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Jane's Birth

Just a heads up - this one is a transcript of quite a detailed roleplay I had with someone - I've converted it from 2 people first person to 1 person first person (if you can figure what I mean) so if you spot any unexpected times when the references to people in the story are wrong, give me a shout, I've proof read this a few times and I'm sure some might still slip through... all being said... enjoy!

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I walk in the door after a day at work and I hear a shout at me to come into the kitchen. I duck my head around the door and I’m startled to see Jane, my wife leaning against the kitchen counter, head down and pressed into her hands. Her hips are swaying. I recognise the tell-tale signs of contractions coming in thick and fast. “How long have you been like that… and more importantly, why didn’t you ring me?” I ask, dropping what I’m carrying onto the floor to hold her from behind, my hands wrapped around the lower half of her belly.

My wife, Jane, relaxes as she feels my hands on her bare belly, her leggings pulled down below the low orb. Her swollen tits are hanging down, her tank top barely covering them. She exhales a big breath out as the contraction begins to subside.

“About 15 minutes ago I felt a huge pain in my lower belly,” she says, picking her head up and turning toward me. “It didn’t feel like a contraction and then when it came again 8 minutes later and wrapped around my back I changed my mind. I knew you were almost home - I didn’t want to worry you”

Her swollen belly hangs low between us and the half shirt is wet where her nipples began leaking. I look over her - her long dark hair is in a messy ponytail. I’ll have to admit, the messy labour look is turning me on. My hips rub against her ass, resulting in my cock is straining to get out, but suddenly another contraction begins.

My hands rub around the distance of her belly as she begins to groan as the contraction picks up. I feel the orb between my hands tighten as the contraction builds. My warm hands roaming around in circles has her appreciating them being there. Her ass pushes back into my hips as she works through the pain feeling the hardness in my pants. She’s suddenly grinning knowing what that means. Lifting herself up off the bench with her hands she presses back into me as she announces that nipple stimulation can help speed up labour. I soon catch on and rub my hands up from the orb at her midsection to push my hands under her tank top and grasp her breasts, which were heavily inflated due to the pregnancy. As my hands roam and pinch the hard nipples simultaneously she reacts with something between a groan and a sigh.

Immediately her senses are overloaded: the pain of the contraction, the pressure in her pelvis from the baby, the tingling sensation all over from my gentle yet firm twisting and pinching of her nipples. She mentions that her clit started to feel tingly and twitchy as a direct result of my expert nipple play.

She’s now groaning through the rest of the intense contraction, letting out a big sigh when it’s over. Her hands move to her hips and peel off her leggings and lace panties. Her shirt came off next. Looking around at me whilst lifting off her top, she spots some wetness on my pants from precum and smiles wickedly.

“You wanna fuck me? Help finish the job?” she says, rubbing her belly and lifting it from underneath.

My grin is mischievous as my finger traces a pattern up and down her belly causing her to flinch and shudder. “They say semen is good to soften things up… let’s test a theory”. I tug down my jeans, kicking them to the side, my top gets pulled off soon after leaving me naked, my cock standing to attention. I spin her around so she faces me, as I pull in close so her belly presses into me. After a deep passionate kiss I lean her back, so her elbows rest on the table as her legs widen leaving her opening inviting for me. I move towards her, my cock twitching as it’s target is near. My hands grasp both cheeks of her ass and I plunge into her waiting pussy, a soft whimpering of her voice announcing me entering as I press further and further in.

Her nipples harden as she watches my thick, hard cock slide into her swollen pussy as best as she can around her large filled belly. “The same hard cock that got me pregnant is going to help me birth your baby” is suddenly whispered almost sensually from her.

As my cock pushes further into her, she takes deep breaths as the pressure in her pussy is amplified by the pressure in her ass and hips from this baby coming down, pressing against her cervix.

My wife grabs my shoulders as I thrust, one hand reaching out to pull her long dark hair, the other grabbing her ass.

After a few minutes of intense fucking she announces that she feels a contraction coming on. Her hands go immediately to her hardening belly, breathing and moaning as it begins to build and intensify. “Fuuuuck” she moans elongating the sound “I’m having a contraction!”

My hands chase hers to grab her belly as I feel the contraction tighten. As she moans and groans as the pain picks up, I increase my thrusting, with our hands all focused on her belly it results in her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. My lips head to her neck, light presses with my lips grazing over her skin. She’s a complete mix of emotions, caught between the intensity of a contraction at one end of the scale and the thrusting shoves as I press into her and glancing pecks of my lips at the opposite end of the spectrum. It’s enticing and overpowering all at the same time. One of my hands sneaks down from holding her belly and reaches between her legs, 2 fingers tracing down the underside of her belly to the gorgeous ‘v’ shape as her pelvis reaches her pussy, sculpted hair being tousled by my fingers before those same fingers split, rub over her lips and come together into her slit, finally touching her clit. She moans out completely unable to deal with the sensations. She has zero time to sort out the sensations running through her body. As hard as she tries, she couldn’t get in the mindset to orgasm. The contraction pain and the pressure in her pussy combined were so intense. She loved it. She shook out her head, her long, dark hair fell behind her shoulders, tickling her back and making her shudder.

As soon as I feel the contraction has subsided I lean back, enjoying the sight of her breasts resting on top of her fully developed bump. I grin as I kneel down, her view of me obstructed by her belly as my tongue starts to explore the area between her legs where my fingers were teasing only a few moments earlier. The second my lips and tongue touch her clit, she cries out in intense pleasure. Her hands move down to my head, pulling me you closer to her clit.

“Fuuuck babe,” She groans.

“Everything ok?” I ask with slight concern.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she moan loudly.

I chuckle with a menacing tone and begin sucking, flicking and nibbling her clit, tasting her juices and feeling her shudders. After a couple of minutes, her breathing gets faster and she grabs my head, pressing her swollen pregnant pussy into my face.

“I’m gonna cum” she cries out once again. Her breathing turns into a quick pant, and with her orgasm imminent, I slide 2 fingers into her dripping pussy. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screams. Her panting intensifies and I feel the squeeze of her pussy as she’s overcome with an intense orgasm.

Her pussy is dripping all over her legs and it soaks my face. When I take my lips off and slowly get up, I leave a trail of wet kisses on her hips, her belly, and as I get to her tits she begins to feel another contraction.

“Ohhhhhh ugh,” she groans. She grabs my forearms as the contraction overtakes her belly and squeezes hard.

“Breathe baby breathe,” I say resting my forehead against hers.

She tries to slow her breathing down and relax as the contraction peaks, but never releases my arms.

As her grip tightens on my forearms my hands move to her hips, swaying her gently side to side. Her head is down, eyes closed, focusing on the course of the contraction. My body presses against hers, her belly pressed tight against mine to the point where I feel the wriggling of our baby through her tightened muscles, her constricting womb giving it some displeasure as it’s home is closing in on it. As the contraction starts to ease she opens her eyes and looks up, a smile forming on her face as she looks up to stare into my eyes.

“One hell of a grip you have there” I grin back at her as she releases her hold on my arms. “I think it would be better down there” I advise as I guide one of her hands down past her belly to my cock which has remained hard and slick with pre cum as she focused on the contraction.

“That contraction was intense,” she says smiling at me. “Not only are you an incredible lover but you are an amazing partner who is always there to care for me.” As I slide her hand down she smirks knowing what is in store.

“You want my tight grip there, eh?” As she rubs the head of my slick cock with her thumb, knowing how sensitive it becomes if left unattended. As her hand slides up and down with a firm but pleasurable grip, she take a pause to massage my balls and slide a finger just behind them and press into my perineum because she knows how much it drives me wild.

“My hand or my mouth?” She asks.

“Both. Either… just do it” I reply.

We swap positions, I lean back against the kitchen counter so she can comfortably kneel down and reach my cock with her mouth.

She begins with her hand. Slow long strokes with just enough firm grip to make me remember what it’s like to fuck her tight pussy.

Her other hand rubs her belly in an effort to soothe the pain or the child inside. “How does this feel baby?”

“Mmmrrhmmmm” I groan loudly, eyes closed and huge smile on my face.

“Open your eyes.” she commands “I wanna show you something.”

I oblige, and see her hand moving up her belly onto her tits. She massages one for me, eliciting more groaning.

She takes her left tit in her hand and massages downward to stimulate her milk. She feels her nipples tingling, the left one getting rock hard and long, and squeezes it. Little drops of milk fall onto her belly, and I go wild again.

I fight against her to squat down to and take her tit in my mouth. But she presses me back. With her other hand still grasping my cock, she releases her hold on me and then rubs my balls whilst she strokes. I tense up with the familiar feeling of knowing I’m about to cum.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she purrs, but feels her belly begin to harden as a contraction is coming on.

“Yea I’m gonna cum babe. I’m gonna cum.” I answer breathlessly.

“Cum on my belly. Please cum on my belly,” she says in almost whiny voice, trying to stay composed to enjoy my cum and get through this contraction.

I let out a loud grunt and pant heavily “I’m gonna coat your belly,” I say grabbing my cock out of her hand.

Her now free hand immediately goes to hold underneath her massive contracting belly. She’s now moaning louder and louder as the contraction is so intense. She announces that she can feel her cervix opening.

“FUCK” I bellow, grunting and panting as I paint her belly with my thick ropes of cum.

As I finish getting every last drop of cum on her belly, She begins to massage and rub her belly, my cum getting all over.

As I stand there, breathing deep to recover, she grabs onto me and lifts herself up. She paces around a little to get moving more. “The contraction isn’t easing up… I need to move”

She moves through the kitchen and into the bedroom, pausing half way through to grasp onto the sofa and dig her fingers in, panting breathlessly.

I watch as she finishes her journey to the bedroom and then into our large en-suite bathroom, where she leans over the sink and moan louder than I’ve ever heard.

I walk toward her, watching as her belly tenses up once more, then there’s a splash. Her water breaks with a gasp from her and tons of water splashing on the floor.

“My water broke! My water broke!” She says frantically.

I laugh and come to put my hands on her shoulders “I know, I saw baby.”

She turns to face me and I notice her belly is noticeably lower than it was before.

“I feel so much pressure in my pussy and in my ass,” she groans out.

“Oh boy…” I say. I know exactly what this means…

I get in close to her, my arms wrapped around her belly. “Pretty soon that tight little pussy is going to spread out like a flower and you’re going to be pushing the hardest you’ve ever been.” I feel her shiver in response, almost an orgasmic reaction. My hand leaves her belly and moves between her legs from behind, 2 fingers entering her, curled up and wiggling in a ‘come hither’ movement. She almost threatens to collapse at my touch.

“Soon I’m going to be able to plunge these 2 fingers in deep and feel your cervix dilate, feeling the head of our child… and soon it’s going to be born through the same hole it was conceived in… and if I have my way… your face, breasts, belly… they’ll all be glistening in my cum”

Another contraction comes fast and hard. She begs me to check her cervix as she feels immense pressure. “Babe the pressure is so intense, I have to push,” she pleads.

“Not yet, baby not yet.” I say, suspecting that things still have a long way to go.

I lead her back to the bedroom and gently lay her on our bed. When the contraction ends I bring her legs up, knees bent and out to the side allowing me to slide the same two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy. She groans loudly as I reach up far to get to her cervix. She tells me it hurts. I feel around and check but as suspected, she’s not fully dilated yet.

“About 7cm baby. Head is really low but you can’t push yet.” I advise her. She lets out a whimper as I remove my fingers.

“I need to move around,” She announces. I help her get up and waddle out of our bedroom to the long corridor leading to the other bedrooms and bathrooms in our home. I watch her round ass sway as she walks. Her hands rest on the top of her belly as she stops and sways a little.

Another contraction begins and she moans. Her body takes over and tells her to squat through the contraction. She grabs the railing and lowers herself into a squat and starts to breathe and pant her way through the contraction.

I follow after her, squatting down behind her and running my hands up and down her back, the warmth helping her relax. “That’s it, breathe through it. You’re doing really well my love. Each pain helps bring you closer and closer to meeting the baby.”

Her focus jumps to admiration, giving me an “aww” noise at the comforting words. It doesn’t last long though as once more she’s gripping hard on the rail and making noises somewhere between a growl and a groan as her midsection hardens once more. My hands twist her head to the side and my lips meet hers, we kiss passionately for a few moments until she pulls off to wince again. “You’re doing great” I offer with a smile.

“Lean against me” I say, almost a command. I sit down on the carpeted floor as she falls backwards into my arms, we’re entwined together as the next contraction builds. She subconsciously spreads her legs and reaches down to grab my thighs, her vice-like grip once again clamped on my muscles, much to my amusement. My lips explore the side of her neck as she nuzzles her head into my chest. Finally my hands reach up to her breasts and I take my own time to play with her nipples, spraying her milk out in front of us. The nipple stimulation causes another contraction to rip through her though and she’s soon wailing.

Her nipples continue leaking milk even after I’ve released them from my intense pinching and tugging. My hands have move to her tight belly, as I feel this powerful contraction squeezing her massive belly. As she moans and starts to yell her way through this contraction she feels my cock twitching against her back getting hard. Finally, as the contraction subsides she turns around with a sly smile and asks “is my primal screaming and groaning turning you on?”

I confess whilst nodding “uh huh. It’s really hot,” nuzzling her neck and rubbing her belly.

“Well my water broke so we can’t fuck,” she said… I could almost feel a sense of dejectedness at that statement.

“Oh that’s ok. Get upon your hands and knees,” I tell her. She manages to lift herself up a little, then rolls over and gets on all fours.

“Good girl,” I say “I need to cover you in my cum.” I kneel behind her with one hand stroking my cock and the other gently stretching her pussy.

“I’m having a contraction,” she screams out.

“Breathe deep baby. You got this. Nice deep breaths,” I coach her whilst jerking off.

“It hurts so bad,” she moans out.

“I know baby, just keep breathing,” I said as my fingers stretch her pussy. I know it won’t be long before she’s pushing…

I’m positioned slightly to her back left quarter as she bobs back and forth on her hands and knees, rocking away the pain of the contraction. My left hand jerks back and forth, feeling a little strange as my preference is to use my right hand. My right hand however is rubbing her back and occasionally reaching down between her legs.

She asks to be checked time and time again, somewhat delirious with the pain, and each time I comply with plunging two fingers deep into her and poking around. “Still not there yet, just keep on riding those contractions” I tell her, sounds of pity in my voice, and frustration in her at each answer.

Finally at her wits end she whines “my knees hurt, help me up” so I get up and move around in front of her to help lift her up. As I do so, my engorged cock is front and centre in her view as she rolls over onto her ass to get a lift up. She leans forward and kisses the end “at least someone is having fun” she chides.

“Right now I’m wanting to make sure you’re settled, or else I’d have cum minutes ago” I admit - again, her hormone soaked brain responded with an “aww” sound, soon replaced by an “ooh” sound as the next contraction picked up.

