when youâd entered the chapel, and now that itâs clear Joshua will be joining this orgy, you wonder how heâs feeling.
Seungcheol follows your eyes. âWonwoo goes last,â the unit leader announces.
âThe priest goes last,â Wonwoo retorts, the words coming out in something near a growl.
âNow I see what she meant about him talking back,â Joshua muses as he steps out of his side of the booth. âIs that any way to speak to your superior?â
Wonwoo clenches his jaw tightly. If looks could kill, the priest would be dead, but it simply makes the man standing next to you laugh. The sound causes an ache in the pit of your stomach.
Jealousy has never been a part of this dynamic- thatâs what makes this whole thing work. You worry about the implications this night will have on the rest of your time in the prison, worry about your safety going forward.
âOkay, princess,â Seungcheol brings his lips to your ear, his hands sneaking down the front of your dress and gripping the fabric, âIâm done waiting.â
In one quick motion, he reaches under your skirt, grabbing your panties and tearing them off. Then he pushes you forward, bending you at a ninety degree angle while he brings his cock to your soaked core.Â
âI knew youâd be wet from this,â Seungcheol laughs, rubbing his tip through your pussy lips. âYou know, priest, she wasnât lying when she said she revels in the act of being watched. She goes fucking crazy for it. Let me show you just how crazy she gets.â
Seungcheol sinks his cock into your tight hole and you moan desperately, trying your best to hold yourself up in this position with your fingertips to the floor. The unit leaderâs hands are on your hips, and he begins to rut into you roughly, forcing squeaks and moans of pleasure to slip out of you.
âTell us how much you love this,â Seungcheol prompts.
âFuck, I love it so much- oh my god-â
âBet youâd love it more if you had something to suck on.â
Jeonghan and Mingyu both step forward immediately, and you feel Seungcheolâs hand leave your hips as he points at the elder of the two. âYou.â
âThank God,â Jeonghan grins, already working on his belt. âItâs been too long since I fucked your face in this church, kitten.â
âPut your hands behind your back,â Seungcheol instructs.
âI canât-â youâre hardly stable and standing as it is, bent over like this.
âGive me one wrist,â the leader insists, grabbing it as soon as youâve presented it to him. âAnd now the other.â With both your hands caught in a bruising grip, Seungcheol helps stabilize you, holding you up from behind. Your muscles are already beginning to ache, but when Jeonghan slips his cock into your mouth, you nearly forget about the burn.
âFuck, this is so hot,â Jeonghan groans, thrusting gently in comparison to the man fucking your pussy.Â
âShe likes it too, gets all tight and wet whenever you hit the back of her throat,â Seungcheol laughs. âShe loves being used like this.â
You can only moan like a whore around Jeonghan, an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.Â
âGyuâs already touching himself, princess,â the unit leader tells you. âYou love it when he gets needy and canât wait.â
You do, you love it more than you can ever put into words-
âTell her how good she looks like this,â Seungcheol demands.
âYou look so fucking good,â Mingyu groans. âOur perfect little baby-â
âYour perfect little whore,â the priest laughs.Â
âMingyuâs too soft on her,â Seungcheol says with a grunt, fucking you so hard that your legs begin to shake. âHe always has been, and he always will be.â
Great, now Seungcheolâs degrading Mingyu too. Heâs not usually like this. Youâre not sure why heâs in such a mood today- or why he has such good compatibility with Joshua.
âEnough talk, fuck,â Jeonghan groans. âIf youâre not going to cum in her soon, I will.â
âYou know I only cum when she begs,â Seungcheol retorts.
Jeonghan is quick to pull you off his cock, fisting your hair while tendrils of spit keep you tied to his throbbing tip.Â
âFuck, please, sir- I can hardly stand- please, I need your cum-â
Seungcheol laughs darkly. âYou can do better than that.â
âSir, Iâll die without it. I need it- I need it deep inside, please, I want you dripping out of me for days-â
His speed increases as you babble pathetically, and you can feel your core tightening around him.Â
âIâm gonna cum- fuck, Sir, please, please cum with me, please- please let me cum-â
âCum on my cock, dirty girl, show everyone how much you love getting fucked like this.â
As your orgasm slams into you, so does Jeonghanâs cock. He fills your mouth, muffling your sounds of pleasure while Seungcheol fills your pussy. Your entire body is thrumming with hot energy, alight with the ecstasy that your lovers always provide.
You can feel your wet walls milking Seungcheolâs cock, and his low groans only make your pussy throb harder, your orgasm lasting so long that it almost hurts.
Itâs hard to breathe with Jeonghan fucking your face, but the lack of oxygen only adds to the copious stimulus, and you can already feel yourself beginning to cry a little from how good it all is.
The moment Seungcheolâs finished, Jeonghan is tearing himself away from your mouth. âMy turn, my turn-â he insists, tugging you off of Seungcheol only to flip you around with your back to his chest. He bends you over in the same manner that his superior did, sliding his cock into your cum filled hole. âFuck-â
âHannie-â you whimper, legs still shaky.
âI know, I know,â he coos at you. âIâll give you what you want.â
His hand wraps around your body, fingers finding your aching clit. Youâd cum from penetration alone with Seungcheol, and your sensitive bud had been throbbing at the missed action- now, each rub of Jeonghanâs digits has you crying out.
âNeed you to cum again,â Jeonghan tells you. âYou can do that for me, right? Cum on my cock just like you did for Cheol- youâre a good girl, arenât you, kitten?â
âIâm good,â you insist, on the verge of tears again.
Suddenly, hands are cupping your face, and you open your eyes to see Mingyu on his knees in front of you. He wipes your tears away with his thumb, pressing his lips to yours. âWanna see you cum, baby,â he murmurs.
Thereâs nothing like a gentle touch after the number Cheol just did on you, and something about Mingyuâs words tip you over the edge. You gasp against his lips, pussy clamping down on Jeonghan like a vice while he groans loudly.
You feel him spilling deep inside of you, pressing his hips flush to your ass while your walls contract around his cock. âFucking hell-â Jeonghan grunts, thrusting shallowly while orgasms surge through you both.
Mingyu kisses you deeper, his large hand finding the back of your neck, stroking you while his tongue invades your mouth. You get lost in the kiss while your orgasm subsides, and when Jeonghan pulls out of you, you crumple down onto your knees.
âCome here,â Mingyu says softly, collecting you into his lap while he sits against the wood floor. Thereâs no cushioning tonight, no jacket placed down to make things easy on you. Your knees hurt as they dig against the hardwood, but part of you thinks you deserve the pain while you wriggle against Mingyu, immediately grinding on his hard cock while cum begins to drip out of you.
Mingyu grabs your dress, tearing it off your body to reveal your naked form to the house of God. Your hand finds his cock, pumping him desperately-
âTwo loads are never enough,â Seungcheol muses, but his words feel distant while you kiss Mingyu. âLook at her, stroking him off- I bet she canât even last a minute before taking him next.â
Heâs right. You hate that heâs right.Â
Although, in this instance, you donât want to fuck Mingyu only for yourself, you want to fuck him for him too. Heâs clearly as needy as you are tonight, moaning sinfully when you kiss down his throat, finding his sweet spot and sucking it.
âCan you take me, baby?â he asks. âItâs okay if you canât-â
God, you love him.Â
He doesnât realize that you have something to prove. Doesnât realize that tonight, failure is not an option.
You lift yourself up enough to bring his tip to your core, and then you sink down on every glorious inch he has to offer.Â
Mingyu practically whimpers into the kiss, and the sound of it releases something feral inside of you. Suddenly you donât care about your knees getting bruised on the floor, you simply want to fuck this man like youâve never fucked him before.
Your hands find his shoulders, and you push him onto the ground. Your hips begin to move and you tangle your fingers in his hair, kissing him desperately while you ride him. His cock is so big- so long and hard, that it gives you a lot to work with. Thereâs no fear of it slipping out, no fear of losing him- heâs yours, completely.Â
Mingyu is groaning into the kiss, his hands skimming down your back and grabbing your ass, helping you with each thrust.
âHoly shit,â Jeonghan breathes. âI didnât know she could ride like that.â
âThatâs cuz you like to fuck her face,â Seungcheol retorts.
âStill,â Jeonghan insists, âlook at our little superstar go.â
Their words make you more confident, and you push yourself up using Mingyuâs shoulders as leverage. You throw your head back, moaning loudly in the sanctity of the church. Youâre aware that youâre giving every man watching a full view of you now, your breasts bouncing, hips rutting wildly as you claw at Mingyuâs chest-
You open your eyes. Seungcheolâs sitting on a pew, his boots up on the bench in front of him, where Joshua is perched. Wonwooâs leaning against the confessional, arms crossed over his chest. Jeonghan is simply sitting on the floor a few feet away. Theyâre all watching you intently.
âGyu,â Seungcheol says suddenly, taking off his dog tag and throwing it at the two of you, âput this around her neck.â
âWhat?â Mingyu tilts his head to the side, a large, muscled arm reaching out across the church floor to grab the chain.
âIn case our little whore loses track of whoâs already filled her up,â Seungcheol explains, although, youâre pretty sure that wonât be a problem.Â
No, as Seungcheolâs dogtag is placed around your neck, followed quickly by Jeonghanâs, you think this must be another way of your men to claim you as theirs.
Joshua doesnât have a dog tag, his mark wonât be around your neck like a collar showing off who you belong to.
As you ride Mingyu, the dogtags bounce against your breasts, the metal clinking softly together. The material is cool against your hot skin, and you hate that you enjoy it like this.
Mingyu sits up abruptly, burying his face in your tits. His mouth wraps around your nipple and you claw at his hair, throwing your head back and moaning. âFuck, puppy-â
You hardly ever call him by that petname, but it feels fitting like this. Mingyu groans, palming your other breast with his hand, and itâs a confirmation that he enjoys the term.Â
âYouâre so deep-â you continue, knowing he also loves praise. âYou fill me up so good-â
Mingyuâs arms wrap around the small of your back, and then heâs rolling the two of you so heâs in the top position. He adjusts your thighs, pressing one up against your chest as he begins to fuck into you hard and deep, hitting spots that have you clawing at the floor.
