#but there's such a beautiful shift that in no way undercuts what came before

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Y'know, I was rewatching pieces of both Season 1 and Season 2 for an analysis I was considering, and it struck me that there is indeed a tonal shift between seasons (without it violating the development of the characters or the overall ethos of the show) as love and desire stop being marked by fantasy and become...real.

So much of Stede and Ed's early romance is framed with romance and fairytale tropes - the meet-cute/deus ex machina, the Prince and Pauper switch, the full moon "fine things" conversation, the break-up/divorce speech Stede gives the crew when Ed leaves with Jack, the casting of Izzy as the villainous complication and the English as the encroaching threat.

Then something shifts with "Act of Grace" and the kiss on the beach - the physical and emotional declaration that "this is real" between them. It stops being fantasy - it stops being Stede's fantasy, which was romantic and clean and largely sexless, and it stops being Ed's fantasy, which was to get to be a part of a different world and change what he thought was his fate - and becomes true. It becomes untidy and complicated, but deepens with every moment. There are hints of it building throughout the first season, but with the end of "Act of Grace" and "Wherever You Go," the fantasy falls away and leaves desire and heartache and hope.

Season 2 makes them messy and hurt and angry and so deeply joyful with each other. There's no more wealth and no more toy boat and no more full moons, but there is a dream that saves Ed's life, a kiss under a gibbous moon, passion born from pain and such intense love, and a home where neither thought a home could be.

The fantasy breaks, but pieces of it remain, and what's underneath is so much better.

#ofmd meta #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 1 #gif #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #rhys darby #taika waititi #gentlebeard #i dunno if that made sense #but there's such a beautiful shift that in no way undercuts what came before #just deepens it in a natural way #it actually pulls off what a lot of romantic comedies don't

[m-arkmywords]

are you alone this weekend? pt.2

part 1

pairing: early career musician!mark x gf!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.. just two lost kids in love, trying to find their place in the world.

word count: 2.3k

notes: I feel like I can never post another fic without thanking @catboyieejeno & @markonthemoon for our conversations that inspire me. :)

Mindless hums and tracing of Mark’s finger along your skin, heightened your senses in a sleepy state. You began rustling in your sleep, soft groans slipped your lips and Mark pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good morning baby.” His voice was groggy and low. 

He sucked in a breath and pulled you into an embrace, letting out a big sigh. 

“I’ve missed you next to me.” His head rested on top of your head as his musky scent, engulfed your lungs and your face melted into his neck. You reciprocated with a kiss into his soft, warm skin before letting him know the feeling was mutual. 

You both laid there. For a while. Just like that. Your habit of leaving curtains open, invited the beautiful, deep, ultramarine blue into the room. Covering the space, in a majestic hue. You could see the goosebumps on Mark’s skin beginning to rise up and you ran your nails along his neck and collarbone. 

Laying there, you both anticipated the sun-rise and what it would bring to light as it illuminates the darkness.

Mark suddenly removed his arms from around you to slowly shift his weight on top of you. He laid his head on your chest and looked up, smiling at you. 

“What?” You hid your face, now feeling self conscious of the intimate eye contact.

“Baby.. lemme look at you.” He coo’d.

“My pretty baby.” He kissed the middle of your chest, lovingly. 

“Thank you for being patient with me forreal, I know where my faults lie and I’m trying my best to be better. Your patience means everything to me.” You cupped his cheek as sincerity dripped from his words. “Of course, I love you.” 

“Me and you, against the world?” Mark pulled out his pinky and raised his eye brows with a cheesy grin. 

“Me and you, against the world baby.” You interconnected your pinkies and completed the promise you both had made to one another. 

Mark hum’d as his heart felt at ease after so long. He left another kiss on your chest. And unlike last time, he didn’t stop there. He attacked your entire chest with a million kisses hurriedly, as if he was about to wake up from a dream and his time was short. 

You both bursted into laughter soon after.

Although, it wasn’t long before your giggles came to an halt and your breath got caught in your throat when Mark swiftly snaked his mouth onto your nipple as he gently flicked his tongue. Your hands flew to his head and your fingers ran through his black, messy hair. You loved the feeling of his short, buzzed undercut. Just the feeling of that alone, made you shiver against the soft sheets. 

Sun was beginning to rise, slowly painting the sky a shade of orange. Birds were singing and everything was okay again. 

Mark snaked his hand to take your other nipple between his fingers, making you gasp with pleasure. He slowly kissed down your abdomen and sat back in his heels. He eyed your soaked sore in a daze before he licked his lips and ran his hands up your thighs. Giving them a squeeze, he pursed his lips. 

He slowly brought his middle and ring finger to your folds, sliding them up and down to gather your slick. His mouth opened and eyebrows raised.

“So wet for me baby.” He almost groaned, slurring his words. His eyes were consumed with nothing but lust. 

He dragged his fingers across your thigh to watch the sunlight shine off your wet.

“You drive me crazy.” 

He grabbed your thighs and pushed them as far back as he could, as much as your body allowed. Pushing them together, he smacked your ass and your moan wasn’t even half way out of your mouth, before he dove into your pussy. 

His mouth was messy, quick and incredibly desperate to taste you. He wanted to devour every inch of you before he could even think about the clit. He was drunk off the taste of you and there was no stopping him. 

Mark continued to push your thighs back because even though he’s too shy to admit. He enjoyed seeing you like this. Folded under him, by him, so submissive and weak to his touch. The thought of this made his dick twitch and it made him latch onto you harder. 

Your moans were gradually getting louder, filling the entire apartment. Mark’s favourite sound. He told you as he coo’d you close to your climax.

You would think he was on a mission the way he attacked your clit, refusing to let go. Your attempts of breaking free from his grip, due to overstimulation were feeble. He loved the feeling of your thighs shaking around his face every time you peaked.

 And by the third time, you were both left in an ecstatic state. You tried to squirm away from Mark, pushing his head away and climbing further up in the bed but it was no use when he stuck to you like glue. His face was soaking and red, his breath was heavy, yet he showed no signs of stopping. 

It was when you hit your fourth orgasm, Mark finally came up for air and slapped his wet fingers against your ass, once again. His face was glistening in the sun as he flashed you a cheeky smile, trying to catch his breath.

Immediately, his hands went back to your calfs as he slipped inside you, bottoming out instantly. His eyes shut and nose scrunched up at the feeling of your walls swallowing him whole. The warm, wet feeling, he missed so dearly. His thrusts were shallow and quick. As much as he wanted to take himself out all the way and enter you again. He just couldn’t get himself away from you. He was needy. His hips rolled so deep into you, you swore he could touch your cervix. 

Moaning uncontrollably, it was no hiding how pathetic you both were for each other. Mark’s face on top of your face, he let you feel all his weight as he pounded into you. You both had morphed into one being for this moment. You both were so close, yet you wanted him even closer. You wanted him inside your ribcage, away from the world. You wanted him to be your’s to take care for the rest of your life. 

The realisation of your feelings, started to make your eyes water as you edged to another orgasm. You clenched around him.

“Fuck-“ Mark’s rhythm got sloppy and his breath shaky. 

“Baby are you close? Me too.” He said into your mouth before giving you a kiss. Continuing his strokes, he let you swallow his moans and curse words.

With a grunt, he came inside you. Triggering the softest climax of the day that Mark decided to lazily, fuck you through. 

He had lost all care in the world about his own climax and the fact that he was over stimulated right now. All he cared about was making you feel good and making you cum for as long as he physically could. He pushed past his soreness to give you every last bit of him as he could before collapsing on you and releasing your legs.

“Girl’s always take the hottest shower bro, can we please not boil today?” Mark laughed, making his request. Washing down your back, he left soft kisses along your skin. 

“Shut up and ride the wave Mark.” You turned around to kiss him once again and you both got comfortable in the shower out of habit. 

The pair of you stood in this warm, cozy bathroom in contrast to the cold, outside world. Only the sound of water, love confessions and giggles could be heard and you felt your heart swell with overwhelming love for him. 

He turned you around and grabbed your shampoo, slowly massaging your scalp. Your eyes fell shut as you leaned into his touch and let out a deep sigh. His long fingers worked their magic as he washed your hair and a subtle honey smell covered the bathroom, along with steam.

You felt him poke against your ass and you giggled, pressing against his dick. Mark quickly winced and pulled back. “Baby.. I’m so sore. My dick hurts.” He laughed looking down at himself, he shook his head and you both laughed. 

Rinsing your hair off all the shampoo, he put your hair in a clip just like you had taught him before. And you were reminded, this is why. You thought to yourself. 

You and Mark had known each other for so long. It was as if you both have morphed into one soul that’s physically split into two halves. Him knowing how you like your hair up, your favourite smell or your subway order. The way his acts of service and attention to detail came so effortlessly to him, is what made you look past the inevitable doom of this relationship.

All of a sudden, your heart began pounding once again as reality seeped in and your smile dropped. 

“Mark?”

“Yeah baby?” He kissed the back of your shoulder.

“We gotta talk about this babe. We need to talk about us.” You began by getting into the way you did not enjoy  how the last argument had escalated and resulted in radio silence. 

“If we’re gonna do this, that cannot happen again. We both have to communicate better.” You added to your thoughts. 

You apologised for your part in the fight and addressed the importance of looking at each others pov, instead of being driven by emotion and losing control. 

Mark agreed and hum’d for most part before he shared his mind. “Thoughts of you consumed me the whole time we were apart.. I just.. I didn’t know what to say to you.. how to make this better.. you know?” 

His head hung low and his voice cracked. “I don’t know how to make this better.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and his arms draped across your shoulders. 

“I know baby..” You barely whispered into his skin and you both stood there. As the water continued running, the sun was finally, fully bright and you could hear the world slowly come back to reality. 

You both held onto each other, held onto a dream that the universe was forcing you to wake up from. You felt your eyes beginning to pool as you looked up at him. 

“Mark I-“ 

Before you could even begin your sentence, his phone interrupted this cocoon of fantasy and he jolted, dropping his arms from around you. 

“Fuck- baby.. I’m sorry. I’ve got to take this.” Mark ran out of his bathroom, leaving you there. Alone. As the water trickled down your body, you were once again filled with dread of where this is going. 

A month after since you last saw Mark. Reality had began to settle in as you walked around the city aimlessly, with your headphones and wet eyes. It was time for your “stupid little mental health walk” and you couldn’t believe this is what life was now. 

Soon finding a cozy bench, you made yourself comfortable as you stared into the pond of ducks.

Flashbacks of memories with Mark began to flood your mind as you quickly wiped your tears away. You could almost see yourself laying on the grass, under the tree with Mark. The first time you both did shrooms together and how in love you felt.

“I don’t know how to explain it” You giggled, covering your face. You felt yourself blushing. 

“Like… I love you, so much. But, no words, language, painting, song can capture how it feels in here.” You said taking Mark’s hand and placing it on your chest. He just looked at you, pupils wide. He was at a loss for words. 

“It’s like, how you say ‘you and me against the world’.. I get it.. I finally get it.” 

“FUCK everyone. Fuck this world, the suffering, the pain- the corruption. Fuck our baggage, fuck our insecurities, our fear of fucking this up.. fuck everything.” You added to your monologue.

“We have created this pocket of world. You and me. Just us. No body is allowed in and it feels good. It feels safe.” Your giggles continued, even with the tears that began streaming down your face. 

“Man fuck all of it. I want you. I want all of you, I want this. I want a house, I want a life. I want a house in the clouds.. Away from all the shit that doesn’t matter, you know?” 

“I don’t ever wanna do life without you.” Your voice cracked and all Mark could do was kiss you. 

Taking your lips in his, he felt at peace. “Yes baby.. a house in the clouds. I gotchu.” He mumbled against your lips and tucked your hair behind your ear. He was also crying but his smile was so big.

“And the only way to express this love to you, is for you to be inside me right now.” You said with  seriousness in your tone.

Mark covered your mouth and laughed. 

“Baby we’re outside! You gonna get us in trouble.” He coo’d as he brought his lips to your forehead. “You’re so cute.” 

You felt sick as you replayed the course of your relationship in your mind for the umpteenth time. You wondered, “how did we get here?”

You wondered how did you get from planning to build a house in the clouds to that morning before Mark left. How you had told him, him leaving abruptly that morning would mean it’s over. 

Only this time, there was no yelling, no heated words exchanged. Just two pairs of wet, pleading eyes, begging to be understood. 

“Please don’t make me do life without you..” You asked earnestly, as your voice cracked. Ready to fall apart any second. You took a step towards him and he looked to the floor.

Mark had never felt so defeated in his life, until this moment. “I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.” 

#mark lee fanfic #mark x reader #mark lee #mark lee nct fic #nct dream #nct 127 #mark lee nct #there will be a part 3!

[callofdutyma]

Foreigner

Kurokawa Izana x Fem Reader

Walking along the trail in the park, you take in the sights and sounds around you, snapping pictures of the beautiful scenery. You’re currently in Japan sightseeing, you’ve wanted to come here for a long time, and on New Years, you vowed that you’d actually do it despite barely knowing any Japanese.

As you round a bend in the path, you see a young man sitting on a bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin in his palms. He looks up as you approach, and you can't help but notice how handsome he is. He has a tanned complexion and a toned build, with striking purple eyes that stand out against his skin. His white hair is styled into an undercut that suits him perfectly, and he's wearing Hanafuda-derived earrings that dangle from his ears, adding to his unique style. Suddenly, he says "konichiwa" to you, and you stop in your tracks, surprised. You return the greeting, and he starts speaking in more Japanese, but you don't understand him. 

“Gomen nasai, I don’t understand.” You say. 

Izana stands up, he walks over to you and stares down at you without a greeting. You seem a little surprised as he walks closer, wondering why he was doing so. His purple eyes seemed to almost glow as they reflected the light of the setting sun. However, you didn't have long to admire his looks as he seemed impatient when he looked down at you with his blank purple eyes. He stared at you for a few more seconds before he spoke, “so you’re a foreigner?” 

Your eyes widen slightly and you pause for a moment, caught off guard by him suddenly speaking to you in English. After a moment you speak, “you.. you can speak English?” 

He seemed surprised at your expression, and he couldn’t help but stare as if it wasn't everyday he came across a foreigner. “Yes. I know English. Are you surprised?” He asked as he continued to stare at you, his words sounding flat, like he didn't care for them or didn't have a reason to care for them. 

“Yeah I am.. i’ve tried speaking to some people here but they couldn’t understand me. I’m in Japan for a week, and I only know a bit of basic Japanese.. so it’s refreshing to meet someone who can speak english.” You smile. 

You seemed to brighten up his mood slightly, as he cracks a small smile, even if just for a few seconds. He still seemed somewhat monotone, even if he was clearly trying to lighten up his attitude in response to yours. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to smile. "Tourist, huh? well, what do you think of this city? is it to your liking?" His expression seemed to shift into slight curiosity, staring down at you in the same manner as before, only slightly less intimidating.

“It’s beautiful, I love it!” You beam, then you try the Japanese equivalent, “utsukushii desu, suki desu..?” 

“That’s good. Nice job.” He says, then he speaks again after a moment, “would you like to see more of the city? it’s not everyday that I run into a foreigner.. not that i'm complaining, of course." He spoke in his usual monotone voice with a careless expression, showing no signs of emotion or change in the way he spoke. You can tell by the way he speaks that he must think very highly of himself. He wasn't going to give you a proper greeting or proper attitude, but still, he seemed curious to show off the city to you. 

“You.. wanna spend time with me?” You say, your voice is a little hesitant, but there’s a hint of excitement. You can’t help but feel intrigued by this mysterious stranger and the possibility of exploring the city with him. 

He stared at you for a few seconds, almost as if he was surprised. Did he? He paused, seeming to think it over before speaking once again. “I could do that.” In classic Izana style, his flat and monotone voice carried over his words without a hint of emotion. It made you wonder if it was even possible for him to feel things, or if he was just always this emotionless. 

“Sure, I’d really like that.” You reply with a smile, “i’m y/n by the way.. what’s your name?”

“My name is Izana. Izana Kurokawa.” He simply continued to stare at you. He gave no facial expressions or changes to his tone, only his voice and eyes carrying over his words as he said them in his usual manner. “Follow me.” He simply turned and started walking to an unknown destination. It was up to you to follow after him or not. 

“Okay.” As you follow Izana, you feel a sense of unease wash over you. You can't help but wonder where he's taking you and what his intentions might be. 

You were completely right to feel uneasy as Izana continued down the road, leading you who-knows-where.. His pace was quick, yet steady, like he didn't seem to be worried about losing you or you losing him. The fact he had a complete disregard for you was rather frightening. “So what brings you to Japan?” He suddenly spoke up once again in his usual manner like he was continuing off a previous conversation, his purple eyes piercing into you as you both walk side by side. 

“I’ve always wanted to come here sightseeing.. and also.. to try the food.” 

“I see. So you must know a thing or two about Japan, huh?” His pace and tone still made him sound serious as he spoke, but there was a slight change in his words, as you could tell by his slight smirk and almost teasing tone when he asked if you knew about the country. 

“I did my research.” You smile. 

He continues to look straight ahead as he walks, and silence fills the air once again. You decide to ask him something, “so.. what do you do?” 

He side eyed you for a long while before he finally spoke, sounding a little annoyed at the question, “why do you want to know?” He didn't seem to like talking about himself all too much. His expression stayed unchanged, as did his manner of speaking. It was up to you to try to break the wall that he seemed to have put up. 

You notice his reluctancy to answer, “um.. no reason, nevermind.” You say, not wanting to overstep.

He turns his head and continues to stare ahead with his blank purple eyes as he speaks with a slight grin on his face, and they’re now in the part of the city where all of the stores, restaurants and tourist attractions are. “So.. do you have anything you wanna do? or any places you wanna see? any restaurants you wanna eat at?”

“Well, I am pretty hungry.” You smile.

He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking, “that’s great, I know a great restaurant that isn’t too far from here.” 

“Really? that sounds good.. so, will you be joining me to eat or will you just be showing it to me?” 

He seemed surprised yet slightly amused by your question. He looks at you in a way that almost implied he thought of you as naive as you stared and smiled up at him, his purple eyes not showing any emotion. He looks back ahead of him, seeming to think about your request for a few seconds, “i’ll join you.” It was as if he wasn't too pleased about it, his words and tone sounding annoyed by the request, as if he was a god that had to lower himself to join the mere mortal. 

“Really? i’m so happy, thank you.” You beam. 

“Well, you must be thrilled to have the honour of my company.. I don't often eat with anyone. I'm a very private person, but you’re an exception, so I decided to break my rules.. consider yourself lucky.” His tone is sarcastic and teasing.

You raise an eyebrow, “really? why me?” 

He stares at you from the side, his lips curving slightly into a small but playful smile. His eyes still remained their usual cold purple hues. “Well.. you’re a foreigner are you not? you’re unique.. consider yourself lucky to be in my presence.” He continued on with his usual teasing words and tone, acting as if he was this special person that should be worshiped. 

“I see..” You flash a closed eye smile, but then the smile gets wiped off of your face when you remember what you’re wearing. You look down with widened eyes, “oh no! I can’t go to a fancy restaurant like this! I need to go buy something special first!” 

He stares at you from the side with his blank purple eyes as he walks, before finally speaking in a cold but serious tone once again, "do you wanna go buy clothes? I can wait if you do.. but you can also stay dressed in casual clothes if you want, i'm not one to judge. I simply wear what's comfortable.. but I understand if you want to get a more... presentable outfit before we go and eat." His expression stayed the same as he spoke, his eyes just as blank as before. It seemed like he was saying this purely because he had to rather than wanted to. 

“It shouldn’t take long.. wanna come and help me pick something out?” 

Izana turns his attention ahead of him once again, then he speaks, “fine,” he pauses for a moment, and his tone becomes a bit less rude and arrogant, “I'll come.”

As you and Izana arrive at the fashion store, you're immediately struck by the vibrant colours and bold patterns on display in the window. You open the door, and the bell chimes as you walk in. The store is filled with racks of clothing, each one overflowing with dresses, blouses, and skirts in a variety of styles.

Together, you make your way through the store, browsing through the different sections and admiring the various styles on display. You grab a handful of dresses and make your way to the dressing room, eager to try them on. Izana sits down on the bench outside of the changing room to wait for you.

You undress and then slip on the first dress, a stunning blue number with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. It's beautiful, but something about it doesn't quite feel right. You try on a few more dresses, each one more stunning than the last, but they still don’t feel right. Finally, you try on the last dress you picked. 

Izana stares ahead while he sits and waits for you. He didn’t like waiting nor being at the fashion store in general, he was just there for your sake. Despite being irritated that he had to wait for you, he stayed quiet and kept the blank look on his face. He didn’t really care about what clothes you were gonna pick, as your taste in dresses didn’t concern him. 

You slip into the dress, it’s a tight black dress with a lace hem, and as you look at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but smile. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, making you feel confident and sexy. You twirl around, admiring the way the lace hem flutters around your legs, and you know that this is the one.

You walk out of the changing room and stand in front of Izana, “what do you think?” you say.

Izana gazes at you with his dull purple eyes that trail up and down your body. His tone sounded blunt and straightforward as he spoke, “that’s a good dress, you have good taste.” 

You turn around and look into the mirror on the changing room door, you run your hands over your body, flattening out the dress against your curves. 

His eyes follow your body, staring as you did so. The usual blank look on his face changed slightly, almost giving you a glimpse of some sort of attraction before he clears his throat and suddenly frowns, his blank look returning once again as he speaks, “are you buying it? He sounded almost impatient, as if he wanted to get going already. His normal cold attitude seemed to resurface, making him seem annoyed by the fact you needed to buy clothes to begin with.

“I am.” You smile. You walk over to the counter where you rip off the tag and hand it to the associate. She takes the tag and scans it. When she tells you the cost, you open your wallet and pull out the money, handing it to her. She gives you your receipt and you shove it in your wallet. “Alright, let’s go to the restaurant.” You say eagerly, and you both walk out of the store.

Izana stares at you in the dress again for a few seconds as you walk, before he focuses his attention back ahead of him and continues on with the same blank, lifeless expression. He didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry as before, he tried to make it seem as if the fact you even bought clothes had somewhat quelled his irritation. 

As you and Izana make your way to the restaurant, you begin to fidget with your hair, unsure of how to style it. You lift your hair, exposing your neck, "Izana, do you think I should put my hair up like this?" You ask, then you drop your hair and shift it all to one side, exposing your neck once again, "or should I leave it down but to the side, like this?"

His blank, lifeless eyes suddenly snapped to focus on you. His eyes glue to your neck, like he couldn't take them off of what he was seeing. He gulps, before the blank look on his face returns once again as he speaks, “leave it, it’s so much better down.”

“So.. to the side? like this?” You run your fingers through your hair to fix it better. 

His eyes follow your hair as you move it, as if he was hypnotized by it for some reason. “That’s good, it suits you.” He says, and his usual cold and arrogant attitude has somewhat disappeared, instead being replaced with something that seemed almost like admiration or interest. His dull purple eyes seemed to even have some sort of glow to them now, although it was hardly visible. He liked what he was seeing.

“Thanks. I’ll leave it like this then.” You smile. 

The two of you arrive at the restaurant soon after. Izana stares ahead once again, walking up to the door and opening it for you. “Ladies first.” He spoke with a slight smirk and a twinge of teasing. He seemed to be treating you like a.. lady, strange for someone as disrespectful as him. 

“Thank you Izana.” You smile. 

“No problem.” He says with a playful tone. He holds the door open and his eyes move down your back as he watches you walk into the restaurant. He watches your every move, his blank purple eyes not being very subtle at all. 

When you enter the restaurant, the warm and inviting atmosphere immediately engulfs you. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of savoury spices, sizzling steaks, roasted vegetables, and more, making your mouth water in anticipation. The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the room, casting a romantic and intimate ambiance over the entire restaurant. You can hear the gentle murmur of conversation and soft music playing in the background, making you feel at ease and relaxed. 

You both make your way to a booth, and Izana sits across from you. You each pick up the menus, and scroll through the variety of options. Shortly after, he speaks, his usual cold and arrogant tone returns, “ready to order?” 

“I am.” You smile. 

“Good.” He almost sounded eager to get the meal done and over with now. A slight smile comes across his face, almost looking down on you with those cold, lifeless eyes. He signals over the waitress and you say your pick to Izana. He orders yours and his in Japanese and the waitress writes it down and nods, before she leaves to give the orders to the kitchen staff. 

Izana stares straight ahead, seeming to be deep in thought now. “Have you been anywhere else besides Japan?” He says, his voice still slightly cold and arrogant, though he sounds a bit more friendly. 

“I haven’t actually. This is my first time being outside of my country.” 

He stares straight at you with his cold and judgmental eyes, "I see.” 

“How about you? have you been outside of Japan? you speak English, is there any other languages you speak?” You ask. 

His eyes look at you with that slight arrogant judgement in them. “I haven’t been outside of Japan.. and yes, I speak Japanese, Filipino and English.” 

“You speak Filipino?” 

“Yeah.. I am half filipino after all..” 

“Wow, I didn’t know..” You chuckle awkwardly. 

Izana’s lips curl up into a very slight smile, then the waitress comes back with the food. She places it on the table and says enjoy in Japanese, before she takes her leave to tend to the other customers. 

He looks at the food, making a slight face when he saw what’s on the plate, “they got my order wrong.. again.” He spoke in an irritated tone. "I suppose i'll take it this time and tell them about the mistake later."

“Are you sure? i’m sure they’d change it for you if you told them.” You suggest. 

He stares at you with a slight smirk before speaking with a bit more attitude than before, "you think I like to deal with people? people are annoying and always make mistakes, they're not worth the time and effort.” He was speaking as if he thought he was better than everyone else around him, even you. He seemed to be very condescending and arrogant with his words. 

“I see..” Your face is blank as you say this, but then you flash a closed eye smile. 

His cold, blank expression changed to one of slight curiosity as you smiled, as if it surprised him, even a little. “Something amusing you?” He says, he was almost starting to get a little annoyed with what you were doing, but he still had some sort of interest in you as he continued to stare at you, his eyes not leaving your face. 

“Not really.” You continue smiling. You take a bite of your food, “mm, this is really good!” 

He continued to stare, watching as you took a bite of your food and enjoyed it. He got lost staring at you and your smile. You take a sip of your drink, unsure of what to say to him.

He stared on in silence as you took a sip from your drink. His usual cold and arrogant expression slightly wavered. He was drawn in by your beauty for some reason, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he reluctantly ate some of his food.

The waitress comes back over to the table and politely asks if everything’s good in Japanese. 

A slight look of annoyance came over Izana as he was distracted for a moment and pulled out of his gaze when the waitress spoke, having to answer her question. “Yes.. it’s all fine.” He returns in Japanese with a blunt and indifferent tone, almost sounding annoyed to have to answer her. You don’t understand what he’s saying, but you can tell he isn’t being polite. Once she leaves, his attention returns to you once again.

You can’t help but wonder why he’s staring at you so much without speaking, “is something wrong?” 

His eyes snap out of his little trance when you speak to him. He got a little annoyed once again, his eyes still in their cold, lifeless state, with his usual arrogant attitude, “no, there's nothing wrong.. i’m just staring at you, is all.” 

“What.. never seen a foreigner up this close before?” you joke.

He took that joke with a bit of annoyance, his cold and blunt tone of voice seemingly confirming this, “if you would stop speaking so much, that’d be great..” He wasn't trying to hide his irritation at this point. 

“Oh.. okay..” You say, then you go silent, feeling somewhat hurt by his words as you go back to eating your food. 

He stared at you for a while, his eyes not moving from that cold and judgmental look. His dull, blank purple eyes were now glowing slightly, as if he had some sort of strange obsession with just you. His eyes were watching every move you made, almost studying them. He didn't look at you as a person, more as if he was analyzing you and watching your every move. 

You look down at your plate, not meeting his gaze. Your beautiful face was radiating melancholy in response to his words. You take another bite, remaining silent. 

Izana’s eyes were not only judgemental now, but they also had a sinister look to them, as he looked at you with a bit of disgust. 

You look out the window of the restaurant, the sun is setting and casting a beautiful golden glow over your skin. You look like a goddess in the light of golden hour. 

He watches in silence as you look out the window, his eyes not leaving you for a second. He stares at you with his usual cold and ruthless eyes that now had a look of hunger in them. It was almost like you were a piece of meat and he was a predator getting ready to devour you. 

The golden glow makes you look incredibly beautiful and your eyes sparkle when you meet his, where you flash him your gorgeous smile. 

He seemed shocked when you smiled, almost like your beauty froze him in his place. He was almost like that of a statue as he stared at you, with those now glowing eyes of his. He was now staring you down almost lustfully. His eyes were no longer filled with the judgment and coldness from before. He now looked at you in a whole different way. A way that was a bit more sinister and a little perverted. 

You decide to break the silence with small talk, “the sunset sure is pretty.. huh?” You say, and then take another bite of your food. 

He suddenly snapped out of that strange spell you seemed to have put him in. After you spoke, he regained his usual cold and arrogant attitude, his eyes now losing their glimmer. “Yeah, it’s not bad.” He spoke casually and indifferently as he looked at the sunset like you did, he didn’t care too much about it, and he turns his attention back on to you. His eyes still somewhat judge you harshly, showing all sorts of emotions as your beauty grabbed his attention. 

You take another sip of your drink. 

“She’s just.. so beautiful.” He couldn't help but think, there was just something about you that drew him in. It was something he didn't want to resist. It was almost like he didn't want anyone else to take you away from him. He was almost possessive and jealous of everyone around you. 

“How’s your food?” You ask.

“It’s fine.” He spoke in a blunt and indifferent tone once again. His usual cold attitude slightly faded away as he spoke to you. His dull, lifeless eyes were now starting to become more alive, with them looking almost.. warm? Almost as if they were warming up to you little by little. He started to enjoy your company, even as he still judged every move you made with those purple eyes of his, but he was now looking at you with a hint of admiration. 

“Want some of mine?” You look down at your plate.

“No.” He was blunt and quick as you asked him, his tone a bit sharp even, as if your question annoyed him for some reason. “Why would I want yours when mine is just as fine?” 

You frown, “right.. my bad.” 

The waitress comes back over and checks in on the both of you, asking if you need anything else at the moment in Japanese once again. You don’t understand.

“No, we don't need anything else.. why do you keep asking?” He questions in Japanese with a cold and blunt tone, seeming annoyed, and once again you don’t know what he’s saying. A faint look of irritation flashed before he was able to suppress it, his judging eyes gave the waitress a cold glare, while he holds his head up high, his dull, lifeless purple eyes look at her almost like she was nothing but dirt. It seemed he never learned how to be nice. 

The waitress apologizes, and says it’s part of her job to double check on the customers. The only part you understood was “sumimasen,” which is a polite apology. 

He flashed the waitress another look of annoyance, “that’s fine..” He said in a casual and dismissive tone. 

The waitress leaves your table and goes on to checking in on the other customers. Izana sighs a bit, as if he finally got rid of her. After she left, he shifted his attention back to you, and he takes a sip of his drink.

Suddenly a thought comes to your mind, and you can’t help but blush, “so.. is this a date?” You ask, hopeful. 

His eyes widened slightly in surprise for a second when you asked him the question, he places down his drink. He didn’t expect you to ask him that. He’s a little taken back from it. “What?..” He spoke in a shocked and confused tone. 

“I.. was asking if this was a date..” You say nervously. 

He continues to look at you with a confused expression for a moment before he finally answers you, his tone being as blunt and arrogant as ever, “no, it’s not..” he stares at you, seeming uninterested. 

You look down, “oh.. okay.” you say, then fake a smile. 

He seemed to catch that your smile was fake almost instantaneously, making him almost scoff in response. "What's with that fake smile?" He said in a blunt and arrogant tone.

