#he's just having an innocent snooze. shh.

[letshearitforthebabyboy]

#he's just having an innocent snooze. shh.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GOODBYE KISS — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo, established relationships, morning cuddles wif toru <3, morning tantrums with toru too lol, ft. our fav: momjo !!

satoru’s head is on your chest as he snores softly—normally, you adore the feeling of him so close to you, but right now, it’s five minutes until your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm will go off. you’ve already hit snooze on the other six—how satoru’s slept through them all is a mystery to you.

you peer down at him, watching the way his lips are parted as soft breaths escape him in gentle sighs. his hair is messy over his forehead, and the sun makes his skin glow in that way only satoru could glow. you sigh, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and as if he feels the affection in his sleep, he hums a little while still unconscious.

too bad you’ll have to break this peace in just a moment.

and this is going to work out poorly—you already know that. if you move from under satoru, he’ll wake up. if he wakes up, he’ll realize you’re trying to leave. if he realizes you’re trying to leave, he’ll have a meltdown. if he has a meltdown, he’ll surely win and convince you to stay. if you stay, you’ll miss class and fall behind on the notes. if you fall behind on the notes, you’ll procrastinate on catching up. if you procrastinate on catching up, you’ll know absolutely nothing by the time the next exam rolls around. if you know nothing by the time the next exam rolls around, you’ll have multiple mental breakdowns and lose yourself to stress the night before as you cram all in one sitting.

simply put, your entire grade resides on the fact that satoru is currently sleeping on your chest, and he definitely won’t let you leave.

you try anyway—and just as you suspect, you fail.

“huh? wha—where are you going?” he groans, rubbing his eyes as he blinks them open. “wait a sec—baby no,” he whines.

“shh, toru, you’re dreaming,” you kiss his forehead, “i’m not actually leaving.”

“i’m not stupid!”

“shhh, your dream is tricking you,” you insist, “i’m still right under you.”

“you can’t gaslight me! i’m not falling for your tricks,” he huffs, “how gullible do you think i am?”

very, you want to say—but that would be a bad idea.

“you’re not stupid at all, toru,” you say sweetly, “you’re the smartest man i’ve ever met.”

“this is definitely not a dream because you’re even meaner to me in my dreams,” he raises a brow, “dream you would never be this nice.”

“what do you mean i’m mean in your dreams?” you gasp. you’re not mean to satoru—you wouldn’t have to yell at him if he just behaved half the time.

“they’re more like nightmares,” he huffs, “last one, you made me sleep outside. that was rude.”

“how could you dream me being a jerk?” you ask, offended—and before he can answer, your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm blares.

satoru glances down at your phone and stares for a moment—and then he flops back against his pillow as he whines miserably.

“don’t leave,” he begs, “please, just skip this one class for me? i get so cold in the mornings,” he pouts.

“then put a shirt on,” you sigh.

“i’ll be lonely!”

“not if i’m bullying you in your dreams, apparently.”

“baby, i can’t sleep without something to cuddle,” he tries again—that one almost makes you cave. you have to admit that cuddling isn’t something you enjoy passing on either, but class is important. more important than class is your sanity that you would like to keep intact instead of lose while cramming six chapters in one night.

“cuddle my pillow,” you sigh, “satoru, please. i’m already late.”

“just this once, okay? i won’t ask again,” he says innocently, his eyes wide and pleading as they peer up at you.

“you said that last time.”

“last time i crossed my fingers,” he winks, “so it didn’t count. so now you have to—”

“goodbye, satoru,” you mumble.

he slumps in defeat, grumbling under his breath before rolling over to turn his back to you petulantly. you sigh, rolling your eyes—though fondly, before you head to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.

by the time you’re out, satoru has fallen asleep again—you know it’s because he’s stayed up late again to play video games with suguru. because you don’t want to disturb him from his much needed sleep (and because you don’t want to risk waking up him and dealing with another tantrum), you decide to gently pull the blankets over his bare chest and skip the goodbye kiss.

it won’t be a big deal if he doesn’t get a kiss goodbye while he’s asleep, right? he won’t even be awake to notice.

evidently, you realize in the middle of class that you’re wrong. very wrong.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:32 AM

baby boy 💋:

you left without a goodbye kiss???????????

are you ignoring me????????????

baby

sweetheart

sunshine

angel

peaches

i know you’re reading this.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:41 AM

mrs. gojo ❤️:

please answer satoru. i really don’t want a headache today

this is very short and silly sorry. anyway rip momjo she deal with too much that boy is a handful

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[piecksz]

pillow talk | (m)

pairings: eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, non con, somnophilia, penetrative sex, masturbation, fingering, explicit language

words: 1.5k

summary: eren comes home and sees that you’ve fallen asleep, but now that he thinks about it, you look too pretty and innocent not to ruin

You stirred softly in your sleep once you heard the bathroom door close followed by the sound of running water, which must have meant that Eren was finally back from the gym.

He had promised he wouldn’t be gone long and would make it back in time for the movie night you’d planned, but once an hour passed and he still wasn’t home, you gathered that you and he had polar interpretations of the word quick. Eren was fortunate enough that when he managed to sneak in through the front door, you’d long decided that you were too drowsy to wait around for him, and it would be his responsibility to make amends for deserting you on a Friday night.

Eren did his best not to draw you from your sleep abruptly. He’d accidentally made that mistake once after dropping a plate on the kitchen floor in his endeavors to microwave food in the middle of the night. You’d been passed out in the living room, and the moment the dish collided with tile, you were up and seething, hurling a pillow over the couch and nailing him square in the face.

He quietly ambled over to your side of the bed and bent down to give you a kiss on the head, being gentle as to not wake you fully.

You murmured groggily, creasing your eyebrows when soft wisps of his long brown tresses tickled the tip of your nose as he pulled away. His hair was still wet.

You opened a sleepy eye, just partially, so you could see Eren while he hovered over the mattress.

From his torso up he was completely bare, the thin sheen of sweat layered over his skin evidence of his hot post-workout shower. His figure however, never ceased to stun you. You’d witnessed Eren without a shirt on multiple occasions, but you were always in a daze seeing his rugged physique, especially his strong torso. He used the gym as a way to cope with his stress, but you didn’t mind that you benefited from it too.

Eren’s bottom half was obscured by a towel, which sat low on his hips, and was secured only by his tight grip on it.

You would have been excited at the view, if you weren’t already so peeved at the fact that he’d stood you up.

“Hi baby,” he said casually, sifting through his clothes.

You said nothing, instead you closed your eyes and flipped over on your other side away from him. Besides the fact that you were half asleep and would much rather continue to snooze, you were aggravated at Eren’s oblivious nonchalance.

You only caught the last few words of his reply, something about how you didn’t “have to be like that”. The rest of his statement fell on deaf ears while you drifted back into your slumber.

While you were turned, Eren slipped on his sweatpants, forgoing a shirt since his displeased girlfriend had taken priority instead. He perched himself on the small space between your body and the edge of the bed before placing a warm hand on the curve of your waist.

“Y/N,” he said softly, with the intent to apologize. He couldn’t allow you to go to bed angry because chances were after you had a chance to sleep on his mistake, you’d have a plethora of choice words for him in the morning.

Your soft snoring substituted for a response, and Eren sighed, realizing that you were already fast asleep again, but that didn’t stop his indecent gaze from wandering down to where his palm rested against your abdomen, and even further down to your backside.

He took his bottom lip between his teeth, observing how your shorts had ridden up on your thighs and provided a perfect display of your butt’s pert curvature. Eren exhaled, trying to repress the vulgar ideas forcing themselves into his thoughts.

Eren wondered if it was absolutely necessary for you to sleep in that position. Your arms were wrapped around the pillow and duvet while you kept your bottom leg extended and the other bent with your knee up. You looked so innocent and demure, and for some reason, it made him want to ruin you.

His hand traveled over the bend of your hip and rested on your ass where he used a devious finger to pull up the elastic of your shorts. He began kneading the bare flesh gently, withstanding the urge to spank you like he usually enjoyed doing.

Eren shifted forward so he could easily slip his hand between your slightly parted thighs, allowing his fingers to travel blindly up the inside of your leg until they met your clothed pussy. He groaned silently, doing his best not to rouse you in the midst of his own pleasure.

He touched you lightly over the material of your shorts, increasing pressure when he moved to your clit, and holding his breath while you continued to slip in and out of sleep.

You could only partially process the feeling of Eren’s touch. You initially thought you were in the middle of a dream, inspired by the sight of your boyfriend before you’d fallen back asleep, but when you felt warm fingers push the fabric of your shorts aside, you had an inkling that it was more than just a vivid fantasy.  

You mumbled against the pillow, slowly rising out of your drowse, but you were discouraged by Eren’s voice by your ear.

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N,” he lulled. “Go back to sleep.”

Eren slipped two fingers between your folds and tried to swallow a guttural moan once he felt that you were already wet, meaning he could spend less time prepping, and more time playing with you.

He used his coated fingers to tease your clit and rubbed the sensitive bud softly, causing you to squirm in your sleep.

“That’s a good girl,” he coaxed. “Just relax.” He forced a finger into you, pumping in and out steadily, until he gradually added a second finger and stayed at a moderate pace.

Eren watched the way they slid in and out of you with ease, and felt his cock starting to strain painfully against the inside of his sweatpants. He put his free hand to use, sliding it past his waistband until it wrapped around his stiffening length.

He let out a string of profanities once he began pumping himself in his palm, moving his hand faster and faster until the aching dissolved into blissful satisfaction. His breathing began to quicken and grow heavier, and soon he was rolling his hips up against his hand, desperate to feel his own release.

Eren stopped once he felt his cock pulsate, and he knew he was close to cumming, but he was selfish and driven by his own want. He wanted to fill you up and watch as your tight hole leaked with his seed.

He thought about it twice, wondering how far he was willing to go with your sleeping body, but he figured he was on the edge of his climax anyway. He would be quick.

Eren crawled on top of the bed slowly, careful not to shake the mattress, and mounted his knees on either side of your legs. He tugged your shorts and underwear aside again, and slid himself in little by little until he stuffed you completely.

It was as if he’d forgotten about his pledge not to wake you, because a husky moan ripped through his throat, and he made no efforts to stop it. He was completely consumed by the sensation of your walls around him that he’d almost forgotten to move, but once he started rocking his hips back and forth, it was bliss.

Eren lolled his head back while he glided in and out of your hole, each slow ministration driving him closer to his climax.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, one hand on your hip and another on your ass to pin you down while he used you for his satisfaction. “This is your fault, look what you made me do.”

He felt his muscles tense and his cock twitch with the onset of his climax, forcing him to slow down his thrusts, but he still increased their vigor. Eren nudged himself nearer and nearer to the edge until he slumped forward once he felt his release, and a surge of hot cum filled your hole.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, using a hand to pull his hair up and out of his face so he could get a better view of your pussy overflowing with his essence.

Eren rode out his high, before pulling himself out of you and tapping his tip against your clit to make sure he was fully empty. He waited to catch his breath and come down from his shivering high before he returned his now soft cock to the confines of his pants.

“Look at you, Sleeping Beauty,” he murmured teasingly. He was relieved that you were still deep in sleep, lips parted just enough to let out a delicate snore. “You’re such a good girl.”