“Let’s get you on your feet, use gravity to help” I suggested as she nodded, reaching down to help her up again. She only managed to take 2 steps before she sunk back into my arms.

“Squat” she grunted, as I lowered her down. Her hands snaked under her belly to press into her pussy “head… it moved… it’s there… need… to… PUSH”

I’m behind her holding her weight right now and can’t check her over myself “just go with it if it feels right, don’t push if you don’t feel any movement… go on girl, let’s see our baby”

She gives a tepid push to see how it felt. She knew if it was painful she wasn’t dilated enough. It hurt. Our midwife said that little grunty pushes right at the end of transition would help relieve that pressure and coax her cervix open the whole way. She drew in another breath and did some small pushes.

“Unnnngh. Unnnngh. Unnnngh.”

“That’s it. Use that contraction.” I say.

She gasps after trying “nothing, no movement… mustn’t be ready”

She begins panting as the contraction subsided. “Help me stand babe” she asks. I heave her and her massive pregnant belly up. My cock is still throbbing.

“Can we fill the tub? I need some relief.” I give her a long kiss and go into our room then off to the en-suite to fill the jacuzzi tub with warm water, grabbing my phone on the way.

As the tub was filling, I tap a message to our midwife, unsure if Jane had let her know that things were happening. I get a reply almost immediately – seems she hadn’t been informed, but she assured me she was on her way.

Jane presses her hands her my lower back and slowly waddles back to the bedroom.

“Go sit down honey” I call out as she lowers herself onto the foot of the bed. She sits down and puts her hands on her belly, legs spread and tilted forward to let the belly hang.

After a while, I walk over slowly stroking my aching cock.

“Jane, open your mouth,” I murmur. She looks up at me and willingly obliges, as I thrust my cock into her wanting mouth.

She was not quite ready for the girth and length of my cock to be plunged in so forcefully, resulting in her gagging and choking, so I withdraw to the point where only my cock head is within her mouth, her lips suctioning on it like some sort of lollipop.

“That’s it baby, do what you do so well… take your mind off the pain and focus on the pleasure” I say as her head starts bobbing back and forth. Another contraction builds and she starts to pant still with my cock in her mouth the breathy puffs surprisingly erotic blowing air past my sensitive tip causing it to twitch.

“Spit it out if it gets too much” I say “don’t want you biting down and causing an injury” - I’m only a little concerned I know she has her wits about her enough to know that. Her head bobbing up and down with her nodding in response sends shockwaves as her lips slide over the bulbous area of my glans.

I’d essentially been edging myself for around half an hour at this point and I could feel things tighten up ready to explode.

She must have sensed the same thing, the twitching of my cock, the change in my breathing or whatever but she suddenly doubled up her efforts. I grab her hair and move her head with my thrusts, her saliva mixing with my own juices to leave my cock slick moving back and forth. Just as I feel myself approaching the point of no return she forcefully jerks her head back, spitting out my cock as she scrunches up her face and grits her teeth, the contraction getting too much.

I couldn’t help the next moment though as my cock streamed out another load of white cream, direct into her scrunched up face, an unfortunate coincidence which broke her concentration on focusing inward during the contraction leaving her gasping with pain.

“Shit, shit, shit…” I apologise as I jump by her side to hold onto her. Her hands grip mine and squeezed as hard as she could, holding her breath.

A few moments later the contraction passed its peak and she finally breathes again, releasing my hand.

“Sorry…” she says meekly “all came as a bit of a shock there… didn’t know what to do”

“It’s all good baby” I offer “you’re doing the work here, I’m just along for the ride”

She smiles and wipes her face as one of the drops of cum slips off her face and onto her breast.

“Does that count as belly, face and breasts” she manages to giggle.

“Hell no… give me time and I can get another load going” I grin in response “those magnificent boobs deserve their own tribute”

She cuddles into me as another contraction builds.

“Come on, on your feet quickly, the bath will be filled, let’s get you cleaned up and submerged… see if the water helps”

“Quickly??” she answers sarcastically, “I’m the size of a 747 and you’re saying quickly?” I help her to her feet in an awkward way – she’s trying to find her centre of gravity with a huge belly in front of her.

We take a few steps and she has to stop. She leans into me, panting. I move my left hand down from her arm and onto her hard belly, beginning to lightly massage in a downward motion as if to help get things moving or help her focus where to push. She tells me It feels so good. In between pants she manages to get out “Lower. My clit. My clit.”

I smile wickedly as my hand cups her swollen pussy and two fingers rub her clit hard. “Are you gonna cum for me?” I ask.

She nods her head whilst still laser focused on her breathing. As the intensity of my fingers increase so does her contraction. She vocalises loudly, almost bordering on screaming, she tells me she feels an intense orgasm build up. “Cum now,” I command as I press my fingers into her pussy.

She relaxes her muscles and lets go. Her orgasm is so intense she cannot deal with all of the sensations so just begins screaming and grunting. As the orgasm consumes her, she holds her belly from underneath and just keeps grunting. My cock is rock hard again at the performance. She flops against my body gasping as she comes down from the combined orgasm and contraction, finally allowing me to lead her to the bathroom.

I push the door open with my leg as we stumble along into the bathroom as I guide her to sit on the side of the bathtub for a second whilst we both compose ourselves. Knowing we only have likely a few moments before the next contraction I support her as she swings her leg over the side of the tub and dip it into the water. Holding her tightly I support her as she proceeds to swing her other leg in and finally I help lower her down into the water.

“That’s… that’s almost as orgasmic as what you did to me before” she smiles, rubbing her belly and sloshing the water around almost playfully. “There’s a contraction building but it’s about what… a quarter as painful… damn I should have done this earlier”

I’m smiling back as I enquire “So… water birth” with a grin.

“If it helps this much I might well do it”

I put on a pouty face “but if you do this under water, I can’t really see this little slit” (as I reach a hand between her legs and slide a finger up and down between her lips) “part open nice and wide” (as I open two fingers to part her lips) “and get you to push out our baby to my waiting hands”

She’s practically panting at both the touch and my words, the tension in her midsection reaching its peak. Her hands are rubbing furiously. She leans her head back and lets out another low groan, the pain reaching its peak and exceeding even what the relaxing sensations of the water can mask.

I take a washcloth and soak it in the tub, the warm water-soaked fabric wiping her face removing the remnants of the recent ejaculation from it. “Get in here and check me” she gasps “I think you might have moved things on after your recent success at getting me to cum”

I step over the bath and climb in, squatting down between her legs. I push one back and offer it to her hand, she grasps hold, keeping her opening exposed for me. My fingers reach in and I nod. “Yep… you might well be there… can’t feel much of the cervix… oh fuck… this is it… I think we’re ready to push!”

She’s still holding her leg bent as she takes in a deep breath and bears down.

“Push babe that’s it.” I say, still massaging her pussy to make sure she’s stretched.

She pushes down, envisioning our baby coming down into her birth canal. She says that she feels the baby is low but not low enough that I’ll be done after just a few pushes. She then takes a deep breath and pushes again.

“Good girl, push,” I say. She winces as she begins to feel the sensation of stretching and grabs my hand moving it to her clit.

“Oooooohhhhhh” she moans, breathily.

“Do you still have the contraction?” I ask. She nods quickly and I rub my thumb round and round on her puffy clit.

“Uuuuugggggnnnn,” she groan as she pushes. She’s hoping that the orgasms and contractions help her push this baby out.

“That’s my girl puuuuush.” The contraction ends and her brain focuses on her clit and the slowly building orgasm.

“I need to cum,” she whines. She’s sitting legs crossed with her belly hanging low blocking my view of my hand playing between her legs. “I need to cummm. I need to cummm.” she hum-moans over and over, almost a mantra to herself.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. Cum for me.” I say in her ear. She looks up to realize my other hand is jerking my cock to finish off the promised trifecta.

I press my thumb against her clit hard and feel her swollen pussy lips contract with her intense orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I growl in her ear. She relaxes her shoulders and clutches her belly as she screams “FUCK ME. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

She’s panting hard with her orgasm, and leans back to get an eyeful of my cock, aiming it at her chest.

“I’m gonna cover you with my cum,” I gasp.

“Cum on me baby,” she manages, breathlessly.

“Yea babe, yea I’m cumming I’m CUMMING” I shout as my balls begin to pulse and once again my cock is shooting out thick ropes of cum all over her tits and dribbling down her belly.

She screams almost simultaneously with my cumming, hands scrabbling around her crotch as she feels the skin begin to part and stretch as she involuntarily pushes. She’s at the point where there is no holding back and her body is forcing this on her.

“Push my legs back… open me up” she manages to weakly grunt out. I jump to action and grab her feet, pushing her legs back at wide angles allowing me to stare at her crotch starting to show the tell-tale bulging that’s associated with the head being held just behind her lips.

“It’s big… massage me” she gasps. My hands grab for some oils which I rub into her skin feeling the hardness of the baby lodged between her legs. My fingers are working the skin, up and down the folds, teasing the lips aside and of course, spending a little longer than is necessary around her clit. The next push has the first sign of your lips opening all on their own, but of course as she lets off the push, gasping for breath it slips back in as if nothing had happened.

“Get my vibe” she gasps as the next contraction picks up and she starts to push. I jump out of the bath, placing her legs safely to either side and she hears my wet feet slap away on the bathroom Lino as I head back to the bedroom.

I return a few minutes later from the bedroom with a small purple bullet vibe in my hands. “Ahh… the little purple pal” she grins weekly, taking a moment of rest between pushes. I scramble back into the bath and press it into her clit, turning it on.

The ripples within the water as the vibe does its thing seem to amplify the sound even though it’s underwater at this point, but it has the desired effect with her… she’s scrambling backwards in the bath trying to get some sort of purchase as she’s assaulted both inside and out, impossible to do anything but scream as she starts another push

Gasping between contractions, she says she’s feeling like she can’t get on top of the contractions to manage them and just screaming and pushing because the pressure is just too much. She says she simply can’t not push. The orgasms are helpful to redirect the pain however - the sensations in her clit feel amazing. After the next contraction ends she gets up on her knees.

“Babe I need to get out. I can’t manage these contractions in the water,” she manages, hunched over clutching her belly.

I help her out, wrapping her in a cozy robe. Her long dark hair gets tied up into a messy bun, with little curly wet tendrils hanging down. I pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead. Using the robe to get her dry I then towel myself down and get into a pair of clean shorts.

She sheds the robe and begins walking around our bedroom, both hands at the small of her back forcing her belly to stick out further. I watch as her huge tits sway she walks, her hard nipples aching for relief. Suddenly she pulls up from her pacing “Oh my god babe did you call the midwife?!?!?” she exclaimed.

“Of course I did. It will still be a while until she’s here - you are ok. Baby is ok. Let’s just keep laboring this baby down,” I say, aiming to reassure her.

She nods and continues to support her back, resuming pacing. A few minutes have gone by and she is still waiting for a contraction. She’s irritable and nervous and just wants to feel like she’s had some progress. I can read it on her face.

“Come here darling,” I summon her over to where I’m sitting on one of the chairs in our bedroom. I have dragged over a birth stool our midwife left here on her last visit. “Sit, face me,” you command.

She awkwardly manages to sit on this low stool, her belly hanging down. My hands move from her shoulder down to her tits. I pull her close to me and kiss & bite each of her nipples before taking her breasts in my hands and without being too aggressive, massage and twist her nipples, eliciting a groan of contentment from my wife. My dick instantly gets hard. “This should bring on a contraction,” I murmur to her.

Her hands hold her belly as a contraction begins to slowly build. I hear her breathing speed up. “I’m gonna keep playing with these delicious nipples. Jane, let’s get some nice big pushes going, ok?”

She nods as the contraction builds. She’s sitting in a nice wide and low stance in the chair leaning slightly forward, legs spread. As I’m squeezing and massaging her breasts she scrunches up her face and starts to bear down, with hands under her belly she’s trying to pull it up from the underside as if to make the passage more direct. She grunts and groans as the contraction peaks, my massage of her breasts resulting in milk dripping all over my hands and onto her belly.

The head does what it did last time, bulge out, I manage a slight peak of it between her lips and it slinks back in again once the pressure stops. “Good girl, go again” I say. She starts once more, soundlessly this time as she holds her breath.

“Don’t do that… breathe through it, you know you need to keep plenty of oxygen flow” I scold her. She gasps as she realises what she was doing and takes in a big gulp of air. “That’s better, keep on doing that and we’ll see our baby in no time”

“Tell me how long I should push for” she blurts out as the next contraction starts to peak and I help you along by counting from 1 to 10 slowly.

“Good girl get as many of these 10 second pushes in as you can in each contraction.”

As the next contraction builds, I grab one of her hands from under her belly, my own hands leaving off her breasts for a while as I place the hand I grabbed between her legs. Pointing 2 of her fingers as she pushes, I lead her to stroke the tiny bit of emerging head as she’s pushing, the shock of it breaks her concentration and she’s left howling though the remainder of the contraction not able to get back unto composure to push, but it has the desired effect “I could feel him” she gasps with a big grin on her face.

“Yup… our nice BIG boy” I reply, with emphasis on the size of the baby she’s carrying.

My phone beeps as we’d missed it ringing on silent. I listen to the voicemail as she’s panting away the effects of the last contraction.

“Shit, midwife’s stuck in traffic says she will be at least another 30 minutes if google traffic is accurate” I exclaim, concern evident in my voice.

“Fuck… no time for that, grab my hand, another one’s coming” she replies, too focused on the current situation to even consider any other external factors.

She braces herself for another intense contraction, squaring her hips on the birthing stool, tilting her belly forward and starts to breathe deep.

“Ok push babe,” I say as I’m answered by a moan and grunt. “That’s it good job! Keep going.”

She takes in another breath and moans with her next push. She can feel the baby’s head again at her pussy lips but after the contraction is over it slips back in.

“Come on Jane PUSH!” I shout as she pushes with all of her strength.

Nothing.

She holds her belly and tears well at her eyes as she begins to cry. “I just need to deliver this baby,”

“Shhhh. Shhh. Baby come here,” I say, kneeling down in front of her and pulling her into my embrace. I feel the sweat-soaked dampness of her skin, and the stickiness of her milk having dripped all over her tits and belly.

“You are doing an amazing job labouring this baby down. I know you’re frustrated and I want to meet him too. But we can’t go too fast; I don’t want that pretty pussy to get hurt.” As I say that, I lube up my hand with my precum and slowly massage her pussy lips.

She smile weakly at me. “That feels good,” she manages.

“What, this?” I ask, rubbing firmly and circling her clit with my thumb. She bites her lower lip and nods.

“Let me help you,” she says, grabbing my rock hard cock and giving it some long strokes. I can’t help but let out a deep moan. “I love your moans,” She whispers to me, even though she’s deep in the throes of her labour, she can’t help but play with me – perhaps it was taking her mind off things.