“I.. I guess I was kinda hoping this was a date.” 

“Why would you even think that in the first place?” He was pretty blunt and harsh with his question, asking you in such a way that implied he thought you were stupid for even thinking it. 

“Well.. we’re eating together at a fancy restaurant, so I was hoping maybe it was..” You smile, feeling embarrassed. 

A slight look of annoyance came over him as you spoke, almost as if he didn't like the fact that you thought it was a date. “That doesn’t mean it’s a date.” His tone was even more cold and harsh than before, and his voice seemed to get deeper as he spoke.

“Right.. I apologize.” You flash a smile, though you don’t look happy at all, but even when you look extremely down, he can’t deny how beautiful you are. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you, and he sighs at your apology before he goes back to studying you, trying to find even the tiniest fault. 

The longer he stares, your beauty only intensifies. He’s looking long and hard for something to dislike, but only finds more beauty, and more cute things about you. His eyes scan every little movement and action you make, seeming to look for something to criticize or say mean things to you about. It was like he was trying his hand at the cruel judge, trying to look down on you. Despite trying so hard, his eyes just got drawn in as he discovered more of your beauty. 

You bat your eyelashes at him and you flash him an almost flirty and genuine smile as he stares. 

His eyes widen slightly and his lips part as he now lost himself for a second in your beauty, but then he cleared his throat and his eyes returned to their usual state. A slight look of irritation crosses his face again, almost as if your behaviour made him annoyed in some way. 

You finish your food, and excitement washes over you when you think about dessert. “Now it’s time for dessert!” You exclaim. 

“Dessert isn’t a necessity.” He replied back in his usual arrogant and blunt tone, his deadpan eyes now looking at you with a slight hint of boredom in them. 

“It is for me! you don’t need to get some.” You say. 

“I don’t know.. dessert just seems like something to waste your money on.” He spoke in a sarcastic and rude sort of a way. 

You ignore and signal the waitress over, you know you can’t ask Izana to order for you in Japanese because he’s being difficult for some reason, so you try your best, “mochi aisukurimu, kudasai.” (mochi icecream please), you’re close, but not exactly right. You turn to Izana, “are you sure you don’t want a dessert?” You smile. 

He seems to get slightly annoyed by the fact you even asked him in the first place. He stares at you with that usual cold look of his, seeming to try to look down on you once again as he speaks, “no.. i’m not getting any dessert.” He says, his tone flat. 

You look back at the waitress and smile, trying to use your facial expression to show that’s all you wanted as you nod. The waitress returns the smile, before she nods and walks away from the table. 

“It’s fine.. we can just share mine.” You say, still smiling. 

He seemed to be surprised by your suggestion, his cold and judgmental look seemingly being replaced with a slight look of interest. “Umm.. sure.” He spoke in a more friendly and relaxed tone than usual, a faint hint of friendliness in his voice. His lips curve into a small smirk before he speaks again, “by the way, you forgot the ‘o’ before kudasai,” he points out, teasing you with your mistake. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him and then you look away in a pout. He laughs in response, and shortly afterwards, the waitress returns to your table with the ice cream. 

You look at it and then you smack your forehead against your palm, “I should’ve asked for two spoons.”

He looks at the ice cream and then back at you with a smug expression, “well, I guess we’re gonna have to share, aren’t we?” He says and grabs the spoon, trying a bit of the ice cream. “Oh that is good.. you chose well.” He says, then he offers you the spoon with a slight grin. You blush and take it from him, then you scoop up some and eat it. You can’t help but feel a bit flustered at the fact you’re sharing a spoon with him. You pass it back to him and he has another spoonful, his eyes lighting up, almost as if he was having fun eating the ice cream with you.

He hands you back the spoon and heat rushes to your cheeks when an idea pops into your head, he’ll probably say no, but you wanna at least ask, “can I.. feed you some with the spoon?” 

His eyes widen, completely caught off guard by your request, but to your surprise, he nods, “sure.. go ahead.” 

You feel a rush of excitement as you scoop up some ice cream, then you bring it to his mouth. He parts his lips and let’s you feed it to him. He savours the taste and swallows, “you’re so cute.” He whispers to you softly and quietly. His voice had a slight teasing tone to it. The cold and heartless expression he usually wore was now gone, replaced by a much warmer, friendlier, and playful attitude. 

A tingle shoots down your spine when he calls you cute. “You think I’m cute?”

“Of course, cutie.” He said with a slight wink. 

“That makes me.. really happy.. it’s really surprising to hear.. before.. when you said this wasn’t a date.. I was extremely disappointed.. I didn’t expect you’d say something like that to me.” 

He looks at you with a slight look of surprise, “is that so? well, what if I told you it could be a date now?” He said with a little smirk, his tone still playful. 

“That would make me so.. so happy.” You smile.

“Then I guess it’s a date.” He said with a small laugh, his eyes seeming to glow and you can’t help but blush. 

“You’re so cute when you blush.” He says, and he continues to stare at you.

“Could you.. feed me the ice cream now?” You ask, your cheeks still red. 

He smiled softly at you, his kind and gentle demeanour continuing to show through. “Sure.” He takes the spoon from your hand and scoops up some of the ice cream. He brings it to your mouth, seeming to be really careful while doing so. He had this slight look of kindness and warmth in his eyes, almost like he actually cared for you a bit now as he fed you. 

“Mm.” You utter as you savour the taste in your mouth. 

“Is it good?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“It’s very good.. you feeding me makes it 10 times better.” You say in a flirtatious way. 

You could tell now that he wasn't immune to it, as he blushed a little bit when you spoke to him like that. He scoops up some more ice cream and continues to feed you, “r-really?” 

“Yeah..” You take in the ice cream once again, “mm.” 

He was blushing a lot now as he continued to feed you the ice cream, seeming to enjoy himself. 

A bit of the ice cream gets stuck on your lip, and Izana notices. He leans in a little bit and wipes it off with his thumb, and then he goes back to feeding you. His blush seemed to get stronger after doing so. 

“I’d much have rather you use your lips to wipe it off instead of your thumb.” You say, half jokingly. 

A look of surprise crosses his face for a split second, before he had to look away. Despite his attempt at not making it obvious, his blush got stronger, “w-what? I..” He was at a loss for a way to respond. He looks back at you, before he blushes even more. 

You just let out a giggle in response to his reaction. He just smiles, even if it was a bit awkwardly. He continues to feed you the ice cream. “You’re so mean..” He says in a pouty way. 

You giggle again, and after bit longer of being fed by him, you find yourself wanting to kiss him, wanting to taste his lips. “Kiss me..” You say. 

His eyes widened and he grew flustered by your sudden demand, his face becoming bright red almost instantly. Despite that, he agreed. He now closes the gap between the two of you, leaning in closer over the table. He hesitates for a second, then he kisses you on the lips. 

You return the kiss and utter a “mm” against his lips. He continues to kiss you for a few seconds more, before he pulls away gently. “You’re cute.. that was nice.” He said with a soft and warm tone, still blushing a little bit. He slowly starts feeding you ice cream once again until you finish it. 

“So can you tell me about you now? i’d like to know more about you..” You say.

He’s reluctant, but despite that, he agrees, “sure.. what do you wanna know about me?” 

“Anything, everything.” 

He seemed to pause, not really wanting to tell you about his life. "U-Umm.. well, I, uh.. I actually lead a group.. my group is called Tenjiku."

“A group? what do you mean?” 

He went quiet for a little bit again, as if wondering how to tell you. “I lead a group of criminals..” he says, his dull purple eyes seeming to dim a little bit, and he suddenly became really serious now as he replied to you.  “I.. can't go into much detail about it..” He took another soft breath in, “but we’re called Tenjiku.” 

Your eyes widen in shock and unease, “so.. you’re a criminal?”

He continues to speak in a low and serious tone now, “yeah.. I lead a gang.. of criminals..”

“Oh.. I had no idea.” You say. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 

“I guess I just didn't want to disappoint or scare you off.. I know most people who find out about this usually are.. put off by the truth..” He continued to speak in a low and serious tone, his purple eyes getting a little duller. The kindness in his voice was still present though, and it almost felt like he was feeling a little guilty for not telling you earlier. 

“Well.. I understand that.. it is pretty scary.. I probably would have been scared off if you told me right off the bat.. the truth is.. i’m even scared now.. I knew Japan was popular for gangs, but I didn’t expect to meet a leader of one.” 

He went quiet for a little bit now, seeming to be at a loss of words, until finally he speaks, “do you think I’m a bad guy?” 

“I don’t know.. are you?” 

He was a little bit hurt by that.. that hurt showed on his face as he spoke. He was silent for another moment, before he spoke again, “yeah.. I am..” 

Your eyes widen and you remain silent. Izana went quiet again too, letting the silence linger for a moment. He sighed gently, as his dull eyes got a little bit brighter now. He tried to give you a comforting smile, but his lack of experience was obvious. “Listen.. I might seem scary at first.. but.. you can trust me.. I promise.” 

Your ponder for a second, then you reply, “well, if you’re a criminal.. obviously you’ve done bad things.. so I wanna hear the full truth.. what have you done?” 

His gentle demeanour turned serious once again, and he let out another sigh. “Well..” He clears his throat, and then continues, “i’ve.. induced a suicide.. organized murder.. assaulted people.. and stolen.. really i’ve.. done a lot of bad things.. and I..” He went silent for a moment. “also organize drug and human trafficking.” He spoke with a serious tone, and his purple eyes seemed colder now.

Your eyes widen and your stomach turns. Izana goes silent for a moment, “I know.. i’m a bad person.. aren’t I?” He spoke with a slight frown, as if he was now feeling guilt and remorse, why was he? he never cared before he met you, but now, it’s like he developed these unknown feelings for you, which made him question his life choices, and he didn’t want you to think badly of him now.

He almost teared up from the guilt he felt, but he didn’t, “I understand if you don’t ever wanna see me again after this.. i’m a horrible and dangerous person..” 

“Under different circumstances.. I could’ve very well been kidnapped and sold.. couldn’t I?” 

His eyes froze when you said that, as if those words suddenly sent a shiver down his spine. The guilt and sadness he was feeling seemed to grow ever more apparent as those words sunk in. “I… I’m so sorry.. I.. I can’t believe-” His words faded out, and he held back his tears. 

You study his facial expression as he says that, taking in how guilty he looks, “but.. you feel guilty for the things you do.. you feel remorse.. so no.. you’re not a bad person.. you’re just doing bad things.” 

Hearing those kind words was enough to make him start crying. “You really mean that?” A tear rolled down his face as he spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle. It seemed that his kindness and decency were finally starting to shine through again. “You don't hate me.. after knowing what kind of horrible things I've done?”

“I don’t hate you.” 

He seemed almost relieved by your response. His eyes light up, he’s always been so scared of being alone, he’s sick of people leaving him, and he always had to scare people into sticking by his side, turning them into his servants, but he told you the truth, and you said you don’t hate him. “Really? You don't hate me, even though you know now all of the horrible things I do?” 

You grab his hand from across the table and hold it, “no, I don’t hate you Izana.” 

He seemed a little bit surprised by your sudden intimacy, but he blushes as he takes in the warmth of your hand. He was speechless for a moment, then he took his other hand and placed it on top of yours. “Thank you, for.. accepting me.”

“I’m here for you.. okay?” 

He blushes as he grips your hand tighter, “I.. I can count on you..?” He asked in a soft and gentle tone, it almost sounded like he was in disbelief that he could actually be cared about. 

“You can.. I promise.” 

He softly smiles, “alright then, I’ll hold you to that.” He brings his hand up and starts to stroke your hair, “I want.. to protect you.. to keep you safe.” 

You immediately blush, and you take in his features as he gazes at you with those beautiful purple eyes. You tilt your head to the side with a smile, “I gotta say.. when I imagined gangs and such, I didn’t think the criminals would be this handsome.” 

He blushed at that, “h-huh? really?” He looked away, a little bit embarrassed now as he was complimented by you. He was still stroking your hair gently with his hands from his seat, his elbow rested on the table top. “No one has ever said that to me before..”

“It’s true.. you really are gorgeous.” 

He blushed more now, “well.. you're very beautiful.. but you already know this.. right?” He smiles.

You return the smile, then you suddenly lean over the table and kiss him on the cheek. He wasn’t expecting that, but he liked it a lot, “you’re making me blush..” He spoke with an embarrassed tone, but it sounded like he was happy to be getting attention from you. 

You decide to get up from your side of the booth and join him on his side. You kiss him on the cheek once again, and he slowly leans into your touch. You kiss down his neck passionately, and a slight shiver went down his spine. “Ah..!” He blushed once more now, and he was caught off-guard by your sudden passionate intimacy, but he let you keep going. 

“Do you like that?” You ask in a quiet voice.

It was hard for him to answer, as he felt a little bit embarrassed. He slowly nods, as if in approval, “y-yeah.. that felt nice..” He was starting to enjoy this. 

You lick the skin of his neck and give him a little nibble, and he lets out another quiet little whimper in response. 

You kiss back up his neck and bite his jawline gently, before you lick your way to his lips. His heart seemed to skip a beat when you suddenly bit his jawline, and he let out another quiet whimper. He speaks in a quiet tone, “you know.. you’re really cute.” He says, with your face now extremely close to his. 

You slide your tongue in his mouth and kiss his lips. His tongue meets yours and he kisses back with a passionate and fiery intensity. His hands started to roam around your waist, and he slowly pulls you closer to him to embrace your figure. You moan softly against his lips, and moments later, you both pull away, your lips still feeling tingly from the intensity of the kiss. “Wanna get out of here?” You say. 

He was surprised by your sudden offer, but he quickly accepted, “oh.. yeah.. i’d like that.. i’d like that very much..” 

After a somewhat long walk together, you and Izana arrive at his place. Izana unlocks the door and leads you inside. When he shuts the door behind you, you immediately wrap your arms around him and your lips meet his once again in a passionate kiss. He hands roam your curves and he grabs your waist as he returns the kiss. You can hear his earrings dangle with every movement he makes, and the smell of his cologne, mixed with his natural manly musk drives you insane. You moan softly to his touch, and then you break away from the kiss to speak, “I want you.” 

His eyes lit up, and they started to glow a bit as he listened to your words, “r-really? you want me?” He spoke as if he couldn't believe it himself, but it felt so good to hear you say it. He never had someone want him like this before. 

“Yeah.. take me?” You say, your breath heavy. 

He quickly replies, “yeah.. okay.. i’ll take you.” Izana grips your waist harder as he suddenly picks you up in his arms, your figure is soft and warm as he carries you to his bedroom. He walks slowly, careful to not accidentally hurt you by moving too fast. Izana places you down on the bed before he joins you and leans over you. He looks down at you for a moment, then places a kiss on your lips. He slides his thumb under the strap of your dress and pulls it down, then he does the same for the other one. He tugs on your dress, gently letting the fabric come off of your body. 

His purple eyes glow as he looks at your body now. You’re as beautiful as ever. “You’re so beautiful.. you know that right?” 

You can’t help but blush, and he smiles down at you. “I’m just telling the truth.. you’re really beautiful.” His eyes move up and down your body, “I could stare at you for hours and never get bored.. if i’m being honest.” 

You bite your lip as you gaze back at him, before you tug on the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him. As the fabric slides off his body, you're struck by the sight of his muscular chest and arms. His skin is smooth, and his muscles ripple under the surface. His white hair moves slightly as he tilts his head to the side and smiles at you, his hanafuda earrings dangling with the movement. You can feel your heart racing as you take in the sight of him, and he can’t help but feel happy because of your reaction, “you like what you see?”

Heat rushes through your body, and you can’t help but feel a strong sense of infatuation for him. “I do, very much.” 

He blushes as he looks down at you, and his eyes skim over your body again, “I like what I see as well, beautiful.” 

You take off your panties, now completely bare, and he can’t stop himself from looking down there, his eyes widen and they glimmer as he takes in the sight for a second, and his eyes trail back up your naked body. “You seem really confident about yourself.. like.. really confident.. I have to admit, I find it really sexy.” 

You spread your legs, your whole naked body laid out for him like this as you giggle cutely, “really?” 

He gulps and breathes out heavily as he takes in the sight. You looked so beautiful in front of him, “y-yeah, I really do.. like what I see.” He says, his breath hitched. 

“Wanna taste?” You say as you gaze into his eyes. 

His eyes widen, “I.. I’d really like to.” 

“I’d like that too.” You say.

“Really? you’d like that?” He liked hearing you say that, what you’d like him to do to you, it made him feel hot with desire. 

“I would, i’d like it a lot.” 

Izana let’s out a hot and heavy breath at your words, before he moves down your body, kissing his way down. You let out a soft moan when you suddenly feel him kiss your slit, and he looks up at you with a small smile. He started experimenting with his tongue, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous because he was still new to all of this.. but he kept going, because he wants to taste you and please you. His tongue begins working your clit, he seemed to actually be quite good at it, despite not having experience with this kind of thing before. He was starting to get more and more passionate about it, the way he started to make out with your pussy. His throbbing length only got harder in his pants the longer he enjoyed the taste and smell, and the way you moan as your body twitches. 

“Mm, that’s so good Izana..” You moan.

He shudders as he hears your words, and he gets lost in the pleasure of it all now, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, maybe even more. He continues his tongue action as he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, cherishing every single second. His intense erection pulses, and he moans against your pussy. 

You can feel yourself getting close, and he notices that you are. He keeps going, but speeds up his actions a bit. After a few moments, your pleasure reaches a fever pitch, and your body shoots up as you climax, your thighs locking Izana’s head in place for a moment as you grip his white hair with your hand. 

He blushes and moans softly in response to your actions, and there’s passion in his tone when he speaks, “was it good?” 

“It was amazing.” 

He seemed to be very pleased with himself now, as he was successful at making you feel good. “I’m glad it was.. I really liked it too.” 

You look into his eyes with pure infatuation, “I want you.. inside..” 

He blushed heavily after he heard those words, and he couldn’t help but feel excited, “o-okay..” He says, and stands up. He unties his sweatpants and lets them drop, followed by his boxers, revealing his throbbing length. Your mouth waters when you take in the sight of his purely naked body, and he leans over you on the bed once again. 

“Do you wanna be inside of me?” You ask, you wanna hear him say it. 

He nods his head quickly a couple of times, and passion fills his purple eyes. “Yeah.. yes!! I want it.. badly..!” it was starting to get harder for him to contain his excitement now. 

You decide to flip him over and get on top of him, and he’s completely caught off guard. This was something he wasn’t expecting at all. He didn’t move a muscle, he seemed to want you to have your way with him. 

You grab his length and sit down on it, letting it slowly go inside. He let out a gasp at that, as his purple eyes lit up. “O-Oh.. oh wow.. that’s.. that’s a different feeling.. but.. it’s.. it’s so good..” 

“Do you like that?” You say, and you’ve lowered yourself completely on him, his length deep as possible inside of you. 

“Yeah.. yeah.. I do..! it feels really good.” His breath hitches, “I.. I like this a lot.” 

“Me too.. being filled by you, it’s all I want.” 

“Oh really?” He spoke in a happy and soft tone as he placed his hands on you, gripping your waist tightly now. “I can’t wait to do this every day.. only with you.” His eyes were filled with passion and desire as he spoke. 

You blush at his words, and a tingle shoots through you. You begin moving, and he gasped slightly the moment he felt you start to move. “Oh.. oh.. g-god..”

As you move, you lean down to run your fingers through his white hair, and you kiss his neck. 

“Ah! oh my..” He was completely lost in the sensations and the passion you both shared. You continue to kiss his neck as you move up and down on him, and he gets goosebumps all over his body. “Oh.. I.. I love this.. so much.” He spoke, and more sounds escape his mouth the longer you do it. 

“Do I feel good?” You ask. 

“You feel amazing..!” 

“So do you, mm.” You moan, and he blushes deeply at your words.

As you move up and down on him, you can’t help but admire how handsome he is as he lays there, the moonlight spills through the window, casting a beautiful glow over his tanned skin. His muscles ripple and glisten in the light, and his white hair sticks to his face slightly from sweat. His purple eyes glint with a fierce desire that sends shivers down your spine, and the smell of his cologne mixed with his natural manly musk drives you wild. You can’t get over how perfect he is. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.” You say.

He was speechless for a moment. “I.. I am?” He seemed surprised by your words. 

You nod, and the smile on his face got bigger now as he looked at you, feeling flattered. 

“You’re.. so perfect.” You say as you pick up your pace on him. 

He was completely taken by you, as he was getting lost in the feeling of it all. His eyes glowed brighter and brighter the more you spoke to him like that, and moved on him. He leans his head back and lets out more moans, as your words and actions continued to send him into a state of pleasure. 

“Are you getting close?” You ask.

“Yeah.. I am..” He became more passionate now as he tried to move himself slightly, he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down on him fast, he made a low growling sound as he moved you, “nnh, I.. I can barely stand it anymore..!” 

“Me too, together, okay?” 

“Okay..” He says. He let out a few more sounds of pleasure before he finally got there, he releases inside of you, and the feeling makes him shoot up and whimper uncontrollably. You now reach your climax as well, and the feeling of your walls suddenly pulsing around him catches him completely off guard, his eyebrows tilt up, “oh.. oh g-god..! it.. it feels so.. amazing..” he moans. 

Moments later, you gently pull off of him, and he lets out a hissing sound as you do so. You collapse on the bed beside him and he wraps his arms around you. He smiles as you nuzzle into him, and shortly after, you both fall asleep.

Some time later, he finally woke up to see you next to him, his eyes glimmer as he gazes at you, still sleeping soundly. He smiles as he looks at you for a moment, and the look in his eyes was filled with a certain kind of love and care. He continues to look down at you, and then he thinks for a moment. “Hmm.. I wanna do it again.. I really do.” He lets out a soft moan. “Hey.. do you want to?” His eyes had excitement in them, he really wanted a second round now. You start to wake up from your slumber when you heard indistinct talking, “hmm? did you say something Izana?” 

“Oh! yeah.. I think you might’ve missed it.. well.. I uh.. I really want it again now.” He said in a soft tone. 

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah! you have no idea how much I want it now.. and I’ve never felt this way before.. i’ve never wanted something this bad.. ever..!” There was a certain level of desperation and need in his tone now.

“I want it too. I want you.” 

“Y-You do?” He asked in a voice that was filled with excitement, “i’m glad to hear that.” He leans over you and winks, “you ready?” 

“I’m more then ready, baby.” 

“O-Oh.. oh my.” His eyes got brighter the moment you said that, and he looked at you with such intensity now. He kisses you passionately, and he lets out a soft growl after the kiss. He puts his hand on your hip and grips it as he slides himself inside of you, and he whimpers as he takes in the feeling of your wet and warm walls, he’s already addicted to them. You moan when he hits deep inside of you, “mm, Izana.” 

“Nnh, oh my.” He utters in response to hearing you moan his name. He starts to breath heavily as he begins moving in and out of you. He starts off slow and deep, “god I love this feeling.. hnn! I feel like I could just keep going.. and going.. and going..!” He picks up his pace a little, and he buries his face into your neck as he thrusts into you. You feel his hot and heavy breath in your ear and he speaks lowly with his raspy and nasally sounding voice, “you feel so so amazing.” 

His voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts his head back up and looks down at you as he continues his thrusts, each one hitting your sweet spot. 

“I never thought doing this would feel so good..” He says, and speeds up his thrusts to where he’s now pounding into you. He could feel his limit approaching, and you could feel yours as well. “You ready?” He asks. 

“I’m ready.” 

“G-Good.. I can’t hold it back any.. longer.. nnh!” You both reach your climax together, your bodies twitching as the pleasure consumes you. 

He remains inside of you for a moment, savouring the feeling, before he finally pulls out and collapses beside you. 

“I love you.” You say. 

He was still trying to catch his breath, but a smile comes across his face, “y-you do? well.. I love you too.” He says as he pulls you in to cuddle. 

“I hate that I have to go back home soon.. I don’t wanna leave you.” 

“You.. really don’t wanna leave me?” well.. I don’t want you to leave me either.. I really don’t.” He frowns as he thinks about it. 

“I wish I could stay.. I want to so badly.. I just don’t know what to do.” 

“I want that too.. more than anything.. I want you to stay here.. I want you to stay.. with me, here.” 

“Are you implying I move in with you?” 

Izana’s eyes got brighter, “yes! yes.. I really want you to stay with me.. and I know this is sudden, but I don’t wanna loose you.. we’ve only just begun.” 

“I’d love to! I wanna be with you.” 

“He seemed extremely happy by your words, “y-you really mean that?” 

You nod and nuzzle into him. He embraces you deeply, “i’ll make you happy.” 

You smile, “i’m glad I came to Japan.” 

“I’m glad too.. because of you I feel like I’m complete now.. I can’t explain it, but.. it’s a good feeling.. a really good feeling..” 

You chuckle as a thought comes to your mind, “you know.. for someone who’s a dangerous criminal, you’re one loveable man.” 

Izana blushes a little bit, “I.. I am?” He seemed happy to hear that he was seen that way by you. “You.. really think that about me..?”

“I do.. I love you so much.” 

He started to tear up a bit, and he speaks in a soft tone, “I really love you too, so much.”

“How much?” You smile, wanting to hear more. 

“You really want to know? I love you.. more than anything.. right now, there’s nothing more important in my life than what I feel for you.. I want you as my special someone, and I really mean that.” He spoke with such passion.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” 

Izana nods frantically, “yes! I really want that.” He exclaims. 

“I’d love to.” You say.

“Though you should know, that with you being my girlfriend, if anyone finds out, there’s a chance my enemies could come for you.. but don’t worry.. I promise i’ll keep you safe.. i’d never let anything happen to you.” Izana gave you a quick look of reassurance now, he did indeed mean it, he really would do anything to protect you. 

“I understand.. i’m not worried at all.. I trust you completely.. I know you can protect me.” 

“Then I guess it’s settled.. you’re my girlfriend..” He kisses your forehead. 

You smile and blush, then you let out a yawn, “we should go back to sleep.” You say.

“We should.. it’s super late.. and I wanna take you on a date tomorrow..” He says in a low voice. 

Your smile grows bigger in response to his words, and he grips you tighter in his arms. He places one last kiss on your forehead before you both eventually doze off. 

The sun was shining brightly through the window when Izana woke up, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. As he looked around, his eyes fell on you, still sleeping peacefully in the bed beside him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the way the sun was shining on you, casting a beautiful radiance over your features. The blanket only covered your lower body, leaving your upper bare and exposed to the light. You looked like an angel, so peaceful and serene in your slumber. Izana couldn't help but stare at you for a little bit, feeling a sense of awe at the beauty of the moment. 

As you start to stir, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You open your eyes and look up to see Izana staring at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. You smile groggily and say "good morning" in a soft, sleepy voice. Izana’s eyes widen a little, and he smiles at you. “Good morning,” he says, his voice warm and gentle. “So.. about our date.. is there any places you’d like to go?” 

You take a moment to think about it, “hmm, let me think,” you say, your mind racing with ideas. “How about we go to Cosmo World?” 

Izana’s eyes light up at your suggestion, and he nods enthusiastically, “yes..! let’s do it, i’ll take you there..” 

You look at Izana, now feeling a little uncertain, “but isn’t it a far walk from here?” you ask. 

Izana nods, “it is.. but who said we we’re walking?” he smirks slightly, “we’re gonna take my bike of course.” 

“Your bike? you mean like a paddle bike?” You ask, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Izana laughs amusedly, “no, not a paddle bike,” he says, grinning. “My motorcycle.” 

You look at him surprised, “you have a motorcycle?” 

He nods a yes, and he can’t help but smile at your reaction. 

You both get out of bed and start getting ready for your date. You're feel excited as you get dressed and fix your hair. Soon, you're both ready to go, and you make your way outside. Izana leads you behind his place, where his motorcycle is parked. You can feel your heart racing as you look at it, “wow," you say, looking at Izana. "it’s really nice." He grins, looking pleased. "Thanks," he says. "I'm glad you like it." 

Izana brushes off the seat of his motorcycle and you sit on the back. He gets on in front of you, stepping over the bike with one leg and sitting down. He puts the keys in the ignition and starts it up. You hear the roar of the engine, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. The sound is deep and powerful, like a wild animal growling. Izana revs it, and you hear the exhaust pop and crackle. You can feel the vibrations from the engine, and you feel a sense of exhilaration building inside you. Izana turns his head to look back at you, grinning. “You ready?” He gave you a look that had a tinge of teasing. 

You nod, "i’m ready." You wrap your arms around him, and he smiles, giving the throttle a little bit of a turn. The bike takes off at a high speed, and you feel the wind rushing past you. You hold on tight, feeling the same sense of exhilaration continue to build inside you. Izana handles the bike with ease. His white hair blows in the wind, and you can smell his cologne mixed with the smell of the exhaust. You lean your head against his back, feeling the warmth of his body and the rumble of the engine. You’re a bit nervous, and you feel like you're flying, but you never want the ride to end. 

His eyes widened as he felt you nuzzle into his back, he smiles warmly, then tilts his head back with a playful grin, “you’re not afraid.. are you?” His voice was a little more raspy, almost like he was trying to tease you. 

You playfully hit him, “no! i’m not afraid!” you half lie.

“Really? then.. why did you bury your face into my back.. hm?” He chuckles a bit, “you’re a bad liar..” You see him smile softly in the mirror of the bike as his eyes focus on the road ahead. He returns your gaze in the mirror, and you turn your head to the side, “hmph!” you utter.

He chuckles a bit more, before he reaches his hand back and pulls your face back towards the mirror, “that won’t work.” He says with a playful grin, “I can’t take my eyes off of you.. you’re just.. so beautiful.” He teases with his nasally voice. 

“Eyes on the road.. mister.” You say with a faint grin, clearly liking the attention but trying to deflect. 

“Oh fine! I get it..” He rolls his eyes with a pout as he focuses on the road, but he still decides to disobey and glance at you in the mirror once again. Your hair blows in the wind, and the sun casts a glow over your skin, you’re smiling, clearly enjoying yourself. “You look.. so incredible right now.” He says softly.

You blush, and you decide to kiss his cheek. A shiver runs down his spine and he leans his head back into yours for a moment as he drives, “y-you’re so adorable.” 

Shortly after, you both pull up to Cosmo World. Izana comes to a stop and turns off the engine, and the sound of the rumbling motorcycle fades away. You both get off the bike, and stretch your legs. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air on your skin as you hear the distant sounds of laughter and music. You look at Izana, and you see him smile at you. He runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it, then he offers you his hand to take. “My princess.. i’ll make sure we have a great day together.. alright?” 

You take his hand and nod with a smile, and you couldn’t help but blush when he called you princess. You both walk towards the entrance of the amusement park, hand in hand. 

“Alright.. let’s go.. I wanna see that beautiful smile of yours more.” He gave you a look that seemed to tease you as you both walked. 

As you walk through the theme park, you suddenly notice a takoyaki stand. The smell of the savoury octopus balls fills your nostrils, and your stomach rumbles. You turn to Izana with a grin, "hey, wanna get some takoyaki? i’ve been wanting to try it forever!" You feel a sense of excitement, and you can't wait to taste the delicious Japanese street food. You look at Izana, and you see him smile at you. "Sure, princess. Let's get some takoyaki." 

You both walk over to the takoyaki stand, and you see the vendor frying up the octopus balls on a griddle. Izana steps up to the vendor and asks for two servings in Japanese. The vendor nods and starts to prepare the takoyaki. You watch as he drizzles the sauce and sprinkles the bonito flakes on top of the crispy balls. You can't wait to taste them. The vendor places the balls of takoyaki and a pick in each a box, then hands them both to Izana. Izana gives you one.

