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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 16: 20 questions

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Requested by: @bestsuspect005

~~~~~~~~(later that night)~~~~~~~~

“c-come on, you gotta know something?” Bella stuttered out from her bed. I sighed snapped my book closed and turned to her. I was setting at her desk helping her with a project, or I was supposed to. I'm actually doing most of it and being interrogated about the Cullens and now the pack.

“seriously I don't know” I said. “I just now started hanging out with Emmett” l stated. Bella looked at me confused. “What now?”

“I figured you and Emmett were dating” I shrugged sadly. I guess we kinda are but we hadn't put a label on it yet. The world wanted us to be together but we never talked about what we actually wanted.

“there's really no labe on it right now” I mumbled.

After a few debits with Bella she ended up falling asleep before she could finish a conversation with me. I sighed deciding to use the quiet to my advantage. It didn't want to move so I sat at Bella's desk with my blanket wrapped around me and worked on my Labtop as Elvis Presley softly played in my earbuds.

The window slowly opened and turned around as my heart pounded. I raised an eyebrow confused as Edward slipped in. He stopped dead in his traks and we both staired at each other for a bit.

“hi....” he said dragging out the word looking like a dear cought in the headlights.

“hi?” I repeated.

There was complet silence except for Bella's soft snoring. Edward stood there in silence fiddling with his thumbs. I smirked and tilted my head. “so... You come here often?”

He nervously chuckled and looked everywhere except me and Bella's sleeping body. I rolled my eyes with a smile as I closed my labtop.

“kinda creepy bro” I said as I left Bella's bedroom to go get some sleep.

The next morning Emmett came over before school. I cooked Bella and Owen's breakfast as he sat at the dinning room table flipping through a horror magazine I felt on the table a couple days ago. I heard a pair of feet hit the first two steps than obviously fake cough.

Owen came into the kitchen with his hand on his stomach. “sis, I don't feel good” he said planly. He didn't trying to fake groans of pain just stood there emotionless. Emmett looked at him from the table concerned.

“what's up?” I asked feeling his forehead. He shrugged and said. “I just don't feel good... Can I stay home?”

I looked at him with a questioning look. You could see the plea in his eyes. The worry as he stood before me. I cleared his throat and his fluffy hair fell over his eyes and he looked down.

“yeah, you can stay home” I mumbled hugging him. He went of stairs and I shared a concerned look with Emmett.

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“you wanna play 20 questions? I feel like we don't know much about each other expect our supernatural aspects” Emmett asked as he grabed a tree and spung around it.

We were out in the woods a couple of miles away from the school. We decided to ditch the rest of the school day plus a history field trip.

“okay, I'm an open book” I said as he grabed my hand to help me climb up a rock.

“okay...” he chuckled. “Who's your favorite singer or band? Edward Isn't the only one in the family who loves music”

I nodded as I sat down in the grass next to him. “staring off mild, huh?” he shrugged waiting for his awnser.

“Elvis presley... He's my favorite” I responded proudly trying not to go into one of my Elvis rants.

He gave me a big smile that showed his dimples. “I love Elvis... I went to the 68 comeback Special, ya know”

My eyes widened with amazement he told the story of him, Carlisle, and Damon when to see the special and how they had to keep Damon from eating Colonel Tom Parker. And aprently Rosalie dated Elvis for a bit, that was before he met Priscilla of course.

“I've never been more jealous of a group of vampires” Emmett laghed. “okay, next question”

“what's your favorite Elvis song?” he asked. I raised an eyebrow. “as much as I love talking about the King of Rock, your gonna waist question #19 on that?”

“as long as I'm learning about you and talking about you there's not waist” he responded with God's honest truth. His gold eyes held nothing but love and admiration.

“Can't help falling in love and Suspicious minds” I responded. He nodded like he was mentally taking notes.

“favorite movie?” he asked. “I'm guessing your a movie lover with you talking about film school and all”

“I love horror, but my favorite movie is either Once upon a time in Hollywood or The Shining”

Emmett nodded. “I love Quentin Tarantino's movies” I nodded. “me too, he kinda inspired the who movie direct career”

“if could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” Emmett asked.

“Memphis Tennessee” I awnsered. Emmett smirked like already knew why. “I bet you could take a wild guess why” I laughed.

“there's only one reason to go to Memphis Tennessee” Emmett laughed. “Graceland?” I nodded with a smile.

The rest of the questions would seem useless to anyone else but it was important to him. It seemed to matter that he knew my favorite book or what food I like or dislike. He acted like he was holding one to everything like it was valuable information.

“now last question” he said. I perked up waiting for it.

“will you be my Girlfriend?” he smiled softly. I looked at him shocked. I closed the gap between us and placed a loving kiss on his lips. “Yes”

He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek pulling me in for another kiss. I placed my hand on his Broad chest and gently pulled away. “my turn to ask the questions”

“okay” he asked like there was nothing that could phase him.

“what's your favorite book?” I asked.

Emmett shrugged and thought for a bit. “I don't read much but I guess I would go with The Great Gastby”

I smiled. “I love that book”

The questions remained innocent like he did with me. Like him I listened intently and held on to every word. I thought about asking but then again it might have been to personal. I only had one question left and the one I wanted to ask I was still debating on whether or not I should. Emmett could tell I was think and he tilted his head.

“what's up?”

“How long have you been a vampire Emmett?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder. He stayed silent for a second. Thinking I over stepped I quickly raised my head in a panic. “you don't have to awnser... I'm sorry if I over stepped.”

He stopped my rambling with a gentle kiss. “calm down, it's okay” he pulled me back closer to him so my head to go back on his shoulder.

“Since 1935” he replied. I chuckled. “Wow you're old” he let out a laugh and playfully shoved me. I looked down with a more serious face. “H-how did you become one…you don't have to tell me”

“I was born in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. My family was big on hunting and me and my brothers were pretty good at it too.” Emmett sighed then looked at me. “I was stupid growing up, ran with the wrong crowed and got into gambling and drinking…it wasnt my gretest molments” he let out a scarcastic chuclke.

“One day I went on a hunt by myself for the first time… i found a bear and i wasn't quick enough to shoot it”

“The bear molled you, didn't it?” I asked softly and carefully. He looked down and laced his freezing cold fingers with mine. “Yep” he simply said.

“I was losing too much blood and was ready to die..I expected it but then Damon and Rose found me. The only way I can describe it was an Angel and Devil arguing over whether to save or ditch me.” he said as i pitchered the saniro play out in my head.

“At the time damon was really battling the urges to drink human blood that’s why he wanted to leave but in the end he help rose bring me to carlisle and changed me” I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his muscular one.

He lost a lot back then, But that was an understatement. I looked down and cleared my throat thinking of the outcomes if I opened up about my parents death. It probably took a lot for him to tell me about him so it was only far.

“I-I lost my parents about 7 months ago” I started. Emmett looked at me with hurt in his eyes. He gently laced his fingers with mine as I spoke.

“I was at this slumber party thing with my marching band from my old school. Things like drinking and other stuff started happening and I got scared so I called my parents.”

“it was also raining really bad and they both got out in the middle of the night to come and get me. I think part of them were convinced that I was part of all the drinking so we started to argue” I felt the tears prick my eyes as felt the guilt flood me.

“We slid off a bridge and me and Owen were the only survivors” I rest my head on his shoulder a cried softly. “I blame myself and it so hard sometimes”

Emmett placed his ice cold hand on my chin and lifted it up gently. “it's not your fault no one blames you” he said softly. I looked into his gold eyes thank full I had him in my life.

“as long as your with me you'll never get hurt” he said truthfully.

“you promise?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “I promise... And after we graduated I promis to take you to Graceland” he said softly kissing my forehead. I softly chuckled at the last part as he smiled at me.

I made me feel safe. Since mom and dad died I felt his unnerving pain through out my body. I was lost and Emmett saved me. God what's happening to me.

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el-ly-sha-give-no-f · 1 year

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hellooo could you make a picture on Hakim Ziyech that he is wife! reader have an age gap (she is 24 years old) except that it never shocked their family apart from the girl fans of hakim who are jealous so he tries to find n Doesn't matter if she has a pretext to give the reader a bad image of her

"Detest"

Hakim Ziyech x Wife!reader

WORDS : 1689

TW: nothing other than age gap relationship and fluff

Author note: Since many of you have been spaming my inbox for Hakim's fic, here I give you, Istg If you guys didn't read this, I'll hunt you guys one by one, and for anon, thank you for the ideas! I actually didn't read your request till the end so there's gonna be slight difference with your request, sorry ;(

You woke up earlier before Hakim; as usual, it's Saturday today, so that means hakim and you are free. Hakim has no training today, and you don't have any class, so you plan to make a simple breakfast for both of you.

You gently remove his hand from your waist, so you can get up from the bed without waking him up; he told you about how tired he was for this couple of days, so you let him rest for a little bit.

As you succeed in getting up from the bed, you tip-toed till you reach the door room, slowly to avoid making noise. Once you get out of the room, you start making your way to your house kitchen and start making breakfast. Just a simple omelette is enough. Due to Hakim's restricted diet, you can't do a lot with that,

After making the omelette, you go upstairs to your bedroom to check if he is still sleeping or already waking up from his sleep. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping like a baby. He really is tired, and he's not kidding about that. He is not even moving slightly; Hakim sleeps like when you left him earlier, so you go to him to wake him up.

"Hakim, wake up baby" you put your hand on his back as he is sleeping on his stomach, and his head turns sideways. You get close to his ear and start to whisper. "wake up, love; I made us breakfast."

To hakim, your voice is like a melody in his ears.

He started to stir from his sleep. He turns his head to your side and turn to lie on his back, You see him opening his eyes slowly due to the light coming into the room from the window.

"Morning wifey", you heard him, his morning voice always going to be your favourite thing; it's so attractive to you.

"Morning Hubby", you reply. "I make both of us omelette" You let him know. He nods and says thank you to you; Hakim asks you to wait for him because he wants to shower first before breakfast—typical Hakim.

While you wait for him to finish his shower, you sit on the living room couch downstairs and open your Instagram app on your phone.

You scroll through your feed until you find one headline posting enough to make your heart shattered. Picture of you and Hakim that you didn't quite remember when. But it's a picture of you holding his hand, walking around London.

"Hakim Ziyech married a 24 years old girl?" you read the headline title and continue to read the whole paragraph about both of you.

"The Chelsea footballer from Morocco is believed to be married to a girl that far different from his age. We also discovered her name and where she's studying.

Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, and she studies at Royal Holloway College in engineering courses. But that's not the actual point. We're going to talk about the age gap between the two of them, does Hakim's family okay with this? Do you think having an age gap in a relationship is okay? Let us know in the comment," You don't have to wait; the comment buttons on the screen make your hand itchy to tap it.

"Bro, what? You can do better Hakim."

"Hakim, what the heck is this? Can you see that she's not enough for you?"

"CUTE CUTE!! PARENTS!"

"They are both adults; they can think by themself; stop hating on innocent couple just because you guys are jealous!"

"There's nothing wrong with the age gap; at least they're happy and married, not like you; you guys that hate on him are disgusting af!"

"no thought, just weird."

"Hakim can pull every girl he want, but he choose the wrong one."

You don't even realise that your eyes start pooling with tears, but at least some of them are okay with this whole dilemma. You are so occupied reading the comment because it's so addictive to read.

You don't even realise Hakim is already downstairs, just finishing dressing himself up with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. How fast.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder, so you quickly turn off your phone before you turn around. Only to greet by Hakim face portrayed an unpleasant expression.

"Oh, hi you" you try to make everything look fine, but as soon as your tears come out, you know you have messed up.

"Don't. Hi me, why are you crying? What's a wrong sweetheart?" he asks you worriedly.

"Nothing Hakim I'm not crying, I'm yawning" you quickly wiped your tears. This time he proceeded to sit next to you.

"No, I'm not dumb, Y/n, you're crying, don't lie to me, tell me what's wrong?" he asks again, becoming more serious this time.

You just shook your head no; as soon as you wanted to leave the conversation, he grabbed your hand before you could leave the living room.

"Sit down; we talk about this", Hakim instruct. You try to get away from his grip and look at him again, but this time he gives you a stern look. "sit down". You do what he said, and you sit where you sat earlier. But your eyes are looking at the floor.

"Hey, look at me, angel, please" you ignore his call because you don't want him to see you in a state that you're currently trying so hard not to break down in front of him.

Until you feel Hakim hold your chin softly, so he can turn your sight and attention to him. "don't cry, I hate it when I see my wife cry", He tells you. Hakim brings you into hug. You can hear his soft heartbeat on your ears.

