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Don’t Forget pt two

Aizawa x reader

Part one here

Part three here

warning- none I think haha

You get moved in and settled pretty quickly, the teachers and students now lived in dorms which you thought was really cool. Everything was different since you last saw it and you were filled with an overwhelming nostalgia and excitement being back.

You couldn’t help but wonder about the boys you used to be friends with, you fell out of contact after a little while, the time change being extremely hard since your family moved to America, you didn’t google him, you didn’t google anyone, you thought it would hurt too much to know anything. You hoped he was happy, but avoided thinking about him, the thought of him having a family gave you acid reflux so you avoided it.

The teacher apartments were furnished but you had a few things delivered from your last apartment that would make the place feel more like home, mostly decorations like fairy lights, tapestries, and pillows, but you also brought a frame of a picture of you, Hizashi, Oboro, and Aizawa at a sports festival. A picture you kept on your dresser the last 12 years and since you were back here it felt right to keep it that way. Once you unpack all of your things and hang up all of your clothes you decide to run to the grocery store and walk around the city you grew up in.

The first place you went was the home you used to live in. You stand across the street as you look at the house, it has a new roof and has been repainted, it’s now dark green instead of the white you used to know. You take a picture of it and text it to your mom, you don’t expect her to reply yet, she’s probably asleep by now with the 14 hour time difference on the east coast. You smile at the nostalgia you feel in your heart before turning back and heading to the store near the school, walking down the paths you used to take before, smiling the whole time.

You get about a week of groceries, enough to carry home and have it not be too much, but you couldn’t resist when you saw the watermelon… which led you to struggle carrying your bags and a melon the half a mile back to the school. Of course it was hard but you mostly found it amusing, your quiet giggles making the people you passed look at you funny. All except one, who knew exactly who you were the moment he saw you, this wasn’t the first time he saw you struggle carrying a watermelon.

“Is that.. MYYYY ~ YYY////NNNN BUUGGG~???” the people around you groan and quickly run away from the loudness of Hizashi’s voice, everyone but you, your eyes popped up to find him, his signature yellow hair was longer but he still styled it the same, he had new glasses though, and a mustache?! “YAMS!” you shout back and his laugh fills your ears as he runs towards you, his arms out to hug you.

“Woah woah YAMS!! BE CAREFUL! MY MELON” you shout as he just laughs loudly, hugging you and lifting you up, your bags falling to the ground and your melon cracking in two as it hits the sidewalk. “Damn it Yamada!” you yell, his voice is singsongy as he responds in between his laughs “OH COME ON Y/N YOUR HANDS ARE FREEE NOWWWW so ~HUG~ME~BACK!~” your arms snake around him as you laugh, your ears already ringing and the people steering clear around you.

“Yams how have you been?” you say when he finally frees you, your hand reaching up to cup his face, “you’re so old now” you say with a chuckle as your thumb brushes against his mustache, he pushes your hand away and scoffs “come on Bug, we’re the same age” you laugh “I know! I’m old too!” you both laugh and he helps you pick up your groceries “I’ll bring you another melon later, I was headed to the store now myself.” he smiles and you chuckle “thank you, I would appreciate it. You know how I feel about melons” he nods with a laugh “I would never forget! So what are you doing back?” you stomp your feet in excitement “Nezu told me to keep it a secret until the meeting tomorrow but..” “YOU’RE THE NEW TEACHER?!” You nod while looking at him and he just about loses his shit in excitement “THIS IS AMAZING! SHOUTA IS GOING TO DIE” your eyes widen and he nods at you, reading your mind “HE’S A TEACHER TOO! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!” you laugh in shock and then his eyes light up in a way you are all too familiar with.

With heavy convincing on Hizashi’s part, you reluctantly promised to wait until tomorrow to surprise Aizawa that you are the new teacher, which made you about a billion times more nervous. You get back to the teachers quarters, walking into the building you were now nervous to accidentally run into him, you look around before making your way to the elevator, you peak your head out the elevator door before exiting and then quietly walk down to your apartment, but before you get there, the name outside the door across the hall from yours catches your eye ‘Shouta Aizawa’

“Fuuuckkk!” you say as your eyes look over to your door, scrambling to slide your name off the metal holder. You quickly try to unlock your door after you hear movement behind his,the sound of your bags rustling sounding so loud in your ears before your door opens and you slip inside accidentally slamming the door behind you. You collapse against it, your heart beat loud in your ears and against your ribs as you slide to the floor, your bags hitting the ground as you let go of the handles, taking a moment to breathe and calm your racing heart. If he was anything like you remember, he wouldn’t come to say anything, he would be meeting the new teacher tomorrow and he would probably not want to bother since it was unnecessary, you just hoped he didn’t see the name card.

When you heard his door open you held your breath until you heard his footsteps retreat down the hall. God, waiting until tomorrow was going to take everything. ..