Part of you wants to leave a mark on the wooden planks outside the confessional, a constant reminder to Joshua that youâve desecrated this holy place. That heâs allowed you to do so, that heâs even sanctioned it.Â
Mingyuâs lips find your throat, and a shiver runs through you. One hand threads through his hair, massaging his scalp while he fucks his friendsâ cum deep into your core. Your other hand lifts from the floor, sneaking between your bodies to find your clit.
Your pussy clenches at the touch, and Mingyu groans lewdly, fucking you even harder.
âIâm close, puppy,â you tell him, panting in his ear. âIâm so fucking close-â
âMe too,â he whimpers, sucking on your ear. âMe too, baby, fuck- you feel so good-â
âYou feel good too,â you assure him, applying more pressure to your clit. âSo, so good, Gyu-â
âShit, I canât-â
âCum for me, puppy, please, just cum for me-â you beg, drawing his lips to yours as he groans loudly, shooting his load into your pussy.
His thrusts are rough and erratic, and he triggers your own orgasm, making you gasp into the kiss. The two of you are panting, tongue tied and animalistic as you work through your shared high.Â
You claw at his back- itâs as though you need him closer, you want to devour him even though heâs as physically close to you as he ever possibly could be.
Mingyuâs large form shudders as his orgasm subsides, and you know heâs on the verge of overstimulation. Heâd kept fucking you for your sake, not his own, and you kiss him lovingly at the thought.Â
The two of you have a close bond. You take care of eachother, and you always will.Â
Mingyu finally breaks the kiss, looking down at you while he catches his breath. âI-â he swallows thickly. Thereâs a deep emotion brewing behind his chocolate brown eyes, and you wonder if heâll voice it for the first time, in front of everyone else. âWonwoo hyung probably wants you now.â
Your adoring puppy boy pulls out of you, and you whimper at the loss. He sits back on his heels, looking down at you, then he takes off his dog tag, gently placing it around your neck to join the others.
You turn to look at Wonwoo, and he smiles at you softly from where heâs leaning on the confessional. âHey, beautiful, can you walk?â
You nod, allowing Mingyu to help you up onto shaky legs. Youâre aware of the cum beginning to drip down your thighs with each step you take, but you canât bring yourself to care. When you finally make it to Wonwoo, you throw your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way he hugs you, twirling you around so youâre now the one pressed up against the confession booth.
His lips meet yours. Itâs not a hungry kiss, not at first. Itâs a kiss that speaks a thousand words, and yet, none at all. Itâs a kiss that reassures you that everything he said at the door before you entered the church was true.Â
âWhatever happens in there, it wonât change how I feel about you.â
When youâd started all of this six months ago, the last person you expected to have a true soft spot for was Wonwoo. Heâs not a huge talker, but when he does speak, heâs sincere. Itâs one of your favourite things about him- well, that, and the way that his arms have started to feel like the first home youâve experienced since the outbreak.
His hand cups the back of your head, and the kiss deepens. You press your bare chest against his own, moaning at the contact. Wonwoo grins, nibbling at your bottom lip while his fingers begin to trail down your body.
Heâs soft as he circles your clit, and it leaves you wanting more, rutting your hips against him. Itâs all too easy for Wonwoo to slip his fingers into your dripping pussy, and the squelching sound your core makes has your skin heating with embarrassment. But Wonwoo clearly doesnât care about the noise as he begins to pump his hand, curling his digits to reach your gspot.
You grab his shoulders, legs already feeling shaky. Youâre moaning too much now for him to kiss you properly, so his lips find your throat.
Whimpers and wet sounds fill the church, and as Wonwooâs pace increases, you realize what his intention is. The sniper has always had skilled fingers, and itâs not uncommon for him to make you squirt- you can already feel your pussy beginning to drench his hand, but youâre not sure if itâs your cum or someone elses.
All you know is that it feels amazing. The pressure in your stomach is like hot ecstasy, and each rough pump of his fingers has your body tingling with pleasure.Â
âFuck, Wonwoo-â you moan, words caught as he palms your clit. Your eyes clench shut, you feel more liquid squirting out of you, can feel the impact of it hitting the floor, sending droplets that skirt by your toes-
âThatâs going to be a bitch to clean up, Shua,â Jeonghan notes with a snicker.
You can feel your lover grinning by your throat- maybe this was his intention all along.Â
âWonwoo-â you whimper, shocked at the amount of squirt thatâs left your body. âToo much-â
The sniper doesnât hesitate when he hears this, he simply pulls his fingers from your core, presenting them to your lips as he pushes his pants down with his free hand.
You suck greedily on his fingers, tasting the mix of cum you find there.Â
Wonwoo pulls his hand away too quickly, reaching down to grab your thighs and lift you off the ground. He pushes you against the confession both, pressing his cock into your hole while his lips attack yours again.
God, it feels good not to be standing. Your legs were starting to feel like jelly, and now, you can focus on the cock filling you up. You just get to relax against the soft wooden booth and take what Wonwoo is giving you.
The kiss is a hungry one, his tongue battling yours as he finds a quick pace. Youâve been fucked by three other men already, but it still feels so good to have Wonwoo inside of you like this.Â
You tangle your fingers in his soft curls, moaning desperately while he rails you against the confession booth. Your mind goes pleasantly blank. With Wonwoo, no words have to be said, you can feel what heâs expressing, can feel how much he cares for you.Â
The angle heâs holding you in has his cock hitting deep, teasing that special spot that has your toes curling. Each smack of his hips against your own has your clit being teased, a consistent pressure thatâs quickly tightening the knot in your abdomen again.
âWonwoo-â you whimper.
âYouâre close?â he asks, sounding a little shocked as he breaks the kiss to look at you.
âSensitive,â you remind him, pouting out your lower lip as you cup his cheek. âYou feel so good.â
He releases a groan, kissing you again.Â
Wonwooâs not Cheol. He doesnât make you beg for an orgasm. Heâll simply give it to you- kiss you stupid while his body does the work of getting you to cloud nine.Â
You allow the orgasm to build naturally. Thereâs no demanding that it comes, no countdowns or âcum with meâs- Wonwoo cumming with you is a given. He has selfcontrol, and he holds out till the moment your pussy clamps down on his cock.
The two of you groan into each otherâs mouths, Wonwooâs fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he fucks you through it. You cling to him desperately while he eats up all your sounds of pleasure.Â
For a moment, youâre not some free-use whore being tossed around a group of men in a church- itâs just you and Wonwoo.
You get lost in him, your orgasm feeling endless- but all good things must end, and soon, Wonwooâs motions stop. His cock stays buried inside of you, his body pressing your own against the confessional while you both breathe heavily between kisses.
Finally, Wonwoo pulls away. He stares at you for a moment, more unspoken communication making your heart swell. He sets you onto your feet gently, helping you stand with one hand while he does up his pants.
Then he takes off his dog tag, leaning in close as he puts it around your neck. âI hate this,â he whispers, and you canât be sure that heâs only talking about the act of owning you with the chain on your throat.
Wonwoo moves away, and you open your mouth to say more- but youâre cut off by someone clearing their throat. Your gaze shifts to Seungcheol, who stands from the pew he was sitting at. âOne more to go, princess.â
Joshua grins, stepping forward. âHow should we do this?â
It takes a moment for you to realize heâs not asking you. Seungcheol lets up a deep breath. âHonestly, knowing my insatiable princess, Iâd say she could take both of us. You can fuck her ass, priest, but her pussy belongs to us.â
You hate the tingle of excitement that runs through you, your eyes dipping to the front of Seungcheolâs pants, where heâs already growing hard again.Â
âYouâre the boss,â Joshua muses, watching the unit leader step toward you.
Seungcheol takes you into his arms, one hand cupping your cheek as he looks down at you. âYouâve been so good for us,â he says softly. âGonna keep being good, right?â
âYes, sir,â you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can bring him in for a kiss.
The touch of your lips is short-lived. Seungcheol gets down onto the ground, lying flat while he helps you on top of him. âIâll fuck this pretty pussy,â he announces, undoing his belt for the second time tonight, âand you can lube up Joshua with a taste of your mouth.â
âOkay, sir,â you whimper, looking down between your bodies to watch him pull out his cock. The moment itâs free, he lines it up with your core, his warm hands finding your hips to help you sink onto him.
You both let out moans of pleasure, your eyes closing as you begin to bob up and down slowly.Â
The sound of another belt being undone draws your gaze to Joshua, whoâs come to stand next to you and Cheol. âOpen wide,â he tells you, grabbing the base of his cock and pumping.
You look up at the priest, doing as youâre told. His eyes stay fixed on yours as he slowly pushes his cock past your lips. He doesnât go in all the way, only giving you half, and waiting expectantly for you to begin sucking him off.
As you hollow your cheeks, digging your nails into Seungcheolâs chest for leverage, the unit leader begins rutting up into you. You canât help but moan around Joshuaâs cock, and you watch as he lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing the back of your head so he can hold you still. He begins to fuck your face, and once again, youâre just a fuck toy caught between two alpha males.
You know what comes next, know that Joshua will be in your ass soon, so you do your best to lube him up with your spit. Itâs clear that your wet mouth is driving the priest into a frenzy, his cock hitting the back of your throat now with each thrust.
Youâre doing your best not to gag, your eyes welling with tears that you blink away as you gaze up at the priest.Â
âSheâs so pretty when she cries,â Joshua muses, wiping away one of the tears with his thumb.
âOur little princess is always pretty,â Seungcheol insists with a grunt, forcing you to take his cock fully, keeping you pinned on his hips. âAre you going to fuck her ass or not?â
Joshua pulls himself from your mouth, clearly amused by the lines of drool that still connect him to you. âBe good for us,â Joshua says sweetly.
Seungcheol tugs you to his chest, his hands moving to your ass where he spreads your cheeks for the man who sinks to his knees behind you.Â
You feel Joshuaâs tip rub against your hole, and you do your best to breathe normally, relaxing your body so you can take him as he slowly pushes inside.