Eren reached over to sweep a tender hand over your cheek to your hairline as a gesture of praise, before he shuffled to the end of the mattress so he could get out of bed, still without disrupting your peace. He strolled into the bathroom to find something he could use to clean up your messy thighs while brainstorming just how he would explain this at breakfast the next morning.

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[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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A Star In Your Sky || JJK

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A Star In Your Sky [Jungkook]

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Genre - Dad!Jungkook; Angst; Sadness; Melancholy; Drabble:

Summary - Helpless as he was, 'what you didn't know couldn't hurt you'... it would have to do. There was nothing else he could do.

Warning - Angst; Sadness; Major Character Death;

Word Count - 1.7k

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Jungkook woke up with a start at the blaring alarm. 5am - his phone flashed in red numbers. Snoozing it, he left it back on the table.

The fog on the windows signifying a cold morning, the dreary grey clouds overcast, the edge of dawn.

Wiping the sleep out of his eyes he righted his shirt, pulling his sleeves over his cold hands, ruffling his hair as he stretched his limbs and swung them over the couch.

The cold hit his bare feet as he stood up and started his way down the hall, switching the lights on as he walked, to navigate his way to the room right next to his.

Door slightly ajar, he pushed on it, the slight creak a normal sound, a part of the surroundings, the many years behind the action of tuning it out.

His eyes fell past the threshold, items he knew by heart, colors he had committed to memory, the scent and the surroundings - his home.

The curtains in this room were purple, deep purple, the hue something akin to indigo, silver moons and stars shone at the catch of even the tiniest bit of light.

There were posters of cartoons, drawings in crayons and paints, a basket of toys in the corner of the room, and Cooky, the pink plush toy staring back on the made bed.

Eyes scanning the toy he remembered the day it came home.

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'Dad, look what Uncle Jinnie got me,' Moon ran up to him, as she giggled in excitement, eyes lighting up at the plush toy in her hand.

Turning toward the sound of his daughter, he bent down on one knee so she could hop into his waiting arms. He held her easily, her form tiny and stable in his muscled hands.

Her momentary glance to the tattoo on his skin, a second nature, something that made her smile, as her name had been carved into his forearm, stars surrounding it with a Saturn ring.

She was Daddy's little girl and she loved every moment of it.

Meeting her fathers eyes, she held up the pink bunny in her arms, a prize worth every drop of attention he could give.

Smiling bemused he asked her, 'What about all the other teddy's in your room, babygirl?'

He nosed at her cheek as he teased her.

Her eyes went as wide as saucers, 'Dad!' she exclaimed in a mock whisper, 'They aren't Teddy's, they all have names.'

'Yeah, Jk, how can you call them Teddy's,' Jin played along, just as scandalized at his dongsaengs choice of words.

Mouth twitching, the mole on his chin, shifting at the movement, he raised an eyebrow at his hyung, 'I'm surprised you didn't get her the RJ.'

'Now, now, I did explain the perks of having RJ, but she is Daddy's little girl.' They smiled, endeared with the toddler between them.

It was the last proper, happy outing they had, ice-cream, feeding the seagulls, playing in the sand, her best days with her father and her Uncle Jin.

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‘I don't care what happens to me, I don’t care about the money! Just please save my baby, please!’ Jungkook was enraged, angry at the world, helpless, desperate.

Stage 4. She was only a child, her tiny body fit in his arms, her form only half of him.

It came out of nowhere, severe bruising and bleeding when she fell down, or got cut. Trouble breathing when she ran, nausea when she ate and sometimes not wanting to eat at all. Waking up to her cries in the middle of the night, sniffling quietly, at the pains in her body.

Too many symptoms, too many blood tests later, too many restless, sleepless nights, she was diagnosed with leukemia.

There were weeks of waiting for results, test after test, of having to sit her in his lap, and explain why she needed to see countless doctors and that things would get better, that it was just for now.

But as he stood opposite her doctor, his hyung holding his shoulder, he had to go home and tell her he lied. He lied.

He'd have to tell her that there was no turning back, and if it was too late for his daughter, the love of his life, the very center of his world, for him, there would be no way forward.

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He stood at the doorway of her hospital room, having just gone home to change up and get her favorite mac and cheese. The sight he met every single time, not something he had gotten used to, despite the number of weeks he’d been at the forefront of it all.

The tubes along her face, her nose, in her arms, something a baby should never have to go through. A parent should never have to think about outliving their child. It wasn’t the cycle. It wasn’t fair.

She deserved, to hit double digits, to find love, to have him fight the need to protect her from every mistake, to always be there for her, she deserved friends, memories, the chance to discover hobbies, she deserved more time.

The saddest part was that she was too young to think of any of those things, and yet, maybe it could also be a blessing.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right.

Blinking back tears he plastered a fake smile on his face, the brightest one he felt he could muster. ‘Hey, babygirl.’

She looked up, a small smile, slowly making its way up her cheeks, her face pale. Opening her mouth to speak, he shook his head at her. ‘No, no, shh, baby, don’t hurt your throat.’

Making his way over to her bed, he gingerly climbed in next to her, the nurses used to his presence, the doctors having no objection considering the care he had with her as he slotted himself protectively over her.

Pecking her on the head, he took note of the scrapbook in her hand. She looked at it everyday, pictures of her six loving uncles, Taehyung plaiting her hair, Jimin showing her tiny jewelry pieces, stick-ons for her ears, Namjoon with a bunch of block letters, a tower of it clearly having collapsed around them. Her Uncle Hobi always made her smile, as he had her on his back and his neck, walked her around the apartments like he was her personal chauffeur, Yooni holding her as she slept, light music playing in the background, and her Uncle Jin, her favourite Uncle Jin, always around, choosing school bags, spoiling her with anything she wanted, anything that caught her eye, especially morning blueberry waffles and her dad, Jungkook, her dad, the youngest, the one with the most time, the most allowance to make reckless decisions, the one who adapted his whole life around her inclusion in his life.

‘Hey, remember the story of your first birthday,’ His voice exuberant at her cake covered face,’when you didn’t want to wear the red jacket Uncle Tae gave you, and you cried for his instead,’ he petted her head as he searched her face for recognition.

She pouted at the mention of it, the story recounted so many times before,’Uncle Tae’s jacket was purple, Dad. How could I not want it,’ Her cheekiness earned her a light flick to her nose.

She upturned it crossly, a little zest in her eyes at the familiar chastising.

They paused, looking at each other, before the smile slowly disappeared from her face, the reaction apparently contagious as Jungkook sat up in concern. ‘Dad,’ she started softly, her eyes trained on the blanket covering her legs, ’are you gonna forget me?’

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat at the innocent question, striving to show no reaction on his face. Moving swiftly, he worked his way around the cables and maneuvered her into his lap. They tried, he tried, and she had been so strong but even at her tender age she knew it, he knew it, the time for sugar coated words, and false hopes were over, acceptance was all that was left.

‘Close your eyes,’ he prompted, wiping tears he could no longer hold back, away from his eyes.‘Can you see me?’

‘My eyes-,’

‘No, keep them closed, can you see me,’ he reiterated, beside himself.

‘No, I can’t see you.’

‘But you can hear me right,’ taking note of her face, her nose, her cute cheeks, he waited for her answer.

‘Yes, I can hear you.’

‘Well,’ he sniffled, head falling against her forehead lightly, the contact needed, ’that’s what it will be like. I will always be here for you. I will always talk to you, and I promise,’ his hand found hers and squeezed it, ’I will never forget you. You may not see me and I may not see you, but you will always be the biggest part of me. And I promise, I will never, ever, forget you.’

He broke at his last words, pulling her into his embrace, holding his Moon, wishing with everything he had left, he would never have to let her go.

Moon passed that night, in her sleep, in his arms, as painless as it could possibly be. Knowing what was going to happen, couldn’t have prepared Jungkook for the real thing. But he knew he had to let go of her lifeless body, he knew he had to call the one person who could handle him or whatever came next for him, and as soon as he saw his Jin hyung, the one that named his perfect girl, he fell into his arms and cried, as his heart shattered into pieces.

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Standing at doorways were his thing these days, he thought, everything he did was not enough, not too much, like sitting on the fence, falling in the middle.

It had been a year, but he couldn’t clean out this room, he still woke up at 5am despite his flexible job because he had to take care of her routine, maybe someday he would have to stop coming in here, but right now, the made bed, the unused room, the stillness of it all, would remind him that even for a time, he had something beautiful, something worth all that pain, a human that he would meet someday again.

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#bts #bts jk #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #jk #bts angst #bts drabble #bts writing #jungkook angst #bts sad #jungkook #bts au #bts au fic #bts aus #bts au fanfic #bts fic

[asknarashikari]

Zox/Kaito ship mini fan fic idea:

Kaito gets turned into a kid (with no memories of his life as a Zenkaiger) and Zox decides to take care of Kaito until he turns back to normal. (most likely doesn't ask for permission, Zox just takes Kaito to his ship before anyone can say anything against it)

maybe add a scene where kid!Kaito calls Zox a weirdo or something.

“Nii-chan, are you sure about this?” Flint asked her brother, looking at the child in his arms. “It’s one thing to steal stuff from them, but him... and while in this state, too...” she said, clearly hesitant. “Wouldn’t his grandmother worry?”

“It’s only for a little while, Flint,” Zox reassured, gently patting Kaito’s back as he snoozed on his shoulder. “He was just too fucking cute, I couldn’t resist stealing him away for a day or two...”

“You’re whipped, Nii-chan. He has you all wrapped around his finger!” she accused. 

“I- I am not whipped!” Zox said in outrage. “What makes you think I am, anyway?”

“You just said that you thought he was so cute you wanted to steal him!” she pointed out with a screech. “Couldn’t you have at least done it when he was an adult? Right now you just sound like a creepy old man!”

“Shh, not so loud, you’ll wake him up- and what do you mean, a creepy old man?!” he asked in offense.

“Hmmm.... so loud...”

The arguing siblings quieted as the tiny, de-aged Goshikida Kaito squirmed in Zox’s arms, pulling away to look at him through groggy eyes. He yawned cutely, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. “I had this crazy dream... there were robots everywhere, and there were a bunch of really colorful ones...” he said in confusion. 

Zox and Flint gave each other alarmed looks. “Nii-chan...” Flint started, but Zox shook his head and put Kaito down on a couch. 

“Are you okay? You had... a bit of a tumble...” he trailed off, unsure how to word Kaito’s situation to the child version of himself.

“Hmm, really? I don’t remember anything...” Kaito said, frowning. “Maybe I tripped and fell...” He looked at Zox, tilting his head in confusion. “You look like that weird dancing nii-chan in my dream...”

Flint guffawed, unladylike, while Zox’s eye twitched for a moment. He schooled his expression after the shock passed. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Zox asked, as gently but urgently as he could.

“Going to bed last night... Mom tucked me in and put Secchan on my nightstand...” He looked up innocently at him. “Are you taking me back to my parents?”

“They actually asked me to take care of you for a while,” Zox said, patting Kaito’s head. “They just needed to go somewhere with your grandma, but they’ll be back before you know it. For now, let’s get along, okay?” Zox said, sincerely, holding out a hand for Kaito to take.

Flint gave her brother an incredulous look, only for her eyes to widen more when Kaito innocently nodded and took her brother’s hand in his. “I’m in your care then, Weird Nii-chan.”

