#I guess you too enjoyed their sexy scenes...I mean how could you not?!! look at them...look at george...

[thedukeofhastingssexyrobe]

Charlotte and george enjoying married life 

#bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #qcabs #charlotte x george #king george iii #queen charlotte #charlottegeorge #george x charlotte #india amarteifio #corey mylchreest #qcabsedit #bridgertonedit #posting this gif because I'm just trying to see something loool #will t-um/b:lr allow me to post it ? !!! who knows let's see loool #during season 1 I used to post this type of content regularly but now t/u:mb:lr won't let me sniiif #if they flag my blog I'll know why hahahahaha #this was my last post I wanted to talk about charlotte x george because I haven't really fangirled over them #but I'm just way too tired lool maybe this week end #edit it worked !!!! thank you tu:mblr you guys have exquisite taste!!! #I guess you too enjoyed their sexy scenes...I mean how could you not?!! look at them...look at george... #look at the way he's dancing on charlotte ?!! michael jackson could #never...george and his kingly hips are unstoppable !!!! #no wonder they had 15 kids !!!!! them hips wouldn't rest !!! #ok this time I'm gone lmao

[sunoosets]

Hiii you are so talented and I just wanted to ask you if you could write about dom jungwon with an s/o that loves doggy style and spanking 🤭🫣

Also I wanted to ask you if you have anons and when that could I please be the 😽 anon??

Have a great day and ty ❤️

aww thank u smmmm!! i only have one anon as of now so ofc u can be an anon:))<3

i decided to merge two asks as i felt like i could:

"DOM!JW PLEASE I'M BEGGING"

i mean.. well, i hope you cuties enjoy this one, it's long, messy, n i was gonna do a longer mirror scene but only made it a few sentences😓 oh well, love u all!!<3

It was a mistake, really, to even dare assume Jungwon was small. To tease him, taunt him. Assume, again, that he was submissive, whiny, and pathetic when it came to sex, and the feel of someone bouncing on his cock.

Jake’s laugh was hearty. Ripping through the tense air as you gently pushed aside Jungwon’s shoulder. A playful act, as you hoped. Yet his eyes had grown dark, and something lingered as he glared in your direction. Not so much an annoyed or frustrated stare, but an intense warning he had left you, paired with his small smirk.

“Nah, Y/n, he looks mad…” Jake held back a second laugh, cheeks puffing up as his breath hitched. His eyes creased as his need to burst grew. “Looks like he might just show you how wrong you are” Jake smiled, and then suppressed the action by settling his pearly teeth into the flesh of his lower lip. You scoffed. Flicking a sidewards glance at Jungwon’s form. “With his one-millimetre defeater?” You spoke, unable to even release those words without the presence of a teasing smile. Jake erupted. Slapping a palm to his knee, and letting slip a loud, melodious chuckle between his growing grin.

When you had set your vision on Jungwon once more, he had shifted. Face twisted toward you where you could clearly see his tongue press up against his inner cheek, and his eyes narrow. For a second, your stomach had flipped, and your heart had slipped it’s way down. Dropping suddenly. You swallowed, and he had seemed to notice the regret upon your features. His sweet, endearing smile flashed, and he grinned. “Would you like to find out the truth, hm?”

Jake had been laughing for at least twenty seconds now. Clearly impacted by crude, 12-year-old genitalia jokes. His blurry eyes had made their way toward an evidently puzzled Heeseung, who had just arrived with his newly plastered frown. “Hee, guess what Y/n just said!” He gasped. Collecting his breath as he twisted within his plush seat.

“Too scared my small cock will hurt you?” Jungwon tempted. Smirk crawling further along his dimple-decorated cheeks. He leant, so his heated breath could meet your jaw during his whispers. You let slip a breathy, almost nervous laugh. Perhaps a scoff. Shaking your head from either side.

“I doubt it would even tickle me.” Your head swivelled, and you smiled proudly. A regretful ache whitening your features when he had simply smirked in return. Lashes falling slowly, calmly. He wasn’t defensive. In the slightest. Your eyes wavered. Averting while he clicked his pink tongue against the roof of his mouth and whispered a sentence that had set a shiver to roll down your perked spine and perhaps even make your lower stomach flutter.

“Only one way to tell.”

His voice was low. Honeyed as it snaked through your ears and made you swallow the thick lump within your throat. He had this subtle sexy confidence, enough to have you on your knees, but where had this been hiding? For so long, he had appeared as a submissive type to you. All whimpers and whines as you suck on his pretty pink tip, but now, with his cocky grin, and the reactions to your teases. It might be you that ends up on all fours, crying his name at the top of your heavy lungs.

The thought was off. Never had you begun to think of cute, innocent Jungwon in such a way.

You couldn’t even comprehend before you were taken by the wrist. His soft, warm palm along your skin as he guides you to his room. You could smell his cologne. Intoxicating. Your head spun, and then thumped when his hands fell against your waist. He pulled you into his chest, trapping you between his ribs. “I wasn’t actually gonna fuck you.” He whispered. Low, and serene. A nonchalant twist of his lips as he holds you close. Peering down through hooded eyes as he wraps his scent around you. Almost pulling the breath from your tight throat.

Jungwon smiled, eyes heavy and dark as they easily traced the outline of your rubbing thighs. His fingers fell, brushing from your side toward your inner leg. The pad of his finger slid, and pressed teasingly between your clothed, and shamelessly soaked lips. Your pussy throbbed at the mere, bare minimum. His slanted smile twitched. “But seeing as your so wet, maybe I should?”

“Would you like that?” His grin was cocky, paired with his lowered voice. His warm breath tangled amidst your hair as his lips landed beside your jaw. Placed closely to the side of your ear. “Do you want to be fucked by my small cock?”

Regret couldn’t have surpassed this stage. It was at a point that the feeling deep within your bones. Dwelling within your squirming, tight stomach. Should be an entirely different word. Perhaps one that has yet to exist.

You swallowed, again. Eyes growing. You suppressed the urge to melt between his fingers. Hand yourself to him. Fall to your knees for him. You gave him a small smile. Your palms were shaky as you buried them between the fabric of his shirt and pulled him near. “Let’s see what you can do..” You whispered, façade slipping, but still stable.

You hadn’t fully given in to him yet. No matter how hard it had become. With his body, warm and soft. His skin sliding along yours, as his shirt was ditched. His golden, gleaming complexion. Smooth to the touch. Had you quietly begging for more. With each stroke your palm took across his abs. Every line you had traced of his skin. The lack of impurities, as his visage glowed.

He set multiple rushed kisses to your parted lips. Overbearing you with his wet, eager motions, before ultimately pushing himself against you and melting into a passionate make-out. His arms snaked, and yours had remained along his heaving chest. Your bodies had been entwined. Your thighs now either side of his waist as you attempt every possible writhe which could set you closer to his heat. Jungwon pulled from your whining lips. Smirk sly as he lifted his hips and rubbed his growing bulge against your clothed clit. You pulsed. Breath becoming fast between his arms, and above his cock. “Can you take it?” He asked, and you had instinctively lowered your head. Quiet, to which he had grinned harder. Dimples popping from between his cheeks. “Wanna get on your hands and knees for me?”

“Yeah.” You had replied. Faster, and more eagerly than you would have liked. Your cheeks had grown warm as he laughed beneath his breath. A gentle, comforting chuckle.

You had always found yourself imagining Jungwon fucking you from behind, as much as you wouldn’t like to admit. The thought of him pushing you down against the bed. Your arms and legs shaky as he ruts himself into you. Constant, rough rocks until you’re a mess in his hold.

Now his fingers were hot as they trailed down your spine. Ticklish, as your stomach flipped. His palm was soft as it pressed into your lower back. Settling there while his fingers had become splayed. Holding you down against his bedsheets. Your knees dug into the mattress, as well as your own palms. Lightly, your fingers wrapped around the blankets. Folding them into a ball you could hold, and grip, to stabilise your shaky limbs.

His cock was hard, clearly leaking as he rubbed his swollen tip against your clit. Jungwon hummed, holding back a whine as he slid his own hand along his shaft. Sighing when a drop of his pre-cum dribbled between your cheeks. With one hand, he held the left side of your ass. His palm moulding the flesh, while you whimpered, and rolled your hips backward, to meet his pink, drooling tip. “Why are you so excited?” He teased. His entire cock sliding between the mess he had made. “It’s barely two inches.” His taunt was light-hearted, as you could clearly hear his stretching smile. Especially the pride that had sunk across his curling lips when his cock had pushed into you. Finally sinking between your plush, clenching walls. His length stretched you wide, pulling both a gasp and a moan from your throat. Your jaw lowered. Ready to let slip the consistent string of whimpers as Jungwon began to move. Roll his hips against your ass. Skin against skin. His cock stroking the deepest parts of you.

He groaned. Head falling backward, as his hips picked up speed. His fast-paced bucks had you shaking. Elbows almost buckling. You were quivering with each rough rock he took into you. Cock squeezing between your tight walls. His hair fell against his vision. Unfortunate. As his dick was twitching at the mere sight of you on your knees for him. Shaky, and whiny. Your ass rolling back against the corrupted air between you and taking his cock so well. He could watch his dick sink into you and could see the way your body shook.

“Am I still small?” Jungwon breathed out. A shaky laugh. He bit his lip, palm massaging the skin of your cheek. “S-shut up.” You stuttered. Face flushed, and gleaming with a sheen of undeniable sweat. Jungwon’s fingers ran smoothly along your ass. The soft skin being handled and traced. Delicately, he lifted his palm and tapped your ass. Two small slaps, that had caused no harm. Your face, however, had lit up, and your tight hole had clenched. Wrapping harsher around his cock while your pussy had swallowed him whole. Jungwon groaned. Voice heavy and loud as you took him. “Ah, Y/n?” His smirk had twitched. “Do you like that?” He questioned, his palm resuming it’s massage. Set lightly on your ass.

You could only moan. Pushing back your hips and creating an arch within your back. His cock slid deeper. Now fully encased between your dripping walls. “Ah, shit…” Jungwon cursed. Softly, beneath his breath. Teeth, clearly biting down into a suppressed smirk.

He rubbed, and then the warmth had supposedly disappeared. His palm lifted, and fell back against your flesh with a sharp, exhilarating slap. You cried at his action. Skin surely red, as he had repeated himself. Breathy sighs evident from his parted lips, while he was set on fucking into you until his pulsing cock had come.

“More, more…” You begged. “Mm fuck.”

All shame now seamlessly evaporating when his cock was buried deep between your walls. Twitching against the tight convulses. Jungwon grunted when his hand met the rosy patch that had been decorated along your skin. His hips lifted, and his skin caressed yours. You were slipping. One final spank, and the feel of his tip slamming the deepest part of you was enough to have you squeeze and make a mess of his dick.

Jungwon’s moans had raised in pitch as he neared. His cock making crude, wet sounds as he pushed through the mixture of white, warm cum. His fingers curled, and gripped your waist, pulling you near as he let the thick stripes of his cum fill your insides. His skin was set against yours. His chest clearly heaving.

“Do you wanna go out there and tell Jake how big I really am?” Jungwon joked between breaths. His chuckle light-hearted as his shoulders fell, and his palms dropped from your skin. His cock slid from within you, letting Jungwon’s warm pleasure release down the sides of your sticky thighs. “I’d rather not..” You sighed, still shaky.

Jungwon fell silent, and then the soft touch of an arm caught you off guard. He had wrapped himself around you, hand flat against your raising stomach as he pulled you back against the comfort of his lap. Between his legs. His breath hit your ear, and a second shiver ran through your spine. It pressed along his back, and straightened when he had let his fingers fall toward your messy clit. “Look at the mirror, baby.” He whispered along your neck. You swallowed, eyes shifting toward the mirror against his bedroom wall. Golden framed with clean glass. Too clear. You couldn’t help but pulse against his heated, smooth hand. His slim fingers had situated themselves either side of your clit, spreading you before your own gaze. Letting the mess drool out from between your puffed-up lips. His cum had filled you to the brim, and now he was showing you the aftereffects. Sly smirk, again, curling upon his lips, as he pressed them to the shell of your ear. He then hummed. “I don’t think a small cock can do this, hm?”

#enhypen smut #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #smut #hard thoughts #hard hours #jungwon hard hours #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader #sunoosetsasks

[wordsvomit101]

This will be a short one, with credits to Hikifans (@shyanimeboi), and here is the link: https://twitter.com/shyanimeboi/status/1778300826995335505

I will use metaphors this, a lot of metaphors for the H-scenes if you're curious. Hopefully it Bible friendly.

Ok here we go

I could never be an MC, like I cannot be a player, I do not have the rizz to think of another man while rubbing another dude's abs like this

Well MC isn't wrong, I barely see his abs in his S card. The guy looks broad but I thought he wore baggy clothes the longer I look at him.