“Let’s go eat them on that bench.” You say. 

Izana nods, and follows you over to the bench. He sits down really close to you, and you both take the first bite of your food. The savoury flavours explode in your mouth, and you close your eyes in pleasure. You hear Izana chuckle, and you open your eyes to see him smiling at you. “Is it good?” He asks.

You nod frantically with your mouth full, and Izana’s smile grows even bigger, as his eyes look at you with a sense of awe in them. 

“Can.. I feed you one?” You ask.

He smiles softly, “of course.” 

You stick your pick into another takoyaki ball and bring it to his mouth, “say ahh!” you say cutely. 

He gives you another quick little smile, then he softly says “ahh,” as you feed him the snack. “Mmm.” 

“Can you feed me now?” You ask with a blush.

“Of course..” Izana sticks a takoyaki ball on his pick, he seemed a bit eager to do it. He brings it to your mouth, repeating your process, “say ahh..” 

You open your mouth, “ahh!” 

Izana gently feeds you the snack, and you look absolutely adorable while he does so.. Izana thought it was the cutest thing ever. 

“Mmm.” You utter with a closed eye smile. 

“Aww. You just look so cute right now.” He spoke in a soft and gentle tone as he continued to feed you, which made him more and more flustered. 

People walking by could only see the both of you as a lovey-dovey couple as you continue to feed each other and talk cute. They’d never guess Izana is a ruthless gang leader, not even in their wildest dreams by the way he was acting with you. As the people pass by they just smile at the both of you. You seemed to compliment each other, like you were made for each other. 

A little girl walks by and glances over at the both of you. She stops in her tracks, her eyes curious. “Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” She asks. 

Izana starts to go a bit red from the little girls question, and he looks at you with a smile. His eyes glisten as he answers the little girls question, “y-yeah.. we are.” He says in a gentle tone.

The little girl goes silent for a moment as she stares Izana down, “you aren’t good enough for her!” He little girl blurts. Children often have a tendency to be blunt and honest with their opinions, which can sometimes be harsh. The little girl's comment about Izana not being good enough for you is a typical example of this behaviour. The little girl is also able to see through Izana's exterior and make a judgment about his character, which is something that children sometimes do. 

Izana went from flustered to annoyed now, as he looked down on the child, feeling offended. “Wh-What did you say?” His eyes went dull, and even had the familiar menacing tinge to them. It was clear he was a bit irritated and annoyed by the little girl’s comment. 

The little girl glares back, “you heard me!” 

He seemed to look even more irritated now as the little girl glared at him like that. Well.. maybe it’s not the best idea to be irritated by someone so young? “Why do you feel like that?” Izana asked the little girl. 

“Because.. you’re a bad guy!” She says. 

Izana seemed to be even more annoyed now as the little girl called him a bad guy. Well.. maybe she had a point..? “What do you mean.. a ‘bad’ guy?” He asked her, and he stared at her with those dull purple eyes. He was starting to sound more aggressive in a way, as he was getting more and more irritated by the little girl. 

The little girl furrows her eyebrows, “I don’t know! you’re just a bad-guy!” 

Izana was even more annoyed now, as the little girl seemed to be very stubborn, He was thinking on what to say next, she seemed to get on his nerves in the worst way possible. “What exactly makes me a ‘bad-guy’ then?” He asks sternly, trying to bait her into feeling like she’s wrong. 

The little girl thinks for a moment, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. “I don’t know okay!” She yells.

Izana looks down on her sternly, “then why say that? if you don’t even know why?” He gave her a really harsh look, and his eyes gleamed in a very frightening manner. 

The little girl growls before she replies, “I.. I just know you’re bad!” 

“Then that’s just rude! you can’t accuse someone of being bad if you can’t even give reasons.” His voice sounded even more menacing as he stared down at the child, his words had the intentions of gaslighting her. His eyes are completely flared and his agitation radiates off of him. 

Alright this has gone far enough, you decide to step in, “come on Izana, she’s just a little girl.” You say and ruffle his hair. 

Izana then softens up now, as his eyes calm down. There was now no more of a menacing or irritated look from him.. He was back to soft and a little bit shy again now, all because of you, it’s crazy how easily you can change his mood. He smiled as you ruffled his hair, and he looks at you for a moment with pure love in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.” 

You look toward the little girl, “you should go back to your mommy now, she might be worried about you.” You say gently.

The little girl looks at you for a second before she runs off. You turn your attention back on Izana, “are you okay? she said some pretty harsh things to you.” 

“Pfft.. don’t worry about me.. it’s fine.. you know what they say.. kids will be kids..! hmph.. whatever.. she’s just a little brat.. i’ll be fine.” Izana rolls his eyes as he speaks with a petty tone of voice. 

You smile with your eyes closed, you can’t help but find it extremely cute the way he pouted like that. The smile kinda fades from your face when a thought comes to mind, “do you get called a bad person a lot?”

He goes silent for a moment, before he speaks, “yeah.. you get used to it after awhile.. it’s only natural, I am a bad person after all.. it’s just a day in the life for me.” 

You frown and look towards the ground. Then you turn your head back towards Izana once again, “hey, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” You exclaim.

Izana seems to really like your suggestion, and he smiles, “okay.” 

You both stand up from the bench, Izana takes the empty takoyaki boxes and throws them in the garbage. Then, you both make your way to the Cosmo Clock. As you both come past the restrooms, Izana says he'll be right back and heads inside. Your eyes scan the sights around you and you feel a sense of excitement as you glance at the ferris wheel. While you continue to wait outside for Izana, two guys notice you and walk over to you, “hey there, beautiful. What's a girl like you doing all alone here?” One guy says, then the other speaks. “yeah, we noticed you from over there and couldn't resist coming over to say hi. You look amazing.” They spoke to you in English, barely even pronouncing the words right. 

“Thanks for the compliment, but i’m not interested.” You say politely but firmly. 

He wraps his arm around you, “come on, don’t be like that. We’re just tryna have a good time. You should join us.” 

“Yeah, we’re really fun to be around. You won’t regret it.” 

When he wrapped his arm around you, you felt your body tense up. You shifted slightly away from him and tried to smile politely, but you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. 

As Izana walked out of the washroom, he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of getting back to you and riding the ferris wheel together. "Hey, I'm back-" he started to say, but his words trailed off as he noticed two guys standing near you. One of them had his arm around you, and you looked uncomfortable. Izana started to get irritated now, as he then saw the two guys who were clearly trying to hit on you. He really wanted to say something to them. 

The two guys don’t seem to notice Izana behind them just yet, as they continue to hit on you. One of the guys leaned in closer to you and said, "come on, don't be shy. We just want to get to know you." 

The other guy chimes in, “yeah, hang out with us for a bit, we’ll pay for everything, let us show you around..” 

Izana’s irritation grew, as he then walks over and firmly pulls the guy's arm off of you, “she’s taken, get lost.” He says, his eyes wide as he looks down on the two guys with a stern and menacing look. The guy looks surprised but quickly regains his composure, “hey man, no need to get aggressive.” The guy says in a almost taunting way, clearly not taking Izana seriously. The other guy decides to run his fingers through your hair and move it behind your ears, “listen, why don’t you ditch your boyfriend and come hang out with us?” 

Seeing that happen, Izana snapped. He grabbed the two guys by their clothes, and pulled them close to him, as he spoke in a loud and sharp tone, his purple eyes had a threatening tinge to them, “how about you fuck off?” He said, then let go of the both of them. hegrabs your hand, firmly dragging you away from them in an almost possessive manner. You look at his face, and his expression is dark as he looks ahead through his eyelashes. 

Despite Izana pulling you away, the guys don't give up. They walk up behind you and pull you out of Izana’s grasp. They really don’t know who they’re dealing with. Izana quickly reacts, he turns around and grabs them by the collar of the shirt with each a hand and pushes them to the ground. He glares down at them, his expression dark and angry. His eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and superiority as he looks down on them as if they're nothing but trash. “Leave, at once.” He demands. 

The two guys stand up and scoff, before they walk away. Izana’s eyes turn back on you, and the menacing glint quickly fades as he looks at you. “I’m so sorry about that.” He says.

You flash a closed eye smile at him, “it’s fine.” 

“No.. it’s not.. the nerve of them, to just put their hands on you like that, and right in front of me too..” his eyes turn dark once again, “I could just kill them.” 

Your eyes widen, and you can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, honestly, it’s probably better for you not to know. 

Izana watched as your eyes widened, “i’m sorry.. I just hate any guy who even dares to look at you.. for even a second.” He seemed to be really possessive of you. Izana sighs for a moment, and his facial expression turns back soft as he gathers himself. “You’re mine..” He says gently, and he finds himself getting distracted by your beauty once again. 

You can’t help but blush as you gaze up into his purple eyes. He kisses you on the cheek, “shall we go for our ride now?” He says.

You nod and he holds out his hand for you to take once again. As you both make your way to the ferris wheel, Izana notices all of the guys who’s eyes lock on to you. He started to get annoyed with every guy who did so, he didn’t like seeing so many guys look at what was his. He wanted to be the only one for you. His purple eyes flicker, as he wanted no other guy to look at you, except him. 

The further you walk into the theme park, the more Izana notices how many male eyes look at you. His irritation only grew, and he speaks to himself in a very quiet and annoyed tone, “do they ever just give up?” 

You look at him, “what do you mean?” You ask, kinda confused.

“I mean.. they just keep looking at you.. and won’t stop staring at you.. I don’t want them to.. I mean, you’re mine.. and they shouldn’t be allowed to.” He spoke in a annoyed tone, as he was now quite a bit pissed off from the guys staring at you. 

“She’s beautiful.” A guy says to his friend, before he quickly writes down his number and walks up to the both of you, “hey! you’re a foreigner right? you’re really pretty.. here’s my um.. my number, and some free tickets for dessert.” They seemed to disregard Izana, simply not even caring. The guy hands you the piece of paper and tickets. 

Izana gets even more ticked off, and he steps forward a little, “get lost.. now.” he says as he puts his hand out with a menacing look on his face. 

The one who gave you the number and tickets furrows his eyebrows at Izana, “I wasn’t talking to you.” 

Izana wasn’t having any of it now, as he steps closer to the guy, he speaks in a really angry tone, his eyes glowing with malice, “do I need to say it again?” He sounded really pissed off, as he then clenched his fists. He was on the very edge of hurting them now, about to lose his temper. 

The guys decide to just ignore Izana as they continue to talk to you, their words are polite as they ask you questions, trying to engage in conversation with you, pretending Izana isn’t even there. The guy who gave you his number and the tickets earlier then says, “hey, why don’t you let us show you around? i’m sure there’s lots of stuff you haven’t done yet, let me treat you.” 

Izana became even more angry, and his eyes widen as he makes his threat clear, “leave.” His tone sounded terrifying, and those dull purple eyes of his were so menacing that those guys could feel it in their bones. 

The two gulp, and the one who gave you his number and the tickets scoffs, before he looks toward you once again, “you have my number, if you loose this piece of filth, give me a call.” The guy says before walking away with his friend.

Izana turns his attention back on you, then he speaks in his usual monotone voice, “I hope they learned their lesson not to mess with me.” He puts his arm around you and kisses you on the side of your head. 

You look at the piece of paper with the number on it for a moment, and Izana’s eyebrows furrow, “you going to call the guy?” He spoke in a petty tone of voice, clearly jealous that you even dared to look at the piece of paper as he pulls his arm off of you.

You flash him an incredulous look and snicker, “you really think i’m gonna call him?” 

Izana was completely taken aback for a moment when the incredulous look appeared on your face, he then just chuckled a little bit, and he speaks to you with a softer tone now, and he wraps his arm around you once again,  “yeah.. I guess I got a little too paranoid there.. sorry about that haha.. I just get really protective over you, you know?” 

You rip up the piece of paper and toss it in the nearby garbage can, “you’re the only guy I want.” 

“Good.” He looks at you with a half smile, his facial expression is loving, but also has a tint of malice. 

Shortly afterwards, you both finally arrive at the ferris wheel. You both get in line and Izana pays for the tickets. Then, you approach the Ferris wheel and get in the cage. Izana tells you to get in first, so you sit down and buckle up. You feel a bit nervous, but also excited. Izana notices you shaking slightly and speaks in a soft voice, “you okay, sweetheart? do you feel nervous or anything?” 

“I’m kinda nervous.. but.. also really excited.” You say.

He places his arm around you and pulls you into his embrace as the ferris wheel starts moving, and you can feel your heart racing. When you get to the top, you stand up to look out the window of the cage, you take in the view and you can see the whole amusement park below you. Izana stands up to look out the window with you, and he wraps his arms around you from behind, “wow.. the view is really pretty from up here.” He smiles gently, then he looks at you, your facial expression is one of excitement, and the sun shines on your skin, “you look amazing, you know?” He says in a gentle voice.

“This whole view, and you decide to turn your eyes on me?” You say in an almost teasing tone. 

Izana smirks, “of course.. you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve seen all day.” 

You turn around and press your body up against his, “you really think i’m that beautiful?”  

Izana gets flustered and his purple eyes widen. As he looks at you, a soft blush spreads across his face. In a soft and gentle tone, he says, “you’re.. more than just beautiful.. you’re perfect..” He was blushing really deeply now, and his breathing became heavier as your body is pressed against him.

“You really think so?” You ask, before you start kissing up his neck. 

He then lets out a soft and gentle moan, before he speaks, “y-yes..! I do.. y-you’re the most perfect person in the world..” He says as his eyes roll to the back of his head from your kisses on his neck.

“Tell me more.” You say as you kiss all up his neck, and his jawline. 

“A-Ahh.. d-don’t do that..! t-that’s.. that’s just..” A strong blush covers his face, “that’s just gonna make me go completely crazy..! I-I can’t help myself.. a-and then.. i’m gonna go out of control..” 

You smirk as you continue to do it. He starts to moan really loudly now, as his purple eyes close. “Annh..!”

You continue your kisses up his jawline, and then you kiss his ear, while breathing softly into it. 

This caused him to shiver slightly, as he started to speak in an even softer and sweeter tone now, “o-oh..! oh my.. that’s so good..! that feels so g-good..!” 

You nibble on his earlobe and lick it, which causes Izana to let out soft whimpers, and his whole body trembles as he was really sensitive in this moment. “Y-You’re gonna make me.. go wild if you keep doing that to me.. mmh..!” 

You continue to do it, and then you switch to the other side, repeating the same process. 

“Y-You’re gonna.. drive me wild… s-stop it.. I-I’m so sensitive right now..” He says, his breath hitched. 

You push your body firmly against him towards the seat of the cage and you grab his arms to sit him down. You sit on top of him, straddling him as you continue to bite and lick his earlobe, while also breathing into it, your breath hot.

Izana’s whole body was quivering now, and hard moans escape his mouth. “G-God.. d-don’t do that.. f-freakin’ hell.. y-you’re gonna kill me..” He leans his head back, giving you even more room to work with. 

You moan softly in his ear as you continue to lick and bite his earlobe, also giving kisses to his ear canal. 

Izana let’s out even more moans in response to your actions, “a-ah.. g-god.. i’m gonna go insane..!”

You start to sway your hips forward, grinding against the hardness that’s bulging through his pants. 

His eyes widen and his eyebrows tilt upward as he lets out a loud moan, he was really starting to lose his mind now. His body trembles, “nnh, p-please.. y-you’re driving me c-crazy.” His eyes become weak and close as he takes in the feeling of you teasing his neck and ear while grinding against him. 

You then start sucking on his earlobe, and Izana shakes and trembles as you do so, “g-god.. damn it..! f-freakin’ h-hell… y-you just.. won’t fuckin stop, will you..” He says as he bites his lip.

“Of course not.. my love.” You say, your soft voice filling his ear. 

He then lets out a soft and gentle whimper, and his eyes open once again, “that’s really.. f-fuckin’ h-hot.. g-gah!! this is too.. f-fuckin’ good now..! y-you’re f-fuckin’ driving me crazy..” 

“How badly do you want it?” You say quietly in his ear. 

He lets out another moan, “well.. from the sounds I’m making and the way I’m acting.. i’d say.. that I want it .. r-really badly.. my god.. c-can you really not tell at this point..?”

You giggle, “I can, I just wanted to hear you say it.” You smile mischievously.

Izana chuckles softly, “well, you got what you wanted then.” He winks and smirks a little bit, right before he starts getting touchy with you.. He runs his hands down your sides and grips your hips, pulling you against his hardness. 

As you continue to tease his ear, you suddenly whisper, your angelic voice filling his ears, “I want you..” you then moan softly, “Izana.” You pause for a moment, “right here.” 

Izana shudders in response, and his eyes widen as he looks at you with a surprised look. “Wh-What did you just say..?” That really turned him on a lot, and he wanted to make sure he knew exactly what you meant. 

“I want you.. right here.. let’s do it.. there’s still 10 mins or more left to the ride.. we got time.” You say in a soft voice.

His cheeks and nose flush red, and he nods. “I want you too.. so badly it’s driving me insane..! I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.. if you want it.. then I want it..! so.. d-do whatever you want with me..” 

Your body tingles in response to his needy words, and an idea comes to mind, “how about I start with this..?” You kneel down and unbutton his pants. 

He blushes frantically, and his purple eyes widen and gaze down at you, “wh- you’re gonna.. s-start with that..?” He grits his teeth in anticipation as he watches you, he’s never gotten head before. “M-Maybe I should ask.. a-are you sure?” 

You smile as you unzip his pants, “I am.. I wanna taste.” You say.

Heat rushes through his body when he hears you say that, “oh god..” He says and his body trembles in response to your fingers prying at his pants. 

He shifts his body up for a moment and lets you pull off his pants and boxers in one go. You grab the length with your hand and take it in your mouth, creating suction with your lips as you take him in. You look up at him, your mouth full. 

Izana let’s out a loud whimper and he grits his teeth as he looks down at you, his body trembling, “nnh, oh..! oh f-fuck..! that feels.. so fuckin’ good..!” 

You begin sucking at a slow pace while batting your eyelashes at him. A strong blush covers his face and his eyes glimmer as he looks down at you, “holy shit..! d-don’t look at me like that..! it’s gonna fuckin’ nnh.. drive me crazy..!” He had a soft smile on his face as he closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasurable feeling he’s getting from you.

You speed up your sucking as you look at him with a pure desire and hunger for him. Izana looks down at you through his lower lashes as you do so, and he moans loudly as he reaches out to caress the back of your head. “Annh..! o-oh my..! f-fuckin’ hell.. y-you’re an angel..! y-you’re fuckin’ killin’ me right now..!” 

You decide to flick the tip with your tongue as you continue sucking him. Izana shudders and gets extremely flustered at the feeling, “oh..! oh god..! d-don’t do that..! f-fuck..! t-too.. fuckin’ good..! how are you so good at this..?!” 

You speed up even faster, and Izana can feel himself getting close. His eyes close and he leans his head back as he focuses on the feeling, his body is trembles, and his whimpers become more frequent. “Annh..! that’s so.. so fuckin’ good..!” 

You pull your mouth off for a moment, “release in my mouth.. I wanna taste it.” You say, before you take his length back in your mouth once again and resume sucking.

He opens his eyes to look down at you, “oh god.. a-are you sure?” 

You nod, and utter an “mhm,” with your mouth full. His face turns deep red and he moans at the thought. “Okay.. if you insist..” His moans become louder and his breathing gets heavier as the pleasure builds within him, “mmh, f-fuck.. i’m close..!” His whimpers become more frequent and louder, “g-god.. n-now.. i’m gonna..” He grits his teeth and hisses, then he releases. He grips his hold on the back of your head harder and holds your head in place as he spurts his cum in your mouth. His body trembles to the warmth of your mouth, and his whimpers are loud and frantic as he releases every last drop. 

You utter a “mmm” as your mouth fills with his cum, swallowing up the delicious salty liquid. After a moment, you pull your mouth off of his length, and you lick your lips with a grin. 

Izana’s eyes widen as he watches, and he bites his lip. He lets out a soft and quiet purr of satisfaction. 

“Was that good?” You ask as you go to sit back on top of him, straddling him once again. 

His lips curve up into a smile, and he slowly nods his head, “oh.. it was so good.. I was so surprised when you started to do that to me though, it was so out of no where.. b-but, god.. it was fuckin’ amazing.” 

You smirk mischievously, “what can I say.. when I want my man.. I want him now. I ain’t gonna wait.” 

Izana smirks at you, “heh, i’m yours now.. you can use me anyway you want.” 

You kiss him on the lips, before you speak in a gentle voice, “I love teasing the hell out of you.. how can I not when you whimper for me like that.”

He bites his lip, “g-god.. i’m not even gonna deny that.. you’re absolutely amazing at it.. I really love it when you tease me.. it gets me all hot and bothered..” He says as he grips your hips and pulls your body firmly against him as you straddle him.

You can feel his hardness growing once again from beneath you, and his bare length rubs against your panty covered clit underneath your skirt. 

You feel Izana suddenly grip your hips a little tighter as he then lifts your body slightly, he quickly takes a hand under your skirt and tugs on the band of your panties, pulling them down. His breaths are heavy as he now has both hands on your waist. He moves his hands down your body and cups your ass, and he positions you over his tip, where he lowers your body on his length, letting himself be buried within your walls. He makes a hissing sound as he goes deeper, “nnh, you’re so tight..” 

He moves his hands back to your waist as he starts to pull you up and down on him. You lean in and kiss him on the lips, before you move to his neck. You trail kisses up his neck, and you gently bite the skin. “nnh.. f-fuck.” He moans.

You then whisper in his ear, “harder.” 

He bites his lip as he hears it, before he grips your waist a bit harder and starts slamming you down on him. He leans his head back as he takes in the feeling, as he gazes at you through weak eyelids. 

You then clamp onto his earring with your teeth, and you gently tug on it. Izana’s head tilts to the side and his eyes roll back, “o-oh god.. oh my f-fuckin’ god..” 

He starts slamming you down even harder, clearly having trouble containing himself now. You run your fingers through his white hair and start scratching the back of his head with your fingertips as you suck and bite his earlobe. 

Izana’s body shudders and he lets out a whimper.“S-Shit..! d-don’t do that..! or else you’re gonna make me.. nnh.. so soon..!” 

You continue to do it with a mischievous smirk, knowing full well how much you want him to, because you could feel your orgasm forming as well. Izana’s whimpers become more frequent, and he slams you down on him faster and harder, “oh god.. oh fuck..! i’m gonna cum..!” 

You moan and say, “me too.” Izana feels relief when he hears you say that, afraid he wouldn’t have been able to get you off in time. He slams you down a few more times before he releases inside of you. He lets out frequent hiccupy sounds as he cums, and your walls pulse around him, making him shudder in pleasure. 

You stay seated on him for a moment, gathering yourself, before you gently pull off of him and fix your panties. Izana pulls up his pants, then zips and buttons them back up. He pulls you into his embrace and smirks, “the ride should be ending pretty soon.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, any minute now.” 

He places a kiss on your lips, and then gazes at you with eyes of pure adoration, “how did I get so lucky? seriously..” He says softly. 

You tilt your head to the side as you look into his purple eyes, “how did I?” You say.

Izana gets flustered, and a faint blush spreads across his face. 

You smile at his expression. “I love you.” You say. 

His face turns even more red, “d-don’t say stuff like that..! you know i’ll melt when you’re like that to me.” 

You smirk and then speak in intervals to tease him, “I. love. you. Izana.” 

Izana softly wines, “now you’re really just teasing and torturing me with your words..! annh! I can’t take it.. h-heh.. i think you know very well that I absolutely melt when you say that to me.. w-why are you doing this..?” He could feel himself starting to get hard in his pants again, you really do get to him. 

“Because.. you’re so cute when you get like this.” 

“S-So you’re just doing it so you can see me like this huh.. heh.. you’re naughty.. s-so naughty..” 

The ferris wheel comes to a stop. Izana takes your hand and you step out of the cage together. You both start walking through the theme park once again, and a walking trail catches your eye. “Wanna go for a walk?” You say. 

Izana smiles widely, and he looks at the trail while still holding your hand. “Sounds great, let’s go!” 

You both walk hand in hand towards the trail, the path is paved and there’s trees and bushes along the sides, as you get further into the walking trail, the sounds of chatter and laughter from Cosmo World become more indistinct, before you’re both so deep in the trail that you can’t even hear it anymore.

As you both walk hand in hand, the sun shines brightly, casting a warm glow on the path ahead. The trees are tall and majestic, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Suddenly, Izana looks over at you with a curious expression on his face, his eyes searching for an answer to a question he's been pondering. His face is tilted towards you, “so.. just out of curiosity.. why do you love me?” 

You're taken aback by the suddenness of the question, not expecting it. You feel your heart race and your cheeks flush. You look at him with a smile. “I love you because.. despite your usual cold personality, you’re soft with me.. and.. you make me so, so happy..” You pause for a moment, and then you smirk a little, “and also.. because when I tease you, you turn onto putty in my hands.. I love it.. and you’re mine to tease.”

Izana can’t help but blush furiously, “h-heh, are you saying I belong to you now?” He says in a playful manner.

“Of course.. don’t you?” You grin.

Izana gets a bit more flustered, and he nods, “of course.. of course I belong to you.” He lets out a soft sigh, “and I have to admit.. I never thought i’d find someone like you.. y-you’re really perfect for me.” 

You grab him and pull him closer to you, and your body is now pressed against him on the walking trail as you gaze into his eyes. As soon as you pulled him close, his entire body trembled and he let out a hot and heavy breath, “y-you really are too much.. you little tease.” 

You grin up at him mischievously. “Don’t make me use my special techniques on you.”

“Y-You wouldn’t dare.. h-heh..! y-you’re way too naughty..” He then pushes his body against yours, as he now looks down at you with a smirk, before he lets out a smug little laugh, “how about you come and try all the techniques that you want.. hmm?” 

You lean your head in and lick up his neck. Izana’s eyes widen and a gasp leaves his lips, “o-oh god..! mmh..!”

You giggle, before you kiss down his chest, where you nibble a bit on his nipple through his shirt. 

“Annh! y-you’re way too much!.. I knew you were a naughty tease, but you’re definitely testing my patience now..!” His whole body shakes as you bite on his nipple, and he moans softly, “I-I don’t know how much more I can take.. h-heh.” 

You move your mouth over to do the same to the other nipple. Izana let’s out a yelp, and his body trembles. His breath gets heavier, as if he’s starting to loose control of himself. You look up at him through your eyelashes before you kiss back up his chest and neck, then you reach his ear, and you lick and kiss it. 

Izana’s eyebrows tilt upwards as he moans, “mmmh..! I-I can’t.. n-not fair..!” 

You moan softly and whisper in his ear, “it turns me on so much when you get like this.” 

Izana bites his lip, “y-you’re such a brat.. and a tease.. nnh..! it’s so frustrating.. yet so sexy at the same time..” 

Izana let’s out a soft breath, as his body continues to tremble. You press your lower body even more firmly against him, brushing up against his hardness. 

“Hnnh..! o-oh god..! nnnh.. you know exactly what you’re doing to me.. h-heh.. and it’s.. oh god I don’t know how much longer I can take it..!” 

You start to gently chew on his earlobe with your front teeth, occasionally giving sucks to it. 

Izana let’s out a quiet little moan, “y-you know.. what you’re doing isn’t fair.. h-heh.. you really know exactly what I love..”

You kiss down his jawline, and Izana’s breath becomes even more heavy as you do so. He was really loosing his composure now. “Y-Your teasing.. it’s just way too much for my heart… t-to handle.. I don’t think I can.. resist much.. longer..” He says, his breath hitched. 

“Don’t resist baby.” You say softly. 

Just as you said that, it was too much for him.. His body had lost all control now. He grabbed your waist and his lips instantly locked on to yours, as his body moved in a way that was quite aggressive. 

“Mmh, Izana.” You moan softly. 

Just as he heard your soft little moan, his moves got even more rough, as his body moved in a way that was now more dominant and controlling. His kisses had become stronger now, and he grabs your hair, as he lets out low grunts against your lips. 

You slide your tongue in his mouth, and as soon as you did that, Izana instantly opened his mouth. Your tongues now began to slowly dance and move together, and he lets out a soft moan. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looks into your eyes with a look of pure desire and lust before he grips your hips and picks you up, his moves still aggressive. He carries you a bit further down the trail where there’s a bench, and he sits down with you on top of him, straddling him. 

Izana’s fingers roughly grip your hips and his lips lock back on to yours, he starts pulling your body back and forth on him, letting out soft moans against your lips. You run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp with your fingertips, before you grab a handful of hair and tug on it. 

Izana pulls away from the kiss and his head leans back in the direction you pulled as his eyelids become weak, he lets out a loud moan, and he slightly pants, his whole body trembling. 

You bite his earlobe, causing Izana to moan louder. “Anh..! oh g-god.. y-you’re way too naughty.. h-heh.. this isn’t fair.. mmm.” 

You push yourself down as he guides your hips, making you brush against his hardness even harder. 

“Ohh.. y-you know how to drive me crazy.. j-just a little bit more and i’m.. o-oh god.. i-i’ll really lose it.. mmh! oh g-god..!” 

You lick from his ear, down to his jawline and chin, and that was the last straw. He grips you tight and his entire body violently tenses up as a low groan leaves his lips. He harshly moves your body slightly and unbuttons his pants, he wraps one arm around you and lifts you up slightly over him to pull down his pants, and he moves your panties to the side before he grabs your waist with his hands once again, slamming you down on his length in one quick motion. 

You let out a soft moan from the sudden fullness, as he took you right here on the bench of the walking trail. “Are you sure? what if someone sees us.” You say.

Izana bites his lip as he takes in the feeling of being deep inside your walls, then he replies to you, “they can see whatever they want..” He says in a blunt and monotone voice, before he starts pulling you up and down on him. He starts off slow, but he slams you down on him, making himself hit deep every time, before his moves become more frantic and even more aggressive. His breaths are heavy as he stares at you with weak eyes, and the more he takes in the feeling, the more he starts to whimper. He hits your sweet spot perfectly every time, and his control on you drives you wild with desire, you could already feel your orgasm approaching, which causes your walls to start tightening around Izana’s length. 

Izana clicks his tongue in response and makes a hiccupy sounding moan, “o-oh god.. oh fuck.. i’m gonna.. i’m gonna lose it soon..!” 

“Let go for me.” You say, wanting to cum at the same time as him, but you’re extremely close.

Izana starts to nod, and his breathing becomes more frantic as his length throbbed in response to your words. “Gaah..! o-oh god.. a-any second now.. i’m losing it.. nnnh..! fuck..!” 

Izana then started to hold your hips up in place as he started to pound into you aggressively, his moves are sloppy but hard and fast as he chases down his orgasm. “Mmmh!.. yeah..! i’m almost there! fuck..!” 

“Me too! let go for me!” You plead.

Just as you said that, Izana closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he releases inside of you, his arms wrap around you tightly, and he moans frantically in a hiccupy sound as his cum fills you deep in your walls, his body tensed up, and his fingers drove into your skin almost painfully, which only added to your orgasm. Your walls pulse, milking him of his cum, and his hiccupy moans and whimpers get louder until he spills the last drop inside of you. 

After a moment, he gently pulls you off of him. You fix your panties and he pulls his pants back up and buttons them. You let out a giggle as you sit beside him, and he sits back up, no longer resting his head back. He lets out a satisfied purr before he says, “we should probably get out of here now, just incase someone did see.. i’d be in trouble if the cops came.” He laughs.

You giggle, “yeah.. let’s go.” 

Izana stands up and holds out his hand for you to take, and you oblige. You both start walking, before he turns his head to you and says, “wanna grab dinner on the way home?” 