Thereâs nothing in the world like being full- with cum, with cock, with everything-
âThis is too hot,â Jeonghanâs voice makes you look up. âWanna suck me off too, kitten? If you donât, I might bust all over myself from this view alone.â
At this point, your mind is fuzzy, and you canât help but nod, sitting up and opening your mouth for Jeonghan.
âThereâs our good kitten,â he grins, immediately whipping out his dick and slotting it past your lips. âFuck, so fucking good for us. I know you love it when you get three cocks at once. Our little kitten with her kink for being completely full-â
At this point, there are no thoughts swirling around in your head, only the feeling of three men filling you up to their heartâs desire. Seungcheol and Joshua find a push-pull motion that has tension building in your abdomen much too easily. Jeonghan, meanwhile, is fucking you slowly, taking his time and releasing groans as you suck him off.
The tip of Jeonghanâs cock hits the back of your throat, and your body convulses, making both Joshua and Seungcheol moan loudly. Their fingers dig into your skin, you can feel hot breath against your chest and shoulders.
âYou know,â Seungcheol groans, âA priest really shouldnât be doing this.â
âNot so willingly, at least,â Jeonghan adds.
âWell,â Joshua sighs loudly, âI guess now is as good a time as any to tell you all that Iâm not actually a priest.â
âWhat?â Jeonghan and Seungcheol stop thrusting, and you sputter as Jeonghanâs cock slips from your lips, taking haggard breaths.
âItâs not like any of you asked for a resume when I showed up here,â Joshua jokes.
âThatâs because you were dressed as a fucking priest?!â Seungcheolâs voice is raising now, his fingers digging into your ass while Joshua continues to fuck you nonchalantly.
âIâve been quite convincing, wouldnât you say?â Youâd bet your life that the âpriestâ is wearing a shit-eating grin, but at this point, you canât even bring yourself to care.
âSir,â you whimper, clawing at his chest.
Seungcheol swallows thickly. âWeâre gonna make her cum, but you and I are going to have a talk about this later, priest.â
Jeonghan presents his cock to you again, and you take it into your mouth. You suck on him hard, wanting to get him as close to the edge as you are. In response, Jeonghan begins to fuck your face again, hitting the back of your throat so your body clenches around Joshua and Seungcheol.
âFuck,â the unit leader moans, landing a slap across your ass that has your mind spinning. âNeed you to cum for us,â he tells you. âNeed you to be a good little cock whore and take what we give you.â
You moan loudly around Jeonghan, getting lost in the feeling of being so completely full that you canât think straight.
Seungcheol lets go of your ass, bringing his thumb to your clit-
The first rough drag of his digit across the sensitive bud triggers your orgasm, and you practically scream around Jeonghan, entire body fizzling with electric energy.
âFuck-â Jeonghan groans, giving one last thrust before he cums down your throat, holding your head so your nose touches his pelvis, not allowing you to go anywhere as you sputter and take what he gives you.
Seungcheol and Joshua let out moans of their own, and you can feel the heat of them cumming too, filling up both of your holes to a point thatâs almost dizzying.Â
Jeonghan pulls out of your mouth and you immediately slump down against Seungcheolâs chest, body shaking as you struggle to breathe. Joshua also retreats. You can feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks, too many emotions swirling around in your post orgasmic haze for you to even keep track of.
âSit up for me, princess, letâs get a look at you,â Seungcheol insists, stroking your back.
With a deep breath, you slowly sit up, rubbing at your eyes.
Joshua comes to stand in front of you, an expression akin to concern on his face. âYouâre forgiven for your sins,â he tells you.
Wonwoo scoffs loudly.
The priest reaches up, taking off his cross necklace. As he begins to hold it over your head, intent on adding his claim to the four that already hang around your throat, Wonwoo grabs his hand roughly. Then your sniper tears the cross from Joshuaâs grasp, throwing it across the church. âDonât even fucking try it,â Wonwoo growls. âShe doesnât belong to you. This was a one-time thing.â
âAnd youâre the one making decisions now?â Seungcheol glares, sitting up and pressing his palms flat to the floor behind himself to balance, his abs moving under pretty skin.Â
âKitten should choose,â Jeonghan agrees. âLike she did at the start.â
âLook at her,â Wonwoo insists, voice breaking. âWe all fucked her brains out. Sheâs not making any big decisions right now. In fact-â Wonwoo reaches down and picks your dress off the ground, helping you put it on, âWeâre taking her home. Gyu.â
Your largest lover encircles his arms around you, lifting you up and off Cheol without a question asked. You tuck in close to his chest, closing your eyes and enjoying the bridal style of the carry.Â
âClearly this wasnât punishment enough for your subordinate who likes to talk back,â Joshua muses, speaking to Cheol while he watches you, Wonwoo and Mingyu head toward the church doors.
Wonwooâs fist clenches at his side, Mingyu looks back, but no one says anything else. You pass out in Mingyuâs arms while they carry you back to the Z1 dorm. Mingyu lays you on a bed softly, immediately cuddling up to your side. He begins to stroke your hair and you open your eyes when you feel a warm cloth cleaning your inner thighs.
âHey, beautiful,â Wonwoo looks up at you. âHow are you feeling.â
âOkay,â you murmur.
Wonwoo frowns, exchanging a look with Mingyu.Â
âDid i say something wrong?â you ask.
âNo, itâs justâŠâ Wonwoo swallows thickly, âusually you say âgoodâ or âgreatâ or âamazing.ââ
âOh. sorry.â
âDonât apologize. You never have to apologize to us.â Wonwoo finishes cleaning up the mess between your legs, and he tosses the cloth on the floor, getting onto the bed with you. You curl up against his chest, and Mingyu presses to your back, his soft fingers caressing you. âWe shouldnât have done that to you.â
âItâs okay.â
âItâs not,â Wonwoo insists. âBut we shouldnât talk about this right now. You need rest.â
The mention of sleeping makes you yawn, and you close your eyes, enjoying the warmth that your protectors provide. âGoodnight.â
Mingyu presses a kiss to your shoulder as you begin to drift off. âGoodnight, baby.â
Epilogue
Itâs been a week since the orgy in the church, and youâve spent every night since then cuddled between Wonwoo and Mingyu, thinking heavily about yourself and the relationship you have with the men in your life.
You wake up on the seventh day with your mind set. Wonwooâs already awake, sitting silently and staring at the wall while acting as your pillow. He looks down at you when you stir, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. âGood morning, beautiful.â
âHi, handsome,â you retort, loving the way his new petname tastes on your lips. âCan I⊠can I be vulnerable with you for a moment?â
âAlways,â he assures you, nudging Mingyu to wake him up.
The man behind you groans, but presses kisses to your shoulder nonetheless. âWhatâs happening?â
âBaby has something to tell us,â Wonwoo says softly.
âOkay, baby.â Mingyu speckles more kisses along your skin, tucking closer to your back.
âI think⊠I think I need to end things with Jeonghan and Seungcheol.â Youâre shocked at the resolve in your tone, but at the same time, the declaration feels right.Â
âWhat?â Mingyu holds you tighter, kisses ceasing.
âWhen I entered this dynamic, I never thought Iâd pick favourites,â you explain, âbut I think itâs clear that I have. Itâs clear to me now that you two care for me in a different way than they do- and⊠Iâd rather focus on this, what we three have, then betray myself with them any longer.â
Youâre proud of yourself for putting all your chaotic thoughts into such simple words, and you wait patiently for a response.
âI think thatâs a good decision,â Wonwoo says finally, letting out a shaky breath.Â
âI just feel like- I mean, I love Jeonghan, I love Seungcheol, but Iâm not in love with them. Not in the way that Iâm in love with you guys⊠and I think⊠I think youâre both in love with me too.â
Mingyu lets out a soft groan. âItâs been hard not to say it.â
âIâm sorry if I made you feel like you couldnât,â you whisper, reaching to thread your fingers with his hand resting on your hip.
âIt wasnât you,â Mingyu reassures, âit was the way the five of us worked. It didnât feel like there was room to say it.â
âWell you can say it now.â
âI love you,â Mingyu groans, squeezing your hand. âFuck, I do. I do love you. A stupid amount.â
âI love you too,â you grin, light airy energy surging through your body. You find yourself looking up at Wonwoo. âDo you love me?â
âIs that even a question?â He lets out a small laugh, cupping your cheek. âIâve been in love with you for months.â
âI wish weâd all said it earlier,â you admit. âI came into this living each day like it might be my last, but I neglected to do the one thing thatâs most important- I didnât tell either of you how I felt, and I promise Iâm going to make up for it every day I have with the two of you.â
Youâll talk to Jeonghan and Seungcheol later. You can deal with whatever reactions they have, as long as Mingyu and Wonwoo are by your side.
Seungcheol has always called you insatiable. Heâs made you feel like a needy whore who couldnât get enough- and yet, that final penance was more than enough. It made you realize that you are satiated- by love, not lust.Â
Youâve paid your dues, your penance is complete, and now, even during an apocalypse, you can finally try to secure a life for yourself that you always wished for, with your two protectors. You can finally be happy, and fulfilled.Â
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You love the feeling of sun on your face. The warmth reminds you of your two lovers, who hang back, sitting on a barricade a hundred feet away. There are no supply runs today, so Mingyu and Wonwoo have taken to shadowing you at a respectful distance, giving you and Hansol your space to putter around the garden and tend to the growing food.
âYou seem happier lately,â Hansol muses as he digs holes to plant beet seeds Wonwoo had found for you on his last trip to the city.
âI am,â you admit, gazing over at the two men who are chatting and laughing together. âItâs nice to be spending more time in the garden again.â
âAnd I see youâve picked up your cafeteria tasks with Seokmin again,â Hansol points out. âI know he missed you for a few months.â
âYeah, I had a lot going on at the time.â
Youâve never outwardly spoken with Hansol about your prior arrangement with Z1, but you can tell heâs noticed Seungcheol and Jeonghan not pulling you away anymore. Your closest survivor friends are too respectful to ask for details, but itâs been a few weeks since youâd âbroken upâ with the elder Z1âs, and you think youâre finally ready to talk about it a little.