“My name is Zox Goldtsuiker, kid,” he told him. Zox grinned at their joined hands. “I have the feeling we’re gonna get along just fine.”

#kikai sentai zenkaiger #kaito/zox #zox goldtweaker #flint goldtweaker #goshikida kaito #ask #trixiegalaxy

[beetlegoose01]

Frostbite Chapter 5- Toxic

AN: Happy Friday y’all! Here’s a longer chapter to celebrate! It’s a little intense, but I hope you enjoy.

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Morning came sooner than any of the turtles anticipated, but especially to Donnie who was running on three hours of sleep. He counted on snoozing for another twenty minutes before training, but luck wasn't on his side. Even before his own carefully crafted alarm clock robot beeped, a loud voice woke him.

"Donnie!" came Michaelangelo bounding in with the energy of a golden retriever puppy. He bounced on the crooked bed with a loud creak of movement.

He groaned, still half asleep and bleary. "I'm sleeping, Mikey."

His baby blue eyes sparkled with mischief, prepared to annoy his older brother with his charming, but obnoxious grin. "No you're not. If you were asleep, how could you be talking to me?" He poked Donnie's head playfully. "Duh. I missed you, bro." He lay flat on his back, taking up most of the space and nearly smacking Don in the face. "It was like peanut butter without the jelly. Batman without Robin. Raph without Chompy! Elphaba without Gali-"

Rolling over, Donnie sat up begrudgingly. "I get the point. But you saw me last night." He stated obviously. "Remember?"

He scrunched his nose thoughtfully. "That was forever ago! And you were all cooped up in your lab for most of the time. We never hang anymore. Like, doing fun stuff."

"I guess you're right about that." He shrugged. "Sorry, I promise we'll hang out again sometime. Maybe tonight?"

"Dude, that's gregarious!" He looked immensely proud that he used a big word, even if it was used incorrectly.

"Uh...close."

"We can have pizza, play video games, ooh! Have a monster movie marathon!" He exclaimed, listing each activity on his stubby fingers. 

"That sounds great."

"Come on bro, I'm making everyone breakfast! So you better hurry before Raph hogs it all." Mikey leapt off the bed, springing into action. Most likely the kitchen. 

It took a good five minutes for Donatello to physically move out of bed. He wasn't one for sleeping in, but he was never opposed to it either. Whereas Leo was always awake in the early morning and Mikey was chipper no matter what. And Raph...well, Raph was Raph.

The kitchen was bustling with energy, at least from Mikey's angle. He was cheerfully serving up omelettes on plates, carrying the ones he couldn't hold on top of his head with the balance of a ninja. Mikey had a talent for making even the fouled stench of the sewers comfortable and hospitable with only his charm and sweet demeanor. Not to mention his excellent cooking skills.

"Omelette au fromage made especially for Master Splinter." He said, passing the first plate to the wise rat. "Fromage means cheese in Spanish!" He explained. "Or...one of those languages."

"Thank you, Michaelangelo."

"Looks delicious, Mikey." April complimented, still residing in the lair. It was an hour or so before school, so she enjoyed having breakfast with the brothers. It felt as though she was part of their little family.

"Eh, don't forget me! I'm starved." Raph complained, eagerly stabbing his food with a fork as he dug in. Smiling softly, he cut up neat pieces for Chompy Picasso.

"Where is Leonardo?" Splinter glanced around the kitchen, noticing the blue masked turtle seemed to be missing.

"I thought he was mediating still." Raph said, puzzled.

"No, he wasn't." said Mikey. "I checked." He looked innocently at his brothers and April. "I made a plate of food for him and everything! Now it's gonna get cold." He looked down glumly.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" April suggested.

The three youngest turtles shook their heads in unison.

"Leo's always the first one awake. It's weird that he isn't here." Raph lifted Chompy onto his shoulder. "Not that I mind. I like the peace and quiet and lack of Space Heroes references to start my morning right."

"Donatello, perhaps you should check your brother's room?" Splinter suggested, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "It is possible he is still resting or feeling unwell."

"Hai Sensei."

April, sensing his apprehensiveness, stood up and rested her hand on his shoulder. "It'll be alright. I promise."

Feeling comforted by her warm tone, Donnie nodded firmly, and left the kitchen with high hopes that Leo was just snoozing longer than usual.

Something wasn't right. Donatello knew this, deep down, despite his optimism. His worry was growing the closer he moved to Leo's room, silently praying that everything would be alright. Raising a shaking hand, he opened the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief. There Leo lay in a deep slumber, even snoring lightly. It felt awful to simply wake him up, but he didn't really have a choice.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." He murmured, patting him. "Training time."

Unexpectedly Leo retracted his head into his shell, snoring even louder. This was beyond unusual- heck, even out of character. Leo was always extremely punctual and neat, refusing to be late for any training session.

"Why are you so tired?" Donnie wondered aloud. "We went to bed at the same time..."

Leo yawned, sluggishly moving forward out of his shell and stretching. "M' awake." He blinked. "Were you talking to me?" The blank expression that he gave was enough to cause further anxiety.

"Yeah? We have training."

His eyes widened. "Training! Oh, sewer apples!" He stumbled out of bed clumsily. "I'm here, I'm-" He yawned again. "Awake."

Donnie frowned, trying to analyze why Leo was so exhausted. Sure, they went to bed fairly late, but they've gone to bed later before and Leo hadn't been nearly as tired as he was now. But he wasn't about to start an argument either.

"Right."

Training was...awkward to say the least. Leonardo, who was usually extremely precise and swift with his movements, was now sloppy and uncoordinated. Everyone seemed to notice, but no one made a comment until Mikey had successfully pinned his oldest brother to the ground after a Barai.

"Booyakasha!" Mikey cheered. "I did it!"

"Yeah, because Leo barely put any effort into it." Raph said smugly, holding Donnie in a headlock.

"Yame!" Splinter commanded.

Dropping Donnie casually, Raphael glanced at their sensei with a bored expression on his face.

April, looking uncomfortable, placed her tessen back in her bag. "Class starts soon. I should probably get to school." Turning to Splinter, she smiled. "Arigato, Sensei. See ya later guys."

Splinter nodded. "Excellent work, April."

Leo groaned, rubbing his back. Humiliated, he bowed miserably.

"Leonardo, I think it would be best for you to rest."

"Arigato Sensei." He replied gratefully.

Raph crossed his arms. "That was pathetic. Even for you." He sneered. "Sorry we can't have you leadin' without your little nap time. Should I tuck you in too?"

He glared. But he didn't seem to have the energy to argue.

Donnie watched him leave, a pensive look on his face.

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April found herself trudging to school, regretting leaving the lair after remembering she had a math quiz that she forgot to study for. Funny how she'd rather be in the sewers over a classroom.

A long time ago she craved a normal life, but now she loathed it.

Though there wasn't much normality in crushing on both a deranged hockey player and a mutated turtle. With the Kraang, mutants still running rampage- her life was destined to be abnormal.

She placed her bags away in her locker, sighing loudly. The bell was about to ring, and she hadn't seen any sign of Casey. She had been hoping to chat with him at least a little bit.

"Hey April!" A pretty girl with afro puffs came towards her, beaming.

"Hi Summer," She breathed, tension breaking at the sight of her friend. Well...not really friends. But they were friendly, and that was good enough. "How was your weekend?"

"Fine." Summer said. "Very productive. The yearbook committee is in full swing!" Glancing at her quizzically, she giggled. "Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted."

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Listen...have you seen Casey?"

Summer, who was fairly popular and seemed to know everyone at the school thought for a moment. "Casey Jones? Senior?" After April nodded, she shook her head. "Nope, I don't think so. Sorry, I know you two are close."

April felt herself blush. "It's complicated."

"Don't I know it. Come on, it's time for homeroom."

Her mind wandered throughout the day, wondering how she could possibly concentrate on physics, when the growing uneasy feeling in her stomach.

It was all going to be alright.

Convincing Donnie was one thing. But convincing herself? A totally different problem.

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Instead of going to sleep as he was instructed, Leo found himself topside again. The sun was setting a beautiful peach orange color over the skyline of smoke. Teenagers roamed the streets, and he swore he caught April with a group of girls chatting animatedly about something. He smiled, happy she was having fun and some resemblance of a normal, mutant free life.

He felt like a lousy leader. Hell, a lousy brother. Sneaking out like a kid, over some girl? A gorgeous mutant girl...but still. Without even telling his own brothers, let alone father where he was going.

There was that annoying feeling. Guilt. But...he was making the right choice. By getting his siblings involved, it would only lead to trouble.

"Leonardo..." That sultry voice cooed from behind.

"Nova." He gasped, releasing his katanas back in their holders.

"Sorry I'm late, my darling. My sleep schedule has been quite difficult."

He cringed.  "Don't call me that. But, it's okay."

She curled her muscular tail around his waist comfortably. "My apologies." She slithered beside him, golden eyes meeting his ocean blue ones. His heart rate increased.

Changing the subject, he smiled easily. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"I have. My hunger has been satisfied for now, but that won't last long."

"What have you been eating?" Leo looked at her wearily, afraid of the answer.

"Shh...that isn't important." Lifting his chin gently with her claws, he melted at the touch.

"If you say so." Leo hugged his knees, then grazed her gnarled scales, admiring their shimmering form. Her claws brushed against him casually and he winced.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's...okay. It didn't hurt. I promise."  They were faint. Surely no one would notice.

Relaxing, she nuzzled him. "Good."

Her eyes were big, wide. The moon reflecting in her pupils made him move closer. Then he stopped.

"This is a bad idea." He said, taking his hand back. "I barely know you. Maybe...you should meet my family first? Or get to know each other? This is happening so fast I-"

"Soon." She vowed. "I trust you though. I think."

"I think so too." He uttered, soft lips pressing against hers. If this was wrong, why did he feel so right? Why did he feel so shaky, yet so bubbly inside.

This was one of his worst decisions. Why wasn't he stopping? He didn't know her. He didn't-

"It's a pretty good bad idea, isn't it though?" She smirked, stealing another tender kiss.

All he had to do was say no. That he couldn't put his family in danger.

Just say no.

Don't make the same mistake.

But he didn't want to.

"God yes."

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His head felt foggy and tired, he hadn't gotten any closer to convincing Nova to stay but...he was alright. Leo hadn't had a chance to retreat to his bedroom before he was cornered by his taller brother. He hid his grimace with a forced grin.

"Donnie, I don't have time for this. I've got..."

"This'll only take a minute."

"Alright. What's up?"

"Did you really have trouble sleeping last night?" He asked, then jumped to a stronger conclusion.  "Or...did you not go to sleep at all?"

"Don't be stupid, Don, of course I went to bed." Leo said. "I just..." He raised his left arm casually, and his younger brother once again caught the scars littering. Worse, they looked fresh.

"Your arms..."

Leo flinched away. "It's nothing."

His dark eyes narrowed.

"Donnie?"

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Leo brushed him off, but Donnie wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a hold of his forearm, pulling him back, though Leo was unaffected by the sudden jerk of movement.

"What happened to your arm?" Donnie demanded bluntly. "And tell me the truth this time."

"Donnie, I'm really tired. I...just want to meditate for a spell. We can talk later." He hadn't meant to sound dismissive, but his tired tone and increasing frustration made it seem that way.

