#👈🏻he exist and we have to deal with it

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slayyyyyyyyyyyy

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can i ask for nerdy y/n and jaehyun but this time it's y/n that denies jaehyun existence or their relationship 👉🏻👈🏻

[3:19pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: reader is a butt to jaehyun, blowjob (male receiving), dirty talk, facial

jaehyun slips away from his friends and makes his way over to you, his hands tucked away in his pockets. “hey, babe.” he whispers the last part.

he frowns a bit. “baby,” he nearly whines. “what?” you answer without taking your eyes off the book. “hi, i miss you.” he says, tilting his head.

“mhm, oh look. your friends are calling for you. that’s your que.” you say pushing the chair back and standing up, yanking your backpack off the ground and leaving the classroom.

you get bumped into from behind, a squeal following. “oh, my lord! you just talked to the jeong jaehyun! how did it feel?!” when you don’t reply to your friend, she smacks your shoulder.

“felt.. like nothing. he’s just a boy, no one special.” you shrug her arm off your shoulder.

it was lunchtime, kimchi and tofu soup.

you had gathered with your small friend group and sat at the table you guys always sat at.

you couldn’t eat cause you felt as if someone was burning their eyes into the back of your head.

“oh, my god!” you jump at the high pitched squeal coming from your friend. “the jeong jaehyun is staring at you, y/n!” she says pointing at the boy.

you turned your head slightly at the boy who softy grinned at you. his dimples deepening when seeing your pretty eyes and cheeks. it soon fades when you turn around with an eye roll.

“are you guys like.. a thing? he’s been eyefucking you all day.” you scrunched your face up. “no.”

nothing special. no one special. but he was so special.

gym time.

“team up!” the coach yells and then blows his whistle making you and the others go deaf.

you looked around and watched as everyone got into pairs. jaehyun would always pair up with you but this time he paired up with another girl. and then another. and another. and another.

ouch.

“hey stupid. let’s be a team— we don’t have a choice anyway.” you nod and join your friend with a laugh.

a simple game of kickball. divided into groups of four. two different teams going against each other and the other two going against each other.

“y/n, run! run!” the people around yell causing you to snap out of your thoughts of jaehyun and those girls around him. “shit.” you mumble, running to the next base only to trip and fall onto your knees.

“ah.. sss, shit.” you hiss, feeling the rocks and pebbles dig into your skin.

several people running over to your aid, it felt weird. no one ever noticed you.

everyone stops their games when hearing the whistle being blowed.

“stop! we have an injured student!” he announces waving an X with his arms. “y/n, are you okay?” he lowers himself down. “yes. i’m fine, Mr Lee.” you shake your head and try to get up but the scolds of students around you making you sit back down.

“—move— y/n?” you look ahead of you to see your boyfriend squatting down in front of you. “are you okay?” you don’t answer, ignoring him instead.

���guys, i’m fine. it’s not a big deal—?” the coach stands up. “someone take her to the infirmary, now.” he demands making jaehyun raise his hand.

“i will,” he turns back to you. “y/n—?” his eyes following you as you get lifted by another male student.

“yes, Mr lee.” the student nods and walks off with you in his arms.

so embarrassing.

school ended, thank god.

you were walking home, to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.

you sigh, entering the home and instantly bumping into a firm chest as you close the door. “jae, hi.” you toss your backpack on the floor.

“y/n.” he says firmly.

oh.

“yes, jae?” you attempt to walk past him but he gently pulls on your forearm and drags you back, slamming you back on the door.

you sigh and nod. “what’s wrong?” you ask sensing by his face and tone, his whole vibe. “what’s wrong?” he repeats your question but with an angry tone.

“well, for starters. i greeted you earlier in class and you completely ignored me.” you chew the inside of your cheek. “well, i said what?” he strickens a hand on your waist and yanks you closer to him.

