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moon-fics · 7 months

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heey, I hope you are having a good week! could you please write a fratboy!tom holland based on daylight (ts!) where he met her and discovered that love is much more beautiful and happy than he ever imagined it to be 🥹🫶

Ugh! Ok bear with me because I'm awful at Frat fics 😭 and I'm watching Grey's Anatomy so this is gonna be awful! This is gonna be short but I hope you enjoy it!

Even from outside the house, you can hear the music clearly and there are drunk students wandering the lawn. Your best friend has her arms wrapped around yours, keeping you close like you always do. She somehow always convinces you to join her for the same party every week for the sole purpose of seeing her crush.

It's juvenile but you get free alcohol so why not indulge her. The moment you enter the fraternity house you're hit with the smell of booze and sweat, which thankfully you got used to. The first time you entered this house you had to keep walking outside for fresh air.

"Oh my god, there he is!" She yells in your ear, loud enough to be barely heard over the blasting music. She discreetly points at the blond boy she's been gushing about since she first saw him. "Isn't he so adorable?" She giggles and you take a long look at the boy and still can't see what she does. You'd try and reason with her about him, but they genuinely seem to like each other.

"Well, you know where to find me," You unhook your arm from hers, allowing her to practically levitate to him. Just like every week you slip past the swaying bodies and enter the kitchen. The drinks are already laid out on the island counter which is way too fancy for the fart house.

As you pour yourself a drink in a plastic purple cup you notice a group of boys have also entered the kitchen. They seem to be having an intense conversation, debating something you're not interested in enough to listen to. You scoop ice out of a cheap cooler, standing up straight a little too fast.

You slam into one of the boys, spilling ice and a bit of your drink on your shirt. You take a second to examine your shirt, it's not going to stain but it's an inconvenience for now.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" You snap, spinning on your heel to face whoever you hit. Sure, you're being rude by instantly reacting badly, but you just want to drink and wait until your best friend is done dancing around her crush.

The moment you turn your eyes lock with a boy who is holding an annoyed look, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so harsh. As you stare at him you notice a shift in his eyes and his face relaxes. As if looking at you has somehow changed his mind about you. You clear your throat and now your shirt is unbearable to have on with alcohol-soaked cloth sticking to your stomach.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking!" He instantly replies, his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. His eyes land on the spillage that is still spreading and is now noticeable. "That does not look comfortable," He chuckles, running a hand through his gelled hair.

"Oh, no it feels really nice," You snark, pulling the shirt forward just enough to peel it off your damp skin. If you hadn't promised your friend you'd stay the entire night you would have gone home already. You know you should be nicer to him, it wasn't his fault. "Sorry for snapping at you," You sigh, glancing back up at him.

"I get it, it's a stuffy house and there's people everywhere. If I weren't obligated to be here I'd probably be anywhere else," He grins and now you can't help but find him handsome. His eyes wrinkle and shine in the dim lights. "I could grab you a new shirt, but it'll probably be a bit big," He suggests and a new shirt sounds perfect.

That's how you end up in his room, sitting on his bed that is surprisingly made. His room has a few posters taped to the wall, one of them being Spider-man. You expected everyone at a fraternity to have pinups and messy rooms, instead, his is organized and well thought out.

On his way up to his room, you learn his name is Tom and he's an open book. You could ask a million questions and he'd probably have a billion answers for you. It soothes your nerves that he's being sweet and not once has made a move.

"So, why did you join a frat?" You ask, leaning to the left to see him through the closet door. He's holding up two shirts on hangers as if he can't decide which ones to give you. Either one would work for tonight and you'd return it the next week. "Not to judge you based off of thirty minutes, but you don't seem like the type,"

He looks up from the shirts, his lips parted in surprise. It's a simple question, it's not like you're asking him something deeply personal. Yet, his expression makes you wonder if anyone has ever bothered to ask him anything that isn't skin deep.

"Ah, uhm my friend Harrison persuaded me to join with him," He answers quickly, putting one of the shirts back on his rack. He exits his closet, removing a grey long-sleeve shirt from the hanger. "Is this good?" He asks nervously.

You don't even take a second look at it before reaching for it, "Anything is better than smelling like alcohol," You joke, standing up from his bed. You gesture for him to turn around and he does so without protesting. He even goes as far as covering his eyes with one hand. "From what you said earlier, you don't enjoy the parties?"

Tom shakes his head, "It's always too crowded and I don't really know anyone. I try my best to socialize but after a while you kind of get sick of the loud music and constant flirting," He laughs but it's short-lived, it makes you feel bad for him. You understand the feeling of wanting to just be alone but ending up back at the party.

"I only come each week because my friend has a huge crush on this blond guy," You remove your shirt, wiping off some of the droplets of liquid off your skin. You swiftly straighten out his shirt and pull it over your head. It's a little heavy for how warm it is inside the room but it's comfortable enough to ignore. "You can turn around now,"

He hesitates for a second but drops his hand and shifts to face you. There's an awkward silence between the two of you which only grows longer. After maybe two minutes of you both looking anywhere but at each other he finally pipes up.