"shh, it's okay love, let it all out" you feel his hand rubbing your back smoothly. He waits until you calm down.

Once you stop crying, Hakim suddenly asks.

"can you give me your phone?" you look at him with confusion

"why?"

"just give it, baby, I want to know what makes my wife upset", he said

You no longer want to insist, so you just give him your phone. He takes your phone from your hand, and as you give him, Hakim opens the phone, and your lock screen pops up

A picture of him and you hugging each other while him kissing your crown, and you smile to the camera, you both took the pic when you both visit Dubai for you both Honeymoon

He inserts your password; of course, he knows your password; you're his wife, after all. After he inserts your phone password, the screen displays an Instagram comment section; you see him undo it to see what the posting is about. You saw him read for a while, open the comment section back, and scroll through it.

Unbelieve expression on his face, he turns his head to look at you.

"you know it's all not true, right?" you give him a silent reply and shrug.

"Y/n, please, don't let their words win; please, I'm begging you."

"But what they said is all correct," you said to him while your voice started to crack.

"okay show me, which one on the comment is correct? show me" he gives the phone back to you;

you cover your face with both hands and can't hold back your tears anymore. So you broke down once again.

"come here, Schatje" he opens his arm so you can hug him

"y/n, none of them is true; if only they knew how genuine you are, let's say the words are true; I don't think we will be married and living in the same house right now."

"Yes the age gap may be the problem, but not for us, for them, cause they don't know anything about our love life; it's not a problem for our family and friends. Did you see Ummi mad at me because Im married a beautiful young girl? no right? she even adore you and encourage me to keep you safe, what about your parents, do they mad at you for marrying a guy that older than you? no right?" he feels you nod on his chest so he continue

"There's no problem with us; the media are the ones who bring a problem. Please don't let them ruin our relationship; no please, I don't want that; you also don't want that to happen, right?"

You nod once again.

"Exactly baby, don't stress about it, just know that everything is alright, you're beautiful just the way you are; I don't care what people going to say about me, because I just know that I don't make any mistake in choosing, I fallen in love with a right person, she's a loyal and kind person, her love is unbeatable, her looks, well, her looks are a bonus thing for me, you're beautiful after all."

His words make you want to marry him for a second time.

You look up from his chest to look at him; then he turns his head to look down at you and give you a gentle smile.

"Do you mean all of it?" you ask him

"Of course my love"

"Thank you, Hakim, I'm sorry for being emotional this early in the morning", he wipes your tears with his soft hand.

"my pleasure and you have nothing to be sorry for; it's not your fault", He reassured and kissed you on your forehead.

"I'm hungry", you blurted out of nowhere; he laughed at what you just said and let you go of the hug.

"Okay, let's go; I want to eat my wife's food" He looks at you with a tease.

"It's just omelette Hakim," you tell him.

"But still!" He stands up, pulls you to him, and you both get ready for breakfast and start your day.

Indeed, the feeling unexplainable to become someone's wife, not to mention that your guy is a famous football player that playing with a big team. Very glad that you found Hakim; that's how you know Hakim is going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

Hziyech

Like by Achraf Hakimi, Ben Chilwell, Zakaria Aboukhlal, Jaoa Felix and 970,478 more

Hziyech: I've seen some posting and comments about my wife. I didn't happy with it at all. I just want to say that never in my life that I thought I made a wrong decision. I made a very right decision on marrying her, We don't care about the age gap or have no problem with it as long as we both love each other and our family and friends are pleased about our marriage, so I'm hoping you guys will give us some privacy. Thank you.

-Hakim Ziyech

COMMENT ON THIS POST HAS BEEN LIMITED

Zakaria Aboukhlal: Till Jannah

Ben Chilwell: beautiful marriage

Mason Mount: send my regards to y/n!

Achraf Hakimi: wishing you both the best!

Yourbff: May god ease everything

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redemptionbaby · 1 year

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IT'S NOT A REQUEST! just...... an idea, I mean........

arthur having a really fucking big ass breeding kink and fucking his SO slow and deep, having her ride him gently while he has his hands on her baby bump and he couldn't be harder but guess he was wrong bc he just wrapped his lips around her nipples and oh my god, she's starting to lactate. I mean. it's so soft and sweet. Arthur sucks you dry that night 🥺

THIS IS SO GOOD BRO

Arthur Morgan’s thoughts on Pregnancy

It’s such a guilty pleasure of his to imagine. He’s such a bastard— he knows he has no right to bring a child into this world. To be a father. To raise this kid among his family of criminals…. To have something so innocent and fragile as a pregnant woman, let alone an infant child in this life of constant travel and grazes from enemy bullets. But by god he can’t help it. There must be some fantasy he can escape to.

Sometimes when you check yourself in the mirror, and Arthur comes to hold you from behind and kiss your neck, he puts his hands on your stomach and thinks of what you’d look like swollen with his child. It makes him embarrassingly hard against your backside when he does.

If you do get pregnant, he can’t keep his hands off of you. Constantly at your belly, checking for the slightest bit of growth, for even just a hint of a kick. He’d always been a little fixated on your breasts, but when he finds them growing heavier, he has to stop himself from tearing open every one of your blouses to get his hands and mouth on them directly.

And I know you said he might discover you’re lactating during sex, and I like that, but also….. imagine cabin life. Arthur gets up bright and early. Always makes a big breakfast for the mother to be. When he comes in to check on you, he finds you upright, feeling yourself. You’re in one of his shirts, with clear wet patches where your milk has soaked into the fabric while you overslept. He damn near burns the place down by leaving bacon on the stove, he’s so driven to devour you, to drink from you like your milk is the libation at the altar to a god.

Or, imagine another scene. Ashamed by his wanton desires, he tries not to mention or even hint his want for your breast milk. He’s afraid you’ll think he’s depraved— wanting to drink what’s supposed to feed his child…. That it violates the sacred idea of motherhood. But one day he finds you’re uncomfortable, tossing and turning and nearly moaning from discomfort in bed. And you tell him about how much pressure there is, that your breasts are so full that they ache….. and what kind of gentleman could leave his lady like that?

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #writing #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #nsft #pregnancy #lactating kink

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Could I request Saburo and Jiro's reactions to Ichiro announcing his engagement to his girlfriend?

Saburo and Jiro view her as a big sister.

Saburo and Jiro's reactions to Ichiro announcing his engagement to his girlfriend

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

Despite Ichiro always trying to be strict with his youngest brothers, he hears their perspectives in all things and values their opinions very much. So when he started dating you, it was such a relief that both Jiro and Saburo surprisingly quickly adapted to your presence in their lives and didn't try to ruin your relationship with their big bro, as he doesn't want to choose between you and them.

After some time as he carefully watches how you treat his brothers and the opposite, Ichiro finally makes a decision. His feelings for you are almost at their peak now, and he was sure your soul was burning with passion no less than his own.. So today, he got ready to announce his engagement with you to his brothers..

-"Ni-san, are you for real?! There's no way..!"

-He doesn't want to sound annoyed or angry, Jiro just can't believe it! His big bro is old enough to marry someone now, and he has no idea how to react..

-Like, of course he's happy that his brother's bride is not someone but you, who's Jiro seems almost like a sister. Now he's sure Ichiro is in good hands..!

-Yet he can't help but feel a little worried. You wouldn't move away with him now, are you? Jiro would prefer to live all together, as a big family.. You already stay overnight a few times here and he's too ashamed to admit it but he actually was very happy to eat your cooking for breakfast or being met with your soft smile when he got back from school.

-He's a pretty sensitive boy who values his older brother very much, so please don't laugh at him for being a little bit clingy to Ichiro after this announcement.

-"Ni-san, even if you will be married soon, you wouldn't have children, are you..? Y-you know, you still have me and Saburo.."

-Jiro is just so afraid that a new, closer life with you will make Ichiro forget about him as he would be too busy raising his own kids. So there's no way he would let his big bro move out of this house in the next few years!

-"Huh? Well, what does it matter to me? I don't mind.."

-Well, it's actually a big matter for him, yet Saburo doesn't want to show it. With his arrogant attitude it was already hard to realize he's actually really like your presence here, and now this..!

-Don't get me wrong, he's actually happy. Saburo wouldn't respect someone who's not deserve it and sometimes it's very noticeable, even if he's trying to hide it, so he does see you as a good match to his brother.

-Also, thoughts about seeing your kind smile as you praise him for good grades on a daily basis sound so great.. Sometimes he feels like he loves to brag in front of you about his new achievements even more than in front of his big bro. (and you're not scolding him that harsh for how much time he spends hacking something..)

-"Ichi-ni, just don't forget about us too..! You're not building a new family, you're expanding our, okay..?!"

-One of rarest occasions where Saburo agrees with Jiro about keeping you both under their attentive gaze, as he also gets quite jealous of you spending more time with their big bro now. Yes, he sees you like a big sis, yet don't get cocky about it, okay?!

"It's seems like they both still not really ready to let you go.." - you giggle, playing with your lover's hair as you two sit together in his room.

"Ahh, don't think about it too much. It's just their way to get over it.." - A small sigh escapes Ichiro's lips as he embraces you, throwing you on his bed. - "You know, it's actually a pretty soft reaction.. Most of the time they don't even let anyone talk with me properly.."

"It's pretty cute you have such defenders.." - another laugh bursts out of your chest, and then you kiss him on the forehead.

"You said it's because you didn't see them that often. Now when they become quite attached to you too, expect that they both would cling to you the same way they annoy me.." - Ichiro mumble yet you can see the corners of his lips lifted up, as he enjoys the warmth of your lips.

"Ahh, decided to scare me away after I already got engaged with you? Don't worry, I love to spend my time over them.."

Ichiro smirks, kissing you back in the nose too, before looking right into your eyes with a soft loving gaze.

"Well, maybe that's the reason they liked you that much now.." - his lips finally meet yours in a quick soft kiss. - "And the reason why I fell for you so bad.. Cause you're always so attentive and kind, s/o, to everyone around you.."

"Ah, no, Ichiro, stop it.." - you can't help but blush, giggling shyly from his words before luring him into another kiss.

"I'm serious, s/o… my bride, my wife, my love.. I love you.."

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chimerathewriter · 11 months

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Goody two shoes

Chapter 2 Tears and fruit tea

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Summary: Gloria wakes up with shocking news on her part and then she have to go with her parents and older brother great

TW: finally real tw body shaming, nigerian parents, low self esteem, misoginy towards heroines, dick of a borther,

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Gloria woke up with knocking on her door, she already knew who it was, she opened the door

" Eniola is 8 am, what do you want?" she asked obviously still sleepy, the other girls was blasting the tablet screen on her face

" What?"

" Read it"

" The worst hero ever, does Spider Thorn know she have to catch the thief not letting them go, I can't believe on what I'm about to say but it seems that we have to rely on spiderman not a spiderwoman" she quoted and there was tape of her and Hobie

" That asshole of J. Jonah Jameson" Eniola was fuming

" Eny calm down is not that bad" she yawned and sat down on the bed, her bestfriend followed her

" Yeah but the comment....."

" Let them be at the end of the day I'm still doing my job"

" Alright, anyway Miles and the group are going to look around are you coming" the girls sighed

" Nah Ikenna is back I'm going to lunch with the family, so after" she explained

" Are you going to be okay?" her friend gave her a worried look

" Yes don't worry" she smiled soon after Eniola left

After some times Gloria was finally ready to see her family, she didn't know why she was that nervous, well she knew her older brother was consider the perfect son, from education to job. He was the CEO of a big tech company in London. Even if they were sibling it never felt like they were, he was way older than her. Many people mistaken them for son and daughter.

The closer she got to her destination, the more her spidey senses tingled, since she got bit everytime her brother was near him her sense pricked

" There she is" she could hear her mother voice, she put on a smile and walked over, she hugged her brother

" Oh my god Gloria you've grown so much" he smiled

" Hi bro, is been a while" she sat down

" Now that everybody is here we can start ordering" her father said

" So how is NYU going?"

" Is going well, I'm almost done with coding project, how is London?" she explained

" A little bit gloomy, it reminds me of here"

" I have a friend from there his name is Hobie and....

" He? I hope you are not doing anything stupid" her mother warned, she rolled her eyes

" Gloria don't roll your eyes at your mother" her father pointed a finger at her

" Sorry mom, but you are exaggerating I said that he's a friend and I'm almost 20...and...." she stop and sighed

" Sorry mom but you don't need to worry, he's just a friend and he's not even my type" the waiter finally came with food, she hoped that with food the tension would have loosen up, but she was wrong.

