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bubblegumbeyotch · 16 days
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#whyyyyy am i so annoyed and pessimistic all the timeeeee#like a friend invited me out and was talking about potential places to go#and i was like ugh all of these places sound like a hassle and i just wanna stay in my house#and not go anywhere or do anything#like idk when my attitude shifted like this bc i used to be super social#but it feels like nowadays i only want to be alone#or at most in the company of like maybe one or two people#everything just feels so overwhelming and like a lot of things are objectively going right in my life#for the first time in a long time#and i feel like an asshole because it’s like damn bitch this still won’t make you happy?#like i finally have a stable job and a loving relationship and i still find ways to make myself miserable#and i just feel like an ungrateful bitch#how do i stop being so fucking irritable? how do i stop being insufferable to be around?#like i feel rude bc im always leaving plans early and i always feel so out of it while im out with people#like i’m just a spectator and then people expect me to participate in whatever’s going on#and i have to work so hard just to act like a regular fucking person#who isn’t seething and grappling with some unknowable thing under the surface#and of course i realize i am not unique in this at all. everyone’s going through something#but i guess i just feel bad bc it’s affecting my relationships#like i feel so isolated from everyone and so reluctant to open up#and like how do i be like hey sorry man im not avoiding you bc i hate you i just feel unfit for human consumption right now#like what does that even mean?#anyway i don’t wanna go to work. im so tired#personal
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chuluoyi · 3 months
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the secret wife
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- nanami kento x reader
follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!
genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is
note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')
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On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...
“Hello? Yuji—”
Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.
“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”
Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.
“Oh? What's—”
“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”
And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—
—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.
“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.
Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...
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Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.
And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.
“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.
One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.
“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”
And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.
But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.
And did he feel so miserable afterwards.
. . .
“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”
Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.
"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."
"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"
"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."
And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”
"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"
"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"
Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—
"I'm going after them!"
"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"
Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.
Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.
Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.
The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.
"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"
Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.
"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"
"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"
Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"
With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?
Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"
And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."
"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.
"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"
After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.
"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"
"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"
"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.
"Eh? Huh!?"
Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—
Crash!
"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.
"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"
"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"
"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.
Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."
"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.
Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"
For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.
It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.
Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"
Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.
“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”
“S-so you are married!”
“Yes, that was what I—”
“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”
Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.
Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”
“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”
“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.
"Aren't we friends?! How—!"
"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.
Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.
"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"
"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.
Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.
There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.
"Gojo," Megumi blurted.
"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.
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Epilogue
"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"
That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.
"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"
You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."
Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."
"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."
"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.
"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”
Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.
"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"
"People like Gojo are confused—"
Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."
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awearywritersworld · 6 months
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"took you long enough"
gojo satoru x reader summary: when you ask your best friend to meet the guy you've been seeing, things don't go quite as planned. w/c: 3.2k tags/warnings: angst to smut with a fluffy ending. 18+. friends to lovers. jealous gojo. curse words. drinking. gojo shoves ur love interest. he's just kind of an ass to him in general. fem!reader. no use of y/n. a/n: i don't often write smut, but i kinda got carried away.. carpe diem, i say masterlist
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gojo is tired of hearing you ramble on about the new guy you've been seeing. he barely even glances at your phone screen when you try to show him a picture you took together.
"you're way out of his league," he states dryly.
"hardly," you scoff. "men don't exactly line up for me like women do for you."
it'd be a lie to claim you didn't have a thing for gojo at one point, but you learned a long time ago that he isn't interested in you that way. it wasn't hard to tell, given his parade of hookups and the occasional two week relationship. you've gotten over it though... for the most part, anyway.
he rolls his eyes. "i assure you that's only because you're shy, princess."
"okay, so you should be rejoicing that your best friend finally landed herself a boyfriend—"
"boyfriend?"
"well.. it's not official yet, but i think he's going to ask me soon!"
your apparent enthusiasm at the prospect leaves a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. of course, it's only because he wants the best for you and this guy certainly isn't it. "you've gone on like two dates."
"'toru, i've been seeing him for almost a month!" when he doesn't respond, you continue speaking. "so... that's why i was sort of hoping you'd come out with us tonight."
he looks at you increduously, "i am not third wheeling."
"you won't be!" you assure. "shoko and kento said they'd come. i just want you to meet him because you're really important to me and i actually think this could go somewhere—"
"alright, alright," he acquiesces, albeit begrudgingly. he's never been able to say no to you.
you squeal with excitement, throwing your arms around his neck in a brief hug. "i can't wait! we're all meeting at seven, i'll text you the address."
after a quick kiss to his cheek, you gather your things, all but running out the door. you weren't going to give him a chance to change his mind.
he stares after you wordlessly, running a hand through his hair while an unfamiliar tightness overcomes his chest.
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when gojo enters the bar, he spots you right away despite the sizable crowd. as he makes his way toward your group, he can't help but notice how pretty you look in your little dress. in fact, you'd look absolutely perfect if it weren't for the fact you have another man's arm around your waist.
wait, what?
your laugh rings out across the room and judging by the smirk on shoko's face, he can tell she's said something you find unreasonably funny. once you spot him, your face lights up and you pull away from your almost boyfriend to give gojo a hug, something that brings him a sense of satisfaction.
"hey, sweetheart," he greets loud enough that the other man can hear. "who's this?"
"satoru, this is shinya!" you're beaming at him expectantly, so gojo has no choice but to extend his hand.
"hey, man." shinya shakes it firmly. "it's great to meet you. my girl's told me a lot about you."
gojo's eye twitches and he decides almost immediately that he finds shinya utterly insufferable. his voice is grating and he's too short and didn't you say you prefer guys with lighter hair—
"nice to meet you, too," gojo responds cooly. "i'm always happy to meet one of her friends."
nanami and shoko share a knowing look, more than prepared to break out their hypothetical popcorn. and boy, is this as good an occasion as any.
the strongest sorcerer isn't one to indulge in liquor, but how can he refrain when he has to be in the same room as shinya? each time he touches you, looks in your direction, calls you some sickening pet name— whenever he breathes in your general vicinity, really— gojo brings his drink up to his lips.
everyone else seems to be getting along, but unfortunately, he grows increasingly snarky with each glass he empties.
shinya asks what you'd like when he goes up for another round and it's 'oh, you don't know her favorite drink? well, i guess you're not as close as we are.'
shinya pulls your chair out for you and it's 'wow, you really got yourself a gentleman, princess.'
shinya mentions that he's fairly well versed in martial arts and it's 'really? maybe we should go out back and spar. i think it'd be fun.'
nanami steps in then, not entirely convinced gojo would hesitate before laying him out. "you can put the measuring tape away, idiot."
shinya is being an impressively good sport, but your anxiety has you emptying glasses in a hasty manner, too. you have no idea what's going on with gojo. you understand that he can be abrasive at times and that communication definitely isn't his strong suit, but his behavior is just absurd. you force an awkward laugh at nanami's comment.
"not that i'm not having, um, a great time and all!" you hiccup before continuing. "but i'd really like to dance. c'mon shinya!"
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nanami and shoko wind up joining you both, which comes as a surprise. neither of them are exactly the partying type (not that you are either), but you're happy to see them having fun. honestly, you can't remember the last time either of them let loose.
you wonder if they also just wanted to escape gojo's snide remarks. now that they aren't ringing in your ear every other minute, your nerves have certainly calmed down a bit. well, until—
"so you do know that he's totally in love with you, right?"
"who?" you question, looking around as if it'd be obvious.
and it is, just not to you.
shinya chuckles. "gojo."
"what?" you bellow, completely dumfounded. "no way! i mean he's not— and i'm not— we're just friends."
"yeah?" he still sounds amused, nodding in gojo's direction. "is that why he looks like that?"
turning toward your table, even you have to admit he looks completely miserable. unbeknownst to you, he's spent the last half hour sending away every woman that approaches him asking to dance. he just isn't in the mood right now. at least, that's what he tells himself.
"er.. he just doesn't get out that much," you try your best to brush it off.
"whatever you say, baby."
you're relieved he doesn't seem terribly bothered by the idea, even if you find it completely implausible. it's true you spend a lot of time together and that you know one another like the back of your hands, but you'd given up any hope of it being more than friendship a long time ago. you'd moved on.
but if that's the case, why did shinya calling you baby suddenly feel so wrong? you convince yourself it must just be the alcohol.
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when the four of you finally stumble back to the table, you realize you've missed last call. though it's probably for the best, as the five of you are certainly in for a nasty hangover the following morning.
it's near closing time, but the crowd has hardly thinned out and the music is still beating loudly in your ears. you're going back to jujutsu tech with your friends rather than home with shinya, so you loudly exchange goodbyes over the music as he gets ready to leave.
"i had a really great time tonight," he tells you. "maybe we could go for dinner tomorrow? there's something i've been wanting to ask you."
"okay!" you agree eagerly, eyes shining. "i'll call you in the morning."
gojo feels his stomach drop, his jaw clenching bitterly. he tries to tell himself to relax because this is what you want, but he just can't seem to get his thoughts straight.
shinya leans down, his lips meeting yours sweetly, and it causes white hot anger to flood gojo's body. it all happens so fast, shinya's ripped away from you with astounding force and he staggers backward. you've been struggling to hear over the noise all night, though you make out each word that follows with striking clarity.
"get the fuck away from her!"
gojo stalks off before anyone has time to process what just happened. he's already half way across the room when you come to your senses.
"'toru!" you call out, taking a step in his direction when he doesn't respond. "satoru!"
you take another step but you're stopped when something pulls you back. you look down to find shinya's hand wrapped around your wrist before your gaze turns up to meet his eye. "look, i really like you, but if you go after him, don't bother calling tomorrow."
the ultimatum is simple, but so is your decision. "i'm sorry."
you run off before he can say anything else, shoving your way through the bar patrons, and follow gojo out the door into the cold air of night.
"satoru!" you shout once more, thankful that his pace is slow enough for you to catch up. he turns to face you when you tug on his sleeve.
you nearly shy away from him, his expression something fierce, but the liquor in your system gives you courage. "what the hell was that? you embarrassed me—"
"i don't fucking care," he spits.
he's never taken such a tone with you, so you throw your hands in the air and exhale impatiently. "what do you mean? you should care! you're my friend, aren't you?"
"that's exactly what i mean. you're supposed to be mine," he growls.
you're not sure how it happens, but the next thing you know, his lips are crashing into yours, your teeth knocking together with the force. his hands paw at your hips, pulling your body against his greedily.
"i can't believe," he mumbles against your lips, "you wasted your time," his hands find your hair, tugging your head back and revealing your neck, "with that fucking loser."
once he's finished speaking, his lips trail across your jaw, landing just below your ear. your eyes flutter open and you're suddenly very aware that you're standing in the middle of a public sidewalk.
"'toru," your voice is breathy, even though you're trying desperately to keep it together. "there are people—"
he pulls away heatedly, his eyes narrowed. "you didn't care when he kissed you in front of everyone."
"yeah, but that was just a peck," you reason, though if he keeps this up, you're worried you might lose your resolve.
"tch, i guess you're right." the familiar sensation of warping through space and time sweeps through your body for a few seconds before your feet meet solid ground again. you don't need to look around to know you're in his bedroom. "we're going to do a lot more than that tonight."
your stomach flips at his words, heat rushing to your core. his lips find your neck once more, leaving sloppy kisses along your skin. "that's what you want right? for me to show you who you belong to?"
you nod weakly, feeling as if you're in a daze.
"ah, ah. use your words, sweetheart."
"yes— ah—" he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone before nipping the delicate skin there. "yes, 'toru."
"then get on the bed," he orders lowly.
and who are you to disobey? you can't honestly say you haven't been dreaming of this for years. his blanket feels cool to the touch, making you realize suddenly how much your skin is already burning with desire.
he kneels beside the bed, wasting no time before pushing up your dress and pulling your legs apart. you see his shoulders fall as he exhales harshly at the sight. his eyes flutter shut when he presses a kiss to your core over the tiny cotton panties you decided to wear.
he's rudely reminded of the possibility that you may have put them on with another man in mind.
"did you let him fuck you?" he interrogates. his eyes don't leave yours as he begins placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh.
"n-no!" it's almost embarrassing how vehemently you deny it, but the man between your legs takes great pleasure in your response.
"mm, knew you were a good girl."
he hooks a finger beneath your panties, pulling them down excruciatingly slow. you buck your hips up once he throws them off to the side.
"feeling eager, princess?" he taunts, his breath fanning across your center.
you nod, your legs shaking with anticipation, before remembering what he said about using your words. "please, 'toru. need you so bad."
he can't possibly deny you, not when you beg for him so sweetly. he presses a soft kiss to your swollen bud before flattening his tongue against it, drawing circles there. he groans when your slickness coat his chin.
you whine when his eyes shift up to meet yours and push yourself against him even further. he chuckles against your skin, but truth be told, he's just as eager as you are. he slips one long finger inside of you, relishing in how easily you take it.
"oh—" you cry out as he adds another finger, his tongue pressing against you just a little harder.
his other hand is gripping your thigh roughly, the flesh spilling between his fingers. one of your arms is supporting your weight, but the other reaches out, your fingers threading through his hair.
you're panting now, tugging on his white locks in pleasure. he moans in response and the way your walls are clenching around him lets him know you're close. "c'mon baby, cum for me."
that's all it takes for you to unravel, his name falling from your lips over and over. he doesn't stop until he's sure you've come down from your high.
"you tasted so perfect," he tells you, unbuckling his pants in a hurry and shoving them down his legs.
his shirt and boxers follow quickly thereafter, so you pull your dress over your head. you can't tear your eyes away from his cock, it's long and thick and pretty.
he pushes you back against the bed and crawls on top of you, but then he just stares down at your face. just as you begin to wonder if something is wrong—
"you're so fucking beautiful. have i ever told you that?"
your mind reels for an answer, but you don't have to worry about it for long, as his lips capture yours. you can taste yourself on his tongue
"tell me what you want," he murmurs against your lips as he moves his cock along your slit, coating himself in your wetness.
"need you, 'toru. p-please, i need you to fuck me."
he smiles against your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside slowly. he leans back to find that your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are parted in bliss. he's determine to seer the image into his mind forever.
splitting you open is absolute ecstasy, the noises he's making are proof enough of that. "fuck, princess. fuck."
he nearly whimpers when he bottoms out. "god, you feel so perfect. i could stay in this pussy forever."
your legs wrap around his waist once he begins to pump in and out. "never felt so full, 'toru. it feels s'good."
he shudders at your words and laces his fingers with yours, sweat beading on his forehead as he picks up his pace. his head dips down, his teeth nipping the skin of your neck aggressively.
"p-people are gonna see—"
"i want them to," he rumbles. "want everyone to know how good i made this tight little pussy feel."
you can't argue with him, not when this is the best anyone's ever made you feel. his head shifts even lower, his tongue moving along your nipples in a way that has your back arching off the bed.
he uses the opportunity to snake an arm beneath your lower back, holding your body against himself firmly. the new angle has you mewling his name in the most sinful way.
"you're takin' me so well. like you were made for this cock."
your head's lolling to the side as you fall to pieces beneath him and he can feel himself getting close. "look at me when i fuck you, baby."
you do as he asks, his hips stuttering when he sees the tears of pleasure swimming in your eyes. "you're mine, aren't you? tell me you're mine."
your pussy clenches around his cock so tight it's almost painful. "i'm yours, 'toru. all yours."
"fuck, that's my good girl. gonna cum for me again, hm?"
you nod up at him meekly, too far gone for words, but he doesn't seem to mind this time.
"'i'm close too, sweetheart." his fingers reach down to rub circles on your clit, eliciting a throaty moan from you.
you feel your stomach tighten and you're nearly there, but you don't go over the edge until he begs, "can i fill you up? want to so bad."
you can't find the strength to respond, so you hope the way you tighten your legs around his waist and claw at his back is answer enough.
your head rolls to the side once more, your vision going fuzzy around the edges. he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning you to face him. "please, baby. wanna see you when i cum—"
he hums your name through a choked moan, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reaches his own high. he collapses on top of you, laying there for a moment before pulling out and rolling onto his back beside you.
no words are shared, both of you trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate. the silence gives your mind a chance to wander, which is never a good thing.
you consider the fact that gojo's never kept a girl around for more than a week or two— that this probably meant way more to you than it did to him. you sit up feeling stupid and wrap your arms around your chest.
you look around the room in search of your panties, his cum running down your thighs when you stand up to grab them. it's not until you pull them up your legs that he opens his eyes. he props himself up on his elbow, furrowing his eyebrows when you pick up your dress.
"what are you doing?" he asks curiously.
"well, i figured i should go back to my room—"
"what, are you crazy?" he gawks at you. "get your ass back in this bed."
you approach him shyly, your apprehension clear to him. "i mean, you can if you want, but why would you go back to your room?"
"i just didn't know if you... you know.."
"no, i don't know." if you knew him any less, you might think he was intent on torturing you, but it's clear to you that he's genuinely confused.
you sigh. "i just didn't know what this meant for us."
"baby, i didn't think i could make it any more clear." he sits up to grab you by the wrist, tugging you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist. "i'm all yours, so you're stuck with me." he tries to mask the nervousness in his voice when he asks, "is that okay with you?"
you nod, hiding your face in his neck. "took you long enough."
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Pretzel (M)
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pairing. alpha jeno x female omega reader
genre. non-traditional a/b/o AU, and they were roommates, pw-barely any-p, M/F, one shot
warnings. profanity, gamer Jeno, mild e2l, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 8k+
now playing. pretzel//nct dream
smut warnings. unprotected sex, heat sex, masturbation, oral, possessiveness, choking, biting, degradation/praise, knotting, wet messy slicked up filth
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Today is going to be a good day, because today you woke up with renewed motivation despite another restless night.
Your apartment is the perfect walking distance from work. Utilities are included in the rent, there’s an adorable bakery across the street that serves the best almond croissants, and the balcony has an amazing view of the mountains.
Not to mention rent was more than within your budget.
Nothing can ever actually be perfect though, your roommate reminds you as he steps out of his bedroom reeking of pungent Alpha scent, shooting you a wink on the way to the bathroom.
“Morning, Omega.”
Your apartment is perfect, other than one insufferable factor.
Jeno Lee moved in last week after your landlord had promised you ‘no issue’ of housing you with another Omega. No issue until it became an issue, that is.
‘You said Alphas aren’t permitted on this floor!’
Mr. Huang shrugs, blaming his son's lack of diligence. ‘Ah, I give him one task! You kids never listen.’
‘I don’t care! I can’t live with an Alpha!’
‘It will be temporary, okay? Technically he paid the first month’s rent in full along with the entire deposit before you. So unless you want to be out on the street by the end of the day, I suggest you learn to live with it. Besides, it’s not the 1900s anymore, what Omega doesn’t use heat suppressants these days?’
You, of course.
Not that you had reason to divulge your medical history to nothing more than a stranger.
‘How soon can you relocate me?’
‘As soon as another tenant moves out, it’s all yours! I’ll make a note of it right now!’
Mr. Huang, of course, failed to mention the fact that none of his current leases had less than 6 months left to go.
‘Us Alphas get a bad reputation for no reason! Anywho! Jeno seems like a really nice young man!”
“Temporary my ass.” You mutter, picking burnt bits off your breakfast. A really nice young man, or the bane of your existence.
Jeno, your new roommate who makes zero effort to shut the bathroom door before dropping his towel, leaving every inch of skin visible for your puffy half-awake eyes to take in.
Jeno, your new roommate who smirks without breaking his gaze while shutting the door enough for the latch to somehow never lock.
Jeno, your new roommate who has no qualms about how loud his moans bounce off the tile shower walls.
Jeno, your new roommate who strolls through the living room still dripping wet, scrubbing his hair dry aimlessly on his way to the kitchen to sit across from you and take a bite of your uneaten toast while scrolling through his phone, occasionally nudging into your shoulder to point out something he finds hilarious.
Jeno, your new roommate who manages to disrupt your peaceful perfection any chance he gets.
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“You don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get? You live with a sexy Alpha, and you’re terminally single. Of course I get it!” Your best friend says, clicking her tongue snarkily. 
“Me being single has nothing to do with this!” You snap back, pacing back and forth through your living room. Occasionally bending to pick up the various scattered belongings your roommate never seems to put away, from different remotes for his numerous consoles to empty snack wrappers. 
“Wait, these are my chips!” You snicker, turning on your heel to storm into the kitchen. “This guy has no respect for me, he thinks I’m an idiot!”
“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous! He seemed really nice the other day when I dropped you off.”
“You met him for 2 seconds and asked me if he has a girlfriend, you have no right to an opinion.” Shifting your phone between your shoulder and ear, you begin to inspect your cabinet, noticing different items missing.
“I knew it!” You exclaim, glaring before quickly explaining that you need to hang up.
“Jeno! did you eat my ramen again?!?”
Another day of living with an Alpha, and another day full of frustration.
From your toothpaste spilling out because someone continues to lie about using it and never properly closing the tube, to your roommate carrying the faint scent of your favorite body wash combined with his overbearing zesty bergamot Alpha musk. Not to mention the amount of times you’ve noticed your groceries diminishing before you could even touch them.
Jeno has more than just an affinity for your belongings, he either had to be doing this on purpose, to annoy you, or he truly did not comprehend the meaning of ‘invasion of privacy’.
“Jeno!” 
It’s Sunday, the day you both coincidentally always end up staying home. Not that you do go out for much other than for work and to complete errands— something your roommate never fails to mention when taunting you for being a stay-at-home ‘hermit’.
The beginning of your tantrum goes unnoticed, of course, because while every little thing he does manages to itch through your limbs in the most irritating of ways, Jeno could care less. Your presence never fazed him, if anything you only brought amusement to his day the more you’d stomp and reprimand him over minuscule happenings.
“Jeno!” Another shout of his name is the only warning you give before breaking into his bedroom. The crinkled empty packet of ramen gripped tightly in your hold; because why bother throwing out the evidence after eating the last pack? That would mean he gave a shit.
“Jeno! what the fuck is your prob—“
The scent of crushed up lemon hits you first before the familiar bergamot; dripping sticky bitter fruity juice between, staining everything surrounding along the way with acid. It’s more than overwhelming, locking your knees together, melting your feet to the floor, ferociously curling through your gut. 
It’s not Jeno’s usual scent, it’s arousal. His usually annoying scent that clings to every inch of this apartment clouded by raw, depraved, hungry, unmated feral Alpha arousal.
The headphones attached to his head block out the sound of your shrill annoyance, computer screen in front of him displaying a video of a desperate Omega clawing at bed sheets; hurled closer to the camera filming them. Rough thrusts and a fist secured in her hair rip her neck into a painful arch, making the shot of her breasts clapping together much too clear. Tear stained cheeks glow ahead, lifted up by a smile and what you can only assume from reading her lips is ‘More! PLEASE more!’
Jeno grunts from his chest, a loud thwack of skin meeting skin blends with the thick buzz of pleasure filling the four walls you stand awestruck in the middle of, unable to convince yourself to leave and pretend this never happened.