So Ppyong slipped into MC's clothes and touched her soft stomach and apparently, it might be MC's weak spot causing her huha be quaking and ya'll:

It might seem normal but think it is the regular Ppyong saying it. MC is stronger than me cause I would already be laughing at the images in my head

I'm so gonna draw this, but it gonna be Minhyeok wearing what he wears in my other fics-

Are we fighting???

"Was always careful with you"... in what??? In WHAT????

... I guess the reason why I like this ship so much is how it could work. It's weird, but it's not as weird as MC's romances. They literally felt like that side couple or ship in drama media that I often like more than the main couple. I'm also a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope

WOAH OK- Sir you spend too much time with Sitri-

Wait- Hold up- MC has rizz- OMG they have rizz

YO she taco-ed her legs around his thighs and holding his waist and saying all this? Absurd- I could never- The girl got game

You don't have to call me out like that you know?

Idk why but it's kind of wholesome, his smile is so cute that it is hard to focus on the tension. Like that smile is a puppy smile but his hands do be parting MC's rear like Moses parting the Red Sea like- Bro is giving her booty a rubdown treatment

It can be somewhat flattering and comedic in fiction but it would be scary irl, but that's just me

I-🧍- Ihsbhjdabdsjbd- What? What do you mean by that?? *Shaking him on the shoulders* Ayo what do you mean by that??????

I need to calm tf down cause either I'm misreading and misunderstanding his words or the translation sucks but it could mean A FEW THINGS HERE SIR *(¬¬)🙄 bombastic,side eye(¬¬")(◔_◔)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)¬‿¬(ಡ᎔ಡ)( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)* and one of them is how you definitely want to be sandwiched between them-

Ok now this is the cringy smack metaphors territory, don't say I didn't warn you:

Ok so when I said his hands are kneading her double cheeks like dough I mean it, like he could rip both her pants and bum open right there-

Then he went on to ask if Minhyeok had ever seen her making her applesaucy face before and they were sweating because of their sitting marathon session with their hands and Ppyong dead ass told MC to lick his sweat to see if it was the same as Minhyeok.

And MC does what MC does, it doesn't matter if she doesn't know what Minhyeok tastes like, she sucks on Ppyong's face like he is the last ice cream cone in flaming summer. As if his face is a soft serve with zero net carbs, as if he is cannoli gelato, and her tongue is all over it, or in her words "like a dog that stuck his nose in a bowl as soon as the rein is released"

It tastes salty mixing with the sweet scent of flesh if you're wondering and she salivating all over his face. Going full Beelzebub on his face like she is slurping on the finest meal of her life. Hey at least, Ppyong enjoys it👍

Then when Ppyong asked if Minhyeok ever saw her this parched and MC recalled how Minhyeok always came into his room on time after she was done petting the cat, finding Nemo, sexy DIY, etc... you get the gist. MC speculated that Minhyeok was definitely outside waiting for her to be done like a peeping tom, you know, creeper behavior <3/jk

The thought makes MC dripping like a faucet, overflowing like a dam. Then they are back in their hands on investigating shenanigans and we get to the part where it would get the original poster banned on YouTube if they posted there. I also just gonna leave these here, MC is a player istg:

OK that's enough smut for this week bye-

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #minors dni #wordsvomit notes

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Heather)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

#humili sissi

[asexual-abomination]

Getting better Pt. 1

Platonic!Yandere!Sephiroth x Autistic!Physically disabled! Reader

Hello I am back with something and idk if it’s very good but this whole thing was lodged in my brain so I needed to spit it out.

Also the whole elevator scene is almost directly taken from a one shot I once read on here that I cannot find for the life of me. I really wanted to get this out but I also want ask the original writer if they’re okay with me using their idea. If anyone recognises the idea and can send me the original link that’d be great!

CW: single use of the r-slur, if I’m missing anything please let me know!

Oh and also the reader’s physical disability in this is based on my own irl one - I don’t use mobility aids just yet, but I end up in lots of pain very quickly and have to wear joint braces, especially on my legs.

As always, I’m not a professional writer, I have no formal education in writing whatsoever, so any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Hope you enjoy reading!

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You pull yourself up towards the bar, every joint in your body squealing out in pain, despite this being your first exercise of the evening. You had thought, naively, that lifting your own body weight should be doable, especially since it took pressure off of your legs, where the pains were worst. You were clearly mistaken, your entire upper body now just in hot agony.

But you couldn’t quit. Not now, not as you were barely beginning.

You said you’d get ten reps in, so you were going to get ten reps in.

The complete silence of the Shinra employee gym gave you confidence to speak aloud, trying to keep yourself hyped for the exercise.

“One… T-two… ah! Ow! Three…”

“Your form is awful.”

The voice was calm, buttery smooth and deep, with a lilt of confidence that told you this man knew what he was talking about.

“Oh… so how do I do it right then?” The question was asked with an unappealing grunt as you dropped from the bar, listening to the sound of footsteps covering the ground towards you.

Once you realised the man was standing over your shoulder, you stiffened, not having actually expected him to come over and help.

“The main problem is your balance, you need to pull your legs with you, and use your core too. This one is a full body workout, not just for the arms.”

Damn it.

“Ah, that makes sense… do you have any recommendations for arms then? I’m kinda new to this whole thing.” You spoke with a nervous chuckle, turning around to look at your newfound companion.

He was tall, with gorgeous long silver hair that floated past his wide, muscular shoulders, covered with a beige, blank tank top. He was, objectively, attractive as hell. Even without feeling that way, you knew what society found sexy and you could appreciate the aesthetic beauty of this man. You swore you knew him from somewhere.

You hoped you weren’t too visibly flustered by the closeness that you had only just recognised, taking a nervous step back while you awaited his answer.

“I’d say a beginner should start at the beginning. If you want to work out your arms, use the lighter weights, just over there.”

He gestured over towards the weight section, where there was a rack of dumbbells of many sizes, including ones so tiny you wondered if they even classified as weights.

“That’s… a good idea,” You laughed, “I guess I just wanted to throw myself in at the deep end.” You joked, keeping the mood light as you trailed over to where he had directed.

Looking over the selection of weights, you decided to go with second lightest pair, which made your elbows creak, but you grit your teeth and moved over to the seating so you could get back off your feet. The man had followed you to the same section, but he seemed to be preparing an ungodly amount of weights into what you assumed was a bench press.

“So…” You pulled your left arm up with the weight, following a diagram on the wall, “Why are you down here? So late at night, I mean?” You specifically chose to come here so that you wouldn’t have to be seen, so you supposed you may as well pick this guy’s brain if he would be annoying you.

“The SOLDIER training facility can only be kept open for so long each day, so I thought I’d get in some regular exercise too.” He still hadn’t finished loading up the weights, and you were a bit concerned by what he considered ‘regular’ exercise.

“You’re a SOLDIER? I guess that makes sense, I’ve probably seen you on the news or something.” You were on your fourth rep, and your left elbow was crying out for a break.

“What?”

“I just thought you looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it, so I’ve probably just seen you around.”

“How interesting…” He spoke with a chuckle, “And who are you, hmm?”

“I’m YN, I just work in the analytics department. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You really don’t know?”

“Should I?”

“Sephiroth. My name is Sephiroth.”

“That’s… a lovely name.” You remembered a bit clearer now, hearing about a first-class SOLDIER on the news by that name. How funny that you got to meet him in real life.

“What about you? Why are you working out so late at night?”

“I was sort of hoping I could be alone… I already said, I’m new to this, so, I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”

“That’s not the best idea, you know. You should have someone mentor you, make sure you don’t hurt yourself while you’re just starting out.”

He finally seemed satisfied with the amount of weight on the bar, as you began reps with your right arm. You wondered if the bar was actually strong enough to hold all that.

“Well, I don’t think anyone would want to mentor me, it’d probably be quite the hassle since I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.” You explained, not expecting an answer.

“I could always help you.”

That took you by surprise, surely a SOLDIER, especially a first-class one would be far too busy to help out someone like you, but at the same time, who were you to turn such an offer down?

Your only response ended up being a bewildered laugh, finishing up your reps before looking around and trying to decide on the next best course of action.

Sephiroth also went quiet, the look on his face was tense, deep in thought.

“I mean it. Perhaps it’s odd, but I find it’s useful to follow my impulses. Besides, they say a true master must be able to teach.”

“I guess that makes sense, alright then, what should I try now?”

—//—

“So, are you from Midgar?” Sephiroth offered a gentle hand hosting over your leg as he showed you how to lift yourself on the bar, as you had decided to return to the difficult exercise.

It had been a few weeks since you had come under Sephiroth’s wing, meeting him at dead of night in the gym several nights a week, so you trusted him enough to give an honest answer.

“Nah, only moved here a year ago, I assume you’re Midgar born and raised?”

“But of course.” He said with a soft smirk, walking away once he was satisfied that you were on form. “Why did you come here? Given the war with Wu Tai and Avalanche, it’s not exactly a dream home, wouldn’t you say?”

“I came here for the same reasons most anyone comes here, work and medicine. I think this place is quite the dream home honestly, I’ve got everything I need.”

You lifted yourself with a grunt, having stopped caring about how you sounded a while ago.

“Medicine? Who do you need medicine for?”

“Myself! Is that not obvious?” You laughed at what felt like an insane question from the SOLDIER.

“You don’t seem sick… have you recovered?”

What a strangely genuine question.

“Have you seen me?! My body is a wreck, honestly!” You raised your arms incredulously, showing off what you considered the state of your body, while not visibly broken, internally felt ruined.

He gave you nothing more than an odd look, turning away.

“I mean it! There’s a reason I struggle so much to exercise, I’m not just lazy.” You defended yourself, believing that he was judging you.

—//—

You were stumbling through the throng of people standing by the elevator, wondering why no one was stepping inside since the stairs were a death sentence.

When you saw Sephiroth standing inside, you scoffed, walking in before hitting the button for the 36th floor. You noticed that he was heading to the 58th floor, where the Turks did most of their office work.

The doors slid closed as you turned around and stood at his side, letting out a long suffering sigh once you were out of view of others.

“What a day…” You sighed, truly and deeply tired, but hoping you could turn this into some kind of friendly banter between technical coworkers.

“It’s 8:30 in the morning.” He turned to you with what you thought was a lighthearted smile, which quickly became a frown. “Has something happened?”

“My boss… yeah, my boss happened!” You laughed, to keep the sourness out of your tone. “He just turned up like half an hour before the end of my shift yesterday, dumped a whole week’s worth of work on me, then told me he wanted it done by today! I spent four whole hours in overtime, but it’s still not done.” You sighed again, the reality of the situation setting in.

“This… this might be the last time we ever see each other.”

“What do you mean, over one mistake?” He seemed incredulous.

“My boss has been looking for a reason to fire me since he met me. He thinks I’m a drag on the company.”

At that, he merely hummed in response, turning away and quite efficiently ending the conversation.

You cursed yourself internally for making things awkward and annoying Sephiroth. You hadn’t intended to upset your silver-haired friend, only to state what you knew was true about your workplace.

At the 33rd floor, the elevator rumbled to a stop and opened its doors to reveal your boss.

“You.”

The second he turned his eyes on you, anger spilled clearly into his entire body language. He didn’t move from his place in the doorway, preventing the elevator doors from closing as he began to rant angrily.

“You’ve put the whole upstairs office in chaos! I can’t believe this! I give you one simple task and you fuck it up! This is why we shouldn’t keep retards like you in the office, you hold everyone back!” He growled out, taking a breath and giving you a chance to respond.

“Sir -I- the task was, um, far beyond my capabilities, especially in such a short time-“

“Shut up! You’ve done nothing but irritate me since you got here, go and pack your shit! I can’t wait to get rid of your pathetic ass!”

You breathed heavily, digging your nails into your arms as you held back ugly tears, not wanting to seem more pitiful than you already were.

“Right- right awa-“ You began, your mind racing with thoughts and plans of what the fuck you could do next, where you could go, who you might have to get help from, when you were suddenly reminded of Sephiroth’s presence next to you.

He took one, two, three long, heavy strides towards the elevator door, grabbed your boss by the arm and uttered two simple words.

“Get out.”

Your boss, shocked, stumbled back into the open entryway of the elevator, before giving you a sharp glance and turning on his heel to run. As the doors closed once more, you cleared your throat through your tears.

“Thanks, Seph.” A nickname that very few were allowed to call him. “There was no - no need for that though. I’m still fired, either way. But I guess it’s nicer to not be dealing with him anymore.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’m not? Not what?”

“You’re not fired. I won’t have it.”

“That’s a nice sentiment, Seph, but I don’t think it’s your call to make.”

The doors opened again on your floor, but as you were stepping out, muttering apologies and goodbyes to your friend, he grabbed your arm firmly to halt your words.

“You aren’t leaving me, you’re mine.”

He said it so simply, as if stating scientific fact, before releasing your arm and returning to his full, now suddenly intimidating stature. In your hurry to get out of the elevator before the doors closed, you had no chance to respond.