" Is it not too much?" her father pointed at her food, she closed her eyes she knew exactly what was about to come

" I skipped breakfast to come here and....

" Your father is right, and too much food will make you sleepy and if you are sleepy you will study less" she exhaled deeply, she started to eat

" Mom I appreaciate that you are worried about my health but the food portion is fine" she

" I'm worried because if you gain weight....

" Mom please stop this a celebration for my coming back, I wiil be so sad if Gloria starves" Ikenna added, stopping their mother ranting, the lunch went completly in silence, with only some questions and answers.

" Oh I forgot what about that girl you were seeing what's her name... Amara...no Amaka yes Amaka"

" We are still together and going strong" he said all bashful, making all the family smile

" So when are you going to her father's house?" their father asked, the man smiled

" Very soon" they all clapped their hands

" Congratulation bro" she patted on his back

" Oh we are going to have grandchildren soon" their mother sang excitedly

" Mom I haven't proposed yet, I don't know if she will say yes"

" She will you are a good man" they continued to eat the atmosphere was , she looked at her phone and giggled

" Who is it?" her mother asked

" Uhm Eniola, her and Miles are near with some our old classmates from V.I.S.I.O.N" her smile deminshed

" So you are leaving soon?" she nodded in response

" Alright but first get changed" she looked at her mother confused

" Uhm what's wrong with what I'm wearing"

" Wait you are going to meet your firends like that mba agaghị ekwe omume, you stomach is showing is not looking good, like if you were some pounds lighter...." she stood up and all eyes were on her, her heart was beating fast, like somebody was about to rip it out

" Mom I'm going to go like this, and I thought you said I was beautiful"

" Yes you are, but I'm worried about you"

" Then please be less worried, you are always up my ass"

" Gloria..."

" Dad please as much I respect you I'm not in the mood for your shouting" she massaged her temples

I probably look like Miguel now

" Mom I know you love me but please let me be , I'm not a kid, I have my own job, and all my successes should make you think wow I have a responsible daughter"

" Alright sorry I didn't mean to make you feel a certain way"

" Thank you, I need to go, see you"

" Are you not coming home?" Ikenna asked

" No I will explain you later" she tip the waiter and left, not know that her friend saw what happened, she started to leave

Why do mom and dad do this everyday, first they compliment me and then demoralize me the worst way possible. Or are they saying the thruth do I really look that hideous?

Suddenly she felt a hand gripping her arm, she turned around and it was Hobie, he had a terrified look that turned into an angry one.

" Have you lost your mind? You could have been hit by a car" he shouted at her, she finally understood the situation.

" I'm sorry I... I don't know what got into me" her lips where shaking the the boy noticed her eyes becoming glossy

" Is fine are you alright?"

" Uhm yes I just need a cold drink" she dried the thin layer of sweat on her forhead, they walked towards a cafe the punk artist eyes never stop following

" Oh is that is not our girl Gloria" the cafe honour shouted making the girl smile

" Hi Aileen can I have alarge mango fruit tea with apple poppoing ball" they seated down

" So what about your new fine boyfriend" Aileen asked them

" No... no he's a good friend Hobie" the girls answered nervously

" What does your friend Hobie wants then?"

" What she order" he answered bluntly, he was not even answering he was still staring the girl who was seated in front of him

" What?"

" You literally got almost hit by car

" I got distracted okay" she tried to avoid his piercing black eyes, he gave up on having an answer they remained in silent, with the sound of people and children chatting

" Here you go your two mango fruit tea"

" Thank you how much..."

" Is on the house especially after you helped my kids passing their exams"

" Alright" the lady left them to the enjoy the drink

" So you helped her kids to pass their exams'" she nodded at the question

" Yes, many of their classmates were paying alot of money for tutors they even have one for every subject but they couldn't afford it so I offered myself, I had to convinve my parents though"

" Why? You are helping people who are in need"

" Right? But it seem that they don't get it, they thought it would have distracted me from my studies, they said if they couldn't afford it they should have never gone to VISIONS"

" Oh they are some capitalistic cunts" he commented leaving the girl speachless for later on bursting in laughter

" Yes they are"

" But trust me they were not like that before"

"Really?" he looked at her skeptical

" Yes, when they came here they lived in a bedroom apartment in Queens, after some years they had me we were still living in poverty they were kind, lovable and they were my parent"

" Then the money came and they literally froze the same people who told me that they would have supporting they.........." she felt tears going down her

" Sorry I don't know why I'm saying all of this" she laughed trying to dry her tears

" I'm so stupid"

" No you're not, some parents fucking suck and you should be feeling soffocated by those twats" he dried her tears, she didn't expect his hands to be this soft and warm, she felt her face heating

" Thank you" she whispered, he smiled making her more bashful

" We should go and meet the other" he cleared his throat

" Yes we should" they stood up

" Did you liked it?" she pointed at the drink

" Yes it was sweet" he smiled looking at her

" Good"

AN: Sorry this is another long chaoter epsecially for the mobile reader, I'm writing this on my lapton and I noticed that is too long on the mobile app.

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hi, just saw requests are open! can you write a oneshot where 2012!raph comes down with a stomach bug and his brothers and splinter help him through it?

I'm gonna me honest when I first got this request I was at such a loss for what to write, but then the idea to have Raph and Splinter have a heart to heart came to mind and I just 🫢

TMNT 2012

Fluff! Comfort

Platonic family stuff (none of that nasty fam shipping)

Warnings: mentions of vomit and throwing up, slight angst

Raph comes down with a stomach bug and his family does everything they can to help him.

It was Mikey's fault.

How? I don't know.

But after waking up in the middle of the night to hurl his guts out in the toilet, Raph figured that one way or another, it was Mikey's fault.

That morning he wasn't feeling any better but he'd rather go to morning training with a broken leg then miss something important. How else was he supposed to stay better than Leo?

And that mindset, is what leads us to the current moment. Leo standing in front of Raph, ready to fight, while he pukes onto the floor. Splinter immediately stopped the lesson to check on him, while Donnie froze, Mikey gagged, and Leo asked Raph if he was okay.

"My son! Raphael, what happened?" Splinter asked. Raph however could not answer. Even though he was no longer vomiting he couldn't stop gagging. Eventually, he was able to stop but it took a second.

"I-I'm fine sensei. I can continue."

"No."

"Sensei, I swear I'm okay!"

"You may be okay, but the mats are not. Go rest. Donatello, Michelangelo, go get cleaning supplies to help me with this mess. Leonardo, make sure Raphael gets to bed."

"Aw sensei, do we really have to clean that up?" Complained Donnie.

"Yeah that straight up nasty dude." Mikey agreed.

"Would you rather take your brother to sleep?"

The pair looked over to Leo and Raph as they fought. Raph getting violent trying to keep Leo off him even to the point of using his sais. While Leo was trying to push him out of the dojo and convince him that a little rest wouldn't kill him. At that moment a chill ran up Raph's spine and he chucked up a little bit more of his breakfast onto Leo's foot.

"I'll go get the disinfectant." Donnie stated and Mikey followed after him.

After everyone finished with their respective chores Donnie talked to Raph to get a synopsis on his symptoms. Though he couldn't call them symptoms because that would imply Raph was sick.

And Raph never gets sick. (🙄)

Afterward Donnie shuffled to his lab while doing some research on his computer to start on some medicine for Raph.

Splinter was in the kitchen making Raph some rice porridge. It was light on the stomach with a mild taste so Splinter hoped he would be able to keep it down.

Mean while Leo was trying to keep Mikey out of Raph's room so he could sleep. Mikey insisted the best way to get better was for a bro to read you comics till the awesomeness of the characters scared the sickness away.

"No."

"Awwwwwww come onnnn Leo! It's what he needs dude!"

"What he needs is sleep, if you really want to help go help Splinter make him food or Donnie with the medicine."

Was it a good idea? Maybe not, but at least it would stall Mikey for a little bit.

"I can't sleep if you all are YELLING OUTSIDE MY ROOM!" Raph shouted. And with that Leo was dragging Mikey away from Raph's door in the direction of the Living room. At that moment Splinter was walking towards them with a bowl in hand.

"My sons, how is he feeling?"

"He being moody, so that's good at least." Answered Mikey. This earned him a light smack on the head from Leo.

"I got him to bed but I don't think he's asleep yet." Leo finally spoke, giving an actual answer.

"I see." Was all Splinter said before continuing in the direction of his sick son. Upon entering his room he found Raph not resting but rather sitting on the side of his bed, lights on, fiddling with his sais. Raph looked towards the door with an unhappy expression as Splinter entered.

"You should be resting."

"I told you I'm fine."

"Someone who is 'Fine' would not vomit for no reason." as Splinter said this, he sat the porridge on his desk table while he took a seat on the rolly chair across from Raph.

"It was probably Mikey's breakfast or something." Raph stated a tad agitated.

"Oh? None of you brothers seemed to suffer from the same issue. Did Michelangelo not make them the same breakfast?"

"I DON'T KNOW MAYBE HE USED ROTTEN CRAP IN MINE!"

"Why would your brother do that?"

Raph didn't respond to this. He looked away mearly shrugged. Deep down he knew it was ridiculous, to blame Mikey, but this whole situation just felt so dumb. He hated being treated like he was weak. He hated all this attention. Did he want Splinter's attention? DUH! But not like this. He wanted the attention he gave to Leo. To be treated like he was understood. Like he was enough. Like his flaws didn't matter in the face of all his strengths. But no. No matter how hard he worked the only time Splinter treated him like he mattered is when he's a problem. Is when is need to be fixed.

"Raphael, why are you so reluctant to admit you are sick?"

"..."

"My son, everyone gets sick. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Easy for you to say." Raph said, not meaning to speak that out loud.

"And why would you say that?"

"Uuuuuuh..."

"Raphael, I cannot understand how you are feeling if you never tell me."

Raph scoffed, "I have told you. I've told you over and over. But it's always the same. Control you anger Raph, it's self destructive, it hurts you and everyone around you. GREAT! Who new that the best way to CONTROL YOUR ANGER WAS TO JUST CONTROL IT! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT! But ohhhhhhhh because I don't know how to control my self like Mr. Perfect fearless leader Leo I'm just a mess. I'M 'TEMPERAMENTAL' AND 'MOODY' AND 'IMMATURE'. SORRY?! YOU ALWAYS TELL ME TO CONTROL MY ANGER, BUT HOW!?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IN YOU IS JUST BUBBLING BELOW THE SURFACE?! ITS LIKE WRAPPING A WATER BALLOON IN TISSUE PAPER! DOES THE TISSUE PAPER COVER IT? YEAH! BUT ALL IT TAKES IS ONE NEEDLE AND IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY LAYERS OF PAPER YOU HAVE IT WONT MATTER CUZ THE BALLOON WILL STILL BURST AND EVERYONE WILL GET WET AND IT'LL BE ALL YOUR FAULT EVEN THOUGH YOU TRIED TO COVER THE BALLOON BUT ALL YOU WERE GIVEN WAS FRICKIN TISSUE PAPER! AND IT'S NOT LIKE YOU MEANT TO POP THE BALLOON BUT SOMEONE SHOVED A NEEDLE ON YOUR HAND AND KEPT YELLING AT YOU TO POP IT EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T WANT TO BUT THEY KEEP YELLING AT YOU TILL YOU JUST DO IT JIST SO THEY'LL SHUT IT BUT NOW EVERYONE HATES YOU AND YOU HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN OVER AND OVER BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON EVERYONE HATES WATER!

Raph huffed to catch his breath but he wasn't done.

"I know I'm not your favorite. but being sick just makes it more apparent that the only time I am a priority is when I do something wrong."

"My son..." Splinter was at a loss. He hasn't realized just how much weight Raph was carrying hand how his treatment of his brothers in comparison him had effected him.

"I am sorry."

"W-what?"

"I have always done what I believe would be best in order to raise you and your brothers. However I had not realized how greatly you were struggling and how my response to your struggle had effected you emotionally. You are not a burden Raphael. You are my son, my family, and I love you. I am sorry that I made you feel less important that you brothers and I'm sorry if my actions made it seem as though I favor Leonardo over you. I have always been proud of your skill and impressed by the speed of your progression. That is why I pushed you so hard in regards to your anger, as I could see how it was holding you back from tapping the true potential I see in you. From now on a will make a better effort to understand your needs so we can work on your struggles together."

Raph was speechless. He genuinely believed that Splinter didn't care about him as much as he did Leo or the others. He had waited for so long for someone or something to prove him wrong, and he was so happy it finally happened. As Splinter embraced his son Raph began to cry. He cried hard and afterwards he felt refreshed. He felt lighter now that his mind was clear and he had finally said all that he's always wanted to.