"How much longer are you going to keep avoiding us all, Leonardo?" Donnie asked weakly.

Leo hastily moved his arm out of the way. The hostile motion made Donnie recoil.  "I'm not."

"You keep shutting us all out. We aren't naive. We know you're stressed, but we're a family. We can help.  Don't you see? First with Karai, now..."

"This is nothing like Karai." Leo blurted out. "Nova isn't like her." When Donnie looked confused, he elaborated. "That's her name. The mutant."

"She did that to you." He said, referring to his injured arms. The dots were slowly connecting.

Silence. "Not on purpose."

"You told me you were going back to bed. You promised! And you went out and tried to fight that dangerous mutant alone? Are you crazy?"

"I was trying to protect you!" Leo snapped, temper rising, though his voice still felt oddly robotic. "It wasn't done out of a whim. I didn't try to find her for fun. I was protecting you and the others."

"By lying to us? Your family?"

"Fighting her was not an option. I wanted to persuade her to join our side. She wasn't too dangerous, just scared. And I didn't lie, I did go to bed. Just not when you did."

"Do the others know?" He was mainly referring to Raph, who he knew would be as furious as he was. Maybe even more so. Mikey would have been heartbroken had he knew that Leo was going behind their backs.

"No."

"Why? We could have gone together." 

The thought of Donnie watching Leo and Nova's last encounter made him blush profusely in horror.

"If we had gone as a group, it would have ended horribly. I needed to talk to her alone. I think..." He paused. "I think she's starting to trust me." His cheeks felt suddenly hot. He didn't want his brother to know that he had been out again, though this time with no moral intentions involved. The less Donnie knew, the better.

"Trust you?" Donnie repeated in disbelief. "You barely know her."

"You barely know her."  Leo retorted.  "You haven't even seen her. What could you possibly know?"

Those careless words set Donnie's rage into flames. "I know that you're my brother and she's hurt you, quite obviously!" Furious tears filled his eyes. "If you just listened to me- if we had a chance to go as a team, maybe she would have joined us. Willingly!" He took a deep breath. "I know what it's like to care about someone." His mind brought up sweet April, then the smirk of Casey Jones. "But it's so risky to do this. You've got to think logically. You're the leader."

Regret was hidden in his deep blue eyes, but he masked it with a scowl. "I didn't ask for this burden, to be lectured. Logic- inventions, all your science-y bullshit won't help us now. So stay out of my way. I know what I'm doing." The tone of his voice, mixed with his expressions were jarring and cold. Unlike the older, wiser brother Donatello had grown to admire as a hero.

Stunned and hurt by the harsh tone, Donnie blinked, taking a step back, as if he feared him.

Leo's eyes widened, immediately realizing his mistake. "Wait, Donnie I didn't mean-"

"Fine."

"Please, just let me-"

But as his older brother had done so many times before, Donnie dismissed his desperate pleas, stormed by him as the words flooded out of his ear slits and away from his mind.

 ~•~

The second Donnie climbed out of the manhole cover, he realized he had no idea where he was going. He knew the city by heart, sure, but he was never one to go topside for emotional reasons. Usually he locked himself in his lab. Now...he didn't know what to do or where to go. Each direction felt wrong. And the increasing feeling of wrongness calculated by the feeling of dread equaled an equation he didn't quite understand.

"I don't even know where to go..." He groaned. "I'm such an idiot." Wiping his tears, adjusting his staff, he kept walking the unknown direction, hoping to find an answer.

School had to be out, since the stars were already dotting the sky. Maybe he could swing by April's...

No, she was still living at the lair. How could he have forgotten? And he doubted her aunt would be thrilled to see a six foot tall turtle standing in front of her. That would only leave...

He stopped, looking at the cluster of apartment complexes. It would be risky, but he couldn't imagine going anywhere else. As he climbed the fire escape with ease, he had already made his decision.

As much as he longed for April's hugs or comforting words, he knew Jones was the best bet. So he carefully used his bō to tap lightly on the window, while still remaining hidden.

It swung open, and there was Casey Jones. Handsome, cocky, hair even messier than usual without its iconic black and white bandana holding it in place. He seemed ready to go to bed as he was dressed in a tank top and pajama bottoms.

"The fuck?" He rubbed his eyes. "Donnie?"

"Hey there Jones." He mused, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "Is ...this a bad time?" He couldn't tell if Jones was simply tired or had been crying, since his eyes appeared too red and dusty.

"Nah, Riley's in bed." He confirmed. "Asleep."

"And your parents?"

Casey waved him off. "Hang on a sec," and he swung over the window to the metal fire escape. Climbing up the spare ladder casually, he glanced back at Donnie. "This place is more private." He was now perched on the roof, smirking. "You comin' or d'ya need an invitation?"

Donnie joined him, sitting on the ledge with their legs hanging over. "Is everything okay?"

"It's...fine, I guess." He chewed at his lip moodily. "Well not really. It's family bullshit."

He huffed a laugh. "Boy, do I know how that feels."

"I'm assuming you didn't just come here to chat. Something happen?"

Donnie nodded meekly.

"Hey, you don't need to tell me." Casey stared at his calloused hands. "I guess I can tell you what's been going on." He picked up a stone, flicking it across the roof. It fell loudly into a dumpster. Donnie winced. "My dad is a huge dick." He stated bluntly. "But it's complicated. Normally I'd talk with Raph about this but..."

"You don't have to..."

"Nah, it's chill. Here's the Cliff Notes version of it. Basically my dad decided to drop this major bomb on me n' Ri. That he proposed to Sara. His girlfriend." He made a vomit noise. "And I can't believe it."

"Is she not nice?" Donnie wondered.

"She's okay, I guess. No, but they haven't been dating that long and- I can't believe he decided to replace Riley's mom like that."

"Riley's mom? But you..."

"She's only my half sister. My real mom died forever ago. He was cheating on my mom with Riley's mom- Grace. He's a mess. It's all a mess."

"What happened to Grace?"

"Divorced her. Like I said, he's a dick." He looked back wearily. "Sorry, I know that was a lot. I'm not good at...dealing with my feelings but I shouldn't have dumped that on you with no warning."

"No, please don't apologize. I understand."

"Cool. So...your turn."

"My turn?"

"I just dramatically revealed my trauma. That shit doesn't come for free, yo. And I know you came here for a reason. So what is it? Because I think we're at that stage where we can talk about it. Whatever it is."

The purple masked turtle hesitated.

"There's only so many Electric Skullz albums we can talk about..."

Donnie took a deep breath, finally settling on revealing his troubles. "It was just an argument."

"With Raph?"

"No, Leo. He's been acting so strange lately. With the new mutant and everything. I think he likes her. As in, having feelings for her.  I swear, this is a Karai situation all over again." He frowned. "And then we started yelling and..." Head in his hands, he groaned. "It's troubling. He's been acting so distant and it's making me so ..."

Casey waited a moment for Donnie to find the word.

"Peeved."

"So, what you're saying is: it's all a mess."

Donnie laughed. "It sure is, Jones." Their shoulders bumped together. "Thanks for letting me vent."

"Hey, no worries. You let me rant, it's only fair. But I do know one thing for sure, families are complicated as fuck."

"Here here. But um, why did you bring me here again?" Donnie cocked his head to one side.

Casey stood up, hands on his hips. "Come on."

Donnie followed suit, raising a curious eyebrow. "And?"

"Start yelling."

"What?"

"Start. Yelling. It ain't rocket science. You're pissed off, I'm pissed off, so let it out! Go nuts!" 

"But it's night out."

"This is the city that never sleeps, genius. Look, I'll do it first."

He let out a loud, ear splitting bellow from above, hands spread out and wind hitting his cheeks. When he finished, he turned to Donnie eagerly.

"Go on."

Donnie exhaled. "If you say so..." And with that, he too joined in with the screaming. At first, it felt silly but then it surprisingly felt therapeutic. As if he was letting out his pent up frustrations with life.

"How'd that feel?" Casey moved closer to him until they were inches apart.

"It felt...good." Donnie admitted. "And you're sure no one can hear us?"

"Pshaw." Casey said smugly. "Anyone who does hear us will think we're a couple of drunks. I got ya, D." He took his hand in his, squeezing it. The difference between their hands- one large, green with three fingers. The other pale, smaller, five perfectly normal fingers. Casey didn't seem to mind.

"It doesn't solve our problems though." Donnie said.

"No, but it releases a little tension. I've done this with my friends a lot from the hockey team whenever we lose. Which rarely happens, but on that off chance we do? We scream. Fuck the system!"

"You ...consider me like one of your human friends?"

Casey's hazel eyes squinted back at him, as if he was confused by the question. "Of course. Why wouldn't you be? We're friends."

"But I'm..."

"Don't." Casey stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips. "I don't say this to just anyone, okay? But you're a cool dude, Donnie. And the smartest guy I know."

Donnie swallowed. "Jones I..."

"You're perfect the way you are, you hear me? Don't go moping around. It's a little sad to watch." He punched his shoulder affectionately. "Alright?" He looked back into Donnie's mahogany eyes.

"Alright." He nodded, now fully aware how close they were. He stopped himself from staring too hard at Casey's individual freckles, dotting his cheeks like a galaxy of stars. Or his deep hazel eyes, or his perfect peach lips...

An embrace felt too forward, so Donnie simply smiled, revealing his adorable gap. Casey's heart warmed, loving every time he saw that smile. He wasn't lying. He thought Donnie was beautiful in his own way. Turtle or not. As beautiful as April, maybe but in a different way. He wanted to stay the entire night, watching the stars with him.

"I promised Mikey I'd hang with him." Donnie remembered.

"Oh," His eyes looked down, disappointed. "I can walk you there? It's getting kinda late."

"Sure."

"Listen, um, Donnie...there's something you gotta know..."

There was a rustling noise behind them. Donnie froze. "Shut up."

"Excuse me? Did you just tell Casey Jones to shut up?"

"Shut up!" He hissed. "Someone's listening. You idiot, we shouldn't have been screaming our heads off!"

Casey mumbled a curse under his breath.

"Ah, so you are the clever one. Good to know." An unfamiliar voice snarled.

"Who said that?" Casey yelled, grabbing his trusty hockey stick and taser. Donnie gripped his own bō tightly.

"How cute."

Out of the shadows approached the two boys. A mutant reptile at least twenty feet in length with massive yellow eyes staring them down.

"Jones?"

"Yeah, Donnie?"

"I think we found the mutant."

#tmnt 2012 #jonatello #fanfics #female ocs #oof

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Happy Easter! 🐇 [M]

Topic: You're wearing a sexy bunny costume for them on Easter Sunday!

Gender of the Reader: female

(This Scenario also has a male version!)

Word Count: ca. 500-600 words for each member

Genre: a bit Fluff; most Smut!

Warnings: Dirty Language and Dirty Talk; Petnames; Costume-Play; Pet-Play; Sex Toys; Mastubation; Kitchen-Sex; Teasing, Edging and Overstimulation; Praising; Daddy-Kink; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; soft BDSM-Themes; Handcuffs; little bit exhibitionism; "public sex" (Sex in Garden); Breeding-/Impregnation Kink; Breeding-Dirty Talk; Mentions of unprotected Sex (please stay safe in reality, always!)