âMy priorities werenât straight,â you continue.
âBut it looks like they are now,â Hansol says, straightening to look at the men on the barricade. âYou all look a lot happier.â
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Yan!Gang x GN Reader
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đ The grocery you usually go to was closed early for the day, poor you had to walk the 2 miles to the nearest store in order to buy the stuff you needed for the week.
đ Living alone was hard work. You worked an exhausting 9 to 5 job that barely provided for your tiny apartment and pet (and your endless merch of your favorite franchise)
đ You were already tired from working today, and now you have to walk an extra 2 miles to get groceries you may or may not be able to afford because you never went to said grocery store before??
đ The grocery was in a pretty sketchy part of the city, with the smell of car exhaust and cigarettes lingering everywhere that you had to cover your nose to evade the scent.
đ You quickly went in the store and breathed in deeply, thankfully the store didn't smell so bad.
đ Besides than you, there were only 2 other people, the store owner and someone in a black suit eating some instant noodles.
đ You went to work trying to find all the stuff you need on your list. Coffee, fruits and veggies, snacks, and maybe some chocolate as a treat for yourself~
đ You pay for your things, unfortunately unable to afford the chocolates, and leave the store.
đ aaaaand now its raining...
đ You rush to the nearest cover, trying to cover the paper bag full of your groceries before hearing labored breathing from the alley you passed.
đ You stop and look back to see a man hunched over, his back to the wall as he winced at a wound he had on his torso that stained his white buttoned up shirt. He looked to have come from a fight..
đ You gasp, almost dropping your groceries. His golden eyes dart over to you and glare at your meek form.
đ "What're you lookin at?" he growls.
đ "You're..bleeding- You're bleeding!!" You start to panic.
đ "Yeah no shit I'm bleeding! What the fuck do you want?!"
đ You scramble away from the man in the alley frightened and freaked out. Out of instinct, you return to the store and ask where the first aid items are.
đ Kagiri sighed, trying his best to hold on while waiting for his gang to arrive and help him out. He just had to be strong. He can get through this. He can do it! He doesn't need anyone!
đ "Sorry! I'm back!"
đ goddamnit..
đ He grumbles at your presence but then realizes you have two bags and not one like you had recently. You put down your groceries and take a few stuff out of the other bag. Band-Aids..gauze..sanitizer..what's going on??
đ "What are you doing?" He asks in a threatening voice.
đ You don't say anything, you focus on trying to patch up his wounds, asking him a few things once in a while like "can you lift your arm please?" or "unbutton your shirt a bit.."
đ And he let you..for some reason...
đ He went from growling to staring silently at you while you worked on bandaging his wounds, like a feral dog being pet for the first time.
đ Now he managed to get a good look at you. You were quite cute, and it looked like you just got off work from the attire you were wearing. Your hands were so soft compared to his calloused ones, and your eyes..one look from you and even the toughest mafia boss will melt from how comforting they are..
đ And before he knows it, you've finished and were apologizing profusely to him for butting in on his situation, he was gonna say something else but you ran off.
đ You finally arrive back at your apartment, your pet cat rubbing against you as you lock your door. You smile and pick her up about to ramble about the hectic day you had until you realize..
đ You picked up your cat..
đ Your hands were free prior..
đ YOU LEFT YOUR GROCERIES!!
đ Silence fills the room before you let out a pitiful sob. Scolding yourself for forgetting your groceries with that mysterious guy, all that money and fresh food wasted! Your cat tries to lick your face to calm you down.
đ You pace around the room trying to figure out what to do now until a knock on your door is heard.
đ You open the door but there was no one there, but you see two men hastily and quite loudly scramble their way down the stairs giggling like middle schoolers. Did two grown men really ding dong ditch you??
đ You sigh and go to close the door, but your cat meows and trots outside and you look down to see her paw at a bag full of groceries..what?!
đ All your groceries were there, plus some extra cans of food, wrapped onigiri..your chocolates? and it wasn't in a dull paper bag anymore, it was in a black tote bag with a gold insignia of a sea serpent.
đ You didn't dare question it, considering the looks of the man who helped you and the part of town you were in, he was likely part of some gang and wanted to thank you.
đ But it didn't stop there...
đ You felt like you were being watched every time you were outside..no, it wasn't a feeling, THEY WERE LITERALLY RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN WATCHING YOU.
đ It didn't take a genius to spot them. You started noticing newcomers to the places you frequented. Like in a cafe that was fairly quiet and cozy, there were about 5 men dressed in blazers with some kind of flashy undershirt and gelled up hair at the very back of the establishment.
đ They didn't do a good job trying to hide the fact they were watching you with a newspaper.
đ It freaked you out, but you tried your best to ignore them.
đ But it was hard to do that when they started talking to you..
đ "Excuse me, you dropped your wallet.." you turn around and almost stumble over the tall intimidating man right behind you meekly handing you back your wallet.
đ You take it back with a shaky hand and waddle away trying not to look back.
đ If you did, you'd see the big burly man absolutely blushing and squealing as a few other men giddily walk up to him, showing a video of the encounter you just had from across the street.
đ There was also the time you caught them staring dreamily at you when they saw that you started using the tote bag with the serpect symbol as your office bag, it was a pretty nice bag and you didn't want it to just lie around your house..
đ And that one co-worker who's kind of a creep? Never messed with you again. You caught a glimpse of them shivering over the symbol on your bag.
đ Not to mention boxes of groceries that show up at your door all wrapped up in a red bow, they still haven't learned to be more silent when dropping those off..
đ After a bit you start to recognize some of them from their haircuts or the jewelry they always have on them. It made you more curious as to what their deal was.
đ So you decided to search up online with the insignia on the tote bag as your first clue.
đ You find out that its the symbol for a local gang that dealt with all kinds of stuff, robbery, misconduct, public damage..mostly public damage..
đ You manage to find a photo of all of them, you recognize the man in the center. It was the guy you saw in the alley way..
đ Connecting all the dots, you somehow got the protection of a gang because you patched up their wounded boss..great..
đ The next day you spot a few of the gang members again but instead of ignoring them, you give them a small wave before heading off the work. They were left stunned with a story to tell the others that'll make them squeal like little girls.
đ They started becoming less and less distant from you.
đ From watching you across the street to making small talk about the prices of fruits at the store.
đ One by one the gang gets a special moment with you, they were small mundane moments, but they treasured them like a core memory.
đ Word finally got to the boss that you've been very close with them lately, and he decides it's time to confront you.
đ As usual, a knock is heard at your door, and you see them clumsily run away, leaving a box of groceries behind..you should probably tell them you have a doorbell.
đ But it wasn't a box of groceries, it was full of heart shaped chocolates, sweet pink sweets and about 3 stuffed bears, topped up with a bouquet of flowers, as well as a note. You bring the box in and read small card.
đ Dear Mx. L/N, please go to this address tomorrow at 6pm. Don't be late. Please.
đ You can see words like 'We love you' and 'Have a nice evening' and 'we cant wait' messily scribbled out.
đ You arrive at the location at the designated time and look around.
đ The place they wrote in was a fancy looking restaurant that looked like the only thing you could afford was the water..
đ You're escorted to a table in a private room. You can hear the muffled noises of men giggling and talking before you enter and they all quiet down. It was quite intimidating to see them all in the same room, but the scariest part was seeing the boss; Kagiri, sitting in the center.
đ A little Siamese cat with big yellow eyes mewls at you and you pet it. It jumps up to you and purrs on your lap. Around his neck is a red collar with a gold nametag with the serpent symbol engraved on it, and on the back read 'Unagi'. You hear the men awe softly at the sight of the boss' cat getting along with their darling idol
đ Kagiri stands up and smiles at you warmly and by warmly I mean he looks terrifying
đ "It's nice to see you again. I never got to formally thank you for what you done to me." he lifts up his shirt a bit to reveal his healed wound which faded into a scar.
đ You nervously say you're welcome and shake his hand, you can't help but notice him shiver over your touch.
đ He invites you to sit down and eat and you spend the night having dinner and talking with the gang.
đ They try their best to impress you, sitting up straight, puffing out their chests, deepening their voices..
đ It almost seems like they were competing for your attention.
đ Once dinner was over, Kagiri speaks up "Now, about our meeting, we've been meaning to ask you something." he says gently.
đ The large man walks over to you and takes your hand and kneeling..what whats happening..
đ "Y/N L/N..will you be our new boss?" He asks passionately.
đ The gang cheers, pleading for you to say yes, it was like being confessed to by 7 grown men
đ "So? What will you say?" Kagiri asks, with eyes sparkling with hope and adoration.
đ The gang was kicked out of the establishment for making too loud and causing a disturbance..
đ Maybe you shouldn't have said yes..
its done guys, this is probably the most fun ive had writing a fic!! also there may be bonus content about the individual gang members if you guys are up for that ;3
#yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x reader#male yandere#oc yandere#yandere oc#yandere male#tw yandere#x reader#yandere blog#yandere gang#gang x reader#yandere boss#yandere boss x reader#boss x reader#multiple yandere#poly yandere#opossumdoodles
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Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K. (pt.4)
Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader
Trope: Enemies/friends to lovers.
summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.
a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3⥠-> Pt.5
m.list
Is there anything better than privacy?
Nope.
Bakugo had a room for his own. His roommate bailed from college right after the first class. He had an awakening about his future or something like that he had said before taking all his clothes and leaving. Bakugo felt some sort of relief that lasted...ten minutes? His friends used to invade his space quiet often. When he came to his room after seeing your flirting with Todoroki (from afar according to him), Kirishima and Sero were there talking about a game. They noticed in an instant that something was happening to his friend. He had his usual scowl on his face, but his brows were knitted together. A bad omen.
"Hey dude, what's up with that face?" Seemed like Sero was the one who grew a pair overnight.
Bakugo only grunted on his way to the closet. He needed to change his clothes to go to the stupid party you were attending. He made sure of that.
What if he sees you with Todoroki? Was it going to make his stupid stomach churn again?