"I think I'm ready to rest now sensei."

"Good. Sleep well my son."

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I'm not gonna lie, getting an idea for this one was hard and I avoided it for so long😭 but once I got it rolling I'm actually kinda happy with how it turned out.😍

#raph #raph tmnt #2012 raph #tmnt 2012 #2012 Raph deserved better #master splinter #2012 master splinter #2012 donnie #2012 leo #2012 mikey #oneshot #Comfort #father son bonding

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aamalaaa · 1 year

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sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

all that jazz

pairing: yoongi x reader

series: sunrises & liquor

rating: m(18+); cursing, alcohol consumption, smut, explicit content

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, angst, fluff, smut

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), smut, dom!yoongi, sub/brat!reader, dirty talk, oral sex(m.receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks), car sex, rough sex, angst, reader has issues bro

a/n: welcome folks, to yet another chapter of s&l! it’s been more than lovely having you around, sharing your thoughts and screaming with me. I appreciate you!! anyhow, this is the longest one yet, my bad, and we’re getting into the final arc of this story, I reckon. I hope you thoroughly enjoy this one<3

//: btw, I listened to ‘Lost’ and ‘Thinkin bout you’ by Frank Ocean, and also ‘Meet me in the Hallway’ by Harry Styles while writing this one, I recommend it.

chapter word count: 8.5k (my bad)

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Today was a long day.

It started well enough, you woke up and ate breakfast with two of your best friends, exchanged a few texts with Yoongi and tried to help Jimin with his Hoseok problem. You even managed to convince him to meet up with the latter.

Turns out it ended up unraveling in the worst possible way and you were left to pick up the pieces of your dear friend’s heart all throughout the afternoon, trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at you in favor of focusing on your friend who really needed you.

Because this isn’t about you and how you feel bad about what happened and the role you played in this whole situation. This is about Jimin and how he just got basically rejected by his longtime crush and friend.

So you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to understand what in the actual fuck happened today and how to help, what to do to make both your friends feel a little less miserable.

And Hoseok may have rejected Jimin, but you know him and you’re sure this whole thing is eating at him, will probably keep him up at night. Hoseok never wants to hurt anyone, on the contrary, he always tries to help people feel a little more hopeful, a little less out of control.

You facepalm yourself and sigh loudly. How the fuck do you always end up all up in everybody’s business, your life is enough of a mess as it is.

Your phone vibrates and you unlock it, smiling like a whole ass fool as soon as you notice Yoongi’s contact name pop up on your screen.

Love [6:37]: badly, spent the whole afternoon consoling Jiminie

Love [6:38]: I’m so tired

You drop your phone on the bed and head towards the bathroom to take a much needed shower. You stand under the stream of hot water for, well, way too long, before you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your naked form, blow drying your hair as soon as you do.

You leisurely make your way towards your dresser and slip on a simple black t-shirt. Then, you unlock your cell phone again and try to force down the surge of energy you get when you notice two new messages from Yoongi.

Music Man [6:41]: shit. poor Chim.

Music Man [6:41]: are you ok?

You sigh contentedly as you type in a response and send it.

Love [7:29]: yeah I am, just need to unwind and go to sleep early.

You start scrolling through netflix, almost settling on a title before you feel your phone vibrate on your stomach.

Music Man [7:36]: wanna come over?

You grin and start typing.

Love [7:37]: mmmhm, idk. that’s at least a 15 minutes drive.

The reply is almost instantaneous.

Music Man [7:37]: I made budae jjigae..

Love [7:38]: say no more

Love [7:38]: leaving in 10

You start getting ready, pulling on some jeans and a coat, then you brush your teeth and grab your purse.

You look at your phone before dropping it in your bag.

Music Man [7:40]: bring overnight stuff [:

“Did you get my last text?”

You push past Yoongi and head inside the apartment.

“I did,” You reply in a monotonous tone.

He closes the front door. “Where’s your overnight stuff?”

You grin and lift your purse up,

“Here.”

“You’re sleeping in… jeans?”

You slip your coat off and hang it, wagging your eyebrows playfully. “Or maybe I’m sleeping naked?”

“Are you trying to be the end of me?” Yoongi groans.

You chuckle lightheartedly,

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before, please.”

“Definitely not, but they weren’t you. I don’t think you realize the power you have over me, love.” He draws closer and engulfs you in a tight embrace, laying a gentle press of his lips on top of your head.

You blush profusely, thankful for the fact that your face is hidden from Yoongi’s scrutinizing gaze. This might be the most romantic and simultaneously arousing thing you’ve ever heard.

Shit.

“Then you’ll lend me sleeping clothes will you?” You nip at his exposed collarbones.

Yoongi shudders quietly. “So this was your plan the whole time? Make a man weak so you can steal his clothes and why not, his cat too maybe?”

You laugh against the crook of his neck. “Damn, you caught me.”

“That’s cold, angel.”

You lift your head up and your eyes meet an absolutely devastating pout.

“Poor baby,” You coo before cupping his soft cheeks, pressing your lips on his for a few seconds and sighing in absolute bliss, the blond man’s arms tightening around you as you get lost in each other’s taste. You break it off first, parting an inch or two from him and staying there for a short moment, the both of you breathing in each other’s air, eyes closed.

“I just think your clothes smell nice,” You whisper tenderly.

Yoongi hums. “What do they smell like?”

You dip your head down and press your forehead on his shoulder, a light pinkish tint taking over your cheeks, and mumble, “You.”

“So you think I smell nice?”

You slap his hip and groan in embarrassment. “I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” He chortles, a calloused hand making its way through your freshly washed hair.

You stay unmoving for a few moments, trying to will the heat in your cheeks away and then raise your head, first noticing Cat, laying on the couch and judging the both of you with it’s golden orbs, before catching the spicy scent of budae jjigae for the first time since you came in.

“You actually cooked, like for real.”

Yoongi lets go of his hold on you and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah.”

You approach the stove top, taking in a deep breath through your nose.

“I thought you were finessing me so I would come over.”

“That’s rich coming from you, clothes stealer.” Yoongi says, a playful indignant tone to his voice.

“Hey! I borrow them, I don’t steal them.”

“Tell that to the hoodie I haven’t seen in the last two months.”

You cross your arms and pout, leaning on the counter. “You gave that to me, meanie.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

“That’s not fair,” You squint your eyes at him.

Yoongi chuckles and kisses your temple, taking two bowls from the cupboard and filling them with two portions of the still-warm meal before putting them down on the counter along with utensils and two water bottles.

“Eat up before it gets cold.”

You whine but still sit down at the counter, slurping and munching hungrily at the delicious comforting meal. Yoongi watches you with an amused expression, eating quietly and slowly. Once you’ve annihilated your portion you put your utensils down and quirk a brow at the blond man,

“What?” you take a sip of water.

Yoongi shrugs, a crooked smile on his lips. “Nothing, you’re just cute.”

You choke on the liquid, coughing loudly and bring a hand up to your chest, violently slapping it to help clear your obstructed airways. Yoongi laughs and runs a hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“You’re mean,” You croak out once your fit of coughs settles down.

“I’m sorry,” He massages the nape of your neck, dissipating any feeling of annoyance you might’ve had.

You pout. “Better make it up to me then.”

“Anything you want, love.”

"Anything?" You lift a brow and send him a seductive smile, slowly getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat as he lets out a low, rumbly, “Anything.”

You twirl a blond strand of hair between your deft fingers, a wicked grin lifting the corners of your mouth. “Then I want a massage and cuddles.”

Yoongi huffs incredulously and shakes his head, lightly swatting at your ass. “It would be my pleasure.”

He lends you a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and you quickly brush your teeth before going to the living room and petting the furry animal, cooing and squealing when it starts purring in content.You then make your way back to Yoongi's room and swiftly slide under the bed’s covers.

Yoongi enters the bathroom and comes out a few minutes later to find you almost passed out, snuggled in his sheets. He slides under the covers next to you and whispers,

“Do you want to go to sleep now, love?”

You shake your head and blink slowly, meeting deep chocolate-like eyes. Even in complete darkness Yoongi looks absolutely stunning, breathtaking, and you feel so fucking fond and grateful to be sharing a bed with him.

“Nuh-uh, you still have to give me a massage.”

“Alright, on your stomach then,” Yoongi chuckles and tucks a strand of hair beneath your ear.

You leisurely comply, and give him an expectant look.

“It would be better if I took off your shirt, but it’s all up to you.”

You nod and send him a small smile, giving him permission.

And so Yoongi sits up straight and starts tugging your shirt off, you help him by lifting your torso and arms up.

Once the garment is off, Yoongi slides his palms up your back with increasing pressure, spurring a satisfied moan out of you.

“Is that enough pressure?” He whispers in a dark, gruff tone, sending shivers up your spine

You barely manage to whisper the next words,

“It’s perfect.”

He continues his ministrations, lingering for a long moment on your shoulders and collarbones, then trailing down to the dip of your back and slowly pressing his thumbs there while you can only let out small mewls of appreciation.

You slowly slip in and out of consciousness, not even noticing that Yoongi has stopped massaging you until he whispers against your ear,

“Time to sleep, angel.”

You groan and begrudgingly sit up, tugging the white t-shirt on before slumping down on your side, facing the opposite way from Yoongi. The latter inches closer and wraps a lazy arm around your waist, pressing himself flush against your back.

“Sweet dreams,” He presses a delicate kiss on your shoulder.

You wiggle in his embrace before slurring out a small,

“Sweet dreams Yoongi.”

You tug nervously at the off-the-shoulder neckline of the emerald green, floor length dress you put on merely a few minutes ago.

It’s 7:04, which means Yoongi is late, and Yoongi is almost never late. Which might mean something happened, but it could also just be your anxiety riddled mind making up scenarios to taunt you.

Nevertheless you can’t tame down the bubbling anxiety rising in your chest.

You’re checking your phone for the upteenth when you hear a slightly reluctant knock at your front door.

You swing it open in a matter of seconds, letting out a shaky breath of relief as soon as you see Yoongi’s soft features.

Your relief is short lived though, because his appearance knocks the air straight out of you.

You grip the doorknob forcefully as you take in the fitted black suit Yoongi is sporting, the white dress shirt and black bow, but most importantly his luscious locks of hair. Because they’re not the light, bleached blond you’ve been drawn to since you’ve met him. No, oh no.

His hair is black.

Jet black, as dark as a raven’s feathers.

And if you thought blond was the best color for Yoongi before, you were not prepared for this one. Because holy shit, he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever been blessed to lay your eyes upon.

The night’s announcing itself to be a long one.

“You look amazing,” Yoongi declares as he tucks his hands in the pockets of his trousers, an awestruck look in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” Is all you manage to say, completely unaware of the compliment he just bestowed upon you.

Yoongi nervously cards a hand through his black hair. “Yeah..”

“Yoongi. Fucking hell. Don’t do that.” Your grip on the door handle strengthens and you take a deep breath, looking anywhere but in his direction.

“Do what?” He scratches his head in confusion, oblivious to your internal struggle.

“Your hair, oh my god.” You snap your gaze up, just now noticing how awkward the man looks standing in the doorway. “Umm, sorry, come in.”

You step out of the way and Yoongi slides in through the threshold, closing the door as you make your way to the closet and take out your winter coat.

“Yeah I was so done with bleaching it, so I just went back to my natural color.”

You hum understandingly and the man leans on the wall, watching you curiously as your shaky hands fumble with the buttons of your black, fake fur coat.

“Do you like it?” He questions, an amused glint to his tone.

You gulp loudly. “Y-yeah I do.”

You curse under your breath as you struggle to button your coat, your mind reeling with thousands of filthy images you try to rid yourself of. Crazy how a simple change of hair color can have such an impact on you.

But you’re only human, and Yoongi clearly is something else, no way a human being is allowed to look like this, like sin incarnated but also a god sent creature. It’s not fucking fair.

Strong, capable hands deftly take a hold of yours and snap the coat’s buttons in place.

“You like it that much?” He chuckles teasingly.

You send a glare his way, only now noticing how close he’s standing. “How fucking dare you look this good in my house, in front of my fake plants nonetheless!”

Yoongi lifts a brow in amusement before taking a hold of your waist and drawing you flush against his broad chest. “What are you gonna do about it?”

You gasp and slap his shoulder. “I can’t with you, I swear to god.”