“Your birth sounds are making me horny as fuck. Those primal grunts and groans…” I say trailing off.

“I love when you tell me to push. Reminds me of when we play and you put things inside of me you want me to birth.”

“Jane I’m gonna cum,” I growl.

“Uh huh. I want you to cum on my tits and belly and then rub it into my pussy.”

That last sentence made me explode. I grabbed my dick and sprayed the cum on the bulging belly and tits in front of me. She begins to rub her nipples using my cum as lube. “I’m gonna play with my nipples to get another contraction going while you rub my pussy.” My cock is still rock hard watching her rubbing her hard nipples with a cum covered belly hanging low.

She breathes deeper as a contraction begins to build, and I go from rubbing her pussy to inserting 2 fingers. She begins moaning and grunting. “Push babe. Push my fingers out. Goooood job. That’s it.” She takes a quick break and goes back into it. She grunts sending all of her energy downwards into her belly and pussy. “Push again babe. Push.”

My fingers are still pressed into her pussy with my thumb twirling circles on her clit as she continues to pinch her own nipples, swaying back and forth as her contraction builds. Another strong push follows with my fingers forced out of her pussy. It’s leaking birth fluids which make my fingers sticky as I insert them once again feeling the hardness of the head right on the precipice. Once more another push, shoving my fingers out and another glimpse of the head - then she’s panting once again, the head retreating in. She growls in frustration and goes back at it again, her stamina clearly starting to waive. “I need to be wider” she pants “let me get on the bed in front of you and you need to pull my legs back nice and wide”

We scramble back onto the bed between contractions where she settles into my lap as I lean against the headboard. With her in front of me pulling her lips apart, I grab her legs and pull them back forcefully just in time for the next contraction. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and we hear the front door opening “midwife” shouts a voice from the main entrance.

“Hi Jo… we’re in the bedroom, come on in… Jane’s having a tough time of it” I yell in response to the voice that entered the house. I heard movement in the front room and then suddenly the bedroom is bustling with activity.

First to enter is our midwife, Joanne, in her 50’s she had become an independent registered midwife about 10 years back after a lot of experience in a hospital environment. Following closely behind was her eldest daughter, Claire, who worked with her mother as another registered midwife, of course the most notable point of Claire as she entered the room was the prominent bump she carried, being around 8 months pregnant herself.

The couple surveyed the room “What do we have here… all looks good, just looks like you could use a little help getting this little one out” Jo said sympathetically - Jane had enough wits about her to nod in between contractions.

Jo sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned herself to get a good view between Jane’s legs as she witnessed the head start to bulge out, her lips spreading as they had done many times so far.

Jo’s hands reached in between Jane’s legs, her fingers surprisingly chilled from just coming indoors, causing Jane to flinch. She massaged Jane’s lips as she pushed, her growling voice raising to a yell as she put more and more effort into the contraction. Claire stood at the foot of the bed staring intently, her large belly making her lean forward as she rested her weight on her spread out arms. She gave some verbal encouragement from where she was standing “Come on Jane you’re doing great, we can all see the head you’re almost there”

Jo swung an arm back in Claire’s direction and as if on cue, Claire picked up a squirt bottle with a yellow liquid inside and handed it off to her mother. Jo squirted the oil between Jane’s legs and continued her massage, slipping the slick liquid between her lips, trying to remove as much as the skin to skin friction between the baby’s head and Jane’s lips. She muttered to herself almost under her breath “that’s it, keep it up, wonderful push” as Jane worked hard.

The results were positive. This time the contraction had some visible head left after it ended. Jane is left panting with her exertions but the general feel of the room has her buoyant. Unfortunately she doesn’t have much time to rest, she’s soon back at it. “Pull her legs back Andy, give her some room” commanded Jo, which I hook my hands under Jane’s knees and pull back. Jane’s hands have once again went back to her nipples as she squeezes and grinds them between her fingers, more milk freely flowing.

Jo presses Jane’s lips back against the head to assist as Jane howls out “It burns, it burns, stop it, stop it, fuck fuck! Ow! Ow! Ow!” but Jo continues against her protests,

“It’s good that it’s burning, it means you’re stretching well, just focus on pushing into it and you’ll soon see the end of it.” As the contraction ends Jane lets out a huge sigh. Baby’s head slides back and I notice Jane obviously losing her composure.

“This baby isn’t coming Jo,” she manages to say as she struggles through.

“Jane sweetheart it is coming I promise,” Jo says, inserting her finger inside of Jane once more, pointing out that they can’t get it too far.

Jane slows her breathing trying not to panic and grounds herself back to reality. From behind her, I lean in to kiss the side of her head and slowly move to her cheeks, neck…. All of it. Jane turns her head to me and we’re kissing full-on. Deeply. Passionately. I let go of her knees and rest one hand on top of one of the knees and the other hand moves to the belly where I begin to rub it.

“That’s the way…” Jo says to us smiling. “What gets baby in gets baby out.”

“Oh we know. We had a lot of sex earlier,” Jane said, showing a bit of a smirk.

A strange lull occurs, and a full 7 minutes goes by and Jane doesn’t have any pushing contractions. “Claire can you rub Jane’s nipples? We need a big strong contraction.” Jo says.

Claire scuttles around to find a way in, and does as she is asked, completely nonplussed at the intimate contact. She rubs a little more and I suddenly feel Jane’s belly begin to harden. “Come oonnnnnnn baby!” Jane screams out loudly.

“Ok big pushes,” Jo says massaging Jane’s lips again. She draws in a breath, our eyes lock and she’s pushing. Groaning and grunting she pushes away Claire’s hands and begins playing with her own nipples to get this contraction longer and stronger.

“Good pushing” encourages Jo “keep up the nipple stimulation if it’s helping too” she adds with a wink.

As she pushes through another contraction Jo gets Claire to sit at the side of the bed facing Jane and offers Claire’s and her own shoulders as makeshift stirrups for Jane to press her feet against. Jane gladly accepts wanting the better leverage and giving her something to push back into. The baby’s head is moving more and more out but it’s definitely slow going. As the contraction comes to an end Jo helps lower Jane’s legs back down and has Claire take over guiding Jane’s pushing for the next one as she gets up and goes to the bathroom running a hot tap to make a compress to rest on Jane’s skin. Jane is barely perceiving the movement in the room as the next contraction builds and she suddenly hears Claire’s voice speaking, “That’s it Jane! Nice and strong. Show me how I need to do it soon, you’re inspiring!”

Claire is genuinely upbeat and her positive attitude is keeping Jane motivated. She looks once more at me with a tiredness obvious in her eyes “can’t wait for this to be over though” she gasps. Jo returns a few minutes (and a few pushes) later with a washcloth that had been ran under the hot water, I could almost see the steam rising from it. She gently placed it on Jane’s perineum as she flinched back at the unexpected warmth and as Jo held it in place she instructed Jane back to putting her legs on her’s and Claire’s shoulders.

Jane’s suddenly pushing again, muttering about the burning sensation as her skin is stretched to its maximum limits. “Don’t let me rip, don’t let me rip… please… help me…” she’s mumbling to the room in general, slightly delirious at this point.

“Don’t worry no big baby has gotten the better of me before and you’re not going to be the one that breaks my perfect record” chided Jo. “Now stop your worrying and do what I say… push into it woman!” Jane holds her breath and pushes her head down to her chest, going full force for the rest of the contraction.

As Jane pushes the head to its widest point she has managed yet, she gasps and stops pushing when the contraction ends. Right now burning sensation is not stopping, the head is now at the point where it isn’t slipping back. She yells out “No contraction, but it burns, it burns”

Jo nods “you’re nearly there, almost crowned… keep your focus and pant through the pain… next contraction I want to see you give it everything you’ve got to get the head crowned then you can get a few moments to rest.”

Jane nods, panting like a dog in a summer heatwave trying to focus on the words when the next contractions starts to ramp up. “Jane, easy push. You’re almost full crown, so very easy,” Jo instructs. Jo applies counter pressure Jane breathes out a low moan and a steady, controlled push. “Excellent job Janey! Little more, little more.”

Jane gasps in another breath and as the baby’s head passes a crown, she screams and pushes, finally getting the baby’s head out in one rapid shot. I swear I heard her skin twang back like an over-tight bow string as the head came out.

Jane is delirious - “I can’t. I can’t I need a break,” she says gripping her belly and panting. “Honey I can’t do anymore. I’m so tired.”

“Don’t worry babe you’ve done everything you need to for now” I reply, grinning from ear to ear as I saw the effects of head pop out over the swell of her belly. The pressure behind it forced a splash of amniotic fluid almost the full length of the bed.

Jo checks around the head for the cord and presses her finger in between Jane’s lips and the baby’s neck, teasing the cord away from anywhere it could get snagged. “Good job mummy” yells out Claire, her hands cupped around her own belly “Not long to go now and you can hug your baby”

Jo directs Jane’s hand down between her legs where you feel the shape there, her fingers finding a thick mop of hair which she teases a finger through, smiling widely as she pant to get her breath back. “Rest now, have a moment, baby’s not going anywhere quick” says Jo as she observes.

I lean forward and whisper in Jane’s ear “That stretching was so sexy, you were soooo wide. Sorry… you might have a sticky patch on your back” trying my hardest to keep the discussion between us, but Claire’s face flushing red and her eyes opening wide in shock suggest I may not have been successful.

Jane manages a weak smile upon hearing my confession. “It’s ok babe,” she says quietly.

Jane spends a moment marvelling in the feel of baby’s hair. She mentions that the feeling of having this baby both out and inside of her is wild. She moves her hands up and rubs her baby belly for what might be the last time in this pregnancy.

“I’m gonna miss the belly,” She whispers to me. My own hands come around and rub the belly from her tits down to her hips.

“Don’t worry I’ll give you another one,” I replied.

“You better,” she chuckled. I laugh and plant a kiss on her neck.

“This is so uncomfortable,” Jane suddenly announces, saying her pussy is stretched so wide, and the baby, still half inside of her is kicking.

“Do you have a contraction yet?” Jo asked. Jane shakes her head to signal no.

I go back to the tried and tested method of nipple stimulation - I move my hands from the top of Jane’s belly onto her tits. I massage them to encourage some contractions, my fingers eventually move to my nipples.

“Let’s get this orgasmic birth, ok? Will you orgasm for me?” I ask.

Jane nods, eyes still closed. “Keep working my tits,” she says.

Jane moves her hands down to her inner thighs, mentioning that sensations are beginning to build for my next pushing contraction.

I play with Jane’s nipples between my thumb and forefinger, the attention making them rock solid and engorged. Whilst Jo is fully focused between Jane’s legs to make sure that everything is progressing as it should, Claire’s eyes are left to drift towards my hands moving back and forth. I absentmindedly wonder if she will take any of this on board when she comes to give birth, and a second thought of wondering how often she has seen things like this in the intimate environments of homebirth.

Jo has supported the baby’s head since it was born and she’s still down there using gentle touch as the head rotates as it should to help make the shoulders pass easier. Jane gets the urge to push and her now well-practiced actions over the past few hours spring back into work. Thankfully the sensations are nowhere near as forced as they were before - not as much stretching and burning, but the shoulders don’t just shoot out as we had seen several times on the demonstration videos we had seen during childbirth classes.

She breathes and starts again, Jo pressing down on the baby gently to help release one of the shoulders and once again, nothing much happens. Jane is trying to focus on the nipple stimulation and the butterfly kisses I’m applying to the back of her neck to the point where it’s starting to feel good, not fully grasping that she should have a baby against her chest by now. Another push and Jo sees the problem - a nuchal hand - a small wriggling fist came poking out from between Jane’s legs.

Jo looked up and fully focused on being professional she simply announced “looks like we have a bit more pushing to go than we first expected”

“Is everything ok?” Jane asks in a panicked state, completely snapped out of her arousal.

“Yea, someone just wants to wave hello on their way into the world.” Jo said “Janey flip onto your hands and knees so we can open your pelvis some more. Andy?”

Between myself and Jo, we help Jane awkwardly roll over on our bed. The sight is something to behold - massive belly, baby halfway out, mother exhausted. “You’re ok baby you’re ok. Just focus,” I tell her. Jane is finally flipped over and she’s literally in my face nose to nose on her hands and knees waiting for a contraction.

“Baby I want….” she trails off… “I want to have my orgasmic birth.”

“Shhh, Shhh, Shhh. I know baby I know. Just relax and focus.” I say brushing Jane’s hair out of her face.

My hands go to her engorged tits which are now hanging down low, her belly behind them, and whilst the vision in front of me was this sweaty tired woman labouring hard to give birth, she looked beautiful.

She surrenders to my touch and the sensations in her pussy and belly and just closed her eyes to focus on that. My forehead rested against her as my fingers rolled and rolled over her nipples.

“Come on contractions,” She moan. After another minute she tells me she feels one coming on.

“Ok Jane let’s do some biiiig pushes,” Jo said.

“Ok,” Jane manages, quivering. “I’m feeling so many different things I’m on autopilot.”

“You got this,” I say kissing her forehead.

Jane takes in a ragged deep breath and blows it out. The contraction builds and she draws in another.

“Push Jane,” Jo commanded. She shuffles her knees are apart and angled to open her hips, and instinctually she leans back a little as if she wanted to squat.

“UGHHHHHHHH,” She grunt loudly as she pushes.

“That’s it. Push.” I offer.

She draws in another breath and bears down. This time her voice goes deeper - a growl almost.

“Good girl, push Jane,” the midwife calls. Jane announces that she feels the baby moving.

“Big push baby. Big pushes.” I say.

Between the sensations and the primal nature Jane is birthing, she bears down one more time and feels an almost electric current running through her clit.

The baby is slowly coming out more, and between the nipple stimulation and her hearing me tell her to push, she simply lets go and lets her body do what is natural.

The most intense orgasm rips through her body, she’s unable to hold back.

She lets out a breathy moan and eventually it turns into her moaning “come,” and that’s when I realise that she is orgasming.

“That’s it baby let it go” I encourage her, I feel her hands shaking as the orgasm surges through her. Her moans turn to whimpers as she feels every fraction of inch of the baby move through her pussy into Jo’s waiting hands.

Finally after hours of effort Jane gives a final grunt as our baby’s chest, hips, legs and finally feet are pulled out of her.

Claire clapped almost ecstatically “Whoa mamma you did well, that’s one big baby”

Jane rolls back over to be handed our baby to her chest. “You’ve had a long day as well as me” Jane coos at our son, the post orgasm high keeping her elated. Jo grabbed some towels and rubbed the baby down resulting in a mewling cry. The baby was measured to be almost 10 pounds, and thankfully Jo remained her perfect ‘no tear’ record.

A short while later, as Jo was writing up her notes Jane reclines, nursing the baby.