...And as you realized after noticing you kept listening to see when he got back, you didn’t have it in you to wait. After 11pm you realized he might not come back for a while, so you decided to do something, still keeping your promise to Hizashi, you snuck out your door, looking down the hallway, before you took the step across the way and put a sticky note on his door that just said “surprise :)” before heading back into your apartment and heading to bed, where you will hopefully convince yourself to sleep before the big day.

“Surprise? What the hell does that mean?” his eyes flick to your door, he'd knock if it wasn’t 2am. The only place it could have come from was the new teacher. You pop into his mind but he shakes his head, no it couldn’t be you. He heard that the new teacher was a man, Hizashi said he met him at the store. He sighs, taking the note off his door and heading inside. Already grumpy about all the sleep he has missed out on.

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writingsofmyimagination · 4 years

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Conjecture |12|

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Links to other parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |11|

So this will be the penultimate chapter :)

Hope you guys have enjoyed the series.

Words:4600

Rating:18+

Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSM themes, Sub Yoongi, Slight exhibitionism maybe, squirting, pegging) Swearing, alcohol comsumption. General sass.

Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings

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I’ve done some Domme reader stuff that I haven’t done before so please comment on how i did :P

It’s been two months since Yoongi heard those three words slip past your lips from your lips in the hotel room. He made love to you that night like you couldn’t believe. He didn’t let you lift a finger because you were exhausted, especially after the performance and the emotional drainage loaded onto you that day. He worshipped your body, like the goddess he truly believed you were. Everywhere your body liked to be touched received his lips in the form of a kiss or light nip. Your body was subject to wave after wave. You were left a wrecked, exhausted shaking victim of his tongue technology.

It had been a week since Yoongi had heard you mutter those words in person. You’d been in the in the States. You’re reunion was going to be at a house that you knew pretty quickly you’d wanna excuse yourselves from. The … had been gently stroking at your walls since you left the airport. You were slowly getting needier and needier and every bump and damn pot hole was making it worse. If Yoongi had been good and done what you’d asked then he would have a smooth silicon butt plug making him just as needy.

Why do I do this to myself

-How long are you going to be?-

-Missed me huh? :P-

-Is it a crime? And besides Tae keeps trying to get me to dance and linking arms with me…help-

-Lol, I will pay extra to see this. I’m here anyway-

The bass could already be felt through the lit porch. The wide white door with gold embellishments; the window to the party inside. The house was extravagant, so says Greek god of music Apollo posing for the stone fountain you passed on the way to the porch.

“About time you showed up, pretty sure Yoongi is swamped with Tae affection and needs you” Lee chuckled welcoming you inside.

“I’ll make sure I take my time getting a drink then, thanks for inviting me by the way”

The annex floor war marble, the black pattern laced in the white marble resembled mosaic, this room was clear but the noise flooded out through the open living room door.

“Oh please, how much have we worked together these past two years. You basically lived in my here for two months this year” He wasn’t wrong he’d near enough help you produce most of your last album.

“Alright! I was just being polite jeez!” he slid your coat off your shoulders storing in in the cloak room large enough to be a childs room.

You followed him through to the king sized kitchen. The flurry of people drifting in and out, in addition to the smalls groups conversing conveniently next to the generous snack table the kitchen appeared to be much more cramped. You responded to a few smiles and waves in turn; there was a fair share of Idols around; as well as dancers, producers and various other roles from the music industry. All the alcohol bottles were shoulder to shoulder along the back of kitchen unit.

“Mixers all in the fridge, you good?”

“Yeah, yeah” you were already eyeing up the different flavour gins. His only response was a thumbs up and he merged seamlessly through the people and out the back sliding doors.

Mid pouring the lemonade arms wrapped round your front and you were squeezed tightly, all with added sound of a high pitch squeal.

“Oh my god I’m soo glad to see you” Sophie squealed. When you were released you turned to find her and a couple of the hair stylists from your company equally brimming with slightly drunk infused glazed over eyes. Karen was already handing you a shot. Sambuca! The worst!

When your sambuca disgust face twitching stopped you followed the girls outside. The sun was low in the sky, ready to pass the illumination baton on to the tall lamps dotted around the pool. The swimming pools lights were already glistening below the calm blue as perfect yellowy ovals. The calm blue was disturbed by a couple of splodges of green, white and pink; an inflatable dinosaur and unicorn ring were happily bobbing on the surface. Untouched, for now at least. You didn’t need to scan the mass of smart casually dressed people around the pool for long until Hobi’s laugh pierced through the music yanking your gaze to where your legs were now taking you.

Of course, it was right next to the music deck. Underneath the permanent veranda. ….. had moved his music deck outside, as far as you could tell there was no one actually manning so the music must be from the speakers with just the option to mix. You clapped eyes with Tae, a grin and an amused shake of your head greeted him. He chuckled, Yoongi’s hand captured firmly under his arms. You shushed him. You wanted to enjoy every miniscule reaction up close. Yoongi was naturally trying to pull away from affection to find solace in the chairs in front of him. When you were easily within range Tae let go stepping behind for you to come darting behind Yoongi wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I swear to god I will end you!” Yoongi warned, blind to the more feminine hands at his waist. The other boy’s mouths dropped which hastily got covered to shield their amusement.