The empty package of ramen drops from your fingers, clutching at your stomach to calm the heat that’s begun to spring, pushing lower the more seconds pass stuck in place; lost to the humid scent of your roommate’s sweat trickling down the side of his face.
Too engulfed with his need to get off, the Alpha has yet to notice you; his profile illuminated by the screen radiating the most light in his dimly lit bedroom. Hems focused, gnawing on his bottom lip with skin folded between his eyebrows, releasing short staggered breaths the faster his forearm jerks. Floppy strands of dark blue hair bounce above his sharp eyebrows, muscular arm rippling beautifully under the shadowed light the more power he exerts.
The deafening obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh draws your gaze lower, choking on a dry inhale at the sight of the tip of his glistening length.  
‘This is an invasion of privacy’ you think, convincing yourself to step back without caution. 
“Ughh, fuck!” Jeno’s voice rings out deep, gravelly and strained as if he’s been edging himself for hours, and maybe he has..
The realization that you’d last seen him this morning on his way to the kitchen flashes across the back of your mind. 
Jeno had paused in his tracks upon spotting you stretched in a split on a yoga mat. Skin tight shorts riding up your bottom, bunched up between your cheeks catching him off guard with his foot stuck mid-air.
‘Uhh..’
Peering over your shoulder, you see his jaws half hung open, his pink lips parted with a lost gaze. ‘What?’
He didn’t respond, continuing to eye from the curve in your stretched foot up to your waist dipping in, unable to neglect a throbbing sensation starting to form inside of his sweats.
‘Jeno!’ You called out annoyed, twisting into another stretch that only arches your back deeper. ‘Do you need something?’
The Alpha straightened up, clearing his throat with a shake of his head before continuing to the kitchen, his hands mindlessly reaching for your half of the cabinet in search of something to munch on; he hadn’t had time to go to the store this week yet, and maybe your food just tastes better than his.
Fuck.
Jeno couldn’t stop himself from sneaking looks over his shoulder, struck by the way you’d gently blot your face free of sweat. The rise and fall of your chest only spurting more thoughts he knows better than to allow himself to have.
It’s been almost a month of this now, of struggling to keep himself collected each time he leaves his room to find you either glaring at him from the kitchen table over a steaming cup of coffee or bent over in some suggestive position. Whether it be with your head buried in a cabinet searching for your favorite ramen bowl that he may or may not have purposely hidden, or your stupid pilates stretches. Those stupid stupid positions you put yourself in, some he had no idea one could even contort themself into.
It wasn’t much at first, Jeno thought sure, yeah, you’re cute. Maybe you’re really cute, especially when you huff and puff around your shared living quarters complaining about your toothpaste again.
It really was a mistake the first time he used it, but the way you bursted into his room screaming about how you pay extra to maintain a pearly white smile tickled him more than it should have. 
Creamy wash dangled from the dispenser of your favorite body wash, the one that blended beautifully with your natural scent and clung to the shower walls even hours after you’d already finished washing up. He swiped it off, dragging the sugary sweet white soap down the center of his chest. A spark of excitement heightened the lower he dragged, easy to imagine you there, taking your time to scrub and rub the bubbly foam over your skin until it felt silky smooth; as silky smooth as your bare arm felt against his bumping into each other in the hallway. Soft enough for an apology to get lost on his lips..
‘Sor—‘ Jeno drifted off, the area you grazed prickling on his arm. A tingle shot up his limb from the slight contact, curling his sock covered toes into the carpet while you glared and cursed him under your breath back on your way inside of your bedroom as if you felt nothing at all.
He tried to stay subtle about it, knowing you threw a fit about getting paired with an Alpha to live with, but it became more difficult with each passing day.
Maybe snatching a pair of your underwear had been a mistake, but as he saw them fall from your freshly dried hamper of laundry he couldn’t deny this must be fate. Not with how soft the cotton material felt against his nose, not with the fresh and airy scent of your wash sticking to his palms. 
Maybe jerking off with a handful of your body wash hadn’t been the best idea, but he couldn’t deny how much easier picturing you on your knees under the showerhead had become, even after cumming on the wall with his face smashed against the foggy tile; sadly watching his need for you swirl it’s way down the drain.
That’s how Jeno found himself once again searching up Omega’s submitting for their Alpha on the heat hub.
Maybe he returned to the search page for roommates fucking during heats and ruts more than once, maybe he never clicked out. Especially from one particular video featuring an Omega with similar features as yours, an added bonus that she too hated her roommate much like you.
“UGH!” Another whined groan snaps you back to reality, stumbling back as Jeno’s hips jump forward, fucking into his fist faster to climax in time with the video playing.
The bend in his neck accompanied with a string of moans shatters your resilience, stepping on your own foot with the other too distracted as you step back. The small shelf near his door meets your elbow and crashes down, pouring out a pile of video games and DVDs noisily; cursing under your breath at your failed attempt to sneak away without notice.
“Shitshitshit!”
“What the fuck?!” Jeno twists fast, too fast, lunging his head back with the headphones still plugged into his computer. He scatters, speedily shoving his length back inside of his sweats with one hand as his other works to shut off the screen. “What the fuck are you doing in here!”
“I—I—“ dropping to your knees, you try to speak. Tongue heavy in your mouth causing you to stutter, aimlessly patting for the door frame to get out. A familiar pang of heat quickly surfaces, screaming for an Alpha to take advantage of you any way they please.
Jeno fumbles to stand, stopping dead in his tracks when it hits him. Stronger than his own scent, the undeniable waft of Omega slick punches through his chest, choking on a deep inhale of your body's release practically begging to be claimed.
“Heat?” He says quietly to himself, jaw slowly falling open watching you try to move away. Crawling backward with your palms on the floor into the hallway. With the little bit of strength you still have, you turn to run on your knees through the hall, coughing against the urge to stay put and let the Alpha in your presence strip you down to nothing. 
Your bedroom door clicks shut just in time to catch sight of Jeno rushing out of his, stampeding over to crash against the door slamming shut in his face.
“You’re in heat??” He asks, sounding it utter awe. Licking across his lips to remoisten them, he’s still too shocked to process everything, groaning with his groin shoved flat to the door to stave off his hunger. The idea that you fell into heat because of him doing more than enough to get him off.
“Aw come on,” Jeno presses closer to the outside of your bedroom door. A smirk evident in his voice as his warm cheek drags against the chilled wood to speak near the small crevice between the frame. “All of this arguing about lack of privacy for weeks and here you are, triggered your heat because you were being a pervert? Naughty naughty.”
“Go away!” You clamber to barricade yourself in even though the doors locked, stuffing a pillow over your face to minimize the pained shriek you let out.
Jeno sighs, softly knocking his forehead against the door. “Promise I’ll be nice if you let me in, it must hurt..” 
“Not in heat.” You croak in anguish, dropping your head back to suppress a cramp spiking between your thighs. 
“Sure baby..” Jeno’s lips tighten, wondering how long it’s been since you last went into heat with an Alpha around; your scent’s dizzying, churning his already aroused brain to nothing but a pile of mush. “Bet it’s been so long since anyone touched you, hmm? you know you can’t get through this alone.”
“I said go away Jeno!” 
The mix of your scents tastes like a drug poured onto your tongue with each struggled breath you take, burying your nose into your pillow harder to keep the Alpha’s more powerful one subdued. It’s impossible with him so close, practically seeping through your walls with each taunting word and delighted laugh he lets out.
“Liked what you saw that much, Omega?” He’s brazen now, fully digesting what this means after weeks of pining for you in secret. Jeno can barely contain a smile, momentarily grateful for the door keeping you divided. “How much did you see, baby?”
He sighs through the door, dragging his knuckles up and down, the sound of it looming above where you crouch and listen. “Did you know I was thinking about you? I always do now. Always think about your soft pretty scent, your tight ass bent over on my bed, teasing me until I stop gaming and fuck the life out of you.”
A gasp collects in your pillow, tightening your legs closer together to stop yourself from squealing as another dollop of slick pours out. The shorts you still had on after finishing your morning workout completely wrecked now. “I know you saw it, you saw everything, didn’t you? Is that what did it for you, baby? Watching me jerk off to another Omega? Did you know I had you on my mind?”
Jeno waits, chewing his bottom lip while picturing your stunned face again; silently absorbing the heavy aroma of slick you left between the hallway walls. “Come on baby, did you know I was thinking about you? Pretending my pretty roommate cried and begged me to go harder, fuck you faster and deeper like some needy Omega bitch in heat..”
Breath lodges in your throat upon his admission, caring less whether it be true or false, he knew exactly what to say to turn your insides upside down. 
“Come on, open the door for Alpha.” 
A minute of silence passes, and you think about it. 
Jeno could help you through your heat, this living situation is temporary anyway. It’s too late to find a clinic to suffer it out at, and your heat wasn’t supposed to hit until next month. You had no time left to prepare, and if your memory serves you right— you need new batteries too.
As much as you try to deny an attraction to your roommate after daily complaints, it’s not as if you have been able to ignore how nervous his presence alone makes you.
Jeno annoys you because you like him, and that’s upset you ever since the day you met.
The tips of your fingers brush around your doorknob, pushing onto your knees with a sniffle into your pillowcase. 
“Go away Jeno,” you say finally, shoving back to curl into a ball as your Omega screams to let him in.
“Fine, suit yourself and suffer in there alone all you want.” He chuckles, tapping up and down your door to create a drum that accompanies his sweet vocals. “I’ll be in my room where you found me, waiting for when you’re ready. Come out, come out whenever you want, Omega.”
Footsteps rain heavily through the corridor, beating against your ear. You sigh defeatedly, returning to press up and listen for the familiar sound of his bedroom door shutting. It takes more than a minute, the Alpha lingering down the hall in wait, expecting you to succumb and claw your way out with your hands positioned ready for prayer and beg for his help.
He sighs quietly, but loud enough to your alert senses, shuffling back to his bedroom with the door shutting but not clicking to lock.
You know he means it, it’s an invitation, precisely as he said to recreate what you caught him watching.
The better part of your conscience commends your ability to stay put and control your natural instinct that craves every inch of the Alphas skin under your tongue, but the devil you ignore clawing at your shoulder chants otherwise.
“Fuck me.” You hiss between grinding teeth, pushing your underwear down for a pinch of relief. The first touch of air-conditioned breeze rustling between your hips aches more than usual. In fact, everything aches more than usual, never once had any heat hit you this hard and left you this aroused before.
This had to be Jeno’s fault. Stupid Alpha leaving his enticing scent everywhere. Stupid Alpha pushing your buttons for weeks until you ended up here on your knees contemplating how much more of this you can take.
Delirium takes over your brain before you can even sweep your fingers between your thighs. Slick aggressively pours down the inside of your legs, sticky and wet down to the pits of your knees making everything all the more uncomfortable. 
Heats had been bearable for the most part, mostly able to handle it yourself, even still showing up to work on your last couple of days with how well you managed to control your Omegas desires and stayed on top of using suppressants.
Jeno just had to show up and fuck up everything for you, with his stupid dark shiny eyes, his stupid attractive smile, and his extra stupid ripped stature that ignited a hint of fear in your gut every time he stood near you, every time his solid flesh so much as rubbed against yours.
As if your Omega could predict your next move, the devil on your shoulder cheered, encouraging you to hurry before ‘our Alpha’ grows more agitated with us.
“Useless.” Banging your head against the wall, you smear a slick painted on your hand across your shirt, shuddering as another pained moan slips out of you.
Silently pleading for forgiveness to no one other than yourself, your last shred of self-restraint evaporates, twisting the knob to collapse out onto the hallway floor. Jeno’s room seems further than ever now as your knees burn to carry you across the expanse of space separating the two of you. The journey down the hall pricks through your bones, cracking and hurting until you finally barge into his bedroom.
The Alphas exactly as you’d found him earlier seated at his computer chair, another video playing on the screen, headphones back on. 
“Alpha..”
A smirk creeps onto his face before looking over to watch you miserably trudge through his room, pathetic with drool already dripping from the corners of your lips.
“Jeno..” Your knees burn and bruise against the floor, slowly crawling deeper in without strength to open the door properly. He fully expected for you to lose control of yourself and find your way back to him, on your knees again as you’d left earlier.
Shifting with his feet paddling against the floor, he swivels side to side waiting until you near close enough to clutch onto his calves, burying your digits along his sweats to hoist yourself higher. “Alpha..”
“You think you deserve anything from me? After I offered you my help so nicely?” Jeno tsks, maintaining an icy expression. Eyes narrowed and jaw locked tight to keep up his cold unforgiving composure even as you pull harder on his sweats to lift yourself between his thighs; even while you drag your face against his upper thigh panting like a thirsty pup. 
“I think you owe me..” he says, sucking in a breath between his teeth, leaning his neck to one side. “How can you expect Alpha to willingly help you after treating me like this?” 
Jeno continues on, pouting when you scratch at his chest. The collar of his shirt dragged down by your grip on the material to pull yourself closer to him. 
“Please, please Alpha, n—need.” You whisper, pressing a wet kiss to his navel that sets a chill of heat down to his groin. The combination of your fierce grip on him and the heat radiating from your fingertips has him fighting to keep calm, slowly allowing his eyelashes to flutter shut as the scent of your prominent thick slick crashes like high-tide waves against his skull.
“What do you need?” Jeno says, lowering his gaze to pan over the distress that’s taken over your beautiful features. 
“Alpha please, please don’t make me..”
The dark glints lining his iris flicker with shards of gold and reds from listening to your groveling, but not enough to break his defiance. “Why should I still be nice? Have you been very nice to me, baby?”
With a clear head you’d probably snicker, bite back and mock him in return, but with heat completely engulfing your body you couldn’t find a care to argue. A coughed wail runs from your throat, stradling the small space left on his lap to wrap around the Alphas broad shoulders and soothe your raging heart with his usual bitter scent that’s ripened, sweet as a bowl of freshly cut fruit; staining your tongue with traces of acidity on a hot summer day. 
Gripping your waist, suckinghe sucks in a breath as he admires the amount of space his large hands are able to cover. Squeezing you tight as the idea of bruises and marks created by his hands showing up on your hips and thighs manifests beyond fantasy. “There there, you know Alpha will take care of you.”
Jeno pinches your chin, having to bite back his lower lip at the way your mouth wobbles; glossy gaze staring back at him pleading to be ruined. “Good Omegas know how to ask for what they need.”
“Jeno!” You whine, sniffling before a tear slips feeling more desperate and humiliated as he grasps your hip with one firm hand to stop you from grinding. “Please! I need you!”
The magic words pour from your lips, returning the Alphas hold to wrap around your waist to drag you closer; rolling his hips up simultaneously to press your bare core against his sweats forming a darkened puddle of slick upon his groin. “Smell so good for me baby, that’s all for me, right?” 
There’s something akin to desperation in the way Jeno’s stares at you while saying your name, pressing the pads of his fingers in your cheeks as he waits for you to speak, to reaffirm that you need him, not just any Alpha but him.
Pawing at his chest, you slowly nod, dipping closer to inhale every bit of him. For a small sliver of his taste to meet your lips. The scent you’ve begun to grow accustomed to feels even more overpowering now, aromatic and lucid inducing; hypnotizing your hips to roll faster for any type of friction against your center. 
Jeno forces your lips into a pout, allowing three breaths to pass between you before closing the small distance with his soft pink pout swallowing yours.
He kisses with equal hunger, nestled between your lips to suck and rub. The end of his tongue finding space inside of your mouth as you let out a gasp of surprise. Jeno’s big hands run down your back, kneading your ass over your shirt on the way to grip your thighs. 
The Alpha effortlessly moves to stand, lifting you with a secured hold around your thighs to set you on an empty space on his desk. Warm hands roam over your body, pushing beneath your shirt to clutch onto your waist again, this time with his digits sinking directly into your flesh. 
“You feel so good, so soft.” Jeno says between breaths, mesmerized by how smooth you feel. His hips rut up between yours, further smearing around the mess of slick coating his sweats. 
Bending lower, Jeno lays you back on his desk, licking the spit that's ended on your chin, rubbing his nose against yours before returning to your parted lips to plunge deep inside of your mouth; tongue gliding along yours. 
“Al-alpha..” moans continuously spew between strokes of his tongue, losing comprehension with another piston of his hips. The Alphas growing bulge presses stiff against your center, rubbing impatiently on your clit. “please, need you, n—need you now”
Jeno grunts, chewing your lips with his hands exploring, from squeezing your thighs and ass to tracing your shape up to your chest. He’s everywhere, mauling your mouth as he grinds harder, massaging your breasts with a strong hold, fingers tweaking your hardened buds. If not for his unrelenting will to not immediately fuck into you, you’d be sure he’s in rut.
“Need you too.” Jeno whimpers, winding the fabric of your t-shirt around your waist as a handle to grip and jam against you harder. “Need to taste you, feel every part of you.”
“Please, y-yes, Alpha please.”
Jeno nods rapidly, breaking into a sweat still fully clothed above you, large and powerful with his demanding empty thrusts that spiral up your chest, craving for more, more of the Alpha to consume you, more more more.
“Can you cum like this?” He asks breathlessly, a hint of whine singing from his throat as he bends to lick up your jaw, trailing up your ear to suck on. “Cum for me baby, wanna taste you.”
“Alpha, n-no—” his pace is unforgiving now, pushing your shirt up to stuff into your mouth muffling your moans. Jeno grunts listening to the nasty wetness between you, slick dripping down between his thighs leaving his sweats soaked. The table under you a complete mess of arousal smearing its way up to your lower back.
“Oh fuck!” With gritted teeth he pulls away to watch your chest heave, hips lifting up in desperate need. A stream of slick pulses out, squirting onto his shirt and the space under you, landing with a loud obscene splash. “Fuckfuckfuck.”
He can’t wait any longer, dropping to his knees quickly, his mouth attaches to your entrance before you can finish. Swallowing and sucking the last spurts of slick, the shock of his tongue dipping in shooting your spine rigid; bowing up into an arch with your feet scrambling to settle on the desk. “Alpha!”
Jeno groans from deep within his chest, his tongue working in and out of your convulsing heat instantly unable to get enough of the slick pouring down his throat. “Do you even know how good you taste?” 
The Alpha growls between slurping slick and licking between your folds, his nose covered with a layer of wetness from dragging up and down your exposed center. The tip of it rolling your clit into a mind-numbing circle as he takes a deep breath, slick filling his nostrils leaving him with hardly any space to breathe.
“Fuckfuck.” Jeno feels out of his mind, days of jerking off to the thought of you all leading to this moment. Ravenous with hunger to swallow you whole, he sucks on your labia folds, alternating the velvety flesh with light nips and pointed licks. Fat stripes of his tongue drag from your rim to your clit, lips pursed around the bundle of nerves to make you shriek.
A repeated chant of ‘so fucking good’ between deep intakes of wet breath sounds between your moans, heated palms squeeze your hips pushing onto the backs of your thighs to lift your lower back from the desk. Jeno stays bent over driving in deeper at this new angle, his tongue pushing in and out stretching your walls purposefully. 
Heat licks through your stomach when the Alpha pushes two digits in alongside his tongue, the stretch torturous as he falls into a fast-paced pump. Long thin fingers scissor way inside of you against the strain his tongue works up to, wiggling in deeper until his jaw hinges and locks. The tension in his muscle eliciting a grunt that fills your insides with toe curling vibrations.
Jeno imagines he could die with his face buried between your thighs, wondering how he went this long without your slick lathered on his tongue. His nose rubs back and forth against your clit the more he attempts to push in, slipping another finger into you. 
“Jeno! I’m—fuck!” You keen, wrinkling between your eyebrows as a shout and another wave of pleasure crashes over you. White heat filled with lust blacks out your senses as climax fully hits, having to reach for chunks of the Alphas hair to yank at between wailing for him to stop.
The Alphas ears feel foggy, clouded with fuzzy cotton and the screams of your pleased moans. He works past your orgasm, tongue gliding out to only focus on your clit, striking it in repeated motion with lick after lick; long fingers gaining momentum as he buries a fourth in and jackhammers another orgasm out of you. 
Your next release hits faster, his arm stiffening to push the tips of his digits against a spongy spot deep inside of you, splaying his other hand under your bellybutton with a harsh suck around your bundle of nerves. 
“Jeno!” 
Screams sound around the room, eyes rolling to the back of your skull with the assault from the Alphas merciless fingers and mouth. Slick rushes out viscously bursting past the digits lodged deep inside of you, coming to a still as he enjoys the stream smacking him across the face. 
“Holy fuck.” Jeno sighs, licking the mess off his lips before dragging out and kissing from over your slit to your entrance, hips twitching up with a whine from the oversensitivity.
“So perfect..” the Alpha mumbles quietly, not loud enough for you to hear over your euphoric daze; still lost in heat and addictive gratification.
He’s quick to strip himself, kicking off the sweats you’ve ruined and coming to stand up straight above you, looming large and broad.
“Never seen a prettier Omega.” He flatters, holding onto your knees to keep you spread open. Another embarrassing wad of slick leaks at the visual of the Alphas built frame hovering above you, his chest defined and abdomen etched in solid muscle, inching closer to your core. “With the prettiest pussy too.”
“Alpha, fuck me already, please!” You preen, squirming in his hold. His praise only does more to heighten your impatience and despair, squirming against the desk impatiently.
“Want me that much hmm? You going to cum that hard on my cock for me too?” Jeno clicks his tongue, sucking a breath between his teeth to lessen his Alphas rage to take you right now. The thought of fucking you for the first time anywhere other than his bed not sitting right with him. Leaning over, he kisses you softly, savoring the pilant moans you share between licks across the seam of your lips. Trailing his tongue inside to twist against yours and pull, drawing your neck and waist to arch up and allow his arms belt around you. 
Surprising you with his strength, he squats to haul you off the table, his bed not far off to lay you flat even with his legs shaking after staying hard for this long. Jeno can feel his last semblance of power disappear as he helps you out of your shirt, fully exposed beneath him with your face hidden and ducked against your shoulder as you flush. Suddenly shy with the Alphas dark glossy gaze taking his sweet time to scan your figure and caress your delicate curves.
“So pretty for your Alpha..” Jeno whispers, completely enraptured. Sleek eyes glazed over as they pass across every inch of skin, tickling down your sides to grab onto your hips again. The hiss you let out lets him know it hurts, bruises surely forming in the shapes of his fingers, an image to revel in until he can properly claim you.
“Alpha, fuck me.. please fuck me.” You whine more feverishly now, reaching to scratch and pinch his waist and meld your bodies closer, his thighs forming more space between your hips to settle his length against your core.
“Do you even understand what you’re begging me to do baby?” Jeno questions, lapping his mouth clean as his palm flattening around your throat. “Begging for Alpha to ruin you.”
“Wa—want you, want you to ruin me.” His grip tightens, snaking your throat with a chokehold when you plead for him to make it hurt, make it hurt good enough to remember. “Pl—please..”