With the doors closed, you heard the machine whir of the elevator rising and continued to stand dumbfounded for a long moment. Eventually, you stumbled over to your desk, setting out the work you were meant to complete today, all while packing as many miscellaneous items as you could into your bag.

At the end of the day, you returned to your home, provided by Shinra, which you were sure you’d lose within a couple of days.

There was a single letter on the floor inside your door, from the corporation, seemingly sent just today. My eviction notice, you grimly thought.

—//—

Rufus Shinra smirked as he signed the papers before him.

The firing and promotion of some mid-level analytics workers was not usually his business, but today he found himself following the odd request of the greatest SOLDIER to ever live.

In truth, he already had parameters in place to ensure the strange person Sephiroth had set his eyes on would not be leaving the company any time soon, setting them as a useful tool for controlling him.

But what he did not expect was for Sephiroth himself to come to him and request the immediate firing of his new ‘friend’s’ boss, along with a request for said friend to get a promotion that would put them in much more contact with the Turks and SOLDIER departments.

So although the paperwork might have been trivial to some, Rufus, even if confused, took joy in getting one more clasp on the SOLDIER.

—//—

Thanks for reading!

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Ecstasy [01]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the guest room at Eden

Yui: Phew, what a nice bath that was.

( Still...Now isn’t the time for such carefree statements... )

Laito: Hey there, Bitch-chan~

Yui: ( Laito-kun has been acting off ever since we came to the Demon World but... )

Laito: Bitch-chan? What’s the matter? 

Yui: ( I feel as if it has only gotten worse ever since the dinner banquet from the other day... )

Laito: ...Bitch-chaaaan? 

Yui: ( I wonder why? I wonder if it’s the thing about the Ghouls after all... )

Laito: Geez, Bitch-chan. A little cruel to ignore me, don’t you think? 

ー He steps closer

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah...!? 

Laito: Also, you should have invited me along to take a bath. 

Yui: L-Laito-kun!? When did you...? Or rather, what are you doing in my room...!? 

Laito: ...

Yui: ( Huh? I wonder why he went quiet...? )

Laito: ...Nothing new about me popping up in your room uninvited, is there?

So I wonder why it bothers you so much today?

Yui: W-Well...

Selection

→ You’ve been acting kind of... (M)

Yui: ( I should be honest, right...? )

I mean, you’ve been acting kind of strange as of late...

Laito: I’m no different from usual?

If you think I’m different now, then I believe it’s because you have a preconceived view of me? 

→ It has never been a normal thing to do (S)

Yui: It isn’t normal to just barge into someone’s room period, is it?

Laito: ...Ehー? No need to be that cold when we share such an intimate relationship, right?

In my humble opinion, I think it’s much more strange for us to still sleep in separate rooms?

Yui: ( I-Is that so...? I kind of don’t know anymore. )

Laito: ...Could it be that the heat from bath got to you...

making you lose a couple of brain cells?

Yui: ( H-How cruel... )

Laito: I guess it can’t be helped...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Wai...Laito-kun! Why are you taking off my clothes...!? 

Laito: Hm? If you cool down, it’ll help clear your mind, right?

Yui: M-My mind is already clear as day...!

Laito: Nu-uh, not at all? I mean...

*Rustle*

Yui: Hyah...!?

Laito: Look...Your nape is bright red, see?

Haah...It looks scrumptious...

Yui: ( A-At this rate we’ll go down the same path as usual. I have to do something...! )

*Rustle*

Laito: Nfu~ There you go. Now you’re just in your underwear.

Yui: Eh!? When did you...!? 

Laito: I wish you wouldn’t underestimate my skills~

Five seconds is all I need to take off a girl’s clothes, you see?

Well, I usually don’t do that because there’s nothing more enjoyable than seeing a woman get all embarrassed as I take them off.

Hey~ Come here...?

*Rustle*

Laito: Yui-chan...

Yui: Ah...

( H-He’s whispering in my ear... )

Laito: You’re incredibly sexy right now...

So...

ーー Go and show everyone else too!

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyah...!? 

ー Yui gets pushed out in the hallway

Yui: ( H-How could he push me out of the room like that...! )

Wait, I’m in my underwear...!

*Clunk* 

Yui: Eh...!? L-Laito-kun, no way...! Open the door...!

Laito: Stay like that all night, okay? Go and enjoy yourself~

ー He walks away from the door

Yui: Laito-kun, you’ve got to be kidding, right...!? 

( H-He seriously doesn’t plan on opening the door for me...! )

Uu...I’m cold...But more importantly, what if somebody passes by...!? 

( I can’t believe he’d throw me out in this get-up... )

( Laito-kun, how could you... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lelaitoecstasy1

[holysaintscathedral]

I finished reading Priest by Sierra Simone earlier today and I want to rant about this mediocre book. This book is a prime example of why "growing up Catholic" doesn't mean you're able to write an interesting story regarding Catholic characters or relay any accurate information about Catholicism nor does being a “former librarian” mean you’re going to be a competent writer. I’m already forgetting some details about the plot and characters so I’m making this post before I completely forget everything about it.

I read the prologue and it immediately foreshadowed the overwhelming blandness of the novel and its characters, with its poor prose and corny exposition with info that the reader was already going to learn throughout the book. If I was Simone's editor, I would have made her rewrite it entirely or scrap it outright. Creative writing classes should use this prologue as an example of what not to do in your introduction.

So the novel is written in first person perspective of Tyler Bell, a young Catholic priest. I don't buy for a second that this dude is actually a Catholic priest who went to seminary for several years and has served as a priest for three. His voice in the story feels entirely inauthentic and he's not a believable character. The author may have been a Catholic but I honestly don’t think she ever retained any understanding of Catholic priests, the priesthood and the experiences of priests or ever bothered to look into these things. A little bit of research in this area probably would have helped in creating a more believable, and likeable priest.

He meets and eventually falls in love with Poppy Danforth; a white woman born in immense privilege with a good education and (here's the kicker) she's a former dancer in a gentlemen’s club. She comes to Tyler within the first few chapters for counsel and she’s sultry, sexy and openly sexual so of course Tyler starts lusting after her. She feels like the stereotypical “worldly woman” that pastors warn men against and I don’t hate her but I don’t like her either.

Both Poppy and Tyler are bland, uninteresting and unlikable people so I honestly could care less about their relationship and whatever supposed love they had for each other. He leaves the priesthood for her and they get married, which is nice I guess.

I'm kinda tired of the male hard dom/female submissive dynamic you see in a lot of mainstream romance novels so a lot of the smut wasn't my cup of tea. I did, however, enjoy the blasphemy and sacrilege featured in a lot of the love scenes they had together admittedly.

I think Simone just wanted an excuse to write smut starring a priest from her former religion, and that's fine, but she barely managed to string together an interesting story or develop her characters all that well. This novel is forgettable but I suspect it could have been executed better with a more skilled writer.

I wasn't expecting a masterpiece of fine literature or an informative brochure on Catholicism but if my Catholic Church hating self is calling your bluff on your portrayal of Catholic characters, settings and beliefs, you have a serious problem. I enjoy some light reading from time to time where I don't have to think too deeply about the plot and characters but this book was only somewhat entertaining. I only finished reading it out of a stubborn refusal to let any book go unfinished.

Other noteworthy things:

The Bishop comes across as a bumbling fool and was sheepishly asking Tyler to go to a conference in the first act and.....I don't think Simone understands that priests have a vow of OBEDIENCE to their bishops. If Bishop Bove wanted Tyler to go to a religious conference, he would simply tell his subordinate to go and Tyler would have to go. The dynamic of a Bishop and a Priest is not one of equals, especially with how easily that relationship can turn extremely abusive and toxic.

Tyler claimed that the Liturgy of the Hours is almost obsolete and.......I don't think that's even REMOTELY true. It may be less common among laity but I wouldn’t say the Liturgy of the Hours is completely an absolete practice. It just feels a little baffling for a Catholic priest to make that claim.

Poppy's ex boyfriend leaks photos of her and Tyler together in the third act and Tyler (of course) becomes a famous internet hot priest meme and has a fanclub called the Tylerettes 🤮🤮🤮🤮. This fact damn near killed me with cringe.

Tyler does this thing in his narration where he’s oh-so-worried that his sexually dominant, aggressive way makes him a bad Feminist Ally and anytime he mentioned this, I could imagine the author nudging you, the reader, and smugly saying “See? He’s not a misogynist, he’s a Nice Guy!” It’s nauseating and it made me instantly dislike Tyler and nothing could ever redeem him after that.

In their first tryst together, Tyler makes her orgasm twice and she just gets up and leaves him in the church after their done with each other and I can’t stress enough that you should never do that to someone???? Like ever?????

At first there isn’t a lot of aftercare or discussions of boundaries, which really rubbed me the wrong way, especially since they engaged in impact play, degradation, face-fucking, some light somno and rather rough sex in general.

I’ve read better romantic and smutty stories regarding Catholic priests here on Tumblr and over on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad and a lot of those stories were written for free and on the writer’s spare time. If you enjoyed this book, that’s fair but I’ve read far superior works and I can’t get myself to really like Priest all that much, which is disappointing.

#potential spoilers #ranting #incoherent book review #priest #sierra simone #if you liked the book then that's fine #don't attack me #I needed to rant about this book #It’s not good #it’s not the worst thing ever #It’s just meh

[yeonzzzn]

The trilogy is over and it ended with a bang. I knew the killer had to be Heeseung. I realized it when he would talk back to Jake. Especially the going to lunch part solidified it. He seemed shy and harmless but he still had that bite and I guess fearlessness. I felt suspicious of Sunoo because he was part of the team but never there. Heeseung would always make sure to 'relay the info' to him. This was excellent. Saw a tiny soft side to Jake and of course the insanity of us (reader). It was just so sexy. I need a Jake doppelganger from another universe that could be a psycho serial killer. You really wrote the characters so well. Jay wasn't afraid of Jake despite knowing how insane he is and still had a friendship with us. I also laughed at how you managed to stick the nickname in there! I will definitely be rereading this series as it's one of my favorites.

-🦋

i’m so happy you enjoyed this series!!! i’m writing the epilogue for it now so look forward to it!🤭

also I just had to make references to off limits, it was too easy and perfect for that scene.

thank you for enjoying my series, it means to much to me 🫶🏻

#yeonzzzn asks #— 🦋 anon #ghostface!jake

[kats-alcove]

After-School Activities: Chapter 7

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Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of food, fluff, mild sexy teasing

Summary: You’re a relatively innocent University student, so why are you interested in the school’s BDSM club?

A/N: Fun author fact- I used to want to own a restaurant, and I love baking! So I really like writing scenes with fancy restaurants/food descriptions

Read it here on AO3!

Semi-formal was a dumb dress code, you had decided.

You were standing in front of your open closet, clothes scattered around your room. For the better part of the last two hours, you had been trying to put together an outfit that fit with Aizawa’s request for “semi-formal wear, nothing too fancy.” You had made a joke about a ballgown being overkill, which had earned you a chuckle.

Not that you had a ballgown to wear even if you wanted to. And you had a couple things that would definitely not be appropriate: mostly clothes Mina had cajoled you into buying for girls’ nights. But that left the rest of your closet available and you were no closer to picking an outfit! Did semi-formal mean you could wear pants, or was a skirt required? Should it be knee length? Longer? Shorter? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to pick the wrong thing and embarrass Aizawa at whatever restaurant he took you to.

You could feel yourself starting to spiral in a panic. This was bad; you were nowhere near ready and you had to leave in less than an hour to be to Aizawa’s apartment on time! Part of you wanted to text Aizawa and have him help you pick, but wouldn't he just see that as pathetic? On the other hand, he might enjoy picking the clothes he would be taking off of you later that evening. Before you could second-guess yourself, you grabbed your phone and texted him.

You : Hey, Aizawa?

Aizawa : Yes?

You : I’m not really sure what to wear. Any chance you’d like to help me pick?

Aizawa : I’d love to, honey. Put together 4 outfits on your bed and send me a picture of them?

You hurried to follow his instructions, scrambling around your dorm to select a variety of clothing. Within 5 minutes, you had four different outfits picked out, photographed, and sent. It took Aizawa a moment to reply, but when he did, it was just three words.

Aizawa : The second one.

Scrolling up, you saw exactly which outfit he was referring to: a tea length dress with short puffed sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The bodice of the dress was matte black, but the skirt was scattered with light pink cherry blossoms. You had gotten it to wear to a family member’s wedding a few years back, and it fit so perfectly you had kept it in the hopes of getting to wear it again.

It seems tonight was your lucky night in more ways than one.

With that big choice out of the way, choosing your accessories and makeup was a simple task. The real challenge this evening was escaping from the dorm without being accosted by your friends. You thought you were doing a good job, having made it all the way to the common room when a voice from the couches stopped you.