“Rude!”

His body stiffened before fighting in your grip to turn and face you

“Babe.. I’m so sorry I thought you were Tae” You kept your face straight for as long as you could to enjoy the panic washing over Yoongi’s face. It was a mere and feeble few seconds before you erupted into a giggle. You could feel eyes migrate onto you; as much as you were amongst your own industry and there were no paparazzi the two of you were still pretty big news.

“Hey” the saccharine low voice melted into you like butter on a hot crumpet.

“Hey” you replied, his hands dropped to envelope yours into a squeeze. His lips were screaming to you, begging for yours to comfort them but you were not a huge PDA fan. Yoongi who seemed more than happy using you as an excuse to go sit down and out of the zone of dancing Tae; who’d now moved onto Jin who was much more pliant.

“You look nice” Yoongi spoke plainly clambering through the glasses on the table until he reached his wine.

“I look nice?” You mocked teasingly

“You haven’t seen me for a week and you just say I look nice?” you goaded further. His eyes rolled, smile twitching at his lips.

“God! you’re sooo demanding what do you want me to say?” he whined sparkle glinting in his eyes.

“I missed you, can’t wait to have what nice clothes you are wearing on the bedroom floor while I fuck you until your begging me to stop”

The remainder of your mouthful of drink sprayed onto the stone, darkening Infront of you. Your glance quickly scanning your immediate surroundings for potential heard ears. Your core clenching around your toy. The dampness of your underwear becoming mildly uncomfortable.

Did he just?...out loud? Where has my shy Yoongles gone

“Well… I mean that’s certainly more… interesting”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, not bad, if it was me though I probably woulda said… missed you can’t wait to have my mouth round your cock drinking down your cum”

“Ooof touché. Now no more otherwise you’ll start giving me…issues. Where’s Sophie and Karen disappeared off to?”

“Well we wouldn’t want that would we” pecking him on the cheek.

“No doubt to get me more shots to catch up, has Lee played your track yet?”

“Not yet he’ll, he’s got my memory stick”

“You trusted him with the password? Bitch you don’t even give that to me!” you whined.

“Damn right I don’t last time I did you put our private videos on there, I don’t need that kind of distraction when I’m at work”

“Not my fault you have no restraint”

You were right. Sophie and Karen had fought their way back over to you each with two glasses in their hands. Jaegerbombs.

“The hot tubs freee and has our name on it…” You’d packed your bikini in your overnight just for this. You wrote some of your favourite tracks from your last album in that hot tub.

“You saw Lee wave at Yoongi flagging him over

“You guys go I’ll be like 5 mins, got to hear what my boys made”

“Babe, you’ll hear it wherever you are, you go I’ll catch you in a bit” The kiss to your forehead signalling finality

“Fine!” you huffed squeezing his hand off your waist

“Sure it’s not just because you want me in a bikini quicker?” you teased out loud.

“You flatter yourself way too much” He countered acting disinterested; the glint of insincerity clear as day through his eyes. The hand he’d refused to let go now slid from his grasp.

The appeal of the hot tub was it was embedded into the floor. You stepped down into the shimmering warmth. A square area immediately around the circular pool the floor matched that you’d find in a sauna. You’d be on your knees on the seat of the tub, relaxing undulation of bubbles swarming your skin while you’d be writing lyrics on the wood, elbows growing sore with how fast your ideas were flowing out. The biggest appeal was the one-way glass, you could see the pool and if the patio pool area was free of swarms of people you had an aesthetic view of the skyline. The blanket of lights from the sea of buildings of Seoul.

The flow of water was circling and bubbling away, diffusing weakly into your tired muscles. The condensation had made the room soothingly stuffy and warm. The one-sided glass leaving the three of you in a tranquil heat filled space. You’d initially packed an overnight bag as you weren’t sure if you’d be staying at Yoongi’s or yours. You’d packed a few… extra things for Yoongi which you made sure were coated underneath the pyjamas.

The music filtered through the speakers in the top corner of the room, your ears alert for Yoongi’s new music that he’d refused to share with you. You’d tried every legal blackmail your mind could possible to torture Yoongi. When it came to music you’d very quickly learned he was as stubborn and private as you. You’d only hear it when he was happy for everyone to hear it; the only way you’d hear something before was if you were actually collaborating.

“Don’t you think Kihyun is looking damn good tonight” Karen cooed.

“You’d eat that boy alive” you chuckled

“How do you know I haven’t already?” she challenged from the side of the hot tub, the thin waves of steam failing to cover her deceptive smirk.

“Oh come on! you know Wonho would have told me” triumph filled the air. The three of you shared amusement

“You still talk to him then?”

“Not as much, but we’re still close”

“Well that’s hardly surprising most of your messages were absolute filth.”