“What if I need everything, what if I need every part of you?” He breathes harshly, hips rolling forward to drag his size between your gushing folds. “Will you give me that? Give me everything.”
“Everything,” tears spring free as your hands reach to wrap around his forearm, trembling head to toe with each pass of the Alphas cock from your navel to your clit, the stimulation pushing your mind deeper into an abyss of heat and desire. “I’m yours.”
Jeno’s throat jumps, cursing under his breath as he litters a path of kisses down your jaw, nipping your chin on his way to your chest. Perfectly straight pearly teeth bury into the pert mound of your breast with a growl, shaking his head to sink deeper into the fleshy meat and leave a mark. “So good, so fucking good.”
Loosening his hold on your neck, he traces upward, nestling the end of his nose along the column of your throat in search of your scent gland. His lungs lock dry and tight as he takes a deep long inhale of the sweet fragrance he’s become infatuated with; nipping at your warm skin, teasing you with the threat of marking you to be his. Threat of taking a chance to easily claim you as his mate. Sharp canines dig in enough to break the skin and leave indentations, staying still for seconds to let your scent flow down and fill his lungs.
Thrill races through your spine, having the Alpha this close to your scent gland. Arching for more movement between your bodies, your nails dig into his sculpted sides scratching down leaving viscous red lines in their wake, encouraging him to leave a mark.
Jeno sucks using more strength, raising blood to the surface on your neck in the pattern of a necklace, one for his hand to latch onto and deepen later.  
“Jeno, c—can’t—” ragged breath lodges between your lungs with his palm returning to constrict your throat, fingers digging into the sides congesting your next inhale. He growls roughly, like shards of glass have ruined his vocal chords. 
“You like that baby?” 
Barely able to nod, your body speaks for you as another glob of slick runs down the Alphas length leaving his balls dripping wet onto the bedding. “Get so wet for me, you get wet like this for anyone else?” 
“You, you Alpha.” You cry, desperately horny enough to say anything he wants at this point. Brought down to nothing but a pile of putty in his ruthless rough hands, willing to hand over your world for him to destroy.
He hums pleased, licking at the sweat blanketing his upper lip and using your throat to push his shoulders up, gawking in awe at the area you’ve drenched between your lower halves. Slick coats his thighs, abdomen shining under soft light reflecting off of him, the bed topper beneath you ruined. “You like me that much?”
He kisses at the backs of his teeth, rutting between your folds without control, losing his breath as he watches the tip of his size reach past your twitching navel with each swipe up. “Fuck, you gonna be good for me? Be a good Omega for Alpha and take it all?”
“Yesyesyes! Be so good, anything—” you blubber, coughing with your thighs clenched around his hips to lure him in. Hands scrabble on his wrist and forearm to loosen his hold on your neck, wheezing for air. “So good for you Alpha, a—anything.”
Jeno grabs a hold of his length, gripping snuggly around the base to calm himself, leisurely dragging his tip between your folds. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
The thick aroused scent emitting off of you only grows heavier with his murmured flattery, a fresh dollop of slick bubbling out and drenching Jeno’s heavy sack. Tears cling to your eyelashes, a watery plead to be fucked echoes out, blurring past the Alphas ears when another waft of your scent spins his head into an alternate universe; mindlessly dipping the tip of his cock past your tight entrance.
“W—want you inside,” you say, fluttering your eyes shut nervously. “Want all of you inside Alpha, wanna be full of your pups.”
Jeno’s chest tightens, grinding his teeth as he inches deeper into your heat. The wet warmth makes the room spin, compressing his lungs in a way that brings him closer to what can only be described as death, and he knows he’s fucked. He’ll never be able to get enough of you after this.
“Feel you s—so deep,” you stammer, sliding a palm down to your navel to rest against the skin that’s begun to distend as the Alpha stills, head drooping between his shoulders to lower his uncontrollable moans. “Wanna feel your cum.. drip out of me.”
Jeno can’t stop himself from shouting, cursing under his breath while throwing back his head. Wet walls clamp around his size, the pressure shooting through his balls to fuck you with a renewed feral urgency. 
Shifting back, the Alpha gazes down between your bodies where you connect, jaw hung loose mesmerized by your cunt refusing to release him. Your walls squeezing, milking his length to your content until he finally sees the tip only to ram forward and fall into a brutal pace.
Hunching forward he bounces you deeper against the bed, exactly where he’d always planned to have his way with you. Fuck you until you cry and beg exactly as you are now. The nonsense and pleasured sounds dripping off your tongue playing like a tune to the rapid volume of flesh meeting flesh. Sharp hips barrel against your thighs, meeting fierce enough to leave bruises in their aftermath. 
“What am I gonna do with you?” Jeno whimpers, pushing his mouth against yours, melting into a messy kiss that’s more drool than lips meeting. Teeth clink together, swallowing shared breaths between failed attempts of locking lips. “How are you this perfect for me?”
The Alphas hands cup under your ass, groping to lift your bottom up and meet his furious speed. Tingles explode throughout your limbs from his praises, searching for refuge in his shoulder to hide the undeniable burn racing across your cheeks.
“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Jeno commands, pressing his nose against your cheek. “My pretty Omega.”
Raspy sweet vocals sing everything you need to hear right now, the constant mine mine mine twisting up your gut. The Alphas thick length works fast, thrusting into you at a spine-breaking pace, lifting your waist up to arch.
“Pl—please, please,” you croak, biting down on Jeno’s shoulder as a blood curdling scream tears through your chest. His cock catches on your entrance with each pull out, wrapping your legs tighter to lock your ankles around his lower back.
“What are you begging for?” the Alpha mouths at your jaw, nipping and licking sweat off your cheek. 
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” 
Jeno can’t believe what a slut his roommate is, already fucked stupid and still demanding more. Moving to slide his arms under your back, he sets a violent pace. The scream you let out scratching your vocal chords up, urging him to fuck you faster. Fuck you until your heat breaks.
“Yesyesyes! Alpha!”
“God,” he gasps, disoriented. Disbelief of how well you take it rocking his brain side to side. Taking it like you belong to him already. “Made for me, aren’t you baby?” 
He’s fucking into you even faster, harder, every inch meticulously dragging inside of you. The room humid and hot with a combined heat building off your bodies, skin beating against yours all sweaty, sticky, covered in slick.
“Fuck baby, how are you still so f-fucking tight.” Jeno preens, his voice cracking the more you clench around. “Feel too good, feel too damn good..”
Planting you with another sloppy kiss, he straightens back to push your thighs against to chest. Weighing more on your air passage as his hips drop faster, knees bracketed around your distraught face adding to how delirious and lost you feel.
“Al—alpha.. br—..” with a lifeless sigh, you crumble. Angled perfectly to watch his length bury in and out of you. The thick size of his girth spreading your cunt open more than you’ve ever seen, breaking you to never need anyone else. No one would ever come close. “Breed me.”
Jeno’s eyes snap open, his hands squeezing roughly along the backs of your legs. He can’t stop now, not with how you gaze up at him like he’s a God. The hazy stare you focus on him, admiring the man above you so full of list, sending him toppling over the edge. 
Tears, drool, and sweat spill past your lips, huffing empty breathless cries. The Alphas cock burying into you to the brim protruding your stomach out again. His massive size rearranging your insides, erasing the last shred of sanity you had with another roll of his hips.
Incoherent noises break from your parched throat, the most painful and satisfying orgasm ripping through your body, strong enough to leave you feeling brainless. Eyes rolled back as your lower half jerks, squirting aggressively enough for Jeno to nearly break into tears as he stays rooted inside of you against the pressure trying to rip past his length and push him out of the way.
“God damn..”
He fucks you through it, dragging your limp body higher up the bed as he races to completion. A gutted growl slices through the thick air around you, his knot expanding as hot white ropes painting your insides. Teeth gritted as he leans down and lays a pathway of kisses up your chest, licking over your scent gland again, more desperate to bite and have you as his mate.
The Alphas knot continues to stretch you open and grown, instinctively lulling another weak orgasm out of you the more your tight muscle pulls around him. Locked together with half-lidded eyes lazily taking in the afterglow painted over your expressions, the heat subdues enough to at least feel half-awake and process reality for the moment.
“Thank you..”
Jeno smiles, adjusting his arms to loop around your waist and position you both more comfortably on your sides until his knot deflates. “Why are you thanking me?”
“Because..” you mumble, tucking in your chin to hide as warmth rushes to your cheeks. “..I wanna be good for you..”
His cock pulsates watching your expression shift to a demure innocent one, stifling a groan by biting on his lip. He nudges your forehead with his nose, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“You are the best for me.”
Jeno’s affirmations reach deep with your heat feeding off the Alphas energy, the ache between your thighs stinging again, punching through your gut. Tightening around his length as he slims down to a normal size.
“Alpha..”
“My baby needs more already?” He smiles softly, pecking away the pout you give him as he maneuvers to slowly pull out of you.
“Come on, present yourself, show me how much you want it. Show me how good you can be for your Alpha.” Jeno says with a hint of cockiness laced through his tone. Slapping your hip enough to sting and have you lazily turning over, hissing as your knees drag on the wet bedding; lowering your chest to shove your ass out with a defined arch in your spine. 
He can’t believe how wrecked your cunt looks already, swollen and coated in his seed. His fingers smear the mess of your mixture up to push more inside of your hole, drawing sad little whines out. “Perfect Omega for me. Mine.”
Sniffling, you nod, swaying your hips for more even if you feel ready to pass out. “Yours.”
The Alpha sits up on his knees, slapping the underside of his length against your rim and slit creating filthy sounds of wetness around you. His cock coats in the remnants of his release and slick that won’t stop flowing out of you. “Fill you up with my pups, like my good Omega deserves.” 
Sheathing back in, he lets out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back as blunt nails dig into your sides. His cock throbs against your swelled walls, wasting no time to fuck and breed you full of cum again and again. The reminder that you belong to him now never failing to sing from his lips release after release with his hands tangled in yours. 
“Mine, meant to be mine.”
The Alphas aroma shifts the air around you before he can settle back into bed, humming as he plops back onto the space next to you.
“You’re not going to believe this but..” Jeno laughs bitterly, nuzzled against your side with his phone in hand. “Mr. Huang emailed about an eviction on the Alpha floor..”
“Hmm? Eviction?” You question lazily. Still drowsy with your nose buried in Jeno’s pillow to quell your heat for a moment.
“Yeah.. looks like I can move out by next week..” he trails off mournfully, clearing his throat as he locks his phone.
“Move out?? What?” those words are enough to have you shooting up to sit, hissing from the way your entire body stings. “Wht?!”
“Uhm, because you want me to move out?” Sitting up on his elbows, he cocks an eyebrow, the one he recently put a slit in that you absolutely hate(love). “Weren’t you just ranting to your friend about how insufferable and disrespectful I am?”
“See, eavesdropping is disrespectful,” rolling your eyes, you lightly smack his tight stomach, returning to cuddle into the Alphas pillow. An instant blanket of calm wraps around your limbs with one inhale as his trademark scent consumes your senses. “Do you want to move?”
“Not really..” Jeno admits, laying back down to meet you at eve-level. “I doubt a new roommate would buy the same great snacks and ramen you always manage to find.”
“Do you see how you’re insufferable?” You tut, rolling your eyes playfully. 
“As long as you’re willing to live with me.. I’d like to stay.” He smiles genuinely, draping an arm around your waist to press closer. “..and maybe see where this goes..”
“This?”
“Us.”
“..when’s your next rut?” 
Jeno cracks into a wide smile at that, tickling up your back to make you curl into yourself and expose your throat for him to kiss and lick.
He may or may not have made all of that up, who knows really. It’s not as if he doesn’t proudly carry the title of being your insufferable Alpha roommate without good reason.
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little-diable · 7 months
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Let Me Love You - Draco Malfoy (smut)
It seems like many of us are back on the Draco Malfoy train taking us straight to hell, so I needed to add another fic to this very mess. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader and Draco are sworn enemies, at least that’s what she like to believe. But what happens when they have to share a bed at their friend’s wedding? What happens when he finally lets her in on the feelings that leave her confused and unsure of her own feelings?
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, quite some fluff
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (2.6k words)
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“What?” Her voice echoed through the hallway, eyes set on her friend’s features. (Y/n)’s blood was singing in her ears, telling a tale of confusion, anger, and helplessness. 
“Oh come on, (y/n), it’s just for a weekend, he’s not half as bad as you think he is!” Her friend's laughter didn’t manage to drown out the thoughts racing through (y/n)’s mind, trying to figure out how to leave in front of her eyes without using any magic, protecting her friend's obliviousness. 
“Stace, I love you, but he’s an absolute git. I won’t survive sharing a room with him.” With an exhausted sigh leaving her, (y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, just for a moment. How could she survive sharing a room with Draco Malfoy? The man she’s hated ever since crossing paths with him at Hogwarts all these years ago. Even after she had left the school her hatred had grown, having to endure working for the same company as him. But it felt like fate kept playing tricks on her, pushing (y/n) into the same group of friends Draco called his own. 
It was a constant back and forth between the two of them. A back and forth that left her boiling in anger, jaw clenched together whenever he teased her in front of their shared friends, making jokes that pushed waves of heat through her trembling body. And now she was supposed to share a room with him? 
“Look who’s finally here, I was waiting for your arrival, love.” Draco’s voice rang in her ears, lips pulled into the smirk she hated almost as much as she hated Draco himself. Slowly she turned towards him, teeth buried in her lower lip to keep her angry words bottled in, at least as long as their friend was still around.
“See, (y/n), I told you Draco doesn’t mind sharing a room with you, please just do it, for me. It’s my wedding after all.” 
……
“You insufferable git. Was this your idea?” (Y/n)’s angry voice boomed through the big hotel room, angry eyes set on Draco’s grinning features. He studied her for a few seconds, moving closer and closer till he came to rest in front of her. No words left the blonde haired man as his hand cupped her cheek, feeling the heat flushing through (y/n)’s veins. 
“Now, don’t be like that, we both know you’ve been waiting for this to happen for years. No need to hide your crush on me. I’m not blind, I feel your eyes on me, love.” His raspy voice shot shudders down her spine, forcing the hairs to rise on her arms. (Y/n)’s mouth felt dry, stomach in knots, just like her vocal cords. No word managed to roll off her tongue, allowing Draco’s thumb to start exploring her cheek, finding its way to her mouth. “No matter how much you try to hide it, your body can’t stop longing for me.”
“Don’t you dare touch me again, Malfoy.” (Y/n) finally managed to rip herself out of her state, having to turn away from him to try to calm her accelerated breathing. With her heart pounding in her chest she started unpacking her bag, desperately hoping that he’d lose interest in teasing her. 
“I’d advise you to pull yourself together. We don’t want you to mess up our friends' big day.” No longer did Draco’s voice carry its teasing undertone, it was back to the icy tone she’s been used to ever since arriving at Hogwarts all these years ago. She froze, eyes flickering up to meet his bright ones, getting lost in the pupils that reminded her of a frozen lake, longings buried beneath the thick blanket of ice they couldn’t escape from. Draco turned away from her after a few moments, reaching for his black coat before he wordlessly left the room.
With a groan clawing through her, (y/n) plopped down on the bed she was supposed to share with him. Her thoughts couldn’t stop racing, once again wondering where the root of all her anger and hatred towards Draco Malfoy was lying, growing stronger with every passing week. And yet she couldn’t pinpoint it on a single event, only able to remember the teasing words rolling off his tongue, embarrassing her in front of new students, pulling pranks on her to prove his worth to those that looked up to him. 
She’d have to pull herself together before the weekend would end with her hands covered in Draco’s blood, finally snapping after all these horrible years, burying the handsome man six feet under.
……
“Green has always been your colour, love.” His breath fanned over the back of her neck, lips ghosting over the soft skin of her shoulder. Draco stood behind (y/n), hand placed on her waist as the other guests around them listened to one speech after another. A shaky inhale of air was pulled into her lungs, lips finding their way back to the thin rim of her champagne glass, drowning another sip of alcohol. 
Ever since this afternoon she had tried to avoid Draco, not daring to cross paths with the man that made her feel more emotions than all the words she knew could ever describe. It was clear to the both of them that he held a dark kind of magic over her body and soul, a spell she wasn’t familiar with, forced to endure. And yet - deep down inside of her - she didn’t want to break free from the back and forth glueing the two of them together. 
(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling as Draco’s quiet chuckles rang in her ears, finally pulling away from her. But her peace was soon disturbed once again, pulled into his chest, back perfectly placed against his front. Draco kept his arm wrapped around her middle, smiling at those guests that turned towards the two of them every now and then.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?” He took her glass from her hand, keeping quiet as he started guiding her towards the dance floor. Soft music reverberated through the room, allowing other couples to sway from left to right, couples that looked more in love than she’s ever been, wondering what being admired like this must feel like. She followed Draco’s lead, wondering why the man kept swaying her from left to right, forcing her to dance with him as if they were just another couple invited to the wedding of their friends. 
“You see, even though you like to give off the impression of hating me, I don’t think you actually hate me.” Draco whispered the words, lips teasing her ear before he twirled her around, pulling (y/n) even closer. She felt his heart pounding in his chest, beating against the rib cage she felt underneath her trembling hand.
“And why is that? You’ve been nothing but horrible towards me, I have every right to hate you.” He studied her, intensely as if she was a canvas filled with colours his icy eyes have never seen before. Her eyes threatened to flutter close, unable to withstand the intense eye contact. 
“Don’t act as if you weren’t just as hateful towards me, I simply followed your lead. I'd rather have you hate me than not care about me at all.” With her breath hitched in her chest she stared at him, pupils dilated, heart pounding, insides churning. Her thoughts couldn’t come up with a reply, wondering if he was once again teasing her, speaking lies she now clung to as if they were her lifeline. 
The music stopped playing, just for a few seconds, though seconds long enough for Draco to step away from her, clearing his throat before he blended in with the crowd. It took (y/n) almost a full minute to break out of her thoughts, the state his words have forced her into. Desperate for fresh air she pushed through the crowd, glassy eyes focused on the exit.  
She didn’t know what to believe, confused by the words that sounded more sincere than any other words Draco has ever spoken before. Could it be? Could it be that he wasn’t clinging onto the hate she was oh so certain he felt towards her? 
……
Draco didn’t return that night, he didn’t enter their shared room like she secretly had hoped he would, deciding to stay away from the woman that would probably once again force him into a useless fight. Anxiety thumped through her veins as (y/n) entered the breakfast hall of the hotel, finding her way to the table where Draco was already sitting, pulled into a conversation by a couple (y/n) hasn’t crossed paths with just yet.
“Good morning.” Her soft voice interrupted the conversation, forcing all eyes to snap towards her. Wordlessly Draco pulled the chair next to his away, helping her sit down before he turned back towards the couple. But by then the two of them seemed distracted, focusing on another approaching couple. 
“Where were you last night?” (Y/n)’s whispers forced Draco’s eyes back towards her. He studied her, eyes flickering between her pupils and her mouth, the lips she nervously kept biting. With his hand finding her knee he reached for his cup of tea, drowning a few sips before a silent sigh left him. 
“I stayed with Mark.” She was waiting for an explanation, wondering why he had decided to stay away, but no further word left Draco, eyes focusing on hers for a few more seconds before he turned away. Her heart was pounding, forcing her hand to find his, interlacing their fingers before she rose to her feet with a quiet “Come” leaving her. 
Draco allowed her to pull him out of the hall, down the hallway towards their shared room. They were engulfed by an unfamiliar silence, atmosphere crackling like a fire feasting from old branches, warming them from inside. She parted from him to sit down on the bed she had slept in, fumbling with her fingers as she stumbled over her words. 
“Did you mean it? Did you mean what you said yesterday?” Draco kept his distance, not daring to step closer just yet as a soft “I did” left his slightly parted lips. His words forced (y/n) to lift her gaze, admiring his features. “I don’t know how I feel about this. You’ve always been mean to me, and I guess I just gave in, because I didn’t want to hide from you or your friends. You’ve hurt me, but I guess I wasn’t any better.” 
Draco stepped closer, cupping her cheek like he had done yesterday afternoon, once again pushing waves of heat through her trembling body. He moved slowly, tilting his head down to brush his lips against hers, nothing more than a ghost of a touch. (Y/n) forced herself closer, properly kissing Draco for the first time. 
Their lips moved in sync, a touch so burning, so intense, both couldn’t stop their moans from leaving one another. Her arms found their way around his neck, gasping in surprise as he sat down next to her, forcing (y/n) to sit in his lap. Their tongues fought for dominance, while their hands started moving, guided on by the longing now flushing through their system. 
“We need to stop, otherwise I won’t be able to let you go.” Draco murmured his words against her lips, words (y/n) spared no attention to, trembling hands working on his shirt. A chuckle ripped through Draco, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze. He kissed her again, urged on by the lust keeping them laced together, slowly laying down with (y/n) still straddling his lap. 
“I don’t want you to let me go, I need you to touch me, please Draco.” For the first time in years she didn’t speak his name with any hate fueling her words, murmuring it softly as if she was praying to whoever was listening, sharing her secrets with the dark night. Draco instantly gave in, undoing the zip of her dress, pulling it over her head as he sat up once again, shuffling out of his dress shirt. 
She helped him out of his trousers before she stepped out of her underwear, naked bodies exposed to one another's wandering eyes. Draco pulled her back into his lap, kissing (y/n) breathless as his hand found her heat, feeling her arousal drip from her folds. The two were a moaning mess, bodies begging them to give in, to finally feel one another in the most intimate way imaginable. With her trembling hand finding his twitching cock, (y/n) aligned his cock with her heat, parting from the kiss to force another breath of air into her burning lungs. 
“Fuck,” the curse slowly rolled off Draco’s tongue as she sank down on his cock, walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to adjust. His hands kept exploring her body, stroking up and down her sides, cupping her breasts as (y/n) slowly started moving. Draco supported her every move, forcing her down for another kiss, hips jerking up to meet hers. 
Neither of them cared about the friends that were probably looking for them, neither of them cared about the unaddressed confessions hanging in the air, begging to be spoken. All they cared about was the way their bodies perfectly fit together, forming a bond so strong both struggled to keep on breathing. 
“Feels so good, shit, I feel so full.” (Y/n)’s whispers forced a shaky breath out of Draco, drowning out her surprised gasp as he tightened his grasp on her, flipping them around. He fucked her into the mattress, hand finding the headrest of the bed to try and keep himself controlled, not daring to mark her up just yet. 
Their moans reverberated through the air, urging them on to climb higher and higher, wanting to finally give into the intense feeling simmering deep inside of them. Every now and then their lips found back together, sharing breathless kisses that were interrupted by their moans, by their groans, sounds that clearly projected their every need. 
“Such a tight cunt, fuck, my pretty girl, you feel so good.” His praises left (y/n) burning with heat thumping through her, eyes rolling back in her head as his cold fingers found her clit, carefully circling the bundle of nerves. With her back arched off the mattress and her quivering legs wrapped around his waist, she gave in, choking on his name, begging him to fuck her through her high. 