“Thanks” I say to Jo and Claire. Jane pipes up “Same time next year?” - she is still sitting there with a beaming smile on her face.

Jane lays back in euphoric exhaustion as our son nurses half asleep on her chest. Jane says contractions are still rolling in, but Jo and Claire advise that’s probably just the uterus getting ready for the placenta to detatch.

After 15 minutes when the cord stops pulsing I clamp and cut the cord and our son is handed off to Jo for some more exams. I stand in awe of our new child, watching Jo do her checks while Claire helps Jane get tidied up.

“Still contracting?” She asks as she rubs Jane’s belly hard.

“Yea, but they’re not as painful,” she replies. As she massages Jane’s belly, waiting for the placenta to detach, Jane says she feel like Claire is constantly touching something heavy.

“Ouch. Claire, I feel something giving me pressure,” She says rubbing her belly around the area of her cervix.

“It’s your placenta dear,” she says “let’s see if we can get you some harder contractions, play with your nipples”.

Jane doesn’t need to be asked twice of course and reaches up to rub and pull at her aching nipples. I feel a contraction build after about 30 seconds, “OK give a push” asks Claire.

Jane draws in a breath and give a small push. Claire feels around Jane’s belly and looks concerned.

“What is it?” Jane exclaims, somewhat worried. This caught my attention, so I come back over.

“I’m going to go in and check your cervix, OK?” Claire advises, sliding her fingers inside.

Jane winces as it is incredibly uncomfortable. Claire’s feeling around Jane’s cervix and grabs her stethoscope.

“Jane, it’s twins. That’s a head,” she exclaims.

Jane’s jaw drops at Claire’s revelation. Jo looks up from writing her notes and looking over the baby with a similar expression.

“Can’t be” Jane gasps… “we had a scan… several… only seen one baby there.” She winces and grabs her belly as a contraction builds. Jo stops what she is doing and heads back over.

“Sneaky little things are babies… all it takes is one hiding behind another and you miss it… focus on one during an ultrasound and you might not realise there’s two there… isn’t an exact science”.

Jane groans “no shit Sherlock” as she starts to push once again, her head moving back to her chest.

The commotion in the room isn’t lost on the baby who is now crying in the corner of the room where Jo had been fussing over him. I grabbed him and held him close to my chest, rocking and shushing him. “Looks like you have a little sibling coming” I say quietly. Jane glances up from her pushes with wide, pleading eyes.

“We…we don’t have stuff for a second baby…” Jane blurts out but is soon pushing again unable to stop, her bodies need going above all else right now.

I’m smiling myself trying to keep her calm “we can worry about that later… right now, you need to focus on our new little bundle of joy.” I move in close so I’m almost touching Jane’s ear so only she can hear then whisper “and I get to see you stretch all over again, its like I’m going to have two Christmases this year.” With a shudder, I can see Jane appreciated the thought.

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Lilac Lace | k.mg (M)

genre ➳ roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.

pairing ➳ roomate!Mingyu x female!reader

warnings ➳ profanities, too much domesticity even tho they ain't dating, lots of awkward convos? yn is horny af, pinning, kissing, an underwear thief 👀, male masturbation, yn spies on him 😳, size kinkkk, dom!Gyu, panty sniffing, fingering, dirty talk, female oral, massive dicc mingyu, titty sucking, marking, unprotected sex(don't do this irl), virgin sex(surprise?), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare.

word count ➳ 6.8k

synopsis ➳ without much options left on your hands, you become Mingyu's roommate. things take a wild turn after a few weeks.

A/N: This was supposed to come out on the 6th but we all know the news regarding wonwoo(may his mom rip) so it was only right to postpone it. A late happy birthday to dear Mingyu. Ik the banner is shitty so let's just ignore it. As always, let me know your thoughts and I'll retire to my penthouse in hell <3.

"I mean it's the opportunity of a lifetime man. Why are you hesitating?" Seokmin groans in frustration from beside as you sit and stare at the cafeteria table as if burning holes into it will bring you answers.

"I know it is!" You cry. "I just— I don't know...I've never lived with a guy before. What if he's messy? What if he doesn't clean up after himself? What if he stinks?"

Jeonghan sighs exhaustedly from opposite you, rubbing his hand frustratedly over his face. "Everyone on this campus knows how clean and neat Mingyu keeps his house! Is that really your concern?"

No, it actually isn't.

The concern is that you have a teeny tiny crush on Kim Mingyu. And you're not sure if rooming with him will help this fleeting feeling. But it's also true that you've never been roommates with a guy before. You've lived by yourself ever since you got into college no matter how much your parents forbade you. It was until last week that your landlord abruptly announced that he was going to sell the whole building, giving you two weeks to pack your things and move out.

It doesn't help that it's the middle of the senior year and all the dorms are completely booked. It will take months to get an empty room if you are lucky. And the prices of one-bedroom apartments, even studio apartments near your campus are astonishingly high and way out of the budget for a college student with limited funds like you. So when Jeonghan announces that Mingyu has a spare room in his apartment and doesn't mind a roommate, in fact, is looking for one, the idea definitely tempts you. But your feelings make you think twice.

What if he's noisy? What if he brings a different girl over each night? It is no news how the whole campus crushes on Mingyu's extremely blessed visuals, height, body, mannerisms— the list will go on. Everybody, including you, agrees that they've never seen a person as perfect as him. Which makes it all harder to share a house with him.

But you don't have the luxury to ponder over it because you have about five days until your stupid landlord kicks you out. The best option you have now is to stay with Mingyu until you've found another solution.

"You know you're lucky." Seungkwan pouts, sipping on his iced americano. "Mingyu's house is one hell of a place, trust me. And you get to stay there paying half the rent. I'm jealous of you. I lived there so you can take my word. I can't believe that beanpole kicked me out just because I left tangerine peels on the coffee table once." He mutters under his breath, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. "That was because you didn't pay rent, idiot."

The younger man glares at him, pinching his arm as Jeonghan groans in pain, making you roll your eyes at their antics.

"You know what," you sigh, finally arriving at a conclusion. "I'll take the offer."

Sharing a house with Mingyu proves to be an extreme sport. The sport being 'try not to fall for the husband material of a man he is.'

Like, the man is the epitome of perfect. It has been a little less than a month since you've moved in and the way Mingyu has been treating you is definitely not good for your heart. You thought they didn't make guys like this anymore but here he is, respectful, polite, neat and handsome as fuck.

The day you moved in, you had arrived to see his apartment clean and pristine, not a speck of dust anywhere as you marveled at how beautiful the place was. It was sleek, modern and spacious; something very few college students got, especially with the amount of money you agreed to pay. He later told you the landlord is a close friend of his family so he offered this place to them at a minimum price.

Mingyu had settled in the master bedroom so you took the second spare bedroom without hesitation. Though your room is a bit smaller than his, it's still spacious, having enough room to fit all your stuff that you brought in two pieces of luggage.

Mingyu had some ground rules established and you were more than happy to follow them. Clean after yourself, do not enter each other's room without permission, if you're having people over let your roommate know beforehand. These are no issues; you are actually glad because you hold the same mindset and it sets boundaries.

The issue, however, is the way Mingyu walks around the house half naked. You were first blessed (tortured) with the sight one morning, on a weekend, when you had just woke up and stumbled into the kitchen looking like a little gremlin to make yourself a coffee. As you downed a glass of water, he appeared from his room, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of Mingyu's perfectly sculpted, taut chest and biceps made you choke on the water as he rushed closer to you, asking what was wrong with a worried look on his face. You literally ran from him, seeking refuge in your room where you stayed locked up all day to recover from the harrowing memory.

Another issue is how kind and helpful he is, diving the chores evenly, cooking every night, helping you with your papers whenever you were stuck, helping you reach the top shelves when you were looking for something.

Right.

It was no news how tall he was but whenever he'd appear next to you, you would feel like a microorganism, his immensely bulky form towering over you. He didn't hesitate to tease you, making harmless jokes about how tiny you are which sent your heart racing and face burning.

Maybe the only imperfect thing about him was his clumsiness but honestly, you find it endearing. It makes you adore him even more; how he completely forgets how giant he is and bumps into things, how he often drops utensils while cooking and then picks them up with a sheepish smile. It all makes your heart race.

Your roommate, Kim Mingyu, his simple existence makes your heart race.

Like right now, as you watch him stir fry the shrimp for the fried rice he's making, wearing a sleeveless tee that shows off his ungodly thick biceps. You are supposed to be studying, your laptop and notes sprawled out on the coffee table but your eyes keep wandering over to him, how his biceps bulge whenever he grips the pan as he hums a tune, too lost in his own head to notice your stare. Swallowing, you reach for your water bottle beside you for the nth time, trying to quench the thirst that water will not satisfy. You wonder how it'd feel to be wrapped around those humongous arms and you desperately wish he'd just pick you up and throw y—

"You're not hungry yet are you?" He suddenly questions, making your eyes widen as you snap out of your thoughts and quickly avert your eyes like he can read the scandalous thoughts going through your mind. "Um- n-no. No, I'm not."

He smiles, "Good. I'm planning on making some stir fried tofu. Your favorite."

"Thanks, Mingyu." You offer him a kind smile, trying not to stare at his arms or broad shoulders as he busies himself again.

That night, long after you have gone to bed, you toss and turn, trying hard to sleep which never comes. Your body is tired but your mind isn't, probably because you are still thinking about how much you want to be dicked down by Mingyu.

When you realize you won't be able to sleep this way, you get out of bed and pad towards the dining room to get yourself a cool glass of water. You don't bother turning on the light as there is sufficient light coming not only from the outside but also from the small led bulb above the kitchen counter.

As you gulp down the cool liquid, a tiny sliver of light catches your attention and you realize it's coming from Mingyu's bedroom. It's nearly one am but Mingyu has a habit of staying up late and finishing his work, so it doesn't come across as a surprise. However, as you set the glass down and start heading back to your room, a noise alerts you, making you stop in your tracks.

You remain still, holding your breath and focusing on the sound which doesn't return for a while. Just when you're about to decide you heard wrong, it floats through again and you hear it clearly this time.

A moan. A deep, throaty moan.

Shit.

Your eyes widen as you realize what that must mean. A civil, well-mannered person would ignore it and give him his privacy but you're none of that so you start tiptoeing towards Mingyu's room. All types of thoughts race through your mind. Did he bring a girl home? But he didn't mention anything and neither did he go outside. This leaves one possibility: he's pleasuring himself.

As you stand right by his door, your ears on alert, the sounds become much clearer and you rub your thighs subconsciously. The little gap between the door and the doorframe is not enough to see what's inside so you take a deep breath and decide: fuck it.

Without much thinking, your shaky hands move, praying he doesn't notice as you push the door ever so slightly as it creates barely a one-inch gap. Small but enough for you to peek in. Which you do.

Mingyu lies in his bed, his back resting against a bunch of pillows as half lays there. But that is not the cause of your concern. The issue is how he's half naked, his pajamas bunched around his knees as his cock stands up proudly. Eyes closed tightly in bliss, his hand fists around the flesh of this length, up and down repeatedly as soft grunts slip from his lips.

Your throat dries up.

But you have yet to see, you realize, as your eyes shift over to his other hand in which lies a small piece of clothing. With your life in your hands, you move even closer to the door and squint, holding your breath. When he shifts and opens his fist, you realize what the material is.

It's your underwear.

Your. Underwear.

It's your favorite lilac purple underwear with lace seams. The one that went missing a couple of days ago. You thought you had somehow misplaced it but looks like you are wrong because your roommate has it.

But that's not the concern.

Mingyu is jerking off to your fucking underwear.

What the actual fuck?

And there's more in store for you as Mingyu's hands move to bring your panty towards his face and absolutely mortified, you watch with bated breath as he holds it over his nose and takes a deep inhale.

Your legs nearly give up.

Like a shameless, horny bitch you stay rooted to your spot and watch as Mingyu's moans increase in pitch, his hands moving faster on his cock, eyes tightly shut and your panties on his face. The erotic sight has your pussy leaking.

It is the epitome of filth and sin. Nothing can company to how vulgar yet erotic this feels. Half of you just want to barge in and jump on top of him, make him help you with the ache between your legs while the other half wants to run to the north pole, never wanting to face this man again.

A particular deep groan jolts you out of your head as you watch your roommate reach his climax, his deep moans echoing in your ears as his body slightly arches off the bed, thick spurts of cum flying out of his large cock.

And then silence.

Mingyu lays on his bed, a hand over his head as he catches his breath while you do so on the other side of the door. It's like you've run a marathon. Beads of sweat shine on your forehead as your heart rings loudly in your ears, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core.

You need to leave now if you don't want to get caught snooping.

The little sensible part of your brain hisses at you, making your feet move as you carefully, shakily, tiptoe back into your room, your throat now dryer than it originally was.

For the next few days, you avoid Mingyu like plague. You know how crazy you look, how obvious it is but you can't help how your mind displays the sight of his naked body whenever you see his face and how your pussy starts throbbing. At first, Mingyu brushed it off but now he looks at you with concern and you feel extremely bad.

But what do you say to him?

Hey, I snooped on you like a creep as you jerked off and also, do you mind returning my favorite panties?

"_____?" Mingyu snaps his fingers in front of your as you blink and look at him, realizing he's been calling you for a while. "You okay?"

"Uhm- yep!" You manage the fakest smile. Mingyu's face falls, "Stop lying. You've been so weird the past few days. Did I do something wrong?"

Oh god.

"No! No, not at all," you immediately clarify, feeling guilty. "I just—" you stare helplessly at his face. "I just have a lot on my mind right now." You whisper making him sigh.

He says nothing for a while and you expect him to scold you or something but he just says. "Okay. How about a movie tonight? It'll help you get your mind off of the things you're so worried about."

The expectant and puppy-eyed look he gives you breaks your heart and you know you'd rather die than say no to that face. So you let out a defeated sigh and grit your teeth. "Okay."

"Great!" He grins excitedly. "I'll make some pasta! You can choose the movie!"

It's nine pm when you two sit down with your food and start the movie. It's a studio Ghibli movie, one you've watched many times but you don't mind watching a few times more. You two sit on the couch, maintaining a certain distance from each other, watching the TV screen in silence as you stuff your face full of the pasta. Like always, Mingyu's cooking is exceptional and you devour the food within the first ten minutes. All this thinking and worrying had you starving the entire day. As you refill your plate Mingyu gives you a happy smile seeing you enjoy his cooking.

Ten more minutes later your belly is full and your plate is clean like Mingyu's and you two sip the red wine in silence. You haven't been able to pay much attention to the movie, instead, feeling hyperaware of his proximity and how you can smell a faint whiff of his musky scent.

It does things to you.

Very very bad things.

Shifting in your seat, you try to push those thoughts away but they come back in stronger, bigger waves, making you want to bang your head against the wall in frustration. There's no way you can live like this. You'll go crazy or die from a heart attack.