“don’t talk smart, baby.” he warns. “i’m just telling the truth?” you shrug.

jaehyun chuckles softly. “hm, you and that smart ass mouth, baby. it can really get you into some trouble— like now.” you lift and eyebrow.

“oh, really?” he starts getting impatient with your smart mouth.

“get on your knees.” with a daring smirk, you slowly sink down on your knees, holding his thighs as support. “yes.. sir..” you say slowly in a sultry voice.

he almost breaks character when seeing your pretty eyes. “unbuckle my belt— and just my belt.” he adds the next part knowing you’d do more.

slowly, you undo his belt, unhooking it and sliding it out from his slots.

you drop your hands down onto your lap, following his order. “good slut.. good slut.” he coos, pushing his pants down and slowly freeing his cock from his black briefs.

his pretty cock. his pretty pink cock, leaking precum with veins popping and showing.

he grabs his cock and hisses softly. “want your cock, please.” jaehyun tuts. “you’ll get it when i give it to you.” you pout a bit.

jaehyun takes his cock and lightly slaps your cheek with it. “look at this little whore getting her face slapped with my fat cock.” he says pushing his lips out.

you jut your lip more out when he slaps his cock on your lips. “say ah.” he says dragging his cock along your lips and to your chin. “yes sir.” you open wide with your tongue stuck out.

teasingly, he pushes the tip of his cock in your mouth and then pulls out. he tuts at your greediness.

“such a greedy cockslut. hungry for my cock?” he asks dragging his cock on your lips again. “so hungry.. been thinking about it all day.” he bites his lips and strokes himself.

“suck.” he says holding his cock by the base.

you sit up on your knees and take ahold of his cock. you giggle, biting your bottom lip, and wrapping your mouth around his cock.

“mmm..” you moan, his sweet cock melting in your mouth and on your tongue. “that’s right, baby. just keep sucking my cock— fuck.” he sighs and throws his head back a bit when feeling you take him fully down your throat.

he slams his hand on the door with groans when you bob your head at a rapid pace. “fuck, baby. you’re doing so well.” he hisses through his teeth while brushing your hair back.

you pull off, popping off his tip and then stroking him at a fast pace. jaehyun grins down at you as you press small pecks on his tip before taking him again.

drooling all over on his cock and swallowing his cock down your throat. “so good.. so good, baby.” he groans, grabbing your hair and putting it in a ponytail.

your eyes prickling with hot tears as you gag around his cock. “shit—?!” jaehyun pulls himself away from you and jerks himself until he’s cumming all over your face.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he sighs, seeing your now dirty glasses covered in his white cum.

he pulls you up and wipes a stroke of his cum off your cheek, licking it and then scrunching his face up. “ew, salty.” he laughs. “how can you swallow that?” you laugh this time, wiping some onto your finger and then onto your tongue.

“yummy.” you say smacking your lips together and teasing jaehyun.

he shivers at the action. “i’m hard again.”

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a different anon here... 119 for afohiko? 😳👉🏻👈🏻

… That’s four afohiko prompts for three nanahiko prompts. Congratulations to the anons for combining forces to outnumber @thisauthorisscreaming’s, gyahaha. I got a little off-track, though. It’s more of a plotty AU bit than lemon. ; m;

119. "Greedy doesn't begin to describe me." | afohiko, in an AU where the fae (yousei/yōsei) exist just a step to the left of the canon world. Sorahiko is the Lord of the Yamanashi Yousei; AFO, finding his brother dead and the 'culprits' gone, nearly tears his network apart trying to find a solution. He also ends up usurping and marrying Sorahiko. \o/ | wc: ~780

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“What more do you want?” Torino demands, acidly. The Lord of the Yamanashi Yousei kneels before Hisashi, having been dethroned and tricked out of his castle, but he still possesses dignity and that grounded, sober personality that marked him so differently from the other yousei Hisashi sought to revive his brother. It itches at Hisashi to see Torino without the trappings of his earlier finery.