“Oooh, look at Y/N!” Mina squealed excitedly. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

“Just out,” you said, hoping the banal response would be enough to deter further conversation

It wasn't. At Mina’s exclamation, the other girls had turned to you. No sooner did Ochako catch a glimpse of you in your dress than she was squealing and rushing over to get a better look.

“You look so pretty! Do you have a date?”

“Is it the mystery boy?” Jiro called from where she was nestled against Momo.

“Maybe?” You weren't sure why, but you felt the need to be coy.

“It’s definitely the mystery boy,” Mina said. “Look at how she’s fidgeting!”

You flattened your hands against your skirt. “Ok, yeah. It’s the mystery boy.”

“Where is he taking you?” Momo asked.

“Not sure, but he said to dress fancy.” You glanced at the clock. “I need to go or I’ll be late.”

The girls chorused their goodbyes as you left. Before the door could fully close, you yelled behind you, “And don't wait up for me!”

The bus was running on time, thank goodness, although you weren't looking forward to walking all the way to Aizawa’s apartment in heels. Luckily, you didn't have to. Less than a minute after the bus pulled away, a sleek car pulled up to the bus stop.

For a second you tensed, prepared to run if this turned out to be some sort of creep. Then the passenger side window rolled down to reveal Aizawa. He leaned across the armrest to open the door for you.

“Hi,” you smiled, slipping into the seat. “You didn't have to come and get me.”

Aizawa simply shrugged as he pulled back onto the road. “It was no problem; the restaurant is in this direction. You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you! You don't look too bad yourself.”

More than that, Aizawa looked as handsome as you'd ever seen him. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and burgundy tie. The suit had to be tailored, because it clung to the lines of his arms and torso perfectly. You shifted a bit as your mind flashed to what he looked like under his clothes. Noticing your movement, Aizawa brought his hand to rest against your thigh.

That didn't exactly help with the thoughts you were having. In fact, the heat you could feel radiating from his palm only made things worse. As though he could read your mind, Aizawa gave your leg a gentle squeeze.

“Patience, honey.”

You pouted. “I am being patient.”

“Really?” Aizawa’s voice was teasing as his thumb drew circles over the material of your skirt. “So all that shifting is because you’re cold?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you agreed. A feeling of embarrassment rose within you and you forced yourself to still.

Aizawa quirked an eyebrow and removed his hand from your thigh. You nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. In an attempt to cover your lapse, you turned your gaze forward to look out through the windshield. You watched as the upcoming traffic light flipped to yellow, then red. Aizawa eased the car to a stop.

A finger hooked under your chin, turning your head to face your companion. You opened your mouth to ask what he needed, but before you could speak, his lips crashed into your own. It didn't even take you a second to melt into the kiss, hand coming up to tangle in Aizawa’s hair. He nipped at your lower lip in response and you moaned.

The light turned green and a second later a honk from the car behind you startled you apart. You flushed and turned to look out the window. Aizawa pulled through the intersection, mouth curved into a slight smirk. His hand returned to your upper thigh, and you let it stay there all the rest of the way to the restaurant.

When Aizawa pulled up to the gilded marble facade of the restaurant, he motioned for you to stay put while he exited the car. You saw him toss the keys to a uniformed valet before he came around and opened your door. He extended a hand to you, which you gratefully accepted. It wasn't so much that you needed the physical stability, but the glitz and glamour of the building and people in front of you had you feeling a little overwhelmed.

Aizawa noticed; of course he did. However, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he simply tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow and gave you a reassuring smile. The two of you stepped into the foyer of the restaurant, where a dark wooden staircase led up to the dining room proper. To the right of the stairs was a small bar where patrons could sit while waiting for their table.

You took a step towards the hostess stand at the foot of the stairs, but Aizawa tugged you back. He led you over to the bar and exchanged a few quiet words with the bartender instead. The man smiled politely, placed a small sign on the bar, and gestured for the two of you to follow him. He led you up the stairs and, to your surprise, back to the kitchen. You gave him a questioning look, but Aizawa just patted your hand.

The kitchen was loud, causing you to draw further into Aizawa’s side as you were led through a maze of stoves, ovens, and workstations. You were surprised to see that there was a small table set in a corner, out of the way of the hardworking chefs. Aizawa helped you into your chair before turning to greet a man who came bustling over. He wore a white chef’s jacket and apron, as well as a traditional toque hat.

Aizawa sat across from you. “Y/N, this is Chef Tetsuya Shimada. He’s the owner and executive chef of this restaurant.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you bowed your head respectfully.

“No, the pleasure is all mine!” Chef Shimada bowed deeply to you before giving you a conspiratorial wink. “You’re the first girl Aizawa’s ever brought here, so I’ll make sure everything is perfect for you.”

And with that, the portly chef turned away. You heard him barking orders at his underlings, who scrambled to obey. You couldn't help but notice that despite his apparent brusqueness, all the chefs in the kitchen were smiling. The sommelier poured you each a glass of wine, and then you and Aizawa were left alone.

“So, you know the owner?” you asked, though the answer was pretty obvious. “How did that happen?”

Aizawa nodded. “Yeah. We met years ago, just after I graduated from UA. He was working as a line cook in a 24-hour diner back then. I used to stop there for coffee sometimes, a sandwich if I had the time. One night, I got there just in time to see some wannabe robber with a finger gun quirk holding the place up.”

“That rascal had taken me hostage,” Chef Shimada chimed in cheerfully. He was holding a dish in each hand. “He was using me to get the waitress to empty out the safe. But Eraserhead made sure nobody got hurt, and I promised him that when I got my own restaurant, there would always be a table reserved just for him.”

He set the plates down on the table. “Now, here we have a light ceviche with fresh salmon, dill creme fraiche, and fresh cress.”

What followed was the most incredible meal of your life. Chef Shimada presented each dish himself, explaining the ingredients and preparation methods in detail. It was clear that the man was both skilled at and passionate about his craft. Each course was also served with a beverage, whether it be a wine, a juice, or simply a glass of sparkling water.

And during the courses, you and Aizawa talked more than you ever had before. The two of you swapped stories from your jobs, villians defeated and lives saved. You talked about your childhood, and he in turn regaled you with stories about his friends. You noticed, however, that his tales only seemed to discuss things that happened after high school. For a moment, you thought about asking him what his school days were like, but you decided that you weren't going to press the issue if he didn't want to talk about it.

“They want to meet you, by the way,” Aizawa said suddenly.

“Wait, what?” You looked up from the current course, an expertly cooked wagyu steak. ��Who wants to meet me?”

“Hizashi and Nemuri, although you would probably know them better as Present Mic and Midnight?”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the hero names. “They… want to meet me? Why?”

“Well, they are my best friends, and they're kink educators like me. Nemuri actually suggested I bring you to a munch one of these days. It would be good for you to have other connections in the community.” Aizawa must have seen a flash of hesitation on your face, because he quickly added, “You don't have to do anything though, not unless you're ready.”

“No, I’d like to meet more people in the community! I'm just a little worried that they wouldn't like me . Plus meeting new people can be so overwhelming…”

Aizawa smiled softly and took your hand in his own. “Trust me, Y/N, they would love you.  As for being overwhelmed, perhaps you could start with just Zashi and Nem. I could arrange a little get-together at my house, just the four of us.”

“That might be fun,” you admitted. “Let me think about it?”

“Of course, honey. Take all the time you need.”

At that moment, Chef Shimada came back. “All right, I have your final course, lady and gent. My special dark chocolate cake with a light pomegranite mousse.”

He set down a single plate with a single delicious-looking square of rich cake. Then he winked, at you or Aizawa you weren't sure, and hustled away once more before you could thank him. You stared after him for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to your dining companion. To your surprise, Aizawa was holding a forkfull of cake and looking at you intently.

“Open,” he commanded softly, and you obeyed, mouth falling open as you allowed him to feed you the bite of dessert.

The rich taste of chocolate coated your tongue, counterbalanced by the light tartness of pomegranite. You couldn't hold back a small moan of delight as you swallowed. But then your lips curved into a frown when you noticed that Aizawa hadn't taken a bite himself. Quickly, you mirrored his action, taking a forkfull of dessert and holding it out to him. Aizawa wrapped his lips around the tines and hummed happily.

“Delicious,” he stated. “Would you like another bite?”

“Yes, please.”

And so the two of you finished your meal, feeding each other bites of cake until there was only one remaining. You tried to give it to Aizawa, but he wouldn't let you. He simply plucked the fork out of your hand and pressed it to your pouting lips. You pursed them shut, but Aizawa quirked a brow at you and you relented, allowing him to feed you the last bite.

Then Aizawa stood and helped you up. As soon as you were standing, he pulled you into a deep kiss. His tongue swept over yours, and you could taste the cake again, this time mixed with the bitter-sweet flavor of Aizawa himself. You whimpered slightly, a sudden heat growing in your center.

“Even more delicious,” he groaned against your lips. “You taste like heaven.”

“Daddy,” you gasped, then flushed, realizing that you had just called him that in a room full of people.

Luckily, your slip was covered by the noises of the kitchen, so none of the chefs seemed to notice. But Aizawa certainly did. He pulled back to look down at you.

“Are you ready to go home, kitty-cat?”

You tugged gently at the collar of his dress shirt. “ Yes. ”

“Then let’s go.”

Without another word, Aizawa led you back through the kitchen and down the stairs. You stepped outside, the sudden coolness of the night air against your warm skin making you shiver. Aizawa stripped off his jacket, helping you into it while the valet fetched the car. It pulled up to the curb and he opened your door for you before getting in the drivers side.

As soon as he pulled away from the restaurant, Aizawa’s hand was on your thigh, pinky inching dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs. With the hand he left on the wheel, Aizawa turned the car towards his apartment. You took a breath, excitement and arousal filling you. This was it.

It was finally happening.

#shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #Kat's Writing

[bramblequill]

No More Running: Chapter 8 - On Your Knees

**Smut Warning**

To say that he felt completely energized would be a gross understatement. Not only did he have the hottest fucking girlfriend, it was fucking Hellfire night AND you had agreed to come with him. He had spent the last few weeks brushing you up on everything you needed to know on how to build and run a solid little thief, and he was pretty dammed confident you'd enjoy yourself tonight. Eddie could barely sit still as he stared at the clock, willing it to count down the last final seconds before the bell would ring signaling that school was over. He still had a few last minute errands to run before game night tonight... and fuck, he was anxious to get busy.

THERE IT WAS! YES! Eddie grabbed his bag and haphazardly shoved his books and papers into it before rushing off through the doorway. Not a dammed thing was going to hold him back from that parking lot now, not even Vecna himself (good thing that dick is dead.) He raced through the sea of fellow students, paying no mind to the jeers of the jocks and the squeals of those he bumped into. His eyes, were focused fully on the prize

Quickly finding his way to his van he tossed his pack into the back and waited, turned over the engine and turned up his favorite W.A.S.P. tape, drumming his fingers on the steering column and banging his head back and forth. "I'm a wild child, come and love meeee" he sang along as he bounced in his seat, not a care in the world. God. 86 was proving to be an amazing year.

The passenger door opened, and your melodic laughter suddenly accompanied the hair metal. Eddie turned to you and flashed you the most astronomic of grins, his dimples on full display, eyes bright. "Hi Baby!" he said still performing his drum solo on the steering column "Hop in! We've got places to beeeeeee!"

You hopped up into the seat next to him, strapped in and started performing a guitar riff and shaking your long hair back and forth. Eddie laughed heartily and reached for your knee as he stopped his solo long enough to also shift into reverse, look over his shoulder, and back out of the space, and into one of the best weekends of his life.

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                                 Ronnie's POV

Hours later, snacks and supplies retrieved, and the scene set. You and the rest of the Hellfire club sat around the expansive wooden table. You were simply trying to ignore how goddamn sexy Eddie looked seated at the head ofthe table in his large wooden throne. You definitely were trying to ignore the dirty thoughts that kept popping into your brain everytime he'd bite his lip in anticipation or his thumb in focus. You most CERTAINLY had not thought about sliding underneath that wooden table and sucking him off right then and there... more than once. Nope. You were 100% invested in the game in front of you. So much so that you definitely didn't roseate to high hell when you realized everyone was waiting on you to make your move...

You quickly popped a chip into your mouth and studied the board in front of you, trying to gauge what had been going on before you'd let your mind wander. Intentionally avoiding Eddie's gaze... you could practically feel it boring into you.

"Hmmmmm" you said trying to buy yourself even more time, furrowing your brow as if you were wholeheartedly putting thought into your careful movements. Which I mean, I guess you were.

You tapped your pointer finger against your lips. Multiple figures were knocked over on their sides, signaling that they were down for the count. Some foe and some friendly. For the life of you you couldn't remember exactly whose figure belonged to who, however you did notice that there was a skeleton figure close enough to you that you could attack it if you wanted too, it also seemed to be facing away from you...towards someone else's figure. Cool. That'll work.