Huffing, you chew on your lower lip and try to concentrate on the movie playing, your eyebrows unknowingly shaping into a frown which Mingyu seems to notice.

"You okay?" He asks making you blink a few times. "Do you feel sick or something?" He questions, genuinely concerned. You sigh, rubbing your temples and murmuring a 'no' which doesn't do much to convince Mingyu as you can feel his stare burning into your skin.

An awkward, tensed silence settles as the volume from the TV fades into the background due to the stillness in the air while you try to avoid Mingyu's gaze and focus hard on the floor. But you can only do that for so long before growing restless. So, without much thinking, you throw caution in the air and meet his eyes.

"Have you...by any chance seen my underwear? It's lilac in color. I can't seem to find it." Half of you feel unequivocally mortified at how bluntly you asked the question while the other half patiently waits for his answer, eyeing his reaction carefully.

And it is something that you expected. A tiny hint of red appears in his ears as he watches you with wide eyes, stuttering, "I- um, n-no I haven't. I- I'll keep an eye out though."

Disappointed, you only nod, "Okay."

"Is that what has been bothering you all day?" He asks tentatively.

"What? No!" Now it's your turn to feel embarrassed. "I just- I just suddenly remembered it..."

"I see." He watches you cautiously for a few beats before setting his eyes back on the TV screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you take a look at him and you realize he is thinking hard. Unlike before, there's a little frown on his face, his focus not on the movie but somewhere deep in his thoughts.

You desperately wish he'd make a move, say something, do something. It doesn't make sense for him to jerk off to your underwear unless he feels a special way about you? Or...is this a bad, perverted habit of his? Does he steal any woman's underwear and jerk off to it?

"Mingyu?" You call for him, the thoughts racing in your head finally exhausting you and paired with the little liquid courage in your blood you ask. "Can be honest with me?"

You don't miss the look of panic that flashes across his face. "Sure."

"Do you... do you like me?" It's embarrassing to say it out loud, so much that you want to cringe into yourself and disappear forever. Maybe he actually doesn't like you and you are getting ahead of yourself. Now that you've laid out all your cards, dread swims through your every vein but there is no going back.

"W-what?" He half chokes.

"Do you like me?" You repeat, voice softer this time, your eyes pleading with him silently to say yes, to assure you that you haven't made a fool out of yourself. Except he doesn't say anything but gapes at you like you've grown another head on your shoulder. Disappointment starts to settle in your bones but you decide you won't go down like a coward.

"Because...I like you. I like you...a lot Mingyu." You whisper, eyes straying from him in shyness.

There. You've done it.

You should probably start looking for a new place to live.

"____..." He breathes your name softly, his voice a little shocked as if he didn't just expect you to say that. Hell, you didn't expect to say that.

"____," he starts again, clearing his throat as you mentally prepare yourself for a rejection. You have half a heart to interrupt him and run but you decide to hear him out before doing something more stupid. "I- I like you too. I really like you."

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Waiting for him to say it's a prank, waiting for you to wake up from this dream because there is no way—

"W-what?" You choke.

Mingyu turns shy under your gaze. "I-...yeah. I like you...too."

"Why- why didn't you tell me!" Your voice is incredulous.

"Because I didn't know that you liked me too!" He defends. "I didn't want to confess and then make it uncomfortably for you to stay here. I...I don't know. I just thought you didn't like me back."

"I'm literally crazy about you, you know..." You whisper bashfully. "I have had a crush on you since the junior year...like every other girl."

Mingyu snorts. "Well, I've had a crush on you since you moved in. God, you're just so... adorable. I saw you dancing in the kitchen in those skimpy shorts you wear one morning while making pancakes and...I just fell for you."

"Oh my god." You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment making Mingyu laugh. "You saw that!" You whine, embarrassed.

"Yes. I did." He shuffles closer to you to pry your hands off your face and offers you a sweet smile, one that displays his canines. Your heart starts racing and you have this desperate urge to feel his lips against yours and just thinking about it makes your toes curl. So you whisper, eyes focused on his lips. "Will you kiss me, Mingyu?"

He looks surprised for a second before he grins cockily, "With pleasure," and then captures your lips in a kiss. They melt against his soft flesh perfectly as he takes his sweet time, kissing you softly, passionately while his other hand cups your jawline to tilt your head.

Soft sighs of pleasure release from your lips as your hands bunch the fabric of his t-shirt in a tight grip. Mingyu pulls back for a second, locking his eyes with yours and the desire blazing in them has you embarrassingly wet. Desperate to feel him again you dive back in for another kiss, this one stronger and needier as you chase his tongue in desperate motions. His tongue wraps around yours, waltzing together and the sheer messiness of the act, the subtle taste of wine on his lips, the string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his, all have you desperately rutting on the couch. This is your wildest dream and it is coming true.

"Mingyu..." You pant. "I n-need you."

He smirks. "You do baby? Where?" He softly trails his lips on your cheek before they hover over your ear. "Where does my pretty roommate need me?" He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear, making you whine softly. "I-inside me."

He hums, satisfied, grabbing a little flesh of your neck between his teeth and sucking. "Then let's take this to the bedroom shall we?" He doesn't wait for your reply, instead latches his arms underneath the back of your thighs and lifts you, his feet quickly moving towards his bedroom where he drops you on the bed rather unceremoniously, hastily starting to take off his tee.

Biting your lip, you watch him with dilated pupils and bated breath as his sculpted figure comes into view. He's extremely large and bulky, in all the right places which does not come to you as a surprise because you know how much of a gym rat he is. But seeing his protruding, firm muscles without any barrier for the first time has your throat dry, pussy wet and size kink shooting up the roof.

You really want him to throw you around like a fucking ball.

Mingyu watches you watching him hungrily and with a cocky smirk, he lets you enjoy the view for a while before he reaches for your shirt. "Let's take this off, hmm?" You can only nod as you help him with the act and as soon as your top half is bare, his lips lock with yours once more, his hands traveling towards your breasts to cup them in his palm gently. Your body arches, moving towards his touch as he hums in satisfaction, massaging your soft flesh and kneading them in his large hands. When he's had enough of your lips, his mouth ventures downwards, following the column of your neck and then your collarbone before stopping on your tits. He latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks hard, not breaking eye contact with you as you let out a high pitched moan.

"Aghhh!"

Seeing your response, he sucks harder before softly nipping around the sensitive bud and then moving onto your other breast, doing the same. Your hands tangle in his hair as you hold him against you, hooded eyes watching him devour you like you're his last meal.

When he's done marking your chest, he pulls back to watch your heated face; your hair a mess, temples coated with a sheen of perspiration, struggling to catch your breath before his hands work on removing your leggings. He tugs them off at once and the grin displaying on his face lets you know just how excited he is to see you clothed just in your panties. He inches his face towards your thigh where he presses soft slow kisses before tugging the flesh between his teeth. His lips move from the top of your thighs to your inner thighs where he increases the intensity of his ministrations before finally stopping on your clothed core. Taking a quick peek at your face and holding your gaze he traces his lips over the fabric of your underwear as arousal seeps from your core. His hands skim over your legs, his fingertips leaving tinglings in their wake before they reach to tug your panties.

"Wait- uhm!" You suddenly stop him, a thought occurring to you, voice shaky for no particular reason. Mingyu's brows furrow in concern as he retracts his hands but you quickly reach for them and whisper. "Uhm...just be gentle. This is...my first time."

His eyes widen like saucers making you cringe. Did you ruin the mood? Is he going to laugh at you? Unable to withstand his stare you hide your face in your hands, murmuring. "Don't look at me like that." Your voice is meek.

He clears his throat. "No! Uhm- I'm just surprised." He murmurs. "I mean, you're so hot and I thought...I don't know..." His voice fades as you take a peek at him through your fingers and you can see a blush coating his face. How can a man be so adorable and hot at the same time?

"You think I'm hot?" You can't help but tease.

"You're realizing that now?" He rolls his eyes. "Of course you're hot." He says it like it's the most obvious thing ever. There's a small moment of silence as you fidget, waiting for him to say or do something as you feel something unsaid hanging in the air. "Well..." He scratches the back of his head. "If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time too."

Your jaw hits the floor.

No way.

There is no way Kim Mingyu—

"You're kidding."

"Wish I was."

His solemn and somewhat embarrassed look tells you he's fully serious and let out a small, unceremonious noise of shock.

"I can't believe you haven't stuck your dick in something yet." You murmur, voice laced with disbelief as you gape at him. He flinches at your words. "That's one way to put it. I just— I don't know. It just didn't happen. I was this close though one time. Like, my pants were literally off and so was this girl's but just as we were about to start her brother barged in—"

"Oh." You interrupt, not really interested in hearing his failed attempt at having sex.

"Yeah, you get the point." He mumbles, cheeks tinted pink. "Can we...return to what we were doing?"

"Y-yeah. Sure." You chuckle breathily, the tingling sensation returning on your skin. Mingyu smiles as he shuffles closer to you and presses a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. "Just relax. I'll take care of you." You nod mindlessly as you hum and chase his lips, his addictive taste leaving you craving for more. So once again your lips tangle in a messy kiss and your hand hovers over the waistband of his shorts. Bravely, you tug at them and it captures Mingyu's attention as he retracts his lips from yours and gives you a lazy smile. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Please." You only beg.

He chuckles softly, a look of adoration on his face as he gives your cheek a peck that makes your heart dance happily. "All in good time, my love. Let's get you prepared first."

You swallow, watching him take off your panties which now have a damp spot in them and toss it behind him. His eyes stay glued to your core and you're about to close your legs out of embarrassment when he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. "Be a good girl." His eyes shine dangerously, his gravelly voice going straight to your pussy and you have half a heart to just jump on his dick.

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pops a couple of his digits into his mouth, making a show of licking them which makes you lick your dry lips. Once his fingers are covered in his spit he moves them towards your pussy, gently stroking your lips, eyes never leaving yours, looking out for any signs of discomfort. "Tell me if it hurts." He murmurs softly rubbing your entrance before inserting one finger inside and immediately you fall back on the bed, a low groan leaving you.

"Good?" He asks.

"Mhmm. S-so good." You sigh, bunching his sheets in your hands. Humming, Mingyu inserts a second finger before starting to move the two digits in tandem, curling them inside you and stretching your walls slowly. You continue to moan loudly, the feel of his fingers inside your velvety walls driving you mad. His name slips from your lips in lustful pants as he continues scissoring his fingers inside you, sometimes locking his eyes with you, giving you a look that tells you he wants to eat you alive.

Once you adjust to two fingers inside you, he pushes in a third, increasing his pace so much that you feel dizzy and taste your orgasm. "M-mingyu...make me come... please."

"I will." He promises before attaching his lips to your clit. "Fuck!" You scream as his lips come in contact with your swollen bud, legs thrashing around him. He flicks his tongue around your clit while working his fingers inside you and when he decides to pull the sensitive flesh of your clit between his teeth, your orgasm crashes you. Toes curling, you let out a wail as you feel the pleasure coarse through your veins, only intensified by his relentless sucking on your clit.

When you can't take anymore, you half-heartedly try to pry him off of you. "Mingyu... I can't." He only hums, giving your clit one long suck before pulling back and sitting on his knees, a proud smile on his face, lips coated with your arousal.

He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself and feel his fingers deep inside your wet cavern. You moan around his digits, the dark look in his eyes setting sparks throughout your body. Once his fingers are clean he pulls you upwards, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He devours your face, your teeth and tongue clashing and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. His boner pokes into your lower belly, distracting you as you pull back from the kiss to take a look at him.

There's a tent on his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his thick length which sends shivers down your spine. Instinctively, your hands reach for his member, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

"Can I fuck you raw?" His blunt, abrupt question leaves you flustered.

"I was hoping you'd do that."

"Fuck, really?" He groans, closing his eyes for a second. "You're perfect, you know. And don't worry, I'm clean."

"Me too," you whisper, stealing another kiss from him. "Now t-take this off please." You whisper. He only smiles sinisterly, pushing you back onto the bed. As you get comfortable against the pillows he shuffles and pries the clothing from his hips, never breaking eye contact with you. You try, really try to hold his gaze but you can't, your eyes shifting over to the monster between his legs and you suck in a sharp breath. "F-fuck. It's huge." You blurt out.

The smuggest look settles on his face as he watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I'll make sure it fits, love." He promises and you swallow in anticipation and nervousness. Crawling over to you in slow yet confident movements, he traps you underneath him with his thick arms— literally the size of your face, planting them on both sides of your head as his large, solid chest hovers over yours, his face mere inches away from yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel his breath and you are now more aroused than ever. His sheer size and how he manages to make you feel small and helpless have you mewling. "M-mingyu hurry, n-need you." Your arms snake around his lower back, pulling him close, his dick brushing on your stomach.

"And here I thought you wanted me to be gentle." He teases with a smile, leaning down to kiss your jawline before moving back and sitting on the balls of his feet as he spits on his fingers and brings them to lube his cock. Throat parched, you watch him like an eager kid, waiting for her candy.

He teases you as he fists his length and brings it closer to your core, tapping on your sensitive clit but not giving you what you need. Whining, your hips move forward to him, trying to chase his length. "Mingyu!"

He grins amusedly, before finally lining up his length with your pussy and whispers. "Let me know if it hurts, hmm?"

You nod eagerly, sinking your fingers into his broad back, preparing yourself for the stretch. Giving you a reassuring look, Mingyu pushes in and it's heaven and hell and the same time as the pain of being stretched flickers through your body before you feel the pleasure.

"Fuck!" You scream and he's just a few inches in. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasurably so, that you don't know what to do with it. "Fuck fuck fuck-" you keep chanting as Mingyu breathes harshly above you. "You okay?"

"Y-yes. Keep going. S-slow."

And so he does, pushing himself in, inch by inch and every time you think he's fully inside he keeps on pushing. Finally, he stops and you can almost feel him inside your belly, your velvety walls stretched to their limits in the most pleasurable ways.

"So fucking tight." Mingyu hisses as if he's in pain. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around him, pulling him closer as you needily attach your lips to his. He kisses you softly, careful not to move inside you, one of his hands coming up to play with your breast as a distraction. You chase his tongue with yours, the feeling of his length inside you bringing you a different kind of high that leaves you needier for him.

"You're so wet and tight I could just come right now." The man on top of you breathes, his eyes clouded with lust and need. A weak chuckle leaves your lips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, sighing. "You can move now, I think."

Grunting, Mingyu shifts inside you, pulling back fully before thrusting inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. You whine and moan as he builds up his pace, slowly at first until his thrusts hit the most sensitive part inside you in precise movements. His hips snap into you harder as your toes curl and the bed shakes, soft whines of need falling from your mouth.