"Since we're both sort of obligated to show up at the party maybe we could hang out with each other," He squeaks out and quickly coughs to adjust his voice. "We could be friends," He suggests. You honestly don't even need to think about it, he's kind and how can you reject someone like him?

"Friends it is," You smile, your heart pounding at a newfound situation.

"No, seriously how can you be passing every other class except your history class?" You burst out laughing, staring at his grades for the semester. You really shouldn't be making fun of him, he worked hard and you helped him study for hours. Yet, you find yourself sitting on his bed covering your mouth while you giggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry are my grades making you upset?" He looks at his computer over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. His touch makes your chest bloom with warmth, forcing you to think back to the night you met him. You were so quick to judge him and now you can't help but be with him every second of the day.

"No, you're right I passed all my classes," You cackle, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "I mean, if you had told me four months ago that I'd end up dating a guy who knows barely any history I think I'd avoid the cooler," You tease, kissing his cheek to make up for it.

"If you did that I'd probably find another way to spill your drink," He mumbles, lifting your chin with his fingers. He plants a long kiss on your lips, enjoying how soft they are. He pulls away barely an inch before continuing to talk, "I've never met someone who truly makes college a better experience,"

"That's so corny," You snort but your heart is doing backflips. You'd never admit it out loud but you're grateful your best friend constantly dragged you to each and every party if it meant meeting him.

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hockeyshitandstuff · 3 years

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Are you in town? - Matthew Tkachuk (part 1)

part two here

part three here

word count: 1860 words

TW: language, angst (?)

let me know if you want part two, I’m somehow still not sure

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It was so hot that day. The movers were already gone, the place feeling empty without all the furniture. In a few hours, you'd be long gone, flying far away from Chesterfield.

Some small part of you felt sorry for selling your parents' house - the house you spent your whole childhood living in. But they moved out a few years ago and told you many times they didn't mind at all selling it.

Wiping the sweat off of your eyebrows you made your way through the blooming garden, trying to memorize every little detail. You remembered climbing this tree, you remembered the hole in the fence you made so the neighbour's dog could come play with you, you remembered the time capsule you and Matt buried here when you were fifteen.

Until now, you completely forgot about that. Even though you two didn't talk after he got drafted, it'd be a good idea to meet again since you might never see him again. You might be moving to Calgary but that city was so big it'd be a miracle to meet Matthew somewhere.

So you scrolled through your phone, praying he didn't change his number after all those years as you dialed it.

The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Yes?"

Matthew's voice was so different since the last time you talked.

"Hey Matt, this is Y/N, I'm moving out today and I thought we could dig up the time capsule we buried at my place as kids before I leave. Are you in town?" It was off-season so you might get lucky.

"You are moving out already? But yeah, I can meet you in an hour if you have the time."

"Yes, I'll still be here, don't worry."

"Okay..." There was a moment of awkward silence, neither of you knew how to break it. Was it a bad idea? Of course you wouldn't be as good friends as you once were. But you didn't know it would be this... weird. He didn't say goodbye back when he left to Calgary and didn't answer to any of your calls or messages. What were you thinking? That he wanted to see you?

"So, where are you moving to?" Matt finally continued, making the conversation more bareable.

"Calgary, they offered me an amazing job there."

"Really? I've been there for a few years."

"I heard." Not from you, was what you didn't say. It seemed like he'd heard it nonetheless.

Silence. You hated how distant you've grown - once, a long time ago, you were best friends. You went together to kindergarden and since then you've been the best of best friends. But even after all you went through, you didn't know what to say.

"Nevermind, I have to get going. I'll be at your place at three, okay?"

"Okay. I'll meet you there."

As you hung up, sadness enveloped you. Maybe you shouldn't have called. Maybe it'd be better to never meet Matt again, to remember only the good old times.

But he might be already on his way and you wanted to say a proper goodbye before going far, far away.

You loved him once, you recalled. It broke your heart when he left without looking back.

It irritated you that you couldn't do the same as easily.

...

"Y/N?" a now familiar voice called, the sound of closing car doors echoing through the silent street.

Matt looked same as he did four years ago and still totally different. It was like staring at a stranger you could swear you've already seen before. The curly, those pretty grey-blue eyes and the crooked smile you remembered and thought about too often. He got taller and more mascular over the time he played hockey professionally.

"Hey," you said nervously, tucking your slightly trembling hands into the pockets of your shorts.

Again, that uncomfortable silence took place.

"How long is it?" Since you've last seen each other. Since he'd ignored your calls and messages. Since he'd left you crying as he left this town - as he left you.

"Five years," you said.

Regret flashed in those pretty eyes as he took you in. Did you look to him the same as you did the last time he saw you?

"I'm sorry I didn't call." That was it? After five fucking years of silence, this was his apology for everything. This was a mistake. You didn't think it through when you called him today. Just now you started remembering all the things he's done to you.

"That doesn't make it hurt less, does it?" You whipped around, going to the line of fruit trees where you left the two shovels you borrowed from the neighbour.

Matt's hand slightly gripped your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

"I know that I made a bunch of wrong decisions before I left."

"I've been trying for 6 months to reach you before giving up completely. And you? You've been living the best version of your life anyone could ever imagine."

"That's not true and you know it." Matthew said and you wanted to leave right then, forget this stupid meeting.