"I'm going to attempt to sneak up behind this bony bastard here and stab him in the back."

"Okay... go ahead and roll." Eddie said with a smirk

You took the little die in your hand and gave it a good shake in your closed fist, closing one eye and willing it to land true as you released it onto the board

"16 + 4 for unnoticed, good job baby that's 20! Solid hit."

You grinned as he turned his attention to Dustin next

"How do you wanna kill it off dusty-buns" Eddie teased

Dustin pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, shooting absolute venom Eddie's way as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm going to take off it's head with my sword. Edwaaarrrd." emphasizing the longer version of Eddies name. Eddie hated that.

"You heard our little fighter. Crispin the Courageous steps forward after a mighty blow to the back dealt by our ever sneaky Elvira the thief and swings his mighty sword, aiming true. With a loud clatter you watch as the final skeleton falls to pieces before you, crumpling in a pile of ivory. His skull bouncing and rolling across the dungeon floor and stopping right before a decent sized little treasure chest. Have at your loot my friends! If you dare..."

Eddie sat back in his throne grinning ear to ear.

Cheers erupted around the table, and backs /shoulders were clamped as everyone celebrated yet another victory.

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Eddie couldn't have been more proud. You had fit in with them and their campaign so effortlessly and you definitely did seem to enjoy yourself throughout the whole thing. He had noticed there had been a time or two where you seemed to get lost in your own thoughts, however the blush in your cheeks and the way you had been chewing your bottom lip had let him know it wasn't a bad mind trip... just a very distracting one.

He couldn't help but wonder what you'd been daydreaming about... and he had thought back a few times, to your prior make out sessions. It hadn't gone further than that... some heavy petting and a dance of tongues and lips... but honestly he didn't mind. He knew your history and he wasn't about to rush you into doing anything you weren't ready for. No matter how badly he wanted you. But seeing you biting and chewing your lips, eyes glazed over and practically panting as you frequently spaced off had his imagination in all sorts of places.

Most of the Hellfire group had gone, only Dustin and Mike stuck around... and that was because it had become ritual for him to give the boys a ride home when Steve was unavailable... which of course, tonight he had a date which meant that the two of you, were playing chauffeur.

After ensuring that the drama room was back to how it had been when they came, and all lights turned off, Eddie clasped his youngest sheepies by the backs of their necks

"Alright guys, lets get you little lambs home. This shepherd has a date of his own to get home too." He flashed you a grin

The boys both audibly groaned, clearly not in a hurry but shuffled their feet anyways. You trailed behind them, slipping your hands into the back pockets of Eddie's jeans.

Eddie found a stone suddenly ... yeah that's what tripped him up a bit... shot a glance at the ground and then back at you over his shoulder, his tongue poking out of his mouth ever so slightly as he was trying to focus on the walk in front of them. He audibly cleared his throat, releasing his grasp on the boys to open the passenger door of the van for you. "Dio get's shotgun, don't even try to argue Dustin."

Again, grumbling from Dustin, but the youngsters complied and slid themselves into the back of Eddies van, settling down on the floor.

They were pretty used to his driving and knew to sit themselves against certain parts of the van for minimal trauma while he drove. Eddie chuckled to himself silently as he watched them adjust before sliding their door shut, and leaning into the front seat.

He fastened your seat belt for you,then gripped the headrest opposite the door, trapping your face between his arm and his own face as he leaned in to kiss your lips quickly. You reached up a hand, gripping his neck, holding his mouth against yours for a moment before releasing him, much to his dismay but celebrated by the younger party members who were making audible kissing noises from the back.

He flashed them a warning look before shutting your door, and making his way to his own.

"To the shire!"Eddie said, cranking over the engine

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"You're sure I'm okay to stay here tonight? I don't want to cause any trouble..."Eddie asked as he stood nervously in the center of your room.

This was something new for him... though the layouts of the trailers in the park were all pretty cut and dry, something about your room was so... different.

He looked around, taking in all of it, everything that made it YOURS. The room itself smelt like you. Your skin, your perfume, your laundry soap... it was like his own personal heaven truly. He would love nothing more right now than to climb into your tie-dyed sheets with you and shut his eyes and you had suggested it but Eddie was fucking nervous to do so.

"Yeah, I promise, it's fine babe. He's not due home until probably Monday afternoon honestly. I mean we can go to yours if you really want too... I just wanted to be in my bed tonight... and that's not me saying there's anything wrong with yours." you rambled

Shit. He'd made you nervous. He didn't want you thinking that he didn't WANT to stay...he was just really scared to have you reap what would be sow if your father came home and found him there... but then... your door did have a lock, and he could always go through the window... yep. He was reasoning with himself.

"Alright sweetheart, if you're sure." he kicked off his shoes, and then set his rings on top of your pale blue dresser. "Am I okay to sleep in my boxers and my shirt? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." at home he'd just sleep in only his boxers but... well one, you really didn't know the expanse of his scarring yet and two, he really did not want to make you feel uneasy. "I can leave my jeans on..." he was interrupted

"Yep, that's fine. So long as you don't mind me sleeping like this?"

Eddie looked up into the mirror that sat over your dresser, and fuck he could have died right then and there. For a moment he forgot how to blink... to breathe...

You were standing beside your bed in nothing but some cotton black panties. "Holy shit. Holy shit." Eddie thought to himself.

"Baby..." he managed

He was absolutely spelled by the way your hips rotated as you walked towards him, his eyes caressing every inch of your alabaster skin. The sight of you coming towards him, that grin... the way your hair flowed freely over your shoulders, a few rogue strands leading his eye line to the mound of your breasts.

He had watched you come towards him (and admittedly away from him) a few hundred times since the two of you had met and it was always a glorious sight, but this definitely was his favorite so far.

You were standing in front of him now, lacing your fingers through his... you were saying something but Eddie just could not fucking focus. It was his turn to blink rapidly and shake his thoughts clear.

"Sorry. Baby. Fuck."he hoarsed

You grinned at him and reasked "Like what you see big boy?"

"Oh fuck yes. Are you kidding me?" He raised his hands up from yours towards your breasts, silently asking permission to touch you

You reached out and took his hands again in yours but this time instead of tangling your fingers in his you pressed his palms over your breasts. He sighed and you shuddered. He closed his fingers over the ample hills, squeezing lightly before moving his thumbs and pointer and index fingers to toy with your pale little nipples.

He stepped closer into you and leaned down, closing his lips over yours, eyes lingering open for a moment so he could watch as yours fluttered closed with a soft moan. "Shit."he thought to himself. His cock was absolutely pulsating inside his boxers.                                              ________________________________________________________

                               Ronnie's POV

She had decided it on their drive home. It was after they had dropped off the boys...they were silently listening to his favorite W.A.S.P. album yet again, and "On Your Knees" had come on. The song had put her back in that absolutely filthy head space. The one that had interrupted her thoughts so frequently during the campaign time.

She wasn't a virgin by any means... she'd had boyfriends, and she'd had partners... but realistically none of them were really wanted, or enjoyed. However from what she knew about him, she knew very well that he'd ensure she enjoyed herself. She also knew that he wouldn't make the first move.

Yep. Tonight was the night.

Selfishly she wanted the first time to be in her bed. Her bed had so many shitty memories for her... she wanted it to hold at least one good one. She had insisted on him staying over. She had made sure the doors were locked.

The sudden heat that had flared between her thighs as she watched him remove his rings and jacket, his watch... stripping down to bare minimum right there in front of her only solidified even more for her. She was more than ready, so when he had his back to her and his attention was clearly elsewhere she moved quick. Stripped down to near nothing, and waited.

Now his hands and his lips were on her. The small little circles, tugs and twists he was making at her nipples caused her cunt to clench and pulse... his tongue caressing hers as he fed from her mouth... she let her own hands wander.

She knew he was hard. Oh she'd noticed. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand over his clothed shaft, curling her fingers slightly teasing that she were going to grip it. Eddie moaned into her mouth and she felt his hips involuntarily thrust against her hand. She closed her fingers over the mound then, massaging her hand against the hard length of him.

"Baby girl...."Eddie broke their kiss to moan "Oh honey..." his eyes were closed.

She grinned to herself and moved her mouth to his neck, still palming his length as she began to kiss and bite at the supple flesh that led to his collarbones.

"Take your shirt off for me Eds?" she requested halting her hand but lips nibbling at his earlobe

She felt him freeze, oddly still against her... and she swore that maybe just maybe he'd went a little bit flaccid in her hand. She leaned back to look into his eyes. His beautiful cocoa orbs that had momentarily held heat, were now glazed over and staring off far away. She knew that look. Trauma. Fuck.

"Eds?" she whispered softly, reaching up to place both hands on his cheeks, moving his face to meet her gaze "Baby?"

He licked his lips quickly and shuddered "I"m sorry sweetheart... I just... I've never shown anyone before... at least not like this."

"Baby if you're not comfortable, we don't have to keep going, or I can skip your chest...I just wanted to kiss all of you is all. It's okay." she soothed

"No it's okay. I want to. I need to." Eddie's voice haunted as he slowly began to tug his shirt over his head, revealing inch by inch that the scars she'd seen peeking beneath his sleeves were only whispers of what covered more of him than she'd ever dreamed.

"Oh Eddie... I want to ask but I'm not going to. You can tell me when you are ready, if you ever are... is it okay for me to touch them?" she kept her voice soft. Reassuring.

She didn't feel pity and she wasn't turned off by the sight of them... she didn't want him to think any of those things truth. He was still her Eddie. Her beautiful honey-eyed boy. The boy who had saved her from herself in the dark dark woods. That same confident boy was now standing sheepishly in front of her and she could tell that if she weren't holding his arms now he'd probably have them crossed over himself, trying to hide. She was all to familiar with how he was feeling. She wanted to make it go away.

Eddie finally nodded and she moved back into him, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her lips back against his neck... kissing her way down his chest, down every single scar. She ran her tongue over every smooth inch as her hands traveled down to his ass.

She gripped his cheeks ineach palm before sliding one hand forward across his hip, back to the front of him. He was in fact soft... but that's okay.. she didn't mind... and she knew that he wouldn't be for much longer.

Thinking back to the song in the van, she slid to her knees in front of him, eyes turning up to him as she took the band of his boxers between her fingertips.

"May I?" she asked and the fire in Eddie's eyes was all the encouragement she needed.

She slid the blue checkered shorts down and let them fall to his ankles where he quickly stepped out of them, using a foot to kick them away from him. She licked her lips and looked back up the line of him... now fully nude in front of her...and even though he wasn't fully erect yet, she felt her cunt clench in anticipation of the evening she had planned.

She returned a hand to his ass cheek, her other hand reaching up to gently lift his slowly growing length upwards where she leaned forward and took the velvety soft mass between her lips.

She rolled her eyes up to watch him as she leaned all the way onto him, caressing with her tongue and sucking gently, thoroughly enjoying how he was steadily growing in her mouth.

She never knew how much she'd love feeling a soft man becoming hard in her mouth until that moment. Holy fuck that was a ego boost if ever she needed one.

Above her Eddie had let his head fall backwards slightly, and she could see that his lips were parted. His chest rising and falling a little quicker than before.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft then, pulling her lips off of him only to surround his glans. She flicked her tongue against the frenulum and then began to suck gently just on that spot as she maneuvered her hand up and down the length of him.

Eddie was moaning for her, softly but apparent nonetheless. She gripped her hand around the base of him, next, her other hand reaching to caress his balls gently as her main hand held firm slid her hot wet mouth up and down over the length of him.

She pulsed her grip around the base of him as her tongue traced over every little vein of his cock. She let not a single inch go unexplored.

"Fuck. Baby fuck."Eddie hoarsed above her, his hand making its way into her hair forcing her head off of him.

She met his gaze, bit her lip and smirked.

"Aww I was enjoying myself..."

"Sweetheart...I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

"You're right... I don't want that... yet." she said as she used his hips as leverage to help lift herself up off of the floor. She watched as Eddie licked his lips and his eyebrow flicked

"And what is it exactly that you do want?" he asked

"I want you to make me into a fucking cream pie." she said, voice low

Eddie's lips crashed back into hers, his hands gripping bruisingly at her shoulders as he walked her backwards towards the bed, only pausing once:

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

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As he pushed you down onto your mattress he made a mental note to inquire later about birth control and condoms and such. He trusted you enough to know that you wouldn't make such a request if it were a reckless one... but also right now, the hot blooded male in him was easily taking over.

Fuck he'd thought about this moment more times than he would ever admit. Hell he'd cum on more than one occasion to the mere thought of your lips wrapped around his dick... but goddamn the actual image of it, the sensation... it was all so much better than he'd ever been able to conjure up himself at three in the morning, lying in his bed, palming his cock mercilessly.