“Well, there is that” you laughed, Sophie blunt as always.

“Anyway cheers girls, you bitches are the best” Glasses klinked, the beat of a song you’d never heard before started seeping into the room

“Oooh this must be it” you buzzed, the lower tones and bars of music ringing true of Agust D.

Your heart thumped to the bottom of your stomach, lead weighted. Blood plummeting southwards leaving your face drained. The sounds reaching your ears unbelievable.

“Well that’s erm different” Both girls eyes on you to gauge your reaction, you’d not moved. Face frozen eyes stuck wide.

“Wait…that’s not you…is it?” Your stiff expression face obviously confirming. The whole intro of the song he’d mixed in was the unmistakeable sounds of your moans. You completely blocked out anything when the lyrics started.

“I’m going to kill that asshole” Your shock morphing into pure anger out of embarrassment and self-preservation from m completely falling into tears.

“That’s a fucking dick move, he didn’t even ask?” mouth falling into a O.

“Would I want to hurt him if he did? I mean Jesus how could he, that’s so humiliating”

“He’s an artist right, you guys get soundbites from everywhere, people won’t even think it’s you. No one would expect Yoongi to do something like that. And it’s remixed pretty good, it’s pretty sexy actually”

“Don’t you even dare support this”

“I’m just saying” Karen shooting to defensive mood

“And anyway, that’s beside the point! How could he do that to me”

He is going to learn the full meaning of in dog house back home and he’d be a fool if he didn’t know that already.

When the songs was at its end the crept open. As soon as you saw his face you made sure you gave him daggers, right now you hoped they were primed and sharp. His hesitant movement into the room, sheepish aware of the wolf’s den he knew he was sacrificing himself to. Swim shorts over his shoulder.

“We’ll just go” Karen elbowing Sophie.

“What the actual fuck Yoongi! Your joking if you think you’re getting in” you seethed. He took a small step forward but no further. The barrier of your blood boiling giving him no choice but to choose wisely and come no closer.

“I’m…sorry, it was a complete accident, please let me explain” He rushed.

“An accident?” you scoffed.

“You don’t make a whole fucking song by accident, I don’t even wanna hear it. Do you know how embarrassing that was?” His head drooped low, eyes regretful looking up desperate at you.

“No one knows it’s you…I”

“You don’t know that! That’s besides the bloody point, you used something private without even asking for permission” He slumped himself down on the wooden bench that ran along half the room.

“I know I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to be played”

“Oh the song you’d made that Lee Asked if you could play at his party you mean?” you snapped.

“I made two versions!” his voice never even raised but it strongly spoken.

“I thought I’d removed that one off the memory stick, he obviously played the wrong one” You churned the fact that actually he’d never meant the song to be heard through the grinder of your thoughts.

“Please forgive me I never meant to…” he pleaded

Fine!

“You know what fine! If you didn’t play it on purpose… just get out I’m too angry, I need to cool off” he stood without a word of contest. He knew by now how hot blooded you were. Eyes never leaving the floor, the now wounded sheep made his way towards the door. His face wringing the anger from your body as quick as it had flared. Leaving you empty with just guilt for company.

“Yoongi wait”

“Want to make it up to me?” He recognised your tone, he recognised the devilish smirk slowly creeping across your face.

“I’ll do anything you want” Instant submission.

Good boy

“Well that’s exactly what I want, lock the door, get changed and come in”

He joined you in simple black swim shorts, his V-lines more prominent than the last time you saw him. As soon as he settled you straddled his lap. A spring recoiling in his arms looping round your waist to hold your hips. He shouldn’t get to touch you, you wanted to pin them but you’d missed his touch too much to argue with yourself. You let it be, for now.

“You need to stop working out” You delayed his reply

“Wh..y” you went onto his lips, hard; catching his bottom lip between his teeth with just a much force. You heard the soundless exhale, a soft breeze from his lips. The growl was stuck in his throat but your hand felt it where it was resting loose on his throat.

“You can’t be hotter than me. Now are you ready to be a good boy and do exactly as I say?” his amused smile switched to an open mouth whine; dragging his hair back in a short tug.

“Well that’s impossible and yes I am yours to use” to hear those words roll off his lips was just…

“Sit up on the side I can’t have you make me cum with all this water” You clambered off him to resume the same position.

“I’ve missed those hands and I know how much you like to use them but to make it more of a punishment I won’t be moaning for you or calling your name” Your ability to do this was partially his fault, when you’d stay at the dorm with the others Yoongi actually wanted to keep things quiet from his brothers. You would always make sure you’d seduce the fuck out of him so he couldn’t refuse. You’d test how quiet he could be and he did the same. So in short it was actually mostly your fault.

You pulled at the bow at the back of your neck, the top flawless in the way it fell from your skin. You held it up biting your lip letting it fall from your hand. Yoongi pulled at the tie just below your hip, bottom lip also disappearing becoming victim of a bite. The lustful coffee swirls of his eyes focused on yours waiting for approval before he removed it from your glistening skin.