Yoongi laughs loudly, showing off a heart shattering gummy smile that has your heartbeat picking up at an alarming rate.

“Are you actually mad?” He runs a hand up and down your back. You curse yourself for putting on your winter garment, wanting more than anything to feel his fingers on you.

“Yes, I am! How am I supposed to watch the musical when you look like this?” You pout angrily.

“So dramatic..”

And just like that he stops you from responding by locking his lips onto yours, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss before biting lightly at your bottom lip, tearing a soft whimper out of you.

He slowly backs you up against the wall, using the surprised gasp you emit to slide his tongue against your own, licking languidly and relentlessly as you try to take charge, failing time and time again.

You slide your hand all the way up to the back of his head, tugging lightly at the soft locks of hair, something you’ve been desperate to do since he appeared at your doorstep.

Yoongi emits a deep groan, shivers instantly pricking at your skin despite the warm clothing you’re wearing and you slide your other hand up to the button of his jacket, wanting nothing more than to take it off and feel his warm skin sizzling under your palms.

But he parts from your lips just as your hand reaches the obstructing button and chuckles hoarsely,

“We can’t miss this show, love. Tae would be sad and you’d feel bad.”

“Damn, I hate that you’re right.”

Yoongi rests his forehead against yours and lightly shakes his head. “Believe me, I hate that I am too.”

You stay there, catching your breaths for a few moments before you speak up again,

“Alright let’s go now, otherwise we won’t be leaving tonight.”

You see his jaw twitch as he steps away and takes your hand in his.

“I’m in pain,” He solemnly declares.

You chuckle heartily,

“So dramatic.”

You arrive at the theater a mere thirty-something minutes before the musical Taehyung stars in begins, the billboard announcing ‘Chicago’ in bright capital letters.

You notice Seokjin and Hoseok almost as soon as you make your way in after dropping off your things at coat check.

They’re leaning against a high circular table and chatting, flutes of champagne in hand.

Seokjin speaks first,

“We were starting to wonder if you guys decided to bail on us to go have sex at Yoongi’s place or something.”

You give him a mortified look while Hoseok loudly chortles, gripping his stomach as he does so.

Yoongi lets out a drawn out sigh. “I need a drink.”

Seokjin perks up. “Let me accompany you! There’s a bit of a line.”

He downs his own flute in one gulp as Yoongi sends a pained look your way but follows the older man nonetheless, leaving you and Hoseok alone.

The silence that reigns over the both of you feels awkward and strange. You don’t like it, not one bit.

“How is he?”

You snap your gaze towards the red haired man.

“Who?” You question futilely, already knowing the answer.

Hoseok sighs, a downcast look in his eyes. “Jimin..”

You pick at your nails nervously, unsure if you should be talking about it or not. You ultimately decide it couldn’t hurt to do so.

“I mean.. how do you think? You know him, he’s taking it pretty badly but he wouldn’t talk about it or what really happened. He’s resilient though, he’ll manage.”

“I know.. I’m just-“ He pauses. “I’m just kinda confused and lost right now? I didn’t expect this, at all. And I’ve wanted him to tell me that he loves me for so long, even dreamt about it. But I met Lia a few weeks ago and it’s going well you know? She’s kind and I know exactly what she thinks and where she’s at..”

You didn’t know about any of this. “Lia?”

“Yeah, I met her at a party. You’d like her a lot I think.” He shoots you a half-hearted smile, making your heart sink.

Hoseok doesn’t do half-hearted smiles.

“If you do, I’m sure I would too.”

Hoseok stares at the floor, eyebrows furrowed, like he’s deep in thoughts.

You sigh and ruffle his hair. “Whatever you do, I’ll be happy for you. As long as you know you’re making the right decision for you. Not anyone else.”

Hoseok eyes you almost pleadingly. “But no matter what I do, someone’s going to end up hurting..”

“Yup. That’s just the way things go most of the time.” You try to swallow the uptick of emotions in your throat.

“You’re such a pessimist,” The corner of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

“I have nothing to say in my defense.”

You notice Yoongi and Seokjin coming back your way, holding three flutes of champagne.

You give Hoseok a meaningful look, “Seriously though, think about it. I don’t want you to regret your decision later on, whatever that decision is.”

He nods harshly, just as the two men come up to you. Yoongi hands you a flute.

“Thanks,” You beam at him, touched that he thought to bring you one too.

He snakes an arm around your waist and takes a small sip of the bubbly drink. “Of course.”

“So, what role is Taehyung playing anyway?” Hoseok asks.

You perk up, excited about your friend’s upcoming performance. “Roxie! It’s a gender swapped reinterpretation of Chicago.”

“Damn, he basically got the lead role.” Yoongi whistles, impressed.

You preen with pride for your friend.

“He did,” Seokjin confirms in an adoring tone.

“Sweet!” Hoseok exclaims, drawing in a few pair of curious eyes.

You all drink your flutes pretty quickly and make a stop at the restroom before heading inside the theater and taking your seats.

You sit at the end of the row, Yoongi directly to your left, then followed by Hoseok and Seokjin. You apply a thin layer of lip gloss before tucking the stick back into your purse, only then noticing Yoongi eyeing you, indecipherable emotions swimming in his dark orbs.

You lean closer and lay a hand on his thigh,

“Something on my face?”

Yoongi snorts. “Anything I could answer to that would be corny as fuck.”

You feel your face heat up and look down bashfully.

“Hey,” He lifts your chin up with his index finger. “I didn’t say I was done looking.”

“Oh my god Yoongi, stop.” You squeeze his thigh in warning, very thankful for the low lighting, otherwise you’re positive he would notice the bright red tint spreading all over your face.

“Cute,” He coos softly, caressing your cheek gently before draping his arm around your shoulders, you lean onto him .

The musical soon starts, and it’s absolutely mind blowing. You don’t remember ever seeing something quite like it. Taehyung adds a lot of flair to it, and you might’ve seen him in other plays before, but this takes home the cake, in your opinion at least. Because he owns the stage, the role, the songs.

He is the role.

But as much as you try to stay focused, you can’t help but let yourself peer at Yoongi from time to time, getting caught up in the way the light illuminating the stage creates all sorts of shapes and shadows upon his hypnotizing features.

He’s fucking stunning.

You leave your hand on his thigh all throughout the show, rubbing slow circles on his knee with your dainty thumb.

And you’re acutely aware of the occasional shivers coursing through Yoongi as you sometimes let your hand wander a bit further up his thigh, notice the way his jaw ticks when you lightly squeeze the muscular limb. You also notice how your heartbeat picks up its pace the longer you keep testing the man’s patience, as if maybe your little teasing might have even more of an effect on you than on him.

When the last musical number starts, you let your hand venture even further up, your fingers now almost reaching the place you want them to reach the most.

You feel Yoongi‘s muscle strain, almost missing the low groan that reverberates through him when he forcefully grabs your wrist in warning, which automatically sends a rush of heat through your whole body.

You chance a glance at his tense features, his clenched jaw, his eyes staring intently at the stage, and almost pout when he doesn’t give you any attention, simply keeping his steady and forcefull hold on your wrist, making it impossible for you to move your hand in any way.

The play soon ends and you all get up, Yoongi lets go of your wrist to applaud and once he’s done, he gets a hold of your hand and interwines your fingers, sending you a dark menacing look as he does so.

The four of you quickly make your way to the front hall and you text your friend.

my queen [10:43]: we’re waiting for you in the front hall! you were fucking incredible tae omg

You feel Yoongi’s hold on your hand strengthen as you wait for a reply.

Taebear [10:45]: be there in 15, gotta wait for ppl to leave

And so you all wait, eagerly discussing and praising your friend’s performance and the musical as a whole between the four of you.

Time goes by so quickly that you yelp in surprise when you notice your best friend making his way towards your group.

“Tae oh my fucking god!” You let go of Yoongi’s hand and run into Taehyung’s arms. “You were unreal up there.”

You part from him to let everyone congratulate his performance, Hoseok clapping excitedly and crushing him into a fierce hug while Yoongi simply pats him on the shoulder.

“You were born to be on stage sweetie,” Seokjin approaches him and lays a passionate kiss on the younger man’s lips.

They exchange a few words before Taehyung addresses you, his head laying on Seokjin’s large shoulders,

“I know we planned to go somewhere after this but I’m officially drained. Rain check? Y’all still owe me a celebratory meal.”

You snort loudly. “All good babe. Go rest, you need it.”

Hoseok ruffles Seokjin’s hair. “Can I catch a ride with you?”

“As long as you never, ever, touch my hair again, yes.”

Taehyung chuckles airily, an endeared boxy grin etched upon his face as he glances adoringly at the older man.

And so you all say goodbye and head towards your respective cars. You slump down the passenger side’s seat and tug your coat off, waiting for Yoongi to start the ignition.

He drives out of the parking lot and onto the highway, glancing at you from time to time, not saying a single word. You feel anxiety bubbling up your chest and decide to break the tense silence,

“Are you dropping me off at home?”

Yoongi chuckles almost menacingly. “Oh no, we’re sleeping at my place tonight.”

“Umm.. since when?” You give him a quizzical look.

He clenches his jaw before replying,

“Since you decided to play a game you know you can’t win.”

Oh.

You slide a hand up his thigh, your fingers brushing over his crotch, and relish in the sharp intake of air that reaches your ears.

“What game?” You tease.

“Angel,” Yoongi rasps through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the wheel so forcefully that his knuckles turn white.

And you might be liking this a bit too much, but it’s way too fun to stop now.

So you repeat the motion, sliding your hand up and down his thigh, brushing over his crotch again.

“Yes?” You flutter your eyelashes innocently.

You barely even notice Yoongi taking the next exit and driving down small deserted streets until the car stops in a small parking lot next to the water.

You don’t recognize the public park in which you now find yourself in.

“Uh, Yoongi? This isn’t your place as far as I know.”

The man lowers the backrest of the car seat to a more comfortable position, unfastens his seatbelt and grabs your hand, pushing it against the growing tent in his trousers, electrifying arousal growing sharply in your abdomen as he does so.

“Well, it seems like you couldn’t wait to be home to act like a brat. So go ahead, do what you want.”

You swallow thickly. “Here? What if someone walks past us?”

Yoongi smirks and closes his eyes before bringing his arms up and slipping his hands behind his head. “Didn’t seem to bother you one bit earlier.”

And maybe it shouldn’t, but the thought of maybe getting caught, coupled with the alluring confidence emanating from Yoongi casts a hazy cloud in your mind, making you want to please the man more than anything in the world.

And so you unfasten your seatbelt and lift your skirt up to straddle the man easily. But he stops you before you can climb him,

“No.”

You stare at him in sheer confusion.

“That’s not what you were trying to do earlier. Use your hands angel, then we’ll see if you deserve more.”

You all but shudder and nod weakly. Yoongi might’ve been a bit dominating before, but it was nothing compared to this. The confident, authoritative glint in his voice sends your mind into a frenzy, you want to get to know this side of him better.

He quirks a brow at you and closes his eyes again,

“Well?”

You snake a trembling hand up to the zipper of his trousers, struggling a bit before sliding it all the way down. You can feel how aroused he is, how hard his thick, warm length feels under the thin material of his underwear. It gives you a major boost of confidence, knowing how eager Yoongi actually is to feel you.

“Can you um..lift your hips,” You bashfully ask.

Yoongi blinks and chuckles amusedly before lifting his hips up and tugging his boxers and trousers halfway down, liberating his warm cock from the confines of his clothes.

He watches carefully as you bring a hand up to your mouth and spit on it, his eyes darkening as soon as the thick saliva trickles down your palm.

His gaze only falters for a few seconds when you wrap your hand around him, and focuses again as soon as you start pumping him in slow, drawn out motions.

He stays silent, though immensely focused when you start going faster, swirling your wrist from time to time and applying a little more pressure when you reach his reddened tip, only to dive down again and again.

His ragged breathing is the only thing that cues you in on how much he’s actually enjoying this and so, you ask with a tiny, shaky voice,

“Can I umm..”

The words don't come out. It’s not that you’re shy about doing it, It just feels weird to say out loud.

“Can you what?” He asks with a gravely low voice that sends a wave of shivers up your spine.

You look at him with pleading eyes as you continue sliding your hand up and down his length. Yoongi simply quirks a brow at you, refusing you mercy.

“Can you what, love?”

You take a shallow breath and whisper,

“Can I suck you off?”

You can almost sense the moment he breaks, it feels like the air inside the small car gets even more suffocating, making you lightheaded.

“Fuck, yeah, go on.”