You smile and look up at him, his head is tilted slightly as he smiles back at you. His white hair is a bit messy and sticks to his face slightly from sweat. His hanafuda earrings dangle as he walks, and the sunsetting is casting a warm glow on his tanned skin, making him look even more attractive. “Sure, that sounds great.” You say.

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Pairing: Kishibe x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, oral (M. receiving), fingering, corruption kink, daddy kink, cum eating, spitting, Kishibe is nasty and trying hard to hide it Synopsis: it's been a week since he's touched you. a week. and Kishibe cannot wait anymore Length: 2 k

Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It had been a week, a week since Kishibe had touched you, trespassing past the boundary of simple employer and employee, simple roommates. He wasn’t shy with you, not in the way that you were with him, still so careful around him, nothing but soft touches and chaste kisses. It was driving Kishibe insane, watching you at work as you instructed Denji and Power about their tasks, all confidence and beauty, in stark contrast to how you were with him at home, gentle and quiet, barely giving in to your desires.

He watched you now, in the hush of Sunday morning, all sunshine and a little smile that graced your lips as you arranged the flowers he had brought in with the morning coffee. He remembered how your face had brightened, mimicking the open blooms as you took the flowers from his hands. You had kissed him then, shy but searching, pressing your still sleep-addled body into his, freshly warm from his sheets. He could still feel your lips on his, the tender way you touched him, the scent of your hair making him hazy.

He watched as you cut the end of a rose and frowned, trying to figure out where to place it. He grinned, amused at the old odd beer mug you had found at the back of the cupboard to use as a vase. You were a resourceful little thing, and he wanted you, needed you. “C’mere, princess,” he called you over, startling you from your flower-filled reverie. “Yes?” you walked over to him, the neckline of your pyjama shirt hanging low on your shoulders, exposing the old bruises where Kishibe had previously marked you. He patted his thighs, spread open on the couch. “Come, give your old man a kiss,” he grasped your hands and pulled you toward him. You gingerly seated yourself on his thighs, straddling him to face him properly. He ran his hands up your arms, shifting your sleeves so that your neckline dropped even lower, exposing your shoulders. You carefully put your arms around his neck, caressing the short spikes of his undercut. “Pretty thing,” he commented, bringing his hand up below your chin, steering your lips to his. You kissed him gently and he chased your lips, nipping at your lower lip so that you gasped. His other hand came behind your head, holding you in place so that he could kiss you properly. You stiffened against him, shivers running down your spine as you eventually melted against him, becoming warm and pliant in his arms. He kissed you stupid, sinking his tongue past your teeth and filling your mouth with his filth. You were already dazed, driven dizzy as his hands explored your body. He groped you, grabbing at your hips and ass, drinking down the soft moans and whimpers that spilt from your swollen lips. You felt him grow hard beneath you, hot and heavy against your barely clothed cunt. “You feel what you do to me, doll?” Kishibe took your hand and cupped it over his bulge, watching as you shyly palmed it, shoulders high as you perched in his lap. “Want to make you feel good, too,” You murmured and he licked his lips. “How, sweetheart? How do you want to make Daddy feel good?” he traced your lower lip, pulling it down before releasing it with a soft pop. “With,” you cleared your throat, “With my mouth,” you admitted, and Kishibe found his cock twitching at your soft confession. “Want Daddy to teach you how to suck a cock?” you nodded eagerly, and he pulled you down to kiss him again. “Yes, Daddy,” you breathed, “please.” “Okay, princess,” Kishibe panted, “get down between my knees,” you obeyed, kneeling between his thighs and looking up at him with wide eyes. He licked his lips again, fighting the urge to weave his hands in your hair and use you, abuse you, and treat you like nothing more than a hole to use. But he stopped, feeling your hands creep up his legs, resting on his thighs. “Take my cock out, pretty girl,” he helped you pull his sweats down, freeing his heavy cock from his underwear as it slapped against his lower stomach. Your eyes were glassy as you gazed at him. You reached out, a small hand encircling the base of his cock and dragging up the soft skin.

“Use your spit, sweetheart,” he instructed you, watching with depthless eyes as you let a long sparkling strand of saliva coat his cock. He hissed at the cold, twitching as your hand moved gently against him. You were so ginger, careful, so different to the careless way he had fucked his hand a week before, whilst you had lain in the other room, fucked out and fast asleep. Your thumb came up over his slit, smearing his pre with your spit down the shaft. You stuck your tongue out, lapping softly at the velvet head of his cock, tasting the salt of his pre slide over your tongue. You carefully lowered your mouth onto him, your core tightening at the curses spilling from his mouth as your wet and warm tongue lapped over his tip. “That’s it,” he strained, watching you through half-lidded eyes, “Good girl – watch the teeth,” you twirled your tongue around his cockhead and sucked, flicking your tongue down the shaft as he twitched. You took him out your mouth and licked down his length, before sinking your mouth even deeper down onto his cock.

You took him as deep as you could, only stopping when you gagged around his hot length, his hips bucked into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and getting a garbled moan from deep within your chest. His hand wove into your hair and he pushed you further onto his cock. You sucked as best you could, but as he moved your head, you became a mess of tears and drool. He fucked your face slowly, drawing out your soft babbling moans, as your thighs clenched and rubbed together. He eventually picked up his pace, “You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth, hah?” Kishibe panted, staring down as your throat bulged with the length of him. You barely nodded before he came down your throat, strong and strangely sweet. “Don’t swallow,” he commanded and you held him in your mouth.

“Open up,” your lips parted, showing his white seed within. He smiled then, a slow wicked smile stealing across his face at the sight of you, messy with drool and tears, holding his cum in your mouth, like his own personal slut, perfect for him. “Hold still,” he gathered up his saliva and spit into your mouth, watching your eyes widen and pupils darken, watching as it mingled with his milk. “Now swallow,” you did as you were told, opening your mouth afterwards to show him that everything was gone. He grabbed you by the shoulders then and pulled you into his lap, his mouth immediately on you, kissing you hard. You sighed into his lips, caught in a dreamy daze of his hands and lips, you barely noticed when he tipped you over into the couch next to him.

“Daddy?” you questioned as he began undoing your buttons, exposing your breasts to the cold air. “Hush, princess,” he kissed down your neck, his stubble scratching your chest, “you were such a good girl for me, I gotta reward you,” he renewed his marks over your skin, blooming new bruises like dark blossoms beneath your skin, taking your nipple into his mouth, hot and warm. You arched into his grasp, greedily savouring the way his hands roughed up your skin, pinching and kneading your breasts.

He eventually got to your pyjama bottoms, and hooking his fingers into both your pants and underwear, tugged you bare, your slick already pooling between your legs and sticking in translucent strands across your thighs. “So wet, all from sucking daddy’s cock?” he teased, rubbing his knuckles over your folds. You squirmed, hiding your blushing face in your hands, shy from how turned on you had become from pleasuring Kishibe.

“Suck,” Kishibe prodded two fingers against your lips, watching as you swallowed them down without hesitation. He fucked his fingers into your mouth for a minute or so, before trailing his wet fingers to your stomach and to your cunt. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, slow circles that had you spiralling out of sanity for him. You could feel the warmth of him radiate onto your plush pussy, the heat of his fingers rubbing gently over your soft skin. He took his wet fingers and ran them up and down your folds, coating the tips in sticky slick before slowly sinking one finger into your virgin walls.

“Oh!” you gasped, immediately clamping down on the intrusion. He pumped the finger in slowly, having you feel every knuckle as it caught and pushed at your satin silk wetness. He reached deep within you, curling and dragging his finger back until it brushed past a spot that had you caving your body around him.

“Daddy” you gasped, feeling your legs twitch. Kishibe smiled at you, a slow crooked smirk that he let you kiss off his lips. He leaned over you, trapping you between his chest and the couch, his one hand buried between your legs, the other holding his weight above your head. He prodded that one spot within you again, watching as your back arched and your toes curled. You whined, unused to the gentle pressure he was putting on your core, over and over again as he pumped his finger into you.

 “There’s my pretty girl,” he kissed the corner of your mouth, swallowing the sharp sound you made as he pressed a second finger into your plush cunt. It stung, burning into your core as your muscles reacted against the intrusion. “Relax, princess,” he whispered into your ear, “Daddy’s got you,” he rubbed soothing circles around your clit, feeling your muscles tense and relax around him. “Hush, hush,” he rumbled, before slowly moving his fingers, creating a thick squelch with your slick. You felt your cheeks burn, but he kissed them before watching you as you took his two fingers past your puffy folds. “You’re doing so well,” he crooked his fingers and brushed up against the spot, the heel of his hand stroking over your clit in shuddering pumps of his fingers. He kept a regular rhythm, gently pistoning his fingers until your hips began to meet his. “How does that feel?” he scissored out his fingers within you, watching as you whined and wriggled below him, he pressed up against that spot, rubbing harder on your clit. You shuddered, your thighs trying to close around his waist. You focused on the burning heat in your core, your aching muscles mantling away as stars scattered down your spine. “Feels good, Daddy,” you puffed out, your breath picking up with his fingers, exhaling with each brush against your pressure point. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable, torn apart on a man’s hand and you wanted to curl away, cover your heated cheeks and close your legs. But you felt so good, the coil in your core growing tighter and tighter. Kishibe could sense it too, could feel it in the way you clenched around his digits, softly squelching around him in plush fullness. He leaned back and began rubbing your clit with his other thumb, reaching deeper with his fingers and gruffly rasping your praises.

You came with a cry of his name, back arching and knuckles white as you clutched onto the couch. Tears spilt from your eyes, salt-lined crystals falling from your lashes as you scrunched your eyes shut. You shuddered in Kishibe’s arms, clutching on his shirt as he held you, rocking you back and forth as you came down. He pulled his fingers from your still-clenching cunt and tapped your mouth with his sticky fingers. You swallowed down his digits, sucking and cleaning the clear strands of saccharine sourness from his fingerprints as he pressed his fingers down your throat. Eventually, he pulled his fingers from your tongue, cursing as a string of saliva still strung between your wet mouth and his finger. His kiss was close, exploratory, tasting yourself on your tongue. He tugged you into his lap, curling his arms beneath you and cradling you to his chest.

“You did so good for me,” he cooed and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the ache already begin to settle between your legs. Eventually, Kishibe got up, still holding you up in his arms. “Let’s go run my princess a bath.”

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[betterthanpekej]

A New Friend | SFW

Summary: You see a handsome gent at the coffee shop before your shift at the animal shelter. Now someone is bringing in a found kitten? Guess you have to go check it out!

WC: 1220 Tags: fluff, one shot, Chifuyu Matsuno, gn!reader, coffee shop, animal shelter's vet tech, Chifuyu the cat dad, Chifuyu is silly

The sky was a beautiful mixture of reds and oranges across the morning sky. It was early, but you had to go to your shift at the animal shelter. You were going to stop at your usual coffee shop to get your caffeine fixation, the only thing that could give you that drive you needed throughout your day. You walked into the shop and made your way to the counter. The barista recognized you since you were a regular, putting in your order without even asking. “Your total is $5.48 today, Y/N,” they said cheerily. You inserted your card into the machine and waited for it to prompt you before removing it. “It’ll be out in just a few minutes,” the barista said with a smile. “Thank you,” you said, smiling back before walking to the other end of the counter to wait.

It was early in the morning, but the shop still had a decent amount of people in it. It was a small, quiet location, but popular nonetheless for the kind customer service and flavorful coffee they served. You took out your phone as you waited, scrolling through your social media timeline to try and pass the time. The barista was making the coffee rather quickly, but there were a handful of people waiting next to you. You noticed one out of the corner of your eye, a handsome man in a nice white button up and tie. He was standing beside you, so you were trying hard not to stare. His hair was black with an undercut, somehow both messy and put together at the same time. As you faked scrolling on your phone, you kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of your eye.

“Do you stare a lot or what’s on my face?” he said teasingly, still staring straight in front of him. How did he even notice you looking at him? “U-uh, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I was… looking at something past you,” you said trying to lie. He nodded his head slowly before turning to you and giving you a smile. Handsome was an understatement. “Okay, great. I thought I had something on my face,” he laughed as he put his hand behind his head. “That’d be pretty embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” You gave a small laugh as you heard the barista call out two names. “One for Chifuyu. One for Y/N,” they said, putting two coffees on the counter.

You went to grab your drink, so did the gentleman beside you. “That’s a beautiful name,” he said grinning as you both picked up your drinks. “Thank you,” you said coyly. It wasn’t every day you had a handsome stranger complimenting you like this. You gave an awkward nod as you took a step to go past him, but his pace was faster as he walked in front of you. He got to the door first, holding it open for you. “After you, my dear,” he said as you walked through the doorway back outside. You went to the right of the building, him going the opposite direction than you. You had only taken a few steps in front of the shop when you heard him call out from behind you. “Hey!” he shouted from a distance. You turned around, a little confused. “Yeah?” you replied. “I hope you have a good day. Enjoy your coffee, Y/N,” he said holding up his own coffee in a cheers gesture. He looked goofy, but in the best way possible. “You too, Chifuyu,” you laughed as you turned back around and headed to work. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You were midway through your shift at the shelter. You worked as the shelter’s vet tech on staff, making sure their medications were administered, noting any new illnesses or issues they get, and making sure they are well taken care of were just a few of your job duties. You were in your office, filling out one of the intake forms when your coworker came in. “Hey, do you have a second? This guy found a kitten. There’s no microchip, but all the nearest clinics are closed for lunch, and he just wanted someone who knew what they were doing to look it over,” they asked. You nodded and got up from your desk. It wasn’t uncommon for you to just look over a stray animal found, you can at least let them know if you notice anything that looks like it needs immediate medical attention. “I love kitty cats,” you said happily as you both walked towards the front of the building. “I think you’ll like more than just the cat,” your coworker laughed. You shot them a look, playfully raising your eyebrows and laughing with them. You soon found out what they meant as you walked through the door to the reception area. You saw Chifuyu standing there, a small black and white kitten in his hands.

“Oh, Y/N. Hello, again,” he smiled. You could see your coworker out of the corner of your eye giving you a look. “Hi, Chifuyu. Is this the little kitten you found?” you asked as you gently took the kitten from his hands. “Well, found isn’t really the way I got it. Some guy just dumped it at the pet store I own; I didn’t want to just leave it outside,” he said as he patted the kitten’s head. You were looking over the kitten, nothing obvious really jumping out at you. “They just dumped it? Why are people like this?” your coworker said scoffing. You held the kitten in your arms, listening to it purr as you finished up your mini-exam. “Honestly, it’s frustrating. People come in all the time to the store and try to give us their pets. Why would you even come to a pet store for that? And why would you just dump it, like look at this little kitten?!” he said motioning to the kitten. “Yeah, people are insane. We have similar stories here.Don’t we, Y/N,” your coworker said. You sighed and nodded your head as you handed the kitten back to Chifuyu. 

“So, see anything?” he asked, his tone showing his genuine concern for the small critter. “Nope, not that I can tell. I’d still take it to an actual vet, though. Have them do a full, real exam on it sometime soon,” you said as you watched the kitten try to climb up on his shoulder. “Hey, hey, cut that out,” he said playfully, trying to get it off his shoulders. The kitten didn’t want to go, sinking its claws into his button up. “Ah, ah, ah. Help me out here,” he said as the nails dug in. You laughed at him as you tried to make the kitten retract its nails. “Sorry, it’s kinda funny,” you snickered. “I think the kitten likes you.” He smiled as he let the kitten get cozy in his arms, scratching its chin to keep it there. “Yeah, I think I have a new friend. Peke J isn’t gonna be happy,” he chuckled. “It’s always nice to make new friends though, Chifuyu,” you said, smiling at him. His teal eyes looking back at you were enchanting. “Yeah, it is nice to make new friends, Y/N,” he grinned.

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[black-dragon1998]

Just something original i'm woring on.

Autor's note: So this is an original story I have been thinking about. just looking for some input if you guy's would be into that? Commenting is always appriciated.

Olivia Wood was looking at herself through the gym mirror. Mostly to keep her form but also to keep her thoughts of the conversation happening behind her. The group of girls behind her were talking about her. The way they were ogling her was apparent. Olivia hated it when attention was on her. When working, she could put on her uniform and deal with it that way, but in private, she was an introvert. No matter what her colleagues tried telling you. She also knew her demeanour and physique but didn't say she was a shy introvert.

After taking a big breath and pushing it out through her teeth, Olivia came out of her squatting position, lifting the barbell on her shoulders. She repeated this a dozen times until she was at her limit. The longer she went on, the more excited the girls seemed. Maybe it would be a good thing if she packed up after this. She had an early shift anyway tomorrow. After her last squad, Olivia lifted the barbell and put it back on the rack before cleaning it up. Nobody wanted somebody else grease on the equipment they were using. She also took off the additional weight she had put on the bar.

"Excuse me, but could I ask you a question?" While Olivia was cleaning up, one of the girls came up behind her. The blond looked to be in her early twenties. Olivia remembered when she was that young. Life looked so much easier. Olivia also had to look down, her taller 1,80m frame towering over the girl who couldn't be more than 1,60M.

The blond didn't hide her lustful gaze as she racked them over Olivia's body. Her muscles twitched as the 25-kilo weight suddenly became a lot heavier.

"can I help you?" Uncertainty laced Olivia's voice. Why had the girl come up to her?

"Maybe you can. I have been seeing you here for the last two weeks and just had to get your number. If not for workout tips, then maybe for dinner sometime." The girl made her voice sound extra low. The girl had also taken a step closer to Olivia. She was pushing her cleavage almost in Olivia's face. Cleavage that was virtually popping out of her too-small sports bra.

Olivia could feel her ears turn red. She had never been good at this. Most of the time, when people were flirting with her, it went right over her head, or she thought people were being friendly. So she liked it when women were upfront, but this was too much even for Olivia. She didn't even know the girl's name. Also, she was trying too hard. The girl tried to put too much emphasis on her body, like she needed validation that she looked good. Olivia thought she was beautiful, but she also liked a woman who was confident in her own body. Sexy without even trying.

With that, memories of a fiery redhead spook through Olivia's mind as she racked a hand through her black hair. She is surely messing up her undercut. Olivia needed to get out of this situation. With a quick 'sorry can't nice meeting you' Olivia practically bolted through the door.

Running seemed a little cowardice, but Olivia wasn't good at confrontations, and if the girl started to cry, she was sure she would say yes to soothe her feelings without thinking about her own. Irin always said she was a sucker for seeing a girl cry. Knowing she wasn't over her ex, she couldn't go out with this girl. That would be unfair.

For years, she thought she was over her, but since coming back to Blood Coast City four weeks ago, her mind had been plagued by memories of the voluptuous, snarky redhead that was her ex-girlfriend.

Five years ago, Irina had trusted Olivia with a big secret, and like the stupid idiot she was back then, she shattered that trust. Instead of talking things out like adults, Olivia ran. Even if Irina wasn't in a new relationship, Olivia was sure the woman didn't want to see her. So Olivia did what she did best; she ignored the problem, put her mind to her job, and reexplored the city she had left all those years ago. A city which had changed quite a bit since she had been gone, at least in her eyes.

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[anime-rambles]

"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

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[pleasantanathema]

Sinful Hymns

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Hair pulling, some rough sex, sex on a desk, religious allusions, a dash of authority kink, no spoilers past early season 1

Word Count: 4k

A/N: In celebration of Season 4 of Attack on Titan airing today, here’s a fulfilled request for Commander Handsome 💕 Thank you so much to the anon who requested this, I had so much fun writing this!

           You couldn’t sleep. There was a nagging in your mind, shadowy visions of titans ascending mountains, climbing walls—the same nightmares that plagued you ever since you joined the scouts all those years ago. You found yourself in the showers, all alone scrubbing away your sins and torments. But even a cleansing couldn’t seem to quell your thoughts, so you roamed.

           The meandering halls of the old scout regiment headquarters were cold, musty, unwelcoming even with Levi’s cleaning. Glimmering lamp light under a cracked door caught your attention, the only light you’d seen while on your stroll.

           The Commander was still awake.

           You weren’t sure what compelled you to stop, to bring your knuckles to rap against the wood of the door. You’d once been quite close with Erwin, back when you were both cadets and working your way up the ranks, but he’d become quite elusive since becoming the Commander. You’d always been interested in him, found your gaze lingering on him a little too long when was around. There was some kind of irresistible, seductive pull towards him, like if you got close enough, he might let you explore the man under the armor. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if your lust was one-sided.

          You were just too curious about what would keep him awake at night. Maybe he struggled with the same miseries you did when the nights felt too dark.

          Tentatively, you slid past the open door.

          Blue eyes caught your movement, his handsome face tilting towards you from where it was seated in his palm.

          He whispered your name, smile tugging at his cheeks.

          “Commander Smith,” you acknowledged, “you’re up quite late.”

          “Seems I’m not the only one.” There was an amusement in his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

          He leaned back in his chair as you stayed in your place, a sudden rise of bashfulness making you bite at the inside of your lip. You were sure you were pestering him; you should’ve just wandered back to your room. Your feet were ready to move, heels pressed against the floor to turn and leave at his behest.

          “Is there something I can help you with?”

          “I—no, I just couldn’t sleep. Apologies, I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

          “No, you’re no bother. Rather, you’re quite a pleasant distraction at the moment,” he gestured to his desk, littered with paperwork and books opened to forgotten pages, “come in, shut the door behind you.”

           You did as you were so kindly told, clicking the door into place behind you before moving in closer. His office was warm, bathed in dim candlelight from the lamp on his desk, shadows being cast from the bookshelves that lined the walls. You noticed he was in only a white button-down and trousers, his ODM gear placed neatly on a chest behind where he sat.

          Your hands came to rest on the chair that was placed in front of his desk for his visitors. You remained standing, not quite ready to be so familiar as to just sit and talk with him. There was humor in his eyes as they scanned your figure, undoubtedly surprised to see you dressed so casually as well, simple pants and shirt being all you brought to wear after taking your late-night shower.

          “Tell me, what keeps you awake?”

           There were many answers to his question, but you erred on the side of simplicity.

           “Nightmares. What about you? What’s kept you awake tonight?”

            Erwin sighed, deep and heavy from his chest. You observed how his long fingers gripped at the armrest of his seat, knuckles white.

           “Letters. Demands from the Military Police to hand over the boy who turns into a titan, demands from royalty to execute him. But also my own curiosities. I’ve been reading to see if there are any records of anyone else like him.”

           “I see,” your tongue clicked behind your lips as you recognized the heaviness bound within his broad shoulders, “anything I can help you with?”

           He smiled fully then, white teeth curving against his pretty lips.

          “Like I said, you’re a welcome distraction. How have you been?”

           Again, there were too many ways to answer his question. But you couldn’t bring yourself to bring your burdens to him, not when he was already carrying the weight of the world upon his back.

          “Life isn’t as simple as it used to be,” not that living in this world had ever been easy.

          “No, I’m afraid it isn’t.”

           You caught an etching of the walls on his desk, details of Sina and Maria partially obscured by a leather-bound book, penciled in lines and notes scribbled around the paper’s edges. Something about it drew you in, had you moving to perch on the edge of his desk, one thigh crinkling pages of ink as your fingers deftly plucked at the drawing.

           He watched you with curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he brought a hand to his chin.

          Your nail traced against the charcoal lines, gaze scanning the comprehensive sketch of the rounded walls and the cities held within them.

         “My father used to think there was some kind of power within the walls; believed there was some unseen magic lingering within the stones to keep us safe…” you trailed off, the rest of your thoughts caught within your throat, “...I’m glad he wasn’t alive when the walls were breached, would’ve ruined the mystery for him.”

         “Was he a believer in the Church of the Walls?”

         “No,” you hummed softly, “just someone who thought there was more to the story.”

          Quite like yourself, you wanted to say, but left the words unspoken. You set the yellowing paper back on his desk, arms crossing.

          He rolled his shoulders in a quiet stretch, running a tired hand through his blonde undercut as he looked up at you. You’d always found him overwhelmingly handsome, the kind of man who changed the atmosphere of a room when he walked in. But there was always a warmth to him, like there was always something brewing, churning inside that enticing mind of his.

          “I never could understand how people could worship the walls,” he mused, shifting his weight forward, getting a little closer to where you were perched, “not when there are other, more...beautiful things to praise.”

          Heat crept up the back of your neck, your too-close proximity to him becoming all too apparent. But he kept getting closer.

          His hand found your knee, fingers trailing over the tight threads of your pants.

          The act seemed endearing, harmless, but the simple touch had your desire rearing its sordid head again. You felt emboldened, confidence swelling in your chest.

         “Then what would you worship, Erwin?”

         “I’m a man of too many sins, I doubt there’s any kind of faith that could bring me absolution.”

          Your fingers ached to touch him, your hand reaching toward his face before your mind could stop the movement. His cheek was warm, skin soft under the brush of your thumb.

          “I don’t believe that. There has to be something beautiful for you to admire…” you felt his fingers tighten against your leg, drifting higher up your thigh, pulling you in, bringing you closer.

          “I could start with you.”

          The tension snapped, splitting like a tightly strung cord between you. You heeded the call to be nearer, moving your hand to rest against his shoulder for balance as you took the initiative to settle yourself in his lap. For a moment, you worried that you pushed too far, that you’d invaded his personal space and made him uncomfortable. But those fears were battered quickly when eager hands took hold of your waist, palms spread wide as they trailed up your back.

          “I’ve always admired you from afar,” he was hushed, breath fanning over your neck, “but you’re much easier to worship up close.”

          You kissed him without a second thought. Years of attraction, of adoration, fueled your lips, your hands grasping at his jawline as he met your passion. His mouth slanted against yours ardently, impatient hands slipping under your shirt.

          You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose at the feel of his warm fingers ghosting up your skin, now suddenly very aware you hadn’t bothered to wear anything below your clothes—you thought you’d be returning to your room, not wandering into your Commander’s lap. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you. You were overcome with too much, all your senses now flooding with Erwin, his scent, his touch, his entire being smothering you with all the attentions you had ever craved from him.

          His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, a groan leaving his chest when you settled lower into his lap, your thighs draped over his own and your core pressed against his hardening cock.

          This wasn’t real—this couldn’t be real, surely you were caught up in one of your dreams again, but his lips against yours felt real, felt hungry, his large hands now cupping and holding the weight of your breasts within his hands. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails delicately raking through the roots to remind yourself that it was him, that this was real.

          “You taste like sin,” he praised, peppering kisses down the column of your throat.

          Any thought you had of replying disappeared when strong fingers pinched at your nipples, causing a heavy moan to fall out of your mouth as your head tilted back, allowing him more access to your neck. He plucked tenderly at your sensitive flesh, a noticeable smirk growing upon his lips as each tug and roll of your breasts had you gasping, whining. He quite liked that, it seemed, to be able to play you so easily.

          You mumbled curses into the air, eyes fluttering closed. You experimentally rolled your hips in his lap, an attempt to get a similar rise from him. He bared his teeth against your throat, canines nipping into your skin before pressing his lips down more forcefully, sucking and lapping at your neck. Heat bloomed from where his mouth met your body, a telling sign that you would have a mark there to remember him by. He was careful, choosing a supple spot below where the collar of your uniform would cover you tomorrow.

           Erwin’s hands released your aching breasts, moving down to grasp at the hem of your shirt.

          “Take this off,” he demanded, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your neck.

           You dropped your hands from his hair, trailing down his broad chest before meeting his hands and pulling your shirt up over your head. It fell to the floor carelessly, the chill of the room making your skin pebble with gooseflesh.

           You took note of how his cheeks were flushed pink, blush faint across his elegant aquiline nose.

           His intimidating, icy eyes flickered up to you, making your own flush spread across your body. You felt like he was looking through you, reading your thoughts, hearing your internal screams for more. Then, his gaze fell back to your heaving breasts, hands greedily taking them again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and making you whimper.

           You could feel his cock pressing against you now, harder and thicker than before, the ridge of it nestled against your throbbing cunt. You rolled yourself against it, delighted sounds leaving both of your mouths at the contact. His tongue swirled around your puckered nipple, teeth just barely daring to drag against your flesh. You buried your fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax at your touch.

          “Oh-oh fuck, I—,”

          “You’re dripping,” he interrupted, one of his hands unclasping from your breast and drifting down your belly to rub at the damp spot between your legs, “I can feel you against me.”

           You shivered at the wanton touch, thighs clenching against his legs.

          “Did you come here tonight to seduce me?”

           He mumbled the words against your breast, tongue flattening against your nipple with a few long, heavy licks as his eyes flashed up to you, waiting for your response.

           “No, sir, I promise that wasn’t my,” you moaned as a thick finger slid against your clit through your clothes, “that wasn’t my intention.”

           His wet lips left your breast, coy smirk painting his face.

          “Shame, that was my plan the moment you stepped into my office.”

           You always did fall for his tricks; if only you’d known his hand against your thigh earlier wasn’t so harmless after all.

          “And how did this plan of yours end, Commander?”

           It still felt strange to call him by that title after so many years of calling him by his name, but there was something sensual about it, something alluring about his newfound authority.

           His hands were pushing at your hips, fingers crushing into your skin as he lifted you to move back.

          “With you bent over my desk.”

           It didn’t take him long to wrangle you into the position he so desired. His hands were unhurried, purposeful as he pushed you to stand, peeling your pants down your legs before pressing your face into the pile of papers on his desk. You felt so exposed, what with him being able to see your pussy on display from behind you while all you could focus on was his touch and the way the flame at the edge of his desk flickered.

           Erwin’s fingers spread the folds of your cunt, an appreciative hum sounding from his throat. You mewled at the touch, thighs shaking in your anticipation. The button to his pants popped softly, then you finally felt him, felt his hard, thick cock nudging at your entrance.

           Your hands crumpled a few pages as you searched for something to cling to. Your heart was pounding in your ears, suddenly all too aware that the Commander was still fully clothed, while you were laid out across his desk like a naked whore. One of his hands pulled at your hip, the other trailing down the expanse of your back.

           There was a boldness coming to life inside you at the realization that he’d wanted you the moment you appeared within his room.

           “Worth worshipping, Erwin?”

            You ate your words as he shoved himself inside you, stretching you to your limits as your body burned to accommodate his size. You cried out against the mass of papers, eyes blurring as pleasure burst across all of your nerve endings.

            He groaned at the feeling himself, both hands now digging into the meat of your hips.

            “Fuck,” you heard him breath in deep as he slid is cock out of you before slamming in again, “oh absolutely, darling.”

            You hadn’t heard Erwin curse before.

            But you didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, not with him now moving ruthlessly inside you, hips snapping against your ass with every sharp, deep thrust. Little sounds left your lips with every plunge, blissful tingles stemming from where your bodies were conjoined. You loved how you could feel the head of his fat cock dragging along your walls, thick veins throbbing under silken skin.

             You were far past believing this was a dream, now convinced you were actually in the sweet joys of a paradise beyond life.

             A coil of pleasure began to tighten within your lower stomach, hot and mean, like it was ready to tear and erupt with a rush of ecstasy. You moaned his name like a prayer, eyes closed tightly as you focused on the intensity of his cock thrusting inside you.

             You wouldn’t last long, not with the sinful hymns of his grunts and praises resounding behind you. His sounds were faint, but they were there, little rumbling of “so good, so tight,” kissing at your ears.

             God, you could die. You could die and live a happy, full life from this moment alone. You felt so whole with him inside you, felt coated with desire and praise like never before. There were bruises already forming from his grip, you could feel them, skin sore and burning beneath his massive hands.

             “You’re beautiful wrapped around my cock,” he voiced, tone deep and praising, brawny arm sweeping up your spine to fist in your hair. Your head jerked with his action, back arching as he pulled at you. You gasped at the discomfort, a dull ache forming from his too-tight grip. But the pain was overshadowed by the rivers of rapture running over your skin. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, your whole body rebounding like snapping elastic from his brutal behavior.

