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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Hey! I just saw your Asmo-dirty doctor writing and that was sooo good! Can I request another dirty doc themed one? Actually Asmo is so fitting there, but if you find it boring to do another Mammon would be an interesting choice (lol, Mammon doc) and Satan is so fitting there💖

Hey, I am the one who asked the Mammon/Asmo/Satan dirty doctor stuff. That is my first ask, so sorry, but I left out some info. I hope it's not a problem, sorry for me being a newbie. So I need the reader to be female and the doc stimulate and examine her breast really throghoutly... Maybe even checking that why she cannot reach orgasm and help her with that. I'd appreciate that if you could mention the sensation of latex gloved hands on her most sensitive bodyparts too.

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(No worries anon, specifics do help me, and I appreciate you clarifying what you were looking for. Hope you don't mind that I make the doctor Satan for this one! Also will be tagging as fem!mc for anyone who wants to avoid it!)

TW: Vulgar language, use of latex gloves, overstimulation

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With how long MC has lived in the Devildom, her body has been exposed to a plethora of high leveled sin. The phermones and bodily chemicals that make up her functioning mind have had quite the toll on them at this point, and she needed to have a physical check up, in order to see what could be done to help her further adjust to the state of the under realm.

She gave a deep sigh as she rung the flimsy excuse for a hospital gown in her hands nervously, waiting for the doctor who was to perform the physical on her. Lucifer had assured it would help, that there could be a medication, a potion, or even a spell they could use on her to help normalize how she was feeling.

Anything that triggered a cardinal sin for her would make the urge of it ten fold, especially that of lust and greed. She found herself constantly needing to be touched, an ache in her core that needed to be satiated; though when overcome with said lust, she found herself having trouble bringing herself to full climax. Maybe that was also something she could bring up with this doctor...?

She snapped from her thoughts when the doctor finally entered, only for her to gape slightly when she was greeted by the Avatar of Wrath.

"S-Satan? Wait, you are my doctor...?"

He nodded, speaking matter-of-factly. "As the fellow leaders of the Devildom under Lord Diavolo, we all tend to share responsibility and each take on a position every so often. It turned out to be my time as the doctor of the infermary. I hope that does not bother you."

She flushed slightly as she watched him grab up a pair of latex gloves, pausing before he put them on to hear her reply. She shook her head.

"No, I don't mind! It's rather reassuring to have it be a...doctor that I know and can trust instead of some random demon."

He smiled at her, though something in said smile made her stomach do a backflip.

"I'm glad. Now, lay back so we can begin the examination."

He pulled on his gloves with an audible snap, stepping to the head of the metal framed table where he could place his hands by MC's head. He ran his fingers along her hairline, down each side of her face until they rested behind her ears, touching what she assumed to be her pressure points there. He moved down further, bending over her slightly so that his hands could come to to her chest, pushing down the dress from her shoulders a bit to run his fingers along her clavicles.

"Heightened sensitivity," he mumbled, noticing the goosebumps taking over her flesh as he continued to touch her.

"I suppose the phermone levels in the Devildom really do effect a human far more than demons. Your body seems to instantly react to any little touch I give. Though does it hurt, or feel good, when I touch here?"

He shifted her dress further, exposing her breasts to him. His gloved hands came down to cup her, giving each mound a tight squeeze, her nipples rubbed by the latex. She tried to hold in the small squeal she made, giving him a small nod.

"I-It...It feels good, actually."

"Hmm. Good. Now how about if I do this?"

He pinched each nipple, twisting them a bit before giving them a slight tug and releasing them roughly. He repeated the motion a few more times. When she nodded in agreement once more, he hummed in return, this time not saying a word before leaning over her and taking a harden bud in his mouth.

Her backed arched at the sensation, moving her further up the table and causing her head to lean over the edge and come face to face with the front of his slacks. A prominent bulge greeted her, and she gasped at the sight.

Going off of pure impulse, she reached out to undo the zipper of his slacks, eliciting a deep groan from his mouth around her nipple when she reach into his boxers and pulled out his hardened cock. Before she could get the tip in her mouth as she wished, he pulled away from her, swatting at her hands.

"The examination is for you, not me, my dear," he corrected, moving around the table and out of her reach.

She keened in frustration, though suddenly gasped when he pulled her gown completely off, tearing the flimsy strings that held it together. He pulled her down to the opposite edge of the metal table, spreading her legs open as he looked her over closely.

"Have you been playing with yourself since you arrived here?" he asked bluntly, pulling up his chair to be level with her cunt displayed for him.

The flush that spread through her body gave him his answer, but he still wanted her to vocalize it.

She finally nodded. "Yes, I have."

He pressed a hand to her cunt, thumb and forefinger spreading her labia so he could see her hole, twitching and leaking. He used the fingers of his free hand to tease her entrance, watching it stretch as he pressed a single one in.

The rubbery latex covering his fingers felt so foreign inside her, but the warmth from his skin inside the gloves made it feel delightful. He soon pressed a second finger in with the first, pumping and curving them as he searched for her sweet spot. A thumb came up to work her clit in time with his fingers as well, and he could already feel her body tensing under his ministrations.

"Have you brought yourself to orgasm before? You seem to be stimulated rather quickly from just this little bit I am doing to you."

She swallowed the sudden dryness in her throat, giving another shake of her head. "I-I, um, I haven't been able to make myself, ya know...I'm not sure why though. I get so worked up so easily but I can never reach it..."

"Maybe you need clitoral and vaginal stimulation simultaneously. It works that way for some women. Let me just..."

She gasped loudly, his fingers finally finding their mark.

"There it is," he said almost cheekily. "Now, just relax. I can give you some relief."

His fingertips worked the spot, pressing into it roughly over and over, as his thumb drew right and hard circles around her clit. The rubbery feel of the latex dragging along her internal walls made her moan and keen, bucking her hips in time with his pumping. She could feel that boiling heat in the pit of her belly, a spring winding tighter and tighter until it snapped, and she was sent careening into the hardest orgasm she had ever felt.

Her back arched off the table once more, and she cried out his name as she rode out the waves, until her body began to finally relax. She slumped on the table a panting mess, her limbs still slightly twitching, but gave out a loud gasp when she felt his fingers push back inside of her.

He found the spot once more, rubbing it hard and in fast circles, his thumb back on her clit. She weakly pushed at his arms, trying pull out of his grasp.

"W-Wait...I can't...too much!"

"We need to help elevate your hormone levels now. This is the best way to do so, MC. So let me take care of you like a good doctor would."

She cried out as his fingers continued to work her, the lips of her cunt puffy and red from his roughness. Her clit was swollen and overstimulated, but he continued to work it in circles, watching her face as she hit another high, her voice hoarse from her cries.

He helped her come down from this one slowly, his fingers still pumping in and out of her until he saw her limbs finally relax and go slack. He pulled his hands away from her exhausted frame, and stood to remove and throw away his gloves.

She noticed, though, as he stepped away for that moment, that has cock was still out in the open, now flushed almost purple at the tip, leaking copious amounts of precum. He caught her staring though, and gave her a slight smirk this time, and she could see the 'doctor' mannerisms begin to leave him as well.

He stepped up to the table once more, positioning himself between her legs, his cock nestled between the puffy lips of her cunt. He removed his jacket and tossed it to the side, leaning over MC with a sinful glint in his green eyes.

"One more part of the examination, MC. Do you think you are up for it?"

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Training exercise

Summary: Loki is training you. However, one training session takes another turn. Word count: 2.186 words Warning: Smut with a bit of knife play, teasing, sub Loki & dom Loki A/N: Thanks so much for al the likes and reblogs :)! Really appreciate it. If you have any comments, suggestions or ideas don’t be afraid to contact me. Hope you like this one.

Loki had you in his grip, his knife was against your throat. That was the third time in the last 10 minutes. “You are not paying attention” he sighed. He released you from his grip. You turned around “I’m tired, can’t we continue tomorrow?” you asked him. He just shook his head “It is important to practice every day, I told you this when you asked for my help” I know, I know… you thought a bit irritated. “Again” he said.

You changed your stance, standing in the first position. Loki was waiting for you. He looks hot today you thought. You took a deep breath. Don’t get distracted by him. Loki attacked first, with his left hand up high. You blocked him. With his right hand he moved his practice knife towards your stomach. You took a step back, making him miss. You tried to stab him in his shoulder, but he grabbed your wrist. You tried to punch him with your free hand, but he grabbed that wrist too. He crossed them, making you turn your back to him. He pushed you closer to him “You really are terrible today” he purred. “Whatever, it’s not like this is a real fight. Just a stupid drill exercise” you grumbled. However, I don’t mind you holding me like this.

There was a green glow around his practice knife, it turned into a real knife. “Let’s make it real then, shall we?” he hissed. He pushed you off him. You turned around, he looked angry. “Loki… that’s not… you know I didn’t…” you started to stammer. He suddenly stepped towards you, his knife went to your arm. Just in time you jumped back. “You could have cut me” you shouted at him. “You wanted real” he shouted back to you. He was moving fast, and his attacks were getting harder to dodge. He already had punched you in your stomach, gasping for air he tried to slice your throat. You blocked his knife with your practice knife. The real knife sliced right to yours. “This isn’t fair” you screamed. You were starting to get terrified. “Fights never are” he said irritated “now try to attack me, before you won’t be able to anymore”

You were starting to get angry. You tried to punch his face, but he blocked you. When you tried to kick him in his groin, he grabbed your leg and made you fall down on your back. You didn’t have time to recover, because he was on you a millisecond later. His knife was against your throat once again. “You’re death” he said. You were really angry with him now. “Last time I checked I was still breathing” you said annoyed. “Last time I checked I could cut your throat in a second, you won’t do much breathing after that” he quipped back with a smug face. Gosh, I want to punch him in his smug face and then kiss him you thought. He released the knife from your throat and was getting off of you. Right then you took the upper hand and push him to his back. In the process of doing this you sliced your shoulder against his knife.

He looked shocked at you. You were sitting on top of his hips, hands on his chest. The band of your tank top was cut, exposing one breast a bit more than the other. It was a shallow cut, but there was some blood trickling from it. It stung a bit, and you were breathing heavily. He grabbed your wrist and sat up right to get a better look at the cut. “That was stupid” he mumbled. You gave a tug at your wrist, but he didn’t release you. He held them together with one hand. The other one he used to heal your cut. In one smooth motion it was healed, but he didn’t remove his hand. His hand stroked the healed cut again and went a little lower. “Better?” he asked. When he looked at you, you saw that his pupils were dilated. He was stroking the place of the cut, making it very hard for you to formulate an answer.

You felt yourself starting to blush. You nodded and got off him as quick as you could. You wanted to walk away, but he grabbed your shoulder “Maybe you should lay down? You look a bit flushed” he said. He walked you inside, still having his hand around your shoulder. You noticed he pushed you a bit closer, which you didn’t mind at all. He led you to his chambers. “You sure?” you asked. You had a crush on Loki for years, but it did take a while to form a friendship. He started to train you a few weeks ago, that improved your friendship a lot. But you never had been inside his chambers, he didn’t want people to. “I think I overworked you a bit, so I want to keep an eye on you” he said. When he opened the door for you, he winked at you. That made you blush, and you avoided his gaze.

“Go lay on the bed” he said. His bed was huge. You walked towards it and lay on top of the sheets. Loki was taking off some of his armour, only wearing his pants and a shirt. His abbs are really visible. You went to lay on your side, so you couldn’t look at him anymore. Loki walked towards the other side of the bed and laid next to you. He was looking at you. You looked back at him “What’s wrong?” you asked him. He put a strand of your hair against your ear. You tried not to lean into his touch, but failed. I hope he doesn’t notice. “Are you finally going to tell me why you were so distracted today?” you looked at him in horror. You couldn’t tell him, you shook your head.

“How did you know?” you asked. “I would be a terrible teacher if I didn’t notice it. You hide it well, but not well enough for me. But maybe you wanted me to know subconsciously.” He moved a bit closer to you. His hand was stroking against the place where your cut was. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” You felt yourself move closer too, wanting nothing more than to lay closer to him. “No, thanks for healing me” you said. He moved his hand away, you were a bit disappointed. “You know, I know something that could make it better” he smirked. “What?” you wondered. He put his hand on your hip and moved closer. He closed the distance between you, his lips almost touching yours. You stopped breathing and looked up at him. “May I?” he whispered. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours. He started to kiss you slowly and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Your hand went to his neck, pulling him more down to deepen the kiss. He responded by sliding his hand from your hip to your lower back, pulling you more towards him. He broke this kiss and when his lips left yours you moved with him, not wanting to stop. He chuckled at your action. “Better?” he asked with a playful tone in his voice. You bit your lip. “Yeah, but how long have you known?” you asked him. “I read your thoughts when you seemed distracted, figuring out what was wrong. I don’t mind holding you so close either” he grinned at you “but you really should be able to defend yourself against my attacks by now” he said more serious. “Maybe you should show me a few more moves” you said teasingly. “Happy to oblige, darling”

He kissed you passionately. His hand went to your hair and he tugged at it. When you moaned he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. He was taking his time, exploring every inch of it. He broke the kiss and pushed you down hard on the bed. He was laying on top of you in a second. “You need to learn how to anticipate actions, get control of the situation” he told you. “I know, it’s just, it’s really hard to concentrate when your teacher is that hot” you smirked. He laughed at your comment. He started to kiss your neck, trailing up towards your ear. He sucked at your earlobe, making you moan. “New exercise: you don’t get to come, until you have gained the upper hand” he whispered in your ear. A green shimmer appeared and both of you were completely naked. You gasped, but Loki started to kiss you. Goosebumps were forming on your skin, from the cold, or from Loki’s actions, you did not know or care.

Quickly you discovered that Loki was skilful. Every kiss, every stroke, every squeeze was deliberate and calculated. He had you a panting mess in five minutes and extremely wet in the next five. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t mind, especially since your hands were finally roaming his body. It didn’t take Loki long to get hard from your actions. He placed his body, so you weren’t able to move much. His fingers were stroking your clit, dipping between your folds. He would push two fingers inside you, finding that spot. Stroking you, almost sending you over the edge. But every time he sensed you would come, his would stop. He would kiss you, stroke your breast, pinch your nipples. He repeated that three times and you were almost sobbing. You wanted to come, badly.

You tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. You tried to push him inside you, but he wouldn’t let you. The only thing he let you do was go through his hair, caress is back and stroke his cock. But after stroking his cock for a few minutes he would grab your wrists and put them above your head. “I thought I taught you better than this” he purred. When his hand moved down to your sensitive clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. Not again you thought. You didn’t know what came over you, but you saw a dagger on his nightstand. You grabbed the dagger, locked your legs in his knees and rolled him over. He grunted while you pushed him on his back, straddling his laps, knife against his throat. You locked eyes, both panting heavily.

“Good girl” he grinned. You felt his cock twitch. You noticed something change in his eyes. He likes not being in control. You put more pressure on the knife, he hissed. “Hand under your head” you told him. He narrowed his eyes and for a moment you thought he wouldn’t listen. But he did, he put his hand under his head. You slowly trailed the knife towards his chest, you felt his hips buckle underneath you. You smirked at him “New exercise: you won’t get to come until you back me for it”. His eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but you put the point of the dagger on his chest. Not enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough so he would feel it. He closed his mouth and nodded at you. “Good boy” you purred. You put his cock inside of you. You rode him, alternating your pace from slow, to fast, back to slow. Every time Loki buckled his hips you stopped. Every time his hands moved from under his head you put more pressure on the dagger and told him to lay still.

After a long time, you were still riding him, slowly. Then you heard Loki saying “please”. His voice cracked when he begged you. You decided to comply and rode him faster. “One hand on my clit” you said. Loki immediately obeyed and was stroking your clit, gritting his teeth. You saw he didn’t want to come before you. He was trying hard. The orgasm you had shot through you and you came screaming his name. Loki came right after, pumping in and out of you a few more times. You cleaned yourself and when you came back you saw that Loki was dressed in lounge pants on his bed. He handed you one of his shirts, which was way too big for you. You put it on and laid next to him, head on his chest. He was playing with your hair. “Didn’t take you for a submissive type” you finally said to him. You looked at him and swore you saw him blush for a second. “I’m not, but I don’t know in here… a bit, maybe” he said while motioning at his room. You noticed he didn’t look you in the eyes. “I like it” you said “I am definitely paying more attention next time we train” you smirked. He looked at you, you saw doubt in his eyes, but was replaced with relief. He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled yourself closer to his neck. “Why did you think I wanted to train you in the first place?” he said.

#loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #smut #loki smut #knifeplay #domloki #subloki #loki x reader #loki x you #oneshot #loki oneshot

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lanarist · 3 years

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Hii, I really loved your Plug!Dabi headcanon, I was wondering if you can do a mini fic of him dating the reader or something like that.. if not that’s okay!! Also I love your writing 🥰💕

a/n: Absofuckinglutely I can. This got me so excited. Also thank you for your kind words 🥰 I did not expect my first time publishing my writing to get this much attraction but I’m grateful! I hope this is to your liking 💙

Plug! Dabi head cannon right here

Warnings: drug use, drug dealing, slight violence, guns, lil bit of foreplay, intercourse.

we got a lil bit of everything in here. smut, fluff, and angst.

Also, minors DNI✨

Tags: @bakugosbratx

Sunlight poured in through the blinds of your lover’s room as you began waking up from your slumber. Your eyes were still closed but you could hear the soft ruffling of drawers being shut and jingling of car keys.

“Baby, wake up for a sec,” Dabi cooed while rubbing your bare back, “I gotta go make a sell real quick. I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” You whisper, voice still groggy. You raise yourself on your elbows and squint your eyes. “Can I come with you?”

Dabi sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to tag along with him. He loves having you in the car with him to run errands. But, this deal was sketchy to say the least.

He was going to meet the buyer at some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The dude was was only wanting $20 worth of doja, which was already odd to Dabi because the minimum he’s ever made was an easy $50. Not to mention the dude wasn’t a good person at all. The whole ordeal was just sketchy all around.

“I don’t know about it, doll..” He tells you with a sympathetic smile, “Maybe next time.”

“Please?” You pout and put on the best puppy dog like eyes you could muster. “I just wanna ride with you. We could get food after, my treat.”

Dabi breathes heavily through and out his nose, pinching the bridge with his thumb and pointer finger. How could he say no to you? Especially when you have that irresistible pout on your face?

“Fine, but you already know I’m not letting you pay for me.” He chuckles, “I wanna get this done so just get dressed. You can put on one of my shirts, I’ll be in the car.”

You grin sheepishly as he closes the door behind him and you get up from his bed. You hum lightly to yourself as you go through his shirts in his closet. You grab one of his plain black shirts and throw it over your body, it falling right in the middle of your thighs. Your hand reaches out to the floor and you grabs your shorts before pulling them on. You slip your shoes on while throwing your hair to an acceptable messy bun and walk out of the door.

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“Doll, listen.” His tone undeniably nervous, “I need you to be quiet when he comes to the car. This dude sketches me the fuck out.”

“Okay..” You say, unsure of why he’s so spooked.

Dabi’s car comes to a smooth stop at an old abandoned warehouse. He moves one hand from the wheel and places it on the stick shift to put the car in park.

The sound of a phone ringing filled the car as you scan the area. You felt a small amount of fear forming in your stomach as you gathered that you two are in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Yeah?” Dabi speaks as he holds the phone to his ear and turning his head in every direction, “Yeah I’m here. Where are you?”

“I’m about to pull up on you. Anyone with you?” A rough voice spoke on the other end.

Dabi hums and places his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, “I got my girl with me.”

“Ight, I see your car. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Dabi hangs up the phone with a heavy breath. You place your hand on top of his and caress it with your thumb.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You assure him with a gentle smile. “Just get the money, give him the stuff, then we can leave.”

“Yeah..” He sighs, letting his head fall back onto his headrest. “I just got a bad feeling about this dude, I don’t like him.”

“Then why are you selling to him?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Dabi shrugs his shoulder, “Money.”

The sound of a door being slammed shut made Dabi turn his head in that direction. He removes his hand from your thigh and breathes heavily one more time before rolling his window down.

“What’s up man?” The dude speaks joyfully when he gets to the window.

You don’t dare to look into his direction, but his voice alone made your skin crawl. His tone was full of farce friendliness. In the corner of your eye you could see that Dabi was gripping his steering wheel tightly and his chest was rising up down at a steady pace.

“Sup John.” He greets the man back, “You only wanted a couple grams, right?”

“Yeah man, that’s fine.” John waves his hand sheepishly. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“No problem.” Dabi tells him before turning to you, “Can you get the bag out of the glove box?”

You nod and lean forward to open the glove box. When you open it you see the manual book that comes with every car, a black smith & wesson pistol, and the bag full of doja. You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from gasping, you didn’t know he owned a gun.

Then again, why wouldn’t he? He is a drug dealer after all.

You reach into it, carefully grab the bag full of green nugs and take it out before shutting it. You lean your body back against the seat and hand the bag to Dabi.

When you turn to look in Dabi’s direction you gasp and your stomach drops. Fear consumed your body and you start to shake.

Dabi notices the expression on your face and his eyes go dark. He turns to face John again and was met with a gun pointed in his face.

Dabi chuckles darkly, clicking his teeth and laughs like a villain.

“You’re kidding, right?” Dabi taunts John. “You gonna try to rob me?”

“Cut the tough guy act, asshole.” John hisses as he cocks the pistol and has his finger over the trigger. “Give me your shit and you both can leave. I doubt your girl wants to see your head blown off.”

“Hmm, you know people will come after you, right?”

“Your friends? I’ll take my chances.” John laughs, then motions his gun to Dabi’s hand that held the bag. “Come on, get to it.”

It all happened so fast.

Dabi chuckled darkly one last time before he quickly grabbed the gun from his hand and slammed it against his head. John’s unconscious body fell backwards onto the ground as blood trickled down the side of his face.

Dabi throws the gun out of his window and reaches over you to the glove box. He grabs his gun and slams it shut.

Dabi pushes the clip all the way in with the palm of his hand and cocks his pistol before aiming out of his window. The sound of gun shots infiltrate your ears as you place your hands over them.

After the final shot, Dabi throws his gun into his lap after unloading it and speeds off. His tires squeal as he drifts onto the road.

“Did you.. Did you kill him?” You whisper breathlessly, ears still ringing.

“No.” Dabi assures you, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid your shock filled gaze. His knuckles were turning whiter than his pale skin as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“But he sure as hell ain’t going no where with fucked up tires.”

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Not another word was spoken in the car as he drove you both back to his place, food long forgotten. Now back at his place, you laid on his bed finally calmed down as he sat on the side of his bed with his back facing you.

His white hair was an absolute mess from the many times he’s ran his hands through it with a loud sigh. His elbows rested on his knees while his head rested in his hands.

“Baby..” You cooed, hesitantly reaching a hand out to touch him. “Are you mad at me?”

“What?” He turns to face you, his blue eyes glossy and cheeks red. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I begged to go with you..” You pout, letting your gaze fall down to the comforter on his bed. “You haven’t talked to me either..”

“I could never be mad at you.” He assures you before laying his body down next to yours. He takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m mad at myself. I knew better than to have you there with me. I had a bad feeling even before we left. Yet, I still let you come with me..” He whispers.

You felt your heart clench inside of your chest as he spoke. You have never seen him so shaken up like this. He was never one to show anyone his vulnerable side. The way he always carried himself it was surprising to others that he had emotions at all. It was even more of a shock that he had you. According to Keigo, he never gave anyone a second glance, and he definitely didn’t let people smoke his stash like he does with you.

You were different than the rest in his eyes. No one understood him like you do. No one has ever cared or worried about him. That’s why he couldn’t lose you.

“I don’t know what I would if something had happen to you today..” he whispered again, “I can’t lose you, y/n. I love you too much.”

What did he say?

“Pardon?”

“You heard me.” His blue eyes look into yours, full of love and admiration, “I love you, so fucking much.”

Tear brim your eyes as you take his face in your hands, “I love you too, Touya.”

That was the first time ever since you’ve been together, that either of you spoke those three words.

He lets out a small laugh before pressing his lips onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His hands find purchase on your cheeks as your lips danced against his.

“Can I just say that despite being scared for my life..” You pull away to speak, “Seeing you like that, was hot as fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, moving his hands down to your throat. “Good to know, baby.”

Dabi smashes his lips back on yours and moves his body to hover over yours. Your hands reach down to the hem of his shirt and tug on it. He takes the hint and pulls it off of his body with one arm.

Your hands lay on his biceps as one of his hands traced down your body, starting at your collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, and down to the top of your shorts. His hand pushes pass your shorts and panties, then two of his fingers land on your clit, rubbing soft and smooth circles.

You whimper against his mouth and dig your nails into his arms, causing him to smirk against your lips.

You have one of your hands travel down his body and push it under the band of his boxers. Now it was your turn to smirk as he groaned into your mouth when you took his cock into your hand, pumping gently.

“Fuck doll,” He growled when you let your thumb swipe over his tip, “I need you, right now.”

“You have me.” You purred and bit his lower lip.

Dabi removes his hand from your clit and raises up off of you. As he took the rest of his clothing off, you did the same. Clothes were thrown and long forgotten on the floor of his bedroom.

His body laid back on top of your as he made himself comfortable in between your legs. Soft whimpers emitted from your lips as he started to slide his cock over your wet sex.

You both gasp against each other’s mouths when he slipped all the way into your wet cavern. He could never get over the fact of how he fit into your walls so perfectly. Like it was molded just for him.

His thrusts were much slower than usual. His hands weren’t choking you or pinning your wrist down. He wasn’t attacking your neck or breasts, leaving his mark. No degrading words were being thrown at you.

Instead, he slides his hands into yours and intertwines your fingers as his hips met yours slowly and he breathes heavily into your neck.

He was making love to you.

His name and profanities tumbled out of your lips as he hit that sensitive spot inside of you. You moved your hands out from under his and wrapped them around his neck.

“I love you,” He breathed into your neck before lifting his head to rest his forehead against yours and his hands cup your face. “So, fuckin, much.”

“I love you.” You whimper, placing your lips on his as he continues his slow and smooth thrusts.

You feel yourself clench down on him and your heart rate increases, the coil burning inside your stomach about to break.

“Baby, I’m about to-“

“I know, Doll. Me too.”

Dabi’s pace increases as he takes his final thrusts into you. His lips take yours into a searingly passionate kiss that stole the air right from your lungs.

You both moan one last time before Dabi stills and his hold on your face tightens. Pleasure struck through the both of you as you hit release. His hips move lazily as he fucks you through your orgasm. No high from any drug could compare to the one you reach together in these intimate moments.

One of your hands massage through his hair while the other does the same up and down his back as you both catch your breath. The soft sounds of his breath against your neck making you feel sleepy.

“You wanna go get some food and smoke?” He asks while lifting up to see your adorable fucked out face. That was his favorite part.

“Absolutely.”

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kaistarus · 3 years

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One Bed Mix-Up

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words:2.5K

Summary: Nishinoya insists he’s the world’s greatest traveler, so you decide to visit him during your spring break vacation. But due to his inability to speak foreign languages Nishinoya messes up and gets you both a room with only one bed…

A/N: How could I not find a way to write the fanfic classic with my favorite boi? The fact that even took me this long?? I’m ashamed… Seriously tho I love this fic so much lmao

Masterlist

This could not be real.

You examined the room that had been essentially what Nishinoya explained-on the small side, but an open concept that made it more than comfortable. However, you immediately froze because where you were expecting some sort of living space was instead just one bed shoved against the wall. A detail that had been conveniently left out of his description.

You side-eyed Nishinoya’s amused smile with a glare.

“You did this on purpose,” you accused.

“I swear I didn’t,” he snorted, tossing his bag onto the bed nonchalantly. “Well, it’s possible I accidentally did, but it wasn’t on purpo-”

“What do you mean you ‘accidentally’ did this?”

“I’m not very good at Italian, okay?” Nishinoya threw his hands up. “I called last minute and there were so many words,” he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the bed. “I guess ‘full’ meant bed size and not a room ‘full’ of beds, huh?”

“I feel like numbers would’ve been a better indicator,” you mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“In hindsight, probably, but here we are.” He fell back onto the bed. “I’d go to talk to them, but it’s late and I don’t think I know enough to haggle.”

“This sucks,” you groaned, placing your bag beside him on the bed. He grinned up at you seeming unbothered by your circumstance.

“It could be worse. We could have no room at all,” he shrugged, digging through his own duffel for night supplies. “I did that once in Thailand because I tried to last minute find a place but couldn’t. Now that sucked.”

You raised your eyebrow at how casually he spoke about the situation, and he just ruffled your hair before heading toward the bathroom. Your stare lingered on the bathroom’s door before flickering toward the bed, narrowing your eyes at it and giving it a petty kick. This was a worst case scenario you had never planned for when you agreed to this trip with Nishinoya.

When you casually mentioned you were thinking about taking an actual vacation for your last spring break Nishinoya jumped on it. He eagerly told you how his travel expertise made him the best guide and after several years he could make it the cheapest trip possible. You were a little skeptical at first, but you had saved enough for a round-trip to Italy and he swore he’d pay for the majority of your food when you got there. It was the best deal you’d get.

The only problem was even after over three years of not seeing him your heart still did acrobatics when he wrapped his arms around you at the airport.

You glared at the bed that the universe had planted for your demise and huffed, grabbing Nishinoya’s bag and dropping it on the floor before climbing atop the plush mattress. His words continued to echo throughout the small room as he rambled from the bathroom, but you paid little attention as you dug through your suitcase for your own nighttime supplies.

“Does that sound like a good plan?”

You glanced over and tensed, quickly snapping your eyes back to your suitcase. Nishinoya had poked his head out of the bathroom with his hair now plastered down on his forehead which had always been your kryptonite. You cursed yourself, rubbing a fist over where your heart pounded against ribcage.

It hadn’t even been six hours since he picked you up from the airport and you were already freaking out. How were you supposed to handle the next two weeks?

“Are you even listening?” He pouted, then pointing his toothbrush to his duffel bag. “Why is my stuff on the ground?”

“‘Cause you’re sleeping on the floor.”

He was silent for a half a minute before asking with genuine confusion, “why am I sleeping on the floor?”

“Did you actually think we were sharing the bed?” You looked at his puzzled expression in disbelief. “It’s barely big enough for one of us.”

“I guess… you’re right.” He avoided your eyes and you swore his cheeks tinted pink, but he turned away and threw a thumb inside the bathroom to signal you could get ready. You left him grabbing stuff off the bed and tossing them onto the floor as you walked away with supplies cradled in your arms.

Once finished you stretched your arms high above your head while exiting the bathroom. You cocked your head to the side as you took in Nishinoya lying on the hardwood, one arm tucked under a pillow and a flimsy blanket thrown haphazardly across him as he scrolled through his phone. The sight sent an ounce of guilt coursing through you as you crawled on the bed, wondering why he left the comforter regardless of the already uneven circumstances.

He mumbled goodnight before crawling across the room to flicker off the lights and you shrunk into yourself at the lopsided grin he sent you. As you wiggled under the warmth of the comforter you grimaced at the cold that filled the room outside your cocoon. Was Nishinoya freezing on the floor?

You frowned, turning toward the window that took up a large portion of the wall beside you. The moonlight crept in and illuminated the room in a soft glow that allowed for vision despite the hour. You closed your eyes, listening to Nishinoya’s uneven breathing which informed you that he was far from sleep-not surprising given his uncomfortable position. You groaned internally as butterflies tickled your stomach like you were back in high school.

It wouldn’t be fair to force him to be miserable because you still harbored immature feelings. You slung your arm over your eyes, taking a calming breath before crawling toward the edge of the bed and peeking your eyes at him. His already open amber eyes flickered to meet yours and after several moments of contact a wicked grin spread on his lips.

“You better not move around in your sleep,” you grumbled, shuffling over as far as you could without falling off.

“No promises,” he laughed, pulling the comforter back and wasting no time wiggling underneath. Your cheeks warmed as he adjusted his pillow, shoulder pressing firmly against your back.

He could at least pretend to be uncomfortable with the situation.

Unlike him, it hadn’t taken you long to regret everything. You spent every second he’d been there counting the bricks in front of you hoping that if you bored yourself to sleep you wouldn’t keep having a heart attack everytime Nishinoya adjusted his position.

“Can you stop freaking out?” Nishinoya asked annoyedly, you felt him roll to face your back. “You're making it hard for me to sleep.

“I’m not freaking out,” you scoffed, tightening your grip on the comforter.

“You haven’t relaxed since I got up here.” He poked your side and you jumped obnoxiously, helping prove his point further. You furrowed your brow frustratedly and pulled the comforter higher up your face.

“You’re looking too deep into nothing,” you lied. “I couldn’t care less that you’re here, Noya.”

You realized that came out meaner than you intended as the room filled with silence. You opened your mouth to correct it, but it slammed shut when you felt his forehead rest gently between your shoulder blades.