He made waste of no time, his lips quickly finding their way to your breasts, sucking harshly at the little peaks of nipple as he helped you work your way out of your panties.

Once bare he reached a hand down, cupping your sopping mound as he looked to you for one final beg of permission.

"Touch me Eddie. Fuck me."

Good god the way your voice rasped when turned on drove him insane. He slowly slipped two fingers between your folds, quickly finding the sensitive little button he'd been looking for. Gently he caressed the velvet skin on each side of it stroking up and down, pinching your clit itself only slightly in the process.

You moaned for him and he felt your thigh tense beneath his arm...

"Oh... my girl likes that does she?"

He adjusted just enough to be able to use his other hand too. Slipping two digits into you, rotating and curling them just enough that his come here motions hit just right. He felt your pussy clamp around his fingers as you moaned louder for him.

"Oh she REALLY likes that." he said simply, leaning his face back to your belly, nibbling gently as he continued to work your cunt.

It wasn't until your chest was positively flushed and rapidly rising and falling, you gripping at the sheets as you squirmed beneath him that he raised himself up just enough to prepare for what he REALLY wanted to do. To fuck you absolutely out of your skin.

"Eddie. Please. Eddie." you pleaded, voice thick

Eddie slipped only the head of his cock into you at first... loitering for a moment...savoring how warm and inviting you were... relishing in how you were desperately trying to lift your hips up into him, wanting to drive him in further.

You were moaning and pleading and writhing beneath him and it was abso-fucking-lutely driving him insane.

Eddie reached down, gripping your hips tightly as he suddenly drove himself home.

"Fuckkkk" you both moaned at nearly the same time

Pure adrenaline rushed over him and Eddie began to draw himself out and thrust back in...slowly at first but gradually picking up pace, only shifting position once to lift your hips up off of the bed and into his thrusts...holding you where he could hit the absolute depths of you.

The warm wet of your cunt absolute heaven. He knew he wouldn't last long...given the work you'd done on him beforehand and the fact that it had been a while for him.

Also... he'd never fucked anyone bare before.

He was always careful. Truth be told, he'd never cared about the girls before that he'd hooked up with, they were realistically just that... a fling. You... you were everything. You were his goddamn world.

Eddie locked eyes with you as he continued drilling in and out of you. Just the sight of you beneath him was something enough that could feed plenty of fantasies... but seeing you grip the sheets in one hand, your other hand toying with your nipples... seeing your chest and cheeks flush... the way your lips gasped when you moaned for him... and god your breathy moans... oh the sounds you were making for him... for his cock...pure heaven.

He could feel himself nearing the edge, a tingling and tightening beginning where he plunged into you, over and over again.

"I'm going to cumsweetheart... fuck I'm going to cum..." the sweet warmth overtook his body, muscles contracting in the best of ways all throughout him... nerves absolutely on fire.. he pulled your hips still against him as he drove himself as deeply as he could into you, feeling your walls clenching down around / over him.

He moaned, a loud and guttural... which was promptly followed by your own. He could feel your pussy throbbing around him... fluttering...he held that position as he emptied every drop of his cum into you. Filled you...just as asked.

He stayed buried within you as he lowered your hips back to the bed, falling on top of you absolutely spent. He lightly kissed your stomach where his cheek rested rising and falling with your rapid breathing, and your hand found his sweat drenched hair.

"Fuck Eddie... that was... fuck." you were breathless.

Good. He'd done his job.

"Mmmhmm." He agreed softly quickly being overtaken as your hand played through his curls softly.

Both coming down from a sweet high and the gentle caresses Eddie felt sleep starting to creep up on him.

His whole body felt like jello. Relaxed. He let his eyes drift shut and smiled slightly as he heard your voice softly humming...what you were humming he had no idea right in that moment.

His brain was as mush as his body was...and allowed sleep to overtake him. The best sleep he'd ever have, home within your arms.

Next Chapter - Chapter 9

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[pa-stella]

It's me once again asking for kuujyu (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I'm between 3, 5 and 7, kinda leaning more for 5, kinda "but I like the others two too aaaaa", so I will leave it for you and that sexy brain of yours which one to write

But if I HAVE to pick one then... I've been staring at this ask for like 10 minutes so yeah 5 I guess ;v; Thank you 💜💜💕

As I already told you, I used two prompts for this (#3 and #5)! It also based on a few headcanons I have for Kuko and Jyushi... so I hope it's okay. Title: A little push Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Kuko/Jyushi Prompt(s): “Maybe I do like you - a lot.” + “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?” Content: Established relationship, Jyushi is a little pushy.

“Thank you again for coming with me, Kuko-san!” At the exit of the movie theatre, Jyushi bowed a little. “It was great!!”

“We’re together, Jyushi .There’s no need to thank me every time we hang out, but… have you really liked it?” Kuko asked as the two started to walk towards the temple 

He nodded with enthusiasm, holding Amanda tightly to his chest. “Yes! The action scenes were amazing!”

“Mh…”

“Didn’t you enjoy it, Kuko-san?”

“The movie was fine.” As far as a movie based on a bad anime could be, at least. “The protagonist was really dumb though.”

“Eh? He was the smartest of his class!” He protested.

“He might have been clever, but he handled the situation with his best friend so badly.” Kuko explained and crossed his arms. “I mean, he spent two hours doubting their friendship just because the guy never actually told him I believe in you! Dude, he has always been by your side, helping and supporting you. Of course he believes in you!”

Jyushi stopped abruptly, making Kuko turn to look at him. “Sometimes people need to be told clearly how others’ feel about them… even if they already know it.”

“Okay, but they need to talk with their friends if they need to hear such things. They can’t wait eternally for people to understand.”

“Maybe they prefer to give others some time…”

“But they just risk ruining their friendships!” Were they arguing? Why did Kuko have the feeling that something was off? Jyushi wasn’t looking at him, preferring to observe his red boots instead. Even though he was almost 2 meters tall, he seemed so small at that moment. “Wait, wait…Jyushi, what’s wrong?”

The young man raised his head slowly. “Kuko-san… how… how do you feel about me?”

“What do you mean? You’re my boyfriend.” 

“That doesn’t answer my question…”

The monk blinked a few times before something finally clicked. The sudden change in Jyushi’s mood, what they were talking about… “Maybe… I do like you – a lot.”

Kuko had expected him to blush and stumble on his words, but Jyushi just… grimaced. “Maybe?”

“Ugh, c’mon! I like you, without any doubt!” 

“Like?” Jyushi tilted his head in thought. “Oh, I really like Kuko-san. And Hitoya-san. I like Ichiro-san and Rosho-sensei too.”

Stunned by the weird answer at first, Kuko just shook his head. He knew what Jyushi wanted. They had been dating since the previous year and the monk had said those words… well, never. Not that he didn’t feel that way, he just preferred to show his feelings through gestures instead of talking about them. 

Jyushi was built differently from him. He liked to announce his love whenever he wanted, no matter where the couple was. He needed to be reassured. He needed to feel loved. He needed both actions and words. 

He sighed. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

Jyushi looked at his face with a satisfied smile. Behind his blue eye, there wasn't any sign of shyness or embarrassment. “Yes, I am.” He replied, taking his hand. “I love you too, Kuko-san.”

#writing? in this economy? #kuujyu #hypnosis mic #mutual family

[adonis-koo]

Alright ch 12 LETS GOOOOOO

I mean,,,,, their whole nation was literally destroyed like I’d prob wanna fight back too if I could ,,,, I get it though it ruined MCs childhood all the death and destruction and it hurt her nation too but ,,,, ugh I can see both sides to this

I don’t like the way Seokjin said that ,,, 🧐 I don’t like this oh no oh wait pls don’t tell me MC is a spy PLS MISSY PLS NO

Okay thank goodness

Right bc Murdering an entire nation of ppl that you deem as “murderers” wouldn’t also make you ,,,,, a murderer ,,,, right ,,,, so the world would be safer bc you murdered ,,,,, the murderers ,,,,, okay. Man im really not liking him 🥴

No bc this is exactly why penumbra is so hellbent on fighting like y’all destroyed their nation and they said never again!! It’s literally that and they wanted revenge like I can’t really blame them 🤷🏻‍♀️ Seokjin on the other hand ,,,,, I’m gonna blame him LMAO idk I just feel like he’s giving v much privilege and spoiled prince vibes plus what we’ve learned of him in terms of sexual escapades and how he treats and views women ,,,,,, I don’t like him and he’s so cocky sighhhhh

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THEYRE BATHING TOGETHER HELLO ??!!??! IM SORRY I WAS BUSY THINKING ABOUT HOW SAD AND UPSET MC MUST BE BUT DID HORNY BRAIN TAKE OVER HELLO ?!£\|€€|~£

He apologized even though it wasn’t really his fault and he tried to stop them🥹 god I love him

THAT BITCH I WANT HER GONE

It was not horny brain but soft and sweet brain🥹 okay and a teeny bit horny brain but I mean with the way the prince looks who wouldn’t have a little bit of horny brain going at all times???

Consent is so sexy and he makes it even sexier sighhhhh

Okay well I guess jungkook has a bit more horny brain going LMAO

GOD THEYRE SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH I love them and he’s so sweet to her I ahsjdjdjdjdkdk my heart🫠

SEE THIS IS WJY I DONT LIKE THE GUY TREATING HER LIKE HE OWNS HER AND MAKING HER WEAR MORE MODEST STUFF UGH

Jungkook thinks he’s being all funny and cheeky rn but when she’s actually in bed next to him with that nightgown on and he immediately gets a boner who’s gonna be embarrassed hmmmmmm

Ooohhh he’s gonna beat your ass Jin and I can’t WAIT

MAYBE BC HE LITERALLY WANTS HIS WHOLE KINGDOM INCLUDING JK DEAD MC PLS USE UR BRAIN

Sorry I just UGH

TELL HER JUNGKOOK

Oof ,,,, god I cannot wait for them to meet all together it’s going to be wild

AHHHHH YESSSSS YOU WERE MEANT TO LEAVE HIS SORRY ASS MC EXACTLY

Orrrr maybe we ,,,, could keep doing that and y’all could really lean into the horny brain👀 I feel like that might be fun for everyone🥰

Jungkook bby your corruption kink is showing like I know damn well he’s thoroughly enjoying this

THE CHIN GRAB THE CHIN GRAB !!!!🫠

oh my goddddddd🫠🫠🫠

MAKE IT GO AWAY SKANSJSKLAKS OH MY SWEET MC LMAOOOOOOO

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G- good girl 🫠

He is so hot oh my godddddd

HES SO SWEET OH NOOOOOOOOOO😭 HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH AHHH AND HES SO RESPECTFUL AHHHH

Nah bc Jin def added to this insecurity of her being used and left idc I NEED A SMACK DOWN OF THIS MAN RN

JUNGKOOK THE MAN YOU ARE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE SO SEXC

“You already have it.” 🫠🫠🫠

“But that doesn’t mean it can’t” AHHHHH MISSY YOURE SO GOOD THE DIALOGUE OH MY GOD MY HEART IS FLUTTERING

Now see how wheein asked for permission first instead of bursting in and interrupting? She needs to explain this to the boys LMAO

I love their morning scenes🥹Missy bless you for these gifts

No there’s definitely a traitor bc it’s the only way any of this makes sense

Jungkook,,,, do not start something pls I beg,,,, MC literally wants wheein to be with her mom pls don’t make this into a big scene PLS

WE FINALLY GET TO MEET YOONGI ?????????? SO HES NOT THE BROTHER ???? ,,,, or is he and this is gonna be a gotcha moment👀 I do not trust you to not pull some crazy amazing twist on us Missy

If it’s Jin ,,,, I STG

I know taehyun is tired LMAOOO I bet he’s one of the hardest working ppl in the castle esp bc jungkook works so hard and I think taehyun admires him and wants to match that energy but also jungkook has problems with his emotions and mc that taehyun also has to keep an eye out for so,,, he’s WORKING lmao

God I forgot about that damn duel 🙄

WHEEIN LMAOOOOOO

Not her thinking he planned the whole thing and had it tailored to be that short hhhh

Of course he lights up when he sees MC and of course she notices it AHHH I LOVE IT

A surprise ??? OMG WAIT WIAT NO WAY AHHH MISSY NO WAY ???? IS THE WOKF OKAY ???? IS THAT WHAT HES PREPARING FOR LIKE A LIL AREA FOR THE WOLF WAIT WAIT

A PUPPY AHHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

okay this is really sad tho the pups mom is gone 🫤

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

MISSY AHHHHHHHHH seriously what a lovely lovely addition to the story I loved this chapter so so so much lots of fluff and a lil spicey horny brain action like ??? IT DOES NOT GET BETTER !!! I know you said this ch is more of a filler but honestly I think it’s great to have some time focused on how much their relationship is progressing and also it’s just really sweet and heartwarming to see so ahhh thank you thank you!!!! I really needed this, dealt with a death on one side of my family and the other side of my family talking badly about me behind my back, and my birthday is coming up in about a week so what a perfect little gift. I know it’s not just for me, but I’m sure as hell gonna pretend it is lmao I really loved this ch so so much I’m so excited with what you’ve done so far and can’t wait to see where the story takes us next!!! Honestly it was kinda nice to have a ch that felt a little bit like some downtime since things have been so crazy in the story too !! Missy you’re such a great writer thank you for taking the time to write these stories and for being willing to share and interact with your readers!!! I hope you have a great week and I hope you enjoyed my reactions even though this is so long lol -💜💜💜

HAHAHA your reaction to the entire flashback scene is SUCH a mood 😭😭😭 but honestly as I was sitting there writing this I was just chuckling to myself like, oh MC you’ll understand in due time because CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🤌🤌🤌 and I LOVE that as the story goes on you get a more clear image of Seokjin being cocky and privileged and all of his fuckboyery glory

and the bathing !!!! scene !!!! 🤌🤌🤌 it’s all about the SUBTLE 

touches 🤌🤌🤌 the STARES of YEARNING 🤌🤌🤌 not gonna lie after I wrote her making eye contact with him after she gets out of the bath I just sat there like…😳 this is kinda hot aHHHHH and lemme tell you when Seokjin and Jungkook meet, whew it’s gonna be, 🤺 🤺- well maybe not bc MC wouldn’t let him HAHA but you can imagine between the two how much smack talk will be going on!