Draco’s body kept meeting hers, only pulling out of her as he felt himself tumbling over the edge, relieving himself on her lower stomach with a groan. Their hearts were racing, lungs begging for more air, bodies trembling, a feeling so intense kept holding them hostage that neither of them managed to break through the cloud of lust they were still engulfed by. 
“I don’t know how we’ll explain this to our friends.” Her whispers left Draco chuckling, plopping down next to her. Their eyes met before another laugh left the two, letting go of a “Fuck” begging to leave them. 
“We will definitely have to endure their ‘I told you so’, but I’m more than okay with that.”
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rayraelleaizawa · 12 days
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There better be a part 2 of "they say something hurtful in an argument" where they realized they fucked up. I swear on God's name I will not stop crying if you don't.
P.s: very good writing keep it up! ❤️
Side Note: I didnt think that there would be so many requests on part 2, so thank you all for the requests and the support! It helps staying motivated to keep writing :) I hope you'll like this!
Making up after an argument
Part 1: They say something hurtful in an argument
Tags: hurt/comfort, slight angst, making up
Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Dracule Mihawk
Shanks
He feels bad about what he said right after he saw that flash of hurt on your face, the sadness in your eyes and your quiet apology. Shanks immediately wanted to go after you when you left the room, but he was so wrung up in his blanket that he first had to untangle himself before he could go after you. He didnt care how he looked like, his shirt was all the way open, his pants were pulled up above his knee on one leg and on the other it hung down normally and his hair was a mess too. His shoes were completly forgotten somewhere in the room.
When he opened the door from his cabin with a rush and walked outside into the hallway, you were long gone. He instantly went looking for you, starting on deck and working all the way down.
His crewmembers, especially his closest friends, gave him weird looks and concerned stares, but he ignored all of their questions and just ran around looking for you. When he finally finds you, crying on the floor in a dark storage room, he felt a pang go through his heart.
He slowly came closer to you, not wanting to startle you, and started talking quietly.
"Hey, sweet cheeks" he said, sitting down next to you. "Is it alright if i touch you?" he said as he carefully laid his hand on your ellbow.
Seeing you in this state made him want to just wrap his arms around you, pull you close and kiss you all over and apologize to you a thousand times, but he held himself back. This wasnt what you needed right now.
When you didnt react to his touch, he laid his other hand on your shoulder. Shanks tried to catch your eyes, but your face was burried in your legs and your hands were shielding your head from him.
"Darling please look at me" he pleaded, and slowly you raised your head. He laid his other hand on your cheek and his warmth immediately comforted you, but you didnt want to give into his warmth. When Shanks saw your tear struck face and this unbearable sadness in your eyes, he mentally cursed himself for saying those reckless words.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I had no right to let my hangover frustration out on you. Please, forgive me. I love you, my sweet little dove" he tried to apologize.
"Am I really the reason?" you quietly asked, hiccuping from all the crying.
"What?" Shanks looked at you confused.
"Am I the reason why you keep drinking so much? Am I that insufferable?" you cried out, your body shaking at the thought.
"No, no! That wasnt what I meant, please, listen to me! You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I cant lose you. What I said was mean and a lie. Please believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me that I didnt mean those words."
Shanks was on the verge of crying himself. The thought that he made his partner feel so bad made him hate himself, swearing to never get this drunk again that he would hurt his lover. He was scared you'd leave him. He wanted to make you feel better, but that was a difficult task when he himself was the reason why you were crying and shaking on the floor. He carefully put his arms around you and placed you on his lap and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.
"It's okay, cry how much you want. Be angry at me, hit me, let all your feelings out on me, I deserve it. But please" he swallowed hard "please dont be sad. Please dont leave me. Not because of my stupid mouth."
You looked up at him when he said that. You noticed his pained face and the fear in his eyes. A fear that he messed up for good. You still felt hurt, but you knew Shanks would never toy with your feelings like that. He was serious about this apology.
You pressed your head in his chest and your tears started to dry out. After a time of silence and him gently stroking your back, you murmered a "I love you, you drunk idiot" into his chest. Shanks felt a stone fall from his heart as he chuckled a bit, leaned down and kissed you on the head. "I love you too, so much pumpkin. I'll never hurt you again. I'll stop drinking so much. Pirate promise"
Benn Beckman
Beckman sighed for the seemingly hundreth time. He still stood on deck, leaning against the railing as he thought about what he had said. He didnt meant to hurt you, but he knew giving you a bit space for now was the right thing. When you calmed down he planned on talking to you, but right now he also needed to sort his own thoughts.
He regretted his words instantly after they left his mouth but the damage was done. He sighed again. Usually he would have smoked at least half a package of cigarettes by now, but he just couldnt bring himself to touch one. Those stupid things were the reason why he made his partner sad. No, bullshit. He couldnt blame anyone else than himself for this. He fucked up.
With one last sigh he left his place at the railing and went underdeck to find you. He had a guess where you were and what you'd be doing, so he went straight to your cabin. He calmed himself with a deep breath in and breath out before he knocked on your door and then slowly opened it.
He wasnt suprised at what he saw. You were at your desk, working away on whatever was laying on your table. Benn carefully stepped into your room and closed the door. You didnt give him any sign that you acknowledged his presence. He walked over to you and waited if you'd say something.
Benn wasnt sure how to approach, so he looked at the papers on your desk. When he saw how shaky your handwriting was and how the ink mixed with waterdrops at some places he sighed again, feeling helpess as he made his own partner cry.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said. It wasnt right of me. I let out my stress on you eventho you were only worried about me. I'm deeply sorry."
Benn apologized, but you didnt respond nor did you look at him. He got restless, the uneasy feeling in him became stronger with every second you didnt say anything. You were just writing away on your papers.
"Buttercup, please. I am really sorry. I didnt want to hurt your feelings. You know I love you deeply."
There was a begging undertone in Benns voice by now.
"You dont smell like smoke" was the only answere he got, and hearing your voice immediately eased his anxious feelings a bit.
"I just...couldnt bring myself to touch them" he admitted.
You turned to look at him.
"Maybe i should be upset because of you more often then?"
He breathed out as he sensed that you werent that upset at him anymore. There was a joking undertone in your words, but it was clear that you still were hurt. He laid his hand on yours and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Please no. I cant handle this. I cant handle seeing you upset. I'm sorry, princess, i'll really try my best to smoke less. Please, I want to make things right again, I-"
He stopped when you laid your hand on his cheek, softly caressing it.
"I know that you're sincer when you start rambling, Benn Beckman."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk knew he fucked up big time when he wanted to go look for you but couldnt find you. He noticed your belongings were gone, and then saw footprints leaving away from the castle. Your footprints.
It was starting to become night so he immediately ran after you, following your steps through the woods. He prayed the whole time that you were safe, that nothing happened to you, that you didnt get injured because of his inability to deal with his emotions the right way.
It started raining and it got darker and darker. He hoped he'll find you in time. The nights are cold and the animals in the woods can be even more dangerous at night. Mihawk ran even faster as raindrops hit him more frequently, and soon it was pouring down. His clothes were complety soaked, but he couldnt care less. All he could think of was to find you and bring you back to safety.
While Mihawk dashed throught the woods with experience, you on the other hand stumbled around without orientation. Now that the darkness started to rise, you couldnt see anything anymore. The trees were so close to each other that you couldnt orientate yourself on the stars, and barely any moonlight came through either.
You couldnt count anymore how often you tripped or fell down a slope. Your arms, legs and face were covered in small scratches as you continued to push trough. You werent even entirely sure where you were going, but all you knew was that you wanted to put as much distance in between you and Hawkeye as possible.
Tears still welled up at the thought of him. Those soft moments between you two all seemed like a lie. You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts and carried on. You kept on walking, but a root stood out of the ground and made you trip again. You fell and slithered down another small slope and just as you cursed to yourself you heard a noise.
You stayed quietly on the ground as you listened, not sure if you misheared. No, there were definetely steps. But they were too heavy to be from a human. And Mihawk wouldnt come either. So what was that?
Then you heard a sniffing sound and a roar. And that's when you also got your answer. It was a bear. You tried to stay as calm as possible, but soon you realized why the bear roared so much. You fell in between the bear and it's cup. Which was the worst thing you could do - get in between a mother bear and her child.
You slowly started to crawl backwards, but the mother bear roared again and you heard her coming closer. You tried to hold your breath as you saw her shadowy figure infront of you, and the moment the bear roared almost into your face, you tried to stand up and run away, but of course that didnt work with a bear in front of you. You fell on your butt and tried to ready yourself for the heavy impact with the bears paw which she had raised, when a tall figure was infront of you suddenly, holding a big sword you'd recognise everyhwere. Mihawk. He wielded his sword and cut the ground, and the bear mother and her cup both ran away.
When he turned to face you, you couldnt decipher what his facial expression meant. You sat there, on the ground, cuts all over you and wet from the rain as he suddenly quickly walked up to you. You wanted to stand up, to talk with him, but before you could even say his name he was on the ground with you, kissing you feverishly.
You were confused about what was going on suddenly, but Mihawk pressed you against him in a way you couldnt escape. Not that you really wanted to, cause you felt so many emotions in this one kiss. Fear, anger, sadness, relieve... it seemed like all of those pent up emotions he couldnt let out came through in this kiss.
After what seemed like eternity did he break the kiss, panting as he looked at you.
"I'm so glad you're okay. I'm so glad you're alive. I- I love you."
Was all he said and you looked at him in shock. It was a rare treat to hear those words from him, and you didnt expect to ever hear them again. But here he was, saving you in the middle of the night, telling you his feelings.
"I-I know that you're always worried when I leave. I just didnt know how to break it to you when i had to leave for so long. I not only see the disappointment and worry in your face, I also see fear and sadness whenever i leave. I just...I didnt know how I should tell you that I had to leave for months, fighting some idiots without seeing you all sad about the fact that I might not come back? That's why i left without saying anything. I know i hurt you, my love. I know I said something cruel back in the castle. But this castle is not my home when you arent in it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I didnt know how to express myself. Please, forgive me. I'll work on it."
You only stared in shock as Mihawk talked about his feelings so much. But then a small smile broke out on your lips.
"You're an idiot. But you're my idiot."
He didnt respond, he only blushed which you didnt see in the dark nights, but then he picked you up and started carrying you back to your home.
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thatbitchery · 3 months
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& ladies remember outside your leveling up circles if anyone asks you eat at the drive thru, it's burger & fries, you prefer sweatpants and spend your time watching Turkish Thai dramas and your sexual orientation is pretty kpop boys. Your goal in life is to get married and stay at home and your hobbies are flip flops and watching gmmtv, you're the most basic average Jane there is out there you just dress up because mom makes you. What have we said about keeping your competition feeling safe? In competitive environments so school and office and your local communities and especially your family you're couch potato potato so you're not available because new series just dropped- do you want to cause unnecessary friction? Keep your level up to yourself and your level up groups people are herds herds herds with that crabby crabba crab mentality so any sign you could leave the herd behind is a trigger to Crabb crabbb crabby pull you back into the bucket. Human beings are animals before they are people when will you understand this? Why would you scream in the face of a tiger? Do you want to get bullied? What happened to moving in silence.
Keep your workouts out of social media and your trips to the dermatologist to yourself, your paycheck is between you and your bank and stay away from the brands unless everyone in your group is wearing them so brands are just the average. Why would you sabotage yourself like that? Why would you go telling anyone your goals? Do you want to get laughed at? Haven't you learned your lesson? Hasn't your mother, your own mom, judged you for wanting to be better? Even though you're not in competition? Then why would you tell Betty from HR when it's literally the most competitive environment out there? Do you want to ostracize yourself? Then don't create drifts with your herd and level up in the shadows, when your current friends see you eating healthier its omg lol why? Then the answer is actually I took a blood test, autoimmune diseases are around the corner you don't know how badly I need McDonald's rn but life first. You're dressing elegant lately- girl stop my mom is insufferable she's making me these conservatives please. You look nicer- I'm on birth control, I had that acne issue. I feel the weight creeping up lol. You're taking more classes? Gosh yes there's this scholarship thing I need so you know. Your posture is better lately- baby girl stop my back was on fire last week leave me alone I was dying like- it's never because you're bettering yourself. Never. Ever. As long as they're concerned couch potato potati potata average Janey.
Human societies are competitive in nature especially among women because resources are so scarce and we know this and herd mentality makes us detest people that place themselves in positions to have better access to these so once you start getting better its underhanded compliments and what's app groups and side glances as you walk, learn to keep people comfortable and do you in the background, don't buy into whatever self soothing we are all good people bs you're being sold, we are only as supportive as you're below us once you start doing better your own sister and best friend have a lot to say. Move in silence & keep your life away from public view and have believable excuses for what you can't always hide & find a way to say you're better than me. Why cause unnecessary friction?
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natsvdova-old · 11 months
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crazy for you
natasha romanoff x reader
summary: no one knows that you and natasha are together, but natasha wants nothing more than to get her hands on you whilst at a party with all your friends — a quickie in the bathroom.
warnings: smut, sexting, bathroom sex, oral sex (r giving), fingering (r receiving), praise, some hair pulling, very slight d/s
word count: 2,7k
AO3 link
18+ only, minors DNI !!
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Natasha’s phone vibrates in her hand, the screen lighting up with a text from you. With a slight smirk on her face, she glances up to find you across the room, fidgeting with your phone while you talk with Wanda, an almost empty glass in your other hand, your cheeks slightly flushed.
With a small tilt of her head, she opens the message. 
10:07pm You’re insufferable. Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.
Natasha’s smirk becomes more prominent as she looks back over to you. She runs her eyes up, following the curves of your body as you absently nod along to whatever Wanda is talking to you about, attempting to hide the fact that all you want to do is disappear with Natasha.
Natasha begins to make her way across the room, engaging in moments of small talk with people as she goes in order not to arouse any suspicion. Before she leaves the main room in which the party is taking place, she pauses at the door, casting a quick glance around the room to check that no one’s paying her any attention, then making eye contact with you and throwing you a quick wink before slinking down the corridor towards the bathroom.
She closes the door behind herself, leaving it unlocked for you to follow.
In all fairness, it is her fault. While Natasha waits for you to arrive, she leans against the countertop, checking her phone, going over the string of texts she had sent you whilst at the party so far.
9:24pm You look so hot. Can’t wait to fuck you senseless when we get home. 
9:38pm Every time I look at you, I can’t help but think about how you sound with my fingers inside you.
That one had made you cross your legs in an attempt to relieve some of the growing tension between your thighs. 
9:45pm Well done for keeping a straight face. You’re such a good girl for me.
9:46pm Especially considering how wet you are right now. 
That one had caused you to bite your lip in anticipation.
9:49pm Careful, baby. We don’t want Wanda to find out.
9:57pm You’d look even hotter without that dress on.
Natasha turns off her phone, placing it on the countertop beside her as she waits for you. Maybe she is insufferable.
– – – 
After watching Natasha sneak out of the party, you continue talking with Wanda, wary of following immediately in case of provoking any questions. Natasha could wait though; it was the least she could do after working you up the entire time you've been here. You could let her have a small taste over her own medicine for once.
No one knew of yours and Natasha’s relationship, the two of you wanting to keep it private for as long as possible. The privacy had been working in your favour so far with there being no invasive questions from your friends or incessant jokes. However, not being able to stay by your girlfriend’s side throughout the entirety of this party wasn’t ideal, but to be completely honest, the secrecy did add an element to the relationship that you loved.
Deeming it an appropriate time to follow Natasha to the bathroom, you excuse yourself from Wanda and make your way down the corridor. Hopefully, nobody notices your absence, and if they do, you hope they don’t link it to Natasha’s. 
You open the bathroom door to reveal Natasha, who closes and locks it behind you. The sound of the party carries down the corridor, slightly muffled through the walls, but you're both still very aware of your proximity to everyone else.
As soon as you make eye contact with Natasha, she immediately accosts you, wrapping her arms around your waist, your lips crashing against hers. 
“Oh, thank God,” she sighs against your mouth. “I was starting to worry you wouldn't show up, or that you’d asked me here for another reason.”
You shake your head, the heat that had pooled in your core from the texts making a resurgence. 
Natasha flips your positions, you taking the place she had occupied by the sink, your back pushing into the countertop as she presses her body against yours. One of her legs slots between your thighs as she begins to make her way down your neck, pressing kisses against you as she goes, until her mouth reaches the curve where your neck meets collarbone. 
You gasp as her teeth make an appearance. “No marks,” you manage to say between heavy breaths, all too aware of the fact that soon you’ll be making your way back out into a party of all your friends.
Her mouth continues its journey further down, her hands grabbing the top of your dress and pushing it down to reveal your boobs. A moan escapes your lips as her mouth makes contact with one of your nipples, tongue circling the hardened bud.
“Are you going to be good for me and stay quiet, baby?” Natasha asks as she pulls herself off you, “we don’t want everyone to hear you getting fucked by me, do we?”
You shake your head in response and her mouth reconnects with your chest, sucking a hickey onto you where only she would ever see as one of her hands comes up to tease your neglected nipple. Your hands move up from Natasha’s sides, tangling in her hair and holding her head in place against you as you begin grinding down on her thigh, breath getting heavier as you desperately try to avoid moaning again.
A soft whine escapes you when Natasha extracts herself from your chest, but you’re quickly mollified as her hands firmly grab your ass and lift you up onto the counter behind you, trying not to shudder as the cold marble comes in contact with your thighs.
Natasha’s hands begin tracing patterns on your thighs as they climb closer towards your centre, her lips coming back to meet yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. Her fingers finally make contact with your wet panties, rubbing you over the drenched cotton, causing a moan to escape you again.
“I thought we had agreed that you should stay quiet?” Natasha reprimands, pulling her hand away from you, “do we need to keep that mouth of yours busy?” Her fingers come up to rest on your mouth. “Be good for me and suck on these to stay quiet, baby,” she says as you take three of her fingers into your mouth.
Her unoccupied hand resumes its path on your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress up so it’s bunched around your waist before hooking her thumb into the waistband of your panties and teasingly slowly dragging them down your legs. You’re not sure where your panties end up after that, most likely discarded on the other side of the bathroom floor, but you were too busy being distracted by her fingers teasing around where you needed them the most.
“Natasha, please,” you whined, extracting her fingers from your mouth. “I need you now.” 
“A bit needy, aren’t you, baby?” She replied, “that’s your fault for driving me crazy all night by wearing that dress.”
You both know Natasha will give you what you want. Normally, she might drag it out and tease you endlessly before finally allowing you to come, but tonight is all about having a quick orgasm in the bathroom before all your friends realize the two of you are both missing from the party.
“Me?” You question breathlessly, “it was me driving you crazy all night? Are you forgetting about all those texts you’ve been sending?”
She shuts you up after that comment by plunging the wet fingers that had just been in your mouth into your dripping heat. You bite down on your lip to prevent any noise escaping as Natasha’s mouth resumes its place on one of your nipples, your breasts still hanging out of the neckline of the dress she had pushed down. After giving you a second to adjust to the sensation of her fingers inside you, she begins pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm.
Your hands grasp at Natasha, nails raking down her back, desperate to grab purchase onto anything you can reach, tugging on her dress. “Please, Natasha,” you moan. “I want to feel you.”
Using her free hand, Natasha tugs the zipper down, allowing her dress to fall down and pool around her waist. A gasp escapes you as it’s revealed that she’s just as braless as you are, her perfect tits sitting right in front of you. Your arms wrap around Natasha and pull her closer to you, so your naked torsos press against each other, revelling in the feeling of her bare chest rubbing against yours. Your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer towards you so there’s no space at all between you, her fingers buried deep inside you, trapped between your bodies.
Natasha’s pace increases, thumb rubbing circles against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make the coil in your stomach tighten and you throw your head back in pleasure, resting it against the mirror behind you. Your hands leave her back and one reaches up to palm at Natasha’s boobs, whilst you throw the other hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. The arousal that’s been building all night, ever since that first text from Natasha threatens to crest as your thighs tighten their hold around Natasha’s waist.
“It's okay, baby,” Natasha says, “you can come for me.”
That one sentence of permission from Natasha is all you need to send you over the edge, mouth opening in a silent scream as she continues to guide you through your orgasm with her thumb gently rubbing on your clit, pleasure taking over your body.
As you come down from your orgasm, you gently push Natasha’s hand away, the stimulation becoming too much. Natasha gives you a minute to recover as you rest against the mirror behind you, panting breathlessly in the aftermath. You look up to see her gazing adoringly at you. Your legs are still wrapped around her waist, so you use them to pull her closer to you again, allowing you to lean up and capture Natasha’s lips with your own.
You had intended for it to be a chaste kiss, a thank you kiss in the aftermath of your orgasm, but clearly Natasha had other ideas as she slips her tongue into your mouth, deepening it.
‘God, I need you,” Natasha sighs against your mouth as you break apart for air.
‘Who’s the needy one now?” You smile in retaliation.
You push Natasha away from you slightly and unwrap your legs from her waist. She makes a noise in protest, but silences herself as you slide off the counter and sink to your knees in front of her.
You start at her calves, pressing a kiss against each one before slowly mouthing your way up each leg. By the time you reach the hem of her dress at her thighs, Natasha’s breathing heavily above you in anticipation. You grab hold the bottom of the dress and begin inching it upwards, pressing kisses against each thigh as you go. As you get closer to her core, you pause, sitting back on your heels and push the dress up the rest of the way to bunch around her waist, revealing that she’s bare beneath the dress.
“No underwear?” You question, your arousal making a reappearance at the thought of her walking around the party all evening without any panties on.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you ever since I saw you walk in wearing that dress,” Natasha replies. “I took them off ages ago because they were soaked through. They’re in my handbag.”
You let out a groan in response to that before placing your mouth against her thighs and resuming your path upwards. All you want is to feel Natasha come apart because of you.
Natasha swings a leg over your shoulder, pulling you even closer towards her, and places a hand on the counter behind your head to steady herself. “Come on, baby,” she groans. “Make me feel good.”
You press your mouth against her instantaneously, licking a stripe from her opening to her clit, lips encasing the bundle of nerves, sucking on it in the way you know she likes. Your hands reach up to grab onto her ass, slowly massaging it as you suck her. Natasha gasping in pleasure was your cue to move down slightly, your tongue darting out to lick at her wet folds. The hand that she wasn’t using to hold onto the counter moves to bury in your hair, holding your head in place as you explore her with your tongue.
“You taste so good,” you moan into her, sending vibrations through her core.
“Don’t stop,” Natasha forces out between gasps.
Using your hands on her ass, you pull her towards you, angling her hips just the right way to allow you to you slide your tongue into her, receiving a noise of pleasure in response as you begin to fuck into her at the pace she enjoys, obscene, wet noises filling the bathroom. Natasha’s grip on your hair tightens and she gently pushes your head further into her, guiding your nose into just the right place for her clit to rub against. As she begins rocking back and forth against your face, you glance up at her to watch Natasha throw her head back in pleasure, mouth open slightly in a silent moan, and eyes screwed up tight. 