A pleasurable knot forms itself in your stomach as you eagerly dive down to leave a teasing lick on the tip of Yoongi’s cock, the salty taste of precum coating your tongue deliciously.

You flick your tongue against the slit of his girth, smirking when you feel Yoongi jolt and moan quietly. He pushes away the strands of hair dangling in front of your eyes and grabs the rest of your hair in a messy bun, holding it in a firm but gentle grip.

He groans lowly when you slowly wrap your lips around him and slide down his length, pressing your tongue along his frenulum as you do so, and repeat the motion a few times, hollowing your cheeks to coax as much pleasure as you possibly can out of him.

You come up for air for a few seconds before spitting on his cock and taking him back in your mouth, feeling every protruding vein on his thick member as you swirl your tongue around it. You rapidly pick up a faster pace, bobbing your head up and down as you hear a myriad of curses escape Yoongi’s lips.

It only makes you grow bolder and bolder and so you dive down lower, only stopping when your nose brushes against soft skin. You gag lightly and repeat the motion a second time, to the man’s greatest pleasure, if his choked guttural groan is anything to go by.

As soon as the tip of his thick length hits the back of your throat, you feel Yoongi bucking his hips forward, making you gag and cough loudly around him, saliva trickling down your mouth filthily.

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” He tugs on your hair and lifts you up, the sharp sting sending a shock of pleasure through you.

You gasp for air and feel drool sliding along your throat, all the way down to the neckline of your dress, a few teardrops escaping your eyes.

“It’s ok.. I like it,” You rasp out as soon as you can breathe somewhat normally.

Yoongi groans. “Fucking hell, yeah? You like choking on my cock, angel?”

You mewl in response, feeling a familiar wetness in between your legs slowly spreading to the inside of your thighs.

“Can I fuck your mouth, mmhm? Can you do that for me?” He tilts your head upwards and brings you closer, his face now a few inches away from yours.

You nod frantically, more than excited by the prospect of Yoongi fucking into your mouth aggressively, using you as he pleases to get himself off. There’s nothing quite as tempting in the whole world. At least at this moment.

“You sure?” He wipes drool off your chin and gently strokes your flushed cheek with the back of his hand.

“Yes, please..”

“Begging to choke on my cock, for fuck’s sake.”

Yoongi bruisingly crashes his lips onto yours and devours your mouth with unbridled passion, instantly and greedily swallowing your whimpers as they reach your throat.

He disconnects your mouths and breathes out unevenly. “You ready?”

You nod eagerly and Yoongi guides you back to his painfully hard erection. You instantly wrap your lips around him, sighing in relief as soon as you do.

He growls mutedly. “Squeeze my thigh if you ever feel uncomfortable and want me to stop, ok angel?”

You hum and tantalizingly lick the side of his length, which only makes him tighten his hold on your hair.

He starts bucking his hips forward, and it’s slow at first, as he drags the tip of his erection against your warm tongue numerous times. But he soon picks up his pace, snapping in and out of your mouth rapidly before engulfing himself far down your tight throat, only stopping when he hears you gagging around him.

Then he picks up an unhurried pace again and alternates between slow and fast, aggressive and gentle. You feel dizzy and completely fucked out, your underwear completely ruined by sheer arousal. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life.

You squeal in surprise when Yoongi lifts you up swiftly and kisses you feverishly, as if trying to taste each and every corner of your mouth with the help of his skilled tongue.

A thick trail of saliva connects both of your mouths when you part for air. Yoongi cups your cheeks and leaves a soft peck on your swollen lips, it has you seeing stars, your heart growing bigger in size at the care he exudes through his actions.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You smile shyly at him and nuzzle the tip of his nose, pride blooming in your chest as you realize how good you’ve made him feel.

“Come here angel.”

He skirts your dress up to your hip bones and helps you straddle him, holding you in place as you settle somewhat comfortably on his lap. Your legs tremble furiously when you try to hold yourself up and you whine pitifully.

“Yoongi, I don’t think I can move my legs for long.”

He leaves a sweet peck on your lips before murmuring,

“I got you.”

Your heart soars as his words register and you dive down to the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as you get rid of the bow around his collar.

When the accessory is finally off, you leisurely unbutton his dress shirt, your fingers lingering longingly on the small expanse of his chest, now available to your rapacious hands.

You're thrown off guard when Yoongi drags the tip of his fingers against your covered core, spurring light jolts out of you as he teases you mercilessly for a few interminable seconds.

“Yoongi, please, I need you..” You sob out, your legs now shaking uncontrollably.

“Just-, Give me a minute to make sure I don’t hurt you alright?”

“But I’m ready, please.” You plead brokenly, completely unbothered by how fucking needy you sound.

He takes a deep inhale, holding your waist with one hand before pushing your underwear aside and sliding two digits into you, his fingers meeting no resistance whatsoever.

You moan softly, and you think you could come just like this with how fucking aroused you are.

“Fuck, you are ready.”

Yoongi thrusts his fingers in and out of you, dragging them along your walls before slipping them out of you, much to your disappointment.

You whine and pout deeply. “I told you.”

“I know baby,” He soothes as he lightly slaps your cunt, making you shudder in his hold.

He grips his own veiny girth, pumping it a few times while simultaneously holding your panties to the side before aligning himself with your entrance.

Your pout slowly morphs into a gasp when you feel his throbbing length sliding into you in one smooth motion, stretching you nicely around its circumference.

“Oh fuck,” You harshly breathe out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before coming back to focus on Yoongi’s.

The black haired man brings one hand to your hip and the other up to your throat, squeezing lightly as he steadily holds your gaze, burning lava swimming in his dark brown orbs.

And that’s exactly how your whole body feels as Yoongi picks up a long languorous pace. Like lava, malleable, pliant and hot to the touch, like the only thing capable of laying a hand upon you would have to be something equally fiery.

You always thought that Yoongi shared a lot of similarities with burning coal. Intoxicating, warm. Like if he wanted to, he could make you burn alongside him.

Though, if you’re being honest, you think you’ve been burning for quite some time.

You snap out of a daze like state when you feel Yoongi’s grip on your throat tightening and mewl loudly as he starts rapidly thrusting into you. He swirls his hips up and down and you can only hold on to his broad shoulders, gripping so harshly you might have left marks if it wasn’t for the jacket that the man hadn’t bothered to shrug off.

Then he slows down again, his shallow breath fanning over your face over and over again as you peer deep in his eyes, the knot in your abdomen tightening exponentially with every sharp thrust of his hips.

You feel deft fingers crawling down your side, unzipping your dress in one quick motion before they tug the upper part of the garment down, your breast now bouncing up and down as Yoongi keeps fucking into you.

He tweaks one of your pert nipples and latches his mouth on the other one, flicking and nibbling teasingly at it while you can only shiver in pure ecstasy.

A wanton moan slips past your throat when he suddenly picks up an unrelenting pace and you instinctively arch your back, deepening the angle at which he rams into you at full speed.

“Yoongi..” You whimper, bringing your forehead against his and the man soon cradles the side of your face.

“Y-yeah?” He chokes out unevenly.

Your vision focuses onto him as the rest grows blurry, you feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, tingling all over the extremities of your limbs, like a dam ready to burst at any moment.

“Don’t stop, fuck-“

Your head falls down on his shoulder and your peak washes over you in overwhelming waves, blinding you for a few moments as you hold onto his strong frame for dear life. You convulse and pulse steadily around him, clenching and unclenching while he continues his ministrations, his cock throbbing around your swollen folds.

“Babe-“ Yoongi starts, out of breath. “You need to get off, I’m gonna cum-” He rasps out, sinking his nails into the supple skin of your thigh.

And so you muster all the strength you can gather and lift your hips up, setting them back down as soon as you feel him slip out, much to your dismay.

He tries to grip himself but you beat him to it, pumping his veiny length fast and hard as Yoongi moans hoarsely and comes undone, spilling all over your hand in thick spurts of unrestrained pleasure.

You look into his eyes and bring your sticky hand up, licking away all traces of his white release while thoroughly maintaining eye contact. Yoongi stares at you with his mouth agape, breathing heavily and swallowing thickly.

“What are you doing to me,” He blinks and cards a trembling hand through his jet black hair, the other one softly caressing your bruised thigh.

“And what are you doing to-“ You abruptly stop, noticing light coming your way through the fogged up window. “Holy shit, someone’s coming!”

Yoongi sends you an alarmed look and lowers the backrest of his seat all the way down, making you lose your balance. You plant your hands on both sides of his body to try not to crush him under your weight and hide your face against his chest.

“Are they close,” He whispers as he tries to cover your bare ass by laying a coat on top of your frame.

You roll your eyes against closed eyelids,

“I don’t know, I’d have to be able to see to tell you that.”

Yoongi swallows down a chuckle. “Fair enough.”

“Shhhh!” You whisper aggressively.

You both stay silent for a minute or two, your heart rates picking up when the light gets so close you can see it behind closed eyelids. But no one comes knocking on the window, and after a minute or two you lift your head up and tentatively take a peek outside.

“Oh my fucking god it was the cops, they didn’t see us,” You clasp a hand over your mouth and look at Yoongi with a mortified expression. “Can you imagine if they got here a few minutes ago.”

He glances at you with wide eyes before bursting into laughter, a wide grin appearing on his face. And you can’t help but follow suit, throwing yourself back against his chest as you both giggle endlessly.

“Oh shit, that was such a close call,” He wipes at the corner of his eyes.

You slap his chest playfully. “What a bad idea.”

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” He teases as he pulls your dress up and zips it back up, taking the opportunity to draw shapes along the expanse of your collarbone.

You lay a long, soft kiss upon his pillowy lips, sinking into his hold for a few moments before murmuring against his lips,

“Let’s go home before someone else comes, yeah?”

And he gives you such a tender look that you can’t help but feel so many things, things you don’t want to feel, things you’re scared of and can’t even mention out loud.

But you feel them still, simmering in your stomach comfortingly despite the terror lurking in your mind like a shadow.

“Yeah, let’s.”

“How are we this late?”

Yoongi shoots you an unimpressed look.

“We’re late because someone decided to lay on the ground and cuddle Cat for at least a good ten minutes.”

“Hey!” You yelp indignantly. “Cat looked like it needed cuddles.”

Yoongi slips his hand in yours as you both walk rapidly towards the bar’s main entrance.

“Cat always needs cuddles.”

“Ooo, reminds me of someone.”

The look of disgust on Yoongi’s face sends you into a raucous fit of laughter.

“Says you.”

You click your tongue, “Oh but I’m not afraid to admit it. You, on the other hand, will pretend you don’t want cuddles and affection, but you so do.”

“I’m leaving you on the side of the road tonight,” He deadpans, letting go of your hand and walking faster ahead.

“That’s mean!” You holler and quicken your pace, grabbing his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder as the man wraps an arm around your waist.

You stop just a few feet away from the door and tug on his arm. “Yoongi.”

“What is it?” He lifts his hand up to your cheek, carefully cradling it.

“Kiss me?” You give him your best puppy eyes.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but still leans down to lay a chaste (but fatal nonetheless) kiss upon your lips, stroking your cold cheek with the back of his thumb as he does so.

You chase after his plush lips once he parts from you, earning you a low chuckle from the object of your affection, “Greedy.”

You pout, “So what.”

The barman shakes his head fondly. “Nothing, you’re just cute.”

“Well-,”

“You guys coming in or?”

You both simultaneously turn towards the disruption, annoyed, just then noticing Namjoon holding the door open from the inside of the establishment.

The doorman shrugs and gives you a dimpled smile. “It’s freezing, I’m not gonna hold it forever.”

“Yeah we’re coming,” Yoongi mumbles as he slips his hand in yours and walks through the threshold.

You follow him as he steps up the stairs, an impish smile on your lips. “You’re holding my hand again.”

He gives you a questioning look. “So what?”

“You and Cat share a lot of traits, that’s all.”

“Oh fucking hell.”

Saturday night ends up being a pretty busy night, as usual, and so, time goes by so fast you barely have time to blink before the night is over.

You’re probing through your purse in the employees lounge when Yoongi’s voice reaches your ears, making you still in your movements instantly.

“I mean what do you want me to say Joon? I thought it might’ve been something special, but turns out it was only physical attraction and sex. I realized that not too long ago.” He sighs. “I feel fucking awful, but it is what it is.”

And if you thought you’d known heartbreak before, nothing could prepare you for the painful manner in which your stomach churns as Yoongi’s words sink in, or the way your heart feels like it’s been ripped from your chest, only to be aggressively stepped on again and again.