"God- M-mingyu! You're so...big." You pant, glazed eyes watching him with need. He grunts. "Oh yeah? And you're so fucking small. Makes you want to fuck you till you break, little girl."

Your pussy clenches deliciously at that. "Please do."

Mingyu scoffs, amused and aroused at the same time as he continues his ruthless pounding, his mouth coming down to your neck to paint the flesh with love bites. "Didn't know you had a size kink, love. You're so nasty I love it." He whispers near your ear making you shiver.

You want to say me neither but the way he's drilling his cock into you gives you a hard time forming a cohesive reply. Instead, your fingernails dig deeper into his back and your cries of need keep rising. "You're gonna come aren't you? Can feel you tightening around me." Mingyu pants, his stormy eyes watching you with intent.

"P-please." You whisper mindlessly. He hums, picking up his pace to the point you feel like the bed is gonna break along with your pussy as his lips hover over your breasts. He drags the plump flesh on your soft mounds, kissing them gently before wrapping his lips around your nipple and toying with it using his tongue. You moan in pleasure, the repeated flicks of his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive bud making you clench around him, a new wave of arousal seeping from your core. It only increases as he softly bites your nipple while one of his large hands moves over to your other breast, groping it and pinching the nipple between his fingers.

"Mingyu!" You cry. "Gonna cum!"

"Do it. Come around my cock. Wanna see you make a mess." He grunts, latching his mouth on the nipple that was being tortured by his hands and moving it towards your clit. His fingers rub over your swollen nub in circular motions and you feel it. White hot pleasure thrums in your veins as the coil wound tightly in your belly snaps, making your body shake as you teeter over the edge.

Mingyu feels your tight walls spasm around him and he groans. "Fuck, fuck. You're so tight I'm gonna come." His fingers don't stop playing with your clit even through your orgasm, instead brings you closer to another one as you feel it develop in your lower belly.

"Gonna c-come again," your voice is barely above a whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure your body is experiencing. Mingyu only hums and softly commands. "Do it. Come with me."

And you do. Your body almost arches off the bed as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your body experiencing another toe-curling orgasm. Mingyu comes with you, his warm seed filling you up as you ride your high, only prolonging it further. His eyes are screwed shut as he empties himself inside you and the erotic sight of him lost in pleasure makes you clench around him again even though you are extremely sensitive.

His body slumps, his weight and warmth blanketing you as you both catch your breath, his face buried in your neck. After a few seconds, he seems to realize he's crushing you with his weight so he pulls out and sags beside you, wasting no time pulling you close. You wince as you feel him drip down your pussy but you're okay with it, for now, the warmth and comfort of his arms making you forget about everything else.

You simply lie next to him, hearing him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall, his fingers dancing softly on your hipbone. When you almost doze off, he speaks, his voice gruff.

"How was it? You okay?" He supports his weight on his elbow and peeks a worried look at you. A lazy smile etches onto your face. "It was great. I'm really sore but it's worth it."

He chuckles quietly, bringing his lips onto your neck and pressing soft kisses that make you sigh in pleasure. "Mingyu?" You call for him softly, making him look at you. "Did you mean it? When you said you have a crush on me. This isn't a one-time thing right?"

He looks a little offended. "Of course I meant it. And this definitely isn't a one-time thing. I don't think I can ever live without fucking you now."

You flinch at his crude language but laugh nevertheless. "I could say the same."

"Good." He murmurs distractedly, his attention on nuzzling your neck. He seems to have an obsession with that part of your body. "Because there are so many places I want to fuck you against. On top of the list is against a wall." Your pussy seems to be wide awake and alert at his words as you chide. "Mingyu!"

You feel him smile as he presses a kiss on your forehead and then lies back next to you. "After you've recovered of course."

Humming happily, you wrap your arms around him, your face squishing against his chest. "I really like you, Gyu." You whisper.

"I really like you too, love, in case you hadn't figured it out yet." There's a hint of teasing in his voice but it's harmless and you grin like a lovestruck fool. There's a moment of silence after your confession until you remember something.

"Mingyu?" You peek up at his face. "Hmm?" His eyes meet yours.

"I think you have something to tell me."

"What?" He blinks, confused. An evil smile crawls onto your face as you speak nonchalantly. "The other day...I saw you jerking off with my panties, you know."

A look of sheer horror flashes across his eyes before his face turns red. Like he's been zapped with electricity, he flies away from you and to the other end of his bed, hiding his face in his hands. "Oh my fucking God! I swear I can explain!"

Clutching your belly, you only laugh at his reaction.

You have got the explanation you wanted.

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OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

#attack on titan fanfiction #eren x y/n #tw dubcon #bully eren yeager #bullying #toxic eren #yandere eren x reader #eren x reader

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outercrasis · 2 years

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i've come to yell about Javi, because he's been stuck in my mind for DAYS. especially just taking care of him cause that man NEEDS TO SLEEP.

hope everything is going well with you babes.

Hi bb 🥺 things have been interesting for me this past week, but I'm doing well <3 I hope things are good for you too!!

This man has also been heavy on my mind and I'm giving you a little sweet, soft drabble for him 😘 (gender neutral reader, no real warnings)

You wander out from the bedroom, one of Javi's button down shirts wrapped around your body. You'd fallen asleep in it, nose pressed against the collar for any lingering scent of him as he worked another long night. It feels as though you've barely seen him the past two weeks as he and Steve close in on a promising lead.

Half awake as you are, you don't register that the light is already on in the kitchen until you're half way through pouring a glass of water. You quickly abandon it in favor of peeking around to the living room where, to your relief and excitement, Javi is sitting on the couch.

His back is towards you, shoulders hunched down towards the coffee table. The cloud of hazy smoke around his head tells you he's awake. Most likely he got home, found that sleep eluded him still, and chose to continue working instead. He's so engrossed in it all he hasn't even heard you in the kitchen.

You make your steps louder to announce your presence, not wanting to startle him while you approach him from behind. You've both been too on edge recently for an otherwise playful scare to be taken lightly.

He turns his head towards you, eyes raking over your body, and pulls the cigarette from his lips. "What are you doing up?" he asks.

"I could ask you the same question."

You sit beside him on the couch, throwing your legs across his lap and tucking yourself into his side. You shove your nose into the crook of his neck, continuing to chase his scent as you have been all night. This is far better than his days old shirt.

Javier gestures towards the mess of files laid out on the table. "We're close, but there's something missing."

He tries to reach back out for a document but you stop his arm, pulling him back into you. "Amor–" he lightly warns.

You tuck yourself further into Javi, keeping him now firmly pinned between your body and the couch. "Take a break, baby. You'll never work it out in this state," you tell him.

He gives your hip a light pinch for that. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

You offer an apology via sweet, chaste kisses against his neck. "You know what I mean. You're exhausted and overworked. Rest and return to it, you'll figure it out then."

You can feel that he wants to fight you on this, but he sighs and relaxes back into the cushions. He must really be exhausted to give up that quickly. He repositions slightly, adjusting his hold on you before kissing your forehead. "Comfortable?"

You nod, already falling asleep again in his arms. "Mhmm."

Knowing Javier he'll be up in a few hours, pouring over his files again. You hope that he won't. You hope that for once he'll stay asleep and wake up with a crick in his neck from sleeping on the couch. You'll happily massage away that pain if it means he actually got a full night's rest for once.

#very very unbetad #and no taglist again bc im lazy #javier peña headcanon #javier peña fanfiction #witch aunt my beloved #ask tag #crasis writes

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bakubub · 3 years

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Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakusquad #mha x you #mha katsuki #bnha imagines #bakugo x female reader #mina mha

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erensproudsimp · 3 years

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Confession

Jean kirschtein x reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : You didn't want to admit your feelings to Jean in fear of losing him until tables were turned.

"I wonder how much everyone changed after all this time", you said staring at the moving landscape through the windshield.

"I'm pretty sure there's a lot to catch up with friends you haven't met since one year", Annie replied from the driver's seat.

"I bet Historia and Ymir must be dating by now", you chuckled.

"That wouldn't be much of a shocker to me to be honest", Annie added face straight at the road.

It's been one year since your friend group graduated university and because everyone was preoccupied with their individual lives, y'all didn't have the opportunity to meet up. Until today as Jean had organised a party at his mansion. The thought of his name made your face feel hot. For as long as you can remember you've always felt a certain type of way towards that horse face.

"Thinking about him huh", Annie said noticing the redness on your cheeks.

'Wha- what do you mean? No I'm not thinking of Jean", you responded frantically looking away.

" I didn't say a name though." You could see Annie smirking in the corner of your eyes.

"Don't you think it's high time you tell him about your feelings? Who knows he likes you back too and besides you two would actually make a pretty good couple looking back at how both of you were with each other," Annie suggested.

"I don't know about that, Annie, you know I fear rejection", you said dejectedly while reminiscing at the good old days when all you and Jean did was tease the hell out of each other and pull pranks with Sasha and Connie on teachers and the others.

Soon after you reached a grand gate.

"Open up horse face it's me and y/n," Annie said over the radio.

"Yeah yeah and don't call me horse face!" Jean scoffed on the microphone. Hearing his voice made butterflies errupt in your stomach. It was the first time you were coming over his house and damn the boy was rich rich as you looked at the magnificent well-kept garden enriched by a fountain in the middle face-to-face with stairs leading to the three story illuminated building.

When you reached inside, your eyes fell on Mikasa who was lounging on the couch. Shrieking you threw yourself on her, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Mikasa It's been so long!"

"Ahaha! Welcome y/n! I missed you too now stop crushing me," Mikasa coughed from the impact of your bodies colliding.

"Did someone get hurt? Why was there a scream?" Eren inquired coming from what seems to be the kitchen with Armin.

"Oh its just y/n", Armin said as you ran and jumped on him making both of you fall down laughing, "Armiiin! I missed you so much!"

"What's all this commotion about?" Connie asked revealing himself accompanied by Sasha who was savoring a pizza, a quizzical look on her face.

"Gosh I missed you guys so much! where are the rest?" you asked a tear in your right eye.

"Reiner, Berthold, Marco and Jean are setting up the projector to watch a movie and Ymir and Historia haven't reached ye-", Eren was cut off with the arrival of said people.

"Hola amigos! We have news for you all!" Ymir shouted while hugging Historia, "We're finally going out with each other!"

"Tell me why am I not surprised," Annie said as Historia blushed and Ymir just frowned at her words. Just at that moment Jean entered the room alongside with the boys making everyone invited present in the hall.

All the blood in your body rushed to your face as you saw Jean being a totally different person from last year. He grew a goatee on his face and his hair was longer too which seemed to be a mullet. He was wearing a casual grey hoodie and sweatpants yet this was so hot to you.

Your voice was stuck in your throat when you tried to say a word to him but either ways the monent the came he announced that everything was ready for the movie. He didn't even acknowledge your presence or make eye contact with you. It felt odd as you two were so close and he barely looked in your direction.

Everyone proceeded to go to the cinema hall which was located in the basement. You took your seat between Annie and Mikasa and Jean was right behind you. In a few the movie 'Attack on titan' started. Fifteen minutes in and you had already finished all your popcorn so you got up to fetch more from the kitchen. While going out you noticed that Jean and Marco were not in the hall but you choose to ignore it to go fetch your food. Right before you entered your destination you heard two voices coming from a room. You usually don't eavesdrop but the sudden mention of your name intrigued you to do so.

"It's now or never Jean who knows after how long you would finally see y/n again", you heard Marco said to Jean.

"I don't know Marco this seems like a bad decision to me", Jean continued.

"How would you know about that Jean? You think you know how y/n truly feels but you may be wrong you know ", your heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

Did this mean it was what you were thinking?

"Marco, I think it's for the best I don't tell y/n how I feel about her/them", Jean mumbled. So that's why he's been ignoring you. This confirmed your thoughts and under the shock you lost your footing pushing the door you were leaning against open. Jean saw his life flash in front of his eyes when he realised you heard what he said.

"You know what, I am letting you two alone to talk", Marco said taking his leave giving you a reassured look before closing the door behind him

You looked at Jean with soft eyes while he turned his back on you with his hand on the back of his neck. You noticed that the tips of his ears were red and before you could say anything he spoke up.

"So you heard what I said huh, would you please forget about it? I don't want to lose you because you're aware of my feelings for you", Jean said looking down with his back still facing you.

"Jean look at me", you asked him but he refused to do so which resulted in you walking to face him but he still looked away.

You grabbed his face to make him look at you. Jean was expecting you to reject him but instead you pressed your lips against his. His eyes widen at your action and he kissed you back more roughly when it hit him.

You pushed him to the bed as you sat on his lap continuing to makeout with him. His hands roamed around your body from your waist to finally grab your ass and give it a little squeeze.

You pulled back with a string of saliva connecting your mouths and looked him.

He looked at you thinking if only you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes.

"Does this mean you return my feelings?" Jean hopingly asked.

"Who kisses their best friend without feelings moron?" you smiled at him bopping his nose.

At this instant your mouths collided with each other again. Your hand reached down to peel his hoodie off his body and goddamn he was hot. You ran your petite hands against his hard muscular chest and abbs as Jean was looking at you adoringly.

Suddenly he grabbed your chin and attacked your neck with kisses. He ran this tongue on the skin while he unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your red bra. He went down from your neck to your collarbone leaving hickeys behind. A sharp pain followed by pleasure made you purr. He skilfully opened your bra with his one hand while the other was in your hair pulling it.

As your undergarment fell to the floor his jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect boobs in front of him. It felt like a blessing that he was witnessing you in this state. While he was busy gawking at you, you took his big slender hands and placed it on them. His cheeks took a bright red colour.

You grinded on his thighs feeling him getting harder. He let out a soft grunt feeling this sensation. He was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other one which made you throw your head back in absolute bliss.

Jean then advanced into helping you take off your pants leaving you in your panties. The more this man undresses you the more mesmerised he was by your figure. He slid his fingers up and down your cunt feeling how wet he made you when he barely even touched you.

"Would you sit on my face? please", Jean breathed with eyes filled with lust. You felt your clit pulsating at his request and you knew Jean could feel it too on his thigh. You nodded with your flushed face unable to say anything out of embarrassment.

He laid down on the bed as you took off your panties. Climbing on him his hands grabbed your waist guiding you right above his mouth. He ran his tongue through your folds making you lose your breath. He held you still so that you wouldn't move away while he was eating you out. He flicked your bud then inserted his tongue into and out you. You held onto the bed counter for support, your hair falling on your face.

"Jeannn", you moaned as you began riding his face. Jean was delighted let his tongue flat to let you pleasure yourself on him. Moving up and down you ravished this sweet feeling coursing through you. Soon after your legs began trembling signaling you were reaching your climax.

"Go ahead cum on my face please y/n", Jean pleaded and you did as he told. He felt your juices ran down his neck as he was savoring the taste.