You could tell she’s close from the expression on her face and the way her thighs twitch around your head. She had been working herself up all evening, it’s no surprise she’s ready to come so soon.
You angle your head further towards her, allowing your tongue to reach deeper inside her. “Oh, right there, baby,” Natasha moans softly from above you, her grip tightening on your hair as she grinds down onto your face, her clit rubbing against your nose.
She’s practically fucking your face at this point and you have no complaints, completely enjoying your time surrounded by purely Natasha. Her inner walls begin to flutter around your tongue, so you extract a hand from her ass to place on her stomach to steady her in preparation. You groan against her in pleasure and those slight vibrations are enough to send her over the edge, shaking above you. Her grip on your head and the counter tightens and the leg thrown over your shoulder twitches in her release. You continue to lap at her juices, wetness dripping down your chin as you coax Natasha through her orgasm.
You lower her leg off your shoulder and make sure she’s steady before rising off the floor to meet her. Once you’re standing, Natasha gathers you in her arms before pressing her lips against your, tasting herself on you. As you both come down from the rush of your orgasms, the sounds of the party taking place outside the bathroom filter in once more, reminding you both that you have somewhere to be.
“Come on,” she says gently, extracting herself from you. “Let’s get cleaned up and out of here before anyone notices we’re both missing.”
At that, you both turn to face the mirror and laugh at the mess of your joint appearances. You pull your dresses up back into place and attempt to fix the mess that is your hair. Natasha retrieves your panties from where she had flung them to the other side of the bathroom before passing you a cloth to wipe away the residue juices from her that coat the lower half of your face.
You’ve both done everything possible to make yourself presentable, but nothing can be done for the slight glint in both your eyes and flushed cheeks, or the fact that your knees have reddened and bruises begun to form from kneeling on the hard floor. Maybe your relationship won’t be so secret by the end of the night.
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lees-chaotic-brain · 5 months
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For your recent event can I request
Blue Ocean and #2
Thank you
Three Little Words (Gojo x Reader)
CW: rejection, blood, slight spoilers for the jjk movie, implied past satosugu i guess, mutual pining, reader is female, implied death, brief mentions of blood, mentions of injury
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"Sorry, not interested."
Three little words. Three little words was all it took to shatter your heart.
You had spent the last three years of your life trying to track down the person attached to the other end of your soulmate thread.
All that time spent hoping. All that time spent daydreaming about what he would be like, only for this.
For you to meet him because he was your new coworker, and fellow teacher at Jujutsu Tech. For him to reject you upon first sight.
You hadn't even spoken a word yet. All it took was him glancing at the red ribbon connecting the two of you for him to shut you down.
Your mind went blank. There was no way you heard him correctly, right...?
"What?"
"I'm not interested."
He stated casually, as if he was just commenting on the weather.
"You-You don't even know my name yet!"
With all logic having flown out the window, this was the best you could come up with.
"Oh, you're right. What's your name?"
Stupefied, you told him.
"That's pretty. Anyways, it's not you, it's me."
Taking your blank gaze as understanding, he perked up.
"My name's Gojo Satoru. I hope we can be friends!"
With an enthusiastic handshake, he was off, leaving you standing in shock, unsure of what just happened.
Reaching up and touching your cheek, you were surprised to find that it was wet.
Huh, that was strange. When did you start crying?
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Days turned to weeks turned to months.
At first, things were a little awkward between you and your soulmate.
You were hurt, angry and confused. But the more time you spent with him, the more those feelings ebbed away, his presence a balm that soothed all your hurts and insecurities.
Why. Why did he have to reject you? Why did he have to be so insufferable? Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? Why did he have to be aware that he was so goddamn attractive?
Why couldn't he send you any clear signals?
One day he was playfully calling you his 'best bud' while the two of you played pranks on Nanami or got into mischief.
And the next he was tenderly cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the dark bags under your eyes; concern evident on his face as he quietly asked if you were doing okay, and telling you to take a break.
And if he really wasn't interested, why didn't he officially break the soulmate bond? Why did he change the subject every time you tried to bring it up?
It was driving you insane. You were falling for him. And hard. But the echo of his words replayed in your head every time you considered broaching the subject.
You didn't know what to do.
So you did the only thing you could; you kept it professional. After all, the two of you were coworkers, nothing more, nothing less.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Gojo was tired of just being your coworker.
He wanted more. Had wanted more from the moment he laid eyes on your breathtaking face.
Sure, it had broken a visceral part of him to reject you, but if it was to keep you safe, he would do it a million times over.
However, no matter how much he told himself he couldn't be with you, that he had to officially sever the soulmate bond, he couldn't bring himself to officially break the tie that made the two of you soulmates.
The more time he spent with you, the more time he got to spend with you, the harder he fell.
He had never felt like this towards anyone. The only person that had ever come close before this had been Suguru, but his relationship with him had been soured by the fact that they both knew Gojo's soulmate was out there.
But when you were in his life, his entire world lit up. Everything was brighter and more vibrant. He felt like you saw him for Satoru, the man he was, instead of the burdens fate and Jujutsu society had placed upon his shoulders.
So selfishly he had kept the soulmate bond intact.
And now, staring at your mangled form laying before him, the precious blood that belonged in your veins leaking out onto the floor as you struggled to breathe, he remembered.
He remembered why he wasn't allowed to love. Why he had pushed you away.
God, he was so stupid to think that Suguru wouldn't go after you. He was so stupid for believing that his friend wasn't irredeemable.
And his stupidity and selfishness could very well cost you your life.
"You never change, do you."
Only then did Gojo realize that he had been speaking aloud, voicing his inner turmoil as the two people he cared for most lay dying before him.
Suguru coughed, wincing as the motion aggravated his injuries.
"You say that she's injured because you selfishly clung to your soulmate bond, right?"
"What are you implying Suguru?"
Gojo asked, weariness and heartbreak in his voice as he applied pressure to your injuries. He couldn't take you to get help until he took care of Suguru, but he wanted to give his former best friend a chance to say his last words.
"What I'm saying is that she got hurt because you were selfish, yes, but not in the way you think you were. You aren't selfish because you refuse to break the bond. You were selfish because you kept your distance. You could've come to her rescue much earlier, but you didn't because doing so would admit that she meant something to you. And you were more comfortable keeping her at a distance, because you didn't want to have to fear losing her."
Suguru sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position.
"You know, I never hated the people at Jujutsu Tech. If she survives, tell her how you really feel. She deserves at least that. And after that, tell her I'm sorry, okay."
Gojo barked a laugh, tears burning the backs of his eyes as a looming sense of grief and apprehension filled him. He knew what he had to do next.
"Okay, I will."
He smiled.
"Wingmanning me till the end. My best friend."
His face softened as he reminisced on better times.
"My one and only."
Suguru returned the smile, and Gojo finished him, gently closing his eyes afterwards.
Standing and wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned and picked you up, before stepping into a new chapter of his life.
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When you woke up, you were greeted by the bright white of the hospital ceiling.
Groaning, you attempted to sit up, only to be stopped by the massive man-child sprawled across your lap.
With a snort, he shot up, disoriented as he rejoined the land of the waking.
Noticing you were awake, he froze, before reaching out and grabbing your hands.
"Can I say something?"
"Right now?"
You asked, a little confused as to what could be so important that he was waiting at your bedside for you to wake up.
"Yes."
His unusually somber tome threw you off.
"Of course. What's the matter?"
"I'm so sorry."
"Um, I'm confused. For what?"
"For rejecting you. This is by no means any excuse, but the last person I was close to abandoned me. I was afraid to let anyone get close to me, but instead of facing my fear, I excused it by telling myself that if I let myself care for you then curses would target you to get to me. So I told myself that it was to protect you instead of acknowledging that I'm selfish coward who was just trying to protect myself-"
"Hold up."
You cut off his rambling, needing a moment to process.
"Are you trying to tell me that you rejected me because you were afraid that in the end I was going to betray you, but you were too emotionally constipated to acknowledge that, so instead you convinced yourself that you were pushing me away for my own protection?"
Downcast he nodded.
"And you're apologizing for that."
"Yes. If I had just protected you by staying by your side, you never would have gotten hurt! The only reason you're in here is because I was too scared to admit that I love you!"
You froze.
"Say it again."
"What."
"What you just said."
Realization dawned on Gojo's face, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
"I love you."
He murmured shyly, looking at the comforter.
You leaned forwards and hugged him, burying your head in his chest.
"Again."
You whispered, lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform.
"I love you."
A content smile spread across your face.
"I'm still sorta pissed at you, but you have no idea how happy you just made me."
You said, nuzzling into his shirt.
"I love you too."
He froze in disbelief. There was no way you returned his feelings. He didn't deserve that.
"Do you really forgive me?"
"Mmmm, say it one more time for me."
"I love you."
"Okay I forgive you."
Finally at peace, you basked in the warmth from being in the arms of your soulmate.
Who knew that those three little words were all it took.
Three little words to heal your heart.
Cuddling with soulmate, you knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued to tell you those three little words.
You deep personal reflection was interrupted by Gojo's voice.
"Oh, by the way, Suguru says sorry."
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
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drunkhazed · 1 year
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give me fever (l. hs)
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pairing. alpha heeseung x female omega reader
genre. roommates AU, a/b/o, pwp light on the plot, kinda e2l
warnings. profanity, heat sex(heavy on desperation), masturbation, slick, oral, possessiveness, choking, biting, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, knotting, wet messy filth. minors DNI.
wc. 8000 now playing. fever//enhypen
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today is going to be a good day because today you woke up with renewed motivation despite another restless night.
your apartment is the perfect walking distance from work. utilities are included in the rent, there’s an adorable bakery across the street that serves the best chocolate croissants, and the balcony has an amazing view of the mountains.
not to mention rent was more than within your budget.
nothing can ever actually be perfect though, your roommate reminds you as he steps out of his bedroom reeking of pungent Alpha scent, shooting you a wink on the way to the bathroom. 
“morning, Omega.”
your apartment is perfect, other than one insufferable factor.
Heeseung Lee moved in last week after your landlord had promised you ‘no issue’ of housing you with another Omega. no issue until it became an issue, that is.
‘you said Alphas aren’t permitted on this floor!’
Mr. Park shrugs, blaming his son's lack of diligence. ‘ah, I give him one task! you kids never listen.’
‘I don’t care! I can’t live with an Alpha!’
‘it will be temporary, okay? technically he paid the first month’s rent in full along with the entire deposit before you. so unless you want to be out on the street by the end of the day, I suggest you learn to live with it. besides, it’s not the 1900s anymore, what Omega doesn’t use heat suppressants these days?’
you, of course. not that you had reason to divulge your medical history to nothing more than a stranger. 
‘how soon can you relocate me?’
‘as soon as another tenant moves out, it’s all yours! I’ll make a note of it right now!’
Mr. Park, of course, failed to mention the fact that none of his current leases had less than 6 months left to go.
‘us Alphas get a bad reputation for no reason! besides, Heeseung seems like a really nice young man!”
“temporary my ass.” you mutter, picking burnt bits off your breakfast. a really nice young man, or the bane of your existence.
Heeseung, your new roommate who makes zero effort to shut the bathroom door before dropping his towel leaving every inch of skin visible for your puffy half-awake eyes to take in. 
Heeseung, your new roommate who smirks without breaking his gaze while shutting the door enough for the latch to never lock.
Heeseung, your new roommate who has no qualms about how loud his moans bounce off the tile shower walls.
Heeseung, your new roommate who strolls through the living room still dripping wet, scrubbing his hair dry aimlessly on his way to the kitchen to sit across from you and take a bite of your uneaten toast while scrolling through his phone, occasionally nudging into your shoulder to point out something he finds hilarious.
Heeseung, your new roommate who manages to disrupt your peaceful perfection any chance he gets.
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“you don’t get it.”
“what’s not to get? you live with a sexy Alpha, and you’re terminally single. of course I get it!” your best friend says, clicking her tongue snarkily. 
“me being single has nothing to do with this!” you say, pacing back and forth through your living room. occasionally bending to pick up the various scattered belongings your roommate never seems to put away, from different remotes for his numerous consoles to empty snack wrappers. 
“wait, these are my chips!” you snicker, turning on your heel to storm into the kitchen. “this guy has no respect for me, he thinks I’m an idiot!”
“oh come on, don’t be ridiculous! he seemed really nice the other day when I dropped you off.”
“you met him for 2 seconds and asked me if he has a girlfriend, you have no right to an opinion.” shifting your phone between your shoulder and ear, you begin to inspect your cabinet, noticing different items missing.
“I knew it!” you exclaim, glaring before quickly explaining that you need to hang up.
“Heeseung! did you eat my ramen again?!?”
another day of living with an Alpha, and another day full of frustration.
from your toothpaste spilling out because someone continues to lie about using it and never properly closing the tube, to your roommate carrying the faint scent of your favorite body wash combined with his overbearing berry Alpha musk. not to mention the amount of times you’ve noticed your groceries diminishing before you could even touch them.
Heeseung has more than just an affinity for your belongings, he either had to be doing this on purpose, to annoy you, or he truly did not comprehend the meaning of ‘invasion of privacy’.
“Heeseung!” 
it’s Sunday, the day you both coincidentally always end up staying home. not that you do go out for much other than for work and to complete errands— something your roommate never fails to mention when taunting you for being a stay-at-home ‘hermit’.
the beginning of your tantrum goes unnoticed, of course, because while every little thing he does manages to itch through your limbs in the most irritating of ways, Heeseung could care less. your presence never fazed him, if anything you only brought amusement to his day the more you’d stomp and reprimand him over minuscule happenings.
“Heeseung!” another shout of his name is the only warning you give before breaking into his bedroom. the crinkled empty packet of ramen gripped tightly in your hold; because why bother throwing out the evidence after eating the last pack? that would mean he gave a shit.
“Heeseung! what the fuck is your prob—“
the scent of crushed up berries hits you first; dripping sticky bitter juice, staining everything surrounding along the way. it’s more than overwhelming, locking your knees together, melting your feet to the floor, ferociously curling through your gut.
it’s not Heeseung’s usual scent, it’s arousal. clouded by raw, depraved, hungry, unmated feral Alpha arousal.
headphones attached to his head block out the sound of your shrill annoyance, the computer screen in front of him displaying a video of a desperate Omega clawing at bed sheets, hurled closer to the camera filming them with rough thrusts and a fist secured in her hair ripping her neck into a painful arch. tear stained cheeks glow ahead, lifted up by a smile and what you can only assume from reading her lips is ‘more! please more!’
Heeseung grunts from his chest, a loud thwack of skin meeting skin blends with the thick buzz of pleasure filling the four walls you stand awestruck in the middle of, unable to convince yourself to leave and pretend this never happened.
the empty package of ramen drops from your fingers, clutching at your stomach to calm the heat that’s begun to spring, pushing lower the more seconds pass stuck in place; lost to the humid scent of your roommate’s sweat trickling down the side of his face.
too engulfed with his need to get off, Heeseung has yet to notice you. his profile illuminates with the screen radiating the most light in his dimly lit bedroom. he’s focused, gnawing on his bottom lip with skin folded between his eyebrows, releasing short staggered breaths the faster his forearm jerks. 
the deafening obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh draws your gaze lower, choking on a dry inhale at the sight of the tip of his glistening length.  
‘this is an invasion of privacy’ you think, forcing yourself to step back without caution. 
“ughh, fuck!” Heeseung’s voice rings out deep, gravelly and strained as if he’s been edging himself for hours.
the realization that you’d last seen him this morning on his way to the kitchen flashes across the back of your mind. 
Heeseung had paused in his tracks upon spotting you stretched in a split on a yoga mat. skin tight shorts rode up your bottom, scrunched tight between your cheeks catching him off guard with his foot stuck mid-air.
“uhh..”
glancing over your shoulder, you see his jaws half hung, leaving his lips parted with a lost gaze. “what?”
he doesn’t respond, continuing to eye from the curve in your stretched foot up to your waist dipping in, unable to neglect a throbbing sensation starting to form inside of his sweats.
“Heeseung!” you call out, twisting into another stretch that only arches your back deeper. “do you need something?”
the Alpha straightens up, clearing his throat with a shake of his head before continuing to the kitchen, his hands mindlessly reaching for your half of the cabinet in search of something to munch on; he hadn’t had time to go to the store this week yet, and maybe your food just tastes better than his.
fuck.
Heeseung can’t stop himself from looking over his shoulder, struck by the way you gently blot your face free of sweat. the rise and fall your chest gives only spurting more thoughts he knows better than to allow himself to have.
it’s been almost a month of this now, of struggling to keep himself collected each time he leaves his room to find you either glaring at him from the kitchen table over a steaming cup of coffee or bent over in some suggestive position. whether it be with your head buried in cabinet searching for your favorite ramen bowl that he may or may not have purposely hidden, or your stupid yoga stretches. those stupid positions you put yourself in, some he had no idea one could even contort themself into.
it wasn’t much at first, Heeseung thought sure, yeah, you’re cute. maybe you’re really cute, especially when you huff and puff around your shared living quarters complaining about your toothpaste again.
it really was a mistake the first time he used it, but the way you bursted into his room screaming about how you pay extra to maintain a pearly white smile tickled him more than it should have. 
creamy wash dangled from the dispenser of your favorite body wash, the one that blended beautifully with your natural scent and clung to the shower walls even hours after you’d already finished washing up. he swiped it off, dragging the sugary sweet white soap down the center of his chest. a spark of excitement heightened the lower he dragged, easy to imagine you there, taking your time to scrub and rub the bubbly foam over your skin until it felt silky smooth.
as silky smooth as your bare arm felt against his bumping into each other in the hallway, soft enough for an apology to get lost on his lips.
‘sor—‘ Heeseung drifted off, the area you grazed prickling on his arm. a tingle shooting up his limb from the slight contact, curling his sock covered toes into the carpet while you glared and cursed him under your breath moving inside of your bedroom as if you felt nothing at all.
he tried to stay subtle about it, knowing you threw a fit about getting paired with an Alpha to live with, but it became more difficult with each passing day.
maybe snatching a pair of your underwear had been a mistake, but as he saw them fall from your freshly dried hamper of laundry he couldn’t deny this must be fate. not with how soft the cotton material felt against his nose, not with the fresh and airy scent of your wash sticking to his palms. 
maybe jerking off with a handful of your body wash hadn’t been the best idea, but he couldn’t deny how much easier picturing you on your knees under the showerhead had become, even after cumming on the wall with his face smashed against the foggy tile; sadly watching his need for you swirl it’s way down the drain.
that’s how Heeseung found himself once again searching up Omega’s submitting for their Alpha.
maybe he returned to the search page for roommates fucking during heats and ruts more than once, maybe he never clicked out. especially from one particular video featuring an Omega with similar features to you, an added bonus is that she too hated her roommate.
“UGH!” another whined groan snaps you back to reality, stumbling back as Heeseung’s hips jump forward, fucking into his fist faster to climax on time with the video playing.
the bend in his neck shatters your resilience, stepping on your own foot with another distracted step back. the small shelf near his door meets your elbow, crashing out a pile of video games and DVDs noisily. 
“what the fuck?!” Heeseung twists fast, too fast, lunging his head back with the headphones still plugged into his computer. he scatters, speedily shoving himself back into his sweats with one hand as his other works to shut off the screen. “what the fuck are you doing in here!”
“I—I—“ dropping to your knees, you try to stutter, patting for the door frame to get out. a familiar pang of heat quickly surfaces, screaming for an Alpha to take advantage of you any way they please.
Heeseung fumbles to stand, stopping dead in his tracks when it hits him. stronger than his own scent the undeniable waft of Omega slick punches through his chest, choking on a deep inhale of your body's release practically begging to be claimed.
“heat?” he asks himself, jaw slowly falling open watching you try to move away. crawling backward with your palms on the floor into the hallway. 
with the little bit of strength you still have, you turn to run on your knees through the hall. coughing against the urge to stay put and let the Alpha in your presence strip you down to nothing. 
your bedroom door clicks shut just in time to catch sight of Heeseung rushing out of his, stampeding over to crash into the door slamming shut in his face.
“you’re in heat??” he asks, amazed, licking across his lips to remoisten them. still too shocked to process everything, he groans with his groin shoved against the door to stave off his hunger. the idea that you fell into heat because of him doing more than enough to get him off.
“aw come on,” Heeseung presses closer to the outside of your bedroom door. a smirk evident in his voice as his warm cheek drags against the chilled wood to speak near the small crevice between the frame. “all of this arguing about lack of privacy for weeks and here you are, triggered your heat because you were being a pervert? naughty naughty.”
“go away!” you clamber to barricade the door even though it’s locked, stuffing a pillow over your face to release a pained shriek.
Heeseung sighs, softly knocking his forehead against the door. “promise I’ll be nice if you let me in, it must hurt..” 
“not in heat.” you croak in anguish, dropping your head back to suppress a cramp spiking between your thighs. 
“sure baby..” Heeseung’s lips tighten, wondering how long it’s been since you last went into heat with an Alpha around; your scent’s dizzying, churning his already aroused brain. “bet it’s been so long since anyone touched you, hmm? you know you can’t get through this alone.”
“I said go away Heeseung!” 
the mix of your scents tastes like a drug poured onto your tongue with each struggled breath you take, burying your nose into your pillow harder to keep the Alpha’s more powerful one subdued. it’s impossible with him so close, practically seeping through your walls with each taunting word and delighted laugh he lets out.
“liked what you saw that much, Omega?” he’s brazen now, fully digesting what this means after weeks of pining for you in secret. Heeseung can barely contain a smile, momentarily grateful for the door keeping you divided. “how much did you see, baby?”
he sighs through the door, dragging his knuckles up and down, the sound of it looming above where you crouch and listen. “did you know I was thinking about you? I always do now.”
a gasp collects in your pillow, tightening your legs closer together to stop yourself from squealing as another dollop of slick pours out. the shorts you still had on after finishing your morning workout completely wrecked now. “I know you saw it, you saw everything, didn’t you? is that what did it baby? watching me jerk off to another Omega? did you know?”
Heeseung waits, chewing his bottom lip while picturing your stunned face again; silently absorbing the heavy aroma of slick you left between the hallway walls. “did you know I was thinking about you? pretending my pretty roommate cried and begged me to go harder.”
breath lodges in your throat upon his admission, caring less whether it be true or false, he knew exactly what to say to turn your insides upside down. 
“come on, open the door for Alpha.” 
a minute of silence passes, and you think about it. 
Heeseung could help you through your heat, this living situation is temporary anyway. it’s too late to find a clinic to suffer it out at, and your heat wasn’t supposed to hit until next month. you had no time left to prepare, and if your memory serves you right— you need new batteries too.
as much as you try to deny an attraction to your roommate with daily complaints, it’s not as if you have been able to ignore how nervous his presence alone makes you.