             The new angle had his cock slamming against that spot inside you that had your body going almost numb from the pleasure, white hot heat spreading over all your limbs, making your toes curl against the floor. You felt like you were fracturing, that thrilling tendril tightening in your belly to its breaking point. You could feel your walls sucking in his cock, your body pleading on its own.

             “Oh fuck, Commander—Erwin,” you were completely lost to the delirium, mind ruined.

            “I know,” he grunted, fingers stiffening in your hair, craning your neck back farther, “I feel you, you’re so—you’re so fucking tight.”

            You crashed down around him, your cunt clenching and pulsing in waves of euphoria, each crest making your lower muscles spasm. Your chin fell, your head only being held by the might of his hand, your brain so foggy with lust and release that you felt as if you had ascended the walls too quickly and fallen back down again. A fresh, euphoric jolt splintered down your body as he sheathed his cock fully into your depths, making your eyes flutter as your mouth opened in a glorious, blissed out state.

           Your body threatened to crumple against the desk, but he held you; the space between his palms and strong fingers was one of the safest places in the world, nothing could touch you if Erwin had you beneath his touch. The fierce tightening of your body sent him over the edge. Hot cum poured inside of you, making you cry out at the captivating feeling of being completely filled by him, the Commander’s seed pooling within your pussy. Your snug walls struggled to flutter around the girth of his cock, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you gasping for breath and basking in every dull thump of his cock inside of you.

           He gently let go of your hair, letting your spent body rest against the desk as he caught his breath. He smoothed his hands over your hips, a tinge of regret in his chest as he noticed the dark prints of his fingers etched into your skin. Erwin wasn’t used to letting go, to letting lust overtake him so mercilessly.

           You stirred after a few moments, straightening your back and finding your balance between your legs. Erwin enveloped you in his arms, hand against your cheek as he trailed his lips up your neck, capturing the side of your mouth with a fervent kiss.

          “Are you alright, darling?” Concern laced his tone, hand smoothing over your belly. You shuttered at the gentle touch, your skin cooling from sweat as you leaned back against his chest, cum sticky and crawling down your thighs.

           You still felt lost, like you were waking from the dark depths of slumber, his hands calling you to him. One palm wrapped around your neck, stroking at the column of your throat like he was helping you to find your breath.

          “Yes, yes I’m…,” you couldn’t think of the words to describe just how you felt. It was like you’d finally been cleansed, every grievous thought expunged from your mind, but also like you’d fallen back into the past, back into your daydreams of wishing Erwin would press you against the barracks wall and smothering his name from your mouth.

         “It is yes sir, to you, don’t forget I’m your superior now,” he teased between nips and kisses, a smile brushing against your skin.

         You turned in his arms, pressing your naked chest against his wrinkled shirt, the cotton soft against your breasts. You stood on your toes to try and match his height, molding your lips to his, stealing his grin and making it your own.

          “I could never forget, not with such a display of power,” you affirmed, seriousness apparent on your tongue. You knew he could take anything he wanted from you, and you were more than willing to lay yourself bare for him whenever he pleased.

          You expected there to be a stillness between you, a moment of reflection after such a callous coupling. But Erwin’s hands were greedy, selfish, cupping and kneading at the soft flesh of your ass, of the side of your breast. You were small in his shadow; a miniscule frame being devoured by a starved predator.

          “I want to see just how well you obey orders. Go to my quarters and wait for me, I’m not finished with you yet.”

           Your head nodded accordingly, your knees ready to kneel to the floor and gather your forgotten garments. But Erwin kept his fingers in your flesh, preventing you from moving from his hold when you tried.

           “Ah, I don’t think you need your clothing, not when you’ll just be shedding it again so soon.”

           There was a playful glint in his eyes, his eyebrows thoughtfully pressed together as he tried to gauge your response.

           “Erwin,” his hands cinched around your body, an acute reminder, “sir, I can’t...walk to your room naked.”

           He patted your backside before he sat back into the chair behind his desk, cock tucked neatly back into his pants. There was still a pretty blush tingeing his cheeks, his lips plump and dark pink from all their time spent sucking at your skin. You almost wanted to cover yourself under his scrutinizing gaze, icy irises roaming your body like a piece of art bought and hung on a wall for his viewing pleasure.

           “It’s late, there shouldn’t be anyone to find you,” he relaxed, arms crossing across his chest, “but, if you happen to be unfortunate, remind them that you are under your Commander’s orders.”

           Erwin took a sick delight in watching your eyes narrow at him, your lips pursing in slight irritation; but he knew you wouldn’t dare disobey him, you’d always been too good of a soldier for that, and now a promising plaything.

           He couldn’t help but survey your body as you walked towards the door, delicious curves and marks from his skin on an alluring display, his cum still flowing down your thighs. You’d be a blessed sight to anyone who got the privilege to see you on your journey to his sleeping quarters, a goddess floating down the corridors.

           You looked over your shoulder at him when you opened the door, catching his diligent gaze and matching it. He always thought you’d be amusing to toy with and you’d proven that with how easily you could match his intensity.

           “You shouldn’t be up so late, Commander Smith, nothing good happens after midnight.”

           He hid the smirk behind his hand as you left his office the same as you entered, only bare-skinned and with a new, more suitable destination.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

twelve hours, m | jjk | ... and now

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

this is part ii | click here for part i | total wc: 23k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse and graphic violence, including the reader becoming physically scarred and having panic attacks; rich, this bachelor party is on a fuckin' YACHT, the best man is LOADED; JK and reader interacted in high school; angst and fluff and feels; cheating; this is mostly smut XD; (in part i) high school smut + intense adult smut (fem reader, striptease, semi-public sex at school, nipple play (he's a bit obsessed with them), dry humping, m-masturbation, handjob, cumming on tits (and diamonds), cum-eating, mirror kink, spitting, tit fucking, m-receiving oral, scratching / biting / marking, penetrative sex, doggy); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV

non-idol!AU; film director!Jungkook x wealthy, burlesque dancer!reader — ft best man, art trader!Kim Taehyung; dancer's bodyguard!Kim Namjoon and bodyguard!Kim Seokjin

> eyebrow pierced, tattooed, and long black-haired JK (with undercut) in a black suit because that's what we need in this life > look for TXT's 'you and me and the sky at 5:53' :)

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time left: 06:49

No.

Don’t leave me.

It was the same then as it was now.

Jungkook reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. Her eyes widened, pivoting quickly on her toe, snapping her heel down and cutting the turn short, black skirt flaring out. The swift glimpse of her legs in the high slit, the gentle bounce of her breasts in the slinky fabric. Her manicured hair bounced, dyed blue-black and giving her skin a surreal quality.

He held on.

Please don’t disappear.

“What?”

Her brows knitted together. She didn’t pull her arm away, but she was steadfast in her posture, not letting him push her around. Not that he ever could.

“He asked me to escort you back,” Jungkook found himself saying. “If not for your sake, then for his peace of mind. I don’t want to be a liar.”

Her features softened.

His fingers around her arm, touching that soft skin once more.

I care. I care a lot.

Jungkook realized that, in a way, he had never moved past those classrooms, those touches, those kisses, those moments.

“You can let go now.”

She said it patiently. Always patient with him despite his overzealous and sometimes clumsy antics, putting up with it even when she didn’t have to. He looked into those eyes and found those walls were falling away, little by little. Winged liner, red lipstick, it didn’t matter, it was the same expression, defiant eyes and hint of a scowl on those lips. Ready to fight, but not him.

She was always a fighter and the opponent was always life itself.

“I don’t want to let go.”

He didn’t expect himself to say the truth, but he did.

She smirked, reaching up, her fingers covering his tattoos for a moment, placing them on the back of his hand. This warmth. This feeling. It was not the same as the rest, and he knew that now.

“Hm, well, you must realize this looks a bit awkward. You wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression, would you?”

Wouldn't want someone to see you talking to me, right?

“You will let me escort you?” he insisted.

She pried his hand from her arm and lowered it, turning the other way.

“You are welcome to do as you like. I won’t stop you, golden boy.”

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time left: 06:41

He followed you, surrounded by moonlight reflecting off water.

It streamed through the windows, lighting the red carpeted hall along with the dim sconces. You found yourself stepping in each lighted square, avoiding the thin dark beams of the windows, a little game for yourself, like how children avoided the cracks in the concrete sidewalks, except you were on a lavish yacht wearing Louboutins with a handsome man in step behind you.

It was quiet and yet it wasn’t. Small sounds, footsteps, distant muffles of talking through the walls, the faint sound of bass as you walked away from the party, the sound of the ocean ever present, your own breathing.

Jungkook’s breathing.

Familiar.

Once yours.

You looked to your right, to the window, seeing his reflection. His profile, hands in his pockets, tattooed arm standing out against the black background of his clothes, dressed formally but always a bit sheepish about it, as if he wasn’t sure if it looked good on him, but it always did, even the school uniform. He still had the youthfulness about him, even as a man.

Your eyes found his and he was watching your face in the glass of the window.

You stopped abruptly, pivoting on one heel to face him.

Impulse.

Your younger self would have bristled, glaring, accusing the eyes and snapping, what are you looking at?

Jungkook started, realizing you had noticed, and tripped, his black hair suddenly disturbed and tumbling over his eyes as he struggled to catch himself, hands flying out of his pockets.

You caught one, lacing your fingers with his, and gripped tightly, yanking up.

He righted himself, gasping. Looking up, bent over and long legs awkward, somewhat like a fawn trying to get on its legs for the first time. Those big brown eyes, parted pink lips. Familiar.

Your joined hands fell exactly where the window beam was, shrouded in shadow.

“Something on your mind?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

He straightened. You loosened your grip on his hand, but he held on. You frowned slightly, raising your brows.

He swallowed hard.

“Can I hold your hand? Please.”

Back then, you would hold his hand, hiding behind corners and dashing past, holding your breath, light steps, leaping from shadow to shadow, bodies close, breath mixing. Showing him all the secrets of the school that you had found while wandering, a fun little game with a reward at the end, school uniform being shed, skin to skin, his body against yours, his heartbeat in time with yours, his lips on yours.

You shrugged and turned back around, his hand tightly around yours.

-

time left: 06:35

Jungkook held her hand.

In an instant, he looked down, staring at their joined hands.

This was different.

And then he saw them.

Scars, all over the back of her hand. He could feel the scar tissue on her palms too, lines on her fingers even though she was holding him loosely. He had memorized every centimeter of her beautiful hands from back then, and these lines were not here before. These were not scars from living life. These had been cuts, healed now, unseen from far away and even up close. Perhaps they had been filled in with tattoo ink in a color to match her skin tone so they were less noticeable.

No one would know unless they were holding her hand or looking for it.

Without knowing it, Jungkook clutched her hand tighter, a sudden ache in his chest.

He had found bruises on her sometimes.

I fell down the stairs. It's nothing.

He had found welts.

Stupid fight with some dumbass.

He had found a criss-cross pattern of cuts on her leg.

I tried to jump over a fence and fucked up.

He glanced at her other hand loosely by her side. The same. He could even see her palm and there were many, many lines, all over her palm, healed cuts. Drugs? But he knew it wasn’t. Not because he had a romanticized idea of who she would be in his head, but because that was the nice answer.

That was the reasonable answer.

“Oh!”

“Excuse me, miss.”

His eyes flickered upward to see a young woman in a short midnight blue dress pausing, looking from her to him, cheeks flushed, not being subtle about it. The glittery fabric picked up the moonlight, accenting her curves and long legs. Pretty.

But not sensual.

Not immaculate.

Not teasing and sculptural.

The grip on his hand tightened so much that he inhaled sharply, fingers nearly crushed by her hold.

“Have a nice evening,” the woman in black purred, edge of ice indicating the stranger to move along, or, more accurately, fuck right off.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, and yet.

His heart skipped two beats as she dragged him along.

He had no problem looking away from the other woman and fixate on the back of that neatly pinned, blue-black hair, graceful shoulders, corseted waist, swaying hips.

And her hand in his, not letting go.

-

time left: 06:22

“This is it.”

You turned to see Jungkook looking around, mouth open, gawking at the entrance of the intricately carved wooden door. It was one of the grander, first-class rooms. The red doors were much farther apart and the sconces here were glided with glass-blown lampshades, casting swirls of orange across the white walls, dimmed now from the late night.

“It was nice to see you again.”

It was, even with the bitter taste in your mouth that seemed to linger.

His eyes came back to you, dark brown and clear, focused on only your face, long black strands framing his cheeks, the small mole underneath his lower lip trembling.

“I hope you have your happiness now, Jungkook.”

You did.

You felt a strange, unmovable pressure on your chest. The time wasn’t up yet. You could still try. You could keep your hold on his hand and drag him into the room and hold him close to you, skin to skin, lips on his, and show him all you’ve learned. You could. You could see it in those eyes. He would follow you now, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe for old times sake, maybe out of impulse and bad choices.

You let go.

You let go, because you didn’t want to be a bad choice.

Not to him, Jeon Jungkook.

“You were my small happiness, back then,” you said softly, feeling yourself smile.

It was better not to have regrets. At the time, even you didn’t know how important he had been. The thought of being withdrawn from that school and not being able to see him again made you fight back for once, and it ended in the very thing you didn’t want. It fucked up your hands, it fucked up your life, but somehow you found yourself here now, in expensive clothes on an expensive boat with expensive tastes, able to make a choice between selfishness or selflessness.

Maybe you hadn’t changed much after all, since you found yourself choosing the latter.

You turned away and pulled your hand out of his.

Or would have, if Jungkook hadn’t grasped your hand tighter, yanking you back and shoving you against the door of your suite. Your hand automatically raised to push him back, but he put his whole weight on your body, sandwiching you between the door and himself, making you gasp, trapped between dead timber and muscular hardness.

Now his face was in your face, breathing hard, dark brown orbs shaking and shining with wetness.

You froze, lips parting.

“You were my happiness too.”

He was panting, warm exhale on your lips.

“Not a small happiness. The happiness.”

He squeezed your hand like you were going to disappear.

“I didn’t know then, but I do now,” Jungkook shuddered, towering over you even in your heels. He stared into your eyes. “Your smile.”

You blinked slowly, confused.

“Your smile. I’ve never seen it reach your eyes.”

Heart racing, suddenly breathless.

“Except when you thought I couldn’t see, like when my back was turned or my face was turned away from you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, long black hair curtaining your faces, sending you back to the shadows. “I saw it though, in reflections. In windows. In mirrors. In those beakers in the science room.”

Was that so? Had that been you? You made it a point not to smile back then, because there had been nothing to smile about. But maybe… maybe when eyes weren’t on you, maybe when you yourself didn’t notice, but, somehow, Jungkook had noticed.

You realized that your introspection had diverted your attention from him, so you made eye contact again, airless at his closeness. Your eyes and his, lost in sweet dreams.

“I want to kiss you.”

He tilted his head and hesitated.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he said to your lips.

His expression was clouded with shame. It was ugly. It made his handsome features ugly and you didn’t like that. You wanted to make it go away. You closed more distance, fingers pressing down on the back of his hand, your other hand raising and resting on his hip, lashes lowering.

“Then kiss me,” you said to his lips.

-

time left: 06:13

Jungkook kissed her.

From then and now, it was the same.

Euphoria.

But this time, it wasn’t clumsy with colliding teeth and too much tongue that did nothing, sloppy with no purpose. This time, his lips were soft at first and so were hers, breathing in each other’s scent. She smelled warm and musky, like blackberry and evergreens, expensive and lush, but somehow still her, still that girl from back then, comforting and intense, sometimes with the hint of metallic blood, but that never bothered him. Her hand on his hip, stroking it under the layers of fabric, making him shiver, caressing the back of his hand with her fingertips, delicate sigh in his mouth.

The faintest flicker of tongue on the edge of her upper lip, swiping down into his open mouth.

He moaned, feeling the strong wet muscle thrust into his lips, coaxing his tongue, teasing, pressing her body to his, breasts against his chest, their deep open necklines exchanging heat in the air between their skin but not quite touching, and he found himself letting go of her hand, reaching up to grab her breasts.

Her fingers closed around his wrists, forcing him to stop.

He gasped in her mouth, eyes opening.

“They’re not stress balls, Jungkook,” she snickered.

He was breathing hard, ribcage shuddering, heartbeat thundering in his ears, getting louder as he realized her red lipstick was a little messed up, feeling the stickiness on his own lips.

“You need to slow down. You can’t just grope me out in the open.”

His impatience spoke for him.

“Why not?”

His voice was low, octave deepened from lust.

Her lips curved into an amused smirk. “Oh? You have changed. You used to be so worried about someone seeing us. If anything, you should be more worried now, considering your beloved.”

“She’s not my beloved.”

She was still holding his wrists, but her head tilted, watching his eyes carefully. He sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the guilt.

“We… we thought it would be a good idea. Because our friends told us we look nice together. It would help her career. I wouldn’t have to invest too much into it.”

He felt ashamed, but he didn’t look away because he didn’t want her to think he was lying.

“I never found a smile like yours. I accepted that I never would.”

Her eyes darkened.

“It’s dangerous, Jungkook. Ill-advised.”

He smiled and he didn’t know if it reached his eyes because his vision was blurry.

But he knew it wasn’t a lie.

“You always were. I should have chased you to the ends of the earth, even if you were only a ghost.”

He lifted his hands, hers with his, and cupped her face, running his fingertips over her cheeks, smooth and soft skin, transported back to that moment in the abandoned literature club room, her face cast in an orange glow, actually swirls from glass-blown sconces, but the past and present connected, turning it into rays from the setting sun that lit up her features, and he said what he had said then, because it was the truth.

“You’re really pretty.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You are.”

He leaned forward and kissed the side of her lips gently.

She chuckled.

“You really are something, Jeon Jungkook.”

Her hands let go and she reached into the deep neckline of her dress, plucking something from the corset. His eyes widened as she pulled out the key card from between her breasts, smirk dancing on her lips. She winked at him.

“A lady has many hiding places.”

She flicked her wrist and inserted it into the door, unlocking it without looking.

The door opened and they stepped into her room.

-

time left: 06:02

“Hnnnnnnngh…”

“Dude can snore.”

“Help me turn him to his side. Don’t want him to vomit in his mouth and asphyxiate,” Kim Namjoon grunted, helped by Kim Seokjin, jerking Kim Taehyung’s body to the side. They backed up and Taehyung immediately flopped to his back, snoring away.

Seokjin thinned his mouth into a line. “Seriously?”

“Ah, here, let’s roll up the towels and use them to prop him up.”

“He’s not as cute as she is.”

“Well, she also doesn’t get piss drunk... ever.”

“Still a better cuddle buddy. Comes with built-in pillows.”

Namjoon blinked at Seokjin and shook his head, letting the odd comment slide. They managed to jam the bath towels next to Taehyung and force him to lay on his side, placing a pillow in his arms that he immediately hugged, squeezing it tightly. The snoring lessened as well.

“Guess we should go back,” Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his short hair.

Seokjin scoffed. “No, we shouldn’t. They’re probably all over each other as we speak.”

Namjoon frowned, raised an eyebrow at the other man. “Really? I don’t know. She seemed very hesitant about it. She said she didn’t love him.”

Seokjin snorted, somehow still elegant with his handsome face. “You really believe that?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what everybody says when they don’t want to admit they’re in love with someone.”

“That’s also what people say when they are, factually, not in love with someone.”

The black-haired man raised his hands and held up his index fingers, wriggling them in the air and bending them ninety-degrees, squiggling them around each other and poking the tips together repeatedly. Namjoon blinked at him.

“What are you doing?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes as if it was despairingly obvious what he was doing. “A visual representation of what they’re doing right now.”

Namjoon contorted his face in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

“… Becoming worms…?”

Seokjin groaned. “Having sex, Namjoon.”

“… How is that…?”

-

time left: 05:53

The door to his dreams unsealed and they tumbled inside.

The orange glow of the hallway lights spilled into the room, bleeding into the cool glow that came from the open windows, curtains pulled back to reveal the shimmering sea and bright moon, a contrast of artificial dusk and true nightfall. She pulled him in by his belt, hooking two fingers under the leather, step by sweeping step, grace that made him breathless, orange and silver and shadow, all mixing together, and then the door closed and then the sea and the moon replaced the sunset dreams.

It was a heavy thunk, closing with finality.

The room had many ornate mirrors in it to make the room seem bigger. The had gold vintage frames of different shapes and sizes, reflecting the contents of the room, the large bed and red silk sheets, the black leather chairs and black marble table bolted down to the floor, the matching marble vanity laid out with several black leather cosmetic bags, all zipped up neatly. The had small details on them – red zippers, silver locks, the designer logo engraved into the leather. The suitcases leaning against the wall matched the cosmetic bags, three of them, one larger than the first two.

Jungkook breathed her name, raising his hand, fingers spread.

Her fingertips touched his, halting him.

“Let me do it.”

He spied his expression in one of the mirrors.

The silver moonlight lit up his face and his eyes, reflecting the lust and trust in them.

He looked back to her and nodded.

“Okay.”

Glamour. Fantasy. Descent.

That was the only way he could describe the way she moved, glamour in the way her hand slowly retreated from his, a steady wave and sweep, clearly deliberate. Even in smeared lipstick, the small smirk was present on those lips, stepping around him with a swing of her hips and gentle clicks of her black patent leather heels, the slinky fabric flowing with her actions and also clinging to her body at the same time, using the arc of her stride to spread open the high slit. Letting him watch. He almost turned to follow but she placed a few fingers on his arm, purring softly.

“Don’t move.”

Fantasy, the way she slipped behind him like a shadow, and then Jungkook had to look up into the mirrors, catching glimpses of her behind him. There was no music, but she moved as if there was. If anything, the sound of the waves seemed to form its own music, and he was suddenly more aware of it, the splashes against the hull of the boat mixing with the bass of his heartbeat and the wispiness of her breath, stepping up behind him, body heat making him gasp, looking into a mirror to his left, a window illuminating his right, her hands slipping between the space of his ribs and upper arms, fingers spread like wings, warm exhale on his neck.

No words.

Just a simple kiss to the base of his head and her lips murmuring his name on his skin.

Descent.

One by one, teasing the buttons apart, her fingers ghosting the exposed skin, his heart racing as he watched those hands, peeling apart the button placket, unwrapping him like a decadent sweet. He watched his own expression framed by long curls of black, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, small mole below quivering, seeing more and more of his chest being exposed, somewhat self-conscious, but there was something spellbinding about only being able to see her hands and forearms, pointed black nails decorated with crystals that caught the light, undoing all the buttons until she reached his pants.

“I can–”

“Shh. Don’t let your impatience prevent you from enjoying your own striptease.”

His cheeks heated a little and he lowered his hands, breath hiking as she firmly gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it out. Jungkook took a step back, his back hitting her chest, and gasped again, feeling the softness, but she adjusted her position so her body wasn’t touching his anymore, chiding him playfully.

“Never had someone take off your clothes, Jungkook?” she chuckled against his neck, making his hairs stand on end.

“Ah, well…”

He watched those deft fingers undo the last two buttons. Then they spread apart his black shirt, reaching in, fingertips spreading out over his abs and pecs, tracing the contours of his muscles, switching between her nails and the pads of her fingertips, prickling and dainty. He couldn’t sure her face, but he saw his, and only now registered his own moans, so absorbed by her sensual movement and her touch that he didn’t even realize the embarrassing sounds falling from his lips.

“Not… since you…”

She snickered. “Seriously? What fool wouldn’t want to tear the clothes off this lovely body?”

He could feel and see his flush in the mirror. He looked away quickly, down to her hands exploring his body. “Well, I just… figured it’s easier if I do it. No one has ever been like you.”

“Hmm.”

His hands raised. He traced her knuckles, causing her to pause, caressing small circles on his sternum.

“You want to tear the clothes off my body?” he breathed, not daring to see his own reflection and know his reaction to whatever her answer was.

“I do.”

He placed his left hand on hers, heart beating faster and faster.

“Not tonight though.”

He pulled her palm away from his racing heart, not wanting her to know her effect on him, letting it linger beside his ribcage.

“Tonight, I will show you all I’ve learned, because I was always a better student than you, class representative.”

He found himself laughing a little, suddenly sheepish. “Yeah. Your name was always in the top five percent. I was pretty bad at school. I don’t know why everyone voted for–oooh…”

Her fingers touched his nipples, rubbing delicately, sending strange shivers all over him, shallowing his breath, making him look up and see his dark nipples being teased by expert hands. Her nails nicked them lightly and he whined in his throat, feeling them harden against her fingertips, surprised at the arousal from the simple touch, something he never paid attention to or cared about. His hair was covering part of his face.

Jungkook reached up and pushed his hair back, pressing his chest into those hands.

Saw one of her eyes behind his head, sharp and sultry with winged liner, twinkling as she watched him.

“I voted for you because I thought it would be funny since you weren’t even trying.”

He didn’t really have a response for that, too busy looking at his own face and body, shivering as she tweaked his nipples and pushed them in slow circles, his arms descending to lower the shadows, letting them suspend by his sides.

She shifted beside him and half of her lips appeared, on the toes of her heels, whispering close to his ear, seductive and dark.

“You were good-looking then, and you’re even more handsome now, Jungkook.”

The sound of the ocean, the silver moonlight shining off her blue-black hair giving her skin a surreal quality, almost doll-like, the mirror reflecting his expression, desire and anticipation.

She removed her hands and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking it down.

He inhaled sharply and her face disappeared.

Dress shirt stripped from his body and flung away, the crisp black fabric flaring out, a shadow cast aside.

Jungkook spun around.

-

Does this man know the meaning of calm the fuck down?

You rolled your eyes inwardly as you witnessed Jungkook turn around, facing you again even though you told him not to the move. He had always been like this, overzealous, but he didn’t seem as clumsy as before, although…

He grabbed your tits.

Hah.

He blinked rapidly, surprised. “Huh?”

You shook your head and knocked his hands away, sighing. “Pasties, Jungkook. To cover my nipples.”

You reached into your dress and scooped your breasts out, trapping them between the v-neckline. His eyes bulged slightly when he saw the smooth black satin circles flush to the apex of your breasts. They fit perfectly, seamless so they were unseen even under the slinky fabric of the black gown.

“W-Whoa…”

“What? I’m a burlesque dancer. Of course, I have fancy nipple covers. This is basic wardrobe.”

He tilted his head. “I’ve never seen any like these. They look like they’re part of your body.”

You tutted. “Obviously, they aren’t. You know I have nipples.”

And you reached up and peeled them off, flinging them aside carelessly.

Jungkook gasped, staring at your nipples with wide eyes.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen nipples,” you scowled. “You better not be a virgin with how hot you’ve become.”

His hands shot up and you grabbed his wrists again, forcing them back down.

Jungkook whined, eyes shifting back up to you, begging to touch them.

You stiffened slightly. What kind of reaction was that?

“They’re so big,” he whispered huskily, visibly shuddering, shaking with the craving to touch them. “I remember they were soft. And…” His breathing hitched, trembling in your hands. “I remember they tasted so good. Amazing. No one has ever tasted as good as you.”

His eyes flickered back down, biting his lip. He tried to break free, but you held. A single glance exchanged and you let go, realizing he was going to do something other than attack them. Instead, he collected the straps of your dress and pulled them back up, slowly, moaning as the slinky black fabric skimmed over your breasts, your prominent nipples sticking out, hardening from the light friction.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy.”

Well, maybe he did have some appreciation for the visual after all.

“You see why I need the pasties.”

He pulled the straps up, whimpering as he watched your nipples strain against your dress, lifting your breasts in the confines of the fabric and lowering them, lifting, lowering, repeating the gesture.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Jungkook… are you bouncing my tits on purpose?”

His dark brown orbs darted to you. Guilty.

“Um… y-you won’t let me touch them…”

You weren’t sure whether to sigh or to laugh. You just shook your head, backing up out of his grasp. His hands were still outstretched, lips forming a small pout. You almost regretted it, but his expression quickly changed as you casually flicked down the straps, freeing your breasts again, dropping his hands and linking them together under his waist, waiting, now invested in what you had in store.

Oh.

He chewed on his lip and gave you an expectant look.

A flutter in your chest.

The side of your lips curved upward, tongue sliding out to graze the edge of your upper lip before disappearing.

You reached back, leisurely undoing the fastenings of the corset, sweeping your legs so the high slit flared apart, turning around, letting him witness the slow undress. Every action was deliberate, the wide arc of your leg moving the skirt aside to prevent you from tripping as you turned without using your hands, the wide stance of your feet to relieve pressure on your heels and to prevent the dress from sliding down too soon, and even the position of your fingers, poised so you could run a nail down your spine as two of them pinched the hook-and-eye and separated them, traveling down to the top of your ass. Every movement was thought out, details that made up the bigger picture, constructing your ultimate goal.

A sensual striptease.

You caught his reaction in a mirror to your right.

His sparkling brown eyes were wide, jaw dropped.

A lot of people had seen you take off your clothes, but no one made you feel as satisfied as Jeon Jungkook, then in his school uniform and now shirtless in his slacks, hands twisting in front of his crotch.

Then you saw your face.

You were smiling.

You really did smile when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Another glimpse at his face and you found him staring at you, silver moonlight glinting off his eyebrow piercing and flooding into his eyes, bringing out the stars within.

You released your hand and your dress tumbled to the ground.

He sucked in a shuddering breath, your name drifting from his lips.

“H… Holy shit…”

You did have an amazing waist-to-ass ratio.

Proper corset training and specific hit workouts to perfect your craft contributed. You couldn’t simply be pretty. You had to be strong and flexible to do the stunts and to walk in your red bottoms for the entire performance. Christian Louboutin didn’t make his shoes to be comfy. He made heels to make feet look enticing and sexy.

The price to pay for glamour and vanity.

It did give you some powerful calves though.

You lifted one shoe, flashing that blazingly red sole of your heel, balancing on one leg for a second.

This was to prevent you from getting tangled on your now fallen dress. You tightened your core, shifting your weight, knowing it would give Jungkook an irresistible view of your plump derriere in your high French-cut black satin panties, the particular style adding illusion to the already stark proportion.

In short, your ass looked fucking fabulous.

You stepped out of your dress, one leg, then the other, taking care not to step on it, adding a little flourish of your hands to create those body lines, ever the performer. You glanced at the mirror and was pleased to find Jungkook hadn’t moved, although his hands were now firmly open, palms down on his crotch, whimpering in his throat.

“Soon,” you promised, and you would keep it.

He nodded, swallowing hard.

You turned your fingers inward, hooking each index finger on the sides of your panties, rocking your hips slowly, lowering your lashes, following the beat of the sea, tugging down the right side a few centimeters and then the left, listening to his breathing and controlling yours. You bent over slowly at the hips, sticking your ass out, listening to his low moan as your glistening slit was revealed, sliding your undergarments down your thighs and calves, placing them carefully onto the floor.

You gradually straightened, breathing out, keeping it as one smooth motion.

You stepped out of your panties.

Now you were clad in only your black patent Louboutins and black diamond choker.

This time, you found your reflection in the mirror to delicately correct your smeared red lipstick with your fingertips. Good enough. You nodded at your reflection. The corners of your mouth curved upwards.

You turned to face him, showing Jungkook your smile.

-

This smile was real.

The smile she only showed when she was with him. He didn’t know if that was a valid thought or not, but he liked to think so. Besides, no smile meant as much as this one. That he was sure of, because he had been chasing this smile for all these years before finally accepting that he would never find another one like it. It was too precious to belong to anyone else.

His smile.

If his dick wasn’t trying to rip open his pants, Jungkook might have cried seeing it for the first time.

He couldn’t speak, too afraid he was going to lose it right then and there.

She walked towards him.