“Liar,” he said slyly.

You didn’t know how to respond because you were lying, but you didn’t think Nishinoya would ever call you on it. You sighed, glancing over your shoulder before mustering the courage to shuffle around and face his crooked grin.

“You’re making this more difficult than it has to be.” You deadpanned.

“Well, you’re acting like it’s torture.”

You rolled your eyes, but internally you wanted to scream that it practically was torture. He had no clue how long you had liked him and apparently, despite all logic, still did.

Nishinoya poked your fist that laid between you both. “I’m really glad you came,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” you whispered. It was bizarre how much he’d changed, yet felt exactly the same. A little taller, less baby faced, but still the exact same sense of humor and goofy smile-even keeping his signature hairstyle.

You furrowed your brow, staring at the blonde strip of hair that rested on his forehead. You used to think it was dyed until seeing pictures of him post-high school, doubting his upkeep abilities without his sisters’.

Perhaps it was the late hour or the soft smile that rested on his lips, but you were filled with an usual bout of courage as you slowly lifted your hand to run your fingers through the strands laying on his forehead. His eyes widened at the contact, but he did nothing to stop you-even leaning down to give easier reach.

“I missed you,” he confessed under the cover of night and your fingers faltered.

You frowned when you met his eyes filled with sudden adoration. “Is this a scheme, Noya?”

He blinked, taken aback. “A what?”

“Like, invite me to Italy and then uh-oh one bed? How did that happen? Now I’m gonna smooth talk you while we’re in bed. ” You rolled your eyes pulling your hand back.

“I swear I’m not smart enough to come up with all of that.” He said, grabbing your hand and placing it back on his head. “I would never rely on my ability to smooth talk.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I guess that’s true.”

“I’m way better than I was in high school.” He nodded proudly, which honestly wasn’t saying much. “I mean, if we were still in high school I wouldn’t be able to handle being in this room. Especially because I was, like, in love with you.”

Time froze as those words left his mouth. Your mouth hung open as you tried to process them and when he waved his hand in front of your face you sat up, pointing an accusatory finger down at him.

“What the hell do you mean you used to like me?”

“Uh,” he pushed your hand away. “I had a crush on you? It was pretty obvious. Everyone knew about it.”

“I didn’t know about it.” You stared down at your own hands in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He looked up thoughtfully, “well, the last crush I had was in love with my best friend, so I wasn’t on a great streak.”

“That’s a stupid reason,” you frowned, poking his chest angrily. “I’m not Kiyoko. You had no idea what would’ve happened if-”

“Why are you so mad?” He grabbed your hand and held it tightly. “This was like four years ago.”

“Well, it was just… I sort of liked you too so that would’ve-.” You felt your face heat up as Nishinoya’s grip on your hand tightened and he shot up, as well.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wha-you liked Kiyoko,” you poked his forehead with your freehand and he clasped that one as well. “After she started dating Tanaka you were all ‘I’m gonna travel the world’. The timing never felt right.”

“That’s stupid!”

“It makes more sense than, ‘I was on a losing streak’.”

“No, because I just figured there was no point in trying!”

“Well, I assumed you were leaving forever and didn’t want to be dead weight that-”

You were cut off by Nishinoya pulling you down to press your lips together. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, staring at his squeezed shut eyes as you stiffly wondered what you were supposed to do. Definitely not having your eyes open like a creep, and kissing back would be a good idea too.

Just as you started getting yourself together Nishinoya pulled back with a concerned crease to his brow.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just… Was that okay?” He tilted his head, loosening his hold on your hands. You were too flustered to form a proper sentence and he took your silence as a bad sign. Panicked and without a plan you pulled your hands from his grasp to cradle his cheeks.

His eyes flickered down your lips and he leaned close; eyes drifting closed while he rubbed his nose lazily against your own, waiting for you to close the gap. The room’s silence felt deafening as you leaned the few inches forward to press your lips gently against Nishinoya’s. You felt the corners of his lips quirk upwards briefly before he wrapped his arms around your midsection to pull you closer against his chest.

Your heart reacted faster than the rest of you, leaping around your chest uncontrollably as you tried to focus on everything else: tangling your hands in his hair, matching the oddly skilled pace he managed to set, and remaining calm when he pulled you both back onto the bed. As the kiss’ languid pace grew in intensity you pulled back, catching your breath and he watched you lovingly, pressing his forehead against yours and rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

“You should visit more often,” he said with a dopey smile.

“Yeah, with all that money I have,” you deadpanned.

He pouted, wrapping his arms around your midsection to hold you impossibly closer while nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, “well, I should visit you more.”

“With all the money you have?” You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. He groaned against your neck, sending a vibration down your spine. Then he pulled back, his face lit up with some revelation as he smashed your cheeks together.

“You can just travel with me after you graduate,” he laughed elatedly.

You blinked once. Twice. “That’s a pretty bold suggestion.”

“You didn’t say no.”

Your cheeks warmed and a dopey smile forced its way onto your lips, “I didn’t say no…”

Another breathtaking smile covered his face and he pulled you back to his chest,nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. “I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes, but revelled in the warmth that filled your chest as you gripped the fabric of his t-shirt. You couldn’t believe it took all these years to work through your feelings, simultaneously with someone like Nishinoya this was probably the only way it would happen. And even if nothing came of this in the end you were more than satisfied to have these next few weeks with him.

You snuggled against him, closing your eyes with a content smile resting on your lips. Just lying with him like this? It would be more than enough.

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mysmemissme · 3 years

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Up the Rabbit Hole

Summary: You have a problem- you can't stop thinking about how good Barbatos looked in that bunny costume. It's interfering with your studies, duties, and even your friendship with him. With no clue what to do, you begin to avoid him.

Barbatos, however, is not fond of this fix, and when his patience runs thin, he offers you a more unorthodox solution.

Pairing: Barbatos/ Reader

Rating: Explicit

CW: Prostate massage, anal fingering, collars, slight master/pet

Read below the cut or on AO3

A gift for my friend for Barbatos’ birthday! Enjoy!

It was all that bunny suit’s fault.

Ever since everyone was forced to don those dumb bunny costumes, you had been an utter wreck. You couldn’t focus on your studies, earning you an earful from Lucifer. You couldn’t focus when you were cooking, earning complaints about the pitiful state of dinner from everyone but Lucifer. You couldn’t focus on Mammon’s schemes, or Levi’s games, or Satan’s recommended books, or Asmo’s fashion advice, or Lucifer’s lectures, or Beel’s workouts, or even something as simple as napping with Belphie. You couldn’t focus on anything.

Except for the mental image of Barbatos in that bunny outfit.

Why it had enchanted you so much was a mystery. Maybe it was the change in wardrobe; the way the vest highlighted his slender waist and broad shoulders, the lime green tie bringing out the same shade in his eyes. Maybe it was the ears themselves and the charming tail that accompanied them; the ears revealing a cutesier side to the ever-serious butler, and the fluffy tail drawing attention to his rounded behind. Maybe it was watching him work in the suit, catering to guests as serious, as dedicated, as always, despite the circumstances. Maybe it was the way he wore it all with no shame, not embarrassed in the slightest at the large ears, rounded tail, and odd situation, retaining his confidence through it all…

Maybe it wasn’t a mystery why you liked it so much after all.

Either way, your thoughts and preoccupation with the memories of Bunny Barbatos were providing you with issues- the biggest of which being that you couldn’t even talk with Barbatos anymore. You couldn’t make eye contact with him without thinking about floppy ears and a firm build. You couldn’t listen to him speak without the deep timbre of his voice igniting fantasies mid-conversation that left you a stuttering mess. Even simply being near him caused your brain to derail, hands to sweat, and heart to pound.

In one moment of weakness, you bought a dark green collar you saw while browsing the web, one you knew would look amazing on Barbatos, especially paired with the cursed ears and tail. You hid it in your bedside table, refusing to acknowledge just how far gone you were, refusing to acknowledge the new images, fantasies, and dreams it sparked.

You, in embarrassment and for your sanity, started to avoid him.

You weren’t dumb enough to think this would solve the problem, especially with how sharp Barbatos was. What you had hoped was that Barbatos would tolerate your finicky behavior without prying just long enough for you to get this problem under wraps.

For a while, it worked- Barbatos allowed you to make your escape, sending any messages he needed to tell you through the brothers. He left sweets wrapped with notes attached on them for you to enjoy on your bed. If you ended up in the same hallway, he kindly ducked into a nearby corridor in order for you to pass unhindered.

This game continued for two weeks- you avoiding him, and Barbatos letting you. His patience was commendable, and it was just another thing you admired about him. He let you go, again and again, in an unusual game of cat and mouse.

But everyone’s patience runs out eventually.

It was on the fifteenth day of this arrangement that Lucifer handed you a note. It read:

Dear,

Meet me in your bedroom tonight at eight ‘o’clock sharp. There is something we must discuss. No more running from me.

Sincerely,

Your faithful servant, Barbatos

You read over the note again with trepidation and glanced at the time on your D.D.D.- 4:01. You had four hours to prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation you knew was to come. Four hours to get yourself under control. Your stomach tied itself in knots.

Stupid bunny outfit.

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Time flew, and before you knew it, eight was upon you.

You paced outside your door, fidgeting with your hands and hair. Your nerves were getting the best of you. What if he rejected you? What if he no longer even wanted to be friends with you? What if he called you a kinky freak and exposed you? What if he convinced Diavolo to send you back to the human world?

‘What if’ upon ‘what if’ piled up in your mind, each one more ridiculous and implausible than the last. It was agonizing, not knowing what was going to happen when you stepped through the door and faced Barbatos. You felt the seconds tick away, each pressing down on you more and more.

Finally, you couldn’t stand the pressure and anxiety anymore. You flung the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room. There, on your bed he sat with-

With bunny ears on and the suit to match. Suddenly, you felt like passing out.

When he saw you enter, he moved to stand, and a flash of light from his neck caught your eye. The bunny ears had distracted you from the rich, dark green velvet adorning his slender neck, the gold chain attached matching the golden detailing and swirls on the green.

It was the collar you had bought. He was wearing the collar you had bought and hid.

“That- that’s the- But I- How’d you- Why’re you-,” you stuttered. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, and they all came rushing out in an incomprehensible mess you continued to stumble through, even as Barbatos glided towards you. He raised a gloved hand and caressed your face when he was near enough to. He shushed you.

“A few days ago, I came in here to drop off a slice of Devil food cake, and I intended to leave a note. However, I seemed to have forgotten a pen. I didn’t mean to pry, but I figured that one such as yourself would keep a pen near your bed, so I looked in your bedside table. While I certainly did find a pen to write with, I also found this charming collar hidden away. It seemed to match perfectly with a certain outfit I wore not too long ago. Care to explain?”

His facial expression never changed, but his eyes shown with a mischievous sheen, his voice filled with amusement, and there was a slight self-satisfied quirk to his smile. You could try and lie your way out of this one, but it was clear he had figured you out long ago. You sighed.

“I think you already know everything, jerk,” you grumbled, before continuing louder. “Fine. You were really hot in that bunny outfit, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I bought that collar because I thought it would look good on you, and I was right. I’ve been having inappropriate fantasies about you, which is why I’ve been avoiding you. There, happy?”

He chuckled. “Quite. Hearing such flattering words come from you is always welcomed. Since you were so honest with me, I believe you deserve a special treat.”

“What do you mean by ‘special treat?’ Like dessert?” He hummed, obviously amused.

“No, I believe something else is in order. You mentioned certain… fantasies pertaining to me, did you not?” You nodded dumbly. His lips twitched, and he reached for his tie, slowly loosening it. “Well then, since you were honest about having them, as a reward I’ll allow you to fulfill them.”

Your brain was running a mile a minute but still couldn’t seem to catch up. “Fulfill my fantasies?” you questioned.

He fully removed his tie, moving to lay it on the bed. He then began to undo the buttons on his vest and shirt, revealing inch-by-inch more of his pale skin. “Yes, fulfill your wishes. Touch me as you wish, direct me as you want. Command me, your humble servant.”

It was like his words had cast a spell on you, because suddenly all the desire and lust you had been repressing for the past weeks welled to the surface. Your hands itched to touch, your tongue to taste, and your eyes to look upon him below you.

“Lay down on the bed.”

He did as told, and you closed the distance in a second, straddling his body. His dark hair fanned out against the pillows, bunny ears tapping the headboard. His eyes practically glowed with a mix of satisfaction and interest. His shirt and vest were completely undone, hanging open. You swallowed.

You pushed the shirt and vest down his arms, and with his help, you removed them completely. Now that his upper body was completely visible, you couldn’t stop your hands from dancing along his shoulders, collarbones, and chest with frantic energy.

“You know,” you started, voice thick, “In my fantasies, I like to spoil the always-composed butler with attention and pleasure till he so overwhelmed that his mask breaks, and I get to see him beg. Spoiling someone who always works so hard, like they are my pet who did a good job, and this is their reward.”

“Then by all means, Master, reward me, your humble bunny.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You leaned down, pressing kisses along his flawless skin from his partially exposed neck, to his collarbones, to his nipples. Your lips latched onto one, sucking and tugging lightly with your teeth, while the other one was pinched with your eager hand. You heard him sigh, but that wasn’t enough- you wanted to hear him lose his composure completely.

You move to the other nipple, laving it with attention as well, till both nipples were hard and perky. Once you were satisfied with that, you continued your path downwards. You alternated dotting his skin with kisses and light nips, stopping to suck here and there. When you passed his belly button, getting ever so close to the waistband of his pants, you felt his stomach tighten in anticipation.

You reached for the button on his pants, undoing it and shoving them down to his ankles, stopping to admire the bulge in his boxer briefs before shoving those down, too. His cock now free and hard, it stood proudly towards his stomach, leaking precum.

You wrapped your hands around it, looking up at Barbatos’ face for any sign of change, but his expression was as placid as always. Using the precum dripping from the tip, you wet your hands, before setting a steady pace of jerking him off, slowing at the tip to rub your thumb against it.

You looked up at his face, yet his expression had not changed despite the pleasure.

You were going to have to up your game if you wanted him to melt beneath you.

You stopped your ministrations, leaning over Barbatos to reach into your beside table. You pulled out the lube you had stashed there, closing the drawer, and moving back down Barbatos’ body. You spread his legs and settled between them, popping the lube open. You poured a sizable amount onto your palm, then began rubbing your hands together to warm the liquid.

“This okay?” you asked, circling your middle finger around his tight hole, but not entering.

“Touch me as much as you want, wherever you want,” he said, voice husky. You rolled your eyes.

“Is that a yes? I need a clear one.”

“Then, yes.” He spread his legs even wider, giving you ample access.

Now that that was out of the way, you tentatively pushed your finger into his tight hole. With your free hand, you grabbed his cock once more, stroking it to make sure he felt good even while you stretched him.

You began to thrust your finger in and out, letting Barbatos adjust to the sensation. When you felt him relax and loosen slightly around you, you added a second finger. He hissed at the additional digit, and when you checked to make sure he was okay, his eyes were closed, eyebrows raised and furrowed.

You stopped moving. “Is this-,”

“Yes, it’s okay. Keep going,” he grunted out, wiggling his hips. You started thrusting your fingers again, and he sighed.

Oh, okay.

So, he was feeling it, but you still wanted more.

You replaced your random thrusting with rubbing against his inner walls, searching for what you knew would cause him to crumble. It took a few moments, but you knew the second you felt the bump that that was what you had been looking for.

You began to circle the small bump, applying steady pressure, causing Barbatos to arch off the bed. Proud that you had gotten such an obvious reaction out of him, you doubled down, circling faster and tightening your grip on his cock as you continued to jerk him off.

You then alternated between circling, tapping the bump, and rubbing it in a ‘come hither’ motion. Barbatos’ legs began to quiver, and when you glanced up, you saw he had become a mess- panting with his mouth open, sweat beading on his brow, and cheeks flushed pink. You stared in wonder, adoring his reactions.

And yet, it still wasn’t enough- he still hadn’t made any noise.

Desperate for him to moan or gasp or anything, you replaced your hand on his leaking cock with your lips, circling the tip with your tongue and licking the underside, before taking him in your mouth.

“Ah!” he gasped, bucking his hips, pushing his cock further into your mouth, the taste of his salty precum and his smell overwhelming your senses. As you took him deeper, you applied more pressure on his prostate, all while keeping your motions random.

It was then that Barbatos’ poise began to collapse completely. He started wiggling his hips, thrusting forward and backward like he was chasing both the warm heat of your mouth and the shocks of pleasure your hand was providing with his prostate. One of his gloved hands came down to rest on the back of your head, fingers wrapping your hair and holding you in place as he used your mouth. He moaned as he fucked your mouth roughly, cock touching the back of your throat.

Then, a loud moan he released caused you to look up once more, only to meet his hazy gaze as he stared down on you pleasuring him. Your eye contact seemed to add fuel to the fire as the grip on your hair tightened, and his thrusts became faster. From how he was biting his lips and arching his back, you could tell he was close, so you ground your fingers against his prostate, harder than before, right as his cock was fully sheathed in your mouth.

With the simultaneous overpowering sensations, he came, sighing long and low as he filled your throat with his cum. You managed to swallow most of it, though some slid down your chin. After a few seconds, when he was done basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, he pulled his softening cock from your mouth, and you moved back from between his legs so he could pull his pants up.

Once he was tucked back in and pants buttoned, you figured you were done and went to stand, only to end up flat on your back on the bed, Barbatos straddling you in a surprising role reversal of earlier. You gaped up at him. His face was already back to normalcy, but his lips were shiny with spit and his hair tousled.

He reached up, taking off his bunny ears and putting them on you. He leaned down, licking the cum off your chin before whispering against your ear.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

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b0ba-chan · 4 years

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hq x hozier

summary: hq boys as hozier lyrics

pairings: atsumu x reader, semi x reader, ushijima x reader, matsukawa x reader, suna x reader

word count: 1503

warning: choking, overstim, drugs

author’s notes: i love hozier hehe

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𝔪. 𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲

imagine being loved by me!

i won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things that we'd do

so I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

- talk

atsumu walked up to you, holding two glasses of water so you can hydrate yourself over a crying session. your boyfriend had cheated on you yet again and the only person who would comfort you rather than scold you would be atsumu. he didn’t seem like the person, but he was great at comfort, telling you what you need to hear in the gentlest ways possible. his shoulder was still soaked from your tears. the blond sits next to you, watching you stare off with puffy eyes.

“come ‘ere, lets watch a movie.” he sighs and opens his arm, heart hurting to see you in such pain. he starts howl’s moving castle, holding you as you immerse yourself in the colorful movie. fingers were treading through your hair as you two watch and your giggle slightly shocks atsumu.

“if you would grow out your hair, you’d look like howl.” you hum and look up at him, eyes still red but cleared from tears. the man smiles a bit and mindlessly cuffs your cheek with his free hand. shock runs through you as he leans in, but not moving away from him at all. “you know he doesn’t deserve you.”

your breath hitches as his thumb caresses your cheek bone, feeling tears trickle from your eyes. “i’m sorry.” he mumbles. “i can’t hold back anymore. been waiting too long.” atsumu leans in and pulls you into a deep kiss. without hesitation, you kiss back, feeling like this is all atsumu has to do to get rid of your problems. the lip lock got intense as it continue on, neither one of you wanting to end it yet. he was on top of you, crotch pressed against yours as his hands start to wander under your shirt, feeling up your skin. he pulls back a bit, a trail of spit connecting your mouths. “can we continue? been waiting for this for too long.”

𝔰. 𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔞

ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?

ain't you my baby? ain't you my baby?

nothing fucks with my baby

nothing can get a look in on my baby

- NFWMB

you grip the sheets tight, squealing into the sheeks and eita smacks your ass. tears soak the pillow as you tremble under your boyfriend, begging him that it’s too much for you to handle. after going to one of his gigs, he couldn’t help to get jealous when he sees you get sweet talked by his bandmates. it took him all his power to hold back his jealousy until you two got back to the apartment. it was in a blink of an eye when he got you into bed, not holding back on his thrusts no matter how many times you came.

“e-eita! oh god!” you gasp as he lifts your hips higher as he digs deeper into your cunt. his cock kept brushing up against your cervix over and over again, leaving you a drooling mess.

“cmon, who do you belong to? let everyone know, baby.” he grunts, licking his lips as sweat drips down his face. you sob and mewl, not being able to say anything as your mind jumbles every word you can think of. eita’s hand grips your hair and tugs you off the pillow, rolling his eyes as you babble and mewl. “i asked you a question, you have to answer me.”

“you! eita!” you garble out as he continues to keep a firm grip on your hair, shivering as his teeth brush your shoulder. he sucks a dark hickey and biting, making sure to make an indent into your skin. “that’s right. only mine, baby.”

𝔲. 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔦

'cause my baby's sweet as can be

she give me toothaches just from kissin' me

no grave can hold my body down

i'll crawl home to her

- work song

you slept soundly as the morning light poured from the half opened blinds. ushijima had an uncharacteristically small smile painted on his face as his hand lightly traces the dark hickies on your back. he had just come back home from a long term poland trip to play for their team and facetime calls weren’t the same especially with time differences. he didn’t want to say it outloud but he was scared this trip would’ve deter you from him. but alas you were still in bed when he came home.

as you shift awake, his smile falls but continues to race the hickies the decorated your skin like the constellations in the sky. you hum and smile up at him, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. “good morning, toshi.”

your hand reaches out to cuff his cheek, giving him a short yet soft kiss. he flash of disappointment shoots in his eyes and you laugh at the bigger man. “let me brush my teeth first, you big baby.” you laugh and try to sit up, but he pulls you back onto his chest. you let out a small huff and feel his lips back on yours.

you didn’t fight back, letting him indulge in your lips. your hands massage the back of his head as his grip on your waist get tighter. as you pull away again, he chases after you lips to pepper them with kisses. your laugh echoes the quiet room, trying to shove him away. “let me go!” he shakes his head and snuggles into your neck.

it was quiet as you sat on his lap, petting his hair until he broke the silence. “i missed you.” toshi mumbles into your neck, ignore your laughing and teasing.

“i missed you, too, toshi. i’m glad you’re back.”

“i’ll always come back for you.”

𝔪. 𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔦

she tells me “worship in the bedroom”

the only heaven I’ll be sent to

is when I’m alone with you

- take me to church

“issei, so good.” you sigh softly, biting your lip as his hips rolled slowly up into you. his mouth never left your throat, placing soft kisses on the bare skin. you bounced on his cock, moaning as you throw your head back when he hit your cervix. “gorgeous, c’mon keep going.”

you nod weakly and keep bouncing, thighs shaking from exhaustion. but you trek on anyways, bouncing to please your boyfriend since that’s the least you can do when he has made you cum multiple times already. his hand trails up your stomach as you bounced, other hand holding your hip to help you bounce. issei thumbs at your perky nipples, smirking against your neck as you whine loud and grind down harder on his dick.

“perfect, little girl, my angel.” issei pulls away to watch you work yourself on his cock. his finger continues to tease your nipples, pinching and squeezing. you start to drool as he showers you in praise, mind going mushy when no words can leave your mouth. his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. you let out a tiny gasp, rutting down hard. “go on and cum angel. you look so good getting ruined by my cock.”

𝔰. 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲

i will not ask you where you came from

i will not ask you, neither should you

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

we should just kiss like real people do

- like real people do

the heavy smoke looms through the air, your legs thrown over rintarou’s lap as you felt his hands wander over your thighs. you took another drag, smiling lazily at each other as he kisses your forehead. it had been a long week for the both of you two, and being very close roommates, a smoke session felt like the best thing to do in the moment. neither of you talked about what happened, only basking in each other’s touch, trying to convince each other it was simply platonic.

all the kisses that avoided the lips and the hugs shared when either of you were having a bad day were nothing more than just friends being friends. the most mouth contact was shotgunning, but the both of you brush it off as a more efficient and fun way to smoke. but it hurt to know that one another could have anyone but each other, assuming that the other does not feel the same. patterned were being traced on your skin as you passed the blunt on to him.

he glances down at you and cuffs your cheek. without thinking, you leaned in to kiss him and not minding the long drawl of the kiss. he nibbles your bottom lip as you giggle pulling away to exhale the smoke. you looked confused as nothing comes out of your mouth.

“you forgot to smoke, dumbdumb.”

he rolls your eyes and puts the blunt out, cuffing your cheeks to pull your face close to his. “i forgot nothing.”

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fluids.

fluids. || Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei

A/N: Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about that one, apart from that I am deeply sorry and will see you all in hell.

Genre: smut (pure filth)

Summary: Y/N wants to try something and being the perfect and willing friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki help her with her problem.

Warnings: where do I even begin cursing, cum eating, threesome, butt stuff (lots of butt stuff), a lot of toys, double penetration, spitting, slight humiliation, slight slut shaming, spanking, oral giving and receiving, dom!Matsukawa, dom!Hanamaki, sub!Reader, mentions of MxM, lots of fingering, have I mentioned toys?

Word count: 7.406

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were your best friends for years. You trusted them with your life. So why were you so nervous just at the thought of asking them that dreaded question.

You were currently in their shared apartment, a place you visited quite regularly due to your horrible roommate in your college dorm. You were all spread over their three-seater couch, a generous donation of Mattsun’s aunt after all cheaper couches were way too small for the former volleyball players who by now were pretty close to the 190 cm mark.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

You flinched a bit, and it would have been unnoticeable, if you weren’t laying across their laps, with your head on Makki’s thigh and your thighs over Mattsun’s. The former only raised his eyebrows at your reaction at his question and Mattsun soon joined him in his questioning glare. Suddenly feeling cornered you shrunk a bit under their gaze, clearing your throat quietly.

“It’s nothing.”

Makki’s eyebrows rose even higher and you desperately tried avoiding his eyes, finally sitting up, successfully eliminating your physical contact with them.

“Yah, what’s up with you?” Mattsun looked legitimately concerned, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle.

“You shouldn’t make a face like that or it’ll stay.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing, while you mustered a grin, standing upright after. “I just need to take a piss, no need to worry!” With that you sauntered off to the bathroom, hoping that they would’ve forgotten that awkward conversation when you got back.

You didn’t need to pee at all. You just stood there in front of the mirror, not believing your own stupidity. How could you even think about asking that question? How could you even think about them in that context? An exasperated sigh left your lips. Hopefully, they wouldn’t press on the matter further.

For good measure, you pressed on the flush and washed your hands, so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

“When you’re already standing you can bring me another beer!” Hanamaki waved his empty bottle in your direction with a grin and you felt relief washing over you. They decided to drop it, thank god. “Wait, wait!” Mattsun reached for his bottle on the table, finishing the remains in three large gulps before extending the bottle your way, too. “Just be thankful I feel guilty for crashing here so often!” You rolled your eyes with a grin but reached for their bottles anyways. On your way to the kitchen, you heard Mattsun’s loud burp behind you, commented with a deep laugh that could only belong to your light-haired friend. “Gross!” You commented while taking new cool bears out of the fridge, putting new ones in from the stack of beer crates, conveniently located right next to it.

It wasn’t really that much of a deal though, was it? You were back in your previous position and again the thoughts invaded your mind. They were your best friends. And they were on their third beer over the course of like two hours, so they had a bit of alcohol in their blood but weren’t drunk. You always felt comfortable around them. And even if you didn’t, they made sure you were loosening up soon enough.

The episode of the sports anime you originally convinced them to watch was forgotten, you just had to watch it at home to be up to date again. Should you just ask them? Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped after your second beer. Maybe you would have more courage then.

“You guys are bi, right?” Both heads turned to you in an instant. “That’s what you were so worked up over?” Makki sounded downright appalled, expecting something much bigger than that. “I thought you knew that?” Mattsun sounded as unbelieving as his friend, both paying no mind to the show anymore, just watching you squirm again.

It was uncomfortable under their stares, but at the same time, touching both of them made you feel a bit more confident.

“No, I mean, I knew that but… that means you both have experience with guys, right?” Your eyes were focused on your hands on your stomach fidgeting away. “Yes, we fucked a couple of times if that’s what you’re asking.” Mattsun’s dry answer made you shoot up in shock, nearly hitting Makki in the chin on the way. “What? No, that was NOT what I was asking! You did what? When?” That was an outcome you really didn’t anticipate. Makki laughed behind you, apparently finding your reaction incredibly amusing.

“Why are you asking, princess, wanna join in?”

That was not what you had planned at all. You felt your face heating up, eyes fixated on the old hardwood floor. “Fuck, you do?” You don’t think you have ever seen Mattsun’s eyes as wide as they are now.

“NO. I mean kind of. I mean not really. I didn’t even know you two fucked!” You were waving your hands around nervously, still avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, okay. Let’s calm down for a second. Take a sip and then tell us what you’ve been thinking about.” Makki seemed equally as surprised as Mattsun (and as you, tbh), but still tried to take control over the situation, handing you his beer bottle.

“It’s just… with you being bi and having experience with guys… you have tried anal, right?” Your face was burning with embarrassment at this point. You were nervously clutching the bottle, rolling it around in your hands, completely missing the look the other two shared.

“Yeah, what about it?” Mattsun scooted a bit closer, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, to not stir your nervousness even more.

“I have never really tried it. I mean I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in the last years, you know that but I’m really curious and I kind of tried it, but I didn’t really work, and I kind of want advice.” Your voice kept going quieter in the end and you still couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head.

Makki cleared his throat. “Verbal or physical advice?” You bit your lip. Now or never. “I don’t know.” You were a wimp. “Look at us, princess.”

Both of them had serious expressions on their face when you finally met their eyes, but they were in no way angry or disgusted. Thank god.

“I mean, I totally get why you’re curious, but if you tried it and it didn’t really work, maybe you don’t like it?” Mattsun offered you a small smile, but you just shook your head wildly. “All my friends say it’s great. And I don’t even know if I tried it correctly. I didn’t do any research or something like that. That’s why I want advice!” You began talking faster again, flaying your hands wildly in the air and nearly making a mess, if Makki hadn’t taken the bottle out of your grasp right before. His fingers remained around your wrist, slowly taking your hand in his. “Stay calm, princess, we’re not judging you. What did you try exactly?” You could see the slight blush on his cheeks when he asked that question and seeing him a bit nervous made you feel a bit better.

“Just a bit fingering. I mean I tried, but it didn’t even go in.” Makki smiled a bit at the way you whined, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Did you use enough lube?” You turned to him with wide eyes. “I didn’t use any.” Mattsun let out a scandalous gasp. “Oh god, princess, of course, it didn’t really work. Lube is like the most important part of anal play!”

A blush adorned your cheeks once again. “I don’t have any at home, I usually don’t need it.” Both their eyebrows rose high at your statement and you buried your face in your hands.

“Okay. If I understand that correctly, you want us to try anal with you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but you nodded, face still immerged in your hands.

“Okay. Okay.” Mattsun sounded a bit overwhelmed with the situation. “We can’t really do anything today. We ate a lot of ramen like two hours ago and drank beer. And trust me, doing butt stuff after eating is not the perfect way. Especially not for your first time.” Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Come here, princess.” They pulled you on their laps again and you finally looked them in the eyes again. “No need to be ashamed anymore, okay? I mean we’re down for it. You got a cute butt.” Makki grinned at you in a way that made you immediately feel more at ease, but the following pinch to your butt made you yelp in surprise. They both laughed and after a short moment, you joined them as well.

Why were you even worried? They were your best friends. You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. They have done way more embarrassing things in front of you for there to be any kind of space for shame.

“We shouldn’t do much today, but we could still set some guidelines, are you okay with that?” Mattsun had scooted all the way over to Makki, you being perched on one of each of their thighs. “Guidelines?”, you echoed dumbly, turning your head to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, well, anal is a very sexual thing. So it obviously has to be sexually enjoyable. And if we would know what you like beforehand, it would kind of help!” He grinned wickedly at you, hands finding their place at your hips, thumbs softly caressing the skin between your sweatpants and your shirt.

“Oh.” Oh. You didn’t really think that far. Of course, it was something sexual. It is called anal sex for fucks sake. You knew it was something sexual. But still, the topic of the conversation together with you being on their laps made a blush rise to your cheeks again.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” You felt Makki shift a bit, leaning forward until his lips were on your neck, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

“Well, I don’t really like being in control.” You finally brought some words over your lips, feeling Makki’s lips change into a grin at your neck.

“Wouldn’t have guessed that the way you were practically begging both of us to train your asshole.” Mattsun’s amused words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t deny that this situation turned you on a bit.

A whimper escaped you when Makki bit down on a particularly sensitive spot and both boys chuckled behind you. “You should come next Friday. And stay for the weekend. Is that alright?” His tone was surprisingly casual. Weren’t they affected in any way? “That works for me,” you still answered softly.

“Perfect. Why don’t you turn around for us, princess?” Mattsun pinched your hips in an invitational manner and you got up to straddle their thighs right afterward.