"This is the best dinner of my life," he panted as you got off him. Your heart was beating so hard against your ribs as though it would come out.

You returned to your original place on his lap. You helped him take off his sweatpants watching his hard member spring free.

"Are you okay with this?" Jean asked.

"I've waited years to be able to do it so hell yeah I am," shifting yourself on his lap to make his dick right outside your entrance, you slowly inserted it in you. Feeling the neediness grow bigger Jean couldn't take it and pushed you down completely making his dick disappear in you. You bit his shoulder to help you bear with this immense pleasure.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good", Jean moaned being wrapped with your tight walls.

Pulling back from his shoulder you looked at him in the eyes as you rode him, your foreheads touching each other. Your boobs were bouncing from your up and down movement making you look so erotic to Jean. With time you picked more speed and was moving quicker. Jean was losing his mind at this. Your bodies blended into one. Jean bit his lips and grabbed your thighs so hard it was leaving marks. Your lips connected into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

"Shit y/n I'm reaching my limit"

"Let's cum together Jean"

Jean was thrusting his hips into you out of instinct. The room was filled with the heavy breathing of both of you and the dirty sound of your ass and his thighs clapping.

Your body freezed as you let everything out of you and felt Jean's hot liquid inside of you. You screamed his name against his chest. Removing his dick from you, you sat on his lap looking into each other's eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door open revealing Eren outside.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" the poor boy appologised closing the door as fast as he could.

Jean and you broke into a laughter being happy that one of two finally confessed.

End.

Thank you for reading. :)

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years

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Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (A/n- And now, I shall make it complicated)

Masterlist

Warnings- Jealousy

Chapter 2 All In a Long Weekend

Saturday

That Saturday morning, breakfast had been done a tad earlier than usual, and afterwards, Emma had stayed back in the kitchen, packing a picnic while Keanu oversaw the children as they got ready for the day's beach trip. Matt and Poppy had been raving about their trip to Malibu for the past two weeks, asking every night before bed if they'd still be going. Each time, Emma had assured them that unless it rained, they were certainly going.

"You look excited," an older woman came up beside Emma, setting down some sodas into the cooler, just as Emma continued preparing sandwiches for the container that was set to be packed into the woven basket. She and Zelda, despite the fifteen or so years between them had become fast friends, always eager to help each other out when possible. The older woman was also sometimes keen of giving Emma little snippets of advice that she thought my be helpful; never go into Keanu's office when he had the door shut, don't give the kids ice pops inside and possibly the one that had saved her the most trouble, always check the allergy list that Keanu had stuck to the fridge before making the kids something new.

Beaming absently at her comment, Emma carried on with her task, making cheese and turkey sandwiches; a favorite among Keanu and his kids, "I am, it's been a while since I've been to the beach, and even if I'm still working, it's gonna be fun." Closing up the Tupperware, Emma set it in the basket, moving on to prepping snacks, just as Zelda started on some frozen treats for the sizable cooler. In retrospect, it might have seemed like a lot, but when you were having a day trip with kids, it was best to prepare for anything. "Plus, it'll be nice to spend some time together, just the four of us."

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Zelda paused for a minute, "Five dear," she corrected, a little shocked when Emma didn't understand what she meant.

Certainly, Keanu must have told her!

But really, he hadn't.

Just as Zelda was about to explain though, the sound of the front door opening and shutting, followed by a very loud, and an annoyingly exuberant; "Darling!" After that, it wasn't long before the sound of heels clicking against the floor drew nearer, and out of the long hallway emerged a woman, tall, blonde and just as famous as Keanu.

"Sweet-" Upon seeing the pair, the Miranda Riley, former Victoria Secret model and world famous actress, stopped in her tracks, scrunching her perfectly straight nose as if she'd smelt something terrible, "Oh," her made up face fell, "Its you; Zora and…….the new one."

A little annoyed by her obviously snooty behavior, Emma opened her mouth to speak up, "Actually it's-" Though, when Zelda grabbed her arm, squeezing warningly, she shut up immediately, sealing her lips tightly.

Though, it didn't really seem like any of it greatly affected Miranda, especially when Keanu jogged into the room from the other hall, still bare foot while his worn out t-shirt was soaked at the front, probably from herding the twins into a bath. "Mandy," he grinned, and Emma swore it was stiff and forced. Maybe it was just her imagination though, cause with barely any hesitation, Keanu was taking the woman in his arms, holding her in a more than friendly hug before planting a lengthy kiss on her deep, ruby lips, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face.

The world seemed to slow down as the entire scene unfolded before her; the way he held her, looked at her when they pulled away to speak. A soft, pained gasp seeped past her lips and Emma wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when Miranda walked into the house, but she did know that the last thing she’d predicted was that it would hurt so much. Her lungs were set ablaze and a similar sensation prickled at her eyes. Rage, betrayal, jealousy, Emma couldn’t tell which it was, but she did know that she wanted to run out of the room and not have to face Keanu for the rest of the day. Hell, maybe even the rest of the month.

Slowly, as if she were just coming up from being submerged in an ice cold bath, Emma brought herself back to the moment, raising her gaze when Keanu sought to introduce them, “Mandy, you remember I told you about Emma, our new nanny.” That was what she was, the nanny; the woman who took care of his kids, nothing more. Even if quieter moments had suggested otherwise. The tension, the long stares and innocent touches that thrilled her nerves, they meant nothing to Keanu. “And Em, this is my girlfriend, Mandy.” Well that didn’t feel like a bullet to the chest at all.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the smile that she plastered on her face was probably the hardest one she’d ever managed, and when Emma offered her hand, it wasn’t difficult to miss the flash of disgust that crossed Miranda’s pale features. Never meet your heroes, they said. For as long as Emma had known herself, Miranda had been an icon in the fashion world, she was well connected, and had set most of the trends that Emma had her friends had desperately wanted to mimic in their teens. It was her, among other inspiring names in the fashion world that had prompted Emma to go to a design institute and not a conventional college. But right then, she might have been happier going back to a time where she’d never crossed paths with Miranda.

Hesitating before offering Emma a toothy, winning grin, Miranda took her hand, shaking quickly over the counter before letting it go again, “Mmm, yes, it's…….nice to meet you too, Emily.”

“Emma,” she corrected, having to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t say anything more. The last thing she’d want was to lose her job after telling off her boss’s out of touch bitch of a girlfriend.

“Right,” Miranda appraised her look, a bright blue sundress, raising an impressed brow, probably only complimenting her to appease Keanu, “Cute dress.”

Before Emma could speak up, Keanu interjected, “She looks lovely doesn’t she? Made it herself,” he didn’t seem remotely aware of the heaviness in the room, or the way Miranda clenched her jaw when another slew of praises for Emma left his lips, “She’s so talented, Poppy is already roping her into making princess dresses for Halloween,” he chuckled, shaking in his head.

After another minute spent gritting her teeth, Miranda sought to change the topic, clearly having had her fill of Keanu’s pride in his nanny, “Where are the little ones anyway? It's nearly ten, we’re going to be late.”

With that, Emma’s head snapped towards Zelda, who'd opted to finish the cooler and snacks in silence, so she wouldn’t have to endure any of the painstaking conversation, “She’s going?” She whispered when Keanu and Miranda weren’t looking, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Yeah,” she nodded, barely looking as Emma when she followed her to the fridge, while Keanu and Miranda spoke, or rather, canoodled in hushed tones, "I feel like I should have told you he has a girlfriend," Zelda paused, just after reaching for a half filled carton of strawberries.

"Ya think?" Emma hissed, glancing backwards at the couple, feeling her heart pinch at how lovey dovey they were. She could have sworn there was something between herself and Keanu. "How hard was it to say 'Hey Em, you know our boss has this girlfriend, and she's like, a total bitch.' What the hell does he even see in her anyway?"

"She's tall and gorgeous?" Zelda shrugged casually, "Look, I don't get it either, but he loves her, they've been together for almost two years and I think she's convinced him to go public by the end of this year." Her face fell at Emma's troubled expression, reaching out to rub her shoulder sympathetically, "I see the way you look at him, and if there's something between you two, then……and I don't mean this harshly at all, maybe you need to back down. Miranda, she's……she's not someone you want to mess with," sighing deeply, Zelda peered over to see if they were being overheard, "She gets what she wants, and right now, she wants Keanu and you don't want to be in her way."

Gritting her teeth, Emma pulled away harshly, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she squared her shoulders, "There's nothing between Keanu and I," maybe she was getting more defensive than she needed to be, but Emma didn't care. "I'm gonna go finish getting the twins ready," she announced loudly, stalking out of the room and down the hall, and hopefully, leaving behind whatever she'd started to feel for her boss.

As it turned out, Matt and Poppy had all but put their clothes on over their swimsuits, and they were so excited about going, that they got into their little summery outfits without fuss. Afterwards, tiny feet clad in colorful sandals, they raced each other downstairs, leaving Emma to collect their bags before she headed down.

She was walking towards the stairs, backpacks in hands, really just minding her own business, having just started to calm down after the whole Keanu/Miranda fiasco, when, just as she neared the door of Keanu's home office, she heard it. He was deep in conversation, and had unknowingly left the door just a sliver open, enough for her to catch on to some juicy bits. "I know mom," he sounded exasperated, and when she dared to peek in, Emma found that his back was to her, as he stood facing the window, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, "But I'm not getting any younger, what do you want me to do? Wait till I'm sixty?" He sighed heavily, shaking his head, "Matt and Poppy need a mother, and Miranda……" he trailed off, listening intently to what his mother had to say. Leaning closer, Emma wished she could be privy to the other end of the call, aching to hear what his mother thought about the succubus that he called a girlfriend. But alas, she'd have to settle for whatever she got.

After a few minutes had passed, Keanu spoke again, turning around, leaving Emma to dash for cover, though still within earshot. For a minute, she held her breath, awaiting the moment where Keanu would poke his head out the door and catch her eavesdropping. But it never came, and instead, he continued, "I think I'm going to do it tomorrow night, we're going to dinner, and the nanny will watch the kids. I have the ring already. I think she might like it."

Ring?

The sirens in Emma's head were going off so loudly that she barely registered his tone, the absence of excitement or joy, things that were usually there when someone was smitten enough to propose. There was too much going on in her head; the irrational fear of never having a chance with Keanu, the more rational fear that Miranda might become her boss too. Tuning out the rest of the conversation, not caring to hear anymore, Emma dragged herself towards the stairs, slinking down towards the kitchen, where she found Zelda entertaining the children.

“Everything okay?” She probed when Emma placed the bags on the counter, next to the cooler and picnic basket, her features still crestfallen.

“Yeah,” she mustered up a smile, inching closer to her friend, her voice dropping an octave, “I think Keanu’s going to propose to Miranda, like tomorrow night.”

“What?” Zelda’s eyes went wide, her jaw hanging slack, and she almost dropped the dishes she had just started putting into the cupboards, “How do you know that, did he tell you?”

“Tell her what?” Speak of the devil. Miranda startled them both, and for a second, Emma was worried that she’d overheard their conversation, though that too was short lived.

“Everyone ready?” Keanu strode into the room, and though Emma wanted to meet his gaze, she restrained herself, not even trying to respond, just going over to gather some of their things, her teary smile faltering when the kids excitedly started following her to the car.

At some point, Miranda had eased Keanu away from where they’d set up their picnic on the beach, urging him into a walk even though the kids had pleaded with him to stay and help them build sandcastles. Emma had taken his place, helping them with their little construction project, highly aware of how upset Poppy still was. “You okay Pop?”

The girl frowned, using her fragile fingers to sweep some hair out of her face, “I wish daddy would have stayed and built it with us,” she mumbled, dumping another bucket of sand to create segment of the castle, though doing it so harshly that the new section just crumbled, “He always leaves when aunt Mandy comes around.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” even if she didn’t like Miranda, if she was going to be Matt and Poppy’s step mother, Emma couldn’t go around bad mouthing her to them, “I’m sure he still spends time with you. And aunt Miranda seems really like you two.”

“Not as much as you,” that was Matt, his expression skewed by his dark mane falling over his face, “She’s always telling us to be quiet. And she’s so boring,” he stressed, lurching forward, only half interested in ranting about Miranda, still very invested in their sandcastle, “She almost made dad stop my swimming lessons.”

“What?” That time, it was a struggle to keep her annoyance at bay. Even if it was just one side, even if Matt couldn’t possibly know the entire truth, it was still enough to rile Emma up. How dare she? Matt was the best on his team! Taking a breath, Emma knew it was time to shift the conversation, and cheer the twins up before she said something that she’d regret, “You know what? Why don’t we give this a break? We can go to the water, have a splash war!”

“Yeah!” They jumped up immediately, barely giving Emma a minute to shimmy out of her sundress, revealing her simple, floral bikini before joining them in the water. It didn’t take long to lift their spirits, and before long, Matt and Poppy were teaming up to out splash Emma. Their gleeful giggles were music to her ears and she adored seeing their wide grins. They’d waited almost a month for that trip, they deserved to enjoy as much as they could, even if Miranda was going to take up most of Keanu’s time.

They probably spent hours past noon in the water, and not once did anyone’s smile falter. Emma gave them ice pops, and insisted that they have some water once or twice, though each time, they accepted without fuss, and she couldn’t tell if was the sugar from their snacks, or just how immersed they were in the games, but even when Keanu and Miranda returned near sunset, they didn’t show signs of tire.

“You guys having all the fun without me?” Keanu let go of Miranda’s hand, standing where the water would wash over his feet, pulling the sand back as it receded.

A pang of anger flared inside of her, making Emma want to remind Keanu that he was the one that left, but she suppressed it. A fight wouldn’t solve anything. She was so caught up in being annoyed with Keanu, that she hadn't noticed how dark his gaze had grown when his eyes fell on her, kneeling in the water, rivulets rolling off her tan skin, the top of her bathing suit pressing her breasts together, a generous amount of her cleavage spilling out voluptuously. “Well why don’t you join in?” She made herself laugh, and while Emma was hardly as much of an actor as the two A listers before her, she’d liked to think she managed pretty well.

“Sounds great,” he didn’t even seem to notice Emma’s irritation, bubbling beneath the surface. In a flash, he was pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it to the sand, getting into water wearing just his swim trunks, and as he drew closer, his cheerful tone faltered, probably realizing that being in the water with her wasn’t going to do him any favors, “Do you guys wanna play chicken fight?” Keanu turned to his kids, only to be met with excited nods, “And maybe Mandy wants to play too?” He turned to her, eyes somewhat hopeful, “And we can let Em have a break,” swallowing thickly.

“Oh, I…..” Miranda seemed perfectly out of her element, smoothing a hand over her stylish, white sundress, and then pushing up the dark tinted sunglasses, which formerly guarded crystal green orbs. It took a minute, but eventually, she conjured up a tight grin, “Chicken fight isn’t really my kind of game,” she laughed nonchalantly, “Besides, the water will ruin my hair. You should let Emily play, childish nonsense seems right up her alley.”