"I do not." you hissed, trying to calm down your rising temper.

Matt sighed, not wanting to argue over this. So he made his way to the tree line, picked one shovel from the ground and started digging where he remembered the time capsule was.

You didn't help him dig it up. You were too lost in memories, clinging to the past as you thought of younger version of Matt.

The clang of metal on metal attracted your attention back to him. He grunted as he pulled up the metal box and laid it on the grass.

You ducked low next to him, dusting off the dirt of the box. It was an old, weirdly dented thing. Your eyes laid on the lock and you nearly sighed in annoyance just when Matt grabbed at his necklace, the key dangling from it. When you two buried the capsule, each of you got a key made for it. You had yours somewhere in the boxes that had already been shipped to your new apartment and Matt's... he didn't forget. He kept it through the years, guarding it and not losing it as you expected.

You didn't say anything, just patiently waited for him to open the box.

There was a letter inside, along with a bunch of things you thought of as long forgotten. Your bracelets of friendship, the colors faded already; a puck with which you and Matthew played your first hockey game together when you were six; so many polaroid photos with your faces on them; USB with a playlist you two always danced to.

Your eyes watered - how were you supposed to say goodbye to all of this?

Silently, you looked over all of the photos - you and Matt in the rink with small hockey sticks and skates, you and Matt sticking out your tongues colored blue with slushies, you and Matt, you and Matt, you and Matt...

Then Matthew's hand found yours, your fingers automatically intertwining with his. You started crying, first silently but then the sobs shook with your whole body.

"Come here," he murmured, hugging you. His body was so soft and warm, as if begging you to lean into his touch.

"How- how could you leave this all behind?" you mumbled between the sobs.

"It's not leaving if you don't say goodbye." Matt said, his fingers playing with yours.

"Then you are a fucking coward, Matthew."

Silence. He didn't argue with you on that, so you must have been right.

You stopped crying after a while, checking your watch while wiping your nose.

Shit. It was so late already - you had to call an uber to get you to the airport in the next hour or you'd be super late.

"I'll have to go," you said quietly, but Matt interrupted you.

"You are right," he tucked on the edge of his shirt, clearly nervous. He was nervous. "I was a coward. I thought that if I didn't say goodbye to you as I left, it'd hurt less. I was wrong and I was a fucking coward for not picking up your calls or replying to your messages because it would make it so real - that I was leaving and probably never coming back. But I want to make it all right again, I want to be a part of your life - if you will let me."

You thought about his offer and still, you couldn't answer. You weren't sure about letting him into your heart just for him to storm out again without a goodbye, leaving you behind, broken.

"Can I at least take you to the airport?" To that, you nodded, picking up the time capsule, putting all the items back in. Then you gave back the lent shovels to your neighbour and with a last glance at your house, you got into Matt's car.

...

On the way to the airport Matt played the playlist from the USB that was in the time capsule and the nostalgy hit you hard.

You remembered the lyrics, the melody; you remembered everything.

The drive was too short and you started panicking as the engine stopped.

Matthew helped you with your suitcase and went inside with you. The two of you stopped at the first gate.

"Here," he said, giving you a piece of paper. "It's my adress. Hopefully, you won't live so far away, so we could meet there if you wanted to."

You tucked it in your pocket without a word.

"Also, take this. I wrote it in ninth grade so don't think much of it. But I want you to read it, Y/N."

It was the letter from the time capsule, with your name on the blank envelope.

"I will." you promised.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward this time.

"I'll let you know my decision about what you said earlier. I just... I need some time."

Matt noded, giving you the space you so desperately needed.

"So, until we meet again - goodbye, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Matt."

...

The plane took off and you finally had the time to read the letter he gave you.

You immediately recognised his scrambled handwriting and you smiled at how messy it was before you started reading.

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing this in case I leave. Dad has been telling me for some time already that if I'll get drafted, I'll have to leave. He also said that if I'll be smart, I will never look back at my past.

I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future.

He said I'll meet a lot of girls but I know that none of them is going to be like you.

So, I promise you, I will never say goodbye to you.

I love you,

Matt

With trembling fingers, you pulled out your phone, the tears already staining the screen.

That's why he never said goodbye. Because of this stupid letter and his stupid promise.

The phone rang once before he picked it up.

"Y/N? What is it?"

A ragged breath escaped you and you laughed and cried at the same time.

"I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future."

"Oh, that was cheesy, wasn't it-"

"No, you dumbass. That's my answer."

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Friends (With Benefits)

Minors DNI

A/N: Fair warning this is a mammonxoc smut-not a very good one but its a smut nonetheless- because its just that kinda day... It’s not the first one I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve ever posted that hasn’t been part of a role play so... yeah. Do with that info what you will...

I'm not participating in kinktober but since its that time of year I figured eh why the hell not. Now, if you excuse me. I need some water.

Also I’m doing that 48hr post+ protest so any comments questions or concerns will be heard on the 4th.