“Are you alright with kissing?” Each one had a hand on your thigh, Makki’s even laying right under the curve of your butt.

“What kind of question is that? I want you to put something in my ass, of course, I’m alright with kissing!” They chuckled at your answer before Makki leaned forward to capture your lips with his. It was soft at first. Not a lot of tongue. He cautiously tested your boundaries, starting with little pecks, and working his way up to a slow and sensual kiss.

Mattsun’s hands had begun roaming your body, pinching and grabbing everywhere, but never on any of the places where you wanted him.

That was until Makki straight up grabbed your ass to pull you closer towards their bodies. A surprised gasp escaped you and he used that to deepen the kiss, practically ravishing your mouth. Mattsun by now has moved on under your shirt, his rough fingers caressing your sensitive sides, making you shiver in the process. Soon his hands started kneading your breasts over your bra and you moaned in Makki’s mouth when they suddenly both retreated. You whined at your loss, eyes switching between them pleadingly.

“Look at you,” Mattsun cooed, his hand moving up to squish your cheeks slightly together. “We haven’t really done anything and you’re already so desperate.”

He then leaned towards you, kissing you for the first time himself. His lips were softer than Makki’s, but he used more force, pressing his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. But there were no roaming hands this time. And Mattsun soon leaned back again, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“We shouldn’t go too far today. But it’s good that you’re comfortable kissing us. We should keep that going at least until Friday. You alright with that?” You nodded at Makki’s words, still trying to process what they were saying.

Were they just going to leave you high and dry? Okay, they didn’t know you were so turned on, just by the talk about sex and that bit of kissing. And you would not tell them. This encounter was already embarrassing enough, you didn’t need to give them, even more, to tease you about.

You nodded again, moving into a less straining, and less sexual position from straddling their thighs to just sitting sideways over their laps, leaning against Makki’s broad chest.

“On Friday… please shower beforehand.” Mattsun’s words startled you a bit. “Like, should I clean inside? How do I do that?” You were so clueless about anything anal related, it was kind of amusing to the two guys. “You don’t have to clean the inside. And we can help you with that, too, we have some water enemas, but they shouldn’t be used too regularly, please remember that. But for Friday just making sure that you are clean on the outside is enough.” Mattsun rubbed comforting circles on your thighs, explaining everything in a calm voice.

You relaxed a bit at his words, leaning back down against Makki.

“Don’t forget, there’s no need to be nervous. We’re always happy to help!” Makki pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Especially with sexual things!” Mattsun added with a perverted grin, pinching your inner thigh again.

“Do you usually like being praised or being talked down onto?” Apparently, they haven’t quite left the topic of what you like in the bedroom.

“Ehm, I mean, usually more talking down, to be honest, but with something I’ve never done before I’m not so sure…” You knew you shouldn’t be nervous. They were so understanding and willing to help you, they wouldn’t judge you for something like this. But you still couldn’t help your face flaring up again.

Both of them nodded with a knowing smile, seemingly already scheming a plan on how to handle you in a couple of days.

“It’s alright, princess, we will be careful with you. Now let’s go to bed, we have class in the morning. Do you wanna sleep with me or with Makki?” Mattsun carefully repositioned your legs when he stood up, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, and one on Makki’s right afterward with a sly grin on his face.

You stayed quiet. How could you choose now? “Let’s all sleep in my bed,” Makki finally ruled after you hadn’t said anything for a couple of seconds, avoiding eye contact during that time. You shot him a thankful smile before climbing off his lap and getting dragged by Mattsun towards the bathroom.

You stayed the night more often than not, already having a toothbrush and the most important toiletries on a space reserved just for you over the sink. Usually, you would sleep on the couch, though.

“About time.” Mattsun grinned at you and extended his arms in your direction when you finally emerged from the bathroom after removing your makeup and doing a very small skincare routine. They had left you after you all brushed your teeth, waiting for you on Makki’s king-sized bed, with a spot reserved for you in the middle.

Both pressed small kisses to your face when you laid down in between them, making you giggle. “Night, Makki. Night, Mattsun.” You mumbled when you all had found a comfortable sleeping position. “You should call us by our first names, you know?” Oh right, that actually made sense.

“Night, Hiro. Night, Issei.” You corrected yourself with a smile and after their chorus of ‘Night, Y/N.’ the room became quiet.

They had managed to make you feel comfortable every time you saw them. But now that it was Friday and you were standing in front of their door, every ounce of nervousness came back. With shaky fingers you pressed on the doorbell, hearing it echoing from inside. It did not take very long for Hiro to appear in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, and a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“Hi, princess!” He tugged you towards him in an instant, leaning down with puckered lips. With a small chuckle, you kissed him, your nerves immediately feeling calmed down after experiencing his carefree attitude. “We were just doing some dishes, do you want something to drink?” He leads you towards the kitchen where Issei was positioned by the sink, yellow gloves on his hands, washing the last set of plates that were probably resting on the countertop for the last couple of days.

The scene was strangely normal, apart from the kiss you two shared again after he ditched the gloves and could snake his arms around you.

Well, what did you expect? It’s not as if they would jump on you as soon as you entered. You made yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to soothe your dry throat.

Hiro didn’t take long finishing drying the dishes and soon you found him pressed against your back. “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay, princess?” You could only nod, taking Issei’s hand and following him towards his bedroom. It was uncharacteristically clean, and the bed was even made, a sight you have not seen in the three years those two occupied the apartment.

“Don’t be nervous, okay? We can stop anytime you want.” Hiro appeared behind you, his hands on your hip and lips pressed into your neck.

“I want this.” Were you trying to convince them or yourself? You didn’t know, but it worked, either way, a small feeling of excitement spreading in your stomach when Issei kissed you.

Being caged between your two best friends was never a position you imagined yourself being in (or realistically imagined) but here you were.

Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in Issei’s dark locks, him slightly moaning into your mouth when you tugged a bit too hard. His hands moved under your shirt kneading your breasts, while Hiro’s hands already dipped a bit into the front of your pants, fingers fiddling with the zipper and it didn’t take long until you were left without any clothes on.

“Look at you! Dressing up all pretty for us?” They appreciatively let their eyes wander over your body, only clad by a black lingerie set.

You felt incredibly exposed, with them still being fully clothed and looking at you so hungrily.

“Damn, you have great tits!”, Hiro exclaimed when pushing the lace covering your breasts down, immediately taking them into his hands for good measure. He let out a deep groan and Issei soon joined him, lips latching onto your right breast, gently nipping on the sensitive flesh.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands, shyly caressing their arms, lightly dipping into their sleeves to feel their biceps under your hands. “Take them off, please?”

In your mind, you scolded yourself for how unsure you seemed, but those thoughts were quickly erased when they both complied, exposing their toned torsos.

“Do you wanna lay on the bed, princess?” Hiro phrased it as a question but there was an unspoken command. You made a step towards the bed behind them, Issei quickly undoing the clasp of your bra when you passed them to obey Hiro’s command. “On your stomach.”

Quickly you corrected your position, your hands lying next to your head.

Butterfly kisses were pressed onto your naked shoulder blades, four hands roaming your back, butt, and thighs continuously.

“You’re very tense.” You didn’t know what to answer to that, only muttering a quiet apology. Your words got lost in a moan, when suddenly a finger was pressed to your core, playing with your vagina through the lace fabric of your panties.

You tried grinding back onto the finger, but strong hands held your hips in place, both boys chuckling at your exasperated whine. Your underwear got pushed to the side and soon the finger was back, slightly toying at your entrance.

“Oh, I know now why you said you don’t need any lube. Hiro, fuck, look at that. She is wet wet!” A second finger joined, and Hiro chuckled surprised, moving some of your slick around and towards your clit, loosely rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“Lift up your ass for a second.” You obeyed and soon you were completely bare in front of them, one hand still toying at your vagina, while two others were caressing your butt, spreading your cheeks and groping the flesh in a rough but still kind of soft manner. That was, until a slap echoed through the room, combined with the moan that escaped you as you felt the impact a hand with your butt. “I knew you would enjoy that.” Hiro sounded incredibly smug, repeating is former action a bit harder and on the other cheek. Again, a moan escaped you, trying once more to grind back into their hands, again to no avail.

“You really are quite a horny slut, aren’t you?” Issei’s mouth was extremely close to your core and you shuddered when you felt his breath over your lower lips.

“Raise your hips again?” You immediately did as you were told, feeling a pillow being stuffed under your hipbone to raise your hips permanently.

The finger, that has been rubbing very slow circles on your clit, disappeared, but soon enough your legs were spread. The cool air hitting your wetness was a tease in itself, but it was right away replaced by a hungry tongue, lapping up your juices. Hiro reappeared in your field of vision, connecting your lips again, to muffle the moans that were escaping you.

Issei’s nose was pressing into your vagina, his lips, tongue, and teeth relentlessly working on your clit.

“Please, please, I’m going to come!” It was embarrassing, really, how fast your best friend was able to bring you to that point. “Already?” Issei was less surprised, more smug when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you and latched onto your clit again.

“Come on, princess.” Hiro slapped your ass again and with a loud moan, you released onto Issei’s mouth, who greedily lapped up everything you offered him.

“Well, you look a lot more relaxed, now!” You could hear the teasing out of his voice when he reemerged from between your legs, tongue slipping out to get the rest of your glistening arousal. You were a lot more relaxed now, still panting from your orgasm, that you didn’t even flinch when a huge drop of lube got placed on your lower back. And your asscheeks. Four hands were immediately on your backside, massaging your cheeks and lower back in a slow and sensual way, getting small moans from you as a response. After a couple of minutes, your cheeks got spread, another dollop of lube falling right in the center.

A finger softly began massaging it into the area around your puckered hole and soon, more lube was added.

You were incredibly nervous. But both of their hands on your backside was kind of comforting. And when a kiss was pressed onto your shoulder blades you relaxed with a shaky exhale.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” Issei pressed another kiss on your back and you whimpered a bit as a response. “Hand me the vibe, will you?” Hiro’s words made Issei sit up again, his lips leaving your skin. Vibe? What vibe?

Your question soon got answered when a small buzzing sound started, and the silicon bullet got pressed lightly against your hole. “Oh,” you gasped, hips jerking for a second but again some hands stopped you. And then a finger found its way back towards your clit, circling it again. Hiro was alternating his fingers and the small vibrator at your asshole, continuously adding more lube and sometimes pressing harder, but still keeping everything fairly light.

It was feeling really pleasurable and the next time he pressed the vibe harder against your hole, you couldn’t hold back the small moan anymore.

Hiro cooed at the way your asshole clenched around nothing, tentatively pressing a tip of his finger inside. You moaned when his digit passed the rim. It didn’t hurt at all, like that time you tried it by yourself. Apparently, lube really was the savior. Or it was your best friends, who have been patient and soft with you all the way through, gently leading you to this moment. More lobe got added to your hole and Hiro’s finger disappeared, but reentering you more slicked up just after a second. He still only put the tip of his finger inside, slightly wiggling it around before replacing it with the vibrator again.

“You look really good with my finger in your ass. And Issei’s working your pussy. Is that why you asked two of us? You want to take it so far to get double penetrated, take each of us in a different hole?” You knew it was only dirty talk. He was trying to take your mind off the slight stretch of your ass when he pushed his finger in deeper. But you couldn’t help the way you desperately moaned at the comment.

“Oh? Look at your hole twitching!” Issei sounded incredibly amused, his finger moving from toying with your clit to your vagina, which was clenching around nothing. “You like that thought? Every hole of you filled with another cock? Maybe we should ask Iwaizumi or Oikawa to join, too. So that you can be stuffed like the little whore you are!”

With another moan you tried to move your hips once again, this time successfully burying Hiro’s finger deeper in your ass. A slap to your cheek was the immediate answer. “Impatient slut. Better behave or we won’t be so gentle anymore!”

You nodded shakily, already feeling full by the finger in your ass and one at the entrance of your pussy.

But Hiro soon pulled out again, dropping even more lube on your now slightly looser hole, before the small bullet vibrator came into action again. You moaned loudly when it got pressed into your hole, slightly wider than Hiro’s finger it was still a stretch.

“I love your ass. It looks really cute like this.” Accommodating his words Issei pressed a kiss to your left buttcheek.

Hiro still worked the vibrator in your ass, fingers massaging the flesh around your rim. “I’m going to plug you soon, you alright with that?” You could only nod, desperate for more friction. You asked for gentle and slow. But you wanted to come again. And, as embarrassing as it was to admit, you loved it when they talked down on you, ordering you around.

You felt his lubed up pinky join the vibrator in your hole and moaned again when suddenly both vanished and got replaced by a cold metal object. “She’s going to look so pretty!” Issei rubbed your clit a bit harder, while the cold object got greased up in the juices around your hole.

Another drop of lube followed when Hiro finally began pushing it into your ass. You soon realized what it was, a small plug, thinner at the tip but wider in the middle.

The widest part was a bit bigger than every other thing you have taken in your hole so far, but it still didn’t hurt, just a tight stretch, but with the lube and the fingers massaging your lower back, it went in without a big hassle.

“You look so good, do you wanna take a look at yourself?” You nodded and turned around, finally seeing your two friends again. Issei immediately tugged you onto his lap, pressing your back against his chest and turning towards his closet, where a huge mirror adored one door.

And there, right between your buttcheeks, rested a jeweled plug. You moaned again at the sight and at the proud grin that was on both of their faces. Issei reached down, pressing his palm against the red jewel, slightly wiggling it inside. You threw your head back on his shoulder, grasping his wrist to press it closer against your core, nearly humping his arm in desire. “Now, now, no need to get ahead of yourself,” Hiro intervened, taking your hands from Issei’s arm. “If you beg nicely, we give you something you can fuck yourself on.” His grin was downright evil and it got even worse, when he pressed the vibrator from before against the plug, making it move inside you.

“Please, please, Hiro, Issei, please, I really want to come!” There were tears prickling in your eyes. The constant stimulation at your ass felt good, but it was nothing you could orgasm from. You needed something in your vagina. Something that fucks you, preferably.

“You know, maybe if you crawl a bit on your knees, it would help.” Your eyes went wide at Issei’s words, but obediently you slipped from his lap, getting on your knees in front of them. You crawled towards the door on all fours, hearing them groan behind you. “You know what we should invest in? A tail plug.” The thought of them making you literally your pet excited you, again clenching around nothing, but still wishing something was filling your other hole, too.

“Sit on my lap again.” Your back was once again pressed against Issei’s naked chest, your legs being kept open by his strong thighs. “Here, princess.” Hiro’s eyes caught yours in the mirror and with a playful smile, he handed you a medium-sized purple dildo. “Fuck yourself.” The command was simple. But you still hesitated. You never masturbated in front of somebody else before. It seemed kind of humiliating. But that thought was it, that made arousal shoot to your core once again. And with a firm nod, you lined the dildo up your entrance, slowly easing it inside.

Leaning your head back on Issei’s shoulder you began moving it inside your core, pleasure slowly filling your body with each thrust. “Look at us, princess.” You raised your head again, eyes meeting theirs in the mirror, fastening your pace and letting moans escape you.

A small cry left your lips once you found that special spot inside you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your movements became sloppier. On the one hand, you were desperately chasing your orgasm, but on the other hand, the pleasure was too much to have much control over your movements anymore. You cried for relief, when suddenly another hand closed around the dildo, continuing your thrusts with new harsh ferocity.

“I said, look at us!” Hiro growled in your ear, pushing the toy harder into you. After you took too long to react Issei closed a hand around your neck, pressing at the sides and forcing you to face the mirror again. It was a downright sinful picture. You were completely fucked out, so close to your orgasm, being chocked by one man and fucked with a purple dildo by the other.

With a cry you let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around both toys stuck inside you while throwing your head back on Issei’s shoulder once again.

“Fuck, you look filthy.” With a chuckle Issei broke the silence, his hand slowly falling from your neck again. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” With a smile Hiro fell to his knees in front of you, slowly tugging the dildo out of you. Next, it was the small plug. You groaned at the overstimulation, hips twitching.

“I don’t wanna. Can take more!”, you mumbled, trying to sit yourself up straight. With raised eyebrows Hiro shoved two of his fingers inside your asshole again, chuckling at the way you winced. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You’re here for the whole weekend, we don’t have to wreck you on the first day.” Issei got up with you in his arms, slowly carrying you towards the bathroom and filling the tub with water.

“But what about you?” Your eyes were big, trailing to their respective bulges in their sweatpants. “You wanna suck us off while we wait for the water?” Issei was gentle with you, setting you down on the soft mat in front of the tub, softly caressing your cheek. You nodded wildly and amused both men pushed their sweatpants lower.

You first took Issei in your hand, your tongue trailing up and down on his dick, wetting it before finally enveloping it with your mouth. A rough groan escaped him and his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, slightly fucking into your mouth when Hiro’s tip bumped against your cheek. You looked up and were immediately greeted with another groan. “Fucking hell, princess, keep looking at me!” Despite Issei’s words, you took his dick out of your mouth, moving on to Hiro, while jacking Issei’s now thoroughly wet dick off with your right hand. Hiro’s cock was a bit smaller and thinner than Issei’s and you couldn’t help but remember his words from before. Having both of them fill you at the same time was a new sexual fantasy that manifested itself in your mind in the last hour.

“Who knows, maybe tomorrow it will be in your ass.” He seemed to read your mind and you couldn’t help but moan again at the thought, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

You switched again back to Issei, who immediately started softly fucking your mouth, chasing his high. “Come on, princess.” Hiro groaned, taking over from your hand and jacking himself off even faster than you had done it before. You gagged around Issei’s cock, tears falling from your eyes but still desperately trying to please him. They made you come twice today. It was only fair you gave some back.

With a final moan, Issei pulled out of your mouth releasing himself all over your face, partly inside your mouth. “Keep your mouth open.” Hiro’s command was harsh, and his breathing labored. He was close, too. So you turned towards him, Issei’s cum still swimming inside your mouth, cheeks painted a delicious white.

Hiro managed to release most of his load inside your mouth, but he still got some spurts over your face and in your hair.

Panting both boys looked down at you, cooing at how cute you looked with their cum all over your face. “Swallow,” Issei instructed, holding your chin between his fingers. The mix of their seamen left a salty taste in your mouth, when you opened it again, to show them that you swallowed every last drop. With a groan, Hiro began scooping up the rest of the cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. “You’re a cute little slut, aren’t you? Our slut.” With that possessive mark, he leaned down, letting his spit drop into your mouth, which was still held open by Issei, who repeated the action.

Their gazes on you were proud as you swallowed that second load also.

“You were great, princess.” Hiro was pressing kisses on the top of your breasts. All of you squeezed into the tub, washing each other carefully with a loofah they apparently got only for today. “Should we order some food?” You just nodded, leaning back onto Issei contently. “Wanna eat you.”

Hiro’s eyebrows rose and you felt Issei chuckle behind you. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“And here I was, wanting to be lenient since it’s your first time trying anal. But oh well. You asked for it, princess.” With a broad grin, Hiro heaved you out of the tub, haphazardly drying you both off with a towel, before both men were already leading you back to the bedroom.

You soon found yourself back in your previous position with your hips perched on top of the pillow and Issei’s fingers buried deep in your still stretched ass. The main difference was the vibrator stuck in your pussy and that you were trying not to choke on Hiro’s cock.

“Keep your legs open, princess. I will not hesitate to use a spreader bar.” The casual mention of the utensil made you wonder just how many sex toys those two had. Four of them were already used on you, but Hiro had told you that they started with the smallest plug, hinting at a bigger assortment.

“We really wanted to go easy on you, princess.” Issei sighed in mock sadness, quickening the pace of his two fingers, making you cry around Hiro’s cock. “But you just had to be even more filthy than we expected.” A harsh slap met your left asscheek.

“We already knew you were perverted since you didn’t ask one of us, but both to help you with your problem.” Next was your right cheek. Hiro gathered your hair in one hand, tugging it back harshly to start fucking your mouth right away, making your saliva drip down from his cock and onto the bedsheets. Your hands desperately clawed themselves into his thighs while Issei still wrecked you from behind.

“You think you can take a third one?” Issei didn’t wait for you to answer his question, before dropping more lube onto your asshole, slowly easing his ring finger into your loosened hole. His other hand pushed the vibrating dick in your vagina even deeper and you had never felt as full as you did at that moment. The cry that you let out around Hiro’s dick showed them that you were close to coming, so, in a matter of seconds, everything was gone.

“No! Please, please let me cum!” Tears streamed down your face and if your mascara wasn’t already be rolling down your face due to the seamen shower you took earlier it certainly would now.

“Aww, you’re looking so cute all desperate and shit. Completely wrecked but still crying for more.” Hiro took your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process.

Issei resumed his actions at your backside, this time not entering you with this finger, but another object. Another dildo you presumed. It wasn’t really that thick, so it was comfortable to have in you, but it was long. And when it started vibrating, every ounce of strength left your body, hands falling down onto the mattress, face only being held up by Hiro’s hand.

“Do you want to fuck her, or should I go?” The way they talked so casually about your body, like it was only another fucktoy, like the multiple ones they had lying around, made arousal shoot to your core, electing a desperate whimper from your lips.

“You can go, I don’t mind having her mouth. Besides, we have tomorrow and Sunday, too. I mean unless our little princess still hasn’t had enough?” Hiro’s voice was teasing, his fingers around your chin tilting your head up to make you look into his eyes.

“How desperate are you for our cocks, huh?”

“Please, please. I want it, I want your cocks, please, Issei, Hiro.” You were just babbling, hoping that it would be enough for them to finally fuck you.

You couldn’t believe that this encounter started off so soft, with them carefully massaging you, when they were now slapping your ass with each movement, spitting on you and talking to you like you were a slut.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a desperate princess. Well, since it’s still kind of your first time, we will give you what you want. But just know that it won’t come as easy the next times.” With that Issei finally rammed his cock into your waiting pussy and you cried out his name in pleasure, being rewarded by a harsh slap on your ass in an instant. Hiro shoved his cock back into your mouth, taking up a harsh pace immediately, slapping your hands down as soon as you wanted to take a hold of his thighs again.

“No hands.” He told you and you desperately tried to keep your head up for him to fuck your mouth all while Issei started moving the vibrator in your ass in the same rhythm he fucked into you.

It didn’t take long for you to come, the continuous stimulation with the thought of being used in every possible hole being enough for you. But they weren’t done.

Their pace didn’t slow down a bit, Hiro only going back to holding your face up for him. You could see in his eyes that he was not happy at all with your failure and you were sure you would encounter punishment for that soon enough. He spat down on your face again, spit mixing with the tears from your eyes, as his dick repeatedly hit the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is swallowing me whole, feels so good, come on, princess, just a bit more.”

Issei was groaning behind you, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Still, Hiro was the one finishing first, releasing on your face for the second time that night.

Once he let go of your head you immediately fell down onto the mattress, still being fucked harshly by Issei, who kept on moving the dildo in your ass. You felt another high approaching and apparently, they did too, since Issei started slamming into you even harsher. But when Hiro moved to rub your clit, you were screaming their names, body twitching, and hands clawing into the bedsheet.

You were sure you never came so hard in your life. Everything went numb for a second, but you realized what was going on, when the dildo got pulled out of your ass, leaving an empty feeling behind.

“You alright there, princess?” A soft hand weaved itself into your hair, turning your head to look at the two men who just showed you heaven on earth. You hadn’t even realized that Issei came as well, but the feeling of something dribbling out of your vagina was explained that way.

“You look so good, princess.” Hiro leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, fingers pushing a bit of his come into your mouth right after he detached himself. “Let’s take another bath, you seem to need it even more than before.”

Their hands were all over you, softly caressing every inch of your body, cleaning every last drop of spit, come and lube. “You looked so beautiful, all wrecked beneath us. And you did so well, too! I honestly didn’t expect you to take us this well on the first day.”

They were muttering continuous praises, making you feel all soft on the inside.

“Pizza is here!” You were nearly nodding off in Issei’s arms, blinking slowly as the words were whispered in your ear.

Hiro was missing from your other side, apparently retrieving said pizza, which the boys insisted on ordering, especially after you admitted to not having consumed any solid foods that day, to be extra clean for them.

Soon Hiro came crawling back into his bed, handing each of you their respective pizza. Sitting up, you felt a shoot of pain from your butt and winced. “Sore?” The grin on Hiro’s face was entirely too wide to be sorry. Stupid piece of shit.

If someone would look at you now, three friends sitting on a bed and eating pizza, while a stupid reality show played in the background, nobody would even think twice about it. Nobody would expect, that just a bit earlier, in the other bedroom across the hall, you were absolutely wrecked by them.

But you wouldn’t want it any other way, excitement already bubbling up in your stomach with anticipation for the days to come.

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wasted nights | liu yangyang

pairing: yangyang x reader

words: 5.5k

summary: firstly, you don’t think you should have survived this long. secondly, this might be the zombie apocalypse but your survival doesn’t feel as threatened by zombies as it does by liu yangyang. thirdly, you’ve chosen the worst time to develop a crush.

genre: zombie apocalypse!au, fluff, humour(?)

warnings: mention of injuries & blood, violence (against zombies), dumbassery, do not attempt during an actual zombie apocalypse

song rec(s): wasted nights - one ok rock

a/n: october birthdays get halloween specials~ although this one is just full of unnecessary appearances by cats. also campfires because october campfires hit different. (i’m definitely saying this because i was born in october) also not me writing this as a joke and reaching 5.5k words </3

It’s two hours till sundown.

What would you be doing on a day within the ordinary? Likely getting back from after school activities, chatting with a friend or feeding the stray kittens by the school building, or maybe pretending Liu Yangyang doesn’t exist—the possibilities were endless. Now there’s only one.

“Yangyang,” you call, more worried than not.

On a day out of the ordinary, you wish you hadn’t prayed for your exam to get cancelled the day all of this broke out. You wouldn’t be scavenging like some sort of rodent and you wouldn’t be standing at the gates of an abandoned shrine, though now is undoubtedly a better time to pray. It’s not the best of situations (especially not with a certain little rascal attached to your side).

And understatements are definitely your thing now.

“Yangyang,” you call a little louder this time, eyes shifting around the shrine area.

Should you step in? He asked you to wait, the stone steps now looking a little glum without him skipping over them. The only signs of life you’ve seen around has been a family of raccoons looking rather smug and a single spotted dove preening itself atop a branch. The lack of visibility into the forest surrounding the shrine bothers you, like something could jump out any minute and you suck your teeth, growing annoyed. Where is that boy?

You tap your foot against the ground soundlessly. What if a zombie were to pop out? They might be slow but the sight of them is still gross enough to paralyze you. Yangyang has his baseball bat with him, which leaves you defenseless in terms of weapons. Still, it’s not like the bat would have done you any good. You are, in the truest sense of the word, average at any sort of combat and freezing at the limbs comes to you more naturally. Zombies are not fun; whatever nonsense Yangyang has been trying to explain to you for weeks is optional, as is every other suggestion that comes from his mouth. It’s quiet and quiet, creepy shrines have never been your favourite place in the city.

You hear a low growl behind you, stiffening at the sound. Best case scenario, it’s a big rat. You’d rather not think of the worst case. Eventually, you gather some courage and turn slowly only to jump back with a short scream.

Yangyang takes the old festival mask off to reveal a giant grin on his face, urging you to knock it right off. The anger that follows is natural and he should be used to it by now. Yangyang continues smiling, as if he didn’t just pull your soul right out of your body, and when he opens his mouth to say something, you’re quick to land a swift punch to his gut. He lets out a pained cry, dropping to the ground in a squat.

“Don’t do that,” you seethe. “Why can’t you greet me normally?”

“I’m okay!” He signals a thumbs up while the other hand clutches his stomach.

“I didn’t ask.”

He moves his hand to place it over his chest. “Ow. Oh, and to answer your question, it’s because you don’t want to do my special handshake with me.”

“Hm. Get up. You said there were supplies here. What did you find?”

He pouts, finally getting up. “I can’t believe you’re just using me for supplies.”

You cross your arms. “Just get up already.”

Yangyang springs up despite the (admittedly) strong blow to his stomach and presents to you the plastic bag he’d been holding. In any other circumstances, it would spark some disapproval on your behalf but it turns out, those things do outlive most everything. For a moment, the ridiculous image of pulling a plastic bag over a zombie’s head crosses your mind.

Yangyang finally responds, taking out whatever items he recovered. Not everything is useful however; he’s simply taken to collecting knick-knacks.

“I found toothbrushes! Maybe your breath will stop stinking—”

You raise your clenched fist as a threat.

“—I was kidding. Obviously. You have lovely breath.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in an attempt to contain your exasperation.

“Also, I found clean water so I filled up some bottles and yeah, I couldn’t find much else but oh! There was this huge cat and I mean huge like a big chonk kinda guy, you know? And I’m sure he was, like, trying to tell me something, like, he kept hissing when I went near him but…”

You wonder if Yangyang ever gets tired from speaking so fast, his words fading out of your comprehension. You shake your head, clearing your throat.

“Can we leave now?”

Yangyang raises an eyebrow, almost smirking as the gears in his head turn.

“You’re not… superstitious, are you?” he asks. “I heard there’s a lot of reported sightings of ghosts here.”

“No,” you blurt, quick to deny. Yangyang might have seen you crying after getting lost in the dark, almost fainting after encountering a zombie for the first time or even in deep sorrow after you lost your friend—but there’s still part of your dignity to protect before you can admit your fear of ghosts. There’s just something about this abandoned shrine; there are no visitors apart from the caretaker and if loneliness is responsible for anything, it’s making lonely things seem a whole lot scarier. You’d rather leave before the sun sets.

Yangyang laughs. “Who do you think would win in a fight? Zombies or ghosts?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s so stupid. Obviously ghosts.”

“No. Okay, maybe. I just think…”

There he goes again.

You wonder if he was always this way—when you passed him by in the hallways, when he shot you a polite smile at club meetings or when you saw him being loud with his friends blocking part of the sidewalk. You’re sure he couldn’t have been entirely sane.

“Oh my god.”

Yangyang’s voice jerks you back to the present. You follow his line of sight to a cardboard box beneath a particularly dense shrub; it's a large one—quite possibly a carton of some commercial product which doesn’t matter anymore. However, it’s not the details of the box itself so much as it is the contents that grab your attention.

You can almost see the sparkle in Yangyang’s eyes as he views the cats huddled together inside the box. They don’t seem to mind each other within their personal space—you count four of them, tightly packed and eyes closed in a late afternoon nap. How the box hasn’t ripped apart yet is quite a mystery, and what’s more troubling is how at ease they seem to be with the entire human race in disarray.

You grab Yangyang by the collar before he can make his way to them.

“Don’t harass them,” you say, massaging your temples. “Jesus, it’s like they’re glued to each other. Do they have to be in the same box?”

“It might just be the last cardboard box left on earth.” Yangyang shrugs.

The cats mind their own business, grooming their fur or closing their eyes in an odd sort of bliss. You wonder what it would be like to be so unbothered by all the chaos. It reminds you of someone.

“Come on,” you urge, thinking back to older times. “Don’t think I forgot how much you used to bother old Louis back then.”

Louis was the university cat, fed with so much love that he eventually started avoiding people like the plague. You wonder how he’s holding up for a brief moment.

“Don’t think I forgot how you were back then too.”

“What do you mean?” you snap, glaring at him.

“You were already a zombie,” he says before engaging in a cheap mimicry of you, drooping his eyelids and taking slow steps muttering, “I… must… maintain… gpa… grr.”

You almost take off your shoe to throw it at him before deciding it’s not worth your time. Ah, if only you had done that during club meetups, perhaps you’d have felt better about him joining. Everyone treated him so differently, and you hate to admit you now understand why.

Everyone loves a good troublemaker.

And there happens to be another thing special about your sole competitor for the debate club’s president position. Apart from his strange antics (charms, he says), even this virus—this fuckall literal killer virus can’t infect him. He’s immune—an occurrence with a possibility lower than you finding him attractive. (There, you said it.)

You look at Yangyang still talking about Louis and a small smile crosses your face. You’d feed your right arm to a zombie before you admitted it but it’s nice having him around. You furrow your brows at the sudden familiar bubbling in your chest and shove it away in a flash before your conscious decides to tell you what it is.

Your heart jumps to your throat when you make eye contact with Yangyang, turning away in a rather awkward manner. Oh, the end of the world does awful things to you.

“Are you listening?” Yangyang raises an eyebrow. “Oh my god, you weren’t listening at all.”

You roll your eyes. “I was distracted.”

“By me?” he offers in a sing-song voice, prompting a smack from you. It’s easier to pretend this way.

Yangyang massages his shoulder with a huff. “Why are you hitting me so much today? I’ve counted like eight and the day’s only just over.”

“Sorry,” you mumble before clearing your throat. “I mean, you’ve also said something annoying, like, more than eight times today.”

“I’m not annoying.”

There’s a pause.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.”