The grip of your hands tightening on his shoulders, his hand dipping, tracing his fingers from your neck down, your chest rising under his touch, through the valley of your breasts. His palms flipping up when they reached between your thighs. Pursing the heavy breath through your lips, dissipating the moan in your throat. Both your foreheads pressing together eyes challenging each other in a battle of unbridled lust. Throwing your white flag back with your head when his finger pressed to the front of core, too quickly finding the precious velvet wall. The double hit being in this position his palm was also pressed against your even more precious bundle of nerves. Your neck quickly succumbed to a wave of open-mouthed wet kisses; each igniting a different line of nerves rerouting them between your thighs. Your chest pressed to him your back arched in a perfect crescent. He tilted you back slightly leaning further to you. His fingers could go that much deeper. His palm pressed to your clit with just more pressure. Before your head buried in his neck the unknowing hustle of the people received such an arrogant devilish smirk before a harsh thrust of his hand had you clamping down on his shoulders. He was trying to make you lose your own game. All your moans you made sure were caught in your throat.

“Fuck this is infuriating without you moaning” Yoongi breathed in your ear. His fingers pumping harder.

You could support less and less of your own weight; you became heavier in his hand and lap. He knew he had you.

You fell completely apart, your legs tensed so hard convulsing around his thighs. His fingers still pressed hard to the front of your walls; palm still snug on your clit. He hooked his finger harder inside you, the next pulse of your muscles with the pressure of his fingers right there caused something deeper to release

Your cry flooded past your lips, the moan and expletives loud and breathless in Yoongi’s ear. If his shorts weren’t wet from the hot tub, they’d definitely be soaked with you.

“Did you just?” he asked through heavy exhale, smugness caked on his face.

“I did just”

“That was…so fucking sexy”

“Great punishment” he toyed like a brat.

“Oh babe I’m not done” The glint in your eyes made sure he knew. You tugged his hair dragging his head so your mouth was next to his ear

“I’m going to fuck you from behind while you look out at everyone. I want you think how much of a good boy you are”

“What? You can’t?” you’d already got yourself out of the hot tub.

“And why not?” You challenged, fully prepared for his response.

“Don’t you need…”

Yes I do you thought to yourself holding the harness in your hand

“You brought that to a house party?” the wideness of his eyes briefly sheltered the mischievous creases that built in the corners of his lips.

“Well I was hoping I’d be coming to stay at yours”

“But seriously…here?” he still challenged

“Oh so you don’t mind making me squirt like that, but fucking you is a bit too far?”

You butted in before the guy had a chance to respond

“Now stop being a brat, I want those off and you bent over the side of the tub” The lack of smile and piercing eyes dissuaded any more backchat.

The gold metal buckle lightly pinched the skin at your hip as you stepped into the pool. Yoongi’s head already resting on his arms. He exhaled through his teeth, your hand gently reached around and wrapped at the base of his cock.

“Are you so hard it hurts yet?”

“Getting there” he admitted, the colour fading back into his knuckles when you let him go

“Well you’re not going to cum from this” you warned.

“That’s never not happened” The complaint coming through a low echo with his head weighted on his hands

“You’ve been doing sooo much better. You’re just going to try extra hard for me today. Promise I won’t make it too difficult”

“If you do then you’ll just have to go without making me cum for a month. And you know I’ll make you watch when I do it myself”

“Ready?” hand slick with raspberry lube stroking the thin purple silicone shaft.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry for playing that song…ugh!” If he was going to say anymore, he didn’t with you teasing

“Thank you, now ask for it. Ask for your punishment like a good boy” His head took a quick glance up soaking up the view. He couldn’t deny it had definitely become quite a kink. The danger and the audacity of it just ruffled his feathers in all the right ways.

You deemed the silence too long. Fingers skipping up his spine, twizzling in his hair. Sharp tug.

“Ugh!”

“I’m waiting”

“Fuck me…please… I won’t cum…I don’t deserve it” His words hitting you like honey, sweetening right in between your thighs

“God, you drive me crazy when ..” Your leg propped up, hand resting at the base of his neck. Another hand tight on the masterpiece of his ass.”

His head dropping, groans deep in his throat. Hips slow pressing into him.

“Head up, look straight” Knocking your hips in a jolt against him

“I want you looking at all those people while I fuck you”

“Do you think they’ll be surprised to know how much you love it when I have you from behind” You leaned as far forward as you could, slithering your words at the top of his spine. Feeding into his love for you dirty mouth.

He was attempting to choke his moans away, half conscious of the open space of the room. He was struggling to hold himself together. When he’d whine a certain way, you knew he was close so you’d stop and give him a moment to control himself. You weren’t feeling cruel enough to actively try and make him fail.

Your hips had slowed now, and the long drawn tortured moans you were rewarded with. Oof. You could have quite easily stopped and wrapped the mouth he loved so much around his cock and given him the release he so desperately needed. You didn’t.