Warning(s)?: unprotected sex, oral sex (Female receiving) size kink (if you squint)

Gods she needed to get off. She’d been down here on the exchange programme for about six months at this point and yeah, Asmodeus made it a point to make sure she had plenty of quality toys at her disposal for the year, but it just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Not to mention, she never had a moment’s peace in this god-forsaken house to begin with. It was common place for Arella to come home to Mammon or one of his brothers making themselves at home here in her room or just barging in whenever they felt like it- no better way to kill the mood than getting walked in on by one of her housemates.

In fact, that’s the case today. Arella had come home a little earlier than the others due to them being stuck for a student council meeting for the express purpose of having some privacy and time to relieve her frustrations without risking the chance that one of those pesky demons would interrupt her. Of course, that wasn’t the case for her as waiting on her bed was the Avatar of Greed himself scrolling through his phone like it was no big deal- dressed in only a pair of grey sweat pants because of course he would be.

It was a nice view though. Despite Mammon’s frustrating hot-’n-cold attitude sometimes, he always is pleasing to look at and now in her desire-addled mind, Arella finds herself scanning over his form as her eyes drift lower and lower until...

“Ya gonna just stand there or...?” Mammon calls, not looking away from the screen of his phone.

Her face flushes at the notion that he’s caught her eyeing him up like a piece a meat. “Why’re you in here, Mammon? Surely, you have better things to do since you’re always so busy.”

“Well yeah, naturally, I’ve always got shit ta do but I said we were gonna do movie night after school today so...”

“Can you give me a few hours, please? I... have to take care of something.” Arella sighs when the demon makes no effort to leave but rather shifts a little to the point that the material of his pants leaves astoundingly little to the imagination.

She audibly swallows, trying so hard not to stare. Arella has to look away, her face an impossibly bright shade of red as her mind starts to wander into the gutter. She could always order him away with the pact but she always did hate using it unnecessarily. It’s not until she sees the smirk on his face that she knows he’s fucking with her.

“What’s so important that I can’t be here, huh?” Mammon drops his phone on the bed beside him.

“That smirk on your face tells me you know exactly why.” The human glares at him.

“Yeah ‘n that’s why ‘m not goin’,” The Avatar of Greed laughs, “Yer jus’ gonna have to suffer, Princess.”

“You are absolutely horrible, you know that?” Arella sighs in frustration. “C’mon, Mammon, just go, please. Unlike you, who has the luxury of going out to find a partner when you need to get laid, I can’t for risk that they’ll eat me afterwards so I have to take care of myself when it comes to that.”

“You could always just ask me to help ya...” The demon suggests. “Ever heard of the term ‘friends with benefits’?”

“Huh- Wha- I – Of course, I’ve heard of the term!” She crosses her arms as she huffs. “But friends with benefits only works when both parties don’t run the risk of catching feelings. And you strike me as the type who does.”

“What? No. Couldn’t be me.” The demon rolls his eyes as he looks away, “’sides you’d be doin’ me a favor too and ya can’t tell me that yer not even a little curious about what I’m like in bed. I heard ya this morning. Moanin’ my name and beggin’ me for more.” A smug smirk paints itself on his face as he gets up, approaching her, walking her back until she’s trapped between him and the wall. “Well? Ya got your chance with The Great Mammon now... ya gonna take it or blow it?”

Arella bites her lip as she mulls it over. It wasn’t like he was wrong. She did fantasize about him more than she should for someone who she considers a friend. “Fuck it,” she murmurs as she surges forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as she pushes him back towards her bed.

If the need wasn’t so urgent, she’d take her time with Mammon, but honestly, going for six months without any chance for release when she was used to being able to have it whenever only made her more desperate to find it now. Her hands traveled all along the demon’s body as she straddled his hips. She let out a soft moan as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and he rolled them over, grinding his hips against hers. He broke their kiss only to trail them down to her neck where he nibbled and sucked little love bites into the delicate skin on her neck.

Arella’s fingers carded through his snowy hair as she panted, head tilting to the side as he moved, his hands coming up work on unbuttoning her unform shirt, tossing it to the side once it was off. He wasn’t so gentle with her bra, choosing to rip it off and toss it away as if the article of clothing had offended him somehow.

“Mammon!” she gasped as she watched it go.

“What? Ya got a hundred more where that came from. If it’s that big a deal I’ll by ya a new one.” the greedy demon growls as he trails his lips down her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one. Every once and a while he would lightly nip at her before circling it with his tongue. Arella would only tug at his hair impatiently signaling him to get on with it as he chuckled. “Here, get these wet for me.”

He prods her lips with his fingers and she takes them in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them as he pushed them in further to the point that she was nearly gagging on them as he works on ridding her of her skirt and panties. As they slid down her legs, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and tracing them down her stomach. He let his warm breath tease for a bit as she tried to rock her hips to spur him to action.

“Impatient, ain’t ya, Baby?” He chuckled, “Just hold still, you’ll get what ya want.”

“If you’d stop teasing, maybe I would,” she pouts, just wanting to feel him where she needed it most.

“As you wish, Princess.” The demon smirks as he spreads her open and licks a stripe from her opening to her clit and she could almost cry at how good it feels when he starts to gently suckle on the sensitive nub.

“Fuuuck, yes, right there,” She gasps at the feeling of his mouth on her and the prodding of one of his long fingers at her opening followed soon by a second. “Don’t stop...”