The sun starts to lay in rest by the time you reach the city. Compared to the green, red and yellow of the yet standing shrine, this place is in dull monochrome with the occasional coloured signs that flicker to life. You force yourself to think but have a hard time remembering if it was always this way. Was it any different with the rushing cars or apathetic crowds? You can’t tell. You were part of them, after all.

“Hey, how about a bottle flip challenge but with traffic cones?” Yangyang thinks aloud, walking backwards as you pass by a particularly well-lit alley.

You roll your eyes in response. Is it the lack of people making him that way? Your unflustered companion looks at home among neon lights, all of them seeming to point towards him as an answer to a question you haven’t quite figured out yet.

You glance at the alley just a second longer. The electric lanterns still glow red, and although dim, there are many. The shops almost look like you could enter and be greeted with a crowd of university kids or a group of office workers drinking away in celebration of the weekend. You sigh. It’s most certainly deserted inside; there’s no doubt. At the most, the tables are still arranged neatly and the meat grills aren’t completely rusted. You wonder if it’s a Friday.

There was never much grass in the city but whatever growth there was has withered into a mustard yellow or a lamenting grey. An empty city is hardly appealing, but you can’t deny the ill-favored things you’ve done the past few months in the absence of people—a part of you questioning whether breaking into supermarkets is still against the law when no one’s around to keep it. You smile at the memory of Yangyang pushing you around in a shopping cart, though you’d gotten drunk off the (stolen) liquor prior. The neon lights hanging as a banner over sketchy shops sometimes spark alive before dying down over and over again, and to be fair, you don’t think they ever shined too bright. Ironically, they’re the liveliest thing about the city now.

The sky’s soaked in ink at a time you assume to be around seven in the evening. You walk closer to Yangyang without realizing; it’s not often you’ve been out this late the past few months.

“Hey.” Yangyang snaps you out of your daze. “Be careful.”

The words are strange coming from him but you understand why. You look up ahead with caution and a shiver runs down your spine as you stare at the intersection, a lone, tattered figure droning aimlessly. It’s only one, you tell yourself. And they’re slow.

The memories of your previous encounters send warnings over your skin, shivers begging you to run as fast as you can. You would if it weren’t for Yangyang’s grip on your hand, tugging you forward gently and though it’s something he does every time, you wonder if he knows how you’re really feeling. His footsteps are soundless, with the same red sneakers he’s worn since the beginning of this but something tells you it’s not the shoes that give him a cat’s footfall. The purple lights flicker on and off over the shop on the opposite street, the suddenness of it making you latch onto Yangyang for a short-lived moment. You’re quick to let go, throat too dry to make any sound.

You curve around what would be a straight path, careful not to be in the creature’s line of sight when you cross. The streets seem wider when they’re so empty, and somehow it feels more unlawful this way. Yangyang signals to you to stay closer, and you follow before bumping into his back when he stops abruptly. There’s absolutely no sound, the feeling in your gut much worse than at the shrine.

“Something’s wrong,” Yangyang whispers.

A strangled shriek erupts from your mouth when something launches itself onto the two of you, making you land on your butt. You would’ve placed your hands over your eyes, but you’ve learned how to be less of a coward these past few days.

A shaky breath leaves you. A cat. It was a stray cat. The little asshole looks at you with almost twinkling eyes, tail swishing from side to side before deciding you’re not worth its time. Your shoulders sag, a moment of relief despite your stiff muscles.

“Uh, (name)?”

You look up only for your stomach to fill with dread. The zombie from before is staring directly at the two of you, the same vacant look in its eyes that has haunted you for the entirety of the apocalypse.

“It’s okay, he’s too slow,” Yangyang reminds you, voice barely a whisper as he helps you stand.

“We can just take the other street—it’s a little longer but it’s mostly safe and there’s no way he can—”

Yangyang is interrupted by a sickening growl from behind you and you jump back. There’s another one. And another. You count four more before holding back a swear. Yangyang grabs you by the shoulder and the two of you take a step back, onto the sidewalk. There’s a shop behind you; you read a smeared sign above the plastic door curtains indicating a dumpling place. Even if you were to hide in there, there’s no guarantee you’d be safe.

But if you’ve learned anything in these months, it’s that anything is always better than nothing.

The night has settled in completely, you realize. You’re about to tug Yangyang to the inside as you turn around, only to freeze up in your spot. A pale woman emerges from the store, her makeup still fresh but you know that look, the look in her eyes. How cruel.

“Please,” she mumbles, taking a step towards you and you think you might just cry. It’s not long before she turns, you think with dread.

You stumble back to Yangyang when she emits a blood curdling screech, lunging at you and to either your alarm or worse, relief, Yangyang pushes you back. You watch with wide eyes as the woman sinks her teeth into his arm, nausea growing at the sight of blood. He moves fast though, his arm swinging the baseball bat to meet the woman in the head, hard enough to knock her out. In these few moments, one of the zombies is close enough to reach an arm out towards you and you swear you can hear the horrid sound of his bones cracking when you step back. The longer you remain in this state, the slower you are. You suppose you should take comfort in these words but when you look at it, you still see a man.

Hollow. They’re all hollow.

You take a deep breath.

Just as the thought crosses your head, you see Yangyang swing his bat again, meeting the zombie on the head and much to your wide-eyed horror, the head flies off into the dumpling shop and the body reacts with just about as much confusion as you do. It wildly waves about its hands in the now vacant spot before crumpling onto the road with a quiet realization.

Yangyang makes a face, pressing his knuckle to his mouth to prevent himself from what you presume is gagging. However, when you look closely, he seems to be holding back a laugh instead and very painfully so. You know he has a habit of laughing at the most inappropriate times but this, it really takes the cake.

“Home run?” he suggests, turning to you with a sheepish half-grin. There’s no hint of malice in his voice and you think that it’s probably not that he enjoys swinging his baseball bat at zombies.

“You’re disgusting,” you reply, shaking your head.

“Maybe I should leave you here then.”

You can’t believe he has the gall to be cheeky with blood running down his arm and four of the undead drooling at the sight of you two.

“Do you think we can find ingredients that aren’t stale here? I miss having dumplings.”

“Yangyang.”

“Okay, okay.”

The other ones are still far enough and the two of you take this chance to run off towards the street Yangyang mentioned earlier and safely out of view. You notice him panting heavier than before, and your eyes scan over his arm in worry. The bite is ugly, red with oozing blood, and you hold back the urge to ask him if he’s anaemic.

Yangyang follows your eyes before an ‘ah’ leaves his lips. He spins his head to the right, trying to catch a glimpse of the wound in the same manner a dog chases after its own tail. He puts the bat down to try and twist his arm to see the injury but you stop him, clicking your tongue at his silly behaviour.

“You’re not twelve, Yangyang,” you scold. “Let’s get back to the hotel first.”

He shrugs, and you think some provoking words are ready to leave his mouth when he simply picks up his bat and walks off. You blink before quickening your steps to catch up with him. The blood dripping down his forearm makes you feel a little unwell but you know better than to touch infections.

It takes around fifteen minutes longer than usual to reach the hotel—Yangyang was right. It is safer here, with no zombies lurking around the corners. He must have been out late when he was scouting, you think with distaste.

You reach the now-rusting gates of your haven without trouble and the moment you reach, Yangyang falls to his knees, heaving a breath he seems to have been holding. You rush to him, eyes frantic when you reach your hand out to him, and he flinches, moving away from you.

“Don’t,” he mutters before getting up. “You turning into a real zombie would be my personal nightmare.”

It’s not enough to curb your worry but you follow him nonetheless, the stupid, wavering grin on his face making you unable to decipher what he’s really feeling.

The familiar smell of honeysuckle washes into you as you pass by the entrance, locking the door behind you as Yangyang falls onto one of the chairs in the lobby. Kunhang happened to be passing by, a muffled swear leaving him when he sees the blood on Yangyang’s arm.

“You didn’t touch him, did you?” he asks, pulling on his gloves to further see the wound. A former med student is the best you have here, and somehow, you’ve never seen him complain about having to take care of someone as bothersome as Yangyang.

You shake your head in reply to Kunhang and watch as he runs from shelf to shelf to procure more bandages than you’ve ever seen in your life. You’ve been seeing an awful lot lately.

“We’re going to run out of bandages in a week if he keeps this up,” Kunhang says with a frown, moving so fast you can barely see his hands. “He’ll be okay, I guess. The virus just makes him dizzy.”

He’s probably thinking the same thing you are. Something serious happening to Yangyang is a little bit of a miracle. Maybe he’ll finally be set right in the head.

Even so, you know Kunhang is worried despite his quick response, his frown lines deepening once he’s done wrapping up. He sighs before waltzing off to discard his gloves.

It’s not that you aren’t impressed by Kunhang; you’ve just seen him do that too many times to count. And of course, it’s mostly Yangyang on the receiving end. They might be good friends but this also happens to be the only time they're serious together. Moreover, Kunhang seems to beat Yangyang in the talking-for-twelve-hours-straight department. You have to admit though, being in charge of first aid for the few people stuck in this hotel is not an easy business.

You take a seat opposite to Yangyang, dozing off in his chair and wonder if you should wipe the drool off his chin. Disgusting, you think to yourself, but another part of you dares to offer the word cute.

The best thing about barricading yourself in a hotel during the apocalypse is not having to worry about beds. There’s at least five hundred rooms in this skyrise, more than enough for, what, sixteen people? The place is so big that you hardly run into the others. The only rule around here is regarding the pantry—to write down who’s taken what on the notepad stuck to one corner. Despite what movies show, people are far more helpful to each other in times of need, more so than usual even. You relax into the chair, the velvet cushion feeling comfortable against your back.

There’s a nice communal feeling in this place.

You frown. It’s not like you can stay here forever.

At the very least, you can pretend each sundown and sunrise is ordinary here. You close your eyes, and slowly, thoughts of why you’re trying so hard to remember life before this drift away.

Yangyang wakes up before you do, grinning like crazy as he shrugs you awake. You stare at him through groggy eyes, untangling your limbs from yourself. The cold seeps into you and you shiver, hugging yourself.

“We found the keys to the lounge,” he rushes, albeit in a gentle voice. “Guess what?”

“Unh?”

“There’s a campfire spot over there! The others already started but I thought I should wake you up.”

It’s just like him to be excited about something like that. You get up nevertheless, Yangyang pulling you through the stairs and onto the only elevator that seems to work around here. There’s quite a few things about this hotel left to be figured out. You’re going to have to start worrying anyway when the power from the generator runs out.

Kunhang and an older man, Mr Kang, are the only ones there once you reach. You had expected it but the lounge is gigantic and a small part of it provides the artificial campfire area. There are paintings of wild animals and trees for children, you assume, on the walls only cut off by a large vent on the ceiling. The fire burns bright over the large circle of soil and firewood, whose authenticity is debatable. You sigh at the warmth, having grown tired of the autumn weather’s mood swings.

Kunhang greets the two of you with a grin before delicately poking Mr Kang to at least acknowledge your presence. It’s funny, the lot of you.

The place is a little small, considering there’s a literal fire in the middle of the room. You almost sit on Yangyang because he shifts too suddenly at Mr Kang’s disapproval of proximity, a small yelp leaving you whereas Yangyang, for the first time, looks like he’d rather die. He mutters an apology, and two of you manage to sit a good two feet apart, sudden awkwardness rising in the air—all of it unnoticed by Mr Kang. You heard he was a banker but if Kunhang and Yangyang had a polar opposite, it would most certainly be him. You can’t even remember the man’s voice.

You think you should say something but Kunhang’s laughter breaks the silence. There’s an unspoken exchange between him and Yangyang, piquing your curiosity though you aren’t sure what you should be asking. You just assume it’s one of their stupid inside jokes.

“I left your gift on your table. You can add it to your dumb shoe collection,” Kunhang tells Yangyang, smiling before standing up to stretch. “I’m going to bed. Mr Kang, won’t you accompany me?”

Mr Kang gets up begrudgingly and you’re about to ask them to stay longer when Kunhang turns to you enthusiastically. “Good night, (name). Don’t have too much fun. Although, I suppose there’s no better time to have too much fun either.”

You watch with furrowed brows as the two disappear into the doorway and down the stairs. You spend a couple of moments in silence before clearing your throat. When it goes unnoticed, you turn to Yangyang despite the warmth on your face.

“It’s not dumb,” he mutters to himself, a little zoned out.

You stare at him for a few moments and the familiar feeling rises in your throat, now with a little voice to accompany it.

Cute.

You cough, distracting yourself with any and all thoughts you would rather have, even of the zombies. Now isn’t the time—or is it the perfect time? You shake your head, calming yourself.

“Does it… hurt?” You ask, eyeing Yangyang’s arm.

He looks up as if broken from a daze, the campfire lights still dazzling in his eyes. You hold back a laugh. He really is a child; if he’s so easily mesmerized by fires, that is.

“Probably not any worse than the lady I whack-a-mole’d. Now that must’ve hurt.” Yangyang puffs his cheek before looking straight at you.

You stare back. It’s not the weirdest thing he’s said.

“What? I feel bad beating the crap out of zombies sometimes,” he says, scratching the back of his head.

You hum in response. The thought of Yangyang developing a conscience is almost as bad as having to think about zombies. Though, you’ll have to admit, it does give you a strange relief. Zombies can’t really feel pain—they are, after all, numb in every possible sense—but some part of you wonders if it’s alright like this. Morals and survival aren’t meant to overlap.

You feel the need to distract yourself with something.

“Hey,” you call, moving closer to Yangyang such that your shoulders almost touch. Before you know it, you brush the hair from his face, trying to style the mess into something more neat—a thing you’ve been wanting to do since the first time you saw him. Every time you’d see the messy mop of hair at an official event of the debate club, you’d have this strong urge and an almost putrid form of annoyance. You still don’t know how he managed to get in.

“You don’t look terrible with parted hair,” you muse. “You could’ve looked more decent at the debates.”

You look down from his hair to see Yangyang frozen, eyes wide as if a deer in the headlights.

“Are- Are you not breathing?” you ask.

Yangyang sucks in a large chunk of air, fast enough to choke on it and break into a coughing fit as he turns away from you. You reach out to pat his back but he waves his hand at you, indicating he’s fine before he can turn to you.

You look at him with no particular emotion, the night breeze having worked its way to you.

“What was that about a gift? Are you and Kunhang getting things for each other without telling me?” you say, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

There's a short pause, filled with the crackling of fire.

“It’s my birthday,” Yangyang says with a small smile as the campfire lights dance across his cheeks.

And yet, the words come out sad as if he’d been waiting for an occasion to tell you. You look at him, eyes widening ever so slightly accompanied by the loss of words and take a sharp breath.

“I’m not going to ask for a gift,” Yangyang teases. “Don’t look so worried.”

You open your mouth and close it again, unable to explain the gentle wash of sadness overcome you when you see just a boy. For all the talking he does, he never asks for much.

“I mean, I- I liked spending the day with you. Why do you look so sad? Did I say something? Again?”

You look over his features, from his brow bone to his wide eyes to his lips and the conclusion arrives as gently as the end of the world. What’s the worst that could happen?

You quickly pull him into a hug, still careful of his injury, and a vaguely embarrassing sound escapes Yangyang, something akin to a sheep’s call. He clears his throat which turns into coughing before he can wrap his arms around you, his breathing soft against your shoulder.

“I’m- I’m alive, you know? I don’t think I’m dying any time soon. I- I can’t even get infected! You know that.”

“That’s not why I’m- I…” You pull back, steeling your eyes so you don’t feel the warmth of embarrassment.

Just like you prepare for debates, you think to yourself. Maybe Yangyang was right about you being a zombie—the way you follow the same drudging formula.

“I like you,” you say, your words more of a strained whisper but they’re out before you know it. You can fake confidence, you tell yourself. It’s horrible timing and spending your (potentially) last days with someone who rejected you is just another way to shoot yourself in the foot.

But part of you has been wanting to do this for so long that you almost don’t mind.

Yangyang sucks in a breath, pressing his knuckles to his mouth as he straightens.

“That was- Wow. Okay. I- Uh. Wow.”

You let the heat grow stronger in your cheeks, racking your head for an explanation or even a lie. Maybe you can say it was a mistake.

“I- I meant…” You lose track of your words. You can’t lie.

“I’ve never been confessed to,” he blurts, and if you squint, you swear you can see him blushing.

“Huh?”

Yangyang coughs again, followed by the same embarrassing sound. “That was- That was the first time.”

The silence between you is accompanied by the crackling of fire and the soft path-making of wind. You’re at a loss for words, something that you should be used to by now—they clearly belong to someone else.

“Oh my god, that was so stupid,” he says, pulling a horrified face as he frantically waves his hands about. “I meant to say I like you too but I- I guess I forgot to say it out loud. Ah, crap- I sound even stupider now, don’t I?”

Your lips twitch, trying to contain your smile but you’re seized with uncontrollable laughter anyway. The mortified expression on Yangyang’s face makes you burst into another fit of giggles before you can somewhat compose yourself.

“I think that’s the longest you’ve been quiet for,” you say in between recurring laughter. “Did anyone ever tell you being able to talk fast doesn’t get you ahead in debate clubs?”

Yangyang frowns.

“Oh, I just joined because I thought it’d get on your nerves,” he says, not a hint of jest in his voice.

You straighten away from him, the smile dropping from your face.

“You can’t be serious.”

He grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and offering no explanation. You huff in exasperation, getting up abruptly to avoid another oncoming headache. It’s a little difficult, considering you have the human version of it right beside you.

“Wait- Where are you going?” Yangyang scrambles up to his feet. “It’s my birthday, you know?”

You turn around and put your hands on your hips, a small smile on your face at the sight of him. “It’s midnight already.”

“Oh. How was I supposed to know?”

You laugh, shaking your head. Maybe the little rascal is special.

“Hey,” Yangyang calls. “You know, since this is the end of the world and all…”

You stare at him, heartbeat erratic at the lack of distance and despite the fading of teenage fantasies. Yangyang shifts nervously, glancing here and there while simultaneously trying to keep eye contact with you, an action which makes you hold back a chuckle. There’s a particular twinkle in his eyes but he can’t seem to be able to look at you straight.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, finally.

And what a daring end to the world it is.

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honeytae · 4 years

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What, are you scared?

hi, my loves! happy halloween week :) it’s officially the spookiest time of the year so i wanted to write a little scary movie content. jungkook is um..a major brat in this lol but i hope you all like it <3 tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff

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You vowed a long time ago to stay away from scary movies.

It wasn’t that you were a wimp; you just simply didn’t understand the appeal of subjecting yourself to jump scares and heart palpitations. It was an easy choice for you to avoid the stereotypical gory horror flicks, especially around this time of the year.

That was, until you started dating Jungkook.

Your boyfriend, naturally, wanted to watch the most terrifying and gruesome horror movies you’d ever seen as an annual Halloween tradition. You really couldn’t fathom why he liked them, as they were not only unnecessarily violent, but overall lacking in an actual plot line.

He was always seemingly unaffected by the films he’d pick out for you two to watch; just like tonight as he sat beside you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders and the other dug into the bowl of popcorn between his thighs.

Honestly, the beginning of the movie hadn’t been too bad, starting out relatively tame while both you and Jungkook laughed at the characters' obliviousness on the screen.

But it had only gotten worse, the film taking a dark psychotic turn that made you a little more than uncomfortable. Some of the parts in the storyline were just unnecessary and ill fitting, and definitely way too violent for your liking.

Toward the middle of the movie, it had gotten so bad that you had to distract yourself from the film's contents, Jungkook sitting next to you cluelessly as he munched on his snack. You tried to think about other things as you closed your eyes; happier things that didn’t involve a psychotic murderer clutching an axe to put through people’s necks.

But the attempt at inner peace was interrupted when your boyfriend suddenly wrapped his arm around your head and drummed his buttery fingertips against your lips, making you jolt and nearly scream at the unexpected action.

Jungkook tried but failed to stifle his chuckling, eyes shifting from the screen over to your face with a grin on his own.

“Popcorn?” He clarified, raising the food back up to your mouth from where his hand had dropped to your shoulder at your terrified jump.

“What?” He asked when you scoffed, grabbing the pieces from his fingers with your teeth before looking back at him. He cocked an eyebrow at you, smiling as you glared at him.

“You just love messing with me, don’t you?” You arched an eyebrow, Jungkook smiling in return as he nodded.

“Little bit, yeah.” He verbally confirmed, you shoving him on the arm as he cackled, nose scrunched with the boyish giggles spilling out of his lips.

“C’mere, baby, I’ll protect you.” He locked his arm around your front, guiding you back to lay against his chest as you easily complied.

You found yourself focusing on the books stacked on your coffee table instead of the gory scene playing out on the screen above it, still managing to jump when the silence of the room turned into screams once again when the masked killer jumped out to go after his next victims.

“Okay no, fuck this.” You shook your head, breaking out of Jungkook’s hold to switch the television off and breathing out a sigh of relief at the silence of the now black screen.

“What?” Jungkook placed his palm on your thigh, using it to boost himself off of where he was relaxed back into the couch cushion as he sat up to look at your face.

You did not turn toward him, stubbornly staring straight ahead at the blank screen as he observed your behavior. He smirked at your refusal to look back at him, reaching his hand forward to wrap around your torso.

“What, are you scared?” He poked you in the rib, making you scoff as you ripped his hand off of the sensitive spot.

“Right now I’m annoyed. Go do the dishes.” You crossed your arms sternly, getting a laugh from him as his hands landed on your hips and easily pulled you onto his lap.

“Why are you annoyed?” He asked with a grin, slipping his hand underneath your shirt and dancing his fingers across the skin as you gave up and laid your head against his chest.

“Because my absolute brat of a boyfriend makes me suffer through shit like that. Yearly.” You gestured to the tv, feeling his chest vibrate with his chuckles as he rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Aw, baby. Are you mad at me?” He pouted, craning his neck down to sprinkle kisses over your temple and cheek, giggling when you wrinkled your nose at his actions.

“Hm, go do the dishes and we’ll see.” You smirked, Jungkook huffing before shifting you off of his body, standing from the couch with a push of his palms to his knees.

“Anything for you, my love!” He clutched his hand over his heart dramatically, reaching his other hand out to you as he retreated into the kitchen.

You sighed as you were left alone in the dark room, feeling more than a little creeped out as you only heard the distant sound of clattering dishes as Jungkook dutifully worked through the stack of plates waiting to be washed on your kitchen counter.

You slowly rose from the couch, tiptoeing out of the living room and down the hall as you listened intently for any footsteps around you. Your hands skimmed the walls as you navigated your way to the base of the stairs through the dark, jumping and turning around at a sudden shuffling noise behind you.

The more rational side of you knew that you were simply paranoid, but god, what if someone was in your home right now? Someone like that stupid fictional character you’d just wasted so much time watching.

After hearing nothing, not even the dishes clinking in the sink from the kitchen, you decided to continue up the stairs to your bedroom. Creeping up the steps quietly, you quickened your pace, focused on your goal to hopefully climb into your bed to hopefully fall asleep and forget all about the storyline you had sat through the past hour or so.

Pausing momentarily at the top of the dark staircase, you turned around to make sure nobody was silently following you, only to scream as you collided with a firm chest.

You whimpered as Jungkook’s laugh bounced off the walls, not having to see the man in order to know that he was pinching the bridge of his scrunched nose.

“Fuck! Jungkook, you asshole!” You scolded the man, clutching your hands over your heart as you leaned against the wall.

That movie had shaken you up. Bad.

You frowned as Jungkook doubled over laughing, huffing as you tried to steady your heartbeat. It hit a nerve in you, rolling your eyes and turning from him with a wave of your hand in dismissal.

“Fine. You can sleep on the couch tonight.” You said decidedly, Jungkook’s laughs stopping and the hallway filled by his pleads instead.

“Wait, baby, no. Please.” He ran after you as you walked down the hallway, catching up with you and standing at your side.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and clumsily tripped slid across the hardwood floors in his socks as he hugged you from the side.

You had to suppress a laugh as he almost brought you down to the ground with him, stealthily catching himself as he latched onto your body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get that freaked out, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He asked softly, head perched on your shoulder as he peered curiously at your face.

You could tell by the sincerity in his tone that he was no longer teasing you, no longer treating you like you were just some big softie that couldn’t handle a scary movie. There was genuine empathy in his tone, albeit a bit of a chuckle stifled behind his words.

“You almost gave me a heart attack. Or stroke, maybe both.” You sighed, heart still pounding but now because of Jungkook’s attentive gaze on you.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He said again, pouting as he widened his bambi eyes at you.

You tried to remain strong as his lips sprinkled kisses over your neck, purposefully focusing on the sensitive spot underneath your ear as he tried to get you to accept his apology.

He definitely did not want to be in the dog house tonight, something that he reinforced with every press of his lips to your skin.

“Ugh, fine! You’re forgiven, just stop.” You laughed, Jungkook continuing his actions as he laughed with you, air fanning out on the skin of your shoulder as he began walking the two of you down the hallway to your bedroom.

“My little scaredy-cat.” He said with a kiss to your cheek, you shaking your head in annoyance at him as he giggled into your ear.

“Shut up.” You whined as you broke apart from him, plopping your body down onto the mattress as he slipped his shirt off of his torso.

You grunted when his body landed on top of yours, Jungkook giggling as he rolled off of your body and propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you.

With a tapping of his fingertips on your thigh, you wordlessly scooted toward him, facing him and lifting your leg to settle it on his hip. His hand automatically gripped the muscle, stroking the skin with his fingers as you exchanged relaxed sighs.

“Hey.” He tentatively spoke, his hushed voice interrupting the silence of the room. He didn’t want to wake you if you were asleep, but if he was having trouble drifting off, he was sure that you were, too.

“What?” You spoke at full volume, eyes remaining closed as you felt the affectionate touch of the back of his finger gently stroking the skin of your cheek.

“You wanna know something?”

You hummed, Jungkook taking it as a yes as he brushed his hair out of his eyes with his other hand.

“That movie was scarier than I thought it was. The trailer was deceiving.” He admitted, rolling his eyes when you gasped dramatically and sat up, using the leg you had thrown over his waist for leverage as you lifted yourself to kneel above him.

“Jeon Jungkook? Scared? Of a little movie?” You poked him in the stomach with each punctuation, making him groan as he grabbed your hand to stop your prodding finger.

“Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t of told you.” He sighed as you began squishing his cheeks with your hands, not being able to hold back his smile at your teasing.

“Aw, my sweet little baby.” You continued your teasing, cackling at Jungkook’s loud groan, whining out a dramatic “Stop” as you cooed at him.

You decided to pity the man, giggling as he pulled you down by the waist to press your body to his. His lips were stifling a grin, enjoying your teasing despite acting like he wasn’t.

“And I’m the brat?” He asked knowingly, you shrugging in response.

“Tie?” You raised your eyebrows in question, Jungkook laughing as he covered his face with his palms. His hands ran down his face, the back of his head sinking down into the pillow below him as he looked up at you.

“Alright, I’ve had enough. Go to sleep.” He scolded, contradicting his stern tone by planting a sweet kiss to the top of your head as you rested it on his chest.

“Love you.” You mumbled, increasingly sleepy with the body heat radiating from your boyfriend as he held you to his warm body.

“Mm, love you too.” He hummed as he shut his eyes, breathing becoming slower as he began to nod off with the puffs of your breath onto his neck. The room was quiet, the rising and falling of your chest lulling him toward slumber as his own did the same to you.

The next thing his conscious brain knew, your body jolted on top of him, pushing yourself up to a sitting position on Jungkook’s chest with your palms laid on his abdomen. The action caused him to groan, putting his forearm over his eyes as he sighed at the loss of sleep he had been so close to attaining.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled, moving his arm to his forehead but eyes remaining closed as you straddled his waist.

“I heard something, Kook.”

Your tone was distressed, causing his eyes to pop open immediately and pull you back down to his chest. He laid a comforting hand on the back of your head, securing you in his hold and making you feel less anxious immediately.

“It’s just the heater, baby. We’re fine.” He reassured you, breathing out a sigh of relief at the feeling of you settling down again, seemingly accepting the explanation as your limbs went deadweight again.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promised, his palm soothing up and down your spine, shutting his eyes again when he felt the vibration of you humming against his neck with a content nod of your head.

“And I won’t let you pick another damn movie ever again.” You grunted, Jungkook’s chest shaking underneath you as he laughed at your words.

“Deal.”

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lizbotw · 3 years

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I'm not sure if you're up for another request but this one is more for you! Eren plus your favourite song, I'll be looking forward to it! Again you don't have to do this if you're busy with our collab or other drabbles!😅(Is this because I feel guilty for making you write Bert first? Maybe..🙃)

FALLING FOR U | EREN

kristy. WHY. also the song is falling for u by peachy! ft. mxmtoon ♡

“Your hair looks good.” You brushed a few strands away from his forehead, face burning from the way his green eyes tracked your every movement. The grass surrounding you bit into your legs, scratchy and uncomfortable—you didn’t know how he could find this relaxing.

You shifted again, legs sore from sitting so long and fingers moving to card through the stray strands of his hair—pushing them back and away from his face—when a hand came up to curl around your wrist. Eren watched you for a moment, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your thumping pulse.

The field was empty aside from you two at the top of the hill and the shade of the overarching tree made it feel as though you were in your own world, safe from prying eyes and your biggest concern being finding more dandelions to blow out. Eren was laying on the grass in front of where you knelt, one arm folded back behind his head—lazy, comfortable, carefree; it was obvious he wanted both of you to just take a break for once.

“Yeah? I did it how you like but... I guess the wind messed it up,” he said, mischievous smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and he tugged at your wrist, coaxing you downwards wordlessly. You followed the command with no resistance—leaning over him, you tilted your head to match the angle of his, your free hand steadying you against the ground.

Your throat felt drier the closer you got. “Still looks good,” you mumbled and you swiped your tongue across your lips to wet them, noting how Eren’s eyes darted downwards to watch the movement before flitting back up to your own gaze—teasing and knowing.

He hummed in acknowledgement of your words, but didn’t say anything else when he closed the rapidly decreasing gap and kissed you, grip on your wrist keeping you in place—not that you were planning on pulling back any time soon.

“Bertholdt’s dating someone.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m surprised too.” Looking up from where your head lay in his lap, you could see Eren twirling a piece of hay between his fingers. His eyes shifted to yours when he felt your gaze and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You were currently hiding in the stables to avoid Levi and the surely long list of unbearable chores he had planned—you’d made a pact with Eren that if anyone asked, it was both of your ideas to do this. (If he threw you under the bus after what happened last time, you swore not even his titan form would be able to save him once you were through.)

The stray pieces of the hay bundle you were perched upon poked into your sides, causing you to keep shifting around to get comfortable. You didn’t even want to think about what your clothes looked like after this. Note to self: choose a better hiding place next time, preferably one with soft pillows... hmm...

Eren made a noise of amusement. “I wonder what it’s like.”

You struggled for a moment to remember what you were talking about, mind too preoccupied thinking about your bed. “To date someone?”

There was the sharp intake of breath and you could already see the gears turning in his head. “Yeah.”

Neither of you wanted to say what was on both of your minds—that could be us. (Then again, truthfully, you weren’t if he was even close to thinking that. You had no idea what any of this meant to him, just that you were friends who were slightly more affectionate than you probably should be—it only took you a second more to decide that it was probably just you thinking about it and you forced the thought entirely out of your mind.)

You decided to be agreeable for now—“Me too.”—and immediately looked over at the stable window, sunlight shining in and hurting your eyes. “Probably not fun. Too much work,” you added to ease the one-sided tension you were feeling before it became unbearable.

“You’re probably right.”

Your eyes met again before you even realized you were looking back at him—curse him and his magnetic words—and he flicked the piece of hay pinched between his fingers off to the side. One of the horses neighed and the idea of them silently judging both of you crossed your mind.

Eren shrugged. “Wonder who it is. Bertholdt can be picky.”

You were grateful for the focus to shift back to other cadet. “You don’t know who he’s with? Thought you’d be more interested in finding out.” The incredulous look Eren gave you told you his mind was already miles ahead, jumping to another... topic, his hand coming to rest on one side of your face and his thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth to test the waters.

“Don’t really care.”

As he leaned down, you closed your eyes automatically, tilting your chin up to make contact with him sooner. The kiss was a little lopsided and the brush of his bangs against your cheek tickled—his hair was getting a little shaggy lately and you’d probably have to help him trim it soon.

“Me neither.”

“I think I like you.”

You froze, heart hammering in your chest, the mop still clutched in your hand. Mechanically, you slowly turned to Eren and found that his back was to you, although when you didn’t say anything he stared at you over his shoulder and fixed you with a look you couldn’t decipher. It was as though the realization had hit him all at once and he couldn’t face you properly when he blurted it out—that or he’d been mulling over it a long time and finally had to just get it out, too embarrassed by the thought to look you in the eye. You weren’t sure which of the two options you preferred, but you did know one thing for sure.