"Hey man, we were talking about the party," Kirishima said, gaining part of his attention. "We were thinking about staying here, playing games, drinking our secret stash-"
"Fuck no" he didn't even stutter.
The reaction from Bakugo set an alarm to both of his friends. They knew about how casanova Bakugo could be, but he never, ever, showed that much, the fact that they were almost certain, after what happened with you just a week ago, that his friend's response was going to be a solid yes.
"Why so eager?" Sero asked.
"I just need the distraction," Bakugo shrugged while picking and searching the proper outfit.
He was vane most of the time, but he never took more than five minutes to choose a plain shirt and baggy jeans. Kirishima knew very well what was going on.
"Sero, why don't you go knock Mina's door and tell her about the change of plans"
Kirishima tried to be subtle. Man, he tried. Fortunately, Bakugo was so busy trying to decide between a white shirt and a black shirt that he didn't notice the exchange of looks that his friends were doing right under his nose.
"Sure," Sero winked to Kirishima and left the room.
Kirishima didn't know how to address the topic. His friend would definitely deny it, and they would be doing a full circle with yes and no that would end up in Bakugo just answering with noises.
Bakugo couldn't stop touching the fabric of his clothes. Was it too soft? Was it too white? What if there was a theme he didn't know about?
"You're panicking." Kirishima crossed his arms while leaning on his desk chair. He wouldn't lie, the scene was comical to witness. "You know you can talk to me"
The friendship between the two of them was something that most people didn't understand. Kirishima was always smiling, talking to everyone and telling jokes, while Bakugo, well, he had a permanent scowl on his face, rarely showed any other emotion than bored superiority and the only events that people saw him interacting with other people was with only one purpose, to state that he was better than everybody else. He was considered a private man and someone who had a police tape that said, do not cross.
"I don't know what's happening to me," he said, exposing his heart. He wasn't going to start naming or counting details. It was implicit, and Kirishima understood very well.
"You know what, man, you need to clear your head a little. This week had been rough. What about a beer pong to drain some stress off?"
Bakugo nodded to himself without even glancing at his friend. He needed a distraction, and he was almost sure that a party was a good place to find it.
...
"I can't believe that you, the queen of punctuality, is late" Jirou was losing it with you, the fact that you left her on read after she sent that demanding text and that you were also taking your time on getting ready.
"I'm sorry, Aizawa asked me to feed his cat, and you know how she is"
Blaming your non-biological dad was the ultimate movement in your pocket, so gen z of you.
"Oh yeah, Denki told me about the rizz in your training class. How did it go?" She asked you while picking her nails looking uninterested but you caught her side glancing you.
You slid your black leather skirt on your legs and shrugged.
"Well, you can see the burn marks on my legs here," you pointed above your left knee. "And here," you pointed your right mid thigh.
"Ugh, did you put something on it? That's gonna leave a nasty scar, " you denied, shaking your head.
She was right, but you didn't have anything to tend the wound.
"Does it hurt?" She asked this time, getting close to your leg.
"Yeah it does, like a motherfucker" you giggled. "But it's okay, it's a one-time thing, Aizawa is coming back and I would never ever ever have to sparr with him again"
There wasn't a pun intended in the mention of the one-time thing, but still, you really hoped that you would never have to be in that situation again.
"Well, at least this time was something professional"
You nodded, putting your boots on.
"Oh, but then, when I went to feed the cat, he was there, waiting outside Aizawa's door"
"He was where?"
Denki, as always, appeared out of nowhere, startling the shit out of you. Thank god he was outside the room this time and not hiding in the closet or under the bed.
"I'm pretty sure you heard me right," you said, putting some gloss on your lips. They stayed quiet, urging you to follow the story. "I finished my chores as a good daughter, and when I opened the door to leave Aizawa's apartment, I stumbled against him"
"What was he doing there?" Jirou asked with a quizzed look on her face.
"I don't know, he didn't tell me," you shrugged and turned around. Both of them were looking at each other with suspicious eyes. "What?," you inquired.
"I mean, not because we are your friends and we have to be delulu for you, but it's weird, don't you think?" Kaminari said and looked straight to Jirou for support.
"In a normal situation, we would be feeding you with improbable situations, but right now, I'm even intrigued with Bakugo and his behavior towards you. He seems like he's always trying to bump into you"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"Wait a minute, we don't know why he was there. We haven't seen each other in a week less talk to each other, he's not trying anything, maybe he was lost or-"
"Yeah, right, lost." Jirou rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"I know the guy better than you two, and I think that Jirou is more on the correct side than you," Kaminari mumbled.
"Thank you!" Jirou stated, hoping off the bed.
"I think you're both wrong. He's not behaving in a way that's unnatural for him, he's just being obnoxious because what I said to him the other day, he's gonna leave me alone in a couple of weeks and move on to the next" you grabbed your jacket from the hanger and pointed to the door to get them going.
"You're basically saying that he's in fact following you." Kaminari dropped one of his heavy hands in your shoulder to keep you steady on the way to the party.
"She just proved my point without even meaning it." Jirou winked at you while you shook your head.
...
The lights inside the house were faint, a dim glow of absence in the middle of a considerable amount of bodies dancing at the rhythm of the music that was blasting through the speakers.
Jirou and Kaminari were the first ones to get lost inside the crowd, and it was perfectly fine for you. You weren't the kind of friends that were attached to the hip all the time. You respected each other spaces and you knew that eventually, you would find them slightly drunk, and you would hang with them again.
The party was situated inside of someone's home. A person you clearly didn't know. At that point, seeing nothing but unfamiliar faces, you started to doubt that Kaminari knew the owner of the house too.
You poured a transparent liquor in a red cup. You knew that you said earlier that you weren't going to drink, but just a drink won't hurt you.
You were looking at everything, trying to spot someone familiar or a thing to do. You wouldn't consider yourself socially awkward. In fact, people always found you easy to talk to, but you didn't make the first move. Between hi's and hey's, you recognized the characteristically two color bush of hair.
Todoroki was for you, an acquaintance. You knew him for a few classes. He always greeted you back when you raised your hand at him saying hi, but there was always something more. He was handsome and quiet, the mysterious pretty boy full of secrets that every girl wants to conquer. You weren't sure if you were one of them or if it was his vibe and mismatched eyes that always lit a little sparkle inside of you, tingling in your stomach with curiosity.
Well, you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat. Your only job was maintaining the cat alive, so for the sake of that...
"Hey," he said when he saw you approaching.
"Hi," you elevated your voice because of the music. He mimicked that he didn't hear you because of the speakers, so you leaned a little to his side. "Sorry, I didn't know you were into this"
The music, the flashing colored lights, the high pitch of voices from people trying to talk to each other. You included.
"It's friday night. What else can I do?" He shrugged hiding himself a little.
He was still a ball of cotton.
After everything that happened after the war, everyone evolved into a new facet of themselves, forming new angles, new emotions, and new personalities trying to rationale the traumas of the past into something positive.
He suffered a lot, and the fact that his suffering was being broadcast and watched by everyone in the world hurt a thousand times more. He lost all his privacy and the right to deal with the sorrow in his own way without staying in the public eye.
"I can relate to that." You sipped your liquor and scrunched your nose a little. "What are you drinking?" You glanced to his cup, but it seemed to only have water inside.
"It's vodka," he swung the cup in his hand and then gulped all the content down his throat in one go.
"It was vodka," you stated, quirking a brow. That was unexpected. And sexy. "Take mine, I don't like plain vodka"
You gave him your cup, and he accepted without second guesses.
"Do you want me to make you a drink?" He said.
It was subtle. There was no hint of flirtatious intentions. He was soft and friendly but unintentionally.
"Do you know how to make drinks?" You were surprised by his confidence. You doubted your capacities daily, so it was uncommon for you seeing this kind of demeanor, let alone in him. You were projecting.
"Yeah, there's this barman who always appears on my for you page"
He didn't laugh when he said the most mundane thing on the world, so you didn't laugh either.
"Sure, show me what you got"
You followed through the people, and in a moment where everyone was stuck like glue with everybody he grabbed you by your wrist to not lose you.
His fingers were warm, so you could bet it was his left hand. You wouldn't lie to yourself. The pads of his fingers carresing your pulse point in a firm, but soft grip made your cheeks turn red, but there was no chill in your spine or butterflies in your stomach. It was pure tenderness.
Once in the kitchen, the sound of the music lowered a little because of the close doors and the panels of ceramics doing their jobs, preventing the outside.
He moved through the kitchen, hesitating every step he took.
"What do you have in mind?" You leaned in the counter, forgetting you were wearing a slutty top that propelled your boobs almost to you neck.
He side eyed you, and after a peak to your neckline, he became more clumsy.
Your boobs were firm. They weren't big, but they weren't small. Your ex-boyfriends or past flings had always said to you that they were perfect. You knew that tits were tits for them, and the mere concept of boobs was attractive for every straight man.
Lifting your hand without making much fuzz over it, you pulled the top covering the skin.
"I-I," he stuttered, opening and closing a few drawers. He cleared his throat, regaining his confidence again, and showed you a couple of lemons. "Kaminari said once that your favorite drink was Cosmopolitans"
You were surprised by two things. The first was Kaminari talking about you. You needed the context of that conversation, the why, the who, and the how. The second thing was him remembering that unimportant fact about someone who didn't even talk to.
"Yeah," you came back from your stunishment.
Completely, contrary to how he moved in the kitchen fetching all the ingredients, he showed that he was a total expert making drinks, or at least he was good pretending to know how to make them. He used his hands graciously to pour all the things into a shaker he found, and then he poured the most delicated drink you ever saw.
You were used to Kaminari and Jirou mixing all the ingredients stirring them with a straw but that was different.
"Here you go"
The glamor ended when the drink touched the red cup, but we are going to skip that detail.
In your mind, you cursed yourself from the past, the one that swore that would never drink again because after sipping just a drop of that elixir, you couldn't help but want more.
"You shouldn't be moaning like that in front of everybody"
His gruff voice coming from behind made all the hairs in the nape of your neck react.