“I…can’t…anymore” he panted, exhausted. You still inside him pushing your hips to meet his ass once more

“Say please”

“Fuck please!” he cried. The desperation calling your punishment satisfactory. The top half of his body collapsed onto his arms. A beautiful panting mess of your own creation.

“Now I’m so hard it hurts” he breathed, muffled. Buckles undone, harness carried to the bag. Satiated smirk solid on your lips. You made no attempt to hide it when you re-joined him back in the tub. He shuffled round and slid fluidly onto the seat. The creases around his eyes glistening with tears. You swept them away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

“Such a beautiful boy. Such a mess for me”

“I’ve been good, please…let me cum…Babyyy” Oh god the whine was sounded so perfectly with need and beauty. You were actually impressed he managed it. He’d normally come undone pretty quick.

“Fine, you can cum but… you have to tell me, and you only get my hand” His hands excitedly grabbing your hips as you sat on his lap; gasping when you most definitely on purpose guided his cock through you as you lowered yourself.

He really was desperate.

He breathed a curse as your thumb rolled over his tip. Eyes automatically firing warnings your way. Inhaling your bottom lip between your teeth, the evil smirk responding. You are still in control and you are not done.

Back arched into his chest, hand spread at the base of his neck. Lips dangerous, finding that spot he loves you to clamp down on.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long” he breathed already flushed trying to contain himself. The small bulge of his adams apple bobbed underneath your lips, his legs stiffened in between yours. You kept your hand movements slow and deliberate. Wanting to drag each long groan past his lips that you could.

“Is that nice baby?” Asking the obvious you knew but you wanted to hear it.

“Mmm so…” his words choked as your hand worked faster. His fingers locked tighter onto the outside of your thighs, head dropping back mouth agape stuttered soundless whimpers. Your hand constricting the side of his throat coaxing him to just topple off the edge.

“I’m going to…” Your hand abandoning his cock before his hips started spluttering. Even though you still had pressure on that beautiful milky throat of his. The sweet exasperated groan and breathy curses tweaked the sides of your lips up. His tortured pupils looking so feebly at you, devastated you’d just ruined his climax that he was gagging for. The water settling around you, your arm dragging droplets round his scapula, rolling down his chest perfect little drops.

Wet hands toying with the bottom of his hair line.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that” his chest still rising and falling in rapid undulations beneath you.

“And you know you can’t get enough of it” you countered pressing an adoring kiss on his plump lips.

“Babe you seriously gotta stop trying to leave me like this” it was a weak tired plea more than being a brat so you forgave him. If you ruined him just right, he’d stay hard; giving you plenty of extra play time. You retrieved your bikini halves from where they were shamelessly dropped. Facing the gap in the wall towards the changing area wringing out your hair; your ass a full spectacle to him to enjoy.

“Well I won’t because we’re not finished and you’re going to come and fuck me against the wall”

He followed you through into the changing rooms like the absolute love-struck horny puppy you know he is and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

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hobslobster · 5 years

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Hajskkd I love watching joon knowing he’s not good at cooking and using his Genius brain to figure everything out -bonvon

THE END IS IN SIGHT!!! (Not tonight lol I wish but definitely tomorrow!) I don’t have that much left on the last one which is 華 and oof it’s just taking me forever because the rows are so long and that’s why I saved it for last, but I’m almost there -bonvon

I finally finished after 6 days and feel free -bonvon

namjoon uses his iq of 148 to figure out how to measure butter and i respect that. and !!!!! YAYYAYSYSAIUHLSDJ YOU’RE FREEE sdlkfj it must feel nice to be done!! does it look pretty?

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The only reason Amarantha wasn't dead yet was because she had Helion. But something was happening, changing. Helioj hadn't cared for what he needed to do - what type of actions he needed to take. He'd wanted her alive, she'd wanted to be alive.

Amarantha was a means to an end. She used people so why couldn't they use her. She was alive, she was High Lady. She was finally able to exist as a person again. She'd only been free like this for 3 years. It was still disconcerting to not feel Helion the sane way she had before.

Amarantha had been able to give them the last piece they needed. She hadn't seen him, really been able to speak to him in three years.

She looked up from the petitions she'd been reading when she heard shouts and running. She grabbed her dagger striding to the front of Day's Palace. She didn't hear the servants or the staff, none of it mattered when he was smiling at her like that. She stumbled down the steps the dagger taken or dropped as she tackled him in a hug.

"Is it done? Is it finally over? Are you home now?"

//Ayyy Nesi is freee!!! For Heli!!!//

Three years was as long as an eternity for him, but at least they had the moments when they were alone. Moments when he allowed himself to wander down that bond, when he allowed his voice to reach out to her to remind her that he was there, that he loved her. The blessing of her being returned to him was more than he could ask for, the fact that they had been able to utilize Amarantha in that moment made the 50 years he had been Under The Mountain worth it.