“Eren, we can’t.”

He spun to face you now, grip tight on his broom handle (you two were in charge of cleaning one of the storage warehouses today, the evening sky glowing orange outside). “Why not?”

You should’ve known his passion for what he wanted would overtake him. You couldn’t exactly think of a good enough reason to give him either though. “I know you don’t actually feel that way.”

“But I do.” His voice was so earnest you could almost cry at the sincerity. His brows were furrowed in confusion—he acted so childlike sometimes you never knew how to handle him being so cute. His innocent demeanor did not match the way he was making your stomach do flips. “And I know you feel the same way.”

That had you biting the inside of your cheek because maybe it was true—you weren’t sure. Then again, you didn’t think you wanted to be committed to someone, especially not him, with the way things were—death and misfortune too commonplace for your liking. This whole ordeal was making your head hurt.

You leaned your mop against the nearby wall as he started up on another tangent, emotions overtaking him. “We wouldn’t have to hide us anymore and-“ You grabbed ahold of his collar and pulled his lips to yours, cutting him off, the tail end of his sentence muffled against your mouth. His broom clattered to the ground in his surprise, but then he was gripping your waist within the next second, tongue and teeth sharp against you as he kissed back with the same ferocity you’d grown used to.

He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, not letting up against your mouth until you turned your face away, his lips pressing against the lower part of your cheek now. “Eren,” you gasped, trying to fill your lungs with air, laughing as you felt him graze his teeth against the skin near your chin—he always left you breathless, even when you told him to ease up a little (not that you could complain much).

You could feel his own smile where he pressed in at the side of your face, and then he was chasing after your lips again, already deciding you’d had a long enough break.

Conversation successfully avoided it seemed—you were sure the two of you would never be able to fully talk anything out with the way you always ended up... distracted, let alone something like this. Who knows, maybe one of you would try to bring it up another day (you couldn’t wait to see what happened after that).

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Two is better than one

Note- Also my contribution to our weekly challenge based on the moodboard above.

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- All this shit just because you wanted some of that russian pussy or/ how you navigate a relationship with your new girlfriend and your fiancé.

Warnings- smut, mff threesome, over stimulation, dom/sub dynamics, poly relationship, no romanrogers, angst

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader x Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers x reader

Word count-6.5k

Masterlist

You had been hanging out with your fiancé’s friends at a bar. It was sort of a post-mission party, a way for everyone to relax and wind down. Steve Sam and Tony had just gotten back from a three week long mission. You had missed Steve terribly. Even though you talked daily it was still hard to not have him be there for you when you got back from work. Steve being the overprotective, sweet, perfect boyfriend that he is asked Nat to look after you while he was gone.

Normally you would've been mad. You’re a grown woman who can take care of herself. You didn’t need a bodyguard or caretaker. But it all worked out amazingly as you got to spend more time with Nat and somehow ended up becoming even better friends. You didn’t even notice when the three weeks were up.

“I bet I’m a better kisser than you” Nat cheekily smiling at Steve.

Everyone else had went home or to another bar. Right now it was just you and Nat in front of Steve in a booth. Somehow you had started talking about his ‘golden boy’ persona and his old school values.

“Yeah?” He returned her smile draping his arm over the back of his seat “I’m willing to bet you’re not”

“There’s only one way to find out” She giggled turning her head to her right to look at you biting her lower lip. You both had had one too many tequila shots.

“It’s only fair. She has already kissed you” You said to Steve referring to the time Nat had kissed him so they wouldn’t blow their cover. He was so sweet fessing up to you as soon as he got back, expecting you to be mad.

Before he could say anything Nat grabbed your chin crashing her lips onto yours. She felt warm and soft. You pressed your fingertips against the curve of her cheekbones. Her lips were just as plump as Steve’s albeit a bit smaller. She slipped her tongue into your mouth as you sighed into the kiss. She pulled away as you both tried to catch your breaths.

You were all silent for a while, Steve staring at the both of you, his lips pressed in a firm line. You couldn’t read his expression, which was strange. Usually you could easily tell what was going on in his mind. You knew how much men were obsessed with lesbians or girl-on-girl things but Steve wasn’t that kind of guy. “So?” he asked you.

“Who’s the better kisser?” Nat gave you a cocky smirk as she assumed she had already won.

“You’re both good...” You paused thinking about the right words to choose “in your own way”

“She’s just trying to spare your feelings Rogers” Nat scoffed.

“She obviously likes me better”

You changed the subject before the situation could escalate anymore. You had to resist the urge to ask Steve who was a better kisser between you and Nat. But you knew he would choose you. Nat sure had left you wanting more. You wished you could pull her in for another breathtaking kiss. You avoided looking at her for the rest of the night so you wouldn’t be tempted.

“Look at that ass” You giggled hanging off of Steve’s shoulder. You were too drunk to walk or to even comprehend what was going on around you. You felt so giddy and high as if you were weightless and on cloud nine. “Such a bubble butt” you tried to give it a nice smack but couldn’t from the awkward angle.

“Bubble butt?” He repeated and chuckled “it’s all yours baby” He said fondly. He punched in the code for your apartment heading straight for the bedroom and gently placing you on the bed.

He kissed your forehead to which you giggled some more. You plopped down on the bed staring at the ceiling which seemed to be spinning at the moment. He returned with your makeup wipes taking your make-up off your face. He always said you didn’t need it but helped you out whenever you wanted to try a new eye shadow. He did work well with colors and brushes.

“Ooh my head hurts” You scrunched your nose at the artificial lemony smell from the wipes.

He opened his mouth as if to say ‘I told you so' but then knew better and closed it running another clean wipe across your face he was done. “All done. You wanna slip into something comfortable?” He asked looking at your tight dress which pushed your breasts up together, giving you a much more prominent cleavage.

He threw the used wipes in the dustbin in your bathroom. You looked at him as he went about his nightly routine. Brushing his teeth washing his face. You reached back struggling to unzip your dress after some attempts you get a hold of the zip pulling it down. The straps fall off of your shoulders as you got rid of your strapless bra kneeling on your bed in just your panties. You started to fondle your breasts to entice Steve, give him a nice show. It had been weeks since you made love. You had to make do with your pink vibrator which wasn’t half as good as the real thing.

His jaw dropped as he looked at you squeezing your breasts together, gasping as you pinched your nipples. “Wanna fuck me daddy?” You moaned slipping your fingers in your panties to play with your clit. Before you could even reach it his hand stopped you holding onto your wrist.

“I don’t think so” He said holding your gaze “I’m not fucking you when you’re this drunk. It’s time for bed come on” he pulled your hand out of your panties and handed you his t-shirt which you often used as a sleep shirt.

“I can do it myself then” You huffed laying down on your side of the bed slipping your fingers between your thighs lightly grazing over your clit. You couldn’t concentrate not with Steve staring at you with his intense blue eyes. You whined pathetically pulling your hand out of your panties and giving up. You’ll get that dick soon enough, you were too tired anyway.

You didn’t need to look him to know he was smirking. You closed your eyes trying hard to sleep. If you aren’t hung over in the morning, which you probably will be, you can sneak in some morning loving from Steve before he goes to work. You felt the heat of his thumb on your hipbone, lingering there for a few seconds before he pulled your panties down. He knew you never liked to sleep with your underwear on.

“You wanna put on the shirt?” He asked to which you whined shaking your head. The silk sheets felt smooth and nicer against your naked skin. He covered you with the comforter switching off the lights, he pulled you into him, draping his arm across your stomach.

After a few minutes you opened your eyes and looked at him to see if he was asleep. You couldn’t really tell in the dark. You softly called out his name to which he gave no answer. “Would you hate me if I loved women like I love you?” you whispered in the dead of the night so lowly you weren’t even sure if you actually said it.

You felt tears streaming down your cheeks. Something you had hid from him since you started dating. You weren’t even sure why. You told yourself it didn’t really matter. You were never going to look at anyone else or think about anyone like that. You had committed your heart to him when you agreed to marry him. You heart now belonged to him.

“I could never hate you sweetheart” He admitted pressing a kiss to your forehead drying your tears off of your cheeks.

Of course he wouldn’t. You were so stupid to think something like this could ever change his feelings for you. Especially since he showed you everyday in so many ways just how much he loved and adored you. You hugged him nuzzling his neck.

“Do you – “ He paused clearing his throat “do you love Nat like that?” He asked speaking into your hair.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean I am sort of attracted to her and love her as a friend...” You trailed off.

You always had amazing chemistry with Nat. Well not always. She was kind of standoffish in the beginning. Almost mean to you when she gave you the shovel talk about not hurting Steve or else. Although you understood where she was coming from you decided it would be best to avoid her.

A simple florist like you didn’t have much in common with someone like Nat anyway. But then as you spent more time together you got to know her. A side of her she didn’t show to everyone. Now she was one of the most caring and kind person you know. A stark contrast to her first impression. You would go as far as to say she was your best friend. You did sometimes stared a bit too long at her for it to be considered proper. She was beautiful and graceful in everything she did, almost like a ballerina. But you never thought about those feelings or even let yourself think of her in anyway other than platonically. You would never do that to Steve.

“But I love you. I’ll never let anything come between us” You continued looking up at look at his face.

He was quiet for a while you thought he didn’t want to speak of it anymore ready to go back to sleep you tucked your head under his chin. “Would being with Nat make you happy?”

“I am happy” You spouted instantly. You were on the verge of panicking. This was the last thing you wanted, for Steve to doubt himself and your relationship.

“Would you be happier if you were with Nat?” He wondered.

“All I know is I would be miserable if I’m not with you” You said and left it at that untangling yourself from his arms to sleep on your back.

He hummed at that. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You resisted the urge to groan. You really were tired. “No. If I had I would’ve told you” You and Steve were each other’s first. You didn’t have any experience with men or women so when Steve when told you he didn’t as well, you were happy, there would be no pressure, no expectations to live up to.

“Would being with a woman – or Nat be different?”

“I don’t know probably” You could think of a million ways it would be different and amazing.

“If it’s something that will make you happy then I want that for you” He explained drawing patterns on your stomach.

You snorted “You?” you had come to know over the course of your relationship that Steve was jealous if anything. He absolutely hated it if another man even looked at you. There was that time when he pulled you into him by firmly gripping your waist, flexing his muscles and trying to act all ‘alpha' to scare the poor guy who was just trying to make small talk.

You would have been mad at him if you didn’t notice the slightest hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He did apologize to you. Confessing that he didn’t feel good enough for you which was beyond ridiculous. Steve was your best guy. Sure his tall and burly physic is what first caught your eye, but even if he didn’t have all that he has now, you’d still love him just as much. He still needed to get that through his thick skull.

He often sulked or pouted for a while when you’d go out with your friends leaving him alone to his own devices. He wasn’t overbearing enough for it to be annoying, but he was possessive enough for it to be almost cute. “You don’t know how to share”

“That’s not true. My Ma always said that sharing is important and made sure to teach me that” He said defensively.

“Sure”

“look I don’t like it when random men flirt with you. They don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve you – “ you opened your mouth to interrupt him but he didn’t give you the opportunity “I trust Nat. She would take as good care of you like I do”

As much as you would’ve liked to say that you don’t need or like to be taken care of, you actually did like it when Steve did it for you. You weren’t sure how you would feel if Nat were to do so.

“Are you sure?” You asked propping yourself up on your elbow. He nodded running his hand up and down the side of your waist. “What if it changes things between us?”

“then we end it” He said gravely which nearly frightened you.

You don’t remember when you dozed off. The next morning you asked Steve if he was still serious about it. Part of you was afraid it was some sort of test to see how loyal you were. Part of you was excited to get to explore a relationship with your crush. He said he'd be willing to give it a shot as long as you were honest with each other.

It was strange of Steve to act so... progressive? If that’s the right word for it. He was stubborn, often not willing to change. But it wasn’t too hard for you to believe that he’d make an exception just for you.

The moment Natasha laid her eyes on you, she knew she was a goner. She wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, or even love at times. But she knew she felt an instant attraction towards you. Just how sweet and naive you were. So soft, innocent, untainted by the world. She knew you had some sort of feelings for her, she could tell by just how nervous you got when you were around her.

She told herself she would only admire you from far. She had a habit of falling for unavailable people. She had managed to develop some sort of friendship with Steve and she wasn’t willing to jeopardise that.

She was more than surprised when you asked her out. Telling her that Steve was okay with it. And it took a lot to surprise her. She had seen everything. She never pegged Rogers to be someone who would share. She was for the first time at a loss for words. She wished she could see your face while you did it. Just how embarrassed you would be. But you did it over text. She agreed to it. Of course she did she would never say no to such an opportunity.

There you were so shy and nervous as if you were meeting her for the first time. You gave her a single stem of rose. “It reminds me of your fiery red hair” You said looking at the ground.

She was about to make a quip to ask if Rogers told you to say that, considering just how romantic he could be. But she decided to just accept the compliment and the rose. While eating dinner there were some awkward silences but for the most part it was quite pleasant. Nat never really dated. She didn’t have the time or space for it. She never felt the need to anyway. She told herself to not get her hopes up. She was still trying to figure out Steve’s intentions. She knew for a fact he wasn’t a cuckold. He couldn’t be. Although nothings impossible. Nat dropped you off at your apartment door, which was just one floor above hers. She pecked your lips for a quick kiss thanking you for your time and the rose.

Next order of business was to talk to Steve. He had a hard time lying or hiding his emotions, even if he wanted to. Which most of the times he didn’t. He was straightforward, direct, a no nonsense guy. Which was a blatant conflict to how he acted around you. He was still honest, but a lovestruck fool. She supposed that’s what loving someone like you does to a person. She was lucky to catch him while he was on a break. Sparing with a few recruits they were borrowing from the FBI for the time being.

He nodded at her to acknowledge her presence as if urging her to speak. Her curiousity ate away at her. What were his intentions? She knew him enough to know they couldn’t possibly be malicious.

She told him about what a good time she had with you. “how are you okay with this?” She asked.

“I think her hearts big enough for two people” He admitted. There was something about the way he said it, a wistful look in his eyes, how he seemed to try so hard to hide his sadness.

She didn’t really believe him. But she knew he would come around if he had any doubts.

For the next month you and Nat went on date quite often.

You were nervous if anything. Steve was your first partner. You had some experience before him but nothing too significant. You didn’t know much. He didn’t ask for much in bed either, other than making you keep up with his super solider stamina, which was a hard task in itself.

You knew Nat had plenty of experience. Word travels fast around here. You had also heard gossip about her sleeping with people on missions, which was very plausible now that you thought about it. You didn’t want her to find you lacking in any way. You thought the wine would calm your nerves but you only felt yourself becoming more and more nervous.

As things got heated after a movie night you had both moved to your bedroom, making out with teeth and tongue like horny teenagers.

Nat must have felt you tense under her as she broke the kiss to cup your face. “What’s wrong chernub?” she gave you a smile that made your heart melt. Her eyes so sincere, with such pure love in them, all for you.

“I just... well have you ever been with a girl?” You still weren’t sure what the status of Nat’s sexuality was. You didn’t ever ask her because it didn’t matter. All that matter to you was that she liked you.

“I have. But never with anyone I was in love with” She said giving your lips a quick peck, smirking at your dumbfounded expression.

“I – I love you too” You gulp down taking a few deep breaths, that was unexpected “You caught me off guard” You smiled back at her, leaning into her touch “I’ve never been with anyone but Stevie”

“Then I’m happy to be your first” she purred palming your breasts through your dress. She pulled it up by the hem leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost felt self conscious as she eyed your cleavage hungrily, unhooking and tossing your bra away. She quickly took off her blouse and jeans. Even in her haste she was so elegant, her movements so smooth as her maroon lacy bra slipped off of her arms.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her breasts. They looked so smooth, her dark pink hard nubs perfectly complimented by her pale porcelain skin. You awkwardly held each in your palm, lifting them up as if to weigh them. They were just the right size and filled your hands perfectly. She let you explore her breasts, trace your fingers over her body, dipping them in her belly button, before she harshly pushed you onto your back, your head hitting the pillow.

“There’s no way I can be patientl with you” She said training quick butterfly kissing down your body.

“Wait! I want to go down on you” You requested. You had spent hours researching on how to please a woman. Even if you were nervous, you were excited to explore her body.

“That’s alright baby. I’m a giver” She winked at you. She stared at your pussy in awe, her lips so close to it that you felt her hot breaths against your warm folds. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at her. You gasped loudly as you felt her lick a strip against it, wrapping her lips around your clit, harshly sucking on it. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wouldn’t be patient with you. You held onto the headboard trying your best to muffle your moans and screams.

You could feel yourself on the edge of it heaven. It was all too good. But then she stopped. You whined at the loss of what could’ve been an amazing orgasm. You looked down at her about to complain to do something to make her continue. You followed her gaze to your door and stared in horror at Steve standing there staring at Nat’s head buried in your pussy. What was more shocking was the very evident dent in Steve’s crotch, which almost looked painful.

You weren’t sure what you could say. Do you apologize? He gave you permission to date her. He never said anything about being intimate. You were about to explain, that it was spontaneous, that you weren’t thinking, you’d stop then and there if he asked you to.

But then “Would you like to join us?” Nat asked tracing your folds with her fingers. You shivered under her, being too sensitive and overwhelmed.

“Yeah I think I will” He said unbuckling his dark leather belt, his dress pants falling to his ankles. He stripped down to his underwear staring you down. “I’m going to have to punish you, after all” he took off his boxers his cock slapping against his abdomen.

“Wh – punish me?” You stammered panicking. Any other day you would act out purposely just so you could get punished. You loved this dark, unhinged side of him he only showed to you behind closed doors. How he bent you over his knee and make you count the smacks he delivered to your bum.

But right now, you were still mourning your ruined orgasm. You absolutely could not take any kind of edging, you have to come.

“He’s right” She smirked looking back at you.

“How do you wanna do this?” He asked Nat stroking his cock. Which did mildly infuriated you. They were ignoring you.

“I might have an idea” She pulled you up as Steve laid down on the bed. She guided him inside you as you straddled his hips and she crouched down with his thighs between her legs, drawing slow intricate circles on your clit.

You weren’t use to this position. Steve only ever liked making love while looking at you, he clearly wasn’t pleased with only being about to see your back. He grabbed at your hips angrily thrusting up into you. Where did your sweet innocent lover go? Seems like Natasha was a bad influence on you both.

You gasped into Nat’s mouth as you felt him filling you up. You vaguely heard her mockingly asking Steve to take it easy on you. You couldn’t think about that right now. All you could focus on was her fingers on your clit and Steve’s cock brushing up against your g-spot. It was all too good and too much.

“It’s all... It’s too much” You whimpered leaning away from Nat, pressing your palm on Steve’s stomach.

Steve abruptly stopped his thrusts “Are you alright princess” He petted he back of your head and smoothened your hair. You felt his back against yours as he got up wiping the sweat off of your forehead, pushing the hair that was sticking to it back. “You’re such a good girl. My sweet girl. ” He murmured as he kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You calmed down as you tried to focus on your breathing. You didn’t know if you should be frustrated or relieved that they both just stopped. His hot and hard length was still buried deep inside you. You couldn’t take it anymore. You rolled your hips as his breath hitched.

Nat snorted “You have no idea how this game works, do you?” She pushed Steve back onto the bed instructing him to keep rutting up into you. You could do nothing but whimper.

Steve was a bit apprehensive. There was this one time he accidentally elbowed you in your ribs. He’s guilty about that to this day. He once told you his worst nightmare would be hurting you. That he wanted nothing else in this world but to make you happy and treat you like the princess you are. You smiled at the memory, he sure did have a way with words.

You cried as Nat rolled your clit between her fingers. She kissed the side of your mouth urging you to come. “Come on my fingers” She ordered.

Steve didn’t like that. He plunged up into you. You don’t think you have ever felt him this deep inside you. “Go ahead baby girl. Let go” He rasped. You could feel his muscles tightening beneath your palm. He wasn’t too far behind you.

You screamed in pure bliss as the coil building in your belly snapped, putting an end to your agony. You felt Steve’s grip on your hips stiffen as the pace of his thrusts escalated. “Fuck – shit” he cursed and groaned as you felt him come inside you.

You hugged Nat as you stayed like that for a while. His cock softening inside you. You clenched around him just for fun, which earned you a slap to your bum.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” Nat helped you up, Steve’s cock slipping out of you, you hissed at the empty feeling. His come oozed out of you. Steve hummed at the sight, playing with your folds before pushing his come back into you. You whimpered as you felt his fingers enter your overworked pussy.

“I’m sorry doll” He drawled out.

Nat carefully cleaned your thighs and your heat with a warm washcloth then tossed it to Steve. He cleaned himself up and asked if you wanted a bath.

“No I’m too tired” You murmured as you fell asleep sandwiched between them. It felt nice to be surrounded by soft comfortable warmth.

It was quite easy for you to fall into a routine with your two lovers. You had been dating Nat for months now; if you could call it that. No one from the team suspected a thing. Both Steve and Nat, unlike you, were private people. They didn’t broadcast their private lives for everyone to see.

You also found that they were similar yet different in so many ways. Nat was more of a friend to you then Steve was, he was the man out of time after all. Nat liked the same movies and songs as you did. You could go shopping with her and go to concerts with her, share so many things together.

You also found that Steve was a lot more jealous and possessive than Nat. While Nat was grateful to be in your life and that she got to spend time with you. Steve often wanted monopoly over you. Nat would tease him about how your unorthodox relationship is a nice exercise for him to humble himself.

Which is why you were surprised when you found out just how dominant and controlling Nat could be in bed. She had to have things go her way. There wasn’t room to argue with her even Steve followed her orders, the few times he did join you both. He would say he likes to concentrate on pleasing you and doesn’t care too much about Nat interrupting his process. Nat was happy with just you or you and Steve.

It was strange to be with them both together. Mostly in a good way. They gave you such intense earth-shattering orgasms. You were afraid you were truly ruined for anyone else. When laying down boundaries you asked them to not kiss, but you were okay with them doing everything else. Steve did find it strange. How would you be okay with them being intimate and object to them kissing? Nat however understood why kisses somehow felt more intimate to you.

They both didn’t really want to do anything together. Steve was adamantly against it. Which was unsurprising to you. Sex was a big deal to him. He probably didn’t plan on doing it with anyone but you for the rest of his life.

They were both amazing kissers. But Steve did it much more often than Nat. He had no qualms about showing you just how much he loved you everyday. Nat sadly did. She was generally more distant. You tried your best to not take it personally, to let her move at her own pace. But you couldn’t help but want her to be closed to you, to tell you things she wouldn’t to anyone else, to trust you, she did claim you were the love of her life.

“Baby” you breathed out as you looked up at her. You were laying on her lap while scrolling through your Instagram. Steve had been gone for over a week on a mission. This could be the perfect moment. You did hear that communication is important in any relationship.

“What’s up?” She asked. You were always amazed at how smooth and sultry her voice was even when she was trying to be casual.

“Tell me a secret” You put your chin on top of your hands on her stomach. Batting your lashes at her, though that trick only works with Steve.

“What kind of secret?” She asked squinting at you, ltickling your armpit as your squirmed.

“Something you’ve never told anyone else” She hummed. You felt an ache in your heart at that. A part of her will always be beyond reach for you. You could never comprehend what she had been through, still you would like to at least try. “Well why don’t you just tell me what you want more than anything?”

“Some ice cream with whiskey sounds really good right now” she deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes at that. Sitting up straight to let her know you meant business. “No. I meant, if you could have anything what would it be?”

You waited several long minutes. She looked like she was contemplating what she wanted to say. “More than anything? I guess I’d want a family. I have one right now. But kids and a white picket fence sounds like a dream” She looked at your confused face, her eyes had never looked so empty and sad “I can’t, you know? They do a procedure which makes you sterile forever. But I’m happy right now. I don’t need that. I guess you only want what you can’t have” she shrugged. Moving into the kitchen to look for some ice cream.

You weren’t sure how you should react. There wasn’t anything you could do to better the situation. The fact that the procedure would most likely have been done with out her consent made your heart ache. “You know there are more than one way to become a parent”

She came back with two bowls of ice cream, handing one to you. “This job doesn’t really leave room for that kind of luxury. What about you? Do you and cap have plan on having kids? I’m sure he’d love to have the American Dream”

“Not really” You said looking at your melting ice cream. You had an inkling of a doubt till now but you could confirm it. She didn’t really consider herself part of your throuple. She didn’t see a future with you and Steve. She had always had one foot out the door. “I’ve never wanted kids. And Steve well... you know his job...” you mumbled playing the harsh edges of the sparking diamond on your engagement ring.

”There’s no point in thinking so ahead. Things are always changing” she said wistfully.

“Do you see a future with me? With me and Steve?” You hopefully looked up at her.

“What kind of future do you expect?” she asked in a tone that scared you, she hasn’t spoken to you like that since your first meeting.

“I don’t know. What we have now is perfect” You confessed.

“What we have now, is that you’re going to have your fairytale wedding to Steve” She rolled her eyes. You had never seen her be jealous of him. “And then who knows what happens to us. Let’s not do this. Things are good as they are” She declared in a tone that didn’t leave room for negotiation.

“No” you said firmly “I don’t want a casual relationship. There’s nothing casual about how I feel. You can’t just be like that. Like you’ll leave whenever you want!” you threw your hands up exasperated with her.

She furrowed her brows staring you down, as if that would intimidate you. “You have treated me like a sidepiece from the beginning. How many times have you brushed me off to spend time with Steve? How many people know about us?” She asked gesturing her hand between both of you. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too”

“I’ll tell everyone then. Whatever it takes to be with you” you pleaded. You weren’t ashamed to beg. It was clear to you now that you had always treated Nat as if she was less important than Steve. It wasn’t because you loved her less than him, it was because Steve had a tendency to be jealous and insecure. Apparently she was really good at hiding her feelings, better than Steve anyway.

“You can’t do that” She said flatly. “He’s captain America. We’re the Avengers. We have a reputation to maintain. We’re controversial enough. We don’t need any more scandals” She said shaking her head.

“Then we’ll figure something out” You hugged her side, seeking her comfort, you didn’t like the direction this conversation was heading in.

“No” She shook you off getting up from your sofa, placing her bowl on the coffee table. “this whole thing was a mistake from the start. I should’ve known better than do this with someone like you” She said as you looked at her with watery eyes and quivering lips “I’m sorry dove. We just want different things” She swiped your tears before averting her gaze and leaving.

You hugged your knees sobbing like you never had before. Your dream, your fantasy was ripped from you. One minute you felt as if you were on cloud nine, you had two wonderful people who cared so much for you, who loved you for you.

And now you were drowning, in your sorrow, in guilt and in pain. Knowing that you only caused them both pain. You failed to make them as happy as they made you. You didn’t deserve either of them.

Steve was more than excited to see his girl after over two weeks. Before Nat he was always worried to leave you alone. He knew how much you liked having company around, how you would get lonely and lost in your intrusive thoughts and worry about him.

Initially it was hard to share you. Not being the love of your life, like you are to him, was disappointing to say the least. Then he saw just how happy Nat made you. He understood that just because you loved Nat, didn’t mean you loved him any less. He still had his moments of jealously here and there, but at times like these, he’s thankful for you both.

He punched in the code to your apartment, opening the door, expecting to run to you, hug you and cradle your soft form in his arms. But as soon as he step his foot in, he knew something was wrong.

He called out your name looking for you. He saw you laying on the sofa in a fetal position making yourself small, a blanket covering you, you were surrounded by chocolate wrappers and what looked like cheeto dust. He walked owards you, stepping on the wine spilt from your glass. He straightened the glass putting it away from the edge of the coffee table, crouching down to look at your face.

Tears left your eyes as soon as you saw him blocking the tv. You sat up hugging him, pushing your face into his chest. He could hear you little sniffles as he ran his fingers through your hair to sooth you. Your hair, which is usually silky and smells like vanilla, was greasy and smelt of chinese take out and wine. He could tell you hadn’t showered in a while.

After a while of holding you to him he cradled your face in his hands. “Hey” he said softly taking you in. You looked miserable. Your eyes and nose red, your face completely defeated. “What happened?”

“Nat broke up with me” you whimpered as if you couldn’t believe your own words. “Said she wanted kids and we’re not compatible. I don’t know” You whimpered again, so overwhelmed and exhausted.

“It's okay calm down” He never would’ve expected this. Though in hindsight he should've seen this coming. He deemed Nat worthy of you because she was passionate and loving. But she didn’t have the best romantic track record. That paired with your unusual situation, this was bound to happen. “It’s okay” He said again cuddling with you on the sofa. He whispered sweet nothings in your hair. He would’ve almost been glad if this had happened a few months ago. But now when he had come to slightly like the dynamic the three of you shared and seeing just how heartbroken you were. He wasn’t sure he could ever forgive Nat.

“You have me. You’ll always have me” He whispered in your hair and meant it. When he said he loved you for the first time, over a year ago, he had decided that you would be together forever, that he’ll be there for you, protect you no matter what. His love for you was unconditional and knew no bounds. It could survive anything.

“You promise?” You asked him shyly. Your voice so weak and trembling. He wished he could wrap you up and hide you from the whole world.

“Yes I promise” he kissed your forehead.

“You still love me?” You looked up at him with your sweet innocent eyes.

“I’ll always love you. Nothing will ever come between us” He swore holding onto you as you cried yourself to sleep. You’ll be okay, eventually. He knew that but it was hard to see you this broken.

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xaphrin · 4 years

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Maybe I wasn’t going to use my hand.

Raven woke from her dream with a start, the book on her chest sliding down to the floor with a smack. Afternoon sunlight slid through the crack in her curtains, and delicate, dulcet tones of Bach were playing softly from the speaker on her nightstand. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she lay on her bed, carefully shifting her still-injured leg as she tried to wipe the cobwebs from her memory. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mind felt like it was racing as she tried to both remember and forget the dream she just had.

Deep, olive skin pressed against her own.

Soft, dark hair.

Even softer lips…

...buried between her thighs.

Raven groaned and she shifted her legs under the covers, biting the inside of her cheek. Her skin felt tight and itchy, like she needed to be touched or she might split open and all of her secrets would come spilling out. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reaching for the book on the floor. She couldn’t let the dream rile her up like that. She had far too many things to be thinking about - her senior thesis, her grad school application, her finals in two weeks. Sex was not one of the things she needed to be thinking about right now. Especially not sex with Damian.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair and opened up her book, her eyes becoming unfocused as she tried to read the words on the page. Her body hummed, reminding her that it had been a long, long time since she felt the sweet release of orgasm. Of that bone-deep exhaustion that left her feeling like fog drifting on a still pond.

No. She had important things to think about. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, but her body pulsed again, so eager for something it was almost painful. Raven’s resolve felt weak, and with an embarrassed flush she fumbled in her nightstand drawer and pulled out her small vibrator. She turned it onto its lowest setting and shoved it under the covers and under her clothes, pressing it against her clit.

Oh. Yes. That was exactly what she needed.

Raven sucked in a soft breath and settled back against her pillows, closing her eyes as she felt the sweet, sharp pressure build inside her. Immediately, her mind was suddenly filled with all the images of her mid-afternoon dream. Damian’s too-green eyes watching her as his tongue traced her, lapped her up, enjoyed making her squirm. He bit her thighs, hummed his pleasure, told her how fucking good she tasted. He curled his fingers inside her and pumped with quick, hard, angled strokes that left her feeling utterly breathless. Her neck against the pillows and Raven sighed again, turning the vibrator up a little higher, clenching her teeth as pleasure continued to radiate through her.

She wished she could say this was the first time she had a sex dream about Damian, but it wasn’t. This was a dirty little secret she could barely admit to herself. She had been having these dreams for years, but only since their date last week that the dreams had started coming with more frequency and vibrancy. This last one was vivid, and it made her feel like she’d lost control of everything, until all she wanted was to tumble into Damian’s bed and let him fuck her into oblivion. Raven reached over and turned up her speaker a little louder, Bach now drowning out the sound of her vibrator.

Raven thought back to their kiss, and let go of another sigh, her stomach tightening. He tasted like the wine from the restaurant and mint chapstick, and she realized she could have spent all night kissing him. He was stupidly good at it, and he tasted delicious. She bit into her lower lip and slid a hand under her shirt, her fingers teasing her nipple and imagining it was Damian’s hand on her breast. It hadn’t been the fumbling touches she had gotten used to from her previous boyfriends, but something sure and possessive. It felt as though he branded her as his and his alone.

I want to make you come.