Heeseung annoys you because you like him, and that’s upset you ever since the day you met.
the tips of your fingers brush around your doorknob, pushing onto your knees with a sniffle into your pillowcase. 
“go away Heeseung,” you say finally, shoving back to curl into a ball as your Omega screams to let him in.
“fine, suffer in there alone all you want.” Heeseung chuckles, tapping up and down your door to create a drum that accompanies his sweet vocals. “I’ll be in my room where you found me, waiting for when you’re ready. come out, come out whenever you want, Omega.”
footsteps rain heavily through the corridor, beating against your ear, returning to press up and listen for the familiar sound of his bedroom door shutting. it takes more than a minute, the Alpha lingering down the hall in wait, expecting you to succumb and claw your way out with your hands positioned to pray and beg for his help.
he sighs quietly, but loud to your alert senses, shuffling back to his bedroom with the door shutting but not clicking to lock.
you know he means it, it’s an invitation, precisely as he said to recreate what you caught him watching.
the better part of your conscience commends your ability to stay put and control your natural instinct that craves every inch of the Alphas skin under your tongue, but the devil you ignore clawing at your shoulder chants otherwise.
“fuck me.” you grit between grinding teeth, pushing your underwear down for a pinch of relief. the first touch of air-conditioned breeze rustling between your hips aches more than usual. in fact, everything aches more than usual, never once had any heat hit you this hard and left you this aroused before.
this had to be Heeseung’s fault, stupid Alpha leaving his enticing scent everywhere. stupid Alpha pushing your buttons for weeks until you ended up here, on your knees contemplating how much more of this you can take.
delirium takes over your brain before you can even sweep your fingers between your legs. slick aggressively pours down your inner thighs, sticky and wet down the pits of your knees making everything all the more uncomfortable. 
heats had been bearable for the most part, mostly able to handle it yourself, even still showing up to work on your last couple of days with how well you managed to control your Omegas desires.
Heeseung just had to show up and fuck up everything for you, with his stupid big shiny eyes, his stupid attractive smirk, and his extra stupid tall stature that ignited a hint of fear in your gut everytime he stood near you.
as if your Omega could predict your next move, the devil on your shoulder cheered, encouraging you to hurry before ‘our Alpha’ grows more agitated with us.
“useless.” banging your head against the wall, you smear slick painted on your hand across your shirt. shuddering as another pained moan slips out of you.
silently pleading for forgiveness to no one other than yourself, your last shred of self-restraint evaporates, twisting the knob to collapse out onto the hallway floor. Heeseung’s room seeming further than ever now as your knees burn to carry you across the expanse of space separating the two of you. the journey down down the hall pricks through your bones, cracking and hurting until you finally barge into his room.
Heeseung’s exactly as you’d found him earlier seated in his computer chair, another video playing on the screen, and headphones on. 
“Alpha..”
a smirk creeps onto his face before looking over to watch you miserably trudge through his room, pathetic with drool already dripping from the corners of your lips.
“Hee..” 
your knees burned and bruised against the floor, slowly crawling deeper in without effort to open the door properly. Heeseung fully expected for you to lose control of your bearings and find your way back to him, on your knees again as you’d left earlier.
shifting with his feet paddling against the floor, he swivels side to side waiting until you near close enough to clutch onto his calves, burying your digits in his sweats to hoist yourself higher. “Alpha..”
“you think you deserve anything from me? after I offered you my help so nicely?” Heeseung tsks, maintaining a cold expression, locking his jaw to maintain his composure even as you pull harder on his sweats to lift yourself between his thighs; even while you drag your face against his upper thigh panting like a thirsty pup. 
“I think you owe me..” Heeseung sucks in a breath between his teeth, leaning his neck to one side. “how can you expect Alpha to willingly help you after treating me like this?” 
Heeseung continues on, pouting when you scratch at his chest, the collar of his shirt dragged down by your grip on the material to pull yourself closer to him. 
“please, please Alpha, n—need.” you whisper, pressing a wet kiss to his navel that sets a chill of heat down to his groin. the combination of your fierce grip on him and the heat radiating from your fingertips has him fighting to keep calm, slowly allowing his eyelashes to flutter shut as the scent of your prominent thick slick crashes like high-tide waves against his skull.
“what do you need?” Heeseung says, lowering his gaze to pan over the distress that’s taken over your beautiful features. 
“Alpha please, please don’t make me..”
the browns of his eyes flicker with shards of gold and reds from listening to your groveling, but not enough to break his defiance. “why should I still be nice? have you been very nice to me baby?”
with a clear head you’d be able to snicker, bite back and mock him in return, but with heat completely engulfing your body you couldn’t find a care to argue. a coughed wail runs from your throat, stradling the small space left on his lap to wrap around the Alphas broad shoulders and soothe your raging heart with his usual bitter scent that’s ripened, sweet as a berry sucker staining your tongue on a hot summer day. 
Heeseung grips your waist, sucking in a breath as he admires the amount of space his large hands cover on you, squeezing you tight to let the idea of bruises and marks created by his hands showing up on your hips and thighs roam free. “there there, you know Alpha will take care of you.”
Heeseung pinches your chin, having to bite back at the way your lower lip wobbles, a glossy gaze stares back pleading to be ruined. “good Omegas know how to ask for what they need.”
“Heeseung!” you whine, sniffling before a tear slips feeling more desperate and humiliated as he grasps your hip with one firm hand to stop you from grinding. “please! I need you!”
the magic words pour from your lips, the Alphas hold returning to wrap around your waist to drag you closer, rolling his hips up simultaneously to press your bare core against his sweats forming a darkened puddle of slick on his groin. “smell so good for me baby, that’s all for me, right?” 
there’s something akin to desperation in the way Heeseung’s stares at you while saying your name, pressing the pads of his fingers in your cheeks in wait for you to speak, to reaffirm that you need him, not just any Alpha but him.
pawing at his chest, you slowly nod, dipping closer to inhale every bit of him, for a sliver of his taste to meet your lips. the scent you’ve begun to grow accustomed to more overpowering now, aromatic and lucid inducing, hypnotizing your hips to roll faster for any type of friction against your center. 
Heeseung forces your lips into a pout, allowing three breaths to pass between you before closing the small distance with soft lips swallowing yours.
he kisses with equal hunger, nestled between your lips to suck and rub, the end of his tongue finding space inside of your mouth when you let on a gasp of surprise. Heeseung’s big hands run down your back, kneading your ass over your shirt on the way to grip your thighs. 
the Alpha effortlessly moves to stand, lifting you with a secured hold around your thighs to set you on an empty space on his desk, his hands roaming, pushing beneath your shirt to clutch onto your waist again, this time with his digits sinking directly into your flesh. 
“you feel so good, so soft.” Heeseung says between breaths, mesmerized by how smooth you feel, rutting his hips between yours to smear around the mess of slick coating his sweats. 
bending lower, Heeseung lays you on his desk, licking the spit that's ended on your chin, rubbing his nose against yours before returning to your parted lips with his tongue plunging in gliding along yours. 
“Al-alpha..” moans continuously spew between strokes of his tongue, losing comprehension with another piston of his hips. the Alphas growing bulge presses stiff against your center, rubbing impatiently on your clit. “please, need you, n—need you now”
Heeseung grunts, chewing your lips with his hands exploring, from squeezing your thighs and ass to tracing your shape up to your chest. he’s everywhere, mauling your mouth as he grinds harder, massaging your breasts with a strong hold and fingers tweaking your hardened buds. if not for his unrelenting will to not immediately fuck into you, you’d be sure he’s in rut.
“need you too.” Heeseung whimpers, winding the fabric of your t-shirt around your waist as a handle to grip and jam against you harder. “need to taste you, feel every part of you.”
“please, y-yes, Alpha please.”
Heeseung nods rapidly, breaking into a sweat still fully clothed above you, large and powerful with demanding empty thrusts that spiral up your chest, craving for more, more of the Alpha to consume you, more more more.
“can you cum like this?” Heeseung asks, a hint of whine singing from his throat as he bends to lick up your jaw, trailing up your ear to suck on. “cum for me baby, wanna taste you.”
“Alpha, n-no” his pace is unforgiving now, pushing your shirt up to stuff into your mouth muffling your moans. Heeseung grunts listening to the nasty wetness between you, slick drips down between his thighs leaving his sweats soaked. the table under you is a mess of arousal smearing its way up to your lower back.
“oh fuck!” with gritted teeth he pulls away to watch your chest heave, hips lifting up in need. a stream of slick pulses, squirting onto his shirt and the space under you, landing with an obscene splash. “fuckfuckfuck.”
he can’t wait any longer, dropping to his knees his mouth attaches to your entrance before you can finish, swallowing the last spurts of slick; the shock of his tongue dipping in shoots your spine rigid, bowing up into an arch with your feet scrambling to settle on the desk. “Alpha!”
Heeseung groans from deep within his chest, his tongue working in and out of your convulsing heat instantly unable to get enough of your slick pouring down his throat. “do you even know how good you taste?” 
Heeseung growls between slurping slick and licking between your folds, his nose covered with a layer of wetness from dragging up and down your exposed center. the tip of it rolling your clit into a mind-numbing circle as he takes a deep breath, slick filling his nostrils leaving him with hardly any space to breathe.
“fuckfuck.” Heeseung feels out of his mind, days of jerking off to the thought of you led to this. ravenous with hunger to swallow you whole, he sucks on your labia folds, alternating the velvety flesh with sucks and pointed licks. fat stripes of his tongue dragging from your rim to your clit pursing his lips around the bundle of nerves to make you shriek.
a repeated chant of ‘so fucking good’ between deep intakes of wet breath sounds between your moans, heated palms squeeze your hips pushing onto the backs of your thighs to lift your lower back from the desk. Heeseung stays bent over diving deeper at this new angle, his tongue pushing in and out stretching your walls purposefully. 
heat licks through your stomach when the Alpha pushes 2 digits in alongside his tongue, the stretch torturous as he falls into a fast-paced pump. his fingers scissoring inside of you against the strain in his tongue working to wiggle in deeper until his jaw hinges and locks. the tension in his muscle elicits a grunt filling your insides with toe curling vibrations.
Heeseung imagines he could die with his face buried between your thighs, wondering how he went this long without your slick lathered on his tongue. his nose rubbing back and forth against your clit the more he attempts to push in, slipping another finger into you. 
“Hee! I’m—fuck!” you keen, wrinkling between your eyebrows with a shout as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. a white heat of lust blacks out your senses with your climax hitting, having to reach for chunks of the Alphas hair to pull at between wailing for him to stop.
Heeseung’s ears feel foggy, clouded with fuzzy cotton and the shout of your pleased moans. he works past your orgasm, gliding his tongue out only to focus on your clit, striking it in repeated motion with lick after lick; his fingers gaining momentum as he buries a fourth in to jackhammer another orgasm out of you. 
your next release hits faster, his arm stiffening to push the tips of his digits against a spongy spot deep inside of you, splaying his other hand under your bellybutton with a harsh suck around your bundle of nerves. 
“Heeseung!” 
screams sound around the room, eyes rolling into the back of your head with the assault from the Alphas merciless fingers and mouth. slick rushes out viscously bursting past his fingers stilling inside of you to enjoy the stream smacking him across the face. 
“holy fuck.” Heeseung sighs, licking the mess off his lips before dragging out and kissing from over your slit to your entrance, hips twitching up with a whine from the oversensitivity.
“so perfect..” the Alpha mumbles quietly, not loud enough for you to hear over your euphoric daze; still lost in heat and addictive gratification.
Heeseung’s quick to strip himself, kicking off the sweats you’ve ruined and coming to stand straight above you. 
“never seen a prettier Omega.” he says, holding onto your knees to keep you spread open. another embarrassing wad of slick leaks at the visual of the Alphas larger figure looming above you, his chest defined with light abdomen muscles inching closer to your core. “with the prettiest pussy too.”
“Alpha, fuck me already, please” you preen, squirming in his hold. his praise only doing more to heighten your impatience and despair. 
“want me that much hmm? you going to cum that hard on my cock for me too?” Heeseung clicks his tongue, sucking a breath between his teeth to lessen his Alphas rage to take you right now. the thought of fucking you for the first time anywhere other than his bed not sitting right with him. leaning over, he kisses you softly, savoring the pilant moans you share between licks across the seam of your lips. trailing his tongue inside to twist against yours and pull, drawing your neck and waist to arch up and let his arms belt around you. 
surprising you with his strength, he squats to haul you off the table, his bed not far off to lay you flat even with his legs shaking after staying hard for this long. Heeseung can feel his last semblance of power disappear as he helps you out of your shirt, fully exposed beneath him with your face hidden in your shoulder as you flush. suddenly shy with the Alphas large doe eyes taking time to scan your figure and touch your delicate curves.
“so pretty for your Alpha..” Heeseung’s enraptured, eyes glazed over as they pass over every inch of skin, tickling down your sides to grab onto your hips again. the hiss you let out letting him know it hurts, bruises surely forming in the shapes of his fingers, an image to revel in until he can properly claim you.
“Alpha, fuck me.. please fuck me.” you whine more feverishly now, reaching to scratch and pinch his waist and melt your bodies closer, his thighs pushing more space between your hips to settle his length against your core.
“do you even understand what you’re begging me to do baby?” Heeseung questions, lapping his mouth clean with his palm flattening around your throat. “begging for Alpha to ruin you.”
“wa—want you, want you to ruin me.” his hand tightens, snaking your throat with a chokehold when you plead for him to make it hurt, make it hurt good enough to remember. “pl—please..”
“what if I need everything, what if I need every part of you?” Heeseung breathes harshly, rolling his hips forward to drag his size between your gushing folds. “will you give me that? give me everything.”
“everything,” tears spring free as your hands reach to wrap around his forearm, trembling head to toe with each pass of the Alphas cock from your navel to your clit, the stimulation pushing your mind deeper into an abyss of heat and desire. “I’m yours.”
Heeseung’s throat jumps, cursing under his breath as he litters a path of kisses down your jaw, nipping your chin on his way to your chest. his teeth bury into the mound of your breast with a growl, shaking his head to sink deeper into the fleshy meat and leave a mark. “so good, so fucking good.”
loosening his hold on your neck, he traces upward, nestling the end of his nose along the column of your throat in search of your scent gland. his throat locking dry and tight as he inhales the sweet fragrance he’s become infatuated with. Heeseung nips at your warm skin, teasing you with the threat of marking you to be his, a chance to claim you as his mate. his sharp canines dig in enough to break the skin and leave indentations, staying still for seconds to let your scent fill his lungs.
thrill races through your spine, having the Alpha this close to your scent gland, arching for more movement between your bodies, your nails dig into his sculpted sides scratching down leaving viscous red lines in their wake. 
Heeseung sucks with more strength, raising blood to the surface on your neck in a pattern of a necklace, one for his hand to latch onto and deepen later.  
“Hee, c—can’t” ragged breath lodges between your lungs with his palm returning to constrict your throat, fingers dig into the sides congesting your next inhale.
Heeseung growls rough, like shards of glass have ruined his vocal chords. “you like that baby?” 
your chin barely gives a nod, body speaking for you with another glob of slick running down the Alphas length leaving his balls dripping wet onto the bedding. “get so wet for me, you get wet like this for anyone else?” 
“you, you Alpha.” you cry, desperately horny enough to say anything Heeseung wants at this point. brought to nothing but a pile of putty in his menacing hands, willing to hand over your world for him to destroy.
he hums, licking at the sweat blanketing his upper lip, using your throat to push his shoulders up and gawk in awe at the area you’ve drenched between your lower halves. slick coats his thighs, his abdomen shining under soft light reflecting off of him, the bed topper beneath you ruined. “you like me that much?”
Heeseung kisses at the backs of his teeth rutting between your folds, losing his breath as he watches the tip of his size reach past your twitching navel with each swipe up. “fuck, you gonna be good for me? be a good Omega for Alpha and take it all?”
“yesyesyes! be so good, anything,” you blubber, coughing with your thighs clenched around his hips to lure him in, hands scrabbling on his wrist and forearm to loosen his hold on your neck. “so good for you Alpha, a—anything.”
Heeseung grabs a hold of his length, gripping snuggly around the base to calm himself, leisurely dragging his tip between your folds. “you’re so beautiful, baby.”
the thick aroused scent emitting off of you only grows thicker with his murmured flattery, a fresh dollop of slick bubbles out drenching Heeseung’s heavy sack. tears cling to your eyelashes, a watery plead to be fucked echoes out, blurring past the Alphas ears when another waft of your scent spins his head into an alternate universe; mindlessly dipping the tip of his cock past your tight entrance.
“w—want you inside,” you say, fluttering your eyes shut nervously. “want all of you inside Alpha, wanna be full of your pups.”
Heeseung’s chest tightens, grinding his teeth as he inches deeper into your heat. the wet warmth makes the room spin, compressing his lungs in a way that brings him closer to what can only be described as death, and he knows he’s fucked. he’ll never be able to get enough of you after this.
“feel you s—so deep,” you stammer, sliding a palm down to your navel to rest against the skin that’s begun to distend as the Alpha stills, head drooping between his shoulders to lower his uncontrollable moans. “wanna feel your cum.. drip out of me.”
Heeseung can’t stop himself from shouting, cursing under his breath while throwing back his head. wet walls clamp around his size, the pressure shooting through his balls to fuck you with an feral urgency. 
shifting back, the Alpha gazes where you connect, jaw hung loose entranced by your cunt refusing to release him. your walls squeezing, milking his cock to your content until he finally sees the tip, ramming forward falling into a brutal pace.
Heeseung hunches forward bouncing you deeper into his bed where he’d always planned to have his way with you, fuck you until you cry and beg exactly as you are now. the nonsense and pleasured sounds dripping off your tongue play like a tune to the rapid volume of flesh meeting flesh. sharp hips barrel against your thighs, bruising in their aftermath. 
“what am I gonna do with you?” Heeseung whimpers, pushing his mouth against yours, melting into a messy kiss that’s more drool than lips meeting. teeth clink together, swallowing shared breaths between failed attempts of locking lips. “how are you this perfect for me?”
the Alphas hands cup under your ass, groping to lift your bottom up and meet his furious speed. tingles explode throughout your limbs from his praises, searching for refuge in his shoulder to hide the burn racing across your cheeks.
“don’t hide from me, baby.” Heeseung commands, pressing his nose into your cheek. “my pretty Omega.”
honey vocals sing everything you need to hear, the constant mine mine mine twisting your gut. the Alphas thick length works fast, thrusting into you at a spine-breaking pace. 
“pl—please, please,” you croak, biting down on Heeseung’s shoulder as a blood curdling scream tears through your chest. Heeseung’s cock catching on your entrance with each pull out, ankles locked around his lower back.
“what are you begging for?” the Alpha mouths at your jaw, nipping and licking sweat off your cheek. 
“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” 
Hesseung can’t believe what a slut his roommate is, already fucked stupid and still demanding more. moving to slide his arms under your back, he sets a violent pace. the scream you let out scratching your vocal chords up, urging him to fuck you faster. fuck you until your heat breaks.
“yesyesyes! Alpha!”
“God,” Heeseung gasps, in disbelief of how well you take it, taking it like you belong to him already. “made for me, aren’t you baby?” 
he’s fucking into you faster, harder, every inch meticulously dragging inside of you. the room humid and hot with a combined heat building off your bodies. skin beats against yours sweaty, sticky, covered in slick.
“fuck baby, how are you still so f-fucking tight.” Heeseung keens, his voice cracking as you clench around him more. “feel too good..”
planting you with another sloppy kiss, he straightens back to push your thighs against your chest. weighing more on your air passage as his hips drop faster, your knees bracketing around your distraught face. 
“al—alpha.. br—..” with a sigh, you crumble. angled to watch his length bury in and out of you. the thick size of him spreading your cunt open, breaking you to never need anyone else. no one would ever come close. “breed me.”
Heeseung’s eyes snap open, his hands squeezing the backs of your legs. he can’t stop now, not with how you gaze at him like a God, a hazy stare admiring the man above you sending him toppling over the edge. 
tears, drool, and sweat spill past your lips, huffing empty breathless cries. the Alphas cock burying into you balls deep pushing your stomach out again. Heeseung’s massive size rearranges your insides, erasing your last shred of sanity with another push of his hips.
incoherent noises break from your parched throat, the most painful and satisfying orgasm ripping through your body. strong enough to leave you brainless, eyes rolled back as your lower half jerks, squirting aggressively enough for Heeseung to nearly break into tears as he stays rooted inside of you against the pressure trying to push his cock out.
“fuck!”
he fucks you through it, your limp body fucked higher up the bed as he races to completion. a gutted growl slices through the thick air around you. his knot expanding with hot white ropes painting your insides. teeth gritted as he leans down and lays a pathway of kisses up your chest, licking over your scent gland again, with more desperation to bite and have you as his mate.
Heeseung’s knot continues to expand, instinctively drawing another weak orgasm out of you the more you stretch around him. locked together with half-lidded eyes lazily taking in the afterglow taking over your expressions. the heat subdued enough to at least feel half-awake and process reality for the moment.
“thank you..”
Heeseung smiles, adjusting his arms to loop around your waist and position you both more comfortably on your sides until his knot deflates. “why are you thanking me?”
“because..” you mumble, tucking in your chin to hide as warmth rushes to your cheeks. “..I wanna be good for you..”
his cock pulsates watching your expression shift to a demure innocent one, stifling a groan by biting on his lip. he nudges your forehead with his nose, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“you’re the best for me.”
Heeseung’s affirmations reach deep with your heat feeding off the Alphas energy, the ache stings again, punching through your gut. tightening around his length going back down to a normal size.
“Alpha..”
“my baby needs more already?” he grins, pecking away the pout you give him as he maneuvers to slowly pull out of you.
“come on, present yourself, show me how much you want it. show me how good you can be for your Alpha.” Heeseung says with a hint of cockiness, slapping your hip enough to sting and have you lazily turning over. hissing as your knees drag on the wet bedding, lowering your chest to shove your ass out with a defined arch. 
Heeseung can’t believe how wrecked your cunt looks already, swollen and covered in his seed. his fingers smearing the mess of your mixture up to push more inside of your hole, drawing more whines out of you. “perfect Omega for me. mine.”
sniffling, you nod, swaying your hips for more even if you feel ready to pass out. “yours.”
the Alpha sits up on his knees, slapping the underside of his length against your rim and slit creating filthy sounds of wetness. his cock coated in the remnants of his release, slick that won’t stop rivering out of you.
“fill you up with my pups, like my good Omega deserves.” 
sheathing back in, Heeseung groans, eyes rolling back cutting his nails into your sides. his cock throbbing against your swelled walls, wasting no time to fuck and breed you full of cum again and again. the reminder that you belong to him now never failing to sing from his lips release after release with his hands tangled in yours. 
“mine, meant to be mine.”
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the Alphas aroma shifts the air around you before he can settle back into bed, humming as he plops back onto the space next to you.
“you’re not going to believe this but..” Heeseung laughs bitterly, nuzzled against your side with his phone in hand. “Mr. Park emailed about an eviction on the Alpha floor..”