A/N: Happy Easter my Sweeties!!🐰💕

I hope you'll had/still have a great Sunday and got a lot of good food and Sweets!

I wanted to be a little Easter Bunny for you too and wrote a little smutty special! I hope y'all like it!

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Jin

You hum dreamingly to the music, that comes out of the radio behind you and swaying rhythmically your hips to the melody. While Jin is in the shower, you decided to set the dining table and cooking the eggs for the Easter breakfast.

Jin is usually the one who wakes up earlier on Sunday mornings and makes breakfast for you. You already tried your best to be a "better" girlfriend and to return the favor of a ready breakfast more often.

But you have to admit that you just love it to sleep in and you have the habit of pressing the snooze button way too often. Up to the point that the alarm clock didn't ring anymore. Maybe that's also the reason why the other days of the weeks are always a drama for you. To 95% you oversleep and only have around 10 minutes left to get ready for work and still catch your metro.

Today is Easter Sunday and as by a miracle you managed to get up earlier than Jin, to shower without him noticing and dress up in your new bought lingerie and recently ordered headband with bunny ears.

The last weeks were super stressful for Jin and there wasn't much time or motivation left for intimacy. That's why you thought Jin deserves a nice view right in the morning as a little Easter gift. Especially when you know that one of his soft spots are you in white, innocent looking lingerie...

An exited smile spreads on your lips as you hear nearing footsteps and a small gasps behind you. Seems like your plan worked out pretty well! You're about to turn around and to smile cheekily at him but there is someone, who is more than eager to get his seductive Easter gift himself.

"Is this here your way to wish me 'Happy Easter', Babygirl? You're the cutest and sexiest Easter Bunny I've ever seen...", say Jin with a breathy voice into your ear and sucks on exactly that spot under your ear that makes your legs weak in no time.

"Y-Yeah, I think so... I-I just wanted to surprise you and treat my Darling with a little gift after such stressful weeks...", you whimper and bite on your lower lip when you feel his hardening cock against your buttcheeks.

"Oh yes, Baby~ I like your little surprise really, really much! Right now, I would prefer to bend you over the kitchen counter and make you feel really good instead of eating breakfast... what do you think?"

"I hoped you would say that... because the eggs aren't ready now and need ten more minutes anyway~"

You hear an amused chuckle from behind and squirm in anticipation when Jin bend you over the counter.

"Hm, has someone here forgot to let the eggs boil right on time? How good that we know, how to use this time properly...", teases Jin and push the fabric of your lace panties out of the way.

Yoongi

You hoped, no you actually thought that Yoongi would finally take some time off for you when it's a freaking official and national holiday for everyone! But you should've known your boyfriend better.

When he "can't" get into the studio to work on his tracks without being super rude with this action, then he would take his work simply at home. Of course you understand when he has to finish a new track because he's in the flow.

But when one track is mostly finished, it leads to ideas for a new song that he has to write down in his notes. Things like this are going on and on with it.

It's damn Easter Sunday and he had left you in your shared bed at seven a.m. in the early morning to "quickly finish this one track before breakfast".

Well, it's 11:30 a.m. now and you two ate breakfast two hours ago. It's an understatement that you're frustrated. You're pretty pissed off.

Officially you wanted to be the one who got up earlier this morning because of the little Easter surprise you planned for Yoongi. You ordered cute Bunny ears a week ago and a matching set of black lace lingerie. Okay, with panties that didn't really exist, just a bit lace covers your vulva. When you tried your outfit on, it actually reminded you of a playbunny outfit.

Yoongi don't want to admit it but thanks to Namjoon you know, that your boyfriend has a little big things for sexy bunny costumes...

Planned was to seduce Yoongi with being a sexy, naughty bunny in the morning so he has to take care of his bunny girl, maybe with a hot round of sex before breakfast.

Well, it seems like you had to take care of your needs by yourself when it seems like that you're so uninteresting for your boyfriend!

Provocatively clickling with you black stilettos, you stalk into the living room to the dining table where he sits. You place yourself next to him, directly onto the table and watch him a few seconds. He still didn't give you one single look. 

You growl frustrated and turn your eyes away from you pretty annoying boyfriend, spreading your thighs and grab that pink rabbit vibrator you brought into the living room as well. Only the sound of the vibrations seems to be so irritating that Yoongi is willing to give your sight a glance. 

A satisfied smile spread on your lips when you hear Yoongi choke and then coughing, pulling your pussy lips apart to give him an even better view on your drenched and so needy pussy. He clears his throat before he talked to you in a raspy voice.

"Can you explain this here to me? What's that for a bratty behaviour, hm? Desturbing me purposely in my work. Looks like, my little bunny a bit attention-seeking and desperate to get her pussy hole stuffed at Easter time? Well, I think I could satisfy these primal bunny needs definitely better than this shitty vibrator, don't you think?", he growls and smirk cockily at you when he get up from his chair and comes between your legs.

He just need a second to pull his sweatpants down, throwing the vibrator through the whole room and stuffing your needy hole with his own cock.

Namjoon

It couldn't have been better timed when Namjoon realizes that he had forgotten some important papers, that are supposed to be read at signed over the Easter Holidays, in his studio. So when he head out of the apartement to his studio, you use the twenty minutes of being alone in the apartement to set and dress yourself up. 

Two weeks ago you went to the sex-store of your trust which has a big, separated floor just with BDSM accessoires to buy yourself a sexy bunny outfit. It's the store where you two get most of your toys and utensils for your play sessions.

Because it's Easter, you planned a sexy surprise for your darling by yourself. Maybe it'll be not the way how Joonie usually like it... but you think, he should try new things too~

You're leaning against the bedroom doorframe, when the apartement door opens again. A playful, dirty smirk forms on your boyfriend's lips in the moment he realize your presence in the hallway. He put his papers without a second thought on the shoe cabinet and drops his jacket carelessly on the floor next to the wardrobe before he makes his way to you.

"I apprechiate your outfit, my sweet little bunny~ But to be honest, I'd like it a little bit more when it would be black lace instead of black leather. For being my cute whiny Sub, you look a little too much like a Bunny Dominatrix in this outfit...", chuckles Namjoon with his deep voice. 

His lips are searching for yours when he guides you with your back to your shared kingsize bed. The kiss is dominant, in a kinda leading behaviour. It's the type of a kiss you usually like, a kiss that makes you whiny and needy for him, but not today. Today you'll turn the whole thing around!

You're already on the bed, Namjoon above is you and you're literally waiting for the command that usually follow in such a session. But you make sure it wouldn't come tonight. Tonight you'll be the one who gives commands to Namjoon and makes him beg.

In a moment where Namjoon is distracted, you take your chance and turn your two bodies in a quick move around. Now you're the one who's sitting on his hips and tie your boyfriend's wrist with leather cuffs, that you hidden under the pillows, to the headboard. Just alone Namjoon's confused and disbelieving facial expression was the whole thing absolutely worth it!

"What the fu-"

"Shh, Namjoon. Watch your mouth and behave! When you're a good boy for me today, I'll not tease you soo much and maybe, when you're a really good boy for me, maybe I'd let your pretty cock cum in my pussy. When you're a bratty boy, you won't cum in any way today and I'm would ruin you the way you always ruin me. I want to see you all whiny, sobbing and begging, my dear Darling~", you wisper devilishly in his ear.

Hoseok

You promised Hobi to bake his favourite cake for coffee-time on Easter Sunday. But what you didn't expect, that you would be almost naked while baking! You wear nothing beside this white frilly vintage apron, these bunny ears on your head, the pink lacey string-ouvert (that literally covers nothing!) and this damn remote controlled rabbit-bullet between your legs.

While you're seriously struggling to concentrate properly on the instructions of the recipe, Hobi seems like to has the best time in his life. He's sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen at the dining table and obviously enjoy the sight you give him with your barely covered body.

To see your legs trembling and to hear you whine even more whenever he turns the vibration of the bullet on a higher setting, satisfy this little sadistic devil in him the most. Especially when you're so worked up that your sweet pussy is literally dripping wet, smearing your juices all over the insides of your tighs and little pearls of arousal falling down on the kitchen tiles.

Yeah, you're so turned on it's driving you insane, but it's still not enough to cum. This damn bastard, that you call your boyfriend, knows way to well when you're at the edge to cum and turns the vibration immediately down. Always with the explaination 'to give you the chance again to focus better onto the baking process'. 

God, sometimes you think you really start to hate him but deep, deep down you know, that you love his teasing as much he does.

The worst thing about this damn vibrator is that he has these bunny ears. The bullet doesn't just stimulates your g-spot, no. That would be too simple for Hobi. It also torture your clit too, when the tips of the ears rubbing sideways along your clit!

"Baby, I think you have to work a little bit faster when we plan to eat the cake at 15:30 p.m., we need to still bake it and then it has to cool down...", said Hobi in a fake concerned voice. You know very well that he just want to rush you, with the goal that you'll mess the cake up. When this happens he has a good reason to punish you even more~

You shoot him death glares in the moment you're about sprinkle a pinch of salt for taste into the dough. Well... it's unfortunately more than a pinch of salt. A lot more than that.

While you curse about your mistake and the fact that the whole dough is messed up now, Hobi sighs dramatically and stands up.

"Hm, my dear Lady? Do you know that you ruined the whole cake with your unconcentrated behaviour? That's means I'll not get only one piece of cake today and with it not my Easter gift. But you promised me that! How you'll make up for that, hm? I think that just means that I have to punish you."

"Hobi, it's not my fucking fault that I-"

"Honey, watch your mouth. Do you want to blame Daddy for your inadequate discipline? Well then, Daddy has to work with his little Girl on her discipline, right?"

With these words he takes you to the bedroom and make sure you'll be a lot more disciplined after his teaching lesson.

Jimin

When Jimin told you back in the middle of March that he'll went in a diet, you got immediatley suspicious and all alarm bells rings in your head. He promised you that's he just want to make a sugar diet over the next few weeks and with it, over the Easter Holidays, so he couldn't stuff himself full with too many sweets again during easter.

You talked a lot with your boyfriend about it, promised you that he just don't want to eat too much chocolate but beside this, that he'll keep up with his normal eating habits. But now only without a dessert after Dinner and controlling his snacking a bit more. Even the rest of the members had to promise to you that they'll make sure that Jiminie will continue to eat his meals properly.

After the first two weeks you relaxed more and more, realized that he's only on this diet to advoid products with a lot of sugar in it. To make it easier for him and to enjoy the advantages of a sugar diet too, you joined him in his plans.

But that also means to ignore all these delicious sweets for easter in the supermarket. When you two went grocery shopping last week, Jimin shooted death glares to all these chocolate bunnies that tried to seduce him with their cute wrapping foil.

That's why you planned a little Easter surprise for him on Sunday so at least he'll not start to hate Easter completely.

After you two got back from your Brunch (where the restaurant service just wanted to make a nice gesture and placed a tiny chocolate candy in the shape of an easter egg on your seat, frustrated Jiminie only even more), you said to your Darling that you want to freshen yourself up quickly and then join him on the couch.

You stepped out of the bathroom in gorgeous pastel pink high heels, a matching set of lingerie and a metal hairband in the shape of bunny ears on the top of your head. The simple accessoire was decorated with cute flowers, which makes your sexy-cute appearance perfect.