No, walk wasn’t the correct word. Strode, strut, glided, fuck, he didn’t know, she just moved as fluidly as a shadow and water combined, silver moonlight glistening off her skin and her diamonds, and he knew he would never love the mere act of walking more than when he watched her move.

She stilled.

He stopped breathing.

Her foot raised, toes tracing the inside of the heel, raising the pointed toe, balancing it on the stiletto, and she flicked it backward, causing it to tumble and somersault backward, falling to its side.

Fuck.

She thought of everything.

She balanced on tiptoe and did the same to the other shoe, discarding it with a swift tick.

He made a less-than-elegant noise of her name mixed with a needy whine.

“P… Please…”

Jungkook was quite sure he was a hair’s breath away from ripping off his pants to get some relief.

She finally made her way to stand in front of him. Smile so close now, emphasized by painted lips.

Her hands closed over his, peeling them away from his crotch, holding them loosely. She leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Deep, meaningful, nothing flashy. Drew back, still smiling.

This smile.

He wanted to protect it forever.

“I should have told you that I love you, but I didn’t know it then,” he whispered.

She chuckled.

“I know now.”

She was lowering herself as he spoke, tilting her head at him, inviting him to continue. Getting to her knees, positioning her feet right under her ass, neat and orderly. His hands dropped, leaving hers on his belt, undoing the buckle, her gaze still on him. Looking up at him with amusement, diamonds glittering on her throat, perky tits and nipples, thighs on display, kneeling in front of his crotch.

“I love you.”

Jungkook meant it, every syllable.

He never meant it more in her life.

“I know.”

What?

She casually undid his belt and slid the closure open, unzipping his slacks.

“Wait… what?” he sputtered, blinking rapidly.

“I know you love me,” she repeated calmly.

Jungkook had time for a single blink before his pants were yanked down to his knees. He started, almost falling over, but her hands came up behind his legs and gripped them, keeping him upright.

“Careful,” she purred, stroking the backs of his thighs.

He jerked his head down, hardly able to breathe, shock blossoming as she leaned forward, hot breath warming his black boxer briefs. Eyes on his face, pink tongue extending.

“O-Oh, fuuuck…”

She planted her tongue over his hardness and soaked it with saliva, wetting the fabric and tracing the outline, molding his underwear to his length, sending him into gasping shivers, heat from her tongue and then her lips closing, blowing a cool stream over it, hot and cold, sensation and deprivation, too much and not enough, placing kisses all over and he flinched with every one, savoring the feeling, the touch that was familiar and unfamiliar, everything he wanted.

“W-Wait… that’s dirty…”

“Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.”

Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.

Pants racking his torso, looking down, and it was the same but different, her lips kissing up his abs, his chest, back to his face, holding him to her, lipstick smeared and now on his skin. Open mouth to elegantly parted lips, gasping as she collected her breasts and pressed her nipples to his chest, squashing the softness to his pecs.

“Spit on my cleavage,” she breathed.

“W-What?”

She raised an eyebrow, knowing that he heard her perfectly well, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing them on his chest, sending the electric sensation of her large nipples dragging across his heartbeat, rolling her shoulders to the beat of the sea, bathed in silver moonlight.

“Spit on my tits, Jungkook.”

“I… c-couldn’t… do that to you…” he moaned, pitch hiking with pleasure.

She didn’t chide him to cover his mouth this time, instead smirking wider, licking her teeth. “Sure, you can. Do it, golden boy. Spit on me.”

She hooked a leg over his hip and grinded her crotch to his wet one, causing him to whine, knowing his cock was so close to her pussy but not yet skin to skin, the soaked fabric barrier driving him insane, his hands coming up to grip her waist and press her down on him, staring into her eyes, inhale shaky and erratic.

She smiled, teasing, sculptural, his.

“You trust me?”

Jungkook was drunk on something he didn’t understand and it was love.

“Yeah…”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips, an intense, burning kiss. She smiled into his kiss, and he knew she was aware of his nervousness, but she remained patient as she always was, pressing back daintily, taking his breath away. He broke apart, trembling.

She nodded, telling him it was okay.

He collected saliva at the tip of his tongue and looked down, spitting into her cleavage.

It shot out of his mouth, splattering over the swell of her breasts and onto his own chest. His ears burned, self-conscious at the dirty act, but she moaned deliciously, backing up, his saliva dripping down and stuck to the inside curve of her breasts. He had a moment to appreciate the image, the most beautiful woman in the world with her diamond choker and his spit on her tits glistening in the moonlight reflected by the sea.

“Wow.”

That was all he could say as the image burned into his memory.

She smirked, falling to her knees, tugging his black boxer briefs down his thighs, his stiff cock popping out, bobbing in the air at the suddenness of its release, and then trapped once more, except this time not in drenched fabric but in her soft, saliva-covered breasts – or his saliva, depending on how he thought about it – but he couldn’t think about it, abrupt pleasure shooting up his spine, throwing his head back in a moan, eyes darting everywhere, surrounded by mirrors, reflections of his face, his long black hair a wild mess, his facial features consumed by wanton lust, his throbbing cock jammed between her breasts and her body sliding up and down, her large nipples rubbing against his crotch and thighs, oh, fuck, the sensation insane, soft and rough and wet, her perfectly pinned hair leaving only the curls at the ends bouncing from her effort.

She spit down his length, adding to the lubrication and her name burst out of his mouth in an erratic groan.

“F-Fuck…!”

She pushed his cock up, almost uncomfortable, but then her mouth closed around the tip, tongue swirling, and he was lost again, ecstasy as she switched to blowing him, pressing her breasts to his thighs, smearing the saliva on them too, covering his cock in red lipstick, soaking every centimeter with saliva, running her tongue over the veins and the head, his hands clenching into fists, close, so close, and then she popped her mouth off, leaving him near tears and in whines.

“P-Please, let me cum, please…”

“I want you to cum on my necklace,” she panted, planting his cock in her cleavage again, lacing her fingers over it, pressing the head down into the slick skin, shock of her words and the escalating pleasure, his chin lowering and staring down at glittering black diamonds and the engorged tip of his length popping in and out of her breasts.

“You want me to… cum on your necklace…?” he echoed hollowly, in utter disbelief.

“Fuck yes, I do,” she grinned, tip of her tongue flickering at the edge of her lips. “Cum on my diamonds, Jungkook.”

Well, fuck.

This was the worst surreal and hottest moment of his life.

He clenched his jaw and thrust his hips into her chest, adding to the stimulation, chasing it, seeing her grin grow, devilish and devious, squeezing him tighter, faster, faster, faster, his hands and his body shaking, gripped by pleasure and her hold, panting her name over and over, his prayer, his drug, his lifeline, trying to hold out, the line inside him pulled taut, thinner and thinner, snapping.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

His hips jolted and he forced them upward, her head tipping back as the thick red tip popped out, twitching and splattering thick streams of white, painting the black diamonds with his white orgasm, clinging to the jewels and her collarbones, dripping down, covering her with his strong and masculine scent. She lifted her body, trapping his jolting cock in her breasts, and he moaned helplessly, rutting against her skin, sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins, uncontrollable flinching and shuddering as more dribbled out, milked out by the tightness.

“Oooooooh, f-fuck… fuck, I’m s-so sorry…” he gasped out, wincing at the mess he made.

“Ah, shut up, Jungkook.”

In awe, he watched her back up slightly, strings of his orgasm all over her breasts, chest, and diamonds.

She smiled and dipped her fingers in it, coating them with his cum and bringing them to her smeared red lips, licking them off one by one, pink tongue slipping between her elegant digits, moaning as she drank up his taste.

Eyes on his, drunk on him.

-

time left: --:--

Kim Namjoon leaned against Kim Seokjin’s shoulder, listening to the other man’s deep breathing.

They were sitting on the plush green couch in Kim Taehyung’s room.

The night was quiet, nothing but the sound of the waves coming through the open window, a light breeze as Namjoon watched the moon reflect off the ocean. Seokjin had already fallen asleep, head resting against the back of the sofa, tired from the day’s events and needing the rest. Namjoon felt the drowsiness beginning to weigh on him too, using Seokjin’s wide shoulder as his headrest. He had opened the window to prevent the room from getting too stuffy.

It would have been more comfortable to be in that giant bed with the one he was paid to protect, but he hoped she was in good hands now.

He smiled to himself, watching the silver moonlight dance off the choppy waters.

His mind went back to those moments, moments when he had to hold her shoulders and remind her of who and where she was, moments when he sat and waited as she clenched her teeth and a skilled medical tattoo artist filled in those white scars all over her hands, moments of when she finally sat him and Seokjin down and told them why she sometimes woke up at night, screaming and crying, yelling the names of past demons.

She had told them she was sorry, sorry for being weak, sorry for not taking responsibility.

Seokjin had scoffed, smacking her lightly on the head. “Are you an idiot? You have been through enough. Stop it with that nonsense. It’s part of our job, so let us do our job.”

After that, Namjoon would make it a point to check up on her at night, reaching over to soothe her brow as she slept, relaxing her face with gentle touches. He wanted to be there in case she woke up from a nightmare, and it became a habit, until Seokjin too elbowed himself in the bed, muttering that she always got the best digs anyway, so why shouldn’t he? He was handsome enough, after all.

They only accompanied her to events or appearances.

It bothered Namjoon to think that sometimes she was alone in her own home, waking up screaming and crying, and that he couldn’t be there.

He wondered what would come of this.

Jeon Jungkook.

Did he know that if he broke her heart that two ‘big-scary-dudes-with-massive-shoulders’ were going to find his ass and rearrange it?

Hm.

Namjoon closed his eyes, letting the night take him under its wing.

-

time left: error

The black diamond choker was on the vanity, covered in Jungkook’s cum.

Both of your clothes were on the floor, shoes, pants, dress, undergarments, strewn all over, a mess, along with a now cold, wet, white bath towel that smelled like semen and saliva. It had what was left of your red lipstick on it.

One of the designer cosmetic bags was open.

There were condoms scattered on the bed now, thrown over the red silk sheets.

Jungkook was holding your hands, palms up, tenderly kissing them.

It felt strange, his soft lips on your scars.

Most people didn’t realize it. It wasn’t something they looked for or thought to think twice about, because to them, your hands had always been like that. It would be rude to comment or mention it even if they had noticed.

But Jungkook had known your hands before they became like this.

“It’s why I stopped going to school.”

He kissed the pads of your fingertips, looking at you with those dark brown orbs.

“Did something bad happen?”

You smiled, somewhere between sad and apologetic.

“I wanted to make sure that I could still see you, but unfortunately I ended up doing the exact opposite.”

He squeezed your hands tightly, giving you his own smile. “Still, you came back to me.”

You chuckled ruefully. “Not with the best intentions.”

The silver moonlight highlighted all your favorite features, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the tiny mole underneath, the wrinkle of his nose with his smile, the stars in his eyes.

“You’ve always been dangerous and ill-advised for me, but I always liked that about you.”

You arched a brow. “Hm, you were a shitty class representative, huh?”

Jungkook shrugged. “You weren’t really a class delinquent either.”

You shook your head, pulling your hands out of his. “Look at you. What kind of class presentative gets all these tattoos?” you teased, dancing your fingers up his right forearm and elbow, tracing the outlines of the script and graphics, following the swirls of the clouds and flower petals with your nails, listening to his shallow breath at your touch. “And an eyebrow piercing? Are you trying to tell everyone you’re one of the cool kids now?”

His lips twisted into a small frown. “Am I cool?”

You shrugged. “Every time I hear about the cool kids in our grade, it’s just about how they got knocked up too early or how they dropped out of university, so you tell me.”

“I haven’t gotten knocked up.”

You gave him a look, bordering on impatience.

“Wait, I mean–”

You raised a hand and planted it on his chest, pushing him down on the bed.

“Enough. Stop talking, please.”

You crawled over his body, placing your hands by his head, looking down at him. Jungkook stared up at you, long black hair splayed over the pillows. He was definitely a man now, sharp jawline, manicured brows, slight dark circles from long nights, and, as you leaned down, expensive cologne now, still light and clean but with a twist of sharpness and sweet fruit, still with the same warmth. Your lips pressed against his jaw, leaving kisses, sinking your weight onto him, skin to skin, his gasps under you, and now it seemed like you were back in that time, his teenage self and your teenage self, the same eagerness as his arms surrounded you, running his hands down your back, but now he added his nails, making you hum in approval. He did it more, scratching his nails over your spine as you kissed his jaw, his throat, his ear, jingling his earrings with your tongue, whispering against his skin.

“No one has ever been what you are to me.”

You didn’t bother using past tense, because it wasn’t.

You sat down on his thigh, his semi-hard cock twitching against your skin, turned on by your kisses and your tongue toying with his ear.

“You weren’t even very good, you know. You were kinda shit. Too impatient.”

He shuddered, tensing his forearms against your sides.

“I’m b-better now…” he whimpered, turning into a moan as you bit his ear and rubbed your wetness on his thigh, painting it with your juices. You kept it slow, leisurely, with even pressure.

“Still…”

You lifted your head, bringing your fingers inward, slipping them into his hair, pushing it back, caressing his temple with your thumbs.

“I have loved you all this time, Jungkook, even back then when I didn’t know what love was, when I was only chasing a feeling that was different from all the others.”

His eyes widened, stunned by your words.

“Ah, nevertheless, I came back too late.”

“No.”

His hands on your back, holding you tightly to him.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he whispered, words from long ago, bringing them back. “And I will.”

He raised his forehead and touched yours.

“I know it’s not fair, I know it’s bad, I know it’s terrible, but I’ll be fucked up if you can’t be right here, with me.”

His lips to yours, small kisses and closed eyes, hiding his tears behind his lashes.

“You are the happiness, and if you continue to love me, I will never let you go.”

That’s what Jungkook said, but the sentiment was slightly interrupted by his cock being so hard that it was actually raising your thigh up into the air.

You smiled against his lips, chuckling.

“I guess I’ll bring a towel when you get her cocktail splashed into your face.”

“Maybe two. She has a lot of internet friends.”

“Hm.”

You lifted your head, smirking.

“Well, I can’t say it would be the first relationship I’ve ruined, although those were far more indirect.”

-

Jungkook tried to make the moment romantic, but her naked body was on top of him with her wet pussy rubbing on his thigh and his dick was coming back to life right in the middle of his speech.

Still, he couldn’t really complain, because at the moment he was ripping open a condom, on his knees between her legs, rolling it down, eyes roaming over her body lines, poised and elegant and sexy, her hair flared out on the pillows, still neatly pinned up, some kind of sorcery, but that didn’t surprise Jungkook, for she had always had her spell on him and he was better for it.

“You want missionary?” she teased.

He bit his lip, nodding.

“I want to watch your face.”

Her tongue flickered out on the edge of her upper lip, accenting the high point of her smirk.

“Good, then I can watch yours.”

He positioned himself in front of her, pausing for a second, unsure now, but she simply grinned and reached between her legs, one hand on his length and the other on his hip, digging her nails into his ass and shoving him inside her.

“Oh, fuck!”

She seemed highly amused, but he was gone, sudden tightness and wetness enveloping him, pitching forward and catching himself on his palms, sinking into red silk, the intensity bursting from his core and washing over him, shuddering and gasping as she gripped his ass with both hands and sank him down into her pussy, down, down, drowning in the feeling, diving into the depths of pleasure, fuck, he felt it everywhere, her walls clenching and wrapped around his length, the sensitive head rubbing against the ridges, and the emotions that rushed through him as he looked into her eyes, a little humiliated that it affected him so much, a little shocked at how good it felt even with the condom, and a lot of lust and trust and love, all rolling into one, and she purred his name, smooth and silky and gentle, and he couldn’t help himself, slowly rolling his hips and smacking down hard, burying himself to the base, eyelids fluttering, feeling it radiate over his body.

“Too... hard?” he choked out, trying to be considerate, desperate not to fuck up.

She shook her head, snickering.

“Not even close.”

“How can I–?”

But she didn’t let him finish, tapping the mandala flower tattoo on his right elbow and he raised his arms, at loss for words and breath when she raised her legs to his shoulders and tugged his forearms back down, his hands landing on the bed once more.

Oh no.

This was tighter.

“Fuck me, Jungkook, and make it rough.”

I can’t talk or I will blow my load in two seconds.

He nodded, tensing his jaw, and smacked his crotch down, her thighs smacking against his chest.

Oh, fuck me.

He wished he could sound less desperate and less ruined, but he simply didn’t have the capacity for that any longer, tumbling into a series of wild moans as he built up the pace, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him, too much sensation, soft thighs, wet tightness squeezing his throbbing length, her hands on his upper arms, holding on tightly, his name falling from her mouth along with her erotic exhale. He loved every sound she made, every single one, her moan, her hiss, her growl, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, that’s it, give it to me, Jungkook, loved the way she looked at him, a mixture of bliss and slyness, loved the sound their bodies made, a harsh rhythmic smack, louder and louder, messing up the sheets, her head tipping back, eyes closing, fuck, yes, gonna cum if you keep going like that, so he did, hard, firm, powerful slaps of skin-to-skin, feeling so good but holding himself back, biting his lip hard and moaning in his throat, not willing to orgasm until he made her do so, at least twice.

Jungkook was being ridiculous, he knew, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost it too soon during his first time inside her.

“Mmm, fuck, Jungkook, fuck!”

A sharp throb and then a cascading effect, brutal massages of his length, and he didn’t even realize it, pausing for a second from the strength of her orgasm, his cock clenched all over and squeezed, shocking pleasure that made his eyes roll back, struggling with every fiber of his being to not explode, edging himself by ceasing his thrust, and then he drew back and rammed back into her, clawing up the sheets to press her further down into the bed, nearly bending her in half, but she didn’t seem to mind, gripping his arms and raising her hips to meet him, deeper now, the head being constricted even tighter by this changed angle, him sucking in a deep inhale, smelling blackberry, evergreen, and sex, the sweet smell of her pussy, reminding him of sitting on the bus on his way home and catching that scent on his hands and clothes, not regretting it, loving her mark on him.

It was better now.

Better because he was actually in her pussy.

And better because her teeth caught the side of her lower lip, a second of lost control, lashes lowering, moan in her mouth, his name, his name, his name leaking from her lips.

“Oh, Jungkook…”

He would never tire of it.

Never.

It burst again, a lewd squelch, and the insides of his thighs were soaked with viscous honey, clinging to his balls, violent throbs around his jerking length and Jungkook was gone, gone, everything accumulating at the peak and shattering down, his deep moan flooding the room, shooting his orgasm into the condom as his quivering cock was clenched all around, unbearable euphoria that he welcomed, letting it consume every nerve and vibrate through him, a feeling he never wanted to end.

He let it swallow him, her ocean, her moonlight, her night, and he promised himself that he would never leave.

-

All in all, Jeon Jungkook hadn’t changed much. That was alright. It was clear that you both had unfinished business in the past that was being hashed out right now.

Through sex, because how else?

He was behind you, both of you kneeling on the bed, his breath on your skin, murmuring your name, wonderment and desire, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“You can bite me, you know.”

He nipped at your skin experimentally. You pinched his finger on your upper arm, the little sheepish emoji on his middle right. He squeaked and bit harder. You hummed approvingly, lowering your hand.

“You’re turning me into a crazy person,” Jungkook mumbled to the curve of your neck.

“You were already a crazy person. You just pretend you’re not.”

“That’s not true…”

You gently peeled his right hand from your arm and yanked him forward. He inhaled sharply, hard chest hitting your back as you tugged his arm forward, curving it around you.

“What non-crazy person blacks out the inner part of their elbow and tattoos the bone on the outer part as well?” you accused, rubbing his muscular forearm against your nipples, smirking at his moan, his shiver traveling through your back and to the sparks of pleasure radiating from your breasts at the lovely friction.

“Um…”

That was as far as he gave you as an answer because he had no good answers.

“Mhm.”

His hand curved around your left breast and he ran his fingers over it, tugging at your nipple. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly. Well, maybe you had been a bit harsh. He had changed. Less clumsy now, attaining his own irresistible sensuality that he probably wasn’t even aware of, considering the wavering in his tone.

“You’ve probably had better than me, huh…”

“You would be surprised at the complete inadequacy of the human race when it comes to sex, Jungkook. Most people don’t give two shits about listening to their partner’s wants.”

He pinched your nipple and you moaned, rubbing your ass against his crotch.

“You always do everything I want and even things I didn’t even know I wanted,” he mumbled.

His cock was getting the hint with every rock of your hips, rousing at the soft friction. You listened to his rapid breathing, amused, the amusement turning into fond irritation as you felt his free hand slide between your bodies, tucking his hardening length between your ass cheeks, now slowly and non-discreetly humping you.

Well.

Can’t say you were surprised.

“You’re not that hard to read, Jungkook.”

He was leaking all over the top of your ass, ramming the head into your tailbone, now both hands on your chest, forgetting to answer, too absorbed in touching you, tugging at your nipples in time with his rocking hips, lips back to your neck, biting down and sucking hard, leaving marks. There was power in his hold, passion and desperation, a needy whine vibrating in his throat, faster, harder, pinching your nipples and rubbing the tips, pulling slightly, pleasure from his lips and his hands, your own reaching back and clawing at the small of his back, leaving scratches, yes, please, harder, mark me, make me yours, and you chuckled at his declaration, you were always mine, Jungkook, and he moaned your name in affirmation, licking up your neck, hot shaking breath ghosting your ear.

“Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You sunk your nails into his skin and brought your fingers outward, flicking your wrists to leave sharp lines of lust, his moan in your wake.

“Do it,” you drawled, voice saturated with need.

He pushed you down and your caught yourself with your hands, clutching fistfuls of red silk. You heard the rip of another condom and his groan as he encased his aching length, one hand on your ass, and you spread your legs, his knees fitting between them, the head grazing your wet opening and he slid in with a shudder, filling you up and stretching you out, a little pain that dissipated as he squeezed your ass with two hands, sighing with satisfaction with you.

“I know I said I want to kiss you all the time, and I do,” he panted, stalling.

You smiled, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Jungkook looked back at you and he reached forward, driving deeper into you, making you mewl for him. He plucked the pins from your hair, one by one, undoing the perfection, tossing them aside as he spoke, shrouding your shoulders and face with cool-toned black, surreal and glamorous.

“But I think I’ve decided I also want to fuck you all the time.”

You smirked. “You don’t take much convincing, I must say.”

He eased the last pin from your hair and flicked it aside.

You heard it fall to the floor.

That one wouldn’t be found in the morning.

He grinned. “Maybe I already knew you would be amazing.”

Instead of replying, you leaned forward and then smacked your ass back into his crotch.

Jungkook reeled, hand flying back to your hip, grabbing it tightly as you roughly pushed back into him, his natural response being to thrust forward, compounding the pleasure for you and for him, looking forward again and tipping your head back, letting go, moaning for him, his hardness twitching with your sound, loud and getting louder, bodies tangled, bed creaking, clutching your ass for dear life. You lifted one hand and brought beside your hip and Jungkook gripped your forearm, your body naturally dropping lower, deepening each thrust, and that was it, the uncontrollable need resonating in his deep voice, forcefully pounding you into the mattress, thighs, crotch, balls slapping into your lower half, carnal and wild and visceral, his name and your name mixing together, filling the room with the sight, sound, and smell of sex, so strong, fuck, he was so fucking strong, and so were you, a shock every time your bodies connected, until you were wailing with the ferocity of orgasm, squirming and clutching his forearm as he held yours, clenching around his length, but this time he didn’t stop, fucking you through it, gasping for air.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck, do it again, cum for me again, fuck, feels so fucking good, feels like you’re choking my cock…”

And he brought it out of you again, your right hand punched into the sheets, your left in his hold, moaning for him, Jungkook, fuck, Jungkook, for him then, him now, him forever, ecstasy and elation, hitting a high you thought didn’t even exist, lust and trust and love, raising your torso and slamming your palm onto the headboard, rattling the whole damn bed.

“Fuck!”

Slamming back onto his cock and squeezing hard, Jungkook gasping at the suddenness of the harsh throbs around his length, jolting inside you and spilling another into the condom, your head whipping to the side, spotting a mirror and there he was, head thrown back, long black hair touching his shoulders, open mouth, eyes rolled back, chest shuddering, your name a shaky moan, holding you tight, his right arm travelling, wrapping around you and lifting you up, and then it was you in the mirror, your body against his, skin to skin, his dark brown orbs shifting down, feeling your eyes on him, and then he was watching your reflections, seeing your joined bodies, panting in unison, both sweaty and spent.

You smiled at him, lit up by moonlight and mirrors.

He smiled back.

And then his hand was on your chin and he turned your head to face him, tilting his head and kissing your smile, seeing it not its reflection but the real thing, no longer only when you thought he wasn’t looking.

-

time left: 00:00

“Oi.”

Jungkook didn’t recognize that voice at all. He concluded must still be dreaming.

A finger podded his temple.

“Oi!”

He started, but the arms encircling him pinned him in place, not letting him and his naked body leave the bed. Softness pressed against his back, bare nipples rubbing against his skin. He froze.

His dick was rock-hard.

A black-haired man in a black suit with a disturbingly handsome face was glaring at him.

“You animals made a fucking mess.”

“Go away, Seokjin.”

Jungkook squeaked, unable to talk because one of the hands holding him was dancing downwards under the covers, wrapping around his impossibly stiff length. He prayed it wouldn’t start moving up and down, but it did. Slowly. Not enough, but still too much, because he didn’t really want to get jacked off first thing in the morning while someone was very clearly assessing whether or not to cause extreme bodily harm to him.

Well, he did want to get jacked off first thing in the morning.

It was the bodily harm he was less enthused about.

The man named Seokjin squinted at him and it took every fiber of Jungkook’s being to not make a goddamn peep as her fingers ghosted the head, smearing slick pre-cum over the slit.

“I want to take a shower.”

“Then go take a shower. I left towels for you,” she mumbled behind Jungkook’s back.

“Namjoon’s in the shower right now.”

“Then order us some breakfast.”

“I sent Taehyung to do that. Also, it’s noon.”

“Couldn’t you order room service?”

Seokjin shrugged and Jungkook realized his shoulders were huge. “He said he had a friend who worked in the kitchen and was going to reserve us a table.”

She raised her head, resting her chin on Jungkook’s right shoulder and pulsing his cock with her right hand under the sheets. “Taehyung has a lot of friends, doesn’t he?”

Seokjin looked at Jungkook pointedly.

“Er… yeah. T-Tons…”

Those brown eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Jungkook suspiciously. “He seems like a dork.”

“I like dorks. That’s why I keep you around.”

Seokjin stuck his tongue out childishly and yelled at the top of his lungs. “Namjoon!”

“I’m done!”

“Finally,” Seokjin grumbled, walking off and yanking the bathroom door open, barging in unceremoniously.

“Gah!”

“Gah!!!”

-

“Oh, fuck, please, d-don’t…”

“It’ll only take me a second.”

You dove under the covers and Jungkook clapped his hands over his mouth, your grip on his twitching length moving fast and tight, rubbing your tongue on the hot head, and you were right, it only took a few seconds, and then Jungkook was hissing through his fingers, now, fuck, now, and your mouth swallowed his cock, not a moment too soon as thick spurts of his orgasm shot into your throat, coating the back of your tongue, savoring his smell and his thighs under your breasts, rubbing your nipples on the muscle.

“N-No, stop, stop,” Jungkook whimpered desperately, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up, your head popping out, smirk on your lips.

You opened your mouth and showed him your tongue covered in his cum.

“Shit, you’re going to be the death of me…”

He hurriedly nudged your chin and you closed it, grinning.

Dangerous.

Ill-advised.

Jungkook grinned back at you helplessly, holding your smiling face in his hands.

---

some time later

“I have two towels.”

“She didn’t throw her drink at me.”

“Damn. I even seduced the bartender a little bit to get those plush cotton ones.”

“She asked if she could keep the ring so she could sell it and give the money to her secret, less good-looking boyfriend so he could buy her a new ring.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “I said sure, because it wasn’t like the love of my life couldn’t afford her own diamonds.”

“Ah, true, true.”

“I might be slandered for a little while on the internet.”

“Nah, you won’t. Maybe for like, six hours. Then everyone’s attention span will be somewhere else. Also, your taste upgraded in their eyes, from social media influencer to burlesque dancer.”

You grinned, raising your hands to create a finger frame of your index fingers and thumbs, enclosing the handsome face of Jeon Jungkook, long black hair, silver brow piercing, dark sculpted eyebrows, big brown eyes, defined jawline, shapely pink lips, mole of his nose and cheek, and finally that perfect mole underneath his lower lip, appearing as he smiled at you, confused at what you were doing.

“Even though we all know you’re just a hopeless sucker for the class delinquent. Tsk tsk.”

His grin grew mischievous, walking over to you as you lowered your hands.

“Well, I was a shit class representative anyway.”

He leaned down to kiss you, smile to smile.

Twelve hours.

Sunset to night.

-

fin.

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[introloves]

small thought, thinking about hakuba gao:

— mentions of insecurity + big dick! gao + super hot gao as your boyfriend + he calls reader bunny + overstimulation + mating press + rough sex + creampie + f! reader

it came in waves; the feeling of an overwhelming swirling and stinging heaviness dropping in your chest- all the way down to your tummy.

all because a six foot eight olympian volleyball player: hakuba gao was your boyfriend.

it wasn’t a problem to him, he didn’t realize just how imposing and intimating having someone like him as a partner was- he was so fucking hot, it nearly hurt to look at him. gao didn’t see that, he didn’t see how having someone like him could ever be a problem.

no- he didn’t get the insecurity because he was wrapped around your finger. he loved you, he loved you and thought you were the most beautiful person on the planet. to him, it was as if you were speaking in another language when you approached him and spit out every nasty thought swirling around in your head.

he looked down at you with pinched eyebrows, frowning at the way you were worrying away at your lip, squeaking out thoughts and words of;

“‘m not good enough for you... i’m too ugly, you need someone who looks good standing next to you.”

he let you get them out, all the icky thoughts hiccuped out into the room before he picked you up.

he picked you up so easy, despite your cries and wails- exclamations that this wasn’t a good idea.

your big and dumbly in love boyfriend growled out a single word-

“quiet.”

before dropping you on the bed- cock hard and dangling against his thigh, hard because he wanted to prove to you how fucking sexy and how hot he thought you are.

“see?” he questions, tugging his sweats down, roughly and almost angrily tugging at his dick, showing you what your body did to him.

seeing you laying there on the bed, splayed out thanks to him, breathing heavy at the quickness he tampered down any and all thoughts of insecurity.

“you get me so hard- if i didn’t want you-“ he barked, large, strong, and calloused hands tugging the bottoms right off you, bringing you down towards him, “i wouldn’t be this fucking hard.”

he was right, he was hard and dripping precum onto your thigh now. it made a deep heat swirl around in your chest, accompanying the dizzying and pulsing thrum of your heart.

those same hands coming down to wrap themselves around the back of your thighs, folding you down with a strength that came easy, easy because he was an athlete- an olympian athlete about to fuck you open, all in a desperate attempt to make you see just how much he loved you and how pretty you were.

it made breathing a little harder, voice pitching up an octave while the tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, swallowing the cockhead eagerly. you recieved him like it was home- like he belonged there sheathed inside you for eternity.

he was so big, the simple motion of the first stroke, whole weight of his body swinging down against your poor own made the bed creak loudly, mixing in with the shuttered scream that left your mouth.

grabbing at your handsome boyfriend with shaky hands- you begged him to come down just a bit, unable to think or see or want anything other than him, wetness of you being sprayed everywhere thanks to the relentless mass of his thighs smacking the back of yours over and over and over.

he grunted, breathing out shaky breaths as he complied with your wordless pleads, pressing his face against your cheek, already so hot and wet-

“fucking this cunt like an animal... is this what i need to do to make you see how beautiful you are?” he scoffed, tough words softened around the edges with pure adoration. he choked back a groan at the way you pulled in back in everytime he left you- pussy clinging to him, just like those sweet hands of yours.

the whole situation was painted in one of pure juxtaposition- he was fucking you stupid and numb, all to prove how much he loved you and your being.

it worked, it worked because everytime the tip of his cock punched your cervix, making your body seize over and over- all you could really think of was the way you were cuming, you were cuming and unable to stretch your legs out because he kept a tight grip on them. any thought of insecurity was fucked out of you.

he filled you- he filled you full of his cum in a primal attempt to displace that ick, if your cunt inflated with his hot and heavy load, then surely you couldn’t hold any of those thoughts.

only his name was uttered; just like he wanted, capturing your brain and cunt- wanted every inch of you seeping ‘round the edge with nothing but him.