Raven pinched her nipple and her back arched as she felt electricity pool beneath her belly button and deep between her thighs. Her breath was short and shallow, and she could feel the siren’s call her release tightening in the pit of her stomach. It didn’t feel like any time she’d masturbated before. This felt like something wholly different. She swallowed a low moan and clicked the vibrator up as high as it would go, leaving her twisting underneath the sheets, letting the sensation take her off this plane of existence and somewhere else. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath short and staccato, and her mind was filled with every image of Damian she could conjure. His eyes, his smirk, his too-full lips, his low voice, his hands on her body, and-

Raven came suddenly and without warning, barely muffling her moan with the back of her hand. Her whole body seized up as she lay there and let wave after wave of pleasure pull her deeper and deeper underwater. Colors seemed bright and sounds scraped against her skin, her senses muddled and messy. Finally spent, she lay there, drenched with sweat and twitching, but actually satiated for the first time in months. Her hand fumbled for the off switch, and she turned off the vibrator, letting herself bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Holy hell.

It took a few moments for her thoughts to congeal back in her head, but she felt… good. Far too good. She sighed and stared at her ceiling, her mind remembering their date and flicking through the moments we spent together. It would have been easy to continue to dislike him if he’d been the jerk she always expected him to be, but he wasn’t. He was surprisingly sweet in his own way, almost charming, and damn if he wasn’t a good kisser. He played her like a finely-tuned instrument, and she loved it.

Raven sighed and pushed at her hair, chewing on her lower lip as she thought for a few, long minutes. This was not how her senior year was supposed to go - falling for her arch-rival. Who she was pretty sure wanted to sleep with her, and she definitely wanted to sleep with him.

A knock came from her door, shaking her out of her thoughts.

Raven sat up, trying to shove her hair back into a bun so she didn’t look like she’d just been masturbating. She cleared her throat and called out. “Come in?”

The door opened to reveal Damian with a stack of papers and a bag from her favorite burger place on the other side of town. She felt embarrassment darken her face, as though he could somehow sense that she’d just been pleasuring herself to thoughts of him. She tugged at her shirt and adjusted the blankets over her legs, feeling her vibrator rest against her thigh. Damnit. At least it was still off, so he wouldn’t have any idea of what had been happening in her room just minutes ago.

Without her consent, her stomach growled furiously, but he just laughed and walked in, closing the door behind him. “I take it you’re hungry?”

Raven tried not to look guilty, and she shrugged. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw Donna in the Rec and she mentioned you hadn’t been able to get on campus for a while, so I picked up your papers from your American Lit class and your Baroque Lit class. I wasn’t sure if you needed any of it for your senior thesis.” He shrugged and handed her the papers. “And I grabbed notes from a classmate for you. And lunch for you too.”

Raven blinked as he set the papers down next to her, and the bag of food on her nightstand. There was a long, slow pause before she spoke. “Who are you, and what did you do to Damian?”

He lifted an eyebrow, his lips curling up into a smirk. “Would you rather I treat you with cold indifference? Because I will gladly eat that burger-”

Raven snatched the bag off the nightstand and glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”

He let go of a low chuckle and sat at the edge of her bed, glancing around her room. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

“I can see that.” She reached into the bag and shoved a fry into her mouth, never looking away from him. “I just don’t understand what would make you stoop so low.”

He shrugged, but she could see a shadow in his eye, as if there was something he was trying to keep secret from her. “You told me to keep making you change your mind. So… here I am, trying not to make your life a living hell.”

“That’s so kind of you.” She ate another fry. “But I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. You want something, don’t you?”

There was a long pause and Damian sighed in defeat, casting a sideways glance at her. “I need an out.”

Raven unwrapped the burger and took a bite. Heaven. He even knew how she liked her burger? Who was this man and how did he know her so well? She wiped at her mouth with a napkin and pitched forward an inch, her eyes searching his profile. “Sounds suspiciously like you need a favor.”

“I… might have told my father that I was helping an injured friend to avoid going to a gala tonight.” He scratched at his chin and glanced away. “Father said send proof.”

“You want to take a picture of me and my sprained ankle to get out of a gala?” She took another bite and chewed slowly, watching him through narrowed eyes. If she had only known this burger came with caveats, she would have never eaten it. Maybe. Raven swallowed, still staring at him. “And you’re trying to bribe me with food and kind gestures.”

“Just the food, actually.” Damian shrugged. “The kind gesture really is to get you to change your mind about me.” He smirked and leaned closer to her, meeting her stare. “As long as it works.”

Raven watched him for another long moment before rolling her eyes and sighing in defeat. “Fine. You can take a couple pictures. But you owe me. And I don’t want your family to start thinking we’re dating or anything.”

“I wouldn’t dare subject you to that shame.” He laughed and rearranged the books on her lap and easing her sprained ankle out from under the covers. He propped up her foot with a pillow and rearranged a few things, making it look like she was desperately needing his help, before taking a picture. “Ah. Looks good. You look so helpless and buried in homework.”

She narrowed her eyes. “The entire Wayne family better not think I’m some helpless, vapid sorority girl.”

He picked up a particularly thick book on her lap and snorted, looking at the title. “Not with these kinds of books surrounding you.”

Raven watched as he moved to the other side of her bed and sat down next to her, resting against the headboard like he was helping her out with her homework before taking a selfie of both of them. There was some clicking as he wrote a message, and then he sent it off to his father. Damian looked down at her with a teasing smile, but didn’t move off the bed. He looked content enough to sit there forever, and Raven was inclined to let him. As silly and foolish as that sounded to her.

“There. Now, he stays off my back, and I owe you a favor.”

“A favor from a Wayne is like a golden ticket.” Raven reached for her unfinished food and glanced over at him. This felt intimate, the warmth of his body pressed against her own, while the soothing sound of Bach filled the small space between them. Her heart climbed into her throat and beat out an increasingly frantic rhythm, as Raven realized she had no idea how to handle this. The last time he was in her room, they ended up making out on this very same bed and he told her he wanted to make her come. She shivered and closed her eyes, trying to keep her mind from wandering.

“The frat is throwing a party after finals.” Damian picked up a book and paged through it, as if he suddenly needed something to do with his hands. “You should come and hang out. Hopefully your ankle will be all good by then.”

She shrugged, picking at her food. “Sure. I know Donna and Karen will be there.”

Damian nodded, and there was another long stretch of silence between them. He fidgeted with the book, and Raven could feel the tension start to spike between them. There was something building inside him, and this forced silence was only going to make it worse.

Raven sighed and gave him a flat stare. “Whatever you want to say, say it. Because this awkward silence is starting to freak me out, and I don’t know what you want.”

Damian searched her eyes for a long moment, leaning over towards her side of the bed. Oh. Oh. With a mental slap to herself, Raven realized that he was moving towards her as if he wanted to kiss her again, and she desperately wanted to return it. The back of his knuckles slid along the line of her jaw, and she found herself tilting her face up towards him, closing her eyes and waiting for the world to stop. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to do far more than kiss, but she’d let herself be content with just this.

He moved closer to her, the sound of her covers shifting mingling with Bach. She could feel his heat and smell his soap, and it all felt too real and too much. Damian leaned over her, his thigh pressing against hers through the blanket, and-

The room was suddenly filled with a very distinct hum.

Her vibrator.

He accidentally turned her vibrator on.

Raven froze, as if she thought she might be able to disappear into the floorboards in order to escape this moment. Damian pulled back, pressing his lips together as he fought back a laugh. Raven reached beneath the covers and found the vibrator, fumbling to turn it off before she shoved it back into her nightstand drawer. Heat stained her face and Raven sunk down into the bed, pulling the covers up over her head, hoping he could just forget all of this.

“So…” Damian’s voice was low and teasing. “I have about forty very curious questions.”

“Please shut up.” Raven wrapped the blanket tighter over her head and groaned. “Can you just… go away and let me die in peace?”

“If you want.”

She could feel Damian moving off the bed, taking a moment to gather his things. The door opened, but he didn’t step out. A second passed and Raven stole a glance over the edge of her blanket to see him standing there, staring at her with a bemused smile on his face.

“You know it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Raven buried her head back under the covers. “Please. Just go away.”

She heard him walking back to her, and felt the press of his lips against her head through the blanket. Heat filled her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend that none of this was happening.

“Next time let me know…” Damian’s voice was pitched sinfully low, like a warning rumble of thunder. “...I’ll be more than happy to help.”

Raven’s eyes slammed open, and she sat there, frozen under her blanket, listening as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. A whole, silent minute passed as she let his words slide over her again, burying deep into her brain.

Wait.

What?

#damirae #demonbirds #college au #in which we finally get to ADULT NONSENSE #and then it just gets increasingly awkward from there.#thanks for being so patient for me

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seanfalco · 3 years

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New York State of Mind: Part IV | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 5k Warnings: Language, Smut (rough sex, public sex), Recreational Drug Use Summary: Win’s Nathan has finally figured out Lydia’s hidden kink and gets to reap the benefits while Win and Lyddie’s Nathan have some fun of their own and decide to help Lydia audition for a Broadway musical. a/n: The fourth and final installment of the New York City arc, but don’t worry, there’s so much more yet to come.

[ masterlist ] [ New York State of Mind: Part III ]

"I want you!"

Lydia pressed Win's Nathan against the wall as soon as they walked into the room, kissing his neck and tugging at his shirt aggressively. "Do you guys want us to move somewhere else so you get the room?" she asked, glancing over at Win and her own Nathan.

"Nope," he chuckled, knowing better than to try to contain Lydia's hunger when she got a taste of blood. "I wanna have a smoke anyway..." he glanced down at Win, a joint magically appearing between his fingers. "Wanna join me, Winnie?"

“You read my mind,” Win mused, glancing down at the blunt in his hand before back up at him, wetting her lips.

“Oh, good,” Win’s Nathan groaned, sliding his hands down Lyddie’s backside to squeeze her ass possessively. “Oh, I want you too Lollipop,” he exclaimed, directing the smuggest grin at the others.

Lyddie's Nathan shot his fiancé a wink before closing the door. He thought about going to the pool again, but Win seemed like a girl who liked surprises. "Let's go, baby," he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around her waist on the way to the elevator.

"God, you're so sexy!" Lydia crawled to the bed, ripping off her shirt and skirt as fast as she possibly could. "Come here, bet you won't feel lonely anymore..."

“You’re th’sexy one, babe,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, ripping his shirt over his head as he hurried toward the bed. “God, I want yeh so bad. Been thinkin’ bout last night all day.”

“Me too, Natty, it's been torture waiting to get my hands on you!" Lydia pulled him closer, their lips crashing together as she unzipped his jeans, humming with satisfaction. "You don't even know what you do to me..."

“Oh, but I do,” he groaned, between heated kisses, his jeans dropping to the floor and his hands roaming Lydia’s body, groping and pinching, pulling her closer.

"You do...?" she froze for a second, glancing over at the ginger ale on the nightstand before shaking her head slightly, pushing the idea away from her mind and going back to snogging.

“O-oh, yeah,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, dragging his lips down her neck, biting at her as his fingers teased her folds, feeling how wet she was. “You drive me just as crazy baby,” he murmured, guiding her hand to his erection. “See how rock hard I am? You did that.”

Lydia gasped as her hand found his cock. His words, his touch, his breathing, his smell... everything was driving her mad that night. "Oh, please use me, use me the way you want, make me yours," she whined, feeling her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.

Nathan's brows rose at her words and his mouth suddenly went dry. "Holy shit," he breathed. The lust drenched look on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and his cock gave a twitch in her hand. "Wanna do it doggy style?" he asked, pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh, it's been so long... Yes, please, Natty!" Lydia's chest heaved in anticipation as she jumped to her knees and turned around slowly, pressing her back to Win's Nathan's chest, taking her hair out of the way to give him access to her neck. "Make me," she purred.

"Oh Lyddie, fuck you're hot," he groaned, pressing his face against her shoulder.

Lydia moaned as she felt Win's Nathan's hand on her throat, melting in his arms when his other hand found her sex. "Go ahead, Nats, squeeze," she begged, grinding against his election. It's not like choking her would make a huge difference with her power, but she wanted it anyway. "Show me what a filthy girl I am, give me the punishment I deserve..."

"Oh, you're such a bad little girl, Lyddie," Win's Nathan growled in her ear, squeezing her throat til he felt her arch in his embrace, his fingers between her legs moving in a circular motion, gliding over her easily with how wet she was. "Oh fuck, I'm gunna love punishin' you. With my cock. I'm gunna fuck yeh til y’can't walk right tomorrow, love."

Lydia shivered from Nathan's voice next to her ear. "Give me a lesson, Natty, teach me to be a good girl for you," she managed to say, her voice strained as she fought not to come from the stimulation of his fingers. "I need you inside of me, please..." she stopped herself before saying 'sir', scared to freak him out.

"Oh, I'll teach yeh a thing or two, y'little minx," Nathan exclaimed, slipping his hand from her neck to her shoulder, forcing her down on all fours before him. "Oh, you're so fuckin' wet, so needy baby. I wonder why..." he mused with a smirk as he gripped his cock, teasing her folds as his hand on her shoulder slid down her back to her ass, spreading his palm over the curve of it before pulling back to leave a sharp slap.

With a yelp, Lydia fell on her hands, the knowledge that Win's Nathan could do anything he wanted to her was exciting. She moaned helplessly as the pain from the slap turned into pleasure. "You did this to me, you left me dripping..." she whimpered, still holding back her orgasm as he teased her with his cock. "More," she begged.

“More, huh?" Nathan mused, spanking her again, leaving a red welt across her ass as he pressed into her, gripping her hip with his other hand to stabilize himself as he thrust completely into her. "Like that?"

"Yes!" Lydia shuddered, crying with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Natty, you're so good to me, you make me feel so good... I wanna come for you," she turned her neck to look at him, the moments from earlier at the pub playing on repeat in her head.

Nathan grinned at the desperate look on Lydia's face. "Oh, you'll come alright, several times, if I have my way," he exclaimed, hoping he'd be able to hold out that long. Tangling his hand in her colourful hair, he yanked back, forcing her head up as he began to thrust into her, slamming into her with abandon.

No one had ever pulled Lyddie's hair like that, it just never came up, but it felt so good... One more thing to add to her list. With Win's Nathan's permission, Lydia came, biting her lip to avoid screaming. "Play with my piercings, pinch me, Natty," she asked, sweat dripping down her neck, but she didn't feel tired.

"Such a kinky thing," Win's Nathan groaned, biting his lip as he had to slow, needing to cool it or he was gunna come as well. Leaning over Lydia, he braced himself with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other, twisting at her piercing roughly as he continued to pound into her. "Ohhh, you feel so good. So good for me."

"All for you, just for you," Lydia murmured, feeling the tingling excitement starting to build in her lower stomach once again. "I love you," she blurted out, feeling confused, her mind in a haze with feelings and sensations.

Nathan nearly stopped in surprise at her exclamation, managing to only slow for a moment before bucking into her again. "I love yeh too, Lollipop," he grunted. "Fuck. So much," he murmured, kissing her back.

“I'm getting close again, baby," Lydia looked back at him with a pleased smile. "I might love you, but I still want you to ruin me," she moaned, moving back into his thrusts to get him to go deeper.

"Can do sweetheart," Nathan exclaimed, picking up the pace again, feeling his climax hovering, not sure how far he could last like this.

Lydia knew Nathan was probably struggling to keep going and she wanted him to feel good, especially after being so good to her... "I want you to come too, Natty, fill me up, baby."

“Oh yeah, I’ll fill yeh up sweetheart!” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he couldn’t hold back any longer, coming inside her with a broken cry, thrusting roughly several more times as he emptied himself deep inside her, hearing her moans as well.

Lydia fell on her back, still shaking from how intense that last orgasm was. She was spent, but never felt so great in her life. "Oh my God, Natty, you've outdone yourself... can you give me that?" she pointed at the bottle on the nightstand. "I'm so thristy, Jesus..."

Though his own muscles felt like water, Win’s Nathan crawled over to the table to grab the drink for Lydia. “You were wonderful, you were so fucking amazing Lyddie. I love you so much,” he murmured as he collapsed next to her.

"Thank you," Lydia sipped from the bottle slowly as her heart calmed down in her chest. "I love you too, Nats, you were perfect, I love it when you're rough to me..." she handed him the bottle back, laying on his chest.

Win’s Nathan pulled Lydia closer, wrapping his arms around her gently, soothingly running his hands up and down her back. “I like that y’like it rough. Win doesn’t like it that rough... it’s nice t’be able to share that with you,” he admitted.

"Yeah, it's our little secret," Lydia narrowed her eyes playfully before lifting her head to kiss him. "Hey, speaking of secrets, do you think you can keep a... " her voice disappeared as she realized what she was about to do. "I'm so tired, will you hold me as I fall asleep?"

“Secret? I can keep a secret...” Win’s Nathan murmured, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so when she changed her mind, draping herself over him he didn’t mind, simply holding her close as she fell asleep. “I think I might already know your secret, darlin,” he murmured when he was sure she was out. “And I think it’s adorable.”

Lydia heard Nathan saying something as she fell asleep, but she wasn't sure what, too exhausted to even open her eyes. The last thing that crossed her mind was how much she loved him, how much she loved her own Nathan, and Win, she doesn't even know how she used to breathe without them.

——

“Where are you taking me tonight, Nathan?” Win asked, wrapping her arm around Nathan’s back, excitement coursing through her.

"We're goin' to the sauna, baby." He smiled mischievously. "I could use some time t'relax... since it's closed there won't be anyone t'bother us."

“Ooo, sauna,” Win mused, “I’ve never been in one, actually,” she said, thinking about it for a moment. “Looks like another first I get to spend with you.”

"Me neither, I s'pose we'll figure it out together, love," Lyddie's Nathan mused, kissing the top of her head just as the elevator stopped and they stepped outside. "I love t'shag high, you've done that, right?"

“Oh, yeah,” Win exclaimed, leaning into Lyddie’s Nathan’s side, tilting her chin up to look at him. “It’s been a while, though. Have you really been thinkin’ bout this all day?” she asked with a laugh, feeling heat pool between her legs at the thought.

"Of course, it's kinda hard not to after what we've done, it was a real struggle not t'shag you earlier. I was hopin' t'get you for myself tonight..." Nathan led the way, unlocking the door to the sauna with a snap of his fingers.

Win's lips twisted in amusement as she thought about them shagging in that little car, trying not to be caught. That, plus the fact he'd been thinking about her all day only served to turn her on more.

"Really?" she asked, biting her lip. "Mmm, me too, actually," she admitted, following him into the dark room.

"Y'have?" Lyddie's Nathan shed his shirt and fumbled with the buttons on the wall for a bit. "Then you must be in desperate need for some attention, sweetie..." he pulled a lighter from his pocket to light up the joint between his lips.

Win watched as he inhaled, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before exhaling slowly, the smoke rolling over her and she grinned, taking the blunt from him to bring to her own lips, inhaling deeply, letting the calming effect of the marijuana spread through her before blowing the smoke away, coughing slightly.

"Oh that's nice," she murmured, offering the blunt back to Lyddie's Nathan. As soon as she turned around Nathan let his hands slip around her, seeking her breasts to fondle roughly as he kissed down her exposed neck, sucking and biting, leaving little love marks as he went before moving his hands, one going up to gently circle her throat while the other buried between her legs.

"Y'know, I've read somewhere that y'get high faster when your tits are out, we should try it..." Lyddie's Nathan snaked his hand under Win's shirt while taking another drag. "I'm so worked up, Winnie, I need it! And I know ya need it too," he passed the joint to her once again, idly rolling her nipples between his fingers while kissing the marks he left on her neck.

"Oh y'heard that, did ya?" Win asked with a smirk, her breath catching as he played with her tits, and she melted against him as he kissed her. "D'you like knowing that you made those?" she breathed as she pulled back to quickly shed her shirt, letting it fall to the ground at their feet.

"Yeah, I love knowin' that it was me... And you're mine," Nathan sighed, watching hypnotized as Win undressed under the light fog of the sauna. He wet his lips before leaning in to kiss her, his head completely empty except for the feeling of her lips on his. "Please, baby" he whispered, giving her what she wanted.

"God, I like hearing you beg like that Natty," she groaned, unbuttoning his jeans. "I need you too,” she murmured, kissing him back, her hands running down his bare chest. "Please what?" she purred, her hands pausing near his navel, before her fingers teasingly danced over his hip bones, tracing the little line of stars there.

"Please... ma'am? Please.... mistress? Please... let me shag your brains out?" Nathan mumbled, not used to being the one begging, his eyes glued to Win's hand on his hip. "I want you, really bad."

Win laughed, plucking the blunt from Lyddie's Nathan's fingers to take one more draw. "Mistress, huh, never been called that before," she mused, leaning in to press a kiss to his chest before moving lower, til she was on her knees before him. Looking up she wet her lips. "Y'know I've been thinking about this for a while now," she said, grasping his cock with one hand while the other lingered at his hip. "I've never got to suck you off yet," she murmured, laving her tongue along his length before circling his head and taking him into her mouth. "

"Jesus," Lyddie's Nathan clenched his eyes shut as Win took him in her mouth. "Yeah, I've been thinkin' about it too, but I didn't know if you'd be into it... God I'm glad y'are, this feels so good," his hand traveled to the back of her head, but without pushing, Lyddie liked when he pushed, but he wasn't sure Win would appreciate it. "Fuck, Winnie baby, I'll call ya anythin' if you keep doin' that..."

Win chuckled as she bobbed her head, pulling back to speak. "I don't know if you've noticed babe, but oral is kinda my thing," she murmured with a smirk, teasingly licking at him as she held his gaze before wrapping her lips around him once more, letting his tip hit the back of her throat as her other hand traveled down his hip to his balls, caressing them gently.

"Yeah, you're quite good at it..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured, enjoying every last second of that, but not wanting to finish and leave Win hanging. He still wanted to quench the thirst left by those kisses in the back of the car. "Your mouth is just... Oh, I should beg more often if that's what I get after."

Win pulled Lyddie's Nathan's cock from her mouth with a soft pop as she stood, raising up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "As much as I'd like to finish you with my mouth, where would that leave me?" she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want you inside me, Natty. Make me yours," she whispered, feeling sweat begin to coat her as the room filled with steam.

"Gladly..." Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win closer, kissing her urgently, greedily. "I guess now it's my turn," he grinned as he quickly switched positions, staying on top of her. He lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips, while teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. "And your turn to beg."

"Ohh, aren't you smooth," Win gasped, "you'll have to do better than that to make me beg," she teased, trying to keep the whine from her voice.

"Really? Okay, I s'pose I could finish myself off," Lyddie's Nathan teased further. "That's too bad though, I was really lookin' forward to fuckin' you so good you'd wake the entire hotel up, but if you don't wanna be a good girl..."

"Wait!" Win exclaimed suddenly, grasping at him, "I'll be good, please Nathan," she whined, wrapping her legs around him.

"That's better..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded, capturing her lips once again as he thrusted into her. "See? That's what y'get for bein' good, you like that, Winnie?" he groaned in between kisses.

“Oh, yes,” Win exclaimed with a sigh, “I love you, Natty,” she whimpered, burying her face in his chest as he moved in her.

"I love you too, baby" Lyddie's Nathan moaned, kneading her breasts somewhat gently, wanting to savour the touch of her soft skin. "I love you so much, my Winnie."

Win gasped as she came, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he continued to thrust into her, riding her through her high and she cried out, their sweat slicked skin sliding and sticking together.

“Oh, Nathan— I’m yours!” she panted as he came as well, filling her.

Lyddie's Nathan came as soon as he felt Win clenching around him, her moans only driving him crazier. " And I'm yours..." he panted, placing a loving kiss to her lips. "How'd I do today? Did I follow all your instructions?"

Win grinned incredulously. “You followed it to the letter didn’t you? Oh my God, Nathan, I... I don’t know what to say. That’s so sweet,” she murmured. “How are you so perfect?”

"I wanted t'make a good impression, you're my girlfriend too..." he shrugged, holding Win tighter. "You deserve it, baby, y'make me happy, y'make Lyddie happy... I love you."

“I love you too,” Win repeated, feeling tears prick her eyes. “It’s not often you get to fall in love with the same guy twice,” she murmured, stroking his face. “You have his face, and his name, and his life, but... you’re not him. You’re you and... you’re different and I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I love you just as much. I wanna be with you and him and Lyddie forever,” she murmured.

If she hadn’t been high, she didn’t know if she would have admitted so much, but it felt right to say and she waited for Lyddie’s Nathan’s response.

"Y'know, a while ago I told Lyds I couldn't imagine a future without her, and I still can't, I love that freaky little thing... But now I can't imagine a future without you, and I don't think she can either," Nathan didn't exactly know what he wanted to say with that, just that he wanted to be with them, this way, for the rest of his life…

Win hugged Lyddie’s Nathan fiercely, overcome with emotion for a moment. “It’s getting really hot in here,” she murmured, not exactly wanting to move, but also starting to feel a little lightheaded.

"Yeah, sorry, but y'know, maybe it's just me, I do that..." he waved his hand and the sauna stopped. "D'you wanna get back, baby?" he stroked her hair, still thinking about what she confessed.

Win giggled. "You are pretty hot," she murmured, snuggling closer. "I don't really wanna move, but..." she whined softly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

"Me neither, I just wanna stay like this... But how about Lyddie and your Nathan? They're probably gonna get lonely in a bed with only two people," he laughed.

"You're right," Win agreed, smiling softly. "I don't know if I could fall asleep with only one person in bed anymore," she admitted, sitting up. "Ugh, I wish we didn't have to walk and you could just magic us back to the room," she joked, “though I know it doesn't work like that."

"I'm not that powerful, but I can do this..." Nathan magically dressed and dried them with a silly flourish of his hands. "Come on, baby, we have a lot t'do tomorrow, and I'll need your help if this plan's gonna work."

"What did you have in mind?" Win asked, perking up despite how exhausted she felt, slipping her arm around his waist as they headed back to the room, wanting to be as close to him as she could.

"I'm gonna get Lyds into Rock of Ages, she'd be perfect for it. It does involve some strippin' on stage," Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes. "But I s'pose we can live with that," he stumbled out of the elevator, taking Win with him.

"You s'pose, huh?" Win teased. "I'm in. I remember the look on her face when we brought it up. I don't think she'd try for it otherwise, even though it's obvious she wants it." Win stopped as they got to their door, turning to take Lyddie's Nathan's face between her hands. "You're sweet," she said, rising up on her toes to press a peck to his lips. "And I love you," she continued following that with another kiss. "That's all, we can go in now," she laughed.

"And I love you, baby," he opened the door, still a little high with both the weed and the sex. He found he likes to be called 'sweet', it didn't happen often, but I felt good. "Look at these two," Nathan chuckled while undressing, Lyddie and his clone were completely out, holding each other.

“Like a couple of rabbits,” Win laughed, “though I suppose we aren’t any better,” she mumbled as she crawled under the sheets, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan’s arm around her.

"Yeah, we don't have much room t'talk," he wrapped his arms around Win, kissing her neck softly while one of his hands reached for Lyddie's. "Good night, baby."

——

The next morning Win’s Nathan stirred as he felt a pair of lips brush against his forehead. “Nathan, babe, wake up sweetheart,” Win’s soft voice in his ear said and he groaned, rolling toward her.

“Winnie? I missed you,” he whined and she laughed softly.

“I missed you too, but I need you to wake up. There’s something we need to do.”

Lydia sighed, mumbling incoherently, before shifting in her sleep, not waking up.

"I think bein' in a Broadway show will be great for her career," Lyddie's Nathan was on the phone with her manager. "It doesn't have t'be an open run, just a few months, and rehearsals don't start until October anyway. She can start on the new album as soon as we're back home as leave everythin' ready."

“What’s goin’ on?” Win’s Nathan asked as he sat up, looking around.

“Shhh, don’t wake Lyddie,” Win whispered, pulling him to his feet.

Lyddie's Nathan waved, signalling them to come closer and immediately putting one finger in front of his lips. "Then it's a deal, I'll sign her up right now, fingers crossed, ey? See ya, man." he hung up with a triumphant look on his face. "Now we just need a good video of her with the right song."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed as her Nathan quickly dressed. “So how do we get that?” he asked. “Are y’plannin’ on tellin’ her about it?”

"If she gets the gig we'll tell her, if she doesn't, she won't get hurt..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded as if he was the most brilliant human being on the planet. "I've never picked an audition song before, but from what Lyds told me, it has to match the show, so '80s rock."

“Good idea, babe,” Win agreed. “Eighties rock huh...” she mused.

“How about Don’t Stop Believin’?” The other Nathan suggested. “Is that from the 80s?”

"I think so, yeah. That song’s in the show, it could work... all we gotta do is film her, and e-mail the video, but how do we get her t'sing that...?"

"Hmmm," Lydia slowly sat up, stretching with a groan. "Good morning, loves."

“Mornin’!” Win’s Nathan yelped, moving in to distract her with a kiss.

“I think I have an idea,” Win whispered in Lyddie’s Nathan’s ear. “But I think it might work best if we’re out and about.”

"Then let's eat at the Hard Rock, take a walk around the theatre district, she loves it," Lyddie's Nathan whispered.

"Hey," Lydia immediately turned red remembering the night before. "Did you sleep well?"

“Like a log,” Win’s Nathan answered, running his fingers through her hair. “You? Feelin’ okay?” he teased. “Hope I wasn’t too rough.”

"I'm great," she hid her face in his chest, not wanting to stare him in the eye. "You can never be too rough with me, you were amazing."

“That’s good t’know, y’kinky little thing. Gives me some ideas,” he mused with a smirk.

“Perfect,” Win mused, watching Lydia, already with an idea in mind. “How are you feeling today?” she asked, turning back to the Nathan next to her.

"Never better, especially after our little talk yesterday," Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win into his arms. "How are you, baby?"

“Mmm, can’t complain,” Win exclaimed lightly before grinning and jumping up to give him a kiss. “I’m really good. Now let’s go get Lyddie this role.”

Lydia giggled quietly, running her hand through Win's Nathan's hair. "And you say that as we're about to leave? When I'll have to imagine it all day?" she looked around, everyone was already dressed. "I'll be ready in a second, guys, I swear," she jumped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

——

“Hey, Lyddie, do you know of any good music stores around?” Win asked as they walked, looping her arm in Lydia’s. “I was thinking ‘bout looking for a new guitar... as a little celebration for becoming your guitarist.”

"Aww sweetheart, you're so cute!" she sighed, pulling Win closer. "Yeah, Guitar Center is five minutes from here at the 44th, I got my acoustic there last time, it's a paradise for musicians."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, shooting the Nathans a pointed look. Once they stepped inside the store, Win pulled Lydia toward the wall of electric guitars. “What do you think, should I replace my yellow one?” she asked.

"I don't think you should replace it, but in my experience it's better to have a spare if you're working with music," Lydia mused, looking around. "Look, this Mitchell MD200, it's not too expensive... and it's pretty good, this one even matches your hair."

Win looked at the lime green one Lyddie’d pointed to and she took it down. “I like it,” she mused, running her fingers over the strings. What d’you think, should I test it out?”

"Sure, give it a try, see how it feels," Lydia smiled. Meanwhile, her Nathan already had his phone prepared to start filming, sitting with his clone on a bench where he could get a good angle.

“Only if you’ll sing with me,” Win exclaimed with a grin. “Please, Lyds?”

"Fine, anything you want," she was so happy that Win had actually accepted her offer, she didn't even question it.

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, pretending to think of a song. “How about this one, I’m sure you know it, everyone does. Don’t Stop Believing’?” she asked, holding her breath.

"Of course! I grew up with Glee, it's one of my favorites," Lyddie sat by Win to watch as she played.

Win plugged the guitar into one of the nearby amps and began to play, glancing up at the boys as Lydia joined in singing. She couldn’t believe their plan was actually working.

Lyddie was having so much fun, she really missed making music with Win, and it was music that brought them together in the first place, so it was really special for her. A few people gathered to watch and her Nathan quietly documented the entire thing.

By the time Win finished playing there was quite the crowd gathered and she turned to Lydia. “Thank you for singing with me, babe, I’m so excited to be making music with you again,” she murmured, leaning in closer.

"Me too, Winnie, I still can't believe we're really doing this," Lyds gently pressed her lips to Win's. "Actually, pass me the guitar, I'll get it for you, it's my 'welcome to the band' gift."

“Oh Lyds, you don’t have t’do that,” Win exclaimed, but the determined look in her girlfriend’s eyes stopped her from protesting further.

"I know I don't, but I want to," Lydia quickly took the guitar to pay for it. "It's perfect for you, and it matches my blue one perfectly."

"Brilliant!" her Nathan celebrated when she was gone. "It really worked, I'll send it right away!"

“I can’t believe that worked,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, pulling her into his arms. “You’re brilliant, babe.”

“Nahh, I just knew Lyddie wouldn’t be able to resist singing with me.”

"And who is able to resist your charms?" Lyddie's Nathan purred, playing with Win's hair. "Poor impressionable Lyds didn't stand a chance."

"We should probably drop this off at the hotel," Lydia came back with the guitar in a leather case and gave it to her girlfriend. "Welcome to the band!"

“Thank you, Lollipop, really, I don’t deserve you,” Win murmured, pulling Lydia into the midst of their group hug as well.