🤌🤌🤌🤌 yes THAT scene yeah 🤌🤌🤌🤌 need I say anymore?? Other then in the original draft they actually got a LOT more frisky then this 😭 but after trying to rewrite it I just couldn’t convince myself that MC would be comfortable with it in this version, so I gave y’all just a little crumb for previews of coming attractions, which don’t worry, are coming pretty soon now 🥶

Also !!!! HAHAHA I intentionally wrote the scene with JK and the boys where when Taehyung mentions Wheein, people are kinda like ??? 👀 is he gonna get mad at Wheein??? But SURPRISE !!!! He’s a dork who’s just worried ☹️ Jungkook deep down is a pretty level headed boy who’s tired and just wants Mc to be safe and YES we finally get to meet Yoongi.

As for who the half brother is…HEH guess we’ll just have to find out 😎 and aNd AND!!! Your remark about Taehyun 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s SO true!! He’s tired but he totally thinks Jungkook is like the coolest person in the castle (would never openly admit that) and he’s constantly working harder and harder just like Jungkook does 🥹 (even if it really isn’t healthy)

YESSSSS 🤌🤌🤌 I always LOVE being able to give MC a pet and I felt this was VERY fitting for MC, and also it’s like!!! A fresh start for her and Jungkook and he’s secretly really excited to gift it to her because he knows how heartbroken she was about the whole situation and now she had a pup to take care of aND- 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 *shhh this is a surprise tool for later 😏*

Ahhh I’m so happy you loved the chapter my dear!! And I totally agree with you, while it was more filler related, I felt like this chapter was VERY vital to Jungkook and MC’s relationship because it’s the very first where we can see them openly embrace one another and be receptive to one another, in conversation and touch and we can see this sort of softness develop between them that needed to happen during this chapter because the next arc of the story is very fun, in a lot of ways, but they’ll need to be closer for it to work! It’s also kind of nice to take a break from all the melodrama sometimes for sure haha!

I’m also so sorry for your loss my love! And I’m glad this little story of mine can provide some relief and a good distraction meanwhile and I hope you stay well hydrated and the universe is kind to you this coming week 🥹 as always seriously!! I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to write all of this out I LOVE reading them! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#missy answers #fic: wicked #anon 💜💜💜

[dollwritesarchive]

Omg babe I've been WAITING for you to get to choso that man is so fine fr 👀 alot of people like the way he looks in the manga better (I'll include a tiktok below) and like I cant help but agree lol but I still love him in the anime 🥺 idk if you've gotten to it yet but the part with geto, choso, and mahito is one of my favorite parts in the entire show like choso is having a full blown crisis and mahito is just being all cute and pouty LOL

Also we need to take a moment to talk about how AMAZING and SPINE TINGLING your toge fic was, the way you made him into an adorable little creep has me in a chokehold rn 🥵 you made him into the EXACT kind of creep I was thinking of too like I love that hes just so in love with you how could he not, hes not just a creep bc hes a bad icky person, he just cant help himself because he has so many feelings for you 🥺 it fits his character so well I love it 😍 I looooved when he just didn't care anymore and started leaving hickeys all over. Even tho it was a dark fic I still saw him as his cute soft self so that took some real talent fr lol. Also the fact that I would wake up and be mad that he put me to sleep like I would have thoroughly enjoyed that sir thanks LOL 😭 I agree about him having the potential to be dark, I mean with his power he could literally make you do whatever he wanted whether you wanted to or not (if he wanted to).

Also I wonder too how dark you can get and I mean if you ever need anyone to talk to about some dark ideas I volunteer LOL 👀 Are there any hard limits you have that you absolutely wouldn't write about/talk about? I love what you said about destroying any limits like sukuna and mahito are definitely your guys to do that lol

Also plssss send more tiktoks if you come across any I'm always looking for more to watch over and over again lol 😍

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRUCVXAv/?k=1

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRUCXwof/?k=1

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRUCVuyQ/?k=1

AHHH CHOSO IS SO SEXY IN BOTH I CANT HELP IT 💀 I watched the tiktok where they clowned on the anime version but honestly I like that one too 💀💀

THE GAMBLING SCENE YES Mahito pouting over the broken little piece HES SUCH A BABY 😫😫😫

IM SO RELIEVED YOU LIKED THE TOGE FIC. I’m glad I posted it, even though I was struggling for a day or two. i know the other characters won’t be as popular but I hope the jjk fandom here on tumblr takes me in soon 🥹 IM HERE TO OFFER CRUMBS

The absolute best part about being an individual with no real hard limits except the very obvious: no children or animals, is that I will write WHATEVER intrigues me. I’ve had some ideas for a Mahito group fic (geto, Mahito, choso, and haruta) so I’m trying to put those down on the doc soon!!

but yes, when it comes to how dark I can get, I can go down just about any rabbit hole so I guess it’s limitless? ALTHOUGH I may also be experimenting with scenarios in my downtime just to see what the darkest, filthiest ones I can come up with are.

IM FINISHED WITH SEASON ONE NOW! Although I did see the movie is on crunchyroll in September 😭 I don’t want to wait that loooonnng

#jjk nonnie ! #❤️❤️ #THESE TIKTOKS OF CHOSO ABSOLUTELY SLAP

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

i mean it’s obviously weird that the biggest city in the country is so white and skinny but it’s good to know that there are more diverse places, and surprising as well because at the time rural Hungary was a horror story among us erasmus students, like if the capital is like that can you imagine the country side????

yes!!!! that’s a huge misconception about latin american countries, that because they’re so diverse there’s no racism but there is still a lot. have you ever had a bad experience in terms of xenophobia or some other kind of prejudice in London? (if you’re not comfortable telling me just ignore the question) i’m asking because i read this girl’s blog the other day, she’s an American living in York and she reported a couple bad experiences like being told to go back to Canada and stuff

it’s the first one, called The Bookstore, i discovered it after reading one of the owner’s books, The Diary of a Bookseller - hands down this one is on the top 3 favorite books i’ve read this year

those are mine too!! and uhhhh yeah those tiny moments, subtle touches can be spicy as hell!!! actually for me they hit the right spots in a way that smut doesn’t, it takes a very well executed sex scene to make my breath hitch in the way a, say, hand on the lower back kinda touch does

yup i agree with you, when it came down to it Amarantha was wreaking havoc for a guy and that was a big turn off for me. and is kinda hard to nail a villain arch because it’s so easy to narrow them down to pure evil or a mental disease like they do in murder mysteries, the darkling is an example of a complex, well-written villain - though he’s not a girl, rather a sexy Ben Barnes hehe

i don’t think it’s harsh, not at all it’s actually really smart!! my mom used to say that a cautious woman is worth two (translation butchered my mom’s saying but that’s a necessary evil). i’m sure if i ever got into a LTR i’d be the same, financial dependence is a form of violence that’s still a huge reality in every country regardless of economical development and is surely one of my greatest fears

Jesus is your friend all right??? That’s so fucking scary, the fake nice guys!!! And we understandably get colder and more distanced with men only to be called out one it and them be all victimy about it “oh it’s so hard to date nowadays, yada yada yada” YEAH IT’S FUCKED UP BECAUSE OF YOU! On the other hand though – I hate being the hopeless optimist sometimes because I’m often misunderstood but please bear with me – I think there’s an upside to it, not that there’s a silver lining to violence (!!!!!!) but with the growing fear of dating men women look to themselves more – and after themselves too – like we care more for ourselves, we learn to enjoy our company more and our friends’ you know?

Is that radical? Heck yeah HAHAHA but also is it understandable? Heck yeah!!!! I mean sometimes it gets so fucked up like reading the news just gives us a headache that we wish there could be a way to re-do it from scratch, sadly though it’s not realistic I mean, a current Guy F*wkes would probably be as messed up as whoever was/will be in power in England, probably worse because those situations always end up as some sort of dictatorship/authoritarian regime.

I appreciate your understanding, really, and I guess I’m gonna be on both places HAHAHA it wasn’t planned or anything but Book Lovers is a sore spot for me, when you mentioned you finished it I HAD to run and listen your two cents on it – mostly because I knew you would agree with me but also because I value your opinion hahaha ~goodreads anon

To be fair, I don't blame you;

"like if the capital is like that can you imagine the country side????"

Everyone thinks like that and in any other country I'd be the same, but somehow the capital is less diverse than any other university city in Hungary. I have no idea how they managed to do that, but kudos for managing to f*ck up the capital xD

Mate, you are teaching me words here that I've never heard before. Not gonna lie, I had to google xenophobia. I think I might have heard it though, but never knew what it meant. According to my google search, it's...

"dislike of or prejudice against people from other countries."

This is actually very common in the UK, but funny enough it's less from British people and more from other foreigners. It's a bit f*cked up. I wouldn't say I've had bad experiences from British people, because I've never felt like I was made to feel different. However, foreigners from other countries do try to gatekeep and act like if you are not born British you are worth less even though they are foreigners as well. Make it make sense. Honestly, I don't really care. I went to college here, I've been going to uni here, I've been working here, paying tax here, living here for over a decade, I have the paperwork to stay here indefinitely so, I really can't give a poo about what people think about me.

Regarding Americans... that's a different story. Canada is a commonwealth country so people don't usually complain about that, nor do they really judge South Americans, but people from the USA will mostly face prejudice. And don't get me wrong, it's not a good thing nor do I support it, but at the same time, I OCCASIONALLY understand. I had American customers where I worked and some of them actually were surprised that people spoke in American (aka English) in England. Now, I don't like to judge people without knowing them, but at the same time when people come up to me with a lack of basic knowledge, regardless of how much I hate judging, I can't stop my brain from thinking... shit, education in the US must suck. Like I won't judge every American like that, but once an American says something like that, I will judge that one individual. But there are people who do judge all Americans after encountering 5 of the above mentioned Americans. Which is not good, but other than trying to explain to them that those 5 don't represent all Americans, you can't do much. And unfortunately Americans tend to be harshly judged in the UK. I personally haven't seen/encountered that prejudice in action, but I've heard stories.

Regarding books

"it takes a very well executed sex scene to make my breath hitch"

I completely get you. Sometimes smut is just there, but doesn't do anything for me. But a well executed witty conversation, the description of how they are struggling to keep their hands to themselves, the tension that makes me actually hold my breath whilst reading... they do make my tummy tingle more than a spicy scene.

"the darkling is an example of a complex, well-written villain - though he’s not a girl, rather a sexy Ben Barnes hehe"

Hahah okay okay Ben Barnes makes him a hundred times more attractive, but like regarding the darkling, I find the hate for him overwhelming anyway. Like I understand where they are coming from, he is not a sweet neighbour kind of character, but at the same time, after the amount of dark romances I've read, The Darkling is a simple cheerleader. People tend to forget that these characters are fictional. I agree that he is well written and I love that he is leaning more towards a villain than a morally grey character, because even as a villain people still find him relatable on occasions and it shows that not everything is black and white.

Financial dependence or rather financial independence is the goal and should be for every non-men. Like depending on a men nowdays is basically an invitation for losing yourself. Not in every case of course, but sometimes you can't see the red-flags and once you give over your financial independence to men, specifically those who try to control you and manipulate you, you're basically f*cked.

My friend is alright, though she was a bit shaken up. She is not really dating nowadays. Understandably so.

"with the growing fear of dating men women look to themselves more – and after themselves too – like we care more for ourselves, we learn to enjoy our company more and our friends’?"