“hmm? eviction?” you question, still drowsy with your nose buried in Heeseung’s pillow to quell your heat for a moment.
“yeah.. looks like I can move out by next week..” Heeseung trails off, clearing his throat before locking his phone.
“move out?? what?” those words are enough to have you shooting up to sit, hissing from the way your entire body stings. “why?!”
“uhm, because you want me to move out?” sitting up on his elbows, he cocks an eyebrow, the one he recently put a slit in that you absolutely hate(love). “weren’t you just ranting to your friend about how insufferable and disrespectful I am?”
“see, eavesdropping is disrespectful,” rolling your eyes, you lightly smack his stomach, returning to cuddle into the Alphas pillow. an instant blanket of calm wraps around your body with one inhale of his trademark scent consuming your senses. “do you want to move?”
“not really..” Heeseung admits, laying back down to meet you at eve-level. “I doubt a new roommate would buy the same great snacks and ramen you always manage to find.”
“do you see how you’re insufferable?” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. 
“as long as you’re willing to live with me, I’d like to stay.” Heeseung smiles, draping an arm around your waist to press closer. “and maybe see where this goes..”
“this?”
“us.”
“..when’s your next rut?” 
Heeseung cracks into a wide smile at that, tickling up your back to make you curl into yourself and expose your throat for him to kiss and lick.
he may or may not have made all of that up, who knows really. it’s not as if he doesn’t proudly carry the title of being your insufferable Alpha roommate without good reason.
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boyfiejay · 3 months
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Soulmate AU
PAIRING : Jungwon x gn Reader
GENRE : soulmates, fated to be
Warning : reader has mixed feeling about this soulmate thing, they go to different schools, jungwon is a gentleman, reader is whipped for him, mention of a cut on readers wrist (not SH), swearing like once
Word Count : 1.3k (how tf😧)
Author's Note : pinterest pushed me to write this, like i saw that bracelet photo and i had to write this. Why do my periods have to hurt me so bad, im going to kms😂
Sunoo Version
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You've always felt like an outsider, so different from people around you. You were constantly surrounded by couples, soulmates to be exact. To be honest, you found the idea of soulmates a little bit too much, too controlling as to how you had spend your life with someone you've just met.
But there was still comfort in that thought, as controlling this whole thing sounded, it still was a reassurance that there is a person who is so much suited for you that they can be called your soulmate. That no matter what at the end of the day, that person understood you better than anyone else, even if they've known you for mere hours.
So really do you find these soulmates? Everyone is given a bracelet with a distinct charm on it at the young age of 10. These charms are supposed to link together when you meet them, they're stuck together for as long as the charm wants.
And although your charm was pretty looking, it still got stuck in inconvenient things. Your wrists turning red at the harsh metal. It looked pretty but was a bit too uncomfortable.
Although the thought of soulmates made you feel giddy, couples were insufferable in your early years of high school, constantly reminding you what you did not have. Or what you did not find.
But as you grew older, your excitement about finding your soulmate grew less and less. Many people found their soulmates at the beginning of high school, some even in middle school. Your parents found each other when they were 15, your older brother found his soulmate when he was 16. And at the age of 18, you felt everyone look down on you with pity.
And whatever hope you had, had started to diminish as you were now in your last year of high school. Just a year away from graduation, everyone around you was constantly worried about whether you would find your 'meant-to-be' or not.
Finding your soulmate way later in life wasn't unheard of, but the chances of finding that person becomes really low the older you get.
And so your parents decided for you that you should meet new people, hangout more often because apparently the reason you haven't found your soulmate is because you don't socialise. Which is understandable, considering you only have a set of friends that you interact with.
Thankfully, you did not have any problem with making friends. But sticked to the few you trusted, well because everyone at your school is either a crackhead, doesn't understand boundaries or just so much drama. So you happily agreed to going our more often when your parents mentioned.
But what was annoying was that you were being dragged to a different school's yearly festivals. Well not really annoying, now that you were promised a treat from your friends.
Someone in the group, you failed to notice who, had mentioned that you all should split in groups and explore whatever you wanted, since everyone wanted to do a different thing. And initially you had two of your friends with you, but after a while of mindlessly strolling you realised that you were alone, your friends vanishing, leaving you with a cat plushie you won.
You wandered around, looking around to find your friends as well as looking for something interesting to waste your money on.
You spotted someone wearing an orange beret, similar to what your friend had worn in the morning. Unfortunately the person was slowly going out of your line of sight and merging into the crowd. You had to move quickly and soon enough you were trying to push past a bunch of people.
You broke into a small jog, the person finally in your line of sight. But just then you felt a harsh tug on your wrist, it definitely wasn't someones hand that was gripping yours.
It didn't take you long to realise what the tug was, you slowly turned, hoping that your bracelet didn't get stuck in some random person's sleeve.
As you turned, you were met with wide worried eyes that were scanning your wrist. Your eyes moved down, still internally hoping, and the sight that you had dreamed numerous times was in front of you. In that moment, you just felt this strong urge to cry, no one in your life could understand the times you had felt alone while everyone around you just seemed so happy.
And no matter how much you try to gaslight yourself, you had desperately wanted to meet your soulmate. Everyone described it like such an enchanting moment, your mom said it felt like sparks were flying, you would feel that you've known this person your whole life.
But right now, the person in front of you seemed so unfazed about the fact that he had just found his soulmate. Rather he was focused on the fact that your wrist was bright red, it burned due to the harsh tug and there was a small cut that he hasn't seen yet.
"Are you okay?" he said, finally meeting your eyes, his own searching for any pain on your face. Surely you felt enchanted, not only because this was your soulmate, but also because he was the epitome of 'handsome yet cute'.
He tilted his eyes, confused at you blankly staring. No scratch that, he was cute as fuck.
Snapping out of the trance he had put on you, you say "Yeah, I'm fine." your whole face was burning up at his intense staring. You were surprised you managed to sound normal.
"I don't think this is gonna let go any time soon." he said, talking about the charms. "Do you mind if we hung out together? Consider this our first date. My name is Jungwon." he said, gently smiling, dimples appearing on his cheeks. God he was too cute.
Clearing your throat, you managed to nod and return his smile, your eyes still staring at his dimples.
He looked behind his to tell his friends to go on without him, you just realised that there were around half a dozen people behind his that were just staring at you, trying to bore holes into you. A couple of them had a teasing smile when you looked at them, two of them covering their wide open mouths. Only one person seemed laid back and he motioned Jungwon to go on, dragging the others away with him.
Jungeon looked back at you after making sure his friends weren't fooling around or staring at you, "Let's go?" he said still smiling. You felt like you were going to combust.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know each other, Jungwon surprisingly being a very easy person to talk to. You both opened up about how you two were the only people in your respective friend groups who were soulmate-less, "Well, not anymore." was his reply, with a cheeky grin, avoiding your eyes.
And despite how respective he was, he was also flirty. Like not flirty in a creepy way, he was still respectful of your boundaries but he had some kind of charm that just made you flush bright red. Or maybe you were just whipped for him, despite knowing him for such a small time.
With red cheeks and shy waves, and a promise to meet again, the date had ended.
You could finally understand why people could write whole books just about their soulmates, you felt such a deep sense of endearment when you looked at him. You finally understood why your friends were so whipped for their soulmates, constantly yapping about them.
Your friends were surely going to hear an earful for leaving you alone, but you had a feeling that you were going to talk way more about Jungwon.
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erling Haaland just loves the readers boobs, always wants to sleep on them, suck them, motor boat, titty fuck
Me, as a person with big 🍒 I say yes to this!
tw : smut, you must be 18+ to read this!
Erling Haaland x reader
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Cherries
Growing up you always felt insecure about your body. You’ve always seen petite girls with small boobs and a flat chest and you were so jealous you couldn’t have that. You were too young to understand but boys used to call you a whore just because you had more boobs than your friends. They used to make not so funny jokes that always made you uncomfortable and self conscious about your look.
But when you met Erling everything changed. He was so in love with you, all of you. Your mind, your personality, your kindness, your energy, your look, your body, your eyes, your boobs. Especially your boobs.
He always told you how much he loved your chest, his personal cherries as he would say. He helped you gaining your confidence back, especially when you were naked, knowing that having big natural boobs meant also that they were heavy and they weren’t stuck in position as they were supposed to and you always felt so insecure about that. But he simply loves them.
He taught you so many things. About your breast. Taught you how to valorise them when you dress, taught you how to take care of them when you were on your period, taught you how you could pleasure him using only your boobs and how he could pleasure you with just his hands on them.
One night after training he couldn’t wait to go back home and spend all evening with his head on your chest.
“Hello my love” he said once he opened the door.
“Hi baby” you said from the couch. You were currently wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and you were watching some crime documentary on netflix.
He sat next to you in just two seconds.
You already knew what he wanted but you loved teasing him a bit so you pretended to be clueless and continued watching the documentary.
After a few minutes he became more insufferable and all he wanted to do was having his face on your boobs.
“Babe…” he called you and you looked from the TV to him.
“What?” you asked him.
“You know what…please” he begged and you loved hearing him beg.
“You have to speak up baby…I can’t read minds” you joked a bit and that only irritated him more.
“Please…” he said turning off the documentary you were watching and throwing the remote on the other side of the room. His hands grabbed your hips and helped you laying down on the couch, in a more comfortable position.
He removed your t-shirt and bra in just two seconds and his huge hands went straight touching your boobs. You left a soft whisper, sign you were getting slight turned on.
“How I missed my cherries. My babies” he said while his hands continued massaging your breast, his fingers slowly touching your nipples just to tease you more.
He took his time, watching how your face was contoured by pleasure. Your eyes closed and your lips between your teeth.
He took your left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and biting it. Your soft moans became a bit more louder.
After a minute he switched nipple, doing the same to your right one.
“Please baby…” you moaned.
“What?” he teased you and he knew how much you hated when he did it but he just couldn’t help it.
“Touch me…there” you told him and he smirked at you. Removing your leggings and underwear in just one swift move, his fingers brushed gently over your clit but you were already so sensitive that you couldn’t contain your moans.
His middle finger pressed gently against your clit while his lips were back on your boobs, biting, leaving marks and sucking every inch of skin he could find.
It didn’t took you too long for you to cum with a silent scream, tears on the corner of your eyes from the over sensitive pleasure and Erling who wouldn’t leave your nipples.
“Baby…too much” you told him and he looked at you with puppy eyes.
“Another one?” he asked you but you had no energy for an other orgasm.
“Tomorrow…I promise you…I’m too sensitive now…” you said softly and he gave you a reassuring smile.
“Okay baby let me help you…” he said while standing up and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and one of his hoodies that you loved.
He cleaned you and out some cream on your breast, admiring his work of art, your skin turning slightly purple, his teeth still present on your flesh and your nipples becoming more sensitive and red from every touch.
Once he was done he put his hoodie on you and let you rest on his chest.
It was his time to help you relax now.
He put a blanket around your bodies and, while he turned on the TV again you dozed off to sleep. He smiled looking at you thinking about how much lucky he had been for finding someone like you.
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katelynnwrites · 7 months
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The Kinda Love That You Only Find Once In A Lifetime (The Kind You Don’t Put Down) | Sydney Lohmann
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warnings: too much fluff
word count: 1122
summary: sydney isn’t your girlfriend, she is so much more than that
a/n: here you go @wosofanstuff, part two to All I Know Is This Could Either Break My Heart (Or Bring It Back To Life)
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You laugh, eyes sparkling as you glance at Sydney.
‘Stop that.’ Laura grumbles.
‘Stop what?’ You ask in confusion.
‘That. The thing you both always do.’
‘What thing?’ Syd chimes in, just as confused.
‘Ugh I hate you both.’ The blonde complains, huffing and crossing her arms in frustration.
Giggling, you reach over to take another piece of leftover crust off your fellow Bayern Munich player’s plate.
‘See! That! That’s what I’m talking about!’ Laura exclaims.
‘What?’ You laugh again, in between bites of Sydney’s pizza crust.
The training staff had decided to give the team a little treat, in reward for the game won but Laura seems to be unhappy, or at the very least annoyed by yours and Syd’s eating habits.
‘You’re eating her pizza crust.’ Laura states.
‘And? I like crust and Syd doesn’t. This way her pizza crust doesn’t go to waste.’
It’s a simple explanation that makes complete sense to both you and Sydney.
‘God you’re both insufferable. You’re more married than Svenja and her wife and they’ve actually been married for years.’ Laura finishes as she gets up and walks away.
Both you and Sydney break into a fit of laughter.
International camp is always a lovely time and you thoroughly enjoy spending time with your national teammates even though they frequently tease you and Syd.
But you don’t care about that anymore. In fact you stopped caring a long time ago.
You reach out to hold Sydney’s hand and she eagerly intertwines her fingers with yours.
This moment does not go unnoticed by Kathy who is sitting opposite you and your favourite person.
She had stayed quiet during the Eintracht Frankfurt player’s exchange but now she speaks up, ‘Laura’s right. You both act more married than any other married couple I know.’
Sydney blushes and mumbles, ‘No we don’t.’
The VfL Wolfsburg player scoffs.
‘Yes you do. You drive each other’s cars, live and cook together. You share clothes and take turns spending the holidays with each other’s families.’
Now you’re blushing and Kathy eyes you suspiciously.
‘What is going on with the both of you? We never talked about that camp in Miami, a couple years ago but you two were remarkably different after.’
Both you and Sydney shrug at the same time, causing Kathy to roll her eyes.
‘I’m with Laura on this one. Put us out of our misery and just get married already.’
The Bayern Munich player chuckles and fires back, ‘I don’t have a ring yet!’
Your older national teammate scoffs in mock disgust, following Laura by leaving the table.
She joins another across the dining room and you grin at Syd, ‘We’re making all our friends tired of us.’
‘I’m okay with that if it means that I get to be with you.’ Sydney answers easily.
‘Me too.’ You breathe and she kisses the back of your hand affectionately.
You finish up the remaining piece of Sydney’s pizza crust in companionable silence.
Then you dust off the crumbs and lean your head against her shoulder.
Sydney wraps her arm around you immediately. The familiar gesture is both calming and reassuring.
You break the quiet first and ask, ‘So what kind of wedding do you want sonnenschein?’
Syd’s eyes are wide with wonder but she manages to sound only mildly surprised when she replies, ‘But like I told Kathy, I don’t have a ring yet.’
‘Liar.’ You murmur teasingly.
Sydney raises her eyebrows in question and you laugh.
‘The ring is hidden in your spare kit bag. I would be offended that you intend on giving me a ring that you keep together with your smelly boots but really, I don’t care where you keep it. I’ll wear it proudly anyway because I love you.’
Your favourite person’s jaw drops open in shock but you simply smile at her and continue, ‘I don’t think I want a church wedding, it’ll be too formal. Should we have a garden wedding? Or maybe a beach one?’
It takes her a moment but she soon returns your bright smile.
‘I don’t care. As long as you’re the one standing next to me and saying I do, I’ll marry you anywhere.’
‘Really though. You don’t have any preferences?’
‘A beach wedding does sound nice.’ Sydney admits and you hum thoughtfully.
‘We can start looking at venues once we’re back home?’
‘I’d love that.’
Syd’s hand finds its way onto your thigh and she begins drawing small patterns onto it. She can’t stop grinning and neither can you.
Out of nowhere, Laura drops back down into the empty seat beside you.
‘What are you both smiling about? It better not be some lovesick are they dating or are they not thing again.’
Your soon to be wife’s hazel eyes meet yours and you know she is asking a silent question.
Her eyes say, ‘Do you want to tell them? It’s your call.’
You answer both her and Laura at the same time, ‘Sorry to disappoint Laura but we were discussing our wedding. I guess that counts as lovesick.’
‘Your wedding.’ Laura echoes absentmindedly before it truly hits her.
‘Your wedding?!’
‘Yep.’ Sydney chimes in, popping the ‘p’.
‘Like you and Syd?’
‘The only woman I would ever want to marry yes.’ You state.
You keep your tone light and casual, Sydney squeezing your thigh gently in response being the only action betraying just how emotional the moment is.
She’s smirking at the blonde and it takes great effort on your part to not laugh.
Laura lets out a loud scream, causing the entire dining room to come to a standstill.
‘What the hell? I hate you both!’ She yells.
Alex quickly comes over, concern and worry written all over her face when she asks, ‘What’s wrong?’
Laura refuses to respond and both you and Sydney share a laugh.
‘Nothing’s wrong. She asked what we were smiling about and my fiancée said our wedding.’
‘Your wedding?’ Poppi blinks.
‘Mhm.’ Syd nods.
‘As in you?’ The older woman points.
‘Yes me.’
‘And her?’ Alex points again, this time at you.
‘Yes her.’ Sydney grins.
For good measure, the hazel eyed woman pulls you close and presses a brief kiss onto your lips.
That seems to allow the news to sink in for the rest of your national team because they all start cheering.
They rush over to where you and Sydney are sitting, offering suprised hugs and congratulatory words. The room is full of laughter and an infectious kind of happiness.
Amidst all that, you hear Svenja raising her voice, ‘I thought you said she isn’t your girlfriend!’
You smile to yourself.
Sydney is not your girlfriend. She has always been so much more than that.
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sonnenschein - sunshine
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spacebarbarianweird · 3 months
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Ooh how about a Ranger!Tav who hunts undead (like Vampire Lords 👀) x Astarion?
This is the ultimate monster-hunting duo! Though, Rangers are known to be a bit lame in DnD. If it isn't their favored terrain or favored enemy - they are fucked up.
And Tumblr ate the first rough draft, which caused me some psychic damage.
What if Ranger!Tav is a member of some party of heroes, like "Vox Maquina"? And just can't wait to reunite with their former companions?
Masterlist
Headcanons
Astarion x Ranger!Tav
You never had a chance to talk about your future together. It's not like any of you expected to survive and not be turned into Mindflayers.
When Astarion runs away from the sun, you rush to find him but lose track.
Cities aren't your favored terrain.
Astarion returns to the Elfsong Tavern three days later - he looks like a beaten stray cat.
You cuss him. Use all the known slurs.
Why didn't he come back the first day? Why did he disappear?
You thought he'd died! Burnt to ashes!
He is shocked. 
He has never thought his actions could hurt you. He thought you would be better without him.
You drag Astarion to the bathroom, and, while helping him scrub himself, you finally start talking about your own past.
Something you never really mentioned before.
You have home.
Rather a home base but still home
You have a family.
Rather, a group of weirdos who happened to meet each other years ago and call themselves the Brotherhood of Shadows.
Yes, the name was chosen by a Bard. No one had better suggestions, but you know it's stupid.
There is also a Fighter, a Bard, a Cleric, and a Sorcerer. Together you hunt monsters, bad guys, and protect the common people.
You know, eat the rich and distribute their money among the poor.
And you are coming back.
Astarion is hesitant. He isn't ready to share you. And what if those friends of yours won't accept him?
What if years of friendship are a counterweight to this month of passionate love?
They are monster hunters! Monster hunters don't accept monsters at their homes.
What if one of them is in love with you?
But you still ask him to give it a try.
Astarion prays to all the gods to make the journey as long as possible. 
Deep within, he knows he will lose you.
Suddenly, he notices a raven, circling above you.
"Black Death!" you exclaim, stretching out your hand. 
"It's my pet raven, Black Death. Black Death, this is Astarion".
"Death, death, death," repeats the raven, staring at Astarion.
Then the raven soared into the sky and disappeared.
The next day a Half-Orc Sorcerer rushes toward you, yelling "Tav! Tav is that really you?!"
Astarion stands aside, feeling like a fifth wheel, while you and your old friend share news.
"Listen about this man with me…"
"A vampire? So, you've rejected all the men who ever dared to approach you, including myself, and found yourself a vampire?" 
Astarion feels a wave of anger. He already doesn't like your friends.
But the next moment, the Half-Orc stands in front of him, friendly insisting on joining the Brotherhood.
"Besides, I can't believe there have been so many wild bloodsuckers in these woods. It's good to have a vampire of your own to deal with them, am I right?"
Apparently, no one objects to a vampire in their small army of weirdos.
Or maybe they love Tav so much they are ready to accept anyone she brings along.
"Sign me up for the next Mindflayer's attack. I want to get a man, too!" the Cleric jokes.
Astarion sleeps in your room. When the Brotherhood leaves at daylight, Astarion stays to keep an eye on the homebase.
And he talks to possible contractors, demanding to be paid more than they expect.
He is insufferable in the best meaning of this word.
Astarion makes friends.
He often talks about magic and history with the Sorcerer. Or arguing with the Bard ( they have so much in common it pisses them both off)
Astarion feels at home. He has family, he has friends, he has a person to love and hold.
Even Black Death accepts him as his master, though Astarion isn't always capable of communicating with the bird.
Often, you go on night walks together into the woods, an, since you are both horny as nine hells, it often ends not as expected.
You are switches - both hunters and both prey.
Sometimes Astarion "hunts" you - a murderous vampire chasing a helpless Ranger to subdue to his power and hunger.
Then it's your turn - you are a monster hunter, and no vampire has ever escaped you.
Even the Bard calls you freaks when you return at sunset both covered in dirt (and, probably, other fluids under your clothes).
Astarion cares about you deeply - always making sure you are healed before you embark on another adventure.
And he is the one who nurtures you if you are sick or wounded.
He likes being a hero. He likes being a caregiver, both roles he once despised. 
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bagopucks · 11 months
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J. Hughes - As Sure As It Gets
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Jack Hughes x Reader
Requested✨
Word Count: 4.6k
Warning(s): none? Angst? Miscommunication?
This was proofread once and written during a nasty headache.
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“Jack, you’re my best friend.. and I know that..” I had to pause to find the right words. Jack was home for the summer. Home with his family, and I stupidly thought I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer.
“Your best friend?” Jack smirked, leaning into my side, where he’d been for the past hour, binging comedy sitcoms with me. He was practically laying on me, but I never minded. Jack was always a space invader. The best kind, in my opinion. Cuddly and gentle.
“Yeah.” My heart hurt to hear the excitement in his tone when he repeated my words. Maybe best friends was all he wanted to be.
“What’s up?” Jack pressed on, knowing by the tone in my voice that there was more.
“Jack-“ I sighed, glancing down at my lap, where I had been playing with Jack’s hands, occasionally running my fingers over the bracelet I made for him a week ago. The one he never took off. Because it was a symbol of our friendship.
When I didn’t continue, Jack gently moved one of his hands from my own to rest on my thigh.
“I’m listening.”
“Did you ever think about us.. as maybe more than friends?” I knew he had when we were little. Because when we were little, Jack was obsessed with me. Always running across the street with dandelions or flowers from his mother’s garden to knock on my door and give them to me. I used to love the flowers, but Jack had to stop that eventually when Ellen’s plants kept dying. At one point, little Jack, as mischievous as he was, stole his mother’s wedding band to propose to me. Granted we were only kids, and those feelings meant nothing, because they weren’t romantic. But Jack used to think I was the prettiest girl in the room.