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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first time with bf!seonghwa

word count: 8k

angst, fluff, smut

you knock on the door of seonghwa's dorm as you smooth out your hair, body bouncing and heart racing in excitement because you're finally about to see your boyfriend.

you haven't seen him in a little over a month, award shows and fan-signs and performances packed into his schedule keeping him extremely busy and traveling in all different time zones.

these past weeks, you two were lucky if you were able to talk on the phone for a few minutes before bed, usually only exchanging good morning and night texts with a few selfies thrown in that made each other's chest tighten.

but he called you just yesterday, telling you they were coming back a day early with a weeks vacation; you all but squealed in joy over the phone, his and seven other laughs ringing through the speaker at your excitement.

the door rattles in front of you and you perk up even more, anxiously awaiting for it to open until, at last, you see seonghwa's tall figure standing in the doorway; he's smiling down at you and you could burst into tears on the spot.

"hi," his deep voice says quietly, almost as if he's shy after not seeing you for so long, surprised that you're really here in front of him. your face brightens with a smile of your own and you drop your bag to the floor, crashing into him as you throw your arms around his waist.

his body juts back slightly from the force of you, a laugh leaving his mouth as he wraps his arms around you.

almost instantly, he feels the stress from every delayed flight and early wake up call vanish as you bury your face in his chest. small and soft and warm against his body and now it's finally registering just how long it's really been.

he tries not to think about the distance and strain of not seeing you, loving when he does get the chance to hear from you but also somewhat avoidant of the true circumstances.

like how when you were sick, he wasn't able to be there to help you. nurse you back to health and let you fall asleep across his chest.

or like how at night, all he wanted to do was talk with you in bed and wake up next to you.

because he knows if he did dwell on it, he wouldn't be able to live this kind of life.

wouldn't be able to be away from you for months at a time and carry on the way he does with smiles and a good attitude when you're thousands of miles away, pretending not to be sad and lonely and missing him.

and you really do pretend.

you'll talk to and text him like everything’s fine, like you're out with your friends or occupied with school work when the sad reality is you huddled into bed with his sweatshirt.

every night you're on the verge of tears, partially because you miss him and partially because you feel pathetic that you got this attached in eight months.

you always tried to spare these feelings for him.

you never wanted to make him feel bad or make him doubt that you were positive when you said you'd be able to handle dating him - but just one awful day during this past month had you breaking down to him over the phone.

after getting rear-ended on the highway, failing a test, and getting locked out of your house for two hours, you craved the comfort seonghwa provided. his reassuring whispers and forehead kisses and the sound of him humming you to sleep.

"are you okay?" he asked a few minutes into your nightly phone conversation.

he knew the second you answered the phone that you weren't.

tears sting behind your eyes as you roll your tongue between your lips anxiously. because even miles away under exhaustion and stress of his own, he can tell something's wrong with you.

you really don't wanna cry right now. you can't. but that question always makes everything worse.

"y/n?" he asks hesitantly, cautiously, because he can hear it.

your dejected, shaky tone, your breathy sighs in between sentences, how it sounds like you're about to break down into tears any second. but he also hears how strong you're trying to be. how you're forcing your laughs and asking him all about his performances and fans.

"i-i'm fine," you assure him, cursing yourself for sounding just as pathetic as you feel, "just tired."

he knows you're lying.

"are you sure?" he probes lightly, not wanting to upset you but also not wanting you to bottle up your feelings.

"mhm," you mumble, your lips trembling and now you know you're being annoying.

but you don't wanna tell him.

you don't want him to listen to the worries that he can't help you with or be stressed over you when he has more important things going on.

you hear shuffling, indistinguishable whispers to another member and then the sound of a door closing.

"y/n," he says softly and that’s all it takes for the first tear to fall. "for this to work, we need to be honest, baby. remember we talked about that?"

you hear yourself sniffle, nodding even though he can't see you so silence is the only thing between you.

there's one, two, three beats before more tears break and start to trickle down your face.

because the night before he left, that's exactly what he said.

that being honest and talking through your feelings will be important for you both to do while he's away. will keep your relationship strong and secure and long-lasting through weeks of being apart.

"i just miss you," your voice breaks, a lump forming in his throat at how sad you sound. "i always miss you but especially on days like today."

his eyebrows pinch together at the last part.

"what do you mean? did something happen?" he asks, voice calm and quiet even though he feels anxiety building up. because something bad happening to you while he's away is one of his biggest fears.

you cry to him about your test and getting locked out and then your accident which causes him to cut you off immediately.

"wait, what? accident?" he asks and you can hear the underlying panic in his voice. "were you hurt? are you hurt?"

"no," you tell him, and the words halt him from running out to hongjoong and telling him he needs to leave right now.

"my car is ruined and i'll have to get it fixed... but i wasn't hurt, it was just.. i was just scared," you say, the last two words so soft and quiet.

he swallows the lump that keeps getting bigger in his throat, his heart really hurting now.

"i'm sorry i'm not there," he tells you after a few seconds, "i...i should be there and i'm not."

you sniffle and it causes him to bite his lip to distract him from his stinging eyes. it's so hard being away from you when you're sad, knowing that you're in bed alone fighting tears in a quiet, empty house.

"but i'll be home soon, okay?" he says, his voice sounding strained and it makes your lips turn into a frown,"i promise i'll be home soon."

you nod your head as you sit up in your bed, leaning against the headboard and running a hand through your hair.

"i know, that's what i keep telling myself. and i'm..i'm usually okay but it's only because today was a disaster," you tell him softly, honestly.

"i'm sorry, love," he says and you speak up before he can say anything else.

"don't say sorry, hwa," you tell him, "i...i didn't tell you to make you feel bad. but.. you said we should be honest so..."

he smiles at your stuttering and his heart pangs. this is gonna be the longest two and a half weeks of his life.

"i know, baby, thank you," he says, "i think we're doing a pretty good job so far, don't you think?"

you giggle, nodding your head and wiping the tears from your cheek. "yeah," you say, "we are."

"y/n?" he says suddenly and you hum a questioning "hm?" as you lay back down, your head on the pillow.

"i.." he pauses for a second and you hear him exhale slowly. "i lo-"

he jumps when there's a pounding on the door followed by mingi's deep voice complaining that he's about to pee his pants as he scoffs at the younger boy.

"c'mon, please! i have to peeeee!" he whines again loudly and a laugh rings through your empty bedroom as you hear the boy's booming voice.

"he's the worst," seonghwa grumbles and you smile at his grumpy tone.

"sh, it's okay. i should go to sleep anyway," you tell him. "goodnight, i miss you."

you feel his arms tighten around you, his lips resting against your head as he unconsciously rocks you back and forth.

"i missed you, baby," you hear him mumble and you look up at him, stomach fluttering and arms still around him as your chin rests on his chest.

"i missed you, too," you say meekly, a small, shy smile on your face. the look in his eyes is so soft, so loving and overwhelming cute that it has you hiding your face back in his white sweater.

"wait, no," he whines, his finger under your chin to lift your face. you giggle softly as you watch his eyes graze over your face, the looks far too intimate and personal to be happening out in the hallway.

"what?" you ask him, a coy smile playing on your lips.

"don't hide," he chides lightly, the hand under your chin moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. "i wanna see your face," he mumbles out, hand moving to your jaw as he brings his face lower until his lips meet yours.

you smile softly into it, craning your neck up to deepen the kiss.

his hand tightens on your face when he feels your immediate response, lips wet and parting on yours. his tongue slips in ever so slightly, just so teasingly and you have to steady yourself by putting your hand on his forearm.

you're not at all prepared for this while standing out here so exposed and in the open.

you pull away and he looks down at you with concern.

maybe that was too much after not seeing each other in so-

"can we go inside?" you squeak out and a little laugh leaves his mouth, slightly embarrassed that he's three seconds away from shoving his tongue down your throat while still in the doorway.

"'course, love, i'm sorry," he says, bending down to grab your bag, his hand moving to hold yours as he tugs you into the apartment.

he shuts the door with his foot, hanging your bag up as you take off your shoes before dragging you over to the sectional couch.

netflix is already set on the tv, blankets and pillows laid out with an array of snacks on the coffee table. a festive vanilla candle is burning and there's light patter of rain hitting the windows outside.

you smile at the sight, lacing your fingers through his as you lean your head against his arm.

"seonghwa," you say, voice dragging out because you feel entirely too soft and impressed looking at the cute little set-up.

something about your tone makes him feel shy, looking down to hide his smile in your hair and you giggle because you know he's feeling embarrassed. "stop laughing at me," he whines playfully, moving away to meet your gaze, "i was excited to see you."

your eyes soften, your own smile widening as you squeeze his hand that’s in yours. "me too," you squeak out and he bites his lip to hide his smirk.

he walks you over to the couch, grabbing the remote from off the table before laying out on the long part of the couch. he drags you down and you shimmy until your back is pressed up again his front, an arm immediately wrapping around your waist.

he sees your head perk up at the tv when the new drama just added pops up. he smiles to himself before pressing play and you look back at him happily.

"i waited for you to start this, you know," you tell him proudly.

you were pleasantly surprised to find out your boyfriend was also a fan of dramas, fully prepared to beg and plead with him when you first starting dating until he was the one recommending them every time you met up with each other.

"you better have," he says sternly, an underlying playfulness as his hand moves across your stomach to squeeze your waist.

you elbow and shush him when the opening credits start, settling back into him as places a kiss on the top of your head. this is all he's wanted for a month now.

you close your eyes in contentment, a little hum leaving your mouth before focusing on the tv.

or at least attempting to.

because after just twenty minutes of watching the show, mindlessly commenting on the characters and acting with seonghwa in between, you're doing everything in your power to not turn around and continue what you barely got to start in the hallway.

you two haven't had sex yet, haven't really gotten past making out, but now you find yourself ready to jump his bones. the time apart made you realize how much you want to. how ready you are to open up that side of the relationship.

you turn around in his hold, his arm remaining around your waist as he moves his head to look down at you questioningly.

"you good?" he mumbles and you nod your head, a small smile on your face, teeth biting at your lip because even though you're ready, you're still so nervous.

he watches as your eyes fall to his lips, your tongue coming out to soothe over the skin where your teeth just were before meeting his gaze again.

"yeah," you say, voice soft but shaky because of the desire that's continuing to creep up on you. "are you?"

he can see the slight change in you the more he looks at you. you've always been so...shy and pure with your skin ship, hugs and hand holding and cheek kisses.

but now, with your flushed cheeks, wet lips, and gaze falling down to his for the second time, he feels something stirring in him.

something he had always tried to suppress because he wasn't sure if you were ready for that. something that's heightening because now he knows you've been thinking about continuing where you left off for the past 20 minutes.

"mhm," he says lips turning into a smirk that he can't hold back.

just to be sure he's reading you right, his tongue comes out to wet his own lips and he looks you right in the eyes at he does so; he watches in amusement and pleasure as yours widen slightly and you take a sharp inhale.

"have you been enjoying the show, love?" he asks you suddenly and you feel yourself swallow.

you've never seen him look like this before, look right at you, almost through you, with that teasing, cocky fervor he has on stage and now you realize you've been caught.

your cheeks flush as you feel slightly embarrassed because you're never bold like this when it comes to real kissing. but you just feel so...

"y/n?" he asks and you snap out of your trance, head turning to the side like a puppy who just heard a high-pitched squeal.

"hm?" you hum before you brain somehow registers what he said a few seconds ago.

"oh...yeah, it's good," you squeak out, an awkward giggle leaving your mouth and he's smiling right at you, his eyes glimmering with a mix of fondness and seduction.

"you're so cute," he mumbles, such sincerity held in his tone causing more heat to flush over your cheeks. his hand moves down to your chin, lifting your face up as he bends down to meet your lips again.

if you weren't so flustered, you would've internally celebrated his lips finally being back on yours. but you were so past that point, so past being aware of what you were doing and just letting your instincts take over.

you kiss him like you've never before, eager and fervent and it's a sharp contrast to the cute little pecks you usually initiate.

your body is pressing into his almost painfully as you tangle your hands in his hair.

he hums against your lips, his tongue slipping through your open mouth and you're surprised when your own meets his, pushing your way through and you don't think you've ever kissed him before like this.

and yet here you are, body pressed against his as your tongues tangle into one another.

he's trying to remember to be gentle with you, that this is new for you, but he's finding it extremely hard with how eager you're being. how you're unaware that you're fighting him for the dominance you won't win.

his teeth sink down into your lip gently, but enough for you to feel it and it causes something to burn inside you. you break the kiss and he immediately pulls back, looking over you to see if that was too much for you.

but instead, he's met with fire in your eyes and your hand on his chest that’s pushing him back so he's fully laying down. his head is laid out on the armrest as you raise yourself over him to straddle his waist.

you're looking down at him with this contrast of desire and apprehensiveness that has his dick starting to twitch in his pants. because he can see even though you're shy and a little unsure of yourself, you want to do something more.

his eyes don't leave you as you move your hair to one side, licking your lips as you watch him watch you.

his dark, guarded eyes alone have your hips twitching from burning arousal and a tiny smile crosses your face before you bend down to meet his lips again. his hands move to your hips as your kissing continues, tongue and teeth from both of you as your arms hold yourself above him.

you take his bottom lip in between your teeth slowly, biting down softly before releasing it and the tiny groan that leaves his lips has you pulling back because you think you've hurt him.

"are-are you okay, i'm sorry," you say breathlessly, his dark eyes looking at you causing something tingly and powerful to rip through your core.

"why are you sorry?" he ask voice, voice deeper and strained, "you're doing so good, baby."

he feels himself losing it, losing in his attempt to hide his growing erection and losing his restraint to just flip you over and show him how much he really missed you.

but then it's the way your smile brightens, so sweet and cute and innocently, as you quietly squeak out "really?" that's eventually the thing to get him.

he nods his head, almost in pain by how fast the desire starts to flow through his veins.

"so so good," he says, almost whining the words out and you feel a familiar wetness start to gather between your legs.

you move your hips again at the sensation and a breathy sigh leaves your mouth when you rub against the bulge in your boyfriend's pants.

he watches you carefully, watches as your face twists into one of wonder and then pleasure, hissing through his teeth when you do it again. except this time, you push down just a little harder with a more purposeful roll of the hips.

"seonghwa," you breathe out and you don't even hear his name tumble out of your mouth. you're just so ready for more, so ready for him to make you feel more of that and do more of anything.

before you know it, you're flipped over on your back, his hands holding you down by your waist as he tries to reign himself in.

"what do you wanna do, y/n?" he asks you, voice gruff because he's trying to get a grip back on reality before he gets too far into this, "we've...we've never gone this far before and i...i don't want us to move too fast and then-"

"i want everything," you tell him immediately, honestly. "please. i've missed you so much and i'm ready now."

his cock is straining against his pants now, having you on your back being so polite and ready - but he has to make sure you're really ready. he doesn't wanna just dive right in after not seeing you for a month and then take your virginity in the first hour you're reunited.

"i just got back, love, we can take it slow," he says, soft sincerity in his tone even with a raging boner, "there's no need to rush if you're not ready."

but you shake your head adamantly because you know you are.

"no," you say and he'd laugh at your serious tone in any other circumstance. "i know i'm ready, i promise i'm ready," you tell him firmly before something innate in you has you whining "please."

his eyes darken and he finally allows himself to fully give into you, one hand resting between your thighs as he bends down to kiss your lips again.

you respond immediately, hands going in his hair as you move your hips because you feel him so close to where you want him. where you need him.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth and you nearly choke on it when his finger runs over your pants slowly. you tug on his hair as he continues to rub over you slowly, steadily, and it feels so good but also like it's not enough.

you move to spread your legs, wanting to feel so much more but you're constricted by the arm of the couch and the cushions; you exhale sharply through your nose in annoyance.

seonghwa's finger runs down your burning core one last time before you're looking at him in confusion when he snatches it away. but then he’s looming over you, waiting expectantly before muttering, "stand."

you raise to your feet and squeal when he takes you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder, a smile on his face as he listens to your flustered, broken laughs.

he makes his way to the bedroom and throws you down on his mattress, standing between your body as he immediately leans down to kiss your neck.

you lean your head back so he gets more of an angle, breathy sighs leaving your mouth as he tickles you with his soft kisses and occasional sweep of the tongue.

he begins to suck on a spot of your neck and you're expecting it to hurt but it's a sharp pain that you're welcoming with open arms. he licks over the forming hickey after a few moments, groaning against your neck as his hands make their way to the bottom of your shirt.

he pulls back to look at you, eyes searching yours for permission and you nod your head, lip between your teeth as you lift your back off the bed. he pulls your shirt over your head and when he throws it on the floor, your arms are already behind your back undoing your bra.

but it's not until the back is unclasped that you realize this is the first time he's seeing you like this. you feel a twinge of insecurity and nervousness run through you, trying your best to push it aside because there's no reason to be.

it's just scary to you, him seeing you so openly and exposed and naked for the first time.

seonghwa must sense your hesitance because his hand covers yours on the unclasped back, rubbing his thumb over your skin and pecking your cheek with his red lips.

"you okay?" he mumbles against your skin. "if at any time you wanna stop, all you have to do is tell-"

any hesitance you felt is gone when he talks about stopping, your hands tugging down your bra straps before tossing it behind you.

you run your hands down his torso, grabbing the end of his shirt as you say "your turn," looking up at him with playful, pleading eyes and a groan leaves his mouth at your expression.

he takes his white shirt off before shimming out of his sweatpants, leaving him standing there in black boxers with a big, visible bulge. the searing sensation between your legs is back with a vengeance.

"oh god," you mumble because that is big and he smirks, going over and pushing your back fully onto the bed again.

"what happened, love? were you expecting anything less?" he teases, bringing his mouth down to your chest and you feel yourself swallow.

his breath just fans over you, void of any lips or tongue as his hands come up to knead your boob softly. his touch is soft and gentle but extremely effective and you're fighting to release the moan stuck in your throat.

he brings a thumb to your mouth and places it on your bottom lip.

"open for me," he says, tone sweet but also authoritative so, of course, it has you obeying.

you part your lips slightly and he shoves his finger in your mouth, successfully wetting his thumb and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he feels your tongue swirl around it several times, slowly and teasingly as you look at him.

"jesus christ," he growls and you fight back a smirk until a choked gasp leaves you.

his wet thumb is now swirling around your nipple, small, steady circles sending sparks through you and his cock throbs watching it harden under his touch. placing his whole hand on you, his mouth moves down and licks around the other nipple causing your first real moan to leave your mouth.

you'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so good, if it wasn't obvious how much hearing it affected seonghwa, too. his hand squeezes while his mouth sucks and another breathy moan leaves you as he applies more pressure to both.

his mouth is working your nipple so well that you don't feel his hand graze down your stomach to pull down your leggings. your hips buck in surprise when you feel his hand over where you're wet and throbbing, his effect on you obvious through your white lace.

he pulls away and stares down at you, face flushed and nipples erect while you're trying to contain another moan from leaving your mouth.

"you're so pretty, baby, look at you," he says, still stroking through the lace material at an incredibly slow speed that's making you wanna scream. "does that feel good?" he muses and you nod your head, your voice squeaking out "more. want more."

he smirks hearing the words, removing his hand from you causing you to sharply exhale from your nose.

"move up the bed, by the pillows," he commands and you move backwards until your back is surrounded by five piles of fluff.

you wait expectantly, shaky knees bent as you lay there in just your underwear as he finally makes his way up to you.

"you really are pretty, baby," you tells you and if you weren't so dazed, you'd notice that his eyes haven't left your face. "i missed you a lot. you know that, right?"

you nod your head, licking over your dry lips and your legs are starting to tremble because of the build up of pressure in your core. but you know if you cut him off right now, it would do more harm than good.

"can i show you how much?" he asks you, his fingers in the waistband of your thong but making no move to pull them down yet.

"can i show you how much i missed you? what i would think about doing some nights when i couldn't sleep and missed my pretty baby?"

you think you're about to pass out, his words, dark gaze and fingers inching further and further down in the lace leaving you with shallow breaths and more wetness between your thighs.

"ye-yes," you mumble out. "yes, please. seonghwa, please," you beg, wanting the throbbing between your legs to be relieved just a little bit.

your voice is whiney, breathy, pleading, all of the things that matched every one of the fantasies he had on nights when his hormones acted up and he yearned for you.

that’s what has him sliding your thong down mid-thigh before moving by your feet, pulling them off the rest of the way and throwing them on the floor.

he leans down, body half-on half-off the bed as his face is just inches from your wet core. just on instinct, you close your legs and that was the very wrong, or actually very right, thing to do.

because it causes him to growl between your legs, spreading them open and holding them down before his lips dive in to kiss down the inner part of your thigh.

"keep 'em open, baby, it's okay," he mumbles against your skin and you stifle a moan with the inside of your elbow when you feel his lips gaze higher and higher on your thigh.

"i'm gonna take care of you," he says and you feel the breath from his words fan over you.

his face is now so close to where you need relief you can feel his hot breath for a moment until his lips move to your other thigh, peppering kisses up and down with an occasional sweep of the tongue.

you wanna scream when you feel his smirk on your quivering legs.

"seonghwa," you groan breathlessly as you look down at him and he meets your gaze, eyes half open and glossy, "please."

a part of you is trying so hard to remember for future reference that he likes when you have good manners because when the word leaves your mouth, his eyes darken and he immediately moves his head between your legs.

and then finally, his mouth is on you.

tongue licking over you slowly and then all at once, your hips almost buck right up from the shock and pleasure.

he feels your hands move to his hair, pulling and curling it between your fingers and it causes him to move his tongue to your clit, almost as if he's rewarding you.

"does that feel good, y/n?" he suddenly purrs, pulling away from you slightly to talk.

he watches as you nod your head eagerly, glazed eyes looking down at him and he doesn't even hear the growl leave his mouth before he dives back in, tongue sucking and licking like his life depends on it.

your moans ring through the bedroom and you never knew something could feel like this. feel so intoxicatingly consuming and pleasurable and the fact that he's so happy to do it causes another breathy moan to fall from your lips.

you're too dazed, somewhere euphoric and in your own head that you don't feel his hand snake between your legs, his tongue lapping over your clit as his finger slowly makes his way inside you.

you feel the slight sting and your hips buck this time, your hand tightening in his hair.

the view of him looking up at you between your legs is something you don't think you'll ever forget. something that will play over in your mind everyday from here on out.

his eyes, despite being so dark and aroused also show a hint of concern and caution and you nod your head at him to continue.

his finger pushes inside you and you let out a tiny groan, one he mistakes for pain until he hears you mumble "oh, fuck." your eyes are squeezed shut, mouth dropped open and your legs spreading open more at the feeling.

he can't stop the pride flooding through his chest nor can he wipe the smirk off his wet lips as he continues to eat you out, one finger slowly moving in and out of you until you feel the knot deep within your lower stomach slowly start to unravel.

it's all consuming at first and it causes a loud moan to rip through you, "seonghwa, what...i’m-" but it only causes his tongue to move faster as a second finger slips in and now you're shaking under him.

he feels a slight twinge of pain as you grab his hair harshly, pushing your hips against his mouth as moans continuously ring out of your mouth.

he hears one last mumble of "oh, my god," before you harshly pull your hips back, the pleasure becoming too much to handle as you move your hands from his hair to his forehead, slightly pushing him away from the now sensitive area.

he can only hear your shallow breaths as he kisses the inside of your thigh, bending down to pick up his discarded shirt to clean between your legs.

you can't look down at him right now, too dazed as you're coming down from your high, but you can feel how delicate and gentle his touches are.

he throws the shirt back on the floor, crawling up the bed and holding himself above you.

his hand reaches out to move sweaty strands of hair off your forehead as he peers down at you lovingly, your own eyes shut and a content hum leaving your mouth.

your eyes pop open and his smile widens, the softest look on his face causing your heart to flutter in your chest.

"how was that, baby?" he asks softly even though the glint in his eyes gives you an inkling he already knows it was-

"good," you say shyly and a laugh bubbles out of his mouth, his eyes squinting playfully.

"just good?" he asks, head turned to that side in disbelief.

you squint your eyes at him playfully, knowing he has every right in the world to be cocky but instead sarcastically mouthing off, "incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular...”

he cuts you off with his lips meeting yours in a kiss and you giggle against them, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. he pulls back and brings his mouth to your ear, kissing the tiny spot behind it before whispering, "you ready for more?"

a little squeak leaves your mouth and he pulls back to meet your gaze, watching over your expression carefully.

"we don't have to, love, remember that," he says but you shake your head right when he's done talking.

"i'm ready," you tell him adamantly. "i want us to. and i'm already on the pill."

he smiles softly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead before his eyes meet your again.

"okay...it might hurt a little but i'll be gentle."

"i know," you tell him because you don't trust anyone more than him.

his chest tightens at the softness and surety in your tone and his thumb comes down to stroke your cheek.

"stay as relaxed as you can, alright?" he warns, "if you tense up, it could hurt more. "

you nod your head at him, impressed that he can still be so soft and loving and considerate when his cock is rock hard and straining against your stomach.

he gives you one last smile before carefully aligning himself between your legs. he leans over your body and you watch as he drops his palm below your mouth, his dark determined look slowly making its way back.

"spit," he commands and your eyebrows furry slightly but you listen.

"again," he says and swish your mouth around before spitting again.

you watch as he places his spit-covered hand around his cock, eyes shutting slightly as he jerks himself a few times with the natural lubrication.

you hold back a moan watching him, wanting so badly to touch him like that, learn how to make him feel good and make him cum with your hand and mouth, but you know you'll have lots of time to practice.

his eyes meet yours and he smirks watching you look at him before dragging his tip between your wetness. you inhale sharply at the feeling but try to stay relaxed per his request.

he gives you a knowing look before circling your sensitive clit with the tip and your eyes roll back, still stimulated from a few moments ago as a tiny groan leaves your mouth.

his tip leaves it after a few moments and he slowly starts to enter you, pushing forward and you hear a groan leave his mouth.

"fuck," he growls and the harshness of his voice alone has your body reacting without your knowledge. your pussy clenches around him, both from his voice and then searing sensation of him entering you.

the more he enters, the more you're stretched and there's only a slight burn; it's not the worst pain you've ever felt but it's also not particularly comfortable. he's almost all the way in when a sigh leaves his mouth, his eyes peaking up at you.

"oh, my god....you good?" he grunts out, voice strained because you're so tight and wet around him and a part of him just wants to slam into you.

you nod at him, trying your best to just stay relaxed and he smiles at you in a daze.

"good, baby, you're doing so good," he says before fully pushing his way in. he stills immediately and you exhale, moving your hips around him experimentally to see if there's any pain.

"it...doesn't hurt, hwa," you assure him, "you can move," you tell him.

and move he does. still slowly and steadily until he's thrusting in at a moderately even pace that has grunts and groans leaving his mouth.

"y/n," he moans and something purely instinctual causes you to meet his hips. "fuck," he growls out, "you're so...fucking tight," he moans and you never thought such a...compliment? would cause you to unconsciously clench around him even more.

"you like hearing that?" he grunts out, his thrusts picking up speed.

you nod your head but then his thrusts start to slow and you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows because you were starting to like it.

"say it. use your words," he commands because his need to assert his dominance is outweighing his pleasure. for now.

"i like...i like hearing that. i like hearing you talk to me like this," you tell him and you're surprised by how easily you've fallen into this role.

he nods his head, almost as if he's commending your compliance and his thrusts start to pick up again.

there's a few silent moments of just his thrusting, groans leaving his mouth as his head rolls down in pleasure and they’re making you even more worked up.

he meets your gaze and there's something about the way you're underneath him that causes him to lose control. because you're looking at him so eagerly, eyes the slightest bit glossy and dark as your naked chest heaves up and down.

his thrusts stay the same pace but become a little harder and you're still so wet around him. still clenched and squeezing around him so well.

"you're mine, baby," he growls suddenly. "all of you and this tight little pussy."

you don't even realize a breathy laugh leaves your mouth at his comment until another growl echoes through the room, his thumb on your clit as he starts to rub back and forth.

"shit," you squeak, caught off guard by the sensation before you whine his name.

"that's what you get for laughing," he growls, thrusting evenly and you watch as a thin layer of sweat starts to form on his face. "you're mine, baby, don't you know that?"

"ye-yes," you say, the tight knot back in your stomach as he continues to thrust and rub.

"yes what?" he growls. he would've slowed his pace down again if fucking you didn't feel so good.

"i'm...i'm yours," you tell him, eyes rolling back the slightest bit because you feel another orgasm coming on.

"say it again," he commands, sweat rolling down his head as his thrusts become slightly sporadic and hard.

a moan tumbles out of your mouth before you can even say anything because the tightening feels so good, your legs are starting to shake again and your head is thrown back against the mattress.

"y/n, say it," he commands again, a bit louder and rougher and your head shoots up because you feel his finger starts to slow down.

"i'm yours, seonghwa," you moan out quickly. "i'm yours, i'm yours, i'm yours. just please don't stop," you babble out, voice breathy and back arching and both of you let out loud, long moans as you reach your climaxes only seconds apart.

he releases inside of you with one final thrust while his thumb rubs out your orgasm, your harsh breaths filing the room as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

you brush your hand through the back of his hair for a few moments as he catches his breath, his cock still inside you until he kisses the side of your neck and pulls out to roll over next to you.

he reaches out to pull you on to him, your head resting on his bare chest and you can hear his racing heartbeat slowly start to simmer down.

"are you okay?" he mumbles against your hair tiredly, "that was way more than good, my love," he says causing you to giggle against him.

"i know," you say breathlessly, "i'm good...really good actually."

he laughs quietly against you, his arm around you as his hand plays with your hair and your eyes can't help but close.

the sound of your even breathing is the only noise in the bedroom for a few moments, quiet and peaceful with the faintest smell of sex and vanilla lingering from the living room.

"y/n?" he hums suddenly and your eyes flutter open. you lean up slightly to look at him and see his brown eyes staring down at you.

"hi," you say and a little smile covers his face as he leans down and pecks your nose.

"i love you," he blurts out and your eyes widen hearing those words leave him so easily before he continues.

"i'm..i’m not just saying that because of what we just did," he reassures you, hand still stroking your hair softly. "i actually tried to tell you on the phone one night," he admits bashfully and your mind immediately replays one of your nightly phone conversations.

"y/n?" he says suddenly and you hum a questioning "hm?" as you lay back down, your head on the pillow.

"i.." he pauses for a second and you hear him exhale slowly, "i lo-"

"c'mon, please! i have to peeeee!"

"i remember. mingi had to pee," you tell him softly, looking down to avoid his intense gaze.

he laughs a little at the memory, rolling his eyes at the mention of the boy as he nods his head.

"good, i didn't want you thinking that's why i said it. i wanted to tell you the second i saw you...it was so hard being away from you," he says and you don't think you've ever heard his voice so soft and gentle before.

“i missed you so much and then i just..i knew i loved you. for a long time now.”

you feel tears prick your eyes because you felt the same way.

he's really here next to you right now, he's no longer just a voice on the phone, and he's back with you and feels the same way. you try to compose yourself, try to blink away the tears and swallow the lump in your throat.

"can you look at me," seonghwa says quietly and you move your face into the crook of his neck. it takes a few seconds before he feels the slightest bit of wetness on his skin and a frown immediately overtakes his face.

"y/n, please look at me, baby," he says again and you can't not listen when he talks like that.

you meet his gaze, tears brimming your eyes as one slides down your cheek and his face completely drops, stomach twisting nervously because why are you crying?

"hey, hey, what happened? what's wrong?" he asks urgently, moving his hands to both your cheeks to wipe off the wetness.

"i'm sorry," you squeak out, "i'm so dumb, i just...i love you too," you tell him and the pained expression wipes off his face immediately. "i just...i love you and missed you so much and now you're finally here and you love me."

seonghwa swipes his thumbs under your eyes one more time as a nervous laughs leaves his mouth.

"jesus, you scared me," he says before he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, “of course i love you.”

a quiet giggle leaves your own mouth, looking at him when he pulls back from your head, "i'm sorry, i just...it just hit me that you were home and i..i'm really happy you're here."

his eyes roam over your face, the feeling in his chest so overwhelming as he looks at you. he pecks both of your cheeks quickly, two loud smacks against your skin and scrunch your nose playfully at his harsh movements.

"i love you," he repeats and you giggle, wiping your hand under your eye because your face is now even more sticky.

"i love you,” you say and he catches your lips in another kiss.

this one’s a lot more like your previous kisses, soft and innocent and pure. his tongue only teases your entrance a little bit and you smile against him before your stomach growls loudly.

he breaks apart as a laugh bubbles out of his mouth.

"you hungry?" he asks and you nod your head shyly because apparently, your stomach growling is more embarrassing to you than sharing your first sexual experience.

you roll off his chest and onto your back to stretch out, extending your legs with a slight groan. he shuffles over and holds himself above you, trapping you between his arms.