Subduing the urge to roll her eyes and fire a few obscenities towards Miranda, Emma took a breath, gazing between Keanu, who’d gone cold, and Miranda who’s wicked mirth was reflected in her defiant smile, “Like I said this morning, it’s just Emma. And that’s fine, I actually love childish nonsense, its way more fun than sitting on the sand like a……” stuck up bitch, “Boring grown up.”

Amused with her half hearted insult, Matt laughed loudly, while Poppy just giggled, already trying to get up on Emma’s shoulders. Fuming, Miranda turned on her heel, stomping off towards the mat, and it wasn’t long before the rest of them had forgotten the almost-spat, getting on with their game.

Monday

As usual, Emma was up early, preparing breakfast for everyone. It was just past seven am, and since Mondays didn’t promise cartoon reruns, the kids weren’t up yet. Instead, Zelda had come in earlier than usual, saying that she wanted to get a head start on the housework, but really just looking to gossip. They were in the kitchen together, preparing for hash browns, eggs and bacon, working over quiet chatter, “So…” Zelda nudged Emma’s shoulder with her own.

“So?” Emma chuckled, nudging her back, the comfy cotton of her robe brushing against the sleeve of Zelda’s shirt. She knew exactly what her friend was seeking, but truthfully, she didn’t know how Keanu’s proposal had gone. All she knew was that they’d left for dinner around seven, leaving her to make something for Matt and Poppy, and hadn’t returned until the twins had fallen asleep and Emma had stolen away to her room.

“So, is the wicked witch of the west coast going to be out new boss or not?” Zelda teased, continuing with helping Emma shred some potatoes.

“Honestly-” Emma cut herself off when Keanu walked in, sans shirt and with low riding sweat pants. His hair was a mess, and his good morning was punctuated by a tired yawn. "Good morning Keanu," both women greeted in unison, sharing a look.

They both wanted to know so badly that the itch was almost physical, but it wasn't like they could simply ask. With their one question would come a dozen more from Keanu. Though, as faith would have it, the truth they were seeking wasn't far behind a still half asleep Mr. Reeves.

"Darling," an all too familiar voice purred, shuffling into the kitchen, her blonde hair held up in a loose ponytail and her elegant frame wrapped up in fine satin. Unlike Keanu, Miranda didn't even bother with pleasantries, going straight over to where he stood at the integrated refrigerator, holding him in a hug from behind, strategically angling her left hand so the large rock on her finger would be on full display.

"Still wanna know?" Emma whispered near Zelda's ear, their heads almost touching.

Scoffing, Zelda seemed caught between a sarcastic smirk and a frown, "Not any more."

And because the world was such a cruel place and open wounds would be pointless without a little salt, Miranda abruptly turned to them. "Ladies! Have you two seen my ring?" Without warning she thrust her hand towards them, making the engagement ring on her finger hard to avoid, "Gorgeous right? Keke loves to spoil me," her words were perfectly gag worthy and Emma was finding it difficult to keep down the half cup of coffee she'd had. It wasn't like she was opposed to love or affection or anything, she'd really liked to think of herself as well adjusted in that way, but during the one weekend she'd spent around Miranda, her affections for Keanu always seemed so dramatic that it was nothing short of an elaborate farce.

Yet, it wasn't like she had much of a choice when it came to going forward and having to endure it. Jobs in the fashion world were hard to come by and freelancing would hardly be enough to cover living expenses. So, alas, she'd have to put up with Miranda for a quite while to come. "Don't worry Emily," Emma hadn't even realized she'd zoned out until Miranda called her by the wrong name, for probably the dozenth time. At her next words, Miranda's voice dropped below what Keanu could hear, and there was a wicked glimmer in her gaze, "You're pretty enough, I'm sure you can trick a man into buying you a nice ring. Might not be as many carats, but you'll manage."

That little quip was definitely pay back for Saturday. Fuming, Emma longed to just let her have it, but she was growing so versed in holding her tongue that she did again, deciding right then and there that as much as she loved the kids, she was wholly willing to take the next sustaining job as long as Miranda was in the picture.

*****

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years

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The Breakfast Club

Chapter 10B-Final

The Royal Romance AU

Warning: Profanity

Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented and/or reblogged. I have appreciated each one.

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Drake sat at a table in the back of the ballroom, he dreaded the next few hours of mind numbing boredom. There were at least two hundred people there to celebrate Liam's birthday and betrothal. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver flask, throwing it back, relishing in its escape.

His eyes scanned the room, adorned in gold and glitz, it looked like every other ball at the palace, rather than a birthday.

"Ugh, who let you in here?", he heard, looking up to see Olivia glaring at him.

"The same dumb fucks who let you in", he replied, matching her tone.

She slumped down in the chair next to him and hid her glass, filled with punch, between them, " Don't hold back on me Walker".

He relunctantly pulls out his flask and pours some of the liquid into her glass."So, what're you doing back her with the exile?".

She downed her entire drink, then motioned with her empty glass at Madeleine, "I just want to slap her smug face...she's been hanging all over Liam since she arrived."

Drake sat back in his chair, "Any word on Brooks, yet?".

"Not that I've heard, Liam's been quiet all day, and, of course, I have been busy preparing for my return to Lythikos".

He looked at her intriqued, "I thought you weren't leaving until September?"

She huffed, "My plans have changed," she said as she moved her gaze to Liam, "...there's no reason for me to stay any longer...besides, I really do want to get a start on helping my people and showing them what a true Nevrakis looks like".

He clapped her shoulder, "I'm scared for your people then because you can be a major pain in the ass".

She shrugged and nodded in agreement. "So, what's your plan? Continue brooding around the palace, hit up a few more liquor stores, maybe waste away in your filth of a bedroom?".

Drake took another swig of whiskey and offered it to her, "Naw, me and Savannah are leaving for Texas tomorrow".

She looked surprised, "I thought....".

He rubbed a hand over his forehead, "yeah, I know...mom has been calling lately and usually I don't talk to her, but, I did last night...she's doing real good and wants us to come stay for a while...it'll be nice to get away from here and spend some time with the family".

She smiled at him, then stood from her chair. "You know, you're still an asshole, Walker".

He raised his flask to her in tribute with a half grin, "Touche".

She winked at him, then made her way back to a table at the front of the room.

The ball carried on as guests danced and mingled. Laughter and the sounds of chatter filling the room. Servants brought out the finest displays of culinary art they could create. The court, as always, pretentous, wearing fake smiles and glistening jewels.

Constantine stood on the dais with Regina beside him. He raised a champaign flute, and called for the attention of the room.

As the noise tapered off, he proposed a toast to Liam, the future King of Condonia.

Liam raised his glass, giving an appreciative nod to his father, then the attendees, before taking a sip.

Constantine cleared his throat, "Now, if my son would join me here, we will announce his choice for our future queen".

Liam placed his glass on the table and walked stoically to the position next to his father, turning to face the crowd. Liam's heart was pounding, his anxiety was trying to get the best of him, but, he was holding it together....he had to.

Constantine placed a diamond encrusted engagement ring in Liam's palm, then motioned for Madeleine to join them, "Countess Madeleine of Fydelia".

As Madeleine stood, half of the room applauded approvingly, the other half stunned into silence. The younger nobility had disapproved of her prior betrothal to Leo; her family was knowingly corrupt and lining the pockets of evil factions in and around Cordonia. The older nobilty turned a blind eye to these practices, it helps when you are blackmailed by the crown or given special favors.

Madeleine gracefully made her way to the royal family, curtsing before them, then holding her hand out to Liam.

Liam took her hand and kissed it, standing upright again with her hand tightly gripped in his.

The room was silent and all eyes were at attention. Liam held the ring, breathing heavy, his senses heightened. He had placed the ring just at the tip of her finger, then peaked, expectantly, to the back of the room... everything stood still.

He met Madeleine's starry gaze, with a wild glance, his blue eyes beaming. He looked down at the sparkling ring, barely on her finger, slowly pulling it back off. Madeleine gave a bewildered look, shaking her ring finger, waiting for him to place it back on.

He turned to face Constantine, who was slowly losing his stoic facade; confusion written all over it. Liam motioned with his head to the back of the room, where Constantine followed his lead.

Constantine watched in horror as his oldest son saluted him from a doorway, with his middle finger and a wide, arrogant grin. The King took a small step forward, sneering in perpetual indignation. The audience began whispering to one another in wonderment; they could sense the rising tension.

Liam faced Constantine, reveling in his father's fury. With the ring pinched between his fingers, he held it up to Constantine's face before throwing it randomly into the audience.

Madeleine gasped, covering her mouth, she was completely stunned by what was taking place. She grabbed Liam, forcing him to face her, "What are you doing?".

He pursed his lips, and faced Leo again, stating simply, "I'm leaving". He took a step forward and Constantine, embarrassed, whipped in front of him, speaking in a hushed tone, "This ends now...you and your damn brother have had your fun, now stop this immature behavior and do what we're here to do!"

Liam shook his head in acknowledgement, "You're right father, this ends now", he said as he stepped around him.

Chaotic chatter was starting to escalate. Constantine pulled him back by his arm and held him in place, his voice now raised, "Stop this!....You're ruining everything Liam!"

Leo casually walked towards the two and braced himself in front of Liam. He pulled out a smart disk, cocked his head and held it up to his father, "do you know what this is dear father?".

Constantine replied with a sneer, "what?".

Leo placed the disk in his fathers hands, "You taught me everything I know about ruling Cordonia, I've worked with you for years....I know all your secrets, your dirty deals, the people you've conspired with and how you worked with a terrorist group to take out the late King of Monocco...all of it right here on this little disk....I guess you could say I've been saving it for a rainy day..so...welcome to your rainy day father", he said with glee.

Constantine was speechless, he looked out at a sea of angry council members and dignitaries, scattered throughout the ballroom.

Liam peered out from behind Leo with a proud chuckle, "...and I've taken the liberty of ensuring every news outlet in Cordonia has a copy of it". He then placed two fingers over his mouth, feigning shock "...oops..was I not supposed to do that?"

Leo laughed out hysterically and placed his arm around Liam's shoulder, "Good one little brother".

Constantine took a hard swallow, he wanted to kill both of them, right then and there. If he weren't in public, he would have done so. He put in a fake smile and gritted his teeth. "You're finished Liam....you and your brother, both, will never wear the crown...are you satisfied".

Liam pretended to ponder his threat then spoke sarcastically at him, "So, I suppose the bloodline dies with you....would you like me to congratulate Olivia now, as a Nevrakis will be the next monarch on the throne".

Realization of his words suddenly hitting Constantine, he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, nearly in tears. His knees were going weak and his entire body was working against him. He couldn't strip Liam of his title or he risked his perceived enemy becoming his heir. With his secrets being aired, scandal and council hearings would soon follow. He felt like his entire world crashed down, face flushed, eyes widened.

Leo grasped Liam's shoulder, "You ready to go?"

Liam started to feel free for the first time in his life, it was exilerating. He looked, seriously, at his father one last time, "You can't hurt me anymore."

He stepped away, walking shoulder to shoulder with his brother, out of the ballroom.

Drake, still sitting in the back with his feet propped on the table, took another drink of whiskey and said to himself, "I thought this party would be boring....man was I wrong."

*****

Liam grabbed a bag he had packed earlier, that he left in a closet near the door. He got into Leo's rental car and they drove to the airport tarmac.

Liam stepped out of the car and grabbed his bags. Standing at the bottom of the stairs of the airplane was Maxwell and Riley. He immediately ran over to her, dropping his bags and lifting her up in his arms, "There's my girl".

Maxwell had called Liam late, last night after finally finding her home. Her step father had been arrested the night before for domestic violence against her mother; he wasn't home when Riley returned.

Leo, Liam, Riley and Maxwell boarded the plane and took their seats.

Liam held her hand and gave her a soft kiss, "You ready for New York?", he asked.

She smiled brightly, "As ready as I'll ever be."

They landed several hours later, staying with Leo and his wife for a few days. Riley would move in with her friend Daniel, while she and Liam got to know each other more, though, they rarely spent time apart.

Maxwell wanted to go with her to New York, they had come so far, he had to make sure she would be okay....she had become his best friend.

As Maxwell waited for his flight to be called back to Cordonia, Riley sat next to him.

"Maxwell, you know for all of that talk about failing the Beaumont name, you sure know how to make things better."

He looked at her inquisitively, "How so?".

She crossed her arms on her lap, "Well...it was you who made Olivia see things differently, and it was you who gave me a place to stay when I didn't have one, you introduced me to all these new friends and you're the one who rescued me from a bad home....you're very special Maxwell...never forget that."

Maxwell smiled at her thoughtfully, "Thank you Riley."

They hugged one another as Maxwell made his way back to Cordonia.

Due to excrutiating stress, brought about by several council hearings and foreign inquisitions, Constantine's health declined. Six months after Liam left, he had a stroke and was left bedridden, unable to speak. Regina acted as head of the state, as well as, several key figures of Cordonia politics....including Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos.

Leo worked with Liam, prepping him for his eventual elevation to King. He would fly to Cordonia on occasion, to learn from Regina and check in with the court. He, however, never visited Constantine again.

Riley attended university and received her degree in counciling; she wanted to work with children who had come from traumatic backgrounds.

7 years later-Coronation Ball

Constantine's death had been inevitable, however, most people hadn't expected him to suffer so long when he was alive, without speech and very little movement.

Liam and Riley stood at the entrance of the ballroom, having been married for just over a year, the young couple had just attended their coronations earlier that day.

The herald made the announcement, "Thier Majesties, King Liam and Queen Riley of Cordonia".

They made their rounds, shaking hands with people excited to usher in a new, more positive face to the monarchy.

They sat down at their table preparing for the meal. At the table with them, Drake, Olivia and Maxwell. They had stayed in close contact over the years.

Olivia took a sip of her champaign, "So, are you ever going to pop that baby out...it shouldn't take them so damn long."

Riley clutched her growing tummy, "Olivia, I still have three months to go."

Liam laughed, "Yeah, our little Ellie needs a little more time."

Maxwell chimes in, "And as soon as my new app takes off, Uncle Maxwell will be reporting for babysitting duty."

Drake sighs, "Im afraid to ask....what app?"

Maxwell gets giddy with excitement, "Its a story about all of us, and you can make choices about what you want to happen in the story. Each one of you are a character."

Drake shakes his head, "Leave me out of it...no one wants to see me as character in some damn app."

Maxwell leans up, "Not true...My focus group says you're one of the more popular love interests, of course, they keep forgetting about me."

Drake sits a little taller in his seat, trying to hide his growing smile and ego.

After the ball has ended, they all say their farewells. Maxwell walks out the front of the palace, places his sunglasses on, raising a fist into the air as he crosses the palace lawn to his car.

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