When Jimin hear the clicking sound of your heels, he turns around to you confused until an expression of complete disbelief manifests in his face.

"...because you're on diet and the fact that you can't even eat one tiny chocolate easter bunny, I thought you should be able to-"

"...I should be able to eat at least a bunny out, right?", interrupt you Jimin when he comes to you with dark lustful eyes and a really hungry smirk on his lips.

"...Y-Yes...", you answer him breathlessly as he push you roughly against the wall and makes you drown in his passionate kiss.

"You're always my favourite treat of sweet and you know that, Baby.", growls Jimin into your ear when he directs you backwards to the bedroom.

Taehyung

You bite your lower lips hesitantly as you stare through the vitreous living room door into the big garden of Taehyung's and your shared apartement. Your actual plan was to hide some of the Easter Sweets for Taehyung in the house and in the garden as well. 

The idea itself is not bad or problematic at all. Just the fact that you're already dressed in the lingerie, that you bought extra for the sexy surprise you've prepared for Tae, is the actual problem. Maybe also the fact that your neighbours are an elderly couple with way too much time and their intense passion to watch the neighbourhood like hunting dogs. 

Especially when the dear old Madame notices something "very interesting", "very unusual" or "very suspicious" she just has to gossip with her dear Ladies on their weekly tea-parties about it.

And as we all know, old people don't know the term "sleep in", they're always already awake at six or seven a.m.

But then Taehyung's word cames back into your mind.

"Let them talk when they don't have a better Hobby than this."

With exactly these words in your head you open the terrace door and step in nothing more than your grey lingerie, your bunny ears and flip flops on your feet into the cool morning air.

Fuck it, let them gossip about whatever god knows!

It's still early in the morning, around 08:30 a.m., that's why every breeze is still a little chilly and you try your best to hide everything in the shortest time possible. You didn't want anything more than finally run inside into the warm living room!

You're so immersed into your hiding project that you don't recognize that someone is coming up behind you.

"Hm? Who do we have here? Did I disturb the Easter Bunny at his work? ...and I didn't know until now that Easter Bunnies are dressed so sexy~", you hear Taehyung's deep voice chuckling.

You gasp startled for breath, instinctively you want to cover your body with your arms and hands. Your Boyfriend starts laughing softly and pulling you into his arms to his warm chest. Automatically you're relaxing again when you're sure that only Tae saw you in this outfit here in the garden. Beside that you also appreciate the warmth of his body really much.

"I didn't know that my usually so reserved girl will become so bold on Easter Sunday and start to run around as a damn sexy bunny in the garden, dressed with nothing more than bunny ears and lacey transparent lingerie~", tease Taehyung with his typical boxy grin.

You're about to open your mouth to explain this unordinary situation but in that moment Tae already press a hungry kiss onto your own lips.

He guides you back the the terrace and pulls, without breaking the kiss, the cover of the garden couch down. Then he sit on the soft but still cool cushions down and placing you onto his lap, pulling you into a new heated kiss. The hard outline of his cock in his pyjama pants against your own damp center promise you, what thing he's planning to so with you. In your garden, on Easter Sunday and at fucking 08:45 a.m?!

"Tae, I don't know if-"

"Hey Baby... you're the one who started this here, sprinting around in our garden just wearing lingerie and bunny ears! I think, we should give our dear neighbours something really naughty but also really good to gossip about, right?", answers Tae your concerns with a smug smirk on his lips and is about to pull his pants down.

God, this Boy just knows how to push your limits in the right way!

Jungkook

Jungkook can't imagine someone who could better fit to him than you. Your personality is amazing, you two share a lot of interests and hobbies and you're just so dirty minded and kinky behind closed bedroom doors like Kookie himself.

But he has to admit that there is something he would like to do but doesn't dare to mention it to you. You've made "not so good" experiences with it in your former relationship.

Jungkooks likes it to have Sex without a condom, likes the feeling of shooting his load right into you, marking your body with his cum. But well, the bastard of your ex-boyfriend really forced you to have raw sex with him when you wasn't ready for it.

You only have been on your pill since a short amount of time back then and you didn't felt really comfortable to have already sex without a condom as a second guaranty.

When you tried to explain your worries to him, he just got mad and accused you to not trusting him. Then he even blackmailed you that he would break up with you when you're still not consent with it.

When you told Jungkook what happened he promised to himself to not mention his kink too early in your relationship. Even when he knows that both of you are completely clean and that you're on birth control. Plus the fact, that you always make sure to take them very regulary, he doesn't want you to feel pressured to do something like that when you're not ready for it. Then he wouldn't be any better than your damn ex!

And now?

Now you're standing infront of Jungkook's bed, almost completely naked, just wearing plushy bunny ears and a tail butt plug. These ears reminds Kookie of the floppy ones of a dwarf ram rabbit. Gosh you look adorable and so, so sexy.

Jungkook can't believe what he's hearing when you open slightly stuttering your lips.

"T-Today is Easter and around this time of a year, bunnies are in m-mating season and I thought... you, as my buck, would like to breed me, your bunny, too...", you mumble and chew nervously on your lower lip.

Kookie is speechless, don't know what to say or where the heck you got the info that he likes raw sex. The corners of your mouth turns into a small cheeky smile.

"You should be more careful when you're on the phone with one of your hyungs and didn't want to get accidentally overheard... And w-when I'm honest, I actually like raw sex. Well, when I trust my partner enough and I trust you, Jungkook. I just wanted to be a good Easter bunny for my buck so bad... p-please mate me, Kook."

Oh, you didn't know until now, how good Kookie will breed his cutest bunnygirl. How wet he could make you with Dirty Talk about Breeding, about filling you up to the brim with his semen, shooting his cum again and again into your hole until it's szoozing out of you.

You'll love the way Jungkook makes you feel~

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Everything I Need || L.H

A//N: Just the thought of Luke holding a small baby on his chest is enough to quite literally make me melt, it’s just the cutest thing... And so this was happened. I’m not 100% where I was going with this, but I thought it was cute, so enjoy some dad!luke :) 

Any feedback/thoughts would be greatly appreciated! 

The first few days after the baby came home were tough. Sleep was hard to come by and when it did eventually come, it wasn’t around for long.

You were both adjusting to parenthood, learning how to balance your relationship, the baby, work, and everything that life threw at you. It was proving to be more challenging than you expected.

Months prior to the baby arriving, Luke had been reading pregnancy books, parenting books, literally every kind of book that had anything to do with babies or being a parent — Luke would read it. You told him they were useless, claiming that you’d learn as you went, but Luke was adamant that he wanted to be prepared.

But now that she was here... Luke had realised you were right. The books were useless. Completely and entirely useless. Nothing could have prepared him for how his life would change when he became a father, but in a way, he enjoyed the surprise. His little girl had changed his life for the better.

The way she lay on his chest was something he came to treasure. The way she was wrapped up in the blush-coloured blanket, her little fists peaking out as they rested by her small face, her supple cheek pressed against his skin as she had her head tilted ever so slightly up at him, everything about that precious baby girl had his heart singing the most blissful symphony.

Luke couldn’t tear his eyes off of her, his blue orbs focusing in on how she slept, the way her little lips pouted while she snoozed. The little wrinkles and folds in her arms and neck made him want to cry, the small lines igniting a feeling that Luke couldn’t understand. Everything about her was so perfect, she was utter perfection, and he didn’t understand how it was possible.

He didn’t know what time it was — he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was his family; the little girl sound asleep on his chest and the woman who slept soundly in the bed next to him. Luke wasn’t sure if you had heard the baby crying, but he was too quick to attend to even give you a chance to acknowledge the piercing sound that came from the Moses basket at the bottom of the bed. Luke was alert constantly, had been since the day she was born, and he was sure that would never change.

To say he was besotted was an understatement when it came to the sleeping baby. Luke was in love, wholeheartedly smitten with the child — his child.

His hand was resting against her blanket covered back, his large limb a mountain in comparison to her small body. He rubbed her back soothingly, the graze of his knuckles against the blanket, he hoped, gave her some form of comfort, a silent acknowledgement that he was there to watch her as she slept, to protect her.

Luke was so in love that it hurt. It hurt his chest with how much he adored her, how much he cherished her little cheeks that were always rosy and so full, how much he smiled when he saw the way she would stare up at him while he fed her.

The way her eyes would gaze into his, baby blue irises full of wonder and adventure that he hoped to explore with her as she grew older, had him starstruck; certain he would never see a sight so beautiful.

With her eyes closed as she slept, Luke’s eyes fell to her face as a whole. He gazed at the soft flush of her cheeks, the warm temperature of the room in addition to the blanket that coated her insulated her in a comforting heat, the warmth travelling into Luke’s chest, resonating in his heart at the sight of his daughter so warm and cosy as she slept on him.

“Nice and cosy, baby?” Luke’s voice was barely audible in the silent room. His neck was craned ever so slightly, giving him a perfect view of the sleeping baby.

He always asked questions, almost giving the child a few seconds to answer as if she could. It amused him how natural it felt to talk with her, to talk with someone who couldn’t answer. Luke could avoid judgement, avoid someone picking up on any stammer he may slip into it, or any word that caught him off-guard with an incorrect pronunciation. She didn’t care what he said or how he sounded when he said it, his voice soothed her, it comforted her more than Luke would ever know.

Everything about him comforted her, just as she did with him.

Luke felt like he should’ve moved, that he should’ve taken the baby downstairs when she first started fussing, but it seemed as though as soon as the baby felt Luke’s strong arms take her in his hold, she quietened down within seconds. All it took was the protective hold of her father and she knew she was safe, she knew she was alright.

Luke felt like he should have taken her downstairs, but he found himself walking back to your shared bed. He lay down against the pillow, blond hair haphazardly cascaded against the white cotton, blue eyes trained on the sleeping girl on his chest.

Everything felt so perfect. It felt so... right. Everything was as it was meant to be, nothing to be changed.

The way the baby snuggled against Luke’s bare chest, her small cheek rubbing against his skin, a little funny sounding grunt sounding from her lips followed by a soft whine as she adjusted herself and got comfortable.

“Hey hey hey...” Luke whispered, his rubbing soothing circles onto her back yet again, applying a gentle pressure as he pressed his lips against the top of her head, leaving a gentle kiss against her skin, “Shh... shh... it’s okay, baby girl,”

Usually her whines were soothed, calmed almost as soon as she heard his voice. But not this time. They continued, not loudly, but enough to almost tear you from your slumber from where you lay next to them.

“Luke, babe...” Your voice sounded, a tired, groggy rasp to your voice as you turned onto your back, head looking to your right where you found Luke slowly sitting up with the baby, hand protectively against her back to keep her against his chest.

“Go back to sleep,” Luke spoke softly, “I’ve got her, it’s alright,”

You were about to argue before Luke stopped you, a warm hand squeezing your arm that peaked out above the soft duvet. “She’ll be hungry, honey, she didn’t finish her bottle earlier,” You let out a soft yawn, your eyes barely able to stay open as you looked at him.

You barely heard Luke’s response before he left the room, the quiet click of the bedroom closing signifying that you were alone, the silence enveloping you once more as you drifted back to sleep.

The rest of the house was warm, a gentle heat finding itself in the floorboards against Luke’s bare feet as he padded through the home. The natural moonlight crept through the windows, the gentle white and blue glow filling the staircase as Luke made his way down, the gentle sound of footsteps echoing as he found his way into the kitchen.