"what do you want?" he asks, soft eyes looking down at you with his black hair tangled and sticking up messily.

"i don't know," you say coyly, reaching up to smooth out his hair gently.

your nails gently scrape his scalp and he hums at your touch, eyes shutting slightly at the feeling and he has half the mind to lay back down so you could do this for hours.

but instead, because he hasn't seen in you weeks, his eyes pop open and a mischievous smile covers his face.

"i think i got something for you," he says, "since i just ate so well..."

your eyebrows furry together, head turned to the side in confusion as his smirk grows wider and wider on his face.

"what do you-" a gasp leaves your mouth once your brain finally catches on. "seonghwa!" you say in mock outrage as you smack his chest lightly, crawling underneath him and through his arm till you drop on the floor.

you spot his shirt next to you and quickly throw it over yourself, hiding your smile when you smell his scent around you.

his laugh rings through the bedroom and he gets up to catch you around the waist, pulling your body into his and loving the way you look in his clothes.

"i'm kidding, love," he says, placing a kiss on your temple, "maybe....pancakes?"

you spin in his arms, eyes wide with a bright smile as you eagerly nod.

"yes! pancakes...at least for now," you tell him, your eyebrows shooting up suggestively before you peck him on the cheek and run into the kitchen.

seonghwa's standing in the bedroom in a daze for a few seconds, feeling grateful and already knowing you both won't be leaving this house for the next seven days.

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worth fighting for (08)

pairing: jungkook x reader genre/warning: royalty au, historical au // humour, fluff, angst / tw: mentions of character death, alcohol consumption, playful!general jeon and over-thinker!reader is back, this chapter is me trying to juggle scene vs. plot, even more yearning, slowburn word count: 6,775

summary: fresh out of the perils of war, jungkook didn’t think that his task as the newly appointed general would be to look after you.

EIGHT.

Dawn arrives without sunlight, carrying along with it the crispness of the air that signals the finality of summer. It’s unusual for you to feel such coldness so early in the year, but that only means that you’re much closer up north than you are in the capital. Your home. The mere thought of residing within the safety of the palace seems foreign and unfamiliar; remembering specific details feels as if you’re looking into someone else’s mind instead of your own.

Home now resides in the carriage you sleep in for much of your travels, or whichever dense forest you decide to stop over and rest for a few days. Home is the warmth of the quilt Jimin lends you; it’s the food he and Miyoung whip up in a pinch when ingredients are scarce, yet manage to taste delicious. Home is embodied in the way Jungkook’s eyes linger far longer than he intends to, thinking you haven’t noticed; it’s his noticeable hesitance around you, always teetering on the ledge between familiarity and professionalism.

Home is in the callousness of his stern voice when he instructs you to move in a particular way as you struggle to carry the long sword with both of your hands. It hadn’t been anything like the one he had lent you previously; the current one is much heavier, evident by the way your arms work strenuously just to be able to hold it properly.

The grass blade’s morning dew permeates into your shoe-less feet and you wobble from your position as he kicks your left leg further backwards.

“Like this?” you ask, unsure of your position. It feels awkward and unfamiliar; the weapon does nothing but makes your arms quiver in pain. Jungkook clicks his tongue as he uses his index finger to lift your elbow slightly higher than previously. You grit your teeth as you hold back the uncomfortable throbbing of your shoulders.

He finally nods in approval and you relent, groaning in frustration as you drop the hefty metal on the ground. It hasn’t been an hour since he woke you from your slumber to practice, and yet your forehead is already beaded with sweat. It’s hard to resist laying on the ground when the soft gust of wind tempts you to do so. Jungkook watches, eyes filled with curiosity as you yield to your whims and press yourself against the cold grass.

“That was intense. I didn’t think you’d make me hold the sword up for that long. If I didn’t know any better,” you pause to gaze suspiciously up at him, “I’d think this was some sort of punishment.”

“I thought you wanted something intense,” he shrugs nonchalantly, but the action comes across as a terrible attempt at hiding the roguish grin crawling on upwards on the corner of his lips. Smug bastard, what little remains of your dignity as a royalty prevents you from speaking the thought aloud.

“Yes, but I didn’t think you’d lend me the blade you use. Whatever happened to the wooden swords?” you whine, watching as he picks up the weapon with ease.

“It’s not too heavy,” he examines the sword before offering it back to you. “And you need to build up your strength—your arms are too weak.”

You simply stare at him impassively, hating that he has a point.

“It’s unfair. You’ve had twelve years of a head start, so you can’t say things like: It’s easy, Your Highness,” your tone is childish. But he stays impassive, undeterred by your mockery of him.

A few days ago after your full recovery, he met you in the middle with a compromise, promptly suggesting the idea himself that you should get back to practice if you were still willing to learn. Of course, you said yes in a heartbeat. It seems Jungkook’s mood is dictated by the moon and you know better than to simmer on a decision for long since the tides might turn against you in an instant.

You hadn’t known at the time of agreement how serious he would take the whole ordeal, jumpstarting you far off from where you left last time. At first, you took the challenge head-on but after three days of gruelling lessons and drills, fatigue is beginning to settle nicely deep within your bones.

“All the more reason why you should keep training.”

“You are cruel,” you finally take the weapon from his willing hands as you push yourself up with a groan. “One day, I will snap and drive this blade straight into your heart. Please be aware that all responsibility falls onto you for any such actions hereafter.”

His expression morphs into a lopsided grin; the kind that steals precious oxygen right out of your lungs. The absence of the morning sun’s warmth is scarcely felt when he’s practically bursting at the seams with radiance.

“I’d actually like to see you try.”

“I’m serious, General Jeon.”

“So am I.”

The palpable challenge in his eyes vexes you enough to accept, doing so by wordlessly picking up right where you left off. You stand, but not without much difficulty, before bending your knees into position. It takes all your remaining strength to ignore the ache in your muscles that soon follows. Taking a deep breath, you step forward with one foot as you sling the weapon with all the energy you have left. It undoubtedly fails as your unstable hands drop the sword once again.

You groan as you land on the ground for the second time. You appreciate that he’s fostering your growth towards improvement, but a little part of you is still convinced that he’s doing this solely out of spite.

For what, exactly, you’ve yet to coax the answer out of him.

“Aw, is the princess giving up?”

Especially when he says the right words to rile you up.

“No,” you roll your eyes. It’s hard not to act silly when he invites such reactions from you. “General Jeon is just being spiteful. But I suppose that’s nothing new.”

“I’m merely following direct orders from you, Your Highness,” he extends his hand in an effort to help you up, but you brush it away with a scoff. “Your stubborn streak continues, I see.”

You prepare yourself for a barrage of snide remarks, or perhaps even a lecture about your feeble attempt to learn sword fighting when you shouldn’t. Much to your surprise, he sits across from you instead, tucking his legs neatly underneath him. He slouches forward, resting his elbow on his thighs as he places his chin on top of his palm.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“It’s unfair if you’re the only one who gets to rest,” he says as he mindlessly plucks several pieces of grass at once before opening his palms to let the wind take them. “Barking orders at royalty turns out to be an exhausting task. Who knew?”

You grin in lieu of a verbal answer, and he returns the favour with a soft smile. There’s a pause, and when you don’t say anything further, the lids of his eyes flutter slowly before closing shut. There is no question that he seems to lack proper sleep, evident by the dark circles and heavy bags under his eyes. You’re beginning to suspect that staying up well after dusk has settled in order to stand guard is beginning to catch up to him — certainly now more than ever if he’s cutting hours of slumber just to train you.

Your pulse hums unabated at the thought, and you have to quickly remind yourself that he’s doing this not due to his own volition, but because you ordered him to.

“Jungkook,” you make an effort to whisper as quietly as you can. You didn’t mind that he hadn’t heard you, you’d simply pretend you hadn’t called him out in the first place. His breathing stays even, and you smile to yourself; if there is one thing you’ll never grow weary of, it has to be seeing him simply be at peace. It’s maddeningly frightening how one person has the capability of banishing all your worries away, no matter how trivial they might seem.

If you weren’t in trouble then, you certainly are now.

Like a moth to a flame, your gaze lands on his lips, reminding you of the kiss you had so boldly initiated with him. What seemed like seconds at that moment feels like a lifetime when it’s embedded deep in the crevices of your memory. It appeared to be a good idea then, a quick way to dispel an itching curiosity.

Curiosities like: Would your attraction for him dissipate in thin air if you kissed him? Would he even try to kiss you back? Would it progress your relationship further? Did you want it to progress? Do you even have time to be thinking about all these things?

(The answers are: No, no he didn’t, no it doesn’t seem like it, maybe so, and perhaps not.)

Now that your concerns have been partially satiated, only regret remains. That very same foolish curiosity only brought an insurmountable amount of consequences you’d preferably avoid. You’re grateful Jungkook hasn’t asked anything yet; you hope it stays that way, for the sake of your well-being. It’s reached a point where it seems as if he’d much rather avoid than confront the topic, as well.

(But would it have hurt for him to care in the slightest? His non-reaction makes your stomach coil uncomfortably more than it should.)

“I hate you,” slips out of your lips unprompted.

“So you keep saying,” he mumbles, and you flinch back at his unexpected response.

You know the consequence of him catching you is nothing serious, but that doesn’t stop your heart from knocking steadily against your ribcage. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Me? Never,” he cracks one eyelid open as if to wink. With a sly grin, he says, “I’m always watching.”

“In any other context that would sound extremely repulsive,” he laughs at your displeased expression before he stretches both his hands up with a yawn. “Thank you, regardless.”

He shrugs in good nature as his arms fall back down, shoulders slackened. You thought you’d learned to ignore that part of you that tugs painfully at your heartstrings every time he smiles, but apparently, that’s not the case.

“It’s what I’m here for, right?”

That’s right, Jungkook’s not here due to his discretion. He’s here for a specific reason, tasked by the king to look after you and ensure your safe deliverance to the hands of somebody you’ve yet to meet. You’ve not forgotten the mere fact, but the almost month-long voyage only reminds you of how delusional you were to think that mulling your feelings for Jungkook would end anywhere but devastation. You even went as far as to put him in utter discomfort by giving into your foolish desire and kissing him, with a lack of remorse as to how he would feel afterwards.

“What’s wrong?” your attention collapses back to Jungkook, who’s now staring at you with confusion. “I feel like you’re always having some sort of crisis every time we’re conversing.”

You want nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders, shake him out of his boots and say, “That’s because it’s you. You’re the cause of my woes.”

“I feel like I owe you an apology,” is what you tell him instead. You’re unsure of how to begin when his attention is fully focused on you, and instead wish he were still half asleep. Perhaps then you’ll find the right words. “It wasn’t my intention to—”

“I knew it,” he crosses his arms and straightens his back with a newfound sense of confidence. Your eyes widen in surprise; have the not-so-subtle hints of your proclamation of affection been made known to him?

“You were the one who ate the remaining piece of red bean rice cake last night. Jimin told me it was him, but I had an inkling he was covering for you.”

Of course not.

“What?” you gape at him, trying to blink your anger away at his sudden accusation. “No, it wasn’t me!”

“Mhm, sure,” his nose wrinkles in discontent. “You were well on your way to apologizing but now you’re denying it altogether. Tsk.”

“I wasn’t talking about that!”

“I’m hurt, Your Highness. You know that’s my favourite dessert.”

You did know. That’s why you didn’t even bother eating a piece of it after seeing how much he prefers them.

“I was going to apologize for the unwarranted kiss I gave you, but now I’m not so sure,” you mutter. He must have heard what you said regardless of the quietness of your voice because he visibly deflates, back slouching forward and eyes seemingly bugging out of their sockets.

“W-what?”

You resist the urge to smirk despite your embarrassment at his change in demeanour; all his arrogance is chased out with a mention of one word. Although you’re unsure if you should act with such haughtiness in the first place. Your own heart, after all, feels as though it’s about to erupt from delight. So you continue, making sure to tread forward cautiously.

“I don’t know if it was right of me to do such a thing without your permission.”

For days you’ve been battling with yourself for the right words to say. You’re still unsure, feeling as though everything that comes out of your mouth consists of the wrong words to say. Yet at the same time, holding on to it doesn’t seem feasible. Telling him outright is the best option, for better or for worse.

You study Jungkook’s expression, or lack thereof, as he stares into the distance with an impassive gaze, mouth agape and evidently unresponsive.

“General Jeon?” you wave your hand in his line of sight. Nothing. “Jungkook?”

His gaze finally meets yours, but only for a brief second, before his eyes scan the vast surrounding. He clears his throat before idly rubbing the nape of his neck. You can gauge his struggle with what to say by the way his mouth opens without uttering a word, then quickly closing.

“Apologizing is not necessary. I mean…” he trails off, and you hang onto every syllable he says. Your expectations soar to unattainable heights. “You weren’t feeling well, to begin with, so I’m aware you might not have fully realized your...um, actions at that time.”

Your mood quickly spirals, bringing along with it your hopes. And your poor, poor heart, always bearing the brunt of your misfortunes.

In essence, you should have seen that type of response coming. There’s nothing Jungkook did, or said, which would have made you misinterpret his intentions. This has always been a one-sided charade from the beginning, fueled by nothing else but your disillusion. Recalling the way you had acted so wantonly before him weeks ago even before the kiss occurred feels silly and juvenile. If you’re ever given means and the power to reverse time back to that situation once more, you would, only if it means saving your past self from your present heartache.

“I wasn’t apologizing because I was half asleep and didn’t realize what I was doing,” you mutter under your breath with a frown. You’re apologizing for the lack of consent, not because you think you made a mistake as he interpreted it. The fact that he even thinks it’s a mere slip-up says all you need to know.

“Hm?” with his furrowed brows he leans forward, encouraging you to repeat what you’ve said.

“I said it’s good we finally cleared that up,” you heaved a sigh as you noticed a movement from the corner of your eyes.

“I had a feeling you two would be slacking off,” Jimin offers his hand, which you gladly take. He pulls you towards him and with a bright grin, you mumble a quiet thank you. Jungkook mumbles something but you give your outpouring attention to Jimin instead.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been hard at work for the past few days,” you cross your arms with a pout. Jimin grins as he gently pats the top of your head.

“I know, Your Highness. That’s why I’ve come to save you; General Jeon asked if I could provide a less brute lesson. I couldn’t say no,” he angles closer to whisper, “or else he’ll have my neck below a guillotine.”

“Hey, there was no intimidation of sorts!” Jungkook protests.

“Jimin, your new dancing master, at your service,” he bows. When he straightens his back, he tosses you a wooden sword, which you catch with ease.

“We’re going back to these?” you inspect the material, brows furrowed in confusion. Wasn’t Jungkook preaching to you just moments ago about having to build resilience towards brandishing broader swords? You glance towards the general in question and catch his gaze momentarily but he looks away while scratching the back of his head. You glance back at Jimin instead. “Also, you never told me you were skilled.”

“You never asked, and I never thought to share,” he grins, slipping one hand behind his back as he holds the weapon with another. “I’m teaching you a different method than the general did, so yes, we’re using these again. But only for a little while.”

You grip the object with both your hands and Jimin shakes his head.

“One hand,” he instructs sternly, and you chew your lower lip in hesitance. You relent, however, and point the sword towards him with your right hand. Its heaviness is magnified by the soreness of your muscles, but you grit your teeth instead of complaining.

“I suppose he grew tired of teaching me, since he asked you,” Jimin strikes swiftly above your head and you parried, albeit clumsily. Jungkook laughs somewhere behind you.

“He practically begged me to let him take over.”

Your eyes trail back towards Jungkook briefly, allowing Jimin to jab you on your torso. You push his sword off with yours as you frown, but he merely grins with glee.

“Eyes to me, Your Grace,” Jimin catches your attention with another stab on your lower shoulder. “You just died.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue as he folds his hands above his chest. The way he mockingly shakes his head puts you in a foul mood. “You’re always unfocused. I thought we’d gone over this before.”

“That’s because you’re the one distracting her, General,” Jimin says pointedly, and you nod in agreement before you realize what he said.

“Exactly! Thank you, Ji— wait, no.”

“I highly doubt that.”

You and Jungkook speak over each other, prompting you to face him with a scowl. Jimin merely watches with a bemused expression. “Miyoung was right, this is going to be entertaining.”

The following morning, it’s Jimin who wakes you before daybreak. He explains that it might be the last proper training you’ll have before you embark once more. It’s not like you’ll decline otherwise, so you do your best to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. You work to move with as little noise as possible so you don’t wake Miyoung, who’s still sound asleep, as you slip in a pair of unworn trousers lent by Jungkook previously. Because according to him it seems tough to move in a billowy skirt, which is something you both agree on without any argument (for once, it seems). The fabric is large, undoubtedly, but they weigh less than your dress; movement is not much of an issue as it had been.

Much to your surprise, it’s Jungkook you see outside of your tent, however, who continues to sport fatigued, sunken eyes.

“I thought the point of Jimin taking over was so that you can catch up on sleep,” you greet him with a soft nudge to his arm.

“I don’t remember that being the reason,” he replies with a lazy grin before running his hands through his dark hair. You belatedly remember that you hadn’t exactly pointed it out to him the day previous.

“Well, it should be. You’re in dire need of rest, General Jeon.”

“I’ll catch up on sleep when I’m dead.”

You know he means it in jest, as evident by the playful lilt in his tone, but there’s nothing amusing about imagining his demise. The thought of losing him, now more than ever, sends your stomach spiralling into intricate knots.

He frowns when you stay unresponsive, and inches closer before reaching up to pinch your cheeks. “Good thing I work for you as a general and not a royal jester. Or else the frown on your face would get me thrown in the dungeons.”

“I don’t recall permitting you to touch me,” you glower, but no effort is placed into moving away even an inch.

He stares at you in disbelief. “Who was the one that decided, completely unprompted, to put their lips on mine—”

You’re swift to place your palm on Jungkook’s mouth to silence him when you spot Jimin emerging from his tent.

“Did I interrupt something?” he looks between the two of you as he approaches. You free yourself from Jungkook and he doesn’t protest when you pull away.

“I was just telling General Jeon that he didn’t have to come with us so he could rest,” you give Jimin a strained smile before giving Jungkook a pointed look.

“Alright, as you wish,” it still surprises you, however, when he relents without much protest. “I shall not be a distraction, as you so-kindly point out I was being, for you this time around.”

He winks at you and gestures a salute towards Jimin before walking towards his sleeping quarters.

“Does he always do that?” Jimin asks as you both watch his figure disappear behind the tent.

“Do what?”

“Pretend to be all smug. I’m only speculating, but his ears were practically bleeding scarlet.”

You bite your lower lip to prevent a grin from spilling, but they curl upwards nonetheless. No matter how direct his words may seem or how rough he wants to appear, he still gets shy, after all.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize why Jimin refers to himself as a dance master, despite the name baffling you the first time you heard it. The man moves with such poise and grace that you would never expect in someone teaching sword fighting. It’s a skill no one possesses but him, and him alone.

When the afternoon arrives, you forgo resting altogether and push Jimin to use the sabre he brought along with him.

“Right,” he announces just as you deflect his oncoming blade with yours. “Right. Right. Left. Low. Left. Right,” he’s relentless in his attacks, not letting you breathe even just for a moment as he steps forward with each command. You move back, but meet each blow with calmness as you keep your left hand training behind you.

“Heads up,” he thrusts forward as you sidestep, swiping his sword with yours and subsequently disarming him. You point the blade, barely touching his neck as you huff with satisfaction.

“I win this round,” you announce with excitement, as you lower the weapon. Jimin claps in the wake of your triumph and you make the effort to amuse him with a bow.

“After losing seven in a row,” Jungkook points out. You wrinkle your nose in annoyance but choose to ignore his snide remarks; so far, your attempts to combat his presence as a distraction have been working. Hours prior, he arrived to convince you to take a break, but you refused when Jimin admitted he wasn’t tired yet, so Jungkook opted to stay on the sidelines and watch, instead. “You are picking this up faster than I thought.”

You finally turn to him, chin high with pride. “It’s easier since it’s lighter than your sword. And I actually don’t mind having to carry it with one hand as much anymore.”

Pain clambers from your back shoulder all the way to your right arm as you boast, but you repress the affliction with the grit of your teeth. You hope none of them noticed the slight change in your demeanour as you turn to Jimin.

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

“It’s an honour to be able to share my knowledge with you, Your Highness,” Jimin bows, but you’re quick to push his shoulders and straighten his posture back up.

“No need to be so formal. I should be the one who’s honoured. I feel quite embarrassed to not have known you possess such talent.”

His cheeks turn ruddy as he looks away. “Ah, well…”

“Yeah, we could have used your expertise weeks ago when we were attacked. Maybe I wouldn’t have been injured, then,” Jungkook adds, slinging an arm around Jimin. The latter huffs as he crosses his arms defensively.

“To be fair, I thought you had that handled, General,” he deadpans. “Thank heavens the princess was there to save us.”

The statement must have rubbed Jungkook the wrong way as he moved to place Jimin in an uncomfortable headlock. Despite the obvious disadvantage he’s in, Jimin giggles, whining about how Jungkook should learn to respect his elders. Jungkook relents with a chuckle and Jimin sulks, gently rubbing the nape of his neck.

“I knew I should’ve shared sooner, but I honestly thought you’d be insulted by it,” your brows knit in confusion at Jimin’s words, but you let him continue. “A lot of people don’t prefer this style of combat because it’s slower and often a defensive method. There’s a lot of waiting and anticipating the enemy’s moves. General Jeon’s style is more straightforward; you’re taught to attack, which is the usual training for our infantry. Also, the blade isn’t as impressive.”

You examine the steel in your hands — it’s merely a little more than the size of your fingers. You offer to return the weapon to him, and he takes it. “It’s much easier to wield, nevertheless.”

“That’s what made me reluctant, to begin with. I wasn’t sure if you were going to take offence simply because it might seem easier.”

You profusely shake your head in disagreement. “I can only hope to be half as skilled as you while emulating your poise.”

“I swear my ego is always being fed every time we talk, Your Highness.”

“If anything, you deserve all the praise in the world for being such a gifted mentor,” you hear Jungkook clear his throat beside you.

“It’s really the least I could do. After seeing you dedicate yourself, I couldn’t just stand by and watch idly, twiddling my thumbs.”

You grin shyly at his words, unsure of what to say next. It’s Jungkook who breaks the silence as he nods towards the direction of your campsite. “If you two are done flirting, I think Miyoung is trying to call Jimin.”

He quickly sheathes the sword and turns to wave back at her. “I almost forgot I was going to help her pack up before we embark tomorrow,” his attention returns to you momentarily, his smile mischievous. “It turns out you carry a lot of items with you, Your Highness.”

“H-hey, most of the items were bought along the way. I didn’t,” you pause when he runs off. “I’m demoting him from dance master back to a stable boy. I swear.”

“I highly doubt that. You can barely resist the man,” Jungkook mumbles impassively, and you chuckled in agreement.

“That I can’t deny.” You turn to follow after Jimin, but before you could take one step, Jungkook grabs your wrist tightly causing you to hiss in pain.

“You’re injured,” he murmurs, forehead creasing with worry.

“It’s fine,” you twist your arm to free yourself from his hold, but it only brings you more discomfort. You bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from revealing your true condition. You watch as he rolls your sleeve up. “I’m fine, General Jeon, I don’t need you—ack!”

This time, Jungkook allows you to pull your hand back, and you cradle it against your chest protectively. “Please don’t do that.”

“I barely pressed your skin.” He gently tugs on your arm and despite your early protests, you relent and let him examine your hand. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s not a big deal,” you mumble as he drags your sleeve further up, revealing a newly formed mark on your forearm. Jungkook turns to you, eyes thinning to slits in an obvious look of disapproval. “It’s not! I’ll be fine.”

He grows quiet as his grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go of your arm completely. Gaze downcast, his thumb runs gently across the bruise, as if doing so would ease the pain.

(It does. Because for the briefest moment your attention is shifted away from your burning muscles and onto the singular point where his skin meets yours.)

“I’m not a fragile porcelain made simply for display, Jungkook.”

“Says the person who almost got swept away by the river.”

“That was one time.”

“One time is still too many, if you ask me,” his bottom lip juts into a pout. It took quite a lot of self-control not to giggle at his defeated state.

“As you said, that’s what I have you for,” your free hand finds its way up the top of his head to ruffle his hair. You feel his body go rigid upon your touch. “I’ll try not to get killed to make your life easier, don’t worry. That’s why I want to become stronger.”

Jungkook hesitates, before inhaling sharply. “You know that you don’t have to prove yourself to me, or anybody for that matter,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. The sudden seriousness in his tone almost gives you whiplash.

“What do you mean? I’m not doing this to prove anything,” you intend to keep your voice level to let him know you took no malice in his words.

His forehead creased in confusion, nonetheless, eyes searching yours. “Then what?”

Prior conversations with him play in your mind, persistent and foreboding. One wrong word could send Jungkook spiralling into the limbo between a stranger and someone seemingly only there because he’s bound by the duty to serve his country. The thought of laying down parameters for you to walk around each other is terrifying.

Therefore, you believe there’s no use in being privy to your fears anymore; not when you’re about to enter the lion’s den. “The same reason as before. I just want to be able to protect myself, and everyone for that matter, including you. That isn’t to say that I don’t trust you, but I want to be of use if there comes a time when—” you pause, unsure of how to continue. Jungkook’s worried gaze is unnerving, but he allows you to finish your train of thought. “Hearing your horror stories about the dangers that might be waiting for us when we cross that border…”

“I’m not saying everyone who lives there has evil intentions by default. I’m just relaying whatever information I’ve been told by the others.”

His statement makes you wonder even more why your father decided to ship off his only heir if they weren’t the kindest people, to begin with. Surely, he was aware of their reputation despite how diplomatic he thought the matrimony would be.

Jungkook continues. “I’m sure Min Yoongi is reasonable. I heard he refused to let his men get killed in battle, so they yielded. He probably agreed to this deal because he’s a pacifist, unlike his father.”

No matter how reassuring his words are on the surface, there’s still an underlying tone of uncertainty in his voice. It’s understandable because neither he nor you know what type of danger lies when you step foot beyond the safety of your kingdom. You couldn’t bring yourself to muster even a smile as a response.

Jungkook must have sensed your distress as his fingers slid down to clasp his hand in yours. The gesture might not be anything other than a mere consolation, but it’s enough to keep your nerves buzzing with intensity.

“I won’t let harm come to you. I promise,” the gentle breeze seems to heave a sigh, ruffling the fringes of his hair ever so softly.

You hold the weight of his words gently between the warmth of his palm against yours. In reality, no matter how much you try to shield yourself by swimming away, you’re caught by the hooks and reeled right back into him, always. The space he occupies within the confines of your heart grows infinitely larger each day that passes by, and you’re unsure if you should feel elated or terrified.

* * *

Min Yoongi reckons he has a great sense of proclivity for fortune without ever having to work for it; all according to hearsay, that is. He never quite understood where such sentiment roots from. The last time he checked, the inheritance rightfully belongs to him so any notion that he has to “work” for anything is moot. However, being within close reach of the throne does come at a costly price; one that is paid with people’s lives as currency. It seems that when one barters with Fate, Death comes tagging along.

The first victim is his younger brother.

During the tail-end of the recent war that passed, he catches wind of the crown prince’s demise and immediately orders his men to withdraw from their position of defence to return safely behind enemy lines. Retreating at the first whiff of danger is not his proudest moment, admittedly, but at the time he decided he wanted to be alive to see another sunset rather than being buried six feet below the ground to become a feast for maggots. As much as he’s a man of pride, he still values his life to a certain extent; at least enough to get himself out of peril.

It seems to be a backwards decision to the people of Tuo, but he is to assume the crown prince’s responsibility, therefore assuming the position to control what little remains of their infantry. The subsequent and constant deterioration of his father from an unmistakably paralyzing disease no one in the kingdom knew the cure of only brought about his hurried ascension to the throne. Yet, instead of being elated in the position he finds himself in, he’s inclined to feel otherwise.

And rightfully so, because the provision to him being a ruler includes marriage to a certain princess who heralds from the land which they sought war in order to stake a claim on.

His father, unbeknownst to Yoongi during the genesis of the agreement, promptly carried out a deal with the so-called scums of the South to unite the two countries together through matrimony. The inclination to roll his eyes is strong with such a clichéd premise.

“Even on your deathbed, you manage to make life a living hell for me. I commend you for that, I suppose,” he mutters under his breath, tightly clutching the neck of the ceramic vial that holds his rice wine. He’s well aware that his father couldn’t hear him from a safe distance. He isn’t even sure the king is alive at this point—for all he knows, the queen could be playing it up to prevent Yoongi from fulfilling the role of the king.

His father lays peacefully, bed surrounded by a thin, almost see-through muslin fabric. The canopy serves both as a barrier and a warning; unless you’re an experienced physician or the unfortunate chambermaid who has to look out for him, you should not pass through.

“You despised that your favoured son to inherit the throne died, making me the next in line. That’s why you’re doing this, am I right?” he raises his voice, unconcerned with the fact that servants and guards just outside the room can possibly hear him. “A matrimony I never agreed to.”

He’s unsure whether it’s a well-known truth among the nobles and anybody else living inside the palace walls, but it does raise questions in their minds as to why Yoongi hadn’t been the second in line to the throne after his father. But then again, nobody questions anything the Mad King did or said, not when he raised hell against his enemies in the South, and certainly not when he declared his second-born son as his successor.

Except for Death, of course, who’s seemingly the only true entity that’s able to cripple the king in his tracks. He likes to think Death is on his side and took away the bane of his existence, the stain in his claim to the throne. But then again Death also took the only person that matters in his miserable life, so Yoongi concludes one simply cannot have everything they covet. Perhaps he is lucky after all, and fortune will willingly land on his lap if he so wishes.

Too bad it’s not what he truly desires.

Yoongi takes a swig of his makgeolli wine, taking pleasure in the way the fiery water washes down the undesirable lump in his throat. He chugs and chugs, ignoring the excess liquid that spills from the corners of his mouth, as he desperately wishes for the goddamn ache in his chest to disappear. Once the ceramic decanter runs dry, he tosses it across the room and the chambermaid yelps in surprise when it shatters into tiny pieces.

A low chuckle emits from within his chest as his legs buckle from underneath him, bringing his knees down on the wooden floors with a thud.

“Do you really expect me to roll over like an injured beast and be receptive to whatever it is that you’ve planned for me?”

He didn’t think the people who they called enemies merely a few months ago would easily submit to such a fallacy for the sake of maintaining “peace”. But they immediately sent out the only heir to their throne, and without so much as a mere palace guard as a form of protection! Yoongi partially believes they’re more foolish than any palace jester he’s met, but the failure of the men he hired makes him conservative against such prejudice.

Perhaps dealing with their princess will be quite entertaining, after all.

“It’s a damn shame you won’t be alive to see what will become of this kingdom and its people whom you failed,” he hollers in between his unhinged laughter as he clutches his stomach. He swipes the spill on his chin using the sleeves of his golden speckled black robe. “Don’t worry, my only aim is to uphold your vilified reputation. It’s not like I’ll be doing anything sacrilegious, certainly not one that you haven’t already attempted in the slightest. After what you did to her, it’s the least I could do in return—”

“Sorry to bother, Your Majesty, but the queen has arrived for her visit,” the eunuch’s voice pierces through the closed doors, interrupting him. Yoongi hisses in indignation as he staggers to get up from his position. “Do you need a bit more time?”

“I’ll be right out, for fuck’s sake,” he manages to get to the door without stumbling over. The door slides open to reveal the eunuch in question, as well as the queen herself, in all her youth and glory, and the now noticeable bump on her belly. Yoongi doesn’t know how she managed to procure such a thing from his father, at that state, not to mention at her uncertain age to bear another child, but he digresses.

“Queen Dowager,” he slurs, choosing the name for no particular reason other than to draw ire from her. She finally shows her maturity when her forehead wrinkles in displeasure, showing certain lines that cannot be hidden by the flaked lead she generously patted on her face.

“What an abhorrent name to greet your mother,” she seethes and Yoongi couldn’t hold back his scoff. “Especially when the king is very much still alive.”

“Is he, though?” he points behind him with his chin mockingly, before his grin widens. “I’ll leave you to it then, Mother. Be careful though, he just won’t shut up. I could barely get a word in.”

Yoongi collapses on the floor when he takes another step, prompting the eunuch and some court ladies to rush to his aid. He waves them off with a mumble and a hand gesture, before pushing himself up using the wall.

“Sober up, will you,” the queen calls out from behind him. “Our guests should arrive tomorrow.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth curls up in delight as he locks gazes with the eunuch, whose face blanches with fright.

“Finally.”

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note (edit): now that i don’t want to claw my eyes out from being sleepy, i just want to give credit to “game of thrones” (book one) for bearing inspiration to this chapter. again i hope you enjoyed reading ♡

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