Hisashi observes Torino’s growing ire without comment. The world is not yet in the palm of his hand; he had to pause the cultivation of his network after losing Yoichi, and knowing now that there is a third dimension to master - Hisashi finds himself in need of a guide.

“You have my home,” seethes the silver-haired yousei. “You have command of my lands. What else?”

“Hm,” he hums. “Where would Torino-kun go in his exile?” Torino bares his teeth in a fierce scowl, but the daggers of his glare are hardly anything to Hisashi, who moves on without giving Torino space to answer. “I saw no one else who bore your favor, Torino-kun. It makes me think that you have neither ally nor lover.”

Torino twitches. His snarl falters. “... Speak clearly.”

“You are my benefactor,” Hisashi says, modest. “I have been your only human supplicant in recent history. And now our roles are reversed.”

“I haven’t asked anything of you.”

He needs to tread carefully here. Torino is, as Hisashi’s discovered, flighty in the face of seduction. It’s how Hisashi tricked him into surrendering his seat, after Yoichi had gasped back to life and, so dazed, didn’t denounce his older brother to the (flatteringly) smitten yousei Lord.

Slow and deliberate, Hisashi rises from the throne. They are the only two individuals occupying the ground floor of the central residence; Yoichi is recovering in an upper level, guarded by one of Hisashi’s loyalists.

It’s much nicer than a vault. Yoichi had better appreciate it.

Torino narrows his pale brown eyes at the approach, but he doesn’t flinch away. He doesn’t even rear back as Hisashi steps in front of him, though his head tilts up to maintain eye contact. Hisashi provides a helping hand, holding Torino by the chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Would you tell me your name?”

Torino’s eyes widen at the brazen request.

“Would you consent to remain here?” he presses. “We are something akin to equals, you and I, but the roles we play do not instill us with the knowledge necessary to perform. Educate me on the Yousei Court, and I will gladly reciprocate.”

“... How?” the yousei asks, almost soundlessly.

“Marry me.”

A startled bark of laughter escapes Torino. “If you believe marriage is of equal value to lessons on how to navigate your new domain, then I shudder to think how you’ll treat my - your subjects. For all your pretty words, Shigaraki-dono, you cannot reconcile your culture with mine.”

“I’m capable of adapting,” says All for One. “Say yes, Torino-kun.”

“A human doesn’t outlive a yousei.”

“They tend not to survive outmaneuvering them, either. But look at us! Look at me.” Torino complies. Hisashi restrains himself from smiling too widely, but chances a light brush of his thumb against Torino’s mouth, finding delight in how it gives way at the slight pressure.

“You,” says Torino, then hesitates.

“No tricks, no contracts. No dealing on the side. I want you beside me, because together, my dear, we could take the world by storm.”

“The world,” he echoes. Torino lapses into silence for a few seconds; Hisashi whiles away the time by memorizing the feel of the yousei’s skin against his hand. He smooths his palm against Torino’s clean-shaven cheek, sliding it up from where it had cradled the square jaw. Torino shudders back into awareness and says, almost stunned, “It was just supposed to be about your brother.”

Hisashi’s eyebrows lift.

“First you wanted your brother back. Then you wanted my seat in the Yousei Court. Now you want me,” says Torino, “as some kind of bonus before taking on the world. Have you always been this greedy?”

“Greedy doesn’t begin to describe me,” Hisashi promises. He drops to a kneel in one smooth motion, and Torino watches with a conflicted expression. “Will you have me ask you again? Or shall I prove my desire for you?”

A sharp inhale. The slow creep of a blush. Torino tries to hold eye contact, but his gaze flickers to the side and back, again and again.

“Marry me, Torino-kun,” he says, and leans in, slow and deliberate, telegraphing his intention to kiss and feeling gratified at how Torino stutters, stiffens at the first slide of Hisashi’s mouth to his, and finally, finally groans, “Yes.”