“What?” Jack giggled, and I was too caught up in the fact that he was laughing to acknowledge the nervous sound in his voice. “No. Why? We’re best friends.” Jack squeezed my thigh. “Silly.”
Silly. Just like my delusional hope that he felt the same way. My heart shattered. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I tried my best to wipe them away without disturbing the boy pressed into my side. I stared down the tv, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Jack and I never bothered to look at one another. But at one point I did notice the way his hand raised to his face. No doubt biting one of his nails, which was a nervous habit he had. Had I made him uncomfortable?
When I got the confidence to speak again, I carefully rubbed a hand through his hair to gain his attention. My eyes were no doubt red from holding back tears, but in the dark, Jack would have been none the wiser. He tilted his head back to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“I should get going..” I was slow to slip out from beneath him. Jack’s lips immediately pulled into a frown. I never left the Hughes house this early.
“You have to stay. The episode’s not even over.”
“Sorry, Jack. I’m just too tired. Ask Lu to watch it with you.”
“Lukey’s boring.” Jack’s small whine of complaint would have been amusing if not for the pulsing pain in my chest. I forced out a laugh nonetheless and started to make my way over to the door. It was only then that Jack completely sat up and stared me down, a sad look in his eyes that I didn’t completely understand. I slipped my shoes on and eyed him in the silence.
“You’re really leaving?”
“Yes, Jack.”
“But we were gonna do milkshakes.” The disappointment in his tone frustrated me. The last thing I wanted to do was be around him.
“We’ll do ‘em some other time, Jack.” I sighed, shaking my head and grabbing my purse. A few tears finally slipped down my cheeks.
“Did I do something?” I heard Jack stand up, and I immediately reached for the door, opening it.
“No.. no Jack. Goodnight.”
Perhaps it was a harsh way to leave him. We hadn’t spoken for a week. An insufferably long week. I pushed him aside when he asked about hanging out. I told him I wasnt home when he asked to come over. I told him I didn’t have time when he offered to take me out. And each time he texted, I’d cry. I’d remember how he wanted nothing more than a friendship, and my heart would break all over again.
“He can have anybody. I should have known it was just in my head.” Eventually the sadness became overshadowed by anger. Frustration in myself for ever letting my feelings get as far as they had.
“I could have sworn he had a thing for you.” Madison muttered as she leaned against the cafe table we were seated at. The one I took Jack to frequently before I decided to ignore his existence.
“Apparently not.” I snapped softly. “He’s just like that.. that’s just the way Jack is. He’s touchy and sweet- and cuddly, and he probably did the same thing with Ty before he left.” My voice could barely balance itself, overwhelmed with emotion as I felt tears well up in my eyes. What hurt the most was knowing Jack probably wasn’t even phased by the fact that we weren’t talking much, or seeing each other. He probably just assumed everything was fine. This was one of those things I couldn’t see Jack about. I couldn’t cry on his shoulder about a broken heart, because he was the one who broke it. And he didn’t even know.
“Maybe you just need to find another guy. I mean, you’ve never known anybody as deeply as you knew Jack. Maybe a contender might help. And you have shit to look forward to! Like your birthday coming up! Did you make plans?”
“Not really…”
“We should do something!”
“I don’t know.”
“We could go out for drinks and get you laid. I think that’s a flawless plan.”
“What about Jack?”
“Think of it as the beginning of you forgetting about him.”
“I’ll think about it.” I wouldn’t. I knew for a fact the Hughes would want to do something, and as hard as it was to think about Jack, I’d still rather spend my night with a family who cared about me, than a man looking to get lucky.
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“Hey, mom?”
Ellen smiled at the sound of her son’s voice. Filling that silence she grew used to over the years of her boys being gone. She looked up from the magazine in her hands, taking in the usual disheveled appearance of her middle child. She wasn’t oblivious to the change in his behaviors as of recent, but seeing as he wasn’t going to be an open book about it, she never asked more than once.
“What’s up?”
“Can I talk to you, just real quick?”
“Yeah, hun. What’s-“
“It has to be fast. I’m up to play Quinn in ping pong next.” Ellen smiled at her son. He always thought he was slick, finding excuses to make their emotional conversations brief. To act like whatever was on his mind, wasn’t truly that bothersome.
“Pop a squat sweet pea.” Jack quickly plopped down in the deck chair across from Ellen. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, leaning back and getting comfortable. Too comfortable for the supposed “short” conversation they were going to have. “What’s going on?”
“Do you know..” Jack’s hands fell into his lap, fidgeting with them aimlessly. “How to apologize for something.. when you don’t know what you did wrong?”
Ellen’s brow furrowed, and she closed the magazine in her hands.
“Who’s mad at you?”
“Uh.. nobody. I was just- asking.”
“Is it one of your brothers?”
“No.. it’s just- the other night, at the house when I had-“
“Did you upset her? What did you say?”
Ellen knew it was me before he even said my name.
“I didn’t say anything.” Jack brought his hand up to his face, resting his cheek on his fist and propping his elbow up on the arm of the chair. “She asked me if I ever thought of us as more than friends.”
“What’s wrong with that? You like her, don’t you?” Jack shrugged, a deep frown tugging at the corners of his quivering lips. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Ellen cooed, slowly leaning forward.
“I told her no.”
“What?” She set her magazine aside. “Why?”
“Because she’ll end up hating me!” Jack began to wipe at the tears forming in his eyes. Ellen stared him down in disbelief.
“How many years have you guys been friends? She’s put up with you this long.”
“But it’s different.. if we get into a relationship and she decides she hates me, it’ll ruin our friendship.” Jack choked on a breath of air and sighed. “She’s my best friend, mom. What if I ruin it?” Ellen slowly stood up and closed the short distance between herself and her son. She reached out to him, and sighed when Jack fell forward, his forehead pressed into her stomach as his arms wrapped around her legs.
“Sometimes I wish you’d just tell me these things before you work yourself up this much over them.” Ellen whispered as she ran one of her hands through Jack’s hair. “Jack, I don’t think you could possibly ruin anything between you two. I raised you to be a kind and respectful person. You’ve never hurt a girl before, have you?” He shook his head, a quiet sniffle catching the attention of his mother, who moved the hand rubbing his back to carefully guide his head away from her body. She tilted his chin upwards. “And even if something happens and you two decide to stay friends, I doubt she’ll just walk away.”
“She won’t spend time with me now.” Jack whispered, trying to stop himself from breathing as hard as he was, while his mother wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“Because she’s hurt, Jack.”
“‘Cause I hurt her.” Ellen could see the tears forming again.
“You can fix it honey, I promise. It’s not too late to figure it out.”
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“It’s refreshing to get out of the house. Jack’s been such a let down lately.” Quinn griped as he turned down the next street. I didn’t know why I turned Madison down to go out. I dreaded seeing Jack, but spending the day with Quinn helped me ease into the idea of spending an evening around him.
“Thanks for the birthday celebration today.” I spoke with a small smile.
“No problem. I enjoyed it. Especially that cake you dropped.”
“I didn’t drop it!”
“Yes you did! You’re lucky the thing had a lid, or we would have been eating cake off the concrete.”
“Bold of you to assume I was eating concrete cake.”
“You like the gift though, yeah?” Quinn swiftly switched the conversation on me, and I chuckled softly.
“It’s perfect, considering I’ve only been asking for Canucks gear for a year now.” I teased, tugging at the sides of the Canucks beanie I wore on my head.
“I’ll take it back.” Quinn threatened as he pulled into the driveway of the Hughes’ household. My gaze drifted to the house, and my smile slowly faltered.
“Mom’s been cooking all day. She even got our dad to help.” Quinn turned the car off and quickly climbed out. I hesitated, and he must have taken that as a hint, seeing as he opened the door for me when he got around to my side. I had no choice but to slip out of the car and follow him to the front door. I could smell the food the second Quinn pulled the door open. We both inhaled at the same time, an excited look taking over Quinn’s features. His usual dark and brooding demeanor completely gone.
“Mom! I got her!” Quinn called, and I gently shoved his shoulder.
“I’m not a package.” I scolded.
“Trust me, I know. Nobody would pay for you.”
“Hey! Don’t be mean!” Luke piped up as soon as he stepped into the entryway to greet us. “I’d pay for you.” I assumed Luke was trying to be kind, but it hadn’t come out the way he wanted it to, which left us three laughing softly.
“Glad to know. At least I’d have one supporter if my first profession doesn’t work out.” I held my arms out, and Luke was quick to hug me.
“That’s nasty.” Quinn commented, seeing as I put a visual in his head that he certainly didn’t want. “Go talk to Jack about that.” It was a thoughtless quip. One he knew better than to speak after his mother informed him of the situation, but one he hadn’t thought twice about saying because he said similar things all the time. I cringed, and Luke gave me an extra squeeze. I had no clue that either of these boys knew of my situation with Jack. When Luke pulled away, Ellen was standing in the doorway waiting for her turn. We lunged at each other the second we made eye contact, Ellen pulling me into one of the tightest hugs I’d ever received.
“Oh how I missed you!” She laughed softly. “Jim did too, believe it or not.” It was my turn to laugh.
“Where’s he at?” I questioned as we pulled apart.
“In the kitchen with Jack.” My heart sank. I hadn’t been as prepared as I thought I was. “Come on!” Ellen grabbed my hand and led me off down the hall. I drew in a deep breath, soothed by the smell of her cooking, and quickly stressed by the sight of Jack when I stepped into the kitchen with the woman.
“Hey! Birthday girl’s finally here!” Jim shouted, abandoning the pan on the stove to hug me. I laughed at his excitement.
“Jim! I told you to stir that!” Ellen left my side to rush toward the pan. Jim pulled away from me to look back at his wife.
“I just wanted to say hi.”
“I got it, now.” Ellen waved him off, and I found myself giggling at them before my gaze trailed toward Jack, seated at the table with a hopeful smile on his face.
“Hey!” I had to remind myself that he hadn’t really been affected by my confession. That the joy in his tone was from the fact that this was the first time we’d seen each other in a good week and a half. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Jack’s hope was merely a cover for how worried he was that our friendship was already falling apart. He was trying to look excited while mentally he berated himself over missing his chance with me.
“Hey, J.” I prayed for a distraction, and thankfully it presented itself when Luke came rushing into the room to grab my arm.
“You have to pick our movie tonight.”
“It’s my turn!” Quinn shouted from the living room.
Jim scoffed and leaned against the counter.
“Quinn and I will compromise on something. We’ve spent the whole day together, I practically know him like the back of my hand now.” I joked softly. “Go tell your brother to calm down.” Luke nodded and slipped back out of the room. I turned to look back at Jim and Ellen.
“Happy birthday.” Jack’s voice made me cringe. I forced a smile and looked toward him to nod, but my brow furrowed when I noticed the falseness in his smile, fidgeting with his hands.
“Dinner will be ready soon, if you kids wanna go sit in the living room and find that movie.” Ellen suggested.
“Got a time estimate on that?” I watched her head whip back in my direction, smiles painting our lips.
“Ten minutes,” she answered with a chuckle. I nodded and swiftly left to find Quinn and Luke in the living room.
“Quinn, hand over the remote.” I held my hand out, and watched Quinn roll his eyes before placing the tv remote in my hand.
“We’ll pick something together.”
“Oh no! It’s your birthday. Nobody wants what I want.” I chuckled at Quinn’s dramatic acting.
“You hit the nail on the head, Q.” I teased, only to earn a glare from him. We spent the next ten minutes arguing over a movie before Ellen called us into the kitchen again. There was a swift prayer said over the food, and Ellen began preparing plates before guiding everybody into the living room. Usually we ate at the table, but seeing as it was a special occasion, Ellen was lenient.
I plopped down on the couch beside Quinn, Luke quickly invading my space on the other side. I’d admit it felt weird, because Jack always sat beside me, but I tried not to think much of it. Until he came into the room and sat in the arm chair diagonal to the couch. We spared each other cautious glances, and Jack flashed me a hopeful smile. He was off. I couldn’t understand why.
“So,” Ellen spoke when she walked into the living room, sitting on the floor and resting her plate in her lap. “Tell me what you and Quinn did today.”
“She dragged me around until my feet hurt.”
I lightly slapped Quinn’s shoulder, and shot a glare at Luke when he laughed.
“We went to Starbucks first. Then we went to the mall and ran around for a bit. I went ahead and bought a new dress for this fund raiser I have going on next month.”
“I pitched in on that.” Quinn chimed in.
“Yes. He technically got me two things.”
“Yeah, but the beanie didn’t cost much.” He reasoned, and I shrugged.
“Anyways,” I smiled. “We stopped at Walmart after and got a small cake to share-“
“That she dropped.”
“On accident!” Luke started laughing once again, and I shot him another dirty glare. Jim seemed just as amused, and I almost expected Jack to laugh too, but when I looked in his direction, he didn’t seem to be paying much attention, merely picking at his food and occasionally looking up. I may have been heartbroken over the fact that he didn’t like me the way I did him, but I hated to see him so off. I hated that I hadn’t been able to spend my birthday with Jack, like we did every year prior.
“It was still good.” I spoke, slightly distracted by my conflicting thoughts about Jack.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Quinn still decided to play difficult.
“Seems like you two had a great day. Jim went out to do some last minute present shopping while I cooked today.” Ellen’s husband looked up at her with wide eyes.
“Damn mom,” Quinn laughed, “throwin’ dad under the bus.”
“More like ran me over.” Jim chimed in, earning a gentle nudge from Ellen.
“You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”
“We always do, hun.” Ellen reasoned, and she wasn’t wrong. The Hughes family always made me feel loved and special. Anybody would have been lucky to be as close to them as I was.
We conversed and discussed various things while we ate, until plates were set aside and conversation slowed. “Alright. I’ll take plates into the kitchen. You guys get the presents out.” Ellen instructed, and I watched everybody stand up and disperse. Everybody except for Jack. I eyed him for a moment, the way he brought his hand to his mouth to bite one of his nails. That spaced out look in his eyes. We started out good. He smiled at me. He greeted me. I pushed him off again…
“You good?” I finally asked.
“Fine.” Jack answered in a flat tone.
“Jack-“ I immediately stopped when Luke returned with his father. Luke held a small bag, and Jim held two wrapped boxes. When Ellen came back, with Quinn, she had a bag in her own hands. Everybody got situated in their spots again after the presents were set on the coffee table.
“Jack, honey, did you get anything?”
The middle boy looked toward his mother, shaking his head.
“I forgot.”
“That’s such a lie! You got her something like two months ago! You haven’t shut up about it since.” Luke was on the receiving end of a hard glare from Jack before the middle brother got up and stepped out of the room.
“I’ll grab it. You guys go ahead and start.” He spoke.
“Open mine first.” Luke suggested, and I nodded. Opening presents always went by quickly with the Hughes. Luke got me a Polaroid camera and a few packs of extra film. Something I never asked for, but was certainly elated to get. A gift that I was excited to use over the summer. Ellen had informed me that her mother had helped with her gift, which happened to be my very own Grandma Hughes blanket. With three little logos in the bottom, being the teams the boys play for, and my name embroidered in cursive on the other corner. Jim had gotten me a mug and tried to tie it in with his wife’s gift. I assured him the mug would be put to good use, and that I loved it. When it came down to Jack, Ellen called for him. We waited for a while before she let out a sigh.
“I’ll go find him.”
“Let me do it.” I slowly stood up from the couch. Ellen smiled at me and nodded. I didn’t expect my birthday to go by as smoothly as it did, but I knew there was tension between Jack and I. We just needed to talk. When I got up to his bedroom, I gently knocked on the door before pushing the cracked door open. Jack was on his bed, staring down at a little box and twisting a lock of hair between his fingers.
“Jack?” I must have startled him, hearing the gasp he drew in as he looked up at me. He looked teary eyed.
“I’m fine.” He insisted before I asked, his hand falling away from his hair. “I got this for you.” He held out the box, but it was the last thing I was interested in when my best friend looked absolutely heartbroken. I took the box from his hand and set it down on his nightstand.
“What’s going on?” I sat down on the edge of his bed. “Just a bad day?”
“A bad week.” I bit down on my bottom lip. I knew it was my fault. “I missed you.” He looked down at his bed.
“I’m sorry Jack.. I should have made time to spend with you.”
“It’s okay.” He sniffled. “You were upset.. it’s my fault. I ruined it.” I raised a brow.
“What did you ruin, Jack?”
“Our friendship.”
“Jack it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have asked you that question anyway. If anything it’s on me.. and if you don’t feel the same, it’s fine-“
“I like you too.” Jack’s voice came out in a whisper.
“You don’t have to lie now.” I felt the tears spring to my eyes, looking away.
“No I mean it. I do. I was afraid- in the beginning.. I got scared. I didn’t wanna lose you. I’ve liked you for- for forever. But I was afraid it would ruin our friendship.” I tensed when I felt Jack’s hand rest on my thigh. “I wanna be with you so bad.”
I looked back at him, my brow knitted together in disbelief. “Are you sure?” I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“So sure.” Jack looked up at me, and the silence was almost deafening. “I’m sorry I messed this whole thing up.” His eyes trailed back down to the bed, but I was quick to cup his jaw in my hand, bringing his attention back to myself.
“You didn’t mess anything up, Jack.” I insisted. “Just added a few pages to a chapter that could have ended a week ago.” I joked gently.
“I guess so.”
“Oh, stop that.” I gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb. “We’re on the same page now. There’s nothing to worry about.” I shimmied up the length of his bed and leaned back against the headboard. “Come here.” I patted the space next to myself, and Jack quickly moved up to sit beside me. I grabbed the small box from his nightstand and rested it in my lap. He still seemed a bit upset, but I had no doubt he was only beating himself up. He glanced down at the small box in my lap.
“I can return it if you don’t like it.” He spoke softly, but the last thing I wanted to do was return a gift from the boy who just confessed his love for me.
“You know I never return a Jack Hughes birthday gift.” I reminded him as I slowly tore the colorful wrapping paper off. I tried to fight the excitement in my chest when I felt the velvet on the box. It was jewelry.
Jack leaned into my side, one of his hands resting gently against the side of my thigh while I lifted the box and slowly opened it. My heart raced. I gasped. I sat up so quickly that Jack’s teeth chattered when my shoulder hit the underside of his jaw.
“Oh my god!”
“You like it?” Jack asked as he rubbed his face. I turned to look at him.
“It’s beautiful! Jack you have to put it on!” I quickly removed the cushion the necklace sat on. A dainty silver chain with an equally dainty heart charm on it. Something tiny, but elegant in its own manner. I removed the necklace from the cushion and handed it over to him.
“Where’d you find it?” I asked while he worked on undoing the clasp.
“New Jersey. My mom helped me find it for you when she visited last.” He wrapped the necklace around my neck, and I had trouble containing my smile. Once he got the clasp redone, I reached up to run my fingers across the chain.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it when I got it.. ‘cause it looked like something for a couple-“ I turned back in Jack’s direction and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
“God it’s a good thing we like each other then, huh?” Jack’s silence made me slowly pull away.
“Huh?”
“Because it’s a thing for a couple.” I reminded him of his previous words, and it seemed to take Jack a moment to understand before a smile parted his lips.
“We can do that?”
“Absolutely we can.” I allowed my arms to hang lazily over his shoulders.
“Man, I was so nervous.. I thought you’d change your mind or- god I don’t know..”
“Jack.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I have loved you for years now. My mind was made up a long time ago.” His big smile was such a contrast to the frown from before.
“You’re sure?”
“Ask me one more time, Hughes.” I whispered.
“You’re sure?”
I slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“As sure as it gets, lovely.”
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an enemies to lovers nico fic...
a/n: 1. could anyone actually find nico annoying? 2. i promise all my marino lovers theres plenty of marino content coming 3. i will probs make more parts to this if you guys like it and ask for more
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Everyone loved Nico or at least that’s what it felt like. Everyone except for you. You weren’t even sure where this hatred for each other had started but whenever you two were in the same room all you managed to do with each other was bicker. Apparently you were also in a room a little too often with him since you were close friends with the Hughes’ brothers and were often out with them or at games.
Like right now for example. You were watching the game trying to enjoy your night watching your friends play and there was Nico. Even on the ice he managed to set your blood on fire and not in a good way. He clearly knew how irritating he was because he looked up at you, sending you a quick wink as a smirk grew on his lips.
Man was he insufferable. But at least if he was on the ice he couldn’t exactly talk with you. Later on in the night you were somehow roped up into going out with the boys to some random bar where they promised it would be so much fun, you weren’t too sure about that though. “Are you and Nico just going to bicker the whole time though?” Jack asked because of course everyone noticed how you two acted in a room together.
“You know maybe if you guys just make out and get it over with all this tension will go away.” Luke pointed out and your face twisted in disgust. “Jack, can we drop Luke off. He’s talking crazy.” You told him and Jack let out a small laugh. “Right now Luke makes the most sense out of us all.” Maybe all boys were annoying, that’s what you were learning.
It was almost immediate the minute you walked into the room. “Don’t look so excited to see me.” Nico teased and there was that annoying smirk once again. “I would much rather be home than here with you, trust me.” With your own words, Jack bumped your hip, giving you a warning look. “Try being nice.” He pointed out. Jack wanted you to be nice? Fine. You went through the rest of the night being a joy…to everyone except Nico of course.
At some point in the night some guys decided to go back to Jacks apartment, Nico included which was unfortunate for you. It also didn’t seem like he had any urgency to leave the more the night passed and some of the other guys had already fallen asleep on the couch. Meanwhile you were looking for some snacks in the kitchen which wasn’t that hard because you knew Luke had a good stash except of course they were on the highest shelf.
“Need some help?” A voice came from behind you, one that you knew too well simply from how irritated it made you. “From you? No.” You simply said as you considered just climbing onto something but suddenly you felt the closeness of a body behind you as Nico’s arm reached around you to get the chips you wanted. Why the heck did he smell so good??
Nope, no you weren’t thinking about that as you turned around. Nico made no effort to move away from you. “What? Not even a thank you?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him. “What you want me to kiss you as a thank you or something?” At your words his eyebrows raised. “I didn’t say all that but if you’re volunteering.”
“I would never.” You told him but you noticed how dangerously close he still was to you and how good his lips looked from here. “Not even a little curious?” He asked and you hesitated which was all he needed to let his fingers go to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. “No, not even a little.” You whispered to him but before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.
Somehow that small kiss turned into a much bigger make out session before both of you had decided to leave Jacks apartment and go back to his. The rest of the night went as a blur and every bit of irritation you had felt for Nico had slipped away momentarily for the night. But once you woke up in the morning to his body next to yours, the reminder of what had happened last night was right there. “Good morning, sunshine.” He mumbled, with that stupid smirk once again. “Want me to make you breakfast?” He asked as he started to sit up. “I swear if you ever tell Jack and Luke what happened last night..” You trailed off as a shirtless Nico stretched carelessly in front of you. “Yes to breakfast.”
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