“So, you didn’t finish your bottle earlier, huh?” Luke chuckled down at the drifting baby, she seemed to be relaxing momentarily before she became a little unsettled, the hunger in her belly clearly distracting her from her sleep. He held her close to him with a hand, momentarily freeing one limb so he could reach into the fridge to find her unfinished bottle from earlier. “That’s not so good, can’t have my girl losing her appetite, can I?”

With a soft click, Luke released the lid from the bottle, setting it down on the counter, before he made his way into the living room, carefully taking a seat on the soft couch, the cushions plush against his bare back as he rested against them. The living room was dimly lit, the soft cast of blue moonlight lighting the room atmospherically, a soft, soothing mood clouding the air.

Luke adjusted the baby in his arms, resting her head back so it was nestled just where his elbow bent, her body lying comfortably in his arms as she lay with her side pressed against his chest. Her sleepy eyes gazed up at him, her eyelids fluttering softly in the night as she stared at the man who cared for her, at the man who swore he would love her until he couldn’t love anymore.

“Let’s finish this bottle then,” Luke raised the nib of the bottle to her lips, gently gliding the rubber tip against her small lips, coaxing her to open her mouth so she could drink. “There we go, baby, that’s it,” She took the bottle with ease, a small grunt sounding from the body in Luke’s arms as she began to drink with ease, eyes never once leaving his, staring up into the blue irises that matched her own.

She was so beautiful. She held such an innocence that left Luke utterly mystified but in the best way. It was something he didn’t want to understand, something he wished for her to hold onto, a gift he wanted her to be blessed with for the rest of her life.

Time flew by with comforting ease as Luke sat on the couch, daughter in his arms, the only sound to be heard was her gentle gulps, and Luke swore he would never ask for anything more. He wanted nothing other than to be exactly where he was in that very moment.

Luke was home. He had you sleeping soundly upstairs, his precious little girl in his arms, he even had Petunia who had followed him downstairs and made herself comfortable on the other side of the room. She had started following the two of you around the house ever since you brought the baby home, it was as if she had taken it upon herself to watch over the little girl, always wanting to be in the same room, acting as a protector, a guardian.

You and Luke were sure it was both a comfort to Petunia as well as the baby.

Luke had all that he needed right there. He would never ask for anything more, never need anything else. He had his family; his girls.

Luke had everything.

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[kermitbread]

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"Geez... where did that Hanako-kun go off now?"

Nene looked around the halls for any sign of the apparition. He was nowhere to be found in the bathroom, or even the rooftop.

Where was he?

Wasn't he supposed to supervise her toilet cleaning duties like he always did? So why was he hiding all of a sudden?

I'll just never get what he's thinking sometimes... he can be so confusing.

Something nudged at her ankle, and she looked down to find a couple of Mokke bouncing below her. "Follow us! Follow us!"

"Huh? Do you know where Hanako-kun is, Mokke-chan?"

The little rabbit like things nodded. "Follow us!" They started bouncing away, and Nene took this as a sign to start chasing after them.

"Slow down a bit! Mokke-chan!"

The Mokke stopped in front of the infirmary just as Nene caught up with them. "Over here! Over here!" They chanted, before promptly leaving before she could say anything else.

Hanako-kun's here? Did something happen? She stepped inside, seeing the one of the beds covered by a curtain.

"Hanako-kun? Are you here?" She asked, but there was no reply from behind the curtain. All she knew there was a presence there.

"Geez, why aren't you answering?" Nene didn't waste any more time, and pulled the curtain open.

"...eh?"

She stared down at the figure lying on the bed. Hanako was merely sleeping soundly, and for one thing, he wasn't wearing his hat.

That didn't stop her from feeling annoyed, though. She had been walking around for what felt like ages looking for him, and he's here snoozing like there's no tomorrow!

"Hey, Hanako-kun!" She began shaking at his shoulder, trying to wake him up. "Hanako-kun, wake up! You can't be sleeping here while I clean, that's no fair! Hanako-kun!"

That seemed to work, as his eyes began to flutter open. He blinked a couple of times, but didn't say a word, just looking up to stare at her.

"You better get up, Hanako-kun! I'm not about to get in trouble for being her—eep!!" Nene shrieked when he suddenly shot out a hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her on the bed. He sat up from above her, grabbing the curtain.

To her horror, he simply pulled it back to its original position, closing off any sort of escape for her. Then he turned back, still not uttering any words.

She saw eyebags forming under his eyes, telling her he must have been worn out from something. Was that why he was sleeping? If he was tired, why didn't he tell her?

"Hanako-kun...?"

Hanako looked at her, almost at a tranced state. He reached over, taking the blanket on the bed, and Nene had to hold back a squeak when he suddenly threw it over themselves.

Red eyes blinked open. Suddenly she felt the heat crawl around her cheeks.

Their position right now was very comprising indeed. Here he was, casually holding her, returning back to his sleep.

"H-Hanako-kun! What are you doing? This is no time for a nap!" She protested, trying to push him away. That didn't seem to be effective, as Hanako remained still and he only groaned, pulling her closer.

That was when Nene became hyper aware of how their bodies were so pressed together at that time.

She quickly tried to shake off the many thoughts sneaking into her mind. What was he even doing? Why wasn't he saying anything?

He's really that tired, huh?

Her gaze moved up to his face. He had such a peaceful looking expression on, it was like he was still an innocent child, never knowing of the hardships and pain.

It reminded her of the one time she had found him looking so vulnerable.

"Are you hurt? That looks painful... what happened?"

"Were you... crying?"

She couldn't even imagine how hard things were for him.

Sighing, she loosened up in his arms, letting him snuggle closer. Well, she guessed for now, she would let this slide.

He deserved to rest anyways.

Drowsiness began to wash over her, and her eyes felt heavier the longer she remained there. Despite the coolness of his skin, it wasn't something that made her feel uncomfortable.

It was actually quite nice.

Without even thinking, her own arms moved up to his back and hugged him back, before her eyes finally closed, her faint breaths meaning she had fallen asleep herself.

"..."

Meanwhile Hanako, with both his eyes wide open, tried to ease his reddening face down. Multiple emotions came crashing to him simultaneously.

...oh.

--

"Hanako!! Are you in here?!" Kou came running in the infirmary, pulling the curtain open. He instantly froze when he saw Hanako and Nene, who was still asleep, on the bed.

What really annoyed him was how close Hanako was holding her right now.

"Kid, don't be so loud." Hanako whispered, stroking Nene's hair. She mumbled some gibberish and cuddled up closer to his chest.

This was too much for the poor blond to bear. It was annoying that Hanako was the one holding her, but she looked so adorable!

"Cute, isn't she?" The ghost seemed to enjoy Kou's look of irritation. With a smug look, he bent down and to Kou's shock, kissed Nene on the forehead ever so casually.

That just added more fuel to the fire.

"Hanako, you—!!"

"Shh, she's still sleeping."

Cue grumbling. Kou was now cherry faced, having to see all of that blatant display of affection. Curses!

He'd beat up Hanako next time, but for now... he would have to let them be.

For Nene's sake.

Hanako grinned at the blond's irked face, feeling quite proud of himself.

Heh.

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[ask-runaan-anything]

Wait you’ve encountered human assasains!!! Please do tell this story!

A few years ago, an upstart nobleman in Del Bar was well on his way to enacting a coup against King Florian. He dabbled in dark magic to influence those around him. His most recent acquisition from Xadia via dark market smugglers was something he very much was not allowed to keep. For that, and for his designs against a king who had given us very little trouble in all his reign, we were sent to take him and recover what he had stolen from Xadia.

That same night, Florian’s own assassins sought the upstart’s life. He’d learned of the plot against him, but not its details. My assassins came face to face with Florian’s as we all entered the target’s sleeping chamber at the same time--us through the window, and them through a secret passage behind a painting.

We had half a second of wide-eyed staring all around as ten people armed to the teeth tried to remain silent in each other’s presence and not wake their target to call for his guards.

I drew my bow to silence their leader, but she stabbed her sword into a soft chair and dropped to her knees in a bow. “Please,” she whispered, “we all want the same thing. There’s no need to kill us tonight. We won’t stand in your way.”

Well, one of her men decided that he might just. He demanded that they have the right to kill their target because he was a citizen of Del Bar and under their jurisdiction.

That was already far too much talking for my preferences, but I could already see that a simple battle would be anything but. If the humans took their target, our mission would fail. The binding ribbon doesn’t account for accidental deaths, and letting a human assassin take my target for me definitely counts as an accident.

I lowered my bow and jerked my head to summon the human leader over by the fireplace on the far wall. We both gave our squads the same general instructions: no one kills anyone until we come back with a plan.

So the human and I cahooted by the embers of our target’s dying fire.

“I’ve heard of you,” she began. “Moonshadow killers.”

“Assassins,” I corrected.

“It’s the same thing, innit?”

“It’s really not.”

“Fair enough.” For being as short as she was, she was surprisingly unintimidated by me once my bow was down. “All I ask is that you let my crew live. Even Barnaby there, with the big mouth. Maybe let him get in a good stab with you? He’s tops with that sword of his.”

I shook my head and glanced at the white ribbon on my arm. “We are bound to take him. It is our way. But if you don’t stand between us and our target, I will let you pass. That is also our way.”

She folded her arms and studied me. “Barnaby’s right about one thing, though. This fool here, he’s our fool. Why does Xadia care what trouble he gets up to? We were just about to handle him ourselves. You really didn’t need to trouble yourselves.”

“We did. He has taken something, and we’re here to retrieve it. And to punish him for his reckless arrogance.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the secret painting doorway. “You mean that strange dog in the cage?”

“You found him?” I blurted.

“Passed by in a curious and staring sort of way, more like,” she said. “Tell you what, my good uh, elf. I’ll have my crew free the dog, and you can handle His Nibs here. On two conditions.”

I squinted down at her. I’m not used to being given conditions by a human. “I’m listening.”

“We claim the kill in the name of King Florian.”

“Fair enough. We do not kill for glory--”

“And,” she continued, right over me, “I get to tell everyone whatever I want to about making you go away.”

I frowned, not following. “What do you mean?”

She chuckled softly. “This is a once in a lifetime chance at bragging rights. I want to be able to say that I beat you. It’ll look amazing on my resume.”

“You already work for a king.”

She grinned. “Today, I do. Tomorrow... who knows? So no coming back over here to shut me up for telling lies and besmirching your flawless reputation or anything. You get the kill, I get the glory. However I want it. Do we have an accord?” She held out her hand, expecting me to shake it.

I stared at it. “Not until you decide on your... lie of choice.”

She glanced over her shoulder again. Our squads were getting restless, making tiny aggressive gestures at each other. “You came for the dog, so I’ll say I bribed you to go away.”

“Not with the... the dog,” I countered. “If those who dabble in dark magic start collecting Xadian creatures to use as bribes, your troubles will only increase.”

“Hmm, a salient point, my good elf. Alright then. Maybe I bribed you with a kiss.”

I stared at her for a solid ten seconds. She raised a curious eyebrow. I coughed a laugh against my fist to keep it quiet from our snoozing target. “Everyone in Xadia will know that to be a lie upon hearing it, I’m afraid.”

Her gaze swept me up and down. “Alright, fair enough, but that’s good for both of us, isn’t it?”