You don’t understand, can’t comprehend, how Yoongi can act the way he does when he’s with you, only to then say that the connection you share is merely physical, replaceable.

You fight back tears as you make your way behind the bar, staring intently at the back of Yoongi’s black head of hair.

“I mean it can be pretty hard to tell the difference between lust and love, I get it. They’re both so intertwined together most of the time.” Namjoon explains matter-of-factly.

“I mean what I did still sucks-“

“Yoongi..” You croak out, trying to the best of your abilities to keep it together, though you feel like you probably won’t succeed in doing so.

Both men turn around and look at you in surprise.

“I thought-“ Your voice cracks under the weight of overwhelming emotions tearing through your chest and up your throat.

You feel like throwing up, actually throwing up.

Yoongi’s surprised expression morphs into one of immense concern, he furrows his brows and steps closer.

“What’s going on?” He asks with urgency.

You shake your head frantically and step backwards as a teardrop rolls down your cheek treacherously. “I thought-“ You stop again.

“I don’t.. I don’t know what I thought, it clearly doesn’t matter.” You turn on your heels and head back to the employees lounge, taking your purse and coat as Yoongi follows you and grabs your elbow, making you swivel around in a dizzying motion.

“Talk to me angel, what’s happening? What are you talking about? You’re scaring me..”

“Yeah well, maybe if you told me I was only a good fuck from the moment you figured it out, we wouldn’t be here right now.” You sneer angrily, hurt and shame engulfing you in a red fog of anger

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Woah, what are you talking about? I’m confused as fuck.”

“So am I! I can’t talk to you right now Yoongi, I’ll take a cab home.”

You shrug his hands off and storm out of the lounge, not even noticing your friends' shocked stares as you almost run to the exit, too ashamed by your emotions to let them see you like this.

Swinging the door open, you step down the street, only stopping in your tracks once you remember your car isn’t here and you need to order a cab.

And so you open the uber app and book a ride, ignoring a notification from Jimin as the screen informs you that your driver should be here in five minutes. You exhale sharply and close your eyes, reminding yourself to take deep breaths.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you hear a door being thrown open and footsteps inching closer to you.

“Angel what the fuck is going on, talk to me. I don’t understand, fuck, you know I don’t see you as just a good fuck I-“ Yoongi’s pleading voice tugs viciously at your heartstrings, tears now streaming down your face in an unrestrained manner.

“I heard you talking to Namjoon just now, Yoongi..” You hiccup brokenly.

Yoongi cups your face delicately and you avoid his troubled gaze, opting to look at the ground instead.

There’s a thin layer of snow glistening on the concrete. You hadn’t even noticed it had been snowing until now.

“Look at me please.”

You shake your head no, knowing you would probably break down and full on sob if you did.

He brings his forehead against yours, his hold on both sides of your face steady and so comforting it only amplifies your confused state.

“Look at me..”

And you can’t ignore the way his voice breaks, so you sniffle loudly and slowly lift your gaze up, meeting teary dark pools of gloom as you do.

“I wasn’t talking about you just now, Namjoon-ah asked about Sam.. You know I think so much more of you, why would you even think I’d treat you like this..”

A sob racks through your whole being as you shakily exhale and squeeze your eyes shut. “I didn’t- I’m sorry I just assumed the worst I-“

“Shhh, hey, it’s ok.”

“But it’s not ok Yoongi.” You blink a few tears away and hold his gaze. “You give me absolutely no reason to doubt you, and yet.”

You inhale deeply before speaking again, your voice tiny and feeble, unfamiliar to your own ears,

“How is this supposed to work -us- if I can’t bring myself to trust you?”

“Woah, what are you even saying? We’ll figure it out.” Yoongi soothes, a hint of anxiousness in his warm tone.

“No, you’re not listening. You deserve better than this, than me.”

“That’s not true.”

Yoongi’s eyes glisten with unshed tears and you just know, at that exact moment, that you really do not deserve him. Because anybody responsible for this man’s tears and pain isn’t deserving of him, plain and simple.

A black car enters your field of view and halts in front of the bar’s facade, a few meters away from you and Yoongi. You recognize the little taxi sign on top of it.

“My cab is here,” You whisper, as you peck his cheek one last time and start heading towards the cab, walking away from a dejected Yoongi with a numb mind and shattered heart.

You want to go back to his arms, let yourself be happy and content in his secure hold. But you can’t, because you feel so much for him, too much. Too much love, admiration and affection, and you can’t hold him back.

You won’t.

a/n: im not crying it’s fine, we’re good. ok ok.. I’m sorry, I love you<3 as always your feedback and comments are ALWAYS appreciated, thank you<3

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chaoticgoodlawyerwrites · 2 months

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Preview for HOMD Chapter 10

Hey folks! I am very tired and still pretty sick but! I know not how to rest if I am physically able to work soooo. Let's just blame my capricron sun. But now we present! HOMD chapter 10! This is, again, a joint effort with @mocheng-gusto!

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Shen Yuan was reminded of this last unfortunate fact as he turned off his fifth alarm and read the notification to his most recent message.

✂️: Don’t forget to bring a certain special someone to our date today~

Fuck. Shen Yuan had completely forgotten about that part.

Not about the lunch of course. Yesterday he had been psyching himself up to “meet the family”. He was nervous but not anxious as he was putting together the outfit Mei Kexin had specifically made him buy for this occasion.

And just then was when his package arrived.

Alright yes, he had to admit that after that all other thoughts had exited his brain like an emergency evacuation. But by then he was too out of it thinking of silicone heavenly pillars to do anything but the most mundane tasks to keep himself busy!

Nothing to do about that. Fortunately at some point in the past when he’d been more mindful he’d put enough alarms to make sure he’d wake up with plenty of time to get ready, so he had time for a thorough shower and a quick breakfast, but not for anything more.

He would’ve liked to go on a jog to free himself of any restless energy but… thinking about it, he didn’t think his body would be able to take the impact.

His musings were interrupted by his phone pinging with two new messages.

✂️: And don’t even think you can get out of bringing your man

✂️: Remember how much blackmail material I have and won’t hesitate to use ❤️

Right.

That was the detail he hadn’t accounted for so far. Luo Binghe couldn’t come for quite obvious reasons, and it wasn’t like he had any desires to fess up that he was dating, married, to a mind construct, but he had other options. He’d disappoint his friend and her girlfriend no matter what, but Shen Yuan didn’t want to completely ruin their afternoon.

Good thing he had a Plan B in mind. The problem was that he never informed his Plan B of his participation in this ruse.

No time like the present! Shen Yuan called Shang Qinghua as he was getting rid of all the gross beddings and towels.

The call was picked up on the third ring. “Bro?”

“Free food.” Best to start with his strongest cards. “I’m inviting you to lunch, with plenty of leftovers to bring home.”

Shang Qinghua was silent for a few seconds. “… Are you bribing me?”

Technically. “Are you coming or not?”

“Aww, no need to be so shy about it bro. If you were feeling lonely you could’ve just said so!” Sensing Shen Yuan’s silence as an impatient one, Shang Qinghua was quick to add. “But sure, why not.”

Shen Yuan discreetly let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sending a Didi to your place. You have twenty minutes to get yourself decent and finish whatever you’re doing.”

Shang Qinghua mumbled. “Every day you’re becoming more like your brother.”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing! Just send me the info and I’ll be down when it arrives.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you there.”

“Whe–” Shen Yuan hung up before he was able to get the full word out. He had a couple of cars to order and a cold shower waiting for him.

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Shen Yuan, because the shopping center was actually closer to downtown due to the somewhat upscale nature of the place, got there first. Shang Qinghua wasn’t too far behind, climbing out of the didi with eyes and something like fear on his face. “Bro, what the fuck?”

“Wardrobe,” Shen Yuan said before grabbing his friend’s arm and pulling him in, putting the little strength he had worked to build to use. “Don’t worry; I’m paying.”

“No shit you’re paying!” Shang Qinghua hissed. “I can’t afford to breathe in here. What the actual fuck is going on? Are you becoming my sugar daddy? Platonic, of course; love you but not like that, bro.”

“Tch, you wish. Besides, I’m straight. I’m just paying for stuff today so don’t question it.”

“What kind of lunch are we going to that apparently requires shopping?!” Shang Qinghua asked quietly, eyes darting from side to side as if a nervous herbivore. Shen Yuan locked eyes with a sales associate in the men’s section and, spotting a sale, the person discretely hurried towards them. “Oh, my God, are you taking me to lunch with your family!? Is Shen Jiu going to be there!?! Bro, I’m noping out of the free food offer if that’s the–”

“No, it’s not with my family, sheesh,” Shen Yuan said through clenched teeth before smiling at the sales associate. In a much more polite tone, he addressed them with, “Hi. My friend here needs appropriate semi-casual attire for brunch. We have a rather immediate deadline and would appreciate your assistance.”

“Of course, sir. If sir could please follow me…” Shang Qinghua was too polite to his fellow service worker to resist their urging, but he did throw Shen Yuan a dirty look as he left him alone. He watched from a distance to be sure that Shang Qinghua didn’t pick anything out that was ridiculous but otherwise left him to it, helpfully avoiding the questions his friend had about this ‘lunch’.

He would find out soon enough as it was.

#before you ask MKX chose her own emoji in SY's phone

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howlingday · 1 year

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Do you think in the Nora and Cardin siblings au they ever end up bonding? (I literally just saw your new au and I love it especially ren and Nora speaking mistral)

"Well, this is really uncomfortable." Yang Xiao Long commented as she watched Cardin Winchester, the biggest bully of Beacon Academy, sit across from her at breakfast. Next to him, a much smaller girl angrily chewed through her pancakes, scraping her teeth along the metal prongs. "Someone mind filling me in on why Cardin is sitting at our table?"

"It's part of a family thing." Jaune sighed. "Nora got the idea from how you and Ruby always sit next to each other."

"We do not!" Ruby argued, before turning to her sister. "Do we?"

Yang shrugged next to her sister. "I mean, we do sit next to each other every day."

"In class, too." Blake said.

"And the bathroom." Weiss added.

"Eh, it's better than us fighting each other all the time." Yang shrugged.

Cardin glanced at Nora, then straightened at her death glare. Clearly, Nora still wasn't thrilled about her new big brother. With a sigh, he cut his pancakes into three slices.

"What are you doing?" Cardin looked down at his sister, who was staring at his pancakes.

"I'm cutting my pancakes." He answered.

"Why into thirds?"

"Because I want to?"

Nora pondered the question, but said nothing more. It seemed her chewing lessened in intensity, if only by a small margin. Pyrrha was grateful for the end result of her working migraine from the screeching metal.

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"So, uh, why don't you swing from the side?"

"Because I don't want to." Nora looked at Cardin like he suddenly turned into a Grimm.

"I'm just saying, you get more of a workout if you swing from the side." Cardin said. "You also have to think about hand placement more."

"Please," she scoffed, "just because you put Jaune-Jaune into the ground, literally, that doesn't mean you know how to fight better than me."

"I'm just saying-"

"Well, you need to stop saying and start doing." Nora jabbed his chest with a sturdy finger. "In fact, stop talking altogether!"

"Alright." Cardin shrugged. "I'm just say-"

Nora threw Cardin to the ground. Their arms swung wide as the two scuffled on the hard ground like a bear battling a wolverine, and the former was losing horribly. Nora would eventually stand victorious over her big bro. Admiring that she was able to put him down. Like a little sister should.

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"Am I seeing this right?" Pyrrha asked.

"Cardin helping Nora with her homework?" Jaune clarified.

"Yeah."

"Yup."

"They seem to be getting along just fine, right, Ren?" Pyrrha looked to the other male member of the team. "Ren?"

Ren was sleeping soundly on his bed. At this time, he was normally helping Nora with her grades, or supervising her when the others did. With this extra time without pulling his partner back to the desk, he was able to get some much sought after meditation.

For some reason, Nora seemed a lot calmer around her brother.

#rwby #rwby au #nora winchester au #cardin valkyrie au #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren

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zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon · 2 years

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Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat.Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in h---

Every time I thikn of heat I think of that furry phase I narrowly missed cause 2 of my friends in jr high were furries (literally went to school walking around between classes with a tail) and I refused to get into it lol.

Gorou x gn!reader (reader top though so)

Type: bullet points and story

warnings: It's just smut bro. Sub!bottom!gorou, soft dom!top reader. Specifics are under cut.

If yoy want gorou in rut lemme know 👌👌

No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize

ALT

Specific nfsw content: praise kink (use of good boy and other doggy terms, implied reader has a dick but tried writing it so it can be seen as getting pegged as well. Begging, thigh riding, coming untouched, slight overstim. Eating out (gorou recieving) teasing, slight breeding kink if you squint hard enough.