Her head tips back as she lets a pleasured sigh fall from her mouth, her hand coming down to knot itself in Mammon’s fleecy white hair to push him closer, drawing a moan from the demon. He has her dangerously close to the edge of oblivion without having even done much of anything.

“I’m so close, Baby, keep going.” she rocks her hips to match pace of his fingers before he pulls them away only to replace them with his tongue and she lets out a frantic cry as she feels the wet muscle work its way against her walls while his thumb rubbed tight circles around her clit.

“Don’t hold back. Let me have it.” He growls out as he returns to his ministrations and she absolutely loses it, body going tense as she lets out a strangled moan and she clenches around his tongue as she cries out his name.

The demon cleans her up as he helps her ride out her high before pulling away, making a show of licking his lips as he crawls his way back up her body. He leans down for another kiss and Arella moans at how she can taste herself on his lips and tongue. She used her knee to brush against his crotch listening to the beautiful groan he lets out at the sensation.

“Get those off,” The human says in reference to his sweat pants that now have a large stain of pre covering the front. “You need more or are you good to go right away?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He pushes himself up on his knees and slowly rids himself of his sweat pants allowing his cock to spring up, slapping against his belly.

Her jaw drops at the sight of him. She knew he was big- but damn. He absolutely would tear her apart if they we’re careful- and are those piercings? She can feel her mouth start to water as she looks up at him to see the predatory look in his eyes that were now a shining gold.

“That shut ya up real fast, didn’t it?” He chuckled as he lined himself up. “You ready or do you need a minute?”

“No, I’m fine.” A determined look crossed her eyes. “I’m more than ready.”

“Got a safe word?”

“Just use the traffic light system.” She hooks a leg over his hips to bring him closer. “I want this.”

The stretch she feels as Mammon enters her is as delicious as it is painful even with him taking breaks to let her adjust. Once he’s fully seated, he keeps still as she takes a moment to savor it. With a nod from her, he begins to rock his hips gently, upping his pace as he draws more moans and gasps and the occasional whine from his human. Soon he’s pounding into her as he slips into his demon form.

Her hands are at his back, digging into the skin near the base of his wings and scratching angry red lines down his back. She’s so tight around him that it’s intoxicating to the demon as he lets out a growl. He can feel her next climax is imminent by the way her walls are clenching and gripping him and the breathy pitchy cries of his name- by the way her eyes are nearly rolled back into her head as he pulls her legs up over his hips to hit deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming as his piercings drag along her walls and she cums for the second time that afternoon.

He slows his pace in consideration of the human but he never stops all together. As she starts to squirm from the overstimulation, Mammon holds her still.

“What’s your color, Baby?”

“Green,” Arella looks up at him and pulls him back down by the horns for a tongue filled kiss as he picks his pace back up.

She ran her fingers against the curls of his horns as the demon goes back to biting and sucking on her neck as the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of their moans, growls, and gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “More! I need more, Mammon. Please.” She has tears slipping down her cheeks from the overstimulation. “It's so good... you’re so big...”

He growls as he hoists her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her in half as he thrust into her at a near animalistic pace hitting the deepest part of her as she cried for him. He was getting close to his release as he grasped her hand in his.

“Almost there... so close... Just keep squeezin’ me like that.”

“Me too!” Arella threw her head back, “Fuck, I’m so close. Cum inside.”

“Yer playin’ with fire, Princess. Ya really want that from me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her grip on his hand tightened as she threw her head back. “Fill me up.”

He groaned as he felt her walls tighten once more as she hit her last release. “Shit... haah... fuck. I’m cumming!” Mammon buries his face in her neck as his thrusts falter. His cock twitches as he fills her with his seed until she’s overflowing with a mixture of their fluids.

They ride out their highs together, letting out soft groans and gasps as the demon pulls her legs down from his shoulders. They stare at each other as they try to catch their breath, wide-eyed, sweaty messes before bursting into a fit a laughter.

“I can’t believe we did that,” He sighs as he leans his forehead against hers.

“That was... amazing...” She sighs, “Best sex I’ve had ever had... I don’t know about you but I need a nap after we shower and change the sheets.”

“Yeah, I second that...” Mammon groans as he pulls out and rolls out of bed. “I’ll start the water; you just pull the sheets off.”

Arella only gave him a thumbs up as she sat up, feeling considerably better than she had before she’d gotten home from school.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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sensational

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell is away on a business trip for work, and you’re missing him more than you anticipated.

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+ smut; guided masturbation, male masturbation, female masturbation, light degradation, edging, orgasm denial, phone sex, long distance after care 🥺

Authors note: I’ve missed writing. So here’s a little something for Maxie cuz I’ve missed him too :( <3

Maxwell had only been gone sixteen hours. He left at 6am, and it was currently: you rolled over to check the time on your bedside alarm clock. 10pm. You frowned, pulling the crushed velveteen blankets up to your chin. He was probably fast asleep now anyway— after the flight and a long day proposing business scheme after business scheme.

You missed him a lot. He promised to call you every morning and every night, so long as he wasn’t swamped at the office. That was his promise and truthfully, you thought you’d be okay. He was only due to be away for a week. You knew a lot of other long-distance couples had it much worse. But being alone in his big suburban house was more isolating than you had ever even considered. It felt empty without him, and it didn’t feel like home anymore.