Of course, the only one that could ruin the perfect moment with the perfect drink and the perfect company was nothing more and nothing less than Bakugo Katsuki himself.
Oh, beloved earth, could it please swallow you already?
...
Bakugo meshed well because of his friends. They were talkative enough to supply the lack of social rudeness of him.
After they arrived at the party, he planted himself in a giant group of men playing beer pong. He played a few rounds and then got bored because everyone was wasted, and for him, it was no fun watching them stumble and laughing at the most stupid things.
His friend helped a little with that. They were talking with Sato and Shoji about some game and some fighting techniques that Bakugo was more than pleased to show interest and even help them with their doubts.
They engaged in a conversation that evolved to many topics that he actually enjoyed. He was fully focused on them when a glance of the color of your hair and the characteristically smile of you dragged all his attention out of the group.
You were wearing just a top and a tiny skirt with black boots that made him want to be stomped on.
Bakugo excused himself of the group. His friends were too busy to realize what was happening and why he was so exalted.
You weren't alone.
You were following that half n' half shithead.
He was the opposite of idiot. He knew how to play his game and how to act when he was committed to spying on someone. He observed from the slight opening between the frame and the door how Todoroki reacted to your presence and vice-versa.
He had a great view of your ass in that skirt. You were leaning on the counter with your ass popping up, and he could notice that Todoroki had a nice peak of your tits. He saw you covering yourself quietly after he became the stupidest person of all times acting distracted and awkward.
"Fucking icyhot," he thought.
Bakugo needed to do something quick, and for one moment, his lack of reasoning won over his structure and square shaped mind.
After that one sentence that drew your attention completely, he saw the change in your posture, the way your smile faded, and how suddenly all your muscles were rigid against every part of your skin that you were showing because of your outfit choice.
He felt intrigued because of the sudden change of your demeanor in response to his presence, and he also felt satisfied with that.
"Oh dear," you sighed, turning around to face him. He never showed any particular emotion, but this time, he couldn't hide the little smirk that appeared on his lips.
"I never expected to see you here," he continued.
You were about to answer when you realized that it wasn't directed to you. He was talking to Todoroki, ignoring your presence in front of him.
"Yeah, I'm not a fan of this kinda stuff," Todoroki said impassive.
"I can notice that," he said with superiority and because of the silence he added. "So what's going on in here? Are you having a little party for yourselves?"
Bakugo knew very well how to play the who can be more annoying game. In a matter of competition, he always won. This wasn't an exception.
"Todoroki was making me a drink, and that's all, now if you excuse us -" you said, opening your eyes and directing them to the door so he could read the room.
"Cool, what'cha drinking?" He didn't wait for your answer and grabbed the drink that you left in the counter taking a giant sip.
The tension in the room was palpable, and you were dying of embarrassment. The booze in your system was not the sufficient amount to get you through what was happening. You wanted to die.
"That's a little too acid for me, but it's good, sure you did a great job"
The way he was saying things was taking you to the verge of lightning him up with your quirk. You looked at Todoroki. He was more than used to weird interactions, but he was looking at Bakugo in a way you couldn't decipher.
"I have an early training at my dad's agency tomorrow, I have to go." Todoroki voice was plain, but when he looked at you, you could see the pity in his eyes. "Maybe next time"
Your entire body was saying sorry, but the words never got to your mouth. You only nodded. He was a good guy and someone that you were actually interested in getting to know, but there was the other bastard ruining everything again.
Both of you saw Todoroki leaving the kitchen, and if someone was looking at the scene from outside, they could've seen how Bakugo puffed out his chest and how the pure rage invaded your body.
"Look what you just did!" You smacked his bicep, and he smirked wider, making you regret smacking him so lightly.
"What? He was totally shitting on himself with you here. I saved his ass. " he pointed towards the door that was still moving with the tandem of Todoroki storming out. "I bet he wouldn't have made it to the second base with you"
"Jeez, that's for me to decide," you whined like a little girl.
"I just did what I had to do"
"Oh my god, what's gotten into you lately?" The bravery made only by the alcohol in your system took control of yourself. "You've been following me and riling me up just for the fun of it. It's been a fucking week I thought that what happened between you and me was more than over, what do you want from me?"
Just as the booze took over your system, Bakugo had his own little thing commanding his decisions. He wasn't sure of what it was.
"I want us to be friends"
You were taken by surprise.
He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't do friends, he didn't need a friend, he had enough but you, what was the deal with you? He found exhausting the feeling of you feeling repulsed by him, the avoidance game that you played very well.
Damn he felt intrigued by your lack of excitement when it came to him. Excitement? The euphoria that tagged along with having the experience with him, people talked about his stamina in bed very often, and that was the clear answer in his head. Was he good enough? Yeah, he was, but it seemed that he wasn't enough for you.
He always knew that his attitude was bad and people loathed him because of it, and it was alright for him. He could definitely still live knowing that. It made sense, at least, hating him for something bad like his demeanor...but sex? He thought he was one of the dudes that the girls wanted more of, the type of guy that the girls will speak of with their friends, the type of guy that would be top tier in a chick's list, well, that really happened before, many times, but what was the problem with you? Why did everyone else he sleep with do that but not you?
He didn't expect the sudden feelings that came along with the concept of you.
Rage. He remained calm in the most stressful situations, but you, with the snap of your fingers and your smart mouth, did everything to put his world upside down, and that wasn't fair for him.
Jealousy. Seeing you flirting, talking with other people when the number of times he had ever spoken to you were almost close to zero than to ten.
Even dependency. He wanted to be close to you so much.
And...confusion, why? why was he feeling so out of control out of nothing?
That's how it felt being pussy whipped?
"Friends?" You snapped him out of his senses.
"Yeah, friends is a word that means -"
"I know what friends are, you stupid asshole." You rolled your eyes at him who was still standing there with superiority after destroying your moment with Todoroki.
"So?" He urged. He was calm even when his mind was racing at the possibility of you saying no.
"What's in for you?" You were suspicious. You knew very well the closed circle of friends he had, only four at best.
"Nothing, I found you not a total waste of space," he said nonchalantly. If you were expecting him to shower you with compliments, you were wrong.
You knew how he was. Always believing he was the best, that his position in the world was above the others, how he called 'extras' the people that were surrounding him but not fulfilling his expectations or even near his expectations, well, if he had one because most of the time people weren't worth his time.
You were exactly the opposite of him. You never had the need to test people out. You never had the need to prove yourself against others. You lived your life day by day, almost unnoticed. You needed to be smarter than him.
"Fine," you conceded. "But, there's one condition"
He scoffed, clearly enjoying and making fun of you for thinking you had the position on making conditions.
"We are not fucking again"
You drew the line.
You've had your friends with benefits before because you knew them. Bakugo was a completely different scenario for you.
He wouldn't lie. He, in his men mind, thought that maybe offering his friendship to you would be the easiest way to get inside your panties. You were not just a pretty face. You had brains.
"Sure, you don't see me fucking with raccoon eyes" he rolled his eyes pretending to be offended.
"Then we have a deal." You smiled tensely at him. He extended his hand for you to take it. "That's how you normally make friends? Like you are selling something?"
"Shake the damn hand"
He used the opportunity of you closing your hand in his to pull you closer to him, stumbling against his broad chest.
You looked at him squirming your eyes, waiting patiently for the moment he decided to fuck everything up. He looked closely at your face, the smuged marks of your eyeliner under the corner of your eyes, the way your lashes curled up and marked more the shape of your eye. He was perplexed by your beauty.
"You left some hair on my pillow, " he said with his voice hoarse, tugging a string of your hair behind your ear.
"We said friends, didn't we?" You smacked his hand far away from near you and he smirked.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know how long this is going to last"
"What do you mean?" You asked, taking the remaining amount of drink in your cup.
"Don't get me wrong. Im a man of my word, but I don't know if you would be able to keep up with our promise"
You laughed at him. You've seen the man naked. You had him on top of you. You didn't need anything from him.
If he wanted a challenge, you would be more than happy to comply.
"Yeah, of course," you scoffed, "I have so little control of myself that I won't be able to keep my hands to myself."
The tone in your sarcasm was rich. He found it amusing.
"Laugh all you want, but I'm not going to be the one suffering because of this dumb decision of keeping us as only friends"
The seriousness on his voice sent a chill up and down through your spine.
"You are so full of yourself." You laughed again, but this time, it was a nervous laugh.
He put his hands up in redemption while walking backward toward the door and then left you all alone in the kitchen with your thoughts.
Was he drunk, too?
He was, only ten minutes after you accepted on being his friend, in fact, suffering because of your quick answer and condition to not mess with each other. He needed strategy, thinking logically to make you make the first move with him.
He didn't know what was the thing responsible for him being so stubborn when it came to you. He didn't know if it was like those occasions when you became obsessed with the things that were out of your reach. The negative of you about being even near him again. He didn't understand a thing about what was going on. But he did know that he was Bakugo Katsuki, and when he had something - someone in this case - in mind, he didn't give up until he had it in his hands.
(Not proofread yet)
End note: I'm working late cause I'm a writer. I tried to make it longer because I made you wait a week for it, so enjoy! Todoroki making us our favorite drink? We know that since he discovered youtube shorts and reels (not tiktok because he is half boomer and socially awkward) he's been stuck with watching short videos every day, cocktail videos and house projects are his favorite, I have no doubt about that.
A penny for your thoughts about this (not really but express yourself)
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I feel like over the past week and a half, I have been any given one of the trio in this ficlet. So yeah, I'm projecting onto my blorbos. Enjoy!
Eddie can sense Steve isn't in bed when he blinks awake. It's still dark out and the apartment is freezing. Well, Eddie is freezing without the furnace-like warmth of his boyfriend curled into his side.
He looks over at Steve's nightstand to find that the alarm clock only reads a little past 3am and that's when he begins to panic. It's nowhere near time for Steve's early morning run, nor is it a reasonable enough hour that he might be pottering about in the living room.
So, Eddie hops out of bed and is immediately hit by the winter chill of the two-bed apartment he and Steve share with Robin.