“see bunny? see?” he panted, sweat forming along the hairline- hair pushed back, undercut catching small drops of perspiration.

“couldnt cum like that- couldnt cum as much as i did if i didn’t absolutely and wholeheartedly love you.”

shifting his heavy hips to press down inside, obscene amount of cum spilling out around the seal your cunt had against his big cock.

you looked at him dumbly, trying to catch your breathe while that shaky body of yours recovered from the many orgasms he just put it through.

“now pretty baby, tell me how beautiful you are- or i won’t stop fucking you.” he inhaled, grumbled voice sucking in hisses of air as he slid his still throbbing cock out of you, watching your attempt to move away- screaming out at the overwhelming pleasure.

“i’m beautiful! i’m so pretty! prettiest baby all for you!” hiccuped words wailed out into the hot room made him smile, settling against you once more.

he smiled as your body twisted, thighs helplessly shook against the reddening tips of his fingers, digging into the softness, spilling out between the spaces with how hard he pinned them against your body.

“good- that’s my good bunny.”

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[selinakidreams]

hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse ‘s Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyone’s work, there’s so many delicious pieces to choose from.

without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here

pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)

warnings: she’s WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs

a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and 🥺🥺 you guys seriously mean the world to me.

tag list: @hiddenbluee​ @undersero @sawam0chi

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,” you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam. 

You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, “You think you’re so funny,” she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order. 

“I do, I really do,” you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machine’s steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you. 

You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasn’t just for the unique taste. 

When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation… almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.

As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shop’s entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one. 

You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where you’ve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.

Accustomed to ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, “.. You look really familiar.” as he tried to place the face.  

“You know, I was thinking the same thing...” you trailed off. 

After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive “it'll probably come to me in the middle of my next class…” before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.

“Ahh… can I get…” he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, “uhh a… hot latte please?”

While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze. 

“Did I forget something...?” Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, “Oh, duh, I forgot the size!” A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest  felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. “Could I get a large please?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.“Will that be all for you today?” looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, “Tempted?”

“One way or another, yea,” he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart.  

“Well luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.”

He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, “Well which is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Hmm… Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.`` 

“You really know how to sell a guy… That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?” the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. He’s a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.

“You want me to warm it up for you?”

“Sure!”

Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around. 

You voiced his total with a soft smile, “Cash or card?”

“Card. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?” 

Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.

“Yea!” you squeak before clearing your throat, “Yea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!”

You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.

Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks. 

You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it. 

“Sero!” he said quickly, “Sero Hanta. That’s my name.” 

You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, “I’ll be sure to remember it… Sero.” 

The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.

“Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?” you shout, asking the newly present night shift as you’re halfway out the door. 

“No no, we got it,” both your coworkers chime, “just hurry up and get to class!” one of them adds. 

Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.

The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts. 

The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.

As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling. 

Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.

He was really attractive… where had you seen him before?

You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Sero’s face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied. 

Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.

Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name. 

“So, I just wanted to clarify,” your ears perk up at the voice, “The article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women… but I feel like there is a new wave of um… feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come… first.” He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with. 

You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first. 

What a gentleman.

“Thank you for your… input … mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, it’s actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next class’s date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!”

While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor? 

Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, “It’s alright, it’s alright!”

You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone. 

Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. “So this is where I know you from!” He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable. 

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“Hey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?” You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood. 

Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him. 

“I just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If that’s cool,” he said to you, flattening his shirt down, “and maybe get a coffee.”

Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, “in that order?”

The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, “okay Sero, what could I get you to drink?”

He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?” you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter. 

After clocking out, you’re met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in sero’s eyes. 

“The coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like it’s so much more than just a simple latte.” 

You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you don’t add any magical properties to. 

“I make it with kindness.” You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.

“So mister Hanta… have you been stalking me?” 

His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, “N-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift that’s before our class.”

“Hmmm… So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?”

“Well, luckily you were there, so I guess we’ll never know the answer.”

After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.

The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.

Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, “Hey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?”

He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words. 

“Honestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one person’s views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.”

While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale. 

“I’m sorry-” he choked out as he grabbed his chest, “your face just-” he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.

Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it weren’t for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up. 

As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout. 

“So what's the real answer, then?”

He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, “whaddya mean?”

“You're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?”

“Oh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like ‘i just wanna learn more about sex so i could be better’, hm?” he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.

You rolled your eyes in return, “not necessarily, that was just a really… refreshing… answer.”

By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.

The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.

“So I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number… I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fast…?” he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill. 

“I wouldn't have thought it was too fast.” you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.

It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.

You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.

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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements. 

“So you want our first project meeting… at a coffee shop?” you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.

“I thought it would be very symbolic.”

A snort greeted both of your guy’s ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Anyway, so the project.”  Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.

“Right,” he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“So the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex life…” the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadn’t faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch. 

“Well, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like it’s common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when you’re with a partner…” he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, “you should make sure they cum at least once before doing… whatever you two.. had.. planned on… doing.” Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. 

Oh fuck. 

You felt yourself throb. 

“Y-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.” 

It’s almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” before deciding to drop it and move on.

He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “You guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet… I'm here longing for your coffee.” you snort once again.

After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.

It was really cute seeing Hanta’s eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.

With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, there’s no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed. 

When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.

No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; It’d be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks… then you’ll tell him.

But he hadn't so far.

Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about people’s orgasms. 

Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.

Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host “tea time” in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you. 

Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you. 

“You get the same thing everytime we’re together… why?” 

He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, “I get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.” 

“You never… wanna try anything new?”

“Is there something in particular you want me to try?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.

“Well no, not necessarily…”

“Well then how about you give me a recommendation? What’s a drink you think I would love?” 

This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink he’d appreciate the most. Something warm… something reflecting how you feel about him.

“I think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really… cozy.”

“Okay, I'll try it the next time I go.” 

And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmother’s porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).

He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

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 “So,” you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guy’s lower halves sit diagonal from each other.

“So.”

“Everything is practically done, I just wanted to… call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.”

“Very reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop… so I’m pretty sure it's good.”

“Well it’s due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but… there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, I’m trying to save your reputation.” he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, “Oh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just… have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?” you didn't even wait for him to speak, “exactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.” You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest. 

Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, “we got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!” his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, “that's neither here nor there.” you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.

“Okay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,” he jested along and gave you a slight bow.

After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again. 

“So… I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.” Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. “I have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?”

Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just… had to know. 

Let it be known, messing with love potions wasn’t your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.

Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same. 

It’s surely gone cold by now but that wasn’t going to stop you. “Oh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.” You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp. 

The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips. 

A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body. 

He likes you.

While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back. 

“Is there liquor in that?” He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.

You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It might’ve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didn’t care. Sero Hanta… likes you. 

Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can I uh.. can I try your drink?” He says, face red with blush. 

As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.

 He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his. 

It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly he’s kissing you. Almost hesitantly. 

He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it. 

Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body. 

Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you… but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic. 

Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know you’ll never get enough of. 

special extra ! : you and Hanta in the fall- Season of the Witch with almond milk, hot; dirty chai latte with a bewitched cinnamon stick to help keep you warm ;) , even on the coldest of days ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. “Hanta,” you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling. 

You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox. 

“What are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.” You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.

“You know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?” He quietly moaned. 

Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.

“Hanta you weren’t supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!” You giggle again. 

A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guys’ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your mother’s familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.

 “I know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now I’m hard and I need you.” he spoke lowly. 

This was going to be fun. 

The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, “What is it you want to taste first, Hanta?”

“How badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?”

“Wanna fill me up?”

By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.

“Fuck-” he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch. 

Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.

“Look at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.” 

You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. “Oh, you like when I say things like that?”

“H-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.

He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, he’d tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name. 

“‘M gonna cum Hanta, hh-” you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.

Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, “you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.

“Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.” he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. “You want that, pretty? Use your words.” he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.

“Yes please Hanta!” you whine, “wanna feel stuffed b’cause of your cum. Please fill me up--” you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance. 

Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, “shit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?” he moans out. 

Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, “yes!”

With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-” he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.

You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!” he choked out. 

You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, “fill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!”

You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.

His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you. 

You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and that’s what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy. 

He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.

Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, “what if… I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..” 

What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him. 

“I put a spell on you… and now you're mine…” you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.

Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.

#she dreams ! #butter’s house🏡 #🪄 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. #sero hanta #sero mha #sero smut #sero hanta smut #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha smut #bnha #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia smut #sero bnha #sero hanta mha #mha smut #smut

[yourfriendlyneighborhoodsimp21]

Genshin Impact Boys NSFW Headcanons

Pairing (Separate): Xiao, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe & Zhongli x Female! Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Harsh Language, Degradation, Terrible Writing Because I Hardly Proofread-

Minors Do Not Interact | NSFW UNDERCUT

A/N; I’ve been playing this game for a good while and I’ve been waiting for the chance to write for my favorite husbandos (´-﹏-`；) I may make more hcs for this game in the future and maybe a separate blog!

[] Being in an intimate relationship with Xiao was already a hard thing to accomplish, so getting him into bed will definitely take longer.

[] It’s not that he doesn’t want to have sex with you, he’s just scared. Scared of being so close with someone, scared of you not enjoying it, scared of hurting you.

[] In the beginning he treats you like a fragile piece of glass, he doesn’t want to do anything that would bring you displeasure, so it’s up to you to tell him what feels good and what doesn’t.

-

“You can touch there, Xiao.” The H/C female murmured as the Yaksha above her hesitantly buried his face into her neck. He slowly thrusted his hips to meet hers while his lips latched onto her neck, causing her to let out a small sigh in pleasure. Xiao wasn’t used to the feeling of being an amateur at something.

He didn’t know where to place his hands so the were just resting besides the girl’s head. He didn’t know how slow or fast to go, so he just stuck with slowly pounding her. He didn’t know any other positions, so he stayed in the vanilla missionary pose. To say that Xiao was clueless when it came to having sex was an understatement.

“Hey..” y/n said softly, placing a hand on his cheek to gently get him to look at her. “You’re doing great, just don’t hold back, m’kay?” With those words, the Adeptus nodded and slowly but surely got more comfortable.

-

[] After a few times, the Adeptus is willing to open up and let go of his cautiousness a bit. During the past times, he was able to pick up what things would make you squirm and what would leave you whimpering in pain, so he’s not as clueless as before.

[] You knew he had a tendency to growl at times, so hearing that during sex wasn’t unusual, but he also let out his own sensual moans as he thrusts in and out of you. His noises may be a little quiet, but Archons do they turn you on even more.

[] Teasing him will definitely leave you with some bruises the next day. He doesn’t necessarily mean to be so rough with you, it just..happens? What? Whenever you sway your hips in front of him or ‘accidentally’ brush you fingers inside his thighs in public, he can’t help but lose some control. Besides, if you didn’t want it then you would’ve behaved yourself.

-

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Xiao muttered into her ears as his fingers skillfully massaged her insides, making her whimper and grab onto his shoulders. “Answer me, y/n.”

“I-I..No..!” She wailed, crying out in pleasure as he felt his fingers hit her sweet spot. The walls inside her room at the inn were particularly thin, so she was sure the others could hear. Before she could clamp a hand over her mouth to quiet her moans, she felt a hand on her wrists pin them above her on the bed. “Oh, so now you want to be all quiet when you had the nerve to openly tease me in front of everyone? Tch, how pathetic.” The Yaksha spat, roughening his pace as he watched y/n with pride in his eyes. The way she moaned and reacted to being treated in such a way made him feel more powerful than he already knew he was.

“Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson on how to respect the Adepti, because surely you didn’t think you would get away with teasing me without a punishment, correct?”

[] This little shit is such a tease in bed, there’s not a moment when he’s not throwing out comments on your every move. (And honestly? He’d tease you in public too, he personally enjoys the thrill of getting caught).

[] Not to say that he wasn’t a virgin when you both met, but you were sure he knew his way around the bed from how he skillfully and easily lulled you into such a desperate state.

-

“Kaeya..” Y/N whimpered softly, the feeling of his clothed erection grinding against her was something her body would never get used to. The girl sat atop the desk in the Calvary Captain’s office as his hands roamed her chest from underneath her shirt.

Kaeya smirked as he watched the desperate girl try shift her hips to get more momentum, they were going at a painfully slow pace and he knew the more he touched her the more she would submit to him. “Can I help you, Princess?”

“I..I need more..” The woman whined, staring into his blue eyes with needy ones. She groaned slightly as she felt him back away slightly, a pout on her lips. Her mind was hazy, the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted her lover to quit teasing her and just fuck her senseless. But her thoughts were immediately cut off by the hand that popped up from under her skirt and play with her sensitive area.

“Good things come to those who wait, no?”

-

[] Once you both finally get to the real deal, such sinful words fill the air as he pounds into you.

[] Kaeya is definitely one to degrade, the reactions he gets from it are just too addicting to stop.

[] Words and sayings like “you’re such a slut for me” , “you look so beautiful putting that mouth to good use for me, baby” and “little whores like you don’t get what they want” are definitely used during intercourse.

[] But there are times where there’s such a soft moment between the two of you that you forget he’s such a flirt.

[] During soft sex, Kaeya lets down his charismatic facade and take time to appreciate you and your body, kissing areas on you that you may not like so much and just give you words and gestures of praise.

[] This usually happens if you’re both just quietly holding each other in bed or either one of you need some extra affection. With commissions and work for Jean, you both don’t get as much time to spend together as you would like, so moments like these are something that both you and Kaeya treasure.

-

The knight softly held his lovers hips, gently thrusting himself into her as he let out soft pants into her neck. The atmosphere was different from past times, but if was surprisingly more enjoyable.

Kaeya lifted his head up and looked at her with eyes of adoration while she placed a hand on his cheek to caress it gently, small moans leaving her lips as she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face.

Seeing Kaeya so vulnerable was something y/n wasn’t that used to seeing, knowing that he trusted her to do something so intimate while he usually pushed others away filled her heart with love.

This wasn’t just sex, this was love making. And the two of them wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“I love you..” She murmured, wrapping her legs around his waist as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Once the kiss ended, Kaeya couldn’t help but smile down at her. “I love you too, Princess.”

[] Like Xiao, Diluc’s incredibly careful when it comes to having sex with you. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you and make this moment something you won’t enjoy.

[] Sex is something extremely intimate to him, so there won’t be any shenanigans in public or somewhere where people are around. Him being in such a vulnerable state is something only your eyes should see, as well as vise versa.

[] The first few times, Diluc would be so careful with you, not as cautious like Xiao, but cautious enough to do everything slowly to see what reactions you make. If you make a noise/face of pleasure, then he’ll make a mental note to do it again in the future, but if he can see any discomfort then he’ll immediately stop that and place a small kiss over the spot that he hurt.

[] Could but most likely won’t degrade you- He loves you too much to say such hurtful words to you, but he may throw in a few if he’s feeling it.

-

“You’re such a slut.” The red-haired male muttered as he watched y/n’s bare body lay sprawled against the counter in Angel’s Share. He had closed earlier than usual due to his lover decided to throw a few teasing glances his way and sway her hips in front of him whenever she would pass by. “Look at you, dirtying up my counters after all I did was play with your chest, aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

A moan of pleasure escaped the h/c-ed girl’s lips as she felt two fingers enter her, gripping onto the edge of the counter for some sort of support as Diluc began moving his hand at a fast pace. “N-No.” She stammered, turning to look at him with a lazy smirk on her face. “It’s n-not my fault you can’t h..handle yourself when I’m with Kaeya- I’m sure h-he could do mu..much better than you.”

The second she saw the look in his eyes, she knew she made a mistake as Diluc took his fingers out of her and forcefully grabbed onto her hips. Without a moment to react, he entered her at full force, causing her to let out a loud cry in both pleasure in pain. His fingers wrapped her hair around them and he brought her head back to meet his, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and lust.

“Say that one more fucking time and I’ll show you something that damned man could never give you.”

-

[] But most of the time, it’s just regular vanilla sex. He doesn’t need much, but if you wish to try something new then he’ll be all ears.

[] His ultimate goal is to please you. He doesn’t care much about himself being satisfied, if you’re happy then he’s happy. So of you ever chose to switch things up a bit and pleasure him, he’ll be reluctant at first but immediately melt into your hands. Th poor guy has been through a lot in his life and can get tired of being the owner of Dawn Winery by day and the Darknight Hero by night.

-

Small kisses were pressed against the male’s neck as he let out a small content sigh, lazily wrapping his fingers in y/n’s hair. Although he wasn’t used to such attention, he sure as hell was enjoying it.

y/n looked at him with gentle eyes as she slowly rode his hips, occasionally letting out a few breathy moans while she looked at him. Seeing Diluc in such a state warmed her body. She was the one who was bringing him such pleasure, she was the only one he let see him in such a vulnerable place, she was the one who could relax him by the touch of her fingers.

“Tonight’s all about you.” The woman murmured, staring into his fiery red eyes with such adoration. A soft blush covered his cheeks as he looked back, never had he ever felt so loved and appreciated. Although he was used to the praise he got from being the mysterious ‘Darknight Hero’, it had been so long since he felt genuinely..loved. Diluc stayed speechless as he placed his hands on her hips, loving every second of their intercourse.

[] Gentleman in the streets, gentleman in the sheets.

[] Zhongli will always make sure to please you in every way possible, whether you’d like to take the lead or just want him to just play with something that’s sensitive to you.

[] Absolutely refuses to degrade you or go too rough, mortals are fragile beings and while you may find pain pleasurable, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. As for degrading, he just doesn’t feel comfortable with calling you such hurtful things, so please respect his boundaries.

[] He usually moves at a fast enough pace, not to slow but not too fast to hurt you.

[] The Geo Archon has lived for thousands of years, and while he understands the concept of sex, he wouldn’t know anything about kinks or different positions, so you would have to slowly teach him about them.

-

“Just sit down, alright?” y/n said as she guided her lover to the couch, watching as he sat down on it with a curious glint in his eyes. “Is there anything else I should do?”

The female smiled softly and sat on his clothed thigh, placing his hands on her hips while she shook her head. “No, my love. But you can touch me wherever you’d like.” She mumbled, beginning to roll her bare hips against him as a soft blush overtook her cheeks.

y/n had said that she wanted to try something new, and while Zhongli didn’t know what to expect, he didn’t turn down her advances. Whatever made his princess happy, he was willing to comply. But he couldn’t deny that the look on her face as she rode his thigh was something he would love to see again and again. The way her eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted ever so slightly were just so enchanting that his grip on her hips tightened to move them himself, helping her get to an orgasm.

This is something that Zhongli wouldn’t mind doing again.

-

[] Zhongli isn’t very vocal during sex, he’ll just let out small grunts and groans here and there, but nothing more. He usually likes keeping quiet so that he can hear your own moans better, he finds them absolutely heavenly and honestly can’t get enough of the whimpers and whines you let out.

[] Aftercare with him is absolutely amazing, he’ll clean the both of you up and draw you a warm bath (even offering to wash you up if you let him).

[] If you let him, he’ll go into the bath with you and just wrap his arms around your waist, holding you from behind. From there, you get a pretty good look at his toned arms, tracing the designs that were on them quietly as you lean against him.

[] But I will say that while he may be oblivious to your advances, the outcome is always worth it.

-

Moans and grunts filled the once quiet air as y/n desperately gripped onto the Archon above her who was currently thrusting himself into her. “Z-Zhongli, I’m close..” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as the all too familiar knot in her stomach began to form. A hand was placed on her cheek and she felt it gently caress it.

“Go ahead, my love.” He murmured with his usual charming smile. Watching y/n fall apart was the highlight of his night, he was the only one that could bring her such pleasure, he was the only one she trusted enough to be so vulnerable around, he was the only one she let touch her in such a way.

Pride filled his eyes as he watched the woman release, a long moan leaving her bruised lips as she arched her back. Words couldn’t describe how privileged he felt to see such a beautiful being.

[] Please this is little shit number two, he’ll tease you 24/7.

[] As the 11th Fatui Harbinger, Childe knows most people’s weaknesses. And to say he knew yours was an understatement, he knew exactly what strings to pull to get you into a drooling mess.

-

“You’re such a fucking slut, you know that?” Childe chuckled as he leaned against the wall in an empty supply closet, watching as y/n desperately clawed at her clothes with a desperate look in her eyes.

“I barely just grabbed your ass and now you’re all over me like an animal in heat.” He mumbled, pausing her actions by placing a hand under her chin to look at her. She couldn’t help but get even more flustered as she looked into his eyes, the look of absolute lust and dominance in them was enough to make her weak in the knees.

Amused, the harbinger leaned down slightly so that his lips were hovering next to her ear, his breath causing her to shiver. “I’m going to try and teach you not to be such a dirty whore, but knowing you, this little lesson won’t teach you anything.”

-

[] While Tartaglia can be a mean dom, there’s moments where he can be soft as well. He’s a family man at heart, so sometimes he doesn’t want to be led by lust and instead by pure love.

[] You may even forget that he’s even ever part of the Fatui, he’s being so vulnerable in front of someone he can trust with his whole being. It wasn’t everyday that the Childe would actually shut up for once and pour out his love for you into soft thrusts.

-

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” The harbinger murmured as he watched the woman beneath him ride out her orgasm. It was such a gorgeous sight to him, and for once, instead of teasing her he just continued to shower her in nothing but affection.

y/n laid limp against the bed, panting as she opened her eyes to look at the hydro user. This was the first time they had done something so...intimate. She felt him pull out and lay against the bed, holding her close as they sunk in the events that had just occurred. Childe was allowed to have a day off from the Fatui and he decided to spend it with his girlfriend. A soft cuddle session led from one thing to another and ended in a soft intercourse between them.

There wasn’t a hint of lust in the air, just pure love and adoration for each other and honestly? They both like that way much more.

[modx-reborn]

One word prompt: Webcams

Returning my C!Eret posts.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!

You had many thanks to give a certain young goat hybrid for his little invention, especially seeing as Eret had to leave you, heading off to the far reaches for a few weeks to barter a trade deal or something along those lines. But with the little box you had attached to your com, you would still be able to see them, even if it was slightly grainy and dulled their features.

Getting it all set up was rather easy, plug this there and attach this piece here and now you're all set up, waiting for that ping from them that meant you would be able to try out the call feature. Eager to get to see them after the past week of just words scrolling across your screen in the morning and evening before bed.

Your screen lights up with their name and the small image of their crown that you had snagged before they left to assign to their contact, teasing them that it was more memorable than their face while dancing out of their reach when they tried to wrap you up in their arms to get you back for the comment.

That memory plays in your mind as you pick up, giddy as you call their name, cathing the soft look they cast at you when you do.

"Eret! Look see I told you it would work, now we can chat even if you are off across the server doing all your royal business!"

"I never doubted that it would honey, after all, you were so excited and we did test it before I left."

"I Knoooow, but you can never be sure..."

They hum in response, loosening their cloak and tossing it off out of the screen, rolling their shoulders and stretching their arms just out of the frame. Settling in on whatever they were stretched out on, white eyes more grey through the screen as they watched you excitedly go overall you had done while they were away, even stopping midway through your sentences as you remembered something scrambling off the bed and letting them listen to you as you shuffled in the background.

Coming back into frame dressed in a black dress that had arrived the day after Eret had left, no doubt that they had it commissioned for you, something to likely match one they had hidden away in their ever-expanding closet of beautiful gowns and suits. Sitting on the bed letting the slits expose your thighs and watching how their eyes refused to leave the path your hands had begun to take as you spoke about how well the gown fit.

"I knew it would look good on you my dear, it is a shame that I can't be there to peel you out of it though..."

Their words are quick to halt your rambling, leaving you to stumble slightly before you responded with a whined 'What?' sure you and the King of the SMP were close but you had not expected this when you had called them, the screen making them bold or mayhaps it was just seeing you in one of their gifts.

"You heard me, dear. After all this time you still can't see it, all these gifts and even the touches you know are not friendly and your still not getting it."

"Eret, I..."

"No, no little one I'm not done yet. You were so oblivious and here you are spread out on this little screen, dolled up in another one of my gifts, one I had hoped I would get to see in the flesh and finally get you to understand that you aren't just some friend of mine..."

There is a lot to digest as they continue to talk, listening to them make clear how they wanted you watching how their eyes were sharp like they were waiting for something, almost devouring you with their gaze. All you had exposed seemed like so much more now, the expanse of your thighs still filling their screen and the dip of the neckline showing off the bare length of your neck, the attention now making you squirm in a way that was new for when you spoke with Eret.

Sure you admired your friend, and sure there had been nights when you woke with their name on your lips and a flush high on your cheeks the following days whenever you laid eyes on them, so ignorant of how they looked at you always drapped in something of theirs or a gift from them.

But now it was all so clear and as your mind finally caught up with what you had been told there was no stopping the slight whine that you released, hoping that the mic on your com didn't pick it up only when the soft sound of Erets laugh fills your room you knew you were fucked.

"Figured it out now? Get why I love seeing you all dressed up in my gifts? How every time they get more and more revealing, and my hands would wander further and further across your skin? Well, have anything to say or are you just going to sit there all pretty and fucking silent?"

"I-I..."

Turning your head away from the still so consuming gaze of the king, your mind scrambles for something anything you could say in return, sure you liked them but how much did that go? Were the dreams and the intrusive thoughts you sometimes had enough to give in to this and give them a chance or was this a thing that would cost you your friendship should you say no? No, there was no way this would be something that could wreck how close you were to them, letting your mind simply follow what it thought best and looking back at the person sitting waiting on the other side of your screen.

"I understand... I-I think."

"You think? Well, then my dear let me show you just what you do to me, dressed up in my gifts, practically exposing yourself to me over these webcams. So sit still and Watch me."

It's easy to listen to what they had asked you when they let their voice dip low, even over the com speakers it sounds so nice, such a beguiling sound. Their camera frameshifting to show more of their body, their shirt parted and untucked from their pants, belt lose and left open as they tuck their thumbs into the hem, sliding the fitted material down to free their half-hard cock.

One hand pushing their shirt aside letting the frame be filled with their bare skin and wandering hands, only letting you watch and listen as they wrapped a hand around themself slowly moving back and forth, white eyes just barely visible in the top of the frame as they worked their cock. Their free hand pressed the hem of their pants, keeping them out of the way and letting you see everything that they were doing.

Ever thankful for your choice of living alone as your speakers began to fill the room with their sounds, deep groans and calls of your name a constant thing alongside the wet sound of Eret fucking their own hand, the whole thing almost like a fever dream. You watching them touch themselves as they watched you, your thighs shifting and twitching just within the frame, making them pant something that is lost to their comms mic.

It's something beyond magic to watch as their head falls out of frame, the length of their neck the only thing still visible as they speed up, bucking up into the twist of their wrist, their thumb swiping across the head of their dick smearing the pre that had beaded there down their length. It's eye-catching when their hand grips the base of their cock, letting the cam capture how it throbbed as they stopped touching themselves.

There is nothing you can think to say as they lift their head, checking to make sure you were still watching them as they returned to fucking their hand, not stopping this time as they finally began to work themselves to completion. Their eyes keeping you watching, hands gripping the edge of the gown they had given you, fingers twitching to do more than just bunch up the fabric covering you, but something about how they were looking at you through the screen was stopping you, keeping your hands still as they finally came.

What would be white strings dripping over their fingers as they slow their hand's movements, wringing out all the pleasure they can as they pant and call your name, their hand slick with their cum is something that would be haunting your dreams till their returned from this trip as would the sound of their voice, so deep and yet still breathy as it called your name.

The last words you hear before the call goes dead are something that you will have to remember, your comms battery going flat and plunging your screen into darkness, reflecting your deeply flushed face back at you, letting you watch your own chest rise and fall after having watched all that.

"Understand now sweet thing, I'll be seeing you soon. Oh and wear that dress for me, I would hate to leave you without your clothes when I take you back to the castle with me..."

#c: eret #one word prompts #dsmp smut #k: exhibitionism #k: teasing #k: light degradation #possessive behavior #mxad

[rulerofstars]

i love your writings! but maybe we could have some angst??? like um.. levi had an argument with his s/o before an expedition over something and they made up after they came back to the walls?

Sunsets and Mishaps

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, gore, deaths.

Word count: 2,600 words.

Angel: Thank you so much for requesting and for the kind words, anon! I enjoyed writing this one. <3

 The taste of the warm, strong tea eased the coldness caused by the chilly morning of an expedition. You have the habit of waking up early and being productive whenever there is one, just to calm yourself down and have a good start before heading outside the walls and encountering titans. Being out there could have two outcomes only, the first, you’d come back alive, and the second, you don’t. Every second spent before every venture is special to you, for no one will ever know what could happen next.

An assuring warmth from the rays that slipped through the window pain sent solace through the dubious mind that bothered your entire system. If the sunrise is this beautiful, then should you be looking forward for the day?

“You’re early, (Y/N)!” Moblit greeted, sitting next to you, and Hanji who has a bunch of different food in their hand sat across you. The latter, your best friend and squad leader had notable dark circles under their eyes, accompanied by the messy hair. Staying up late for experiments, again, you thought.

A piece of bread has been shoved in your hand as Sasha, one of your favorite cadets passed by your table and greeted you with a wink, you smiled at her.

“You are, too.” Hanji scoffed at your reply and glared at Moblit.

“He woke me up!”

“Of course, you told me to wake you up!”

“Not this early!”

“It’s your normal wake-up time! You’re just sleep-deprived, squad leader!”

Because of the noisy quarrel in front, you wanted to walk away and just sleep for a little bit more. These two never seem to hear each other even when they are millimeters close, they always shout!

The atmosphere of the mess hall transitioned from light to heavy when the intimidating aura of the elite squad entered the room. Their mere presence is enough to justify the reasons why they belong in the so called Special Operations Squad, and the number of titans they have obliterated is mind-blowing and you can’t help but to wonder, are they really human beings?

A familiar back profile made your heart flutter, his undercut makes you weak, and the way he held the tea cup as if he’s afraid to break it into pieces.

So he’s up early, too.

“Aren’t you going to kiss your lover?” Hanji asked, making you blush furiously. That question was so sudden!

Moblit immediately interfered, “Lovers don’t kiss all the time, Hanji-san!” He said, earning an approval from you.

Little by little, your whole squad appeared and occupied the empty spaces available. Your eyes occasionally dart onto Levi, who’s quietly listening to the conversation of his own squad and speaks every now and then. You wanted to go to him and spend the rest of your morning with him before you set off outside the walls, but you don’t want to interfere with his time for his squad. You are well-aware of your boundaries. How you should keep your feelings out of missions and focus on the objective. You and him had talked about this kind of matter ever since you’ve started dating.

And how you should keep your relationship as lowkey as possible.

Gentle yet meaningful habits pacified the yearning that burned for the both of you, the littlest things that you make, the slightest details that he considers, is what kept you sane. After all, it was you whom he would come home to.

But, you would not deny how much it irks you. . . to see him too close to another woman, yet not being able to do something to ease the slight pang of jealousy and pain.