At least tomorrow you’d get to see Alistair, so that was a plus. You mentally groaned as you remembered how you were going to have to visit Maxwell’s ex-wife in order to pick up his son. She didn’t seem to like you all that too much, and to be honest, you could probably do without the chore of visiting her every Tuesday evening and putting up with her crap. It would be okay though. Alistair was worth it.

Your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. Your smart, handsome and powerful boyfriend with the honey coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was always soft and warm— and a fantastic lover. Not only he was an excellent businessman, but he was also a brilliant father and a wonderful partner. He really was the perfect man for you.

You smiled wickedly to yourself as you remembered last night, and the antics you had both gotten up to before he had to leave in the morning. It was a long, passionate night. Your fingers ghosted over the love bites and bruises that were peppered across your neck and collarbones, and you gasped at the memory, a familiar heat rushing down your body.

If only he was here now… you two could’ve done it all over again.

Your glazed eyes flicked up to the telephone that was on your bedside table. You must’ve been staring at it for a good few minutes, contemplating things. Maxwell had scrawled the number to his hotel room down on a card before he’d left… just in case of an emergency.

You dipped your hand down to your cunt and felt your breathing hitch as you gathered all your slick on your fingers. You hadn’t realised just how wet you’d become.

Just call him. The devil on your shoulder urged. If he was sleeping, you certainly didn’t want to wake him but… surely there was no harm in an innocent goodnight call. At least then, you could hear his warm voice and his articulate words.

Maxwell Lord had you whipped.

Sighing, you took the phone from the hook and dialled his number. He answered on the first two rings.

“Hey honey,” he had a tired lilt to his voice, but just the depth and richness of his tone was enough to set a blaze in your tummy. “I was just about to go to bed,” he continued. “It’s late. Why are you still up?”

Yes, his voice was giving you everything you had desired, and more.

You swallowed thickly, your finger tracing lazy circles over your clit. “Mm couldn’t sleep. Was thinkin’ bout you.” you revealed, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If you could get off to his voice alone, without having him notice what you were doing, that would be perfect. If he did catch on that you were touching yourself without his permission though… that would be a different story. “Miss you.” you exhaled, your eyes snapping shut.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” Max sighed, and you could faintly hear him shuffle around in his bed, the sheets making a fuzzy noise on the other end of the line. “What— what were you thinking about?”

The question was a trap. You knew Max all too well. He was right to have his suspicions.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, and you tried to repress a longing whine as your finger involuntary picked up speed, like some kind of reflex reaction to his question. “S-stuff,” you stammered out when you felt your fingers begin to dampen and slip between your folds. But ‘S-stuff’ was hardly going to be good enough for Maxwell. You dipped two fingers inside you, surprised at how well they were stretching you. “Mm— Max, miss— I miss—“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, already close to pushing your first climax out.

“Princess?” Max asked. “You there?”

Your response was delayed but was followed by a stifled moan that wasn’t lost on Max whatsoever. “Need you.” you gasped out, dropping the phone to your pillow by your head so you could use your other hand to rub yourself.

The friction of your digits rubbing against that sweet spot and the way your index finger and middle finger curled up inside of you was too much. You could feel yourself coming undone.

“Oh,” Max omitted knowingly, unable to contain the small smirk that was crossing his lips. “Oh baby.”

He felt his cock twitch from the faint little whimpers you were making, and he slid his hand under the waistband of his light grey sweats, freeing his already semi-hard erection.

“Tell me princess,” Max hummed. “What ‘stuff’ were you thinking about?”

Fuck. You wanted to curse. He knew. He clearly knew you were touching yourself to the sound of his voice; probably thinking you were needy and desperate. But you were. You really were and you’d give anything just to feel his hands on you right now.

“S-so much,” you answered, trying your hardest to collect your thoughts for him. “Undressing me. Caressing me. Mm, you playing with my tits like you always do. Kissing them— sucking them. Biting…” you reluctantly pulled your finger from your clit and began to palm at your breasts. “Come home.”

The two words were practically begging him. You ached for him. Your entire body was burning with arousal and you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.

You knew it was a stupid request; and that he couldn’t just ‘come home’. But if you could have one wish— it would be for him to be on top of you right now, smothering you with kisses and whispering dirty little words into your ears.

“M-Max?” your voice was broken as you continued curling your fingers inside of you.

His fingers were wrapped around his own length now, pumping it as he imagined you sprawled out, naked on his king-sized bed. The grey sweats and white shirt had been long discarded onto the floor.

“I’m right here baby,” he assured, gathering the beads of milky white precum and rubbing it up and down his cock. “I’m here. Why— why don’t you take my pillow and grind your pretty pussy over it hm? I know you can get off like that, you dirty girl.”

Another uncontrollable whine omitted from your lips at his light degradation. You followed his orders, knowing better than to disobey. Taking his pillow, you got on your knees and positioned it in between your legs, holding the phone to your ear as you began to thrust your hips.