Being returned home though, striding towards the front of the palace, he couldn't barely keep his smile contained. He was returning to her, he was coming home to her. Yes, he loved his court and his people, but without her, it wouldn't seem as bright. She was his day, she was his sun. He watched as she stumbled down the steps, his arms opened wide as she came to him, his arms tightening once she tackled him into a hug.

"I'm home," he murmured into her hair, kissing her ear. "I'm home and we are free, it is over. We can live the life we wanted, we can have our happiness." Helion didn't care who watched, who saw. Let them talk of the love their High Lord had for their High Lady, his beloved mate. "I missed you."

#Muse | Helion

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onebritneydirection · 7 years

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Are people going to say "Harry is freee!!!! This is Jeff that is doing it because he hates Louis and wants to destroy him and Harry hates him too! He's going to be a guest judge cause he can stole Louis' role11!!1!!1!1!1!!1!!!!!1"?

Well anon, to be fair, now it’s only a rumour, so we’ll see. But I’m side-eyeing that meeting UA’s apparently knew about Harry having diner with simon a month or so ago.

I know people disagree, but I have always thought that if he is staying with Sony, that means Harry is not 100% free as some people say he is. So it will be interesting - if that finally happens - how’s the situation with Louis at that moment.

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oh-styles · 7 years

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Something About A Promise - Snippet

Hello, and welcome to the project I’ve been working on for nearly a month and a half now. Will I complete it? Who knows. In the meantime, here’s a short bit of it. Featuring impatient/annoyed/at wits end Harry, and Drunk Niall.

“B-babe, want to hear a j-joke?” You’ve managed to flip over and crawl onto your knees, the world still spinning far too fast to get back up on your feet.

“Not particularly.”

Harry was many things, and calm, cool and collected were a few, but it was today, at two in the morning, standing half-naked in his kitchen with two drunk guests, he was losing patience quick.

“W-what’s the difference between a—” You snicker, holding a finger up to your lips as you try to collect yourself. “Okay. A-a G spot, and a golf ball.”

Harry side-eyes Niall who has his hand covering his mouth, waiting in anticipation of the punchline he more than likely had told you earlier that evening.

“A guy will actually s-search for a golf ba—” You don’t have the chance to finish before you’re succumbed to such laughter that not much noise has the chance to escape your mouth.

He had to admit, it did send the corners of his lips to lift for a moment.

“Niall, how did you get here?” Harry glances at Niall who has joined you in a mess of giggles, his entire body using the counter as support. “Niall.”

“A car.” He snickers. “How else?”

A smartass and a comedian are what he’s dealing with tonight apparently.

“Tell me you didn’t fucking drive.” He looks back down at you for an answer, but he’s only met with your arm stuck awkwardly inside your dress. Before he has a chance to question your antics, you swiftly remove your bra from your attire with an achieved grin. “Babe, no—”

“I’m freee,” you sing, throwing the bra in the direction of your shoes as Niall can only stare in awe.

“’Right, ‘m taking her to bed—” It’s the feel of delicate fingers lingering against the waistband of his boxers that causes him to strop abruptly, only to find the woman, who he is trying not to get horribly mad at, seconds away from tugging his shorts down. “Christ—Jesus—”

“I want a taste—” Instantly your wrists are bound in his hands as he takes a step back.

“Niall, did someone drive you?”

He’s reached the end of his patience, and the mere thought of his best mate behind the wheel of the car, as intoxicated as the both of you are, with you sitting passenger, only adds fuel to the fire.

“M’man Rupert. He—uh, he’s somewhere.” Niall finally responds, tugging a hang through his hair.

“Love, love! W-what’s the difference between anal sex and oral sex?” A small voice chirps up below him. Harry closes his eyes and prays to find the will to get through the next few minutes of this ordeal.

“Y-yeah, he’s outside.”

“Oral sex makes your day. A-and anal sex makes your hole weak.” You’ve lost yourself in another fit of mute giggles, Harry’s grip on your wrists loosening enough for you to scurry away.

“Thank you. Now, go home, mate. Y’drunk.”

“Funny.” Niall responds, folding his arms across his chest. “If y’can’t tell, she had more than me, and I’m not the one undressing on yer kitchen floor.”

Harry attention is brought back down below him as he catches you struggling to remove the second strap of your dress, one already managed to break free. He’s instantly hunching over, pulling a strap back up and standing you back on your feet, not removing his hand placed firmly along your backside.

“I don’t feel good.” You mutter quietly, your body breaking out into a cold sweat.

“Niall—” It’s a single warning, and quickly understood.

“Okay, okay.” He goes to grab his jacket off one of the barstools, and pauses to glance over at your slumping body. “Mate, she doesn’t look good.”

Before anyone has the chance to get another word in, your drinks of the night make a return onto the ceramic tiles, and harry can only stare up at Niall with enough irritation that left him leaving without another word.