So before yall are dating Gorou was good at hiding his heats from the army

It actually just became less intense to the point it was barely noticeable due to lack of visual stimulation. He considered everyone he works with as family too quickly to see them that way.

But then you joined the army and a dam burst. The first to join in a longgggg time.

Yall fellow pot heads know how you haven't had a pot brownie in forever so you kinda forget how long it takes for it to kick in so you continue to eat more. And you're like "Did I not put enough weed in it?.....oh shit, OH SHI--"

He didn't get it immediately I think heats are periodic, like 2 times a year one in spring and one in fall. Or if someone is physically trying to come onto them and they do reciprocate.

So when you first join it wasnt during that period, maybe winter when the war is on a periodic still for being too cold to fight healthily. Because of this he thought you were cute but he'd learn to just love you like family like he did everyone else.

but when spring finally came around and you walked into breakfast without your armour on (you're still in the under clothing lol this isn't an exhibitionist fic sorry) It's game over bro.

A year of lack of visual and physical stimulation hit him all at once. It starts with his tail twitching, then you stretch your arms on the table like a cat revealing a bit too much of your chest, now he's blushing, his ears are down casted as the heat builds up.

"General gorou? You doing ok?"

"Hm? Oh I...Uh...." He didn't even register your words cause it's getting really dizzy and he's getting tunnel vision trying to look anywhere but your chest. "I...Should go see when delivery for our next shipment of supplies are coming!"

Avoids you for the rest of the heat (I imagine it last like a week-2weeks max). It dies down a bit cause he knows how to manage it but the second he sees you it's like he's a horny teen again and can't make eye contact with the person he just jerked off to (lol)

First couple times he does manage to control himself till its gone for the time being, just cause this man's wayyyy too shy to do anything about it.

But it does get harder and harder, silently calling himself an idiot for thinking he was a pro at hiding it before. No sir you just had nothing to jerk off to till now. Now you do and you're FUCKED.

One month he knows an especially hard one is coming and he's caving in the weeks to come in nervousness. He feels manipulative finally working up the courage to ask you out solely so he can get you to fuck him but....at this point he's desperate.

He asked you out 3 weeks before his heat. 3 weeks is enough time to get to know someone to want to ..... bed them right?? Surely theyd like me enough to do that....right? Oh shit are they even a top????

Now he has a whole other thing to worry about (lol 2x)

General gorou did not show to dinner, and he didn't show to his night patrol shift either. You being his s/o, got asked to check on him. You wondered maybe with how busy his schedule has been as of late, the stress probably gave him a cold. So you prepared some soup and a loaf of bread, as well as some herbal tea to soothe any groggyness/headache he might have. Meds were scarce at the moment on the camp so this just had to do st the moment till you lettered Kokomi for the supplies.

"Gorou? You doing alright hun?" You tap your foot on a stump that laid in front of Gorous tent, used as a makeshift door knocker since...well its a tent.

"D---dont come in y/n! Im...not doing so well." He said on the other side, his voice ragged and breathing heavy. He was second guessing himself now, felt guilty about his reasoning to ask you out. He did like you, but he realized the night before that 3 weeks wasn't enough time to ask someone to do something like this for you. First times together should be romantic and come naturally. Not when your high out of your mind on horny hormones.

"Ok, well I have some food and tea that could help, can I at least come in to bring it to you?"

".......that......should be fine." You walk in, his body laying on his cot completely covered with a blanket. His tail stook out and twitched left and right with each step you took closer. You sat on a small stool beside him and set the soup down next to his bedside table. "You d-dont have to stay. I wouldn't want you.....getting....affected by this because of m-me." He whispered,muffled slightly due to the covers still over him.

"Gorou can you even sit up to eat this?"

"I'll be fine..i promise."

"So stubborn" You pout, gently grabbing the covers and pulling them out of the way. Gorou yelped a bit at the sudden sight of you, face flushed mistaken to you by the cold, but his pupils were blown out which made you a bit confused. Maybe it's a canine-person symptom when they get sick? "Cmon, lemme help you sit up." You reach over to grab his arm and other to place onto the small of his back.

"Ah!" He moaned slightly, taking you both by surprise as he sat up on his own and jerked away. "I think....you should go now y/n."

"What? Gorou whats--"

"As your general is imperative to state the importance of getting a good night's sleep and.....and..." his eyes are darting around the room, shaky hands clutching the covers over his groin area to hide everything.

"Gorou....are you...what's it called?" You pause for a moment to gather your thoughts. "In a rut?"

Oh no. He just blushes more out of embarassment, looking down at his hands. If only it was a rut, maybe this conversation would be less awkward if he was the one that wanted to mate, not be mated. The manliness he felt in himself waning at the thought of you being disappointed he's not a top. Ever so slightly he shakes his head. "Not a rut." He whimpers out, but the way he's practically trembling now from anxiety more than the ailment was telling enough.

Oh? Oh. It clicked in your head, knowing a bit of the difference between a rut and a heat. If it wasn't a rut, then it must be that. "Well whatever it is," you start, picking your words carefully as not to make him any more embarassed, "You know as your s/o that Im able to help right?"

"I can't ask you to do that y/n. This...isn't how I wanted it to be." That was a lie. He definitely planned this but he didn't want them to think that was the only reason he asked them out. You quietly stand up and take a seat next to him on the cot, him jumping at the sudden dip and closness, instantly leaning his head in and closing his eyes as your hand goes to cup his cheek. Archons it felt so nice, he thought.

"You don't have to ask me love, I'm offering. Can you look at me Gorou?" He opens his eyes, grimacing slightly at how much just looking at you had an effect on him. I'm so dirty, he thought. " you cup the other side of his face, and gave him a genuine smile. "My good boy. Can I help you?"

Gorou gulps at the nick name, pausing in awe at you before finally removing the covers from his bottom half, a noticeable tent in size and discoloration from pre already leaking. You peck him on the nose and adjust him so Gorou is straddling you. The second your hands grab his waist he's Hunching forward slightly at the contact, and immediately trying to stop himself from bucking when he puts his full weight down on your thigh. "It's ok puppy, let yourself go." You encourage, whispering it close to his ear, and beginning to kiss his neck. He still tried to stifle his moans, but the second your chest met his to angle your head right, he was bucking like crazy. Riding your thigh in slowly growing ferver, the harder sucks on his neck earning you moans he couldn't keep in.

"Ah...ah ugh..hah...y/n...ah! Ahhh Im...i" his pace quickened more, you helped out by pushing his hips down more on your thigh. He doesn't have time to finish the sentence. He rest his head on your shoulder and keens in your ear and comes. Shaking and twitching slightly from the after shocks of you still grinding his hips down.

"Want more love?" You ask, petting his head, intentionally playing with his ears. You feel him nod, too blissed out to speak at the moment. "Hm? I'm sorry I didn't hear you? Maybe that was enough." You stop your petting and his head immediately shoots up to look at you, biting his lip and eyes full of desperation. He whines a bit,grabbing your hands to put them back on his waist, but you intertwined them together instead. "Use your words Gorou."

He looks down slightly, eyes moving between your lips and eyes. "I...I...please."

"Please what?"

"Please I....I ache...I need you y/n....in...inside."

You smile, giving him a deep kiss, parting your lips so he can slip his tongue in and yourself moaning and giggling at his desperation. In between breaths you help him remove his pants. You look down and laugh at the soaked fabric, "real pent up huh?"

"D-dont laugh!" You kiss him again.

"It's ok love. I'm here to help now." You move to rest on your stomach with your head directly in front of Gorous dick, it wasn't too large, just slightly above average at 7 inches and not any thicker than anyone else, but it curved slightly inwards and was blushing a cute shade of pink like his face. You give the tip a kiss, it twitching in rhythm with his tail. You begin to clean up the cum left over on his dick and abdomen where it smeared due to being stuck in his pants. All the while your dominate hand slowly beginning to finger his tight little hole. "Lube?" You ask.

"E..everything you need is in the bedside table."

You try to stop a giggle, your thoughts trailing off imagining Gorou pleasuring himself, trying to stay quiet so no one heard him release, or quickly fixing himself and covering up when someone interupts. You lean over to the drawer and pull the items out, meanwhile Gorou finally removes his shirt and begins helping you remove your clothes as well. Something about helping you out of your clothes felt more intimate than the festivities you just did with him. He took it slow despite his need, watching your arms rise and your chest slowly come Into view. "So perfect." He whispered, earning a blush from you this time.

You place your hands on his chest, slowly rubbing before giving them a gentle squeeze,"Not so bad yourself there." He scoffed at the assertiveness,rolling his eyes as you gave a cheeky wink. You lean back down, he produced a wetness all on his own but you wanted be sure you weren't hurting him. Slowly lubibg your fingers up and putting 2 in before continuing to lick his penis, slowly getting lower to suck his left ball, then his right.before eventually you were low enough to get your tongue right at his ring. "Turn around for me babe."

He listened, getting on all fours, hips bucking as you place both hands on his pretty round ass, not a bubble butt persay. Years of training making it toned and chisled, but definitely bigger than normal. You lean down to kiss a particularly big scar that went from his lower back and angled down his left check.. Your tongue re enters, licking at his folds and searching for that one spot. When a quick yelp and a tug forward finally escapes Gorous lips,you knew you found it. Unfortunately your tongue wasn't long enough to his it completely, just enough to scrape it. But you continued none the less, messaging and squeezing Gorous butt in tandem, also to keep him for Jerking his hips back too much.

You quickly fell love with the needy whines he made when you teased him. You didn't consider yourself much a dom,a top maybe, but taking the lead in intimate relations didn't really cross your mind. For gorou though, seeing him whine and moan, sweat tangling his fur and tail wagging and twitching with each touch, you'd gladly take the reigns every time.

"Not- not enough. Y/n please. I need it already!"

You remove your mouth, giving his butt a quick little nip before getting on your knees to line yourself up. "Ready love?" He doesn't answer, just whines and rubs your length between his ass, trying to get it to hook inside. To continue your teasing you lean back a bit, earning more whines,right as he was about to turn his head around in confusion you pushed the entire length in in one go. He screamed, "aahhhughhhmmmm!!!" Quickly covering his mouth in fear someone outside the tent heard that. "Ahh ! Mmm--- y/n. So...ssssho"

"So, what, love?" You emphasized each with pulling mostly out before just the tip remained,and jamming it quickly back in before the next word.

"Shoo...shoo.. GuUudD. Aah. L--wuv you." His words were slurring, he had a vice grip on the blanket crumpled in front of him. Trying desperately to match your rhythm and he bucks back to get you deeper.

"Love you to. My good boy, so tight just for me."

"Only for yew" He confirms. "More..Archons pweleAsE fill mwe moar!"

You just laugh,switching positions so his back was flush to your chest, lifting his thighs up so it could go in deeper. He quickly leaned his head back on your shoulder, yelps coming out of his mouth each thrust and tongue sticking out to smear his face in drool. You kiss his neck,he quickly turns his head over to kiss you. It's sloppy and he's too out of his mind to put real effort in it, but it was sweet none the less. One particularly hard thrust has him arching up," C-close! Y/N I..hah, ugh"

"Me to baby. Together with me now ok?" You thrust a few more time, deeper and harder each time. Before finally you both moaned in release, un hooking his thighs soon after, inadvertently having him sink a bit more on you due to his dead weight and Cumming more ropes out of him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling your head on his shoulder and leaning it against his. Gorous tongue was still sticking out, panting heavily as his drool dripped down his cum soaked chest. You waited til he began to soften to pull out. Soft groans left him. You grav a towel that was also in the drawer to help clean him, Gorou being too tired to do anything but rest his hands on the arm still wrapped around him, closing his eyes as his head rested beside yours.

"You calmed down now? No burning up?" You ask. He sighs contently and nods. You want to talk to him a bit more in length about how his heats work, but for now you were both too tired for lengthy conversations like that.

"Sorry." Goroy whispers, now more conscious, grip tightening on your hands still around his wwaist.

"Hm? What for?"

"Our first time should've been more romantic, not because of some condition I have where you had to do it."

You turn him around at that, putting a hand up to his chin so he could face you a better. "Gorou you didn't make me do anything. I didn't feel obligated, I felt like you needed me and I let you have me. Nothing was unconsentual, and I think it was very romantic to trust me with something like this." He blushes, eyes sparkling in awe at just how amazing you are, how easy those words of affirmation came out about a subject Gorous always been embarassed about.

"You want to...stay the the night tonight, cuddle with me?"

You kiss his cheek. "I'd love to."

#gorou x reader #gorou smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #x reader

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