You imagined it be his lap. You’d rubbed yourself over his thighs plenty of times, making a mess of his designer pants and creating stains not even the drycleaner’s could remove. His pillow still vaguely smelt of his apple scented shampoo and it only spurred you on even more.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Maxwell grunted. “My pretty girl. What are you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure rifed through your veins. “I’m your pretty girl.” you confirmed, feeling your cheeks heat up when Max chuckled.

It was a sensation overload— and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last. Maxwell knew too, judging by the way your moans picked up and became jagged. “God— Ma-Mmm—Max,” your thoughts were fuzzy and jumbled as you increased your pace. You wanted to feel something inside of you again. Your fingers or a dildo or— something, anything. But you weren’t even sure if you’d get the chance. “I’m so close,” you warned. “Gonna— gonna cum—“

“No,” Max said darkly, his voice having lowered an octave. “Roll on your back princess, and pull the pillow off you.”

You wanted to cry. You knew he always liked to play these games.

“B—but,” you choked out, wanting to finish and reach your orgasm.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

He was using that scary business voice. The one you often overheard when he was on the phone with partners or associates. Reluctantly you pulled the pillow away from your weeping cunt put it back in its place.

“O-okay,” you mused, wiping the tears that had pricked at the corner of your eyes as you changed position and got comfortable on your back, just like he’d instructed.

“I wish I was with you sweetheart, wish I could fuck your little pussy. How wet are you?”

“Very.” you replied exasperated, desperately waiting for him to let you touch yourself again.

“Show me,” Maxwell smiled wickedly. “Move the phone in between your legs and finger yourself. I want to hear you.”

You frantically followed his instruction and inserted your two fingers inside of you, pushing them deep and curling them upwards so they hit that hot, spongey sweet spot. Your legs were shaking and your back was arched over top of the satin sheets as you panted your boyfriend’s name.

Max was more than thrilled to hear the squelching wet noise that echoed throughout the comfort of yours and his shared bedroom, with every thrust and curl of your fingers. It felt good but… it just wasn’t him.

Now his own broken gasps were audible. You loved to hear him. He always got loud when he was close. That’s how you knew he was about to finish. “So— so good. Sweetest cunt in the whole fuck—fucking world. When I come home I— gonna fuck you so hard.” he promised in between shaky breaths.

Your lips curled into a grin and you arched your back as your slick dipped down the softness of your inner thighs. After all the edging and over stimulation, there was no way you were going to last. This was exactly what you wanted; Max may not have been physically there but his voice alone had always worked wonders.

“Can we— can we cum togeth—“ your request was fuzzled by the way you buried your head into your pillow, feeling a warm flush of heat race to your core.

“Yes,” Max cut you off impatiently. “Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, I don’t think I can hold it—“

“You can baby, you can. I’m going to count down from three and we’ll cum together. Okay?”

You were a screaming sweating mess at this point, and his countdown couldn’t have felt any slower. Three seconds felt like three years as you mustered all your will to obey him.

“Three, two, one—“

He didn’t even say zero. The countdown was followed by a long groan falling from his lips as his milky white seed spilt all over his fist and his tummy. His cry pushed you over the edge and you released your own climax, spasming and shaking on his side of the bed.

You curled up under his sheets, still shaky, and pulled the phone back to your ear. “Hi,” you whispered sheepishly. “That was good.” you bit down on your lip, smiling to yourself. Your own voice was a little hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling himself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” you admitted with a huff, relishing in his cologne scented blankets.

“Wish I was there to clean you up,” Max sighed, and for a split second, he pondered the consequences of catching the next flight home.

He always took care of you after sex, paying a meticulous amount of detail to how you acted after your moments of shared intimacy. He’d fetch you water and wipe away any mess with a warm wash cloth. Sometimes he’d even help you into some cozy pyjamas or one of his shirts.

“I can go clean myself up, don’t worry about me,” you hummed in contentment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect baby,” he grinned “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I can let you go—“

“No,” you cut him off, clutching onto the phone not wanting him to leave. Yeah you’d missed the amazing sex but truthfully, you’d missed him the most. “Can we uhm, can we just stay here on the phone together? Fall asleep together? I— I want you to be there when you wake up.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t see a problem with your request. In fact, he thought it was a wonderful idea.

“Yeah, of course honey,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna go wipe myself down. You should do the same.”

“O-okay,” you sniffed. “I love you. I won’t be long.”

When you returned, Max was already waiting for you. “Princess?” he called, when he heard you shuffle back into bed.

“Hiya,” you giggled, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sleepy.” you admitted, your statement followed by a yawn.

Max chuckled. “Has my girl worn herself out?”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah.”

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go sleep.” Max hummed, resting the phone by his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Okay, good night Maxie.” you mused softly.

“Good night honey.” He returned, before you both fell asleep.

——————

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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unfair, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ft. yoongi

summary: Min Yoongi lived a simple life, alone in his apartment with his dog, Holly. Then he (and his dick) noticed his next-door neighbor. And her boyfriend. But nothing was going to come out of that. They weren’t trying to seduce him... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (jk/you); pining/slow burn; overheard smut; smut (fem reader, threesome, m and f-receiving oral); lil fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then changes to yours when it gets... fun. ;)

Min Yoongi had a problem. A problem most men probably had, but not a problem he was used to. He wasn’t a thirsty kind of guy. For most of his life, he really didn’t care about sexual shit. He had fallen in love, sure, but that was the gradual feeling, the kind that grew slowly but surely, and ultimately burned out when the girls would basically tell him he was boring as fuck. Which he knew he wasn’t. He was just… really garbage at being romantic.