“You okay?” Nifa asked, noticing the glint of uneasiness in your eyes, but you quickly shook the feelings away.

To make it believable, you forced a smile on your lips and answered your friend, “Of course!”

You hated how his certain squad mate looked at him the way you do, too. You are too aware of the woman’s feelings towards your lover, and you can’t help but to feel upset. How her small actions that meant something else find their way towards Levi, and how he does nothing about it, how he lets it happen, as if he’s giving her a chance.

Trust is one of the core foundations of your relationship, but you weren’t doubting your boyfriend, you are just. . . jealous. The two of you talked about how you should be open and tell each other everything you feel without any kind of hesitation. It was what made you strong as a couple- the thick line of communication never grew weary.

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Preparations weren’t that tedious an hour before the expedition because everything is already put together, thanks to Erwin. Everyone’s already in their uniforms, ODM gears have been checked, so no one is really having a hectic time, or so you thought.

The four corners of Levi’s office sealed every kind of noise from the outside, encaging you both with silence that is sometimes interrupted by the sound of papers shuffling. The captain sat on his chair, facing his desk, while he scanned a pile of paperworks to sign to. Thanks to Erwin.

You sat on the chair in front of his desk, sighing and arranging the scattered papers neatly.

“Levi. . .” You started, trying to gain his attention but to no avail, he did not even raise his head to look at you, but he did acknowledge you.

“Hm?”

Thoughts pervaded your mind, doubts about yourself and the matter that you would bring up to your lover. For once, you became hesitant of the things that you would tell him, but the way your jealousy permeated through the deepest part of your heart offered you no chance to analyze if this was the perfect timing, or not.

“Petra Ral. . .” His eyes focused on you since the mention of his certain squad mate, making you grow slightly more jealous of the girl, “Her actions. . . her actions towards you make me uncomfortable,” You looked at him and tried to read if any kind of emotion slipped through his steel grey eyes, but you found nothing but nonchalance.

“I’m jealous, Levi. I just want to tell you that.” You admitted, looking down and pressing your nails on your fingers. Agitation rushed through every vein of yours, you were nervous and you didn’t know why. Maybe for how her would react or what he would say.

He stopped what he’s doing and sat up straight, staring directly into your anxious eyes, “What do you want me to do?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, tell her to stop? Tell her about us? About me?” You suggested, and your heart almost stopped when you caught the slightest glint of irritation in his eyes.

“I thought we’d keep it low-profile?” He asked, looking at the papers one more time before arranging it neatly and staring at you again, “We talked about this, (Y/N).” His austere voice sent shivers to every part of your body.

“This isn’t about us,” You muttered, looking down and avoiding his cold stares, “It’s about me, my feelings, Levi.”

A scoff flee from his mouth, making you feel like what you just said was so dumb that he could not stand it.

“You’re being unreasonable,” He spat your name like it was poison out of his lips, and you stared at him in shock. For a moment, words would not come out of your mouth. For a moment, you were frozen and you couldn’t believe what you just heard. For a moment, you were hurt.

You bit your lower lip, eyes furrowed as you stared back at him with the same intensity. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were supposed to tell each other things.” Sarcasm coated your voice like sugar on spice.

His fingers flew on his face, massaging his forehead, as if it was too bothersome and stressful to talk with you, “Stop being childish, (Y/N).”

“Then stop being insensitive!” You spat back, raising your voice. Your heart never beat this hard because of a different reason. The way pain and disappointment embraced you right now felt so wrong.

A sigh left his lips, as he pointed towards the door of his office. And you felt yourself drop, never have you ever had an argument so bad that he would resort to kicking you out, or parting ways without talking about it.

“I can’t deal with you right now. . . just leave.”

Tears pooled in your eyes like a puddle being filled by the chilly raindrops of a hail. He made you feel so petty. Your feelings were never invalidated, and you never thought that it would be him to make you feel like this.

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You gripped the end of the reins tightly as you waited for the commander’s signal to advance. Hanji questioned your puffy eyes the moment they saw you earlier, and you lied by saying that you accidentally fell asleep while waiting.

What irked you the most is the noise caused by the Elite squad and how they tease their woman to the captain. You wanted to combust so bad because you had no choice but to endure hearing them. Childish? Fine.

As Erwin shouted, you wasted no time waiting and you immediately followed Moblit, with Nifa behind you and your other squad members at the back. You rode your horse like there was no tomorrow, occasionally being told to slow down to not ruin the formation.

Once the big-ass trees greeted your sight, you shifted to your ODM gear and slaughtered every titan that came across your vision. How you are extremely offensive right now surprised your squad mates, because you were never like this before. It was as if you were angry, and hell you are.

You let your body get taken away by the emotions that overwhelmed your system, that you didn’t notice how far you got and how long you were fighting. But you did not seem to care, you were going to fight until Erwin decides to retreat. The good thing is, you knew how to conserve gas, Levi taught you himself.

Like a thunderbolt, a titan rushed towards you, jumping through the branches of trees, and catching you off guard, making a sharp piece of the wood graze the side of your cheek slightly. You hissed at the sting yet resumed slaying the titan.

Time passed by and you lost count of how many titans you have killed, the second to the last blade in your hand is now starting to get weary, and you badly wanted to kill the one in front of you. You advanced in full speed and positioned your blade in a way that it’d execute the titan in one slash, but an arm stopped you before you could cut.

“Stop it.”

Your body shook, not because you were tired, nor exhaustion is starting to creep up your body. But it was because you heard your lover’s voice. And you did not know why, or for what reason could your body react like this.

“It’s time to head back.” He whispered on your ear. His voice was nothing compared to his cold ones earlier, because this one. . . it’s warmer than the sunset.

You bit your lip, letting your emotions take over you once again and yanking your arm away from him just to get back to the formation all by yourself. Your squad mates nodded at you the moment they recognized your form, and you were greeted by the sight of several bodies of people who suffered the fate of being taken too early.

The entire way back to the walls was coaxed with the heat provided with the orange sunset. Gone was the coldness that bothered everyone in the morning, it was engulfed by the warmth that reminded you of how every expedition ends like. The only warmth that reminded you of losing someone important.

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On an open field is where you sat, where they had experiments with the boy- the titan shifter. Of course, you knew, you were there. In front of you was the sunset that would soon say goodbye and leave its remnants of purple and deep pink. And the scent of your favorite soap sent comfort in knowing that you are already home, freshly showered, with a piece of snack in your hand.

You felt your lover’s presence slowly approaching you, his heat was greater than anything else. But visions of what happened earlier repeated in your mind, causing you to walk away from him, away from the feelings.

“(Y/N).”

One word from him, and you halted. And you hated it.

Not a minute had passed and you found Levi in front of you, his brown jacket now discarded, and what protected him from the cold solstice was a thin long-sleeves that you used to steal from him. His hand caressed the wound on your cheek, lightly letting his fingers kiss the fresh cut, but your eyes continued to avoid his.

Because of the schedule and trainings, you were deprived of the chance to spend time together. And you would not deny that you miss it. How you would sneak into his office late at night and come back to you and your roommates’ room before dawn. How you would steal food from the mess hall and share it with him. Or the late-night walks that you have done with him, pretending that no one would see. And you were sure that someone did.

You were never a secret, but you were extremely private.

“Look at me.” He said, his hands still cupping both of your cheeks. You pouted, not wanting to look at him because you knew how frail you get when it comes to him.

Your eyes met his, and it felt like you haven’t for a while.

“Look at me,” He repeated, and you stare directly into his, letting him read the emotions you have felt earlier. You looked at him as if you were complaining to him about himself and his actions earlier. “I’m sorry.”

Your lips trembled. Cheeks flushed and puffed, lips pouting, while warm tears filled your eyes once again. And Levi kissed your tears away even before they could paint your pretty face.

“Don’t cry,” He whispers, gone was the harsh tone that he used on you earlier, gone was the Levi that made you feel invalidated and puerile, “Fuck! Don’t cry. I’m sorry, baby.”

Sultry kisses on your forehead, and how his voice burned in apologies saved you from the cold breeze that wanted to touch your skin. He held you so close to him that you could feel how fast his heart beats for you, muttering how sorry he is, how he told not just Petra but his whole squad about you, how much of an asshole he was.

“D-don’t do that again. . .” You sobbed, face still buried in the warmth of his chest while your hands gripped his shirt.

“I promise.” He responds immediately, wiping the sadness and pain you have felt for hours and replacing it with the fire that dwells within him; the fire that you both made.

You were beneath the moon, and tonight, it was more beautiful. It was your witness, along with the stars that smoldered like a fiery heat. And within the coolness of  the dusk had you both realized, that the once searing sunset has kissed you both goodbye.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #aot #snk #rulerofstars

[aiekerman]

Medicine - Levi Ackerman

Levi x Reader - fluff

AN: I am not usually a Valentine’s person but here we are. Levi can really get anything out of me. Also, I realise my fic titles seem a little random but I’m titling them after songs that make the vibe in my head - not necessarily based off, just vibes you know. So yeah this is Medicine by The 1975.

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: It’s Valentine’s day and you’re in work at a café all day. But Levi is there to at least provide some eye candy.

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‘He’s so pretty I might pass out,’ Hitch leant over the counter, her chin in her hand as she unabashedly stares across the café at the man sipping at his tea.

His posture is perfect, balancing a book in one hand while his other holds the top of the tea cup delicately to his mouth.  He blends into the café atmosphere like he was there upon its creation. The shop is earth toned, plants hanging all over and soft lighting that cast shadows across his bone structure.

He looked pulled straight out of an indie movie.

The air around him was mysterious yet all consuming, You spent the entire shift stealing glances at him every time he was in. Which was most days. However, Sunday’s took the cake, you assumed he didn’t work on Sundays whatever his job was, as he took the luxury of bringing a book in and spending hours planted at the same table. Working through a multitude of tea as he sat in perfect view to act as eye candy for the baristas for the day.

You steal a last glance at him, while restocking the pastry baskets, internally agreeing with Hitch but turning to her and speaking, ‘Is he worth getting yelled at for not doing anything when a manager sees you?’

Hitch gives her an eye roll before standing up as a customer approaches the counter.

In your own head, you silently think that, yes, he absolutely was worth getting yelled at.

Across the café floor, Levi glances from over the top of his cup when he feels a pair of eyes darting in his direction once again. He took a self indulgent moment to look over you as you gently placed the warm croissants in one of the wicker baskets. From your well-loved sneakers that he presumed to be pair reserved for work, up to your head of hair that bounced and swayed along with your steps.

He was a man who found the joy in life through small moments. His first sip of tea in the morning. Running his hand through his hair once it was freshly washed. Spending his Sunday in the café that was an extra few blocks from his apartment so he could steal glances at the beautiful barista. He could never bring himself to properly talk to you though, that would make it the exact opposite of a small moment.

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You enjoyed Valentine’s day. Your day had started with a card arriving from your parents and your friend back home sending a text message thanking her for flowers that you had booked to be delivered.

When you reached the café for the usual Sunday shift you were met by heart shaped bunting criss-crossing around the whole ceiling.

You settled in behind the counter. It was still early, an orange tint hanging on the edges of the sky. And Sunday mornings were quieter than most, people taking their time to get out of bed. You imagined especially on Valentine’s day, couples would spend the early hours wrapped up in their ‘i love you’s and gift giving. Many opting for breakfast in bed rather than a café trip. You sighed at the dreamy thought.

You were single, and happily so. But you were allowed to indulge in the scenario of a coffee and pancakes being brought to you while you awoke slowly.

Were the pancakes accompanied by steel grey eyes and an undercut from time to time? You could neither confirm nor deny.

Still stuck in your daydreams, you hadn’t noticed that exact pair of grey eyes entering the café and approaching the counter.

He took a moment to look you over while it seemed your head was somewhere else. Your hair sat neater than usual, extra makeup seemed to have been applied; your cheeks more rosy than usual. A pink sweater draped around your figure and Levi swore he could smell the fresh laundry scent wafting from it.

His heart deflated slightly. You probably had a Valentine’s date. He scoffed at himself in his own head. Of course you did, one look at you screamed that you were bound to have people flooding your phone. He chose to ignore any time he noticed a customer flirting with you, but it definitely happened.

You leap when Levi lets off a small cough to catch your attention. Your face immediately blaring with heat as you search for words in your head. You often found herself flustered when it came to serving the stoic faced man.

‘Hi.’

‘Hey’

‘What, uh, what can I get you?’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes. Yes! I’m fine thank you for asking. Ignore my last question by the way I know- uh, I know it’s tea.’

You cut yourself off from rambling. Giving a small nod and beginning to tap on the register screen in front of you, putting through his usual pot of black tea.

You stare at the screen with an unnecessary intensity, trying to focus on the words and wipe the image of Levi delivering your breakfast from her mind. An irrational fear that maybe he was secretly a mind reader brewed in the back of your head. It would explain his constant blank slate of a face, he was constantly processing other’s thoughts.

What was actually running through Levi’s head was how pretty you looked in the glow of the morning sun, your face tinted pink in nervousness.

He only slightly fought off a small smile when you beamed up at him with your sweet voice, ‘I’ll bring it over once it’s ready.’

Levi spent the rest of the morning watching you dart around with drinks and dishes. You did most Sunday mornings solo, smiling at usual customers, rhyming off your catalogue of memorised drinks. Levi felt like a dark cloud hanging over the café, dressed in dark colours in the corner and avoiding conversation. While you were a bright ball of sunshine that seemed to honestly just want to make others smile.

The thought of actually talking to you had his tea cup trembling in his hand.

And so he buried his head deeper into his book, settling for hearing your sweet laugh float around the shop.

You sighed, what was originally a five hour shift extended to ten after Hitch called you begging to cover her half of the day, a last minute Valentine date cropping up or something. And who were you to deny the girl some romance?

Your eyes drifted around the shop, it was now three thirty pm, only an hour and half until it was time to shut. The day had mostly been couples wandering through to pick up a takeaway drink in the midst of a romantic stroll. It was hard to resist a wistful look after them as they huddled together in the February chill.

You shook your head from the thought and continued to restock the muffins, even though it would be unlikely that all would be sold before closing came around.

Standing up your head automatically took a turn in Levi’s direction, this was usually the time he would be due a tea top-up. And on cue he set down his empty cup and glanced up at you.

Two pairs of eyes met and you struggled to fight off the heat rising up your neck under his intense stare. His mouth drops open slightly, barely noticeable from the distance between them.

But you notice, the half inch that his shoulders tense up. The miniscule shake of his book. Your throat is suddenly dry, but manages to croak out, ‘more?’

‘Yes, please,’ the words come almost as a sigh. You hold the electric gaze for another second, before scurrying behind the counter, busying your mind with making up the pot of tea.

You drop it to him wordlessly. Keeping your head down, adrenaline still pumping through you from the previous moment.

The last hour and a half of service passes by easily. You avoid any of your usual indulgent looks at the man in the corner of the café, while you begin closing up.

Levi knows he has to go, he’s closed over his book already, one hand on his jacket that’s been draped over his chair all day.

But he can’t just go. His assumption from the morning has proven wrong - at least so far. You don't seem to have a Valentine’s date. And after your...whatever that was, he’s not about to just leave without so much as a hello.

You stood on the small step ladder, fingers nimbly unpinning the heart shaped decorations when his voice pulled you from your thoughts.

‘Um, thanks for your service today.’ Levi cringes. He swears he sounds like a robot.

‘Oh,’ Kasia stares down at him from atop the ladder, ‘thank you.’

Levi swallows. It’s a start.

‘You don’t usually work this late. On a Sunday.’

‘One of the other girls asked if I could cover her. She got a last minute Valentine date.’

You’ve descended the steps now, standing only a metre away from him. You look him over,

His hands are stuffed deep in his pockets, book tucked tightly under his arm. His usual sleek black hair is slightly messed. You didn’t know but he’d spent the last ten minutes tugging at as he tried to find the right conversation starter.

‘You don’t- uh, you don’t have a date?’

You shake your head softly, a small smile beginning to form across your lips.

‘What about you? Don’t you have a girlfriend you should’ve been with all day?’

‘Do you think if I had a girlfriend I’d be here all day every Sunday?’ He lets out a laugh that could be mistaken for a cough.

‘Oh. I just thought…’

‘Thought what?’

‘I don’t know actually. You’re just, uh…’ you stutter, the phrase you’re just so pretty, balancing on the edge of your tongue. ‘What?’ Levi cringes again, his voice coming out harsher than intended, but he freezes up at the quiet words that escape your mouth.

‘Just really pretty.’

They’re barely a whisper, he thinks he could almost be making it up. His subconscious is dreaming up what he wants to hear. But upon looking up at your face, there’s a fear evident in your eyes. As if the words hadn’t meant to escape.

You next words have more energy behind, ‘I am so sorry. That was so inappropriate.’

‘It’s fine, really. You’re, um, also really pretty.’

You swear if your face could get any hotter it’d melt the chocolate in the cookies. Voice immediately fades away again, ‘thank you.’

‘So is it uhh, just you closing up?’

‘Yeah. Just me.’

‘Do you mind if I wait for you? To walk you home? It’ll be too dark to walk alone by the time you’re finished.’

This time you can’t fight the smile as it consumes your whole face, ‘I’d like that.’

His hand reaches out suddenly and a thumb swipes against your cheek.

His eyes go wide upon realising what he did, ‘you had some chocolate. On your cheek.’

You try to respond. But all you can feel is the tingling left over from his touch. And how you wanna feel it again.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi imagine #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman fic #levi fluff #levi fanfiction #aot x reader #aot imagines #snk x reader #snk imagines

[elleonmybeloved]

Inspired by the beautiful art I saw recently of a kiss-dazed Diluc saying that he supposed you could continue, and from my own Diluc randomly coming home for absolute free on a random pull, I present you:

Kissing Booth!

Diluc x Female Adventurer Reader

Rated T: Lots of kissing in the dark with the big D himself.

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With slow, drawn out movements, you did your best to set up the booth in the square. Around you, the other adventure teams set up normal ones, like cupcakes, charm bracelets, and assortments of artifacts. You cast a wistful gaze at them, wishing your group had also had some artifacts to sell.

In order to make the funding competition more fair and prevent repeats, each group had to draw a concept from a hat and make their booth sell that particular thing. Unfortunately, somebody had the great and hilarious idea to put some joke prompts in there, and your group had the great misfortune to pull the one and only paper marked “kissing booth” from it.

Admittedly, you had been kind of expecting Bennett’s group to draw that one, so the situation completely blindsided you. You weren’t the only girl on your adventure team, but Felicia had a boyfriend, so the burden was left to you.

“Hey, need a hand?” Jack, a fellow adventurer asks, having approached you with a friendly wave. “I noticed you don’t have your booth set up yet and Katheryn says we’re starting in five minutes.” 

“Thanks Jack, but I’m good.” You give him an awkward smile. “Other than the curtain, the box, these chairs…” You sigh. “Aaaand this lipstick, there isn’t really anything else to set up.”

“Oh, okay.” He deflates, probably thinking you are denying him because he doesn’t seem useful.

As much as you’d like to hide behind the thick red velvet of the curtain, your group needs funding, and you’re not about to be the reason nobody can get their blades and armor fixed up at the blacksmith for the next several months.

“I guess, if you don’t mind, you can help me put this on top.” You acquiesce, throwing him a bone. Holding up a sign that says “Kissing Booth: One kiss for 1,000 Mora”, you gesture at the top of the wooden booth, where there’s a couple nails hammered in to hang the sign on.

“Leave it to me!” He says, and takes the sign from your hands to place it, dreadfully, in plain sight, right where it’s supposed to be.

“Thanks.” You say, trying hard to sound genuine lest he misunderstand.

“No problem! See ya, and good luck fundraising!”

He’s off with a whistle, and you wonder if he even read the sign he just hung up for you. Oh well, whatever.

 A few minutes later, the chime of a handheld bell rings through the courtyard, and you hear Katheryn’s voice announcing, “Welcome to the Adventurer’s Guild’s Biannual Fundraising Fair.”

Resigned to your fate, you draw back the velvet curtain and sit in your chair, gripping the tube of red lipstick harder than you would the handle of your sword if you came across an entire nest of giant slimes.

People filter into the square, most making a beeline for the sweets, and several crowding around the artifact booths to get first pickings of the feathers, goblets, and timepieces alike. With no flashy goods at your table, it’s a while before anybody even notices you. When a few people, you are relieved to see them laugh, and say “Look, they made a joke booth this year too, haha!” You let out a nervous laugh and give them a good natured smile.

You notice immediately when your luck runs out, a gaggle of young men and women just out of the cupcake booth heading your way. The exaggerated “No way, seriously?” accompanied by obnoxious giggles from one of the girls lets you know that they aren’t paired off, and the “Well if it isn’t my lucky day” from a lanky guy with a fashionable undercut and a flashy ear piercing tolls the bell of your doom.

“Hi, welcome.” You manage to greet the group with a stiff smile. 

“You’re selling kisses?” One of the guys, a shorter one with black hair asks.

“... Yes.” You reply. “One thousand mora each.”

“Real kisses?” The flashy guy is the one to ask this time, leaning forward with a piercing look. “Like on the lips?”

“Or somewhere else on the face.” You suggest hopefully. “But yes.”

“Well then. Allow me to be your first customer. I’ll start off with three kisses, all on the lips. If you don’t mind.”

You do mind. But what can you do. At least he’s not ugly, but the amused stares of his group at your situation are humiliating, and your cheeks get hot with shame as you stare down at the table and he counts out three thousand mora, placing them on the table in front of you.

Applying a fresh coat of red lipstick buys you only a few seconds, and then he is leaning in expectantly. You close your eyes and resolve to make it as quick as possible.

“Stop!”

The voice is so sharp you startle in your chair as your eyes fly open. Crossing his arms and scowling, Diluc Ragnvindr stalks over and stands between you and flashy guy.

“Huh? Why? What’s the deal, man? I properly paid, count it if you don’t believe me?” Flashy Guy looks confused.

“That’s not the issue, just take your money and go.” Diluc swipes the coins off the counter and insistently presses the fist of them against flashy guy’s chest until the other man bewilderedly accepts it.

“Um, okay. I’m just gonna… go?” He and his group of friends leave, the girls already breaking into gossipy whispers before they’re even out of earshot.

“Uh, hi Diluc. Why’d you do that?”

Diluc turns to face you at your question, an annoyed expression on his face. “You’re really asking me why, Y/n? … Seriously, why would you even go through with such an idea in the first place?”

You frown at the implication in his tone. “I didn’t have a choice. And my group needs the money.”

“You should’ve made them give you a different booth concept.”

“I tried. Groups aren’t allowed to change concepts, since it would be unfair.” You explain with a sigh. As relieved as you are to have gotten out of kissing anyone so far, the weight of the empty mora box you are supposed to fill weighs heavily on the back of your mind. 

“... You just need to sell all your stock, right? How much were you going to sell?”

You look up, and take a moment to think about it. “I guess I was hoping to get away with just fifty. Fifty thousand mora could possibly last us a few months… if we’re lucky and nobody’s sword gets shattered to pieces from a superconduct reaction again.”

“Make it a hundred, and I’ll just pay for it.”

“Huh?” You blink. “Oh, wow, thank you! That’s very generous of you. I wonder how I will explain all this to anybody who asks though…” Unable to help a cringe at the thought of your friends and guild mates teasing you for being the kiss-whore of the town, Diluc takes in your troubled expression with a raised brow.

“That’s none of anyone’s business.”

“Yeah but… if someone does find out you uh, sponsored us a hundred thousand mora, and didn’t even receive anything in return…” You play nervously with your hands, already imagining the protests of unfairness. “...But I guess I’ll just deal with it since the only way I can see managing to avoid that is if I actually give you a hundred kisses, ahaha.”

“...”

Dammit, this is awkward, why did you have to joke like that? Diluc is looking at you with an intense unreadable expression. You can’t help but squirm.

“What?”

“That’s a good solution. Let’s do it.”

“Oh. Really?” You stammer, feeling heat rise to your face. You’ve had a crush on Diluc for the longest time, but never in your wildest dreams would you think he felt the same. “With me? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. But I would appreciate a little privacy. Move over.”

You’re still reeling as he makes his way around and comes in the booth, leaning back instinctively to get out of his way as he reaches over and unbinds the thick velvet curtain, leaving the two of you in the dim red light that barely filters through the fabric.

Diluc pulls the second chair up next to yours, and sits facing you. He takes a pouch out of his pocket and places it on the counter of the booth next to you with a faint clink. You don’t even have to count to know there’s a hundred thousand mora in there, it’s a fat enough pouch.

Taking a deep breath, you begin, uncapping the lipstick to apply a fresh coat.

“Is that part necessary?” Diluc asks.

You falter, lips already cherry red. You don’t know what to say. Does he think it looks bad on you? You can’t help flushing in shame. “Oh, sorry.”

“No- it’s ugh, it’s fine. Continue. Please.” Diluc backtracks, placatively patting the air with his hand.

A long moment of charged tension passes, as you try and fail to work up the nerve to close the distance. His lips look so soft and the way his jaw works as he swallows sends a thrill through you.

“......”

“......”

With a small noise of impatience, Diluc shifts in his seat— and then kisses you, pressing his lips firmly against your own until you relax and melt back into him. He begins to rub his lips back and forth against yours, and strokes the shell of your ear with a gloved hand. The sensation makes you shiver. His breath is loud in your ears.

Heat builds up within you, threatening to burst. Your brain struggles to comprehend- Diluc, whom you’ve loved for the longest time, is kissing you. 

Your breath catches in your throat at a particularly assertive press of his lips, and at the startled sound, Diluc breaks away.

“You okay? Still enjoying this, or…?” He asks, voice a rich murmur for your ears only.

“I’m fine, m-more than fine ahah,” You giggle breathlessly. “But I’m the one who’s supposed to be kissing you.”

“Hurry up then. You were taking too long.”

The implication of his feelings in the way he says it fills you with sudden confidence, and you smile and give him a look before leaning in and pressing a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. It leaves you exhilarated and buzzing, and a squeezing saccharine urge bubbles up within you. Resisting the sudden desire to clench your teeth, you swoop in and attack his face with kisses, pressing your lips into the smooth skin of his cheek several times before moving to the other one. Diluc gives a breathless laugh and you feel like your heart will just burst. The soft, tsck tsck tsck sound of repeated kisses fills your ears. 

After his cheeks have received enough attention, you move down to his jaw, the slight indication of ginger stubble prickling against your lips as you give it a few smooches in adoration before moving to the sensitive skin of his neck. It’s warm and so soft against your lips, you can’t resist going further than you should and opening your lips after kissing to suck on it. The surprised, needy sound Diluc makes sends a distinctive squeeze somewhere lower than your stomach full of butterflies. 

You hesitate, and then do it again. He gives a low grunt this time, and your head spins at how quickly the two of you are losing control. Somehow reminded of all the girls in Mondstadt who swoon over and try to woo Diluc, you place a restraining hand on his shoulder before diving in and sucking hard right below his jaw. 

“Hey-!” Diluc hisses and pushes you off. 

You startle out of your love-addled haze and are squeaking out the beginning of a frantic apology when Diluc roughly grasps both of your thighs and lifts you out of your chair and deposits you onto his lap. 

Thrown off balance, you scramble to steady yourself, squishing your body against his chest and gripping both his shoulders to right yourself. 

“What’s the big idea?” You ask, giving him a look as you recover your composure. “I almost fell!”

“I would’ve caught you. And if you want to kiss me like that, you’re gonna have to fully commit to it.” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow and giving you a cool glance right back. “I’m not going to get a hickey from someone sitting across from me in another chair like some nervous Church of Barbatos deacon in training.”

“Fine, fine, I get it.” You huff. He has a point. “You could be a bit less rough with me, though.”

Diluc blinks and averts his eyes for a moment. “... Right. Sorry, Y/n. Wasn’t intentional.”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes at him, thinking of how he throws his claymore around like a weightless treebranch.

Adjusting once more to get yourself comfortable atop his thighs, you apply another coat of lipstick. Leaning in, you're about to press another adoring kiss to his cheek when he turns his head, catching your lips instead. Your gasp of surprise melts into a whimper as he gets aggressive with it, pushing your mouths hard together with a gloved hand at the base of your head. You can’t escape his onslaught. Kiss after kiss, he doesn’t stop until you are gasping for air and then just dives right back in. Your mind goes blank of all thoughts, puddling into an empty haze.

When you come to your senses… a long time later, your lips are swollen, head dizzy from lack of oxygen, and … — Diluc’s gloves are on the floor, his face blissed out and slack, the sight sending a spear of heat straight through your stomach to your core. You swallow dry, clenching your thighs on either side of his and slide your hand down his stomach, and OHhhhgod abort, somebody is pushing the red curtain aside, flooding the small space with bright light.

“Oh, what the-! What in Barbatos’ name are you two doing in here?” Cyrus asks, rearing back with a shocked expression. “Archons, Y/n, I thought you’d left the booth behind.”

“Master Cyrus?!?” You’re just. Frozen stiff in Diluc’s lap, mortified. But instead of letting you scramble out of his lap, Diluc tightens his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace.

“Despite being given a ridiculous product, Y/n managed to sell all her stock to me. I hope there isn’t a problem with that.”

Cyrus stammers in the face of the thinly veiled accusation, monocle nearly slipping off his face. “Yes well. I’m not in charge of the prompts, miss Katheryn is… ahem, anyways, the fundraising event is over now. We’re taking down the booths and moving them to the Adventure Wagon.”

“Oh, okay.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear, still flustered. “I’ll be right there.”

“You gonna need help taking the booth down and carrying it over, kid?” The blond older man asks, an unsure look on his face as he eyes your companion.

“I’ll take care of it.” Diluc says before you can answer, and you nod belatedly.

“Alright. See ya.”

When Cyrus is gone, the two of you are once again shrouded in red-tinted darkness, but the noisy sounds of people walking and loading things onto the wagon is unmistakable.

“...So, um… anyways…” You begin awkwardly.

“—That wasn’t a hundred.” Diluc cuts you off.

“...Huh?”

“That wasn’t a hundred. So you can deliver the rest of them later this evening. I’ll tell Adelinde to keep an ear out for you, so just knock if the Winery is closed by the time you arrive. I have some work to do with the guild but I should be done with all my most important business by five.”

“Oh. Okay. Sure.” You smile shyly. “Far be it from me to not deliver in a timely manner.”

“That’s my girl.” He says with a wry smile. “Blessedly quick on the uptake.”

“We should take the booth up before Master Cyrus comes back.” You admit reluctantly, climbing off his lap as he releases his grip on you.

“Let me do the heavy lifting.” Diluc insists, and the two of you come out the back and get to work on taking it down.

You try to help carry one of the smaller supports over to the wagon, but Diluc just says “I’m the one with the gloves, so I’m the one handing the wood. You’ll get splinters.” and shoves the Kissing Booth sign into your hands instead.

Diluc is… covered in lipstick kissmarks, and though several of your guild mates see and remark on it, there isn’t a trace of the pink on Diluc’s cheeks that you had seen in the booth as he gives cool responses. Remembering the sight of him, flushed and dazed and panting, has you nearly dropping the stupid sign though, and you hastily distract yourself from the thoughts of his lips that had tasted faintly sweet like grape juice… with the fate of Bennett’s booth. 

You’re not sure what happened, but somehow it got burnt down to a crisp. Vaguely you recall he had drawn candles as a selling prompt. Ah. You can more or less guess what happened. Poor Benny. 

“See you tonight.” You give Diluc a little wave goodbye when you’re finished, and he’s about to leave.

Catching your hand, he gives you a kiss this time, getting the top of your hand smudged with the faint remnants of your lipstick. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m a busy man.”

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