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mytvlovelies · 7 years

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The Final Problem, just a little perspective:

Now don’t get me wrong, I am aware whole heartedly that this issue, and this series had its many issues, and we didn’t get the ending we were hoping for/had reason to believe was coming. I also love this show and even though I don’t have a very prominent presence, I obsess over this and Johnlock has been the only thing I looked forward too for months; I watch the show with my sister who is a casual and I lot really helped me see it without just sheer betrayal.

With that all said this episode was good (not what we were hoping for and not fitting to the mood of the show currently) but good. - What I think Moftiss was trying to accomplish was bringing the show back towards its roots, of it being John and Sherlock solving cases together like in season 1. This was a series of cases (with a personal touch) that they had to solve in order to regain a normal, in their sense of the word, life. - And what the point of Eurus’ ‘game’ was to get rid of Sherlock’s emotion and sentiment. She was jealous of Victor and the fact that she couldn’t make that kind of connection with someone, so make Sherlock ruin his relationship with Molly, make him choose who to kill b/w sentiment and logic, which she thought he would choose to keep Mycroft, the logic, but instead he chose sentiment for them both (which was a good sherlock moment - This was also clearly meant as redemption for John. Many, or most, have spent that last two so begins upset with him, with good reason, and it wasn’t till the end of TLD that John was getting back in good graces. In TFP John has fallen back into to his true soldier mode, giving a nice touch to the ep of again sentiment vs logic like way beck when. He is back to being a protector of Sherlock when he realizes what wrong with the prison, he was most concerned about Mrs Hudson when the germane was there cause he care most about others and the entire time he was willing to sacrifice himself for whatever was needed. - Now the ending itself was very ambiguous, and I think that was intentional as well. This ending allows for it to either have a 5th series or for that to be the end of it. With that said, if this is the last ever episode and there is no series 5 then it becomes a little more disappointing because of the quality of the ep, but they wrapped it up for us still. This ep is a lot more enjoyable if there is a fifth because it allows for the fifth to be anything, not constantly having draw backs, it allows for John and Sherlock to be anything, there relationship is fixed and clearly growing, so I believe there is still hope for us;) (even if this is veiled as the biggest queer bait and let down) – John and Sherlock’s relationship truly does still have potential, simply because they didn’t have to kill Mary. If this was the end with nothing for those two in mind, why not let her live, why kill her off. Sherlock and John’s relationship never really got fixed after TRF, they were still hurt and unresolved issues and then TSoT and the Wedding/Marriage didn’t help, only managed to separate them further, but once Mary was gone TLD was an entire ep about fixing their relationship. They are finally back to a healthy state with (mostly) everything on the table. That’s why in TFP their relationship was just as it was before, but not being over played. But they can be in a happy healthy relationship now because of TLD and it was witnessed at the end of TFP #parentlock. Mary’s final dialogue at the end was simply saying that too, that they as a pair are back and stronger with room to grow stronger still, and if they do or they don’t it’s still the two of them. IF there is series five, I think there is hope. -Finally, I feel like everyone went into it with the exception of it to be terrible vex of the last two days but if you were to but that out of your mind, there are some pretty amazing things in this episode (in literally NO ORDER AT ALL) - the fact that Sherlock’s best friend as a child was a mini John Watson - John Watson willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good and so Sherlock wouldn’t have to shoot his brother - Mycroft intentionally being a dick so Sherlock would shoot him instead of his best friend - John's sad little lip bite when Mycroft was telling Sherlock to shoot him -John'a face when he thought Sherlock was gonna shoot him self - Mycroft’s cane sword gun - Sherlock asking if John would be able to call Rosie - Lady Bracknell - the fact that Sherlock playing himself is what he played in ASiB (which theory connects to john ;) for those who know what I’m talking about @quietlyprim) - All Things Jim Moriarty - “I Want to Break Freee” - the violin duet was cool (idc what context) - a good character story, for Eurus and Sherlock - that Mystrade moment at the end - Greg being shocked when Sherlock used his name - Sherlock Holmes is finally a Good Man - rebuilding 221B Baker St., especially the smile - SHERLOCK HOLDING ROSIE AND MOUTHING 'DADDY’ - Sherlock saying John is family - Mrs. Hudson still telling Mycroft how it is - “Still had ten minutes to go” (johns joke about the end of TLD - and if you still hate it after all this, the irony of looking at the screen when Mycroft says it’s all his fault and seeing Moffat and thinking “Yep it is”

Alll in all, I don't think we should give up, "I Know what you have the potential to become is like a beacon for the future, or at least whatever future we choose to interpret. So be pissed at Moftiss, be sad that the tv history made was the fastest decline ever, for the next few weeks months or so just take a step away from this mess created because what happened wasn't fair and our feelings out valid but don't give up on them completely. Sherlock and John, no matter who you ship or thoughts on characters, they are our "Baker Street Boys"

I hope this helps at least some of you enjoy the episode and not give up on the show… but feel free to be pissed cause I still am too

*also if not clear, I am a hardcore johnlock shipper but this post was meant for the entire fandom, with a slight lean towards them who I know feel this agony

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