“It’s really not,” I repeated. “Just stick with your golden coins. That’s still an easily spotted lie.”

She frowned up at me. “You don’t have gold in Xadia?”

“Gold, yes. Coins, no.” I tapped my horn cuff with a finger. “But I prefer silver anyway.”

“Fine. You’re common grubby rabble, eager for the shine of pretty coins... and I... raided this fool’s strongbox to pay you off,” she finished with a big smile, realizing she was about to go home with her pockets full. “Now, shake my hand and I’ll get you your dog.”

I stared at her for another long moment. “I could still kill you.”

“You won’t. You like me.” She shot me a sassy wink. 

“I really don’t. Go get the moonstrider before I change my mind.” I shook her hand, and she hurried back to her crew.

While they returned through the painting, my crew and I took our target, swiftly and without waking him. By the time the humans returned with a very wiggly moonstrider pup wrapped in a tapestry to keep him from biting them, our binding ribbons had turned red and fallen. I picked them up reluctantly, so that their existence wouldn’t contradict the human assassin’s tale of the evening’s events.

Their leader handed me the wriggly pup, who happily licked my cheek and snuggled against me. I couldn’t help smiling to have him back in Xadian hands. “Shh now. You’re safe, and we’re taking you home,” I told him.

“Oi, can I have those ribbons there?” the human assassin leader asked.

“Absolutely not. I’m not letting you plant these at any convenient kill you make.”

She had the audacity to pout at me! I very nearly changed my mind about letting her live. I pointed to the painting. “You have your lives. Now go.”

Her crew sauntered off, and she turned away last. “Alright boys, help me crack this strongbox open.”

We headed back out the window, and I left last. I heard the strongbox lock crack open, followed by three swift thumps. Morbidly curious, I hopped back down into the sill. The assassin I’d spoken with was the only one left alive in the room.

“What?” she asked innocently. “See, this way, you’ve killed all my crew and broken into the strongbox too. Greedy and murderous. The story sounds much better this way. And the four of us can keep this secret much more easily with three of us dead.” She saluted me with her bloodied sword. “Safe travels back to Xadia.”

I left without a word and barely spoke on the journey home. The thought that little discs of gold metal could inspire such behavior sent shivers of distaste through me every time I thought about it.

And now, here I sit in the midst of my own economic crisis. Such irony.

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[philanddanxreader]

No One Will Know. (Tease #2)

Hello, Love bugs! 

Phil x reader

Warnings- smut, swears, public sex.

Tease #1. It sort of connects but it’s not necessary to read it. I will be making a part three very soon. :)

OKOKOKOKOK HERE ME OUT. shy!innocent!reader and jock!Phil are in class and the reader decides to jack Phil off under the desk and consequences happen after school,...., OK I'M DONE WITH MY SINS LOVE YA -Anon

“Well if you're not dating then what are the two of you?” Your friend was up your ass for the millionth time about what you and Phil were. Phil had never used the words will you be my girlfriend. He also never said will you go steady with me. In Fact, the only time the two of you talked was when extracurricular activities happened. Typically during this time, however, the both of you were a bit preoccupied for talking.

“I'm not sure. How about since you're so concerned you go ask him.” she went to go open her mouth again before closing it.

“See. I don't care what we are and neither should you. Now if you would excuse me I have history and we're watching a boring movie so I wouldn't dare to be late.” You smiled at your friend as you left. You felt bad for being sassy but it really wasn't her business of what you and Phil we're doing. You were both being safe with you on the pill and him using a condom every time the both of you fucked. You weren't seeing anybody else and you trusted Phil when he said he wasn't either. You tried to push all of these thoughts away as you rounded the corner to the classroom. You made your way to the back of the room where you always sit. Smiling at your few friends as you pass by them. Just as you settle into your seat you spot Phil come into the room. He doesn't have history with you so it was rather strange. Just as you were about to ask the person beside you the teacher started to ask for everyone's attention.

“Everyone make some room. Some of the boys in my morning class missed the movie from being at practice so they have come to this period to catch up. Now, this video is very important…” You didn't bother to continue to the teacher as his speech was rather boring and you have other people on your mind. Phil had spotted you when he first walking in and he made it his mission to sit beside you through this snooze fest. You couldn't help but smile when you saw Phil come over to your table to fill in the partner spot that was empty.

“Hello love.” Phil placed a quick kiss to your cheek as to not be caught by the teacher. You, of course, blushed from his public display of affection. Luckily the lights were turned off before Phil could see the pink rush to your cheeks.

“Hey. how did you manage to pick the same class as mine to make up for the movie?” You heard a shh as the film was started and the room was completely quiet. The teacher sat back at his desk to get to work on his computer as his class watched the most boring video on millennials ever.

“Just my sixth sense I guess.” Phil was whispering so close to your ear that his hot breath tickled you. The goose bumps really rose as you felt Phil's hand snake it's way up your thigh to rest as he squeezed it every so often.” The both of you sat like this for a long while until you started to become uncomfortable. So as you shifted in your seat you noticed something that you hadn't noticed before. Phil was trying to hide his hardening cock. There was no way you were going to let this go. As you leant into him to whisper you couldn't help but smile as he shifted carefully towards you.

“ My my love. What do we have here?” You went to move your hand towards Phil's member before feeling his large hand around your wrist.

“Not happening pet.” The strain in his voice was evident as the fact that you now know his little secret was going to make calming down his friend even harder.

“I didn't know that you were into documentaries as a kink. You surprise me every day.” Phil loves to tease but hates being on the receiving end of it. You took the opportunity to your full advantage.     “Remember that time that you fucked me in the boys change room after school?”

“What are you getting at pet?” You had Phil's complete attention.

“Oh, i'm just reminiscing.That was the start of our hmm what would you call this little relationship of ours.” You couldn't help but hear your friend's voice in your head. You really didn't need a label but it's not like you knew what this was. Phil paused as he looked away from you and at the teacher to make sure he wasn't looking.

“Oh love. You’re mine.” Without even thinking another second Phil crashed his lips into yours. It was like all of the other kisses you have ever had with Phil. Every time he kisses you your stomach flips for a second. You tried to deepen the kiss before Phil pulled away as he bites the tip of his tongue.

“Not fair.” Phil quickly kissed you again before looking at the front of the class like he was a good student. He was content that he had gotten you back for the teasing and he was now putting a pin in it for a moment. You couldn't help but let out a sigh. You tried to pay attention again but you just couldn't bother to care. He was distracting you and he didn't even know it. He was this weird lanky guy who blew your mind when he would fuck you. His beautiful blue eyes would burn into you when the two of you would cuddle after fucking. You could talk to him for hours about nothing with him and never get bored. Just so you were letting your mind wander you decided to say fuck it. It didn't matter if you were going to get punished later. He did things to you that made your libido take over any proper thoughts. You reached across Phil's lap to put your hand on his thigh. Phil didn't even think about looking down as he knew you would never disobey him. You loved it rough and dirty but something you never did was break his rules so you would have to be punished.

Well, Phil was sorrily mistaken as he felt you hand graze over the still semi hard cock over his jeans.

“You realise that if you continue you will be in trouble.” He still didn't look at you and you were thankful for that because if he were to look at you his gaze would stop you immediately.

“I'm a big girl Phil I know what I'm getting into.” Phil simply lifted an eyebrow before leaning back a little in his chair. You lucky sat in the back corner of the room. The other bonus was that the classroom was once a science lab so you were behind a large table with edges that could hide any discouraged events. You continued to palm Phil as you felt him slowly get harder under your touch. You gained another wave of confidence and decided to attempt to undo the button on Phil's jeans. The problem, however, s trying to undo a button with one hand. You started to get frustrated before you felt Phil's hands push you away from a second so he could undo his pants for you.

Phil leant in to kiss under your ear before whispering into your ear. “I couldn't wait forever.” You were thankful for his help as it made everything much easier. Reaching your hand under the fabric of his tight jeans you continue until you find Phil's fully erect member over his boxer briefs. For the first time, Phil let a little moan out of his lips as he closed his eyes in pleasure. The both of you are bad at patience so you couldn't wait much longer before freeing his member completely. He was already dripping precum as you ran your hand from the top to the base of him. You continued this motion slow and rough before focusing on the tip. You ran your finger along the ridge of his cock making sure to also pay attention to Phil's face as you continued. His face screamed enjoyment so you figured he was pretty happy. You wanted to desperately take him in your mouth to taste him. Nothing makes you happier than seeing Phil be happy as you bob your head on his beautiful member. Just as you really start to find another rhythm you felt Phil's hand reach it's way to your thigh to squeeze.

“I'm not going to last. What do we do?” Phil was under your control. You could just stop and leave him hard and frustrated. You aren't that sick so you decided to do god work and crawl under the desk. Phil looked surprised as he watched you go under the desk. He didn't have any time to complain however because your tongue was already on the ridge of his tip collecting the precum. You couldn't take all of Phil in because gagging under the desk would most likely give what was happening away. So you tried your best at taking what you could while running your tongue on the bottom of his cock. Suddenly you felt Phil's hand on the back of your head as you felt the hot streams of cum shoot into your mouth. You would almost pay to watch Phil's reaction while trying to keep his cool in a class full of his peers. Once you finally licked Phil clean you came back from under the desk to sit in your chair as if nothing even happened.

“I don't know if I should thank you or spank you.” Phil was still trying to catch his breath as you took a swig from your water bottle.

“Why not both?” Phil laughed as he kissed your cheek.

“Later pet. I think we have had enough excitement for one period.” He wasn't wrong. Thankfully no one saw. Or at least no one told on the two of you because when the bell rang everyone acted normal and just moved on with their day.You waited for Phil outside of the room to say goodbye but just as you were waiting for your friend spotted you standing near the door.

“Hey! How was class?” You went to say something but you were abruptly stopped by Phil's chaste kiss.

“Have to run love. I will drive you home from school today. Meet me at my car.” You nodded as he jogged off to god knows where. Just as your mind wandered you were dragged back to earth by your friend calling your name.

“Y/N. God! What was he even doing in your class?” She tilted her head in the way your mother would when she was waiting for an explanation of your actions.

“He missed his class so he made up for it in my period. Not a big deal.” You couldn't help the tone of your voice. You could honestly care less about her opinion of your relationship with Phil anymore.

“You are not getting in his car.” You didn't know if it was because of the fact that she was ruining your mood. Or that she didn't even know Phil like you did but you couldn't deal with it anymore.

“Thanks for your opinion mum but I think I will be fine.” You walked away towards your next class to hopefully get your mind off of her and back to the happiness you just had minutes ago.

It was after school and you had been waiting at Phil's car for the past ten minutes. You were just about to give up when you saw him crossing the parking lot in a huff. Phil was a pretty calm guy so it was weird to see him so angry. You heard the doors unlock as you got the hint that Phil wanted you to get in. You did so tossing your bag in the back as you crawled in. You waited the few seconds before Phil crawled in the car.

“Do you want to talk?” Phil shook his head as he started the car. It almost scared you at how quiet he was. “Where are we going?” Once at a red light, Phil finally spoke for the first time in a few minutes.

“We're going to your place. I haven't forgotten what you did this morning.” You became quiet again. You knew that Phil needed the next few minutes to calm himself down and get into the right mindset.

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