This! I stand by this. For years women took their importance as second only to marry a guy, have children, create a family etc. And if that's what they want today, I support that. But back in the day it was the only socially acceptable behaviour for women, nowadays though women work, they can depend on themselves financially, they can mostly decide who they want to marry or if they even want children or not. Women care about themselves more, learn about themselves more deeply, try to understand themselves and focus more on their surroundings without the weight of being just a baby-maker. If you want a boyfriend, go ahead. If you want to stay single, by all means, do it. If you want to casually date, have at it. If you want to be a single mother and want children through IUI because you don't want a man beside you, I'm with you queen. This autonomy is what women needed. And in some countries women are still fighting for their autonomy or are judged for following their heart's desire, which is a shame.

Yeah, of course, I didn't mean that we actually need a G F, but at the same time, every countries' parliament that treats their people like nothing would need to get a wipe out in a radical world. Billionaires get away without paying tax or their tax bracket feels basically like pennies to homeless to them whilst lower class people have to balance on which day they should turn on the heating because their taxes take away their income. And this is a world wide issue. This is not even specific to countries.

Hahah my two cents were a whole ass novel xD But I'm all good on any places. We can keep talking about the above here and books on dms or just mix it up like we are rebels xD

#Heloise's inbox #goodreads anon

[notnctu]

backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

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Jealousy (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: Yelena has wanted to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Natasha. A party is a perfect opportunity for you to taunt her using Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: ​2,468

Translations:  Printsessa (Princess), Krasivaya (Beautiful)

Yelena has kept you a secret for a while now, and she prefers it that way. As she suspected Natasha was becoming suspicious of your relationship, she instructed you both to cool it. Well, if you could even call it that. With her, you never knew where you stood. Many things with Yelena weren't clear to you. There was no way of knowing how she felt about you, what she was thinking, or what she would do next. You knew, however, that you were hopelessly in love with her.

Yelena had asked you to keep your distance from her, but that did not mean you couldn't have some fun, right? If she wasn't willing to commit, then why should you? You found yourself at an outdoor party during the summer heat. It was the usual thing for people to show off their cars. The speakers in the truck of an expensive vehicle blared music. You were beckoned by Natasha, who was sitting on the bonnet of her blue BMW X3 SUV as the cars were parked in a circle. You approached her without much caution. If you become nervous, it would be more evident that something was going on between you and Yelena if you avoided her.

"Mommy and Daddy let you bring the car, huh?" You called out playfully as Natasha shot you a look of disapproval, patting the bonnet beside her. As you climbed up beside her, you stared out at the familiar faces drinking, chatting, and dancing.

"Very funny. I see you didn't bring my sister" Natasha reached for a Budweiser, biting the cap with her teeth as she twisted it open while looking straight ahead. 

"Why would I bring Yelena?" Your voice was laced with nervousness as you asked. You and Yelena have always been friends before all of that happened!

"Why wouldn’t you?" Natasha responded. During your attempts to assemble your thoughts, everything always went back to Yelena. What did she mean by that?

"A peace offering," Natasha offered as she handed you the Budweiser. Yelena wasn't going to like you drinking, she established how you were a lightweight, but there are no rules anymore; you might as well break them all. Fuck it. Without hesitation, you raised the beer bottle to your lips and took a sip of the crisp as she smiled at you, interrupting your chance to speak.

"For what?" What was she talking about?

"Fucking my sister," She said nonchalantly as you choked on your beer as you were in the middle of drinking. She gently slapped your back while leaning across to help you breathe again.

"I..I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Huh, that's funny."

"What is?"

"The walls are paper thin. I can hear everything, and I mean everything. Especially your name being moaned-"

"I get it, I get it!"

"I'm guessing El didn't want me to know?"

"She doesn't want anyone to know."

"I've known. I see how she looks at you. She always looks at you like you're the only one in the room. It's cute but she is my little sister so I will be teasing her about it in the near future."

"That obvious?"

"Very"

"She's just keeping me as a little secret for now, I guess."

"You'll have to change that now, won't you?" As the familiar engine rumbled in the distance, Natasha teased you. When Yelena's car was brought to your attention, you and Natasha both drank simultaneously.

"Speaking of the devil," Natasha commented against her drink. As Yelena's arm hung out the window, the yellow Mustang made its grand entrance. Her car stood out like a sore thumb, attracting everyone's attention. Especially yours.

"The one and only" As you shook your head, you climbed off the bonnet slowly, feeling eyes on you already, but they weren't just Yelena's. The eyes of a stranger caught your attention - a girl with auburn hair and green eyes.

"Oh hey! The beer trick with the teeth? Don't try that. You'll probably smash your teeth considering you can barely walk and chew gum at the same time." Natasha grins widely as she calls after you.

"Noted!" Your voice filled with laughter as you acknowledged your clumsiness. As you lifted the beer to your lips, you took a sip. As you watched from the corner of your eye, Yelena had climbed out of the Mustang. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened between her shoulder blades. Her makeup was applied perfectly. She had a red dress that looked like it belonged in a Lana Del Rey music video. It clung firmly to every curve of her body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was sexy. Dressed up for your attention and your attention only. Without hesitation, Yelena made her way to you and yearned for your gaze, but you declined her. 

That didn't sit well with her at all. To get a reaction from her, you would do anything you could to get her to want you. While you walked past her, you tipped your head back and continued to drink. While walking, she looked over her shoulder to see where you were going. To sulk beside Natasha, of course. When you approached the auburn-haired girl, she gave you a look of surprise. As she slowly tilted her head at you, she adjusted her red leather jacket.

"Maximoff.. Wanda Maximoff" She introduced herself to you, her eyes fluttering as she did so. Her smile was soft but loving, and her eyes were friendly but held a wicked streak behind them.

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, beautiful. I've been paying attention, especially to your little blonde girlfriend. The Belova girl, Yelena right?" Wanda commented as her eyes flickered towards Yelena, who was sitting beside Natasha on the bonnet, observing every move you made. You glanced over your shoulder at Yelena, who was mouthing something to Natasha: "What's she looking at?" referring to Wanda.

"That would be her."

"It seems she doesn't like me that much now?" The corner of Wanda's lips curled into a smirk; she didn't seem to mind.

"She'll get over it."

"Me and Natasha go way back. She's already given me the run down on Belova. She's just hung up on you that she realizes I'm not a threat… unless I want to be," Wanda teased you as you raised your eyebrow at her.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. Want me to put on a show for you?"

"Tempted"

"Come on then" Wanda extended her hand for you to take, and you put your hand into hers. It did not feel right when it wasn't Yelena's hand, but it was worth it to see her reaction. To be closer to the music, you followed her into the clearing. As you giggled, she spun you on the spot, holding the bottle to your lips as you finished it. They seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest, with Wanda in on it with Natasha. 

Playfully, you wrapped your arm around Wanda's neck as your eyes fluttered to Yelena. Uncomfortably, she had now shifted on the bonnet. While watching the scene play out before her, she tightened her lips. She began to bite the inside of her mouth impatiently. She hated the idea of anyone touching you. Anyone that wasn't her. Yelena's face showed an expression you had never seen before, she was openly jealous of what was happening in front of her eyes.

"I'll give her three seconds before she comes over….one…two…." As Wanda leaned in slowly, she whispered to you, pulling you closer to her. Her breath was close to your lips, too close. From behind, you felt arms wrap around your stomach, tugging you back from the girl with the Auburn hair. You knew who it was by her gentle touch. Yelena. Your Yelena.

"I've got it from here, Maximoff" In response, Yelena snapped at Wanda, who clapped in surrender, bursting out in laughter.

"I was only teasing, Belova. Play nice now," Wanda playfully spoke as she made her way over to Natasha. They high-fived one another as Wanda climbed up on the bonnet beside her.

"You can look but you can't touch, Maximoff." 

"Who said I was only going to look, Belova?" Playfully sticking her tongue out, Wanda added fuel to the fire. 

"I did." Yelena explained each word laced with her accent before turning her attention to you. Now you're in for it.

"Drinking and chatting up Maximoff now? Haven't I taught you any better?" Yelena's question was directed at you now.

"Seems you haven't."

"Have you forgotten who you belong to, Printsessa?"

"I don't belong to anyone."

"Is that so?"

"According to you, "I don't belong to anyone," You replied bubbly; Your eyes peered up at the green-eyed girl whose lips parted. Observing her tense face, you could tell she was not happy with what you did. Your body was equipped with enough alcohol to make you brave.

"What are you going to do about it, Yelena Belova?" As she scowled at your sudden words, taken aback by your approach, you taunted her. Yelena didn't respond; she remained silent.

"Nothing, you'll do nothing" You rolled your eyes at her, turning on the heels of your shoes as you walked away from her once again.

"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." Yelena finally spoke, snapping out at you as she quickly caught up to you. Now she was high on adrenaline. When she grabbed your arm, she spun you around so that you faced her. Alcohol could not save you from the intimidation you felt. She leaned in quickly, shoving her lips against yours, grasping your cheek with her hand. 

As your body pressed up against hers in need, you swooned at her sudden movement. Lips moving in perfect sync. You craved her; you craved this. It caught you by surprise when Wanda and Natasha started cheering. Your face turned red as you pulled away from Yelena's lips. She whispered in your ear quietly with her lipstick now smudged.

"Lets go somewhere else. I want you to myself tonight. All mine." Her voice was alluring as you nodded at her. She grabbed your hand, tugging you over to her car. As you looked at Natasha, who gave you a thumbs up, you smiled widely. Once you reached the Mustang, Yelena put you in the passenger side, ensuring you secure your seatbelt. Before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat, she made sure you were safe.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see" While starting the car, she spoke in a calm and collected manner. The rumbling of the engine begins to soothe you. As you both left the party, you rested your head against the window and gazed out.

"Natasha knows by the way," You muttered.

"I know. I told her before the party but she already had an idea because she could hear us through-"

"The thin walls, she said." Laughing, you finished her sentence as your face turned red with embarrassment. As the world around you began to fade into darkness, you both sat in comfortable silence.

"El?"

"Hm?"

"I forgot to tell you… well.. not that I forgot to tell you but you're beautiful."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"Of course, I noticed. I always notice."

"I was too busy looking at you, Krasivaya." She explained to you as you suddenly turned to face her, your eyes studying her face as she smiled at you. The sight of her filled your heart with joy. As you quickly glanced out the window, you frowned at the sight of where she had taken you. She took the keys out, climbed out, and opened the door as she made her way to you. Suddenly, you felt breathless and scrambled out. You were both alone, just you and her. Her parking spot was elevated so that you could see the night sky from a greater height. You joined her on the bonnet of her car, leaning back as you stared up at the stars in delight.

"Jealous of Wanda then?" You called out to Yelena, who was getting comfortable on the bonnet; she suddenly darted her eyes at you with the sudden mention.

"Me? Jealous? Please."

"So you won't mind if I go back and just happen to dance with her again then?"

"Don't." The tone of her voice was stern and direct, but you took it as a challenge.

"Why not?"

"Jealous doesn't even describe what I felt. You got lucky."

"I got lucky?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"If you continued your little act you were going to be put in the backseat of my car and I was going to show you who you belong to infront of everyone."

"Maybe that's exactly what I wanted"

"Maybe I should have made that a reality then but you would've enjoyed it too much," She explained as she broke out in a chuckle; the way she laughed made you fall in love with her all over again. She slowly climbed off the bonnet as you gulped, your eyes studying her every movement. She made her way to the front of the car, pressing her knees against the registration plate. 

She grabbed your legs, pulling you forward as she stood between them. Her green eyes were wild as they gazed at you; you leaned back ever so slightly so she could tower over you. She liked being in control, and you gave it up so quickly for her. She studied your face; what was she thinking about? You could tell she was lost in thought. Maybe this was your time to ask her? 

"Yelena?"

"Huh?" You caught her by surprise as she rapidly blinked; she carefully rested her hands on your thighs as she waited for you question. How you approached it made her nervous, you could tell. The lines on her face had become apart as she frowned at you. For once, she didn't know what you were going to say.

"Why did you keep "us" a secret?" Her entire face changed the moment you asked. As if relief had suddenly overtaken her. As she had difficulty managing her words, she shut her eyes and tried to manage her frown.

"I don't know..I guess.."

"You guess?"

"I guess I was afraid."

"Yelena Belova afraid? I doubt that."

"I'm being serious." Her voice wasn't as bubbly as usual, but it had a sincere tone to it.

“Afraid of what?"

"To fall in love with you." Her hands were adjusted off your thighs so that she could play with the rings. When she played with her rings, you knew she was nervous. She twirled her rings around her fingers.  Since making things official made them real to her, she was afraid that the end result of all this would be hurting you.

"And now?" While you traced your eyes across the beautiful blonde nearby, you questioned nervously. As you watched her slowly turn toward you, you suddenly gulped. She was nervous; it was nice that it was the other way around.

"It's too late I've already fallen." 

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