He shivers as he walks into the hallway, where he finds the apartment still shrouded in an icy darkness. He chances a peek into Robin's room, where he finds his housemate sound asleep and snoring, lying in the middle of her bed and certainly without the company of her best friend.
Steve has nightmares â hell, the three of them do. But Steve usually ends up with Robin if the situation arises.
Eddie continues on, now tucking his hands under his armpits, hugging himself as he dips his chin into the loosened neck-hole of his oversized sweater â a maroon-coloured former Harrington Classic.
He tiptoes along so as not to disturb Robin, almost sliding his socks along the floorboards as he makes his way into the living area, his path illuminated by outside street lamps.
Eddie tsks under his breath when he comes across Steve, curled in on himself as he lays soundly asleep on the couch, his nail bat close by on the floor.
Steve hums, or more shivers â visibly freezing as he sleeps in nothing more than an old pair of gym shorts whose material Eddie suspects might evaporate the next time they find themselves in one of the building's shoddy washing machines.
He sits by his boyfriend's side and places a hand on Steve's shoulder, desperate to stir him enough to coax him back to bed, but not spook him entirely.
"Sweetheart," he stage-whispers as Steve grumbles.
"Hmm?" he murmurs before startling awake. His eyes snap to attention and he looks up at Eddie as he speaks full volume, his voice groggy, "I heard a noise."
Steve rubs at his arms, the iciness of their surroundings hitting him now that he is (at least, partially) conscious.
"Love, I need you to come back to bed, it's freezing out here."
"But, I heard a noise," Steve whines, sitting up now.
Eddie can't help it, he presses his palm to Steve's cheek and his heart skips a beat at just how cold he feels.
"Shit," he curses and loops his arm around Steve's middle, commanding, "Bed, now."
Steve grumbles, but complies, lazily reaching for his bat before they both stand up as one. Eddie takes his boyfriend's weight, the bat dragging along by Steve's side as they shuffle back towards their bedroom.
Steve shivers and continues mumbling something about the noise he heard. And Eddie can't tell if it was an actual noise or something heard in that strange (and admittedly, scary) space between wake and sleep. Whatever it is, Steve seems both frightened and stubborn all in one.
He shudders again and Eddie can't bring himself to bite his tongue any longer.
"Baby, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
Typically, he'd be all over Steve in such a state of undress â with all that hair and muscle. But right now, his arms are peppered with goosebumps and his eyes are starting to droop with every step.
"Got hot before," Steve explains, weary.
They pass by Robin's bedroom and the door opens fully, revealing a duvet-covered mass and in the darkness, Eddie can still spot a frown.
"What's going on?" she asks, voice like gravel but nonetheless worried.
"I heard a noise, Robbie."
His tone pains Eddie from his heart down to his gut and the same must happen to Robin too because, in an instant, she retreats to her room in haste.
Eddie continues on to his and Steve's bedroom and gently lowers Steve onto the edge of the bed before he takes the baseball bat. He makes a show of rolling it back under the bed but Steve isn't watching. Instead, his boyfriend is looking over at Robin, who has reappeared, cradling a handful of items and hunching her shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep some kind of hold on her blanket.
Eddie flicks on the bedside lamp and crosses her as he heads off in search of a sweater. He rifles through a drawer and listens on to what sounds like Robin crowding the nightstand with her stuff before she swishes about the excess bedding. Steve whines and Eddie turns back to find Robin with her arm around her best friend.
"Alright," Eddie says, holding out a navy sweater, "Time for bed."
He gestures for Steve to lift his arms up and he complies. It takes a moment, but Eddie wrestles the near-dead weight of Steve into a cozy sweater before he lifts his legs to help him into bed.
"In the middle, Dingus," Robin instructs, "And don't snore."
"How about, you don't fart," Steve quips, shuffling into the middle nonetheless.
There's a bitchy lilt to Steve's voice that has Eddie relaxing a little. He rolls his eyes, thinking the pair burrowing under the covers will probably bicker on. But honestly, he'd prefer that to the balled-up, half-naked, scared Steve he found out in the living room.
Eddie exchanges a glance with Robin before she reaches for the nightstand and grabs a hot water bottle, her Walkman, a notepad and a pencil.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eddie grouses, rounding his side of the bed â thankful to slip back under the covers.
But he pauses mid-way, distracted now as Robin juggles with her wears.
"I need my things," she grumbles as she places the hot water bottle on her stomach and dry sobs, "Oh no, it has gone cold!"
Steve rolls his eyes in Robin's direction, more sleepily than annoyed.
"Eddie, go get some hot water," he mumble-commands, turning to snuggle in close to his best friend.
"What?"
"Eddie..."
"Fine," he reaches for the hot water bottle and snatches it from Robin's grasp.
Eddie thinks he must love his boyfriend a lot, considering how he freezes his ass off to a doubled-over, teeth-chattering level in the several minutes it takes for their stupid kettle to warm up. And by the time he gets back to the bedroom, Robin is quietly snoring with Steve tucked into her side, the two of them forming a single hair-filled mass of platonic soulmatedness.
Eddie tucks the hot water bottle under Robin's covers as best he can and resumes his spot, giggling at the thought of the inevitable drool that is going to make its way into Steve's hair at some point. He snuggles in behind Steve, forming a cocoon around him and his boyfriend snuffles at the touch.
"It's okay, Stevie," he says, kissing him just behind the ear, "Get some sleep. Don't think about the noise. You're safe here with me and Rob."
"What about my ba â"
"It's back under the bed, sweetheart," Steve hums at that, relaxing against him, "We'll figure out the noise in the morning, I promise."
"'Kay," Steve breathes more than speaks as sleep overcomes him, "Love... you."
"I won't let anything hurt you, Steve," Eddie says, hugging him tight.
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The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU)
NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: mentions of masturbation WC: 3.4k AN: hello darlings!! another anakin x reader longer fic coming your way!! lmk what you think, and asks/requests are always open!
[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6
Chapter 1: Soldering
The moment the competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the department. As soon as he heard about it at the thesis info session of your senior year, his eyes found you in the crowd, because he knew you're his biggest rival, and you're coming for him. He was surprised to find you were looking at him, based on the way his eyes widened, and you found a shocking amount of satisfaction in it. The top prize was 10k and a job at Boeing, after all. The more you surprised him, the more likely you were to catch him off-guard. Not that you would sabotage his work, that was just unseemly conduct for a senior at Coruscant U, but you'd encourage his sloppiness.
The instant after the presentation finished, you rushed to the lab. The thesis lab adjoined the regular makerspace in a continuation of the glass walls and sleek design of the rest of the engineering building. You'd spent the end of your junior year there, when you'd had to submit your thesis proposal (A Novel Method for Glaucoma Detection Utilizing Machine Learning and Mass-Producible Hardware). Anakin was always there too, which made the space just a little more annoying, with the loud music blasting out of his headphones and the hair-raising racket of the band saw.
Last year, you'd decided to admit to yourself, despite your best efforts since you had met him, that okay, Anakin Skywalker was hot. Like, horrendously hot. He was a looker no matter what he did, with those blue puppy dog eyes, full lips, and his gorgeous chestnut hair, which looked so soft that you had wondered on multiple occasions what it would be like to touch it. And, being captain of the university taekwondo team, he was muscular as all get-out. You'd catch a peek at his calves and ass on hot days when he wore shorts, and his biceps and shoulders were almost always flexed in the lab when he was sawing something or bent over the soldering station. One time, he wore grey sweatpants, and you had to literally tear your eyes away. But it wasn't just those features that made him hot. It was, unfortunately, him as a person. The confidence with which he sauntered through the building. His mischievous smile that he'd cast you in group projects, or the clench of his jaw as he wired something finicky. Your roommate, Ahsoka, a junior and also his vice-captain, told you that, oh yeah, he was also really good with younger team members. That he taught kids in the nearby school once a week, too, even though he had such a busy schedule. Wasn't that just sweet.
He wasn't that kind to you. Another thing that made him hot, unfortunately, was his brain, and his wit. He was kind of smart, okay, very smart, and that might make him the one thing standing in your way this year. Anakin also never shied away from a biting comment at you, usually about how if you had done it correctly, you wouldn't have an issue with some wiring. Unfortunately, he was usually right, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of telling him that.
Your rivalry started in freshman year, when your physics professor would choose the best student's homework and post it to the class as an example. You were sure you'd be chosen--your first homework was perfect--but then you saw his name. Anakin Skywalker. The next week, you beat him, but then he came out on top immediately after. And so it went. Always fighting for the top spot, to see who could outdo the other. Now, the department was just paying you to do it.
You were in the lab right after the "Senior Thesis Information Session" presentation, using the few minutes you had before your thermodynamics class to tinker with the 3D print that had just finished. Then, the door slid open with the beep of an ID card. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Anakin. Only he would be insane enough to work on day 1 of the semester. Him, and you.
"So you're seriously competing for this, huh?" He asked, watching you sand off some rough edges off the plastic. His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness. He was sizing up the competition.
"Yup. And I'm gonna blow you out of the water," you said self-assuredly. Your project was too good not to win. Anakin barked out a laugh.
"Sure. Right. We'll see about that," he remarked. His voice was dripping with smugness, just like usual with you. You just rolled your eyes. It wasn't worth it to waste time verbally sparring with him, you had better things to do. Like thermo. So you pushed out of your chair, leaving the print on the shelf that had your name laser cut into wood (a gift you had made yourself after your junior thesis proposal got an A), and heading to Lecture Hall 3.56B. Anakin was, of course, heading there too. You were in lockstep, as always. However, he refused to walk there with you, so he waited precisely enough for you to close the door before he left too.
And so, the first three months of the semester passed in relative peace between the two of you. There was only a handful of people who used the thesis room, and you were the only ones there consistently. It helped because safety regulations meant you had to have a buddy in the room to use any of the really useful machines, so you sometimes found yourself pleased to see him. It meant you could get work done. At night, the engineering building was fifteen minutes away from the dorms where you both lived--in the same building, which vexed you to no end when you saw him in the dining hall--so you both had to make the walk home late at night through the city. Oftentimes, you ended up walking home at the same time. It would be wrong to call it walking together, because that would imply you were near each other, or in each other's company, which would be plain wrong. You were always as far as possible on the sidewalk, and oftentimes you two would end up speedwalking home, not allowing the other person to be faster. Was it childish? Maybe. Did you feel a rush of joy every single time you hit the door to your building before him? Definitely.
In November, as the biting cold chilled the air, you found yourself done before him. All your current tasks were done, and you had to wait for a print to finish before you could keep going, plus he wasn't using any machines that needed a buddy, according to lab rules. It had been a long day, and you'd barely dragged your bones into the lab, let alone through all that work.
"Hang on," his voice called from across the space. He was at the soldering station in his safety glasses, bent over some chip.
"What?" Why couldn't you just go home? To your beautiful bed?
"I don't feel good about you walking home alone, so can you just wait for, like, three more seconds?" He wasn't even looking at you as he said it, instead he was pressing the soldering iron to some metal. You scoffed. Like you were so frail you couldn't walk fifteen minutes on your own.
"Are you serious? Do you think I'm vulnerable because, what, I have a vagina? I've taken self-defense classes, thank you very much." Your tone was poisonous, and you tried to infuse every drop of venom you had in you at his stupid idea. Anakin finally looked up from the bench, turning the iron off and cleaning it in the steel wool, catching your eyes with an angry glare.
"No, dumbass. You're just less likely to get robbed in this part of town if you're not alone. But do what you want, I guess. Have fun getting all your valuables taken!" He shrugged sardonically and turned off the vent fan above him. Anakin was right, it killed you to admit. You didn't exactly feel safe walking home at 3am through this part of town. There were enough reports of students getting hurt. So you planted yourself in your chair and waited. When he saw you, a smug smile grew on his face. Asshole.
"C'mon, let's go home," he said nonchalantly once he'd shut down and locked the woodworking room and the laser cutters. As you walked home, this time at a comfortable pace and with his headphones off, you realized it was almost nice, peaceful to be with him like this. The night was still, not a single thing moving in the dark of the night. You passed the corner store, its graffiti-covered grate down at night, then the Vietnamese restaurant you loved, dark and empty. There was no one on the planet but the two of you at that moment. Much to your chagrin, you didn't mind it at that moment. Anakin looked even more ethereal in the moonlight, lighting up the light parts of his hair a silvery white and casting shadows all over his face. He really was handsome, you admitted reluctantly. When you got home, he wished you a good night, which he had never gone. You found the word escaping your lips out of habit. After that, your walking home at the same time turned into walking home together. On November the 8th, he asked you how you were doing. You told him you were good, your tone clipped. He echoed good into the quiet street, then you lapsed into silence. On the 10th, he asked if Ahsoka was feeling better. She had sprained her ankle at practice the previous day. You told him she was, and he said good again. On the 11th, he asked how your project was going, and, in a fit of weakness, you told him it wasn't great. That you were nervous about your first real test of the finished product, the one that would tell you if the past three months had been wasted or not. He told you that if anyone could do it, it would be you, and you spend the rest of the walk wondering where the insult buried inside the statement was hiding. Later that night, once you had tucked into bed, you realized there wasn't any insult at all, just genuine encouragement. For the next week, your walks were filled with slightly guarded conversation, sometimes about upcoming homework assignments, but sometimes about how the taekwondo team was doing, or if you thought Professor Yoda's ear hairs were a countable or uncountable infinity. But he was still an asshole.
About a week later, you were alone with Anakin in the lab around midnight, working on a piece of the lens, trying to get the refraction just right before the test run, when your phone buzzed. Midterm Grade Posted for PHYS 485: Thermodynamics. Your heart stopped. You had been hoping and praying that the number of hours you'd poured into your thesis wouldn't come back to bite you in terms of classwork, but now was the moment of truth. You opened the notification, then to the Canvas page, where you saw your grade. 38/100. Everything in the world stopped. How could you have fucked up that badly? Your eyes scanned over instructor comments. Average class grade: 40/100. Maximum grade: 49/100. Okay, okay. It would be curved up, and you'd probably get a B, but you were below average for the first time in your life. Fuck. Fuck. How could this happen? You glared at Anakin, who was screwing in a bolt to the metal scaffolding of his project. That motherfucker was probably the one who got 49. The thought made you so angry you bolted out of your chair and went to go grab the materials for your test. That motherfucker got everything. It wasn't fair.
You lined up the small device you made, plugged it into the port of your phone, and opened the corresponding software. Through the external lens, you scanned the two printed-out pictures of eyes, one with glaucoma and one without. You held your breath throughout the loading screen. Please, just let one thing go right. Please. Please. The little loading circle stopped. Both eyes were cleared of glaucoma. A false negative. Motherfucker. Three months of work, and for what? You'd never get the prize at this rate. You'd have to start from scratch. You slammed your fist onto the table in anger.
"Hey, there's hammers for that," Anakin called, teasing from the other side of the room. He looked up at you, mouth open to snark something else out, when he saw your eyes welling with tears.
"Woah, are you okay? What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" His voice was soft, warm. Anakin dropped the wrench he was holding on the table and half-jogged over to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the contact, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. It was kind of comforting, actually, but you were too upset to notice that.
"It's just, it's not working, and I've spent so much time and--" you trailed off.
"Don't cry, it's okay, we can fix it," he said with a shrug and a smile. Why was he smiling? God, was he actually pleased right now? Suddenly, your tears turned to anger, not at yourself or the system or the difficulty of your project, but at him.
"Like you're not happy about this. I bet you sabotaged it yourself," you spat out and shrugged his hand off your shoulder. He balked.
"Sabotage? Are you serious? I'd never do that." You stood up, incensed, and pointed a finger into his chest.
"Really? It sounds exactly like something you would do--remember in sophomore year when Barriss's robot mysteriously stopped working?" He half laughed, half scoffed, mouth dropping open, then snapped back with his voice raised.
"You've got to be kidding! Maybe if you paid two seconds of attention to your classmates or anyone around you, you'd know it was her wiring! The connections were bad!"
"Sure," your voice dripped with sarcasm as you scoffed at his insult, "And when you told her it served her right? You were so smug!" Your voice was rising. He ran a hand through his hair and bit out another laugh as he retorted.
"And if I was? Like you're not the queen of being smug in this department. 'Oh, my robot's better, Anakin. I got an A, Anakin.'" He raised his voice high, mocking you. His eyes were wild, furious.
"Me? Smug? Look in the mirror, asshole! Pretend all you want, but I know who you are. You can pretend to be oh-so-nice to everyone else, but I see you for what you really are. Just. A. Fucking. Asshole." You emphasized each word with a jab of your finger, getting closer to him each time. The tension between you was turning somehow--were you losing the argument? You couldn't tell.
"Oh yeah? You don't know a single thing about me," he gritted out, right up in your face, jaw flexing. His intense eyes bored into yours, flicking back and forth, and then they dropped down to glance at your lips.
You weren't sure which one of you moved first, but all you felt was his lips against yours and your hands fisting in his hair, which it turned out was as perfectly soft as you had imagined. Bastard. Anakin's kisses were hot, insistent against your mouth as you sloppily made out in the middle of the lab. His arms, warm and firm, circled your waist and pulled you to him while you tilted your heads this way and that to get closer. Your tongue swiped his lower lip, and he treated you to a surprised, low moan that you wanted to hear again and again until your ears bled. He got your hint, though, and started teasing your lips with his tongue until you opened your mouth just enough to touch your tongue to his. His arms tightened and pulled you against him so that you could feel his warmth from chest to thigh. The two of you were frantic, like if you got close enough, deep enough in each others' mouths, you'd figure out why you were doing this and why it felt so goddamn good. Your heart was pounding when his hands slipped lower and grabbed you under your ass.
"Jump," he whispered huskily after he reluctantly separated his mouth from yours. You hopped, and he used the hands under your thighs to lift you up and sit you on the lab table. Dutifully, you wrapped your legs around his hips, interlocking your ankles around his unfairly attractive ass, and kept your hands buried in his hair. Anakin was back on your lips immediately. He was sloppy and excited until you shifted your hips against him, and then he became electric against you, even hungrier than before. You were definitely feeling something underneath your hips, a lump. It hit you that he was hard, and that sent a bolt of lightning between your legs. You'd stared a little bit more than you cared to admit that time he'd worn gray sweatpants, and what you'd seen was now pressed against you. You drew in a shaky breath at that idea, and you realized that God, he smelled like metal from his soldering earlier and, underneath that, sandalwood and vanilla.
Sometime around the time his hips tilted forward into yours, a beep echoed through the empty lab. You both jumped apart, leaving you sitting on the table, and the noise continued. Beep beep beep. The insistent noise came from one of the 3D printers in the corner. Anakin's print was done.
The silence of the lab felt deafening as you both panted. What had you done? Making out with your enemy was completely against lab safety guidelines, for one, and your morals, for another. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, despite your misgivings, but you willed those wisps of excitement deep down into some mental box. This couldn't happen. If there was a single person on this campus you couldn't fuck, it was Anakin. Not only was he rude, but if you got too close, how would you navigate it when only one of you won? Most importantly, though, you had hated him for four years. And for good reason. (Though you couldn't remember exactly what it was, or think critically at all, in that moment.)
"We shouldn't do that again, Anakin." Your voice was small in the empty space. For a second, his face fell, but he pressed his lips into a thin line to disguise it.
"Definitely not. I--Sorry." And that was that.
You walked home in complete silence, stealing glances at one another in the dark night. When you got to the door of your dorm, you opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it. Better not. So why, once you separated, did you feel so sad? Why did you want to see him again, to feel that silky hair under your fingers in your bed? You laid awake until the early hours of the night, and told yourself that your fingers slipping inside the waistband of your pajamas wasn't about Anakin, you just hadn't gotten some in way too long. It wasn't about Anakin. Even though it was his mouth and chest and arms you thought about when you came on your fingers, it wasn't about him.
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