Of course, he was older now, so he had some idea of romance and showing affection, not for his sake but for the sake of loving someone. Even if he was bad at it, the whole point was to try. To be honest, he hadn’t actually put that theory into practice yet, but that was what he had concluded after his last break-up. But now he had a problem.

It was not fucking fair how fucking hot his next-door neighbor was.

It just wasn’t. To whatever higher power was up there, what the actual fuck? Why do this to him, Min Yoongi, of all people? He was a kind boy. A good soul. He didn’t need to step out of his apartment to walk his dog Holly to see his next-door neighbor in a sports bra and leggings wiping her brow with a towel after her morning run. A little sweaty, cheeks flushed, skin glistening. Holy fuck. To top off that banging body, she looked up at him and gave him a confident smile and a polite nod before going into her apartment. Not even embarrassed.

Fuck. Now he had to walk his dog with a hard-on. Great.

To make it even worse, he was pretty sure she was taken. A guy would come around and they would leave together, probably to go on dates. Usually he was in sweats and a bucket hat but this time Yoongi saw him in slacks and a dress shirt.

And, oh, holy hell.

Of course, the guy was fucking handsome as fuck. Nice broad shoulders and muscular arms. Cute face with a mischievous smile and nose scrunch when he laughed. A sweet, tiny mole underneath his lower lip and another on his cheek. Neat black hair swept to one side, begging to have hands running through those strands. Round, brown doe eyes. Thighs could probably crush him and Yoongi would be happy about it. And then she came out of her apartment in her tight black dress and heels, sliding into the guy’s arms so easily and giving him a kiss. The dress showed off her nice round ass and juicy, squeezable thighs.

It was all fucking terrible for Yoongi.

“Ooh, you’re looking pretty for me today, love.”

“Wow, Jungkook, contain yourself for one second so we can at least eat first.”

“I’m ready to eat something, that’s for sure.”

He was not creeping; he was collecting a package outside his door. That was it. He was not the least bit interested in what was going on next to him.

Holly raced out of his apartment, his tiny fluffy brown butt bouncing as he rushed to the people, barking excitedly. Yoongi nearly dropped his package in surprise, shoving it under his arm and rushing over.

“Holly, no! I’m so sorry–”

The guy, Jungkook, laughed as he crouched down, barking back at Holly playfully.

“Aren’t you cute? What’s your name, little one?”

His next-door neighbor smiled at him. Yoongi was ready to crawl into a hole in embarrassment. Not only was he looking frumpy as fuck in a stained white t-shirt and black sweats, but he was also struggling to wrangle Holly with a large box under his arm. To top it off, Jungkook was not making it any easier by chasing Holly around. Yoongi’s black hair was messy and unbrushed, long enough to almost cover his eyes. He was basically a hobo compared to these two.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, he’s a bit–”

“It’s okay.”

He froze up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

“What’s your dog’s name?”

He swallowed. “H-Holly.” Oh shit. He accidentally looked at her chest. Why did she have such pretty collarbones? She seemed not to notice. Instead she looked over to Jungkook who was wrestling with Holly on the floor and rubbing his belly.

“He’s really cute,” she said with a smile. “You don’t mind if Jungkook plays with him a little, do you?”

“N-no,” Yoongi mumbled, biting his lip. She had plump, shapely lips stained red.

She held her hand out. “I only moved in last month.” He placed her hand in hers. She had a nice, firm handshake. She was telling him her name and he was imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to get a grip.

“Min Yoongi,” he said robotically. What are social skills? Yoongi didn’t remember any of them at the moment.

“That’s Jeon Jungkook,” she was saying, pointing to the young man on the floor. Holly was licking his hands excitedly. Yoongi noticed a small heart tattooed onto Jungkook’s right hand. Fuck. He had nice hands too. His cock was waking up. Oh fuck.

“Come on, Holly, we have to go now.”

“Aww,” Jungkook whined. Why the fuck was this guy so fucking cute? Please have mercy. Jungkook waved to Holly with a smile. “See you later, Holly!”

Yoongi bowed awkwardly and scurried back into his apartment, Holly bounding in behind him as he shut the door. He barely even squeaked out a goodbye. He didn’t have a chance because – yup, now he had a giant boner.

Holly wagged his tail and barked up at Yoongi, who sighed and shook his head.

His brother asked to take Holly for a while. It was fine with Yoongi; his older brother was going camping with his wife and Holly loved being outdoors. Actually, he invited Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy and suggested Holly to go instead. Holly loved Yoongi’s brother – maybe even more than Yoongi himself, the traitor. To be honest, if his brother decided to have kids soon, Yoongi had always said it would be a good idea for Holly to grow up with them. Dogs were an essential part of childhood, after all.

That’s why Yoongi was sitting alone in his apartment, reading, with no dog noises around him to distract him. It was nice, quiet, and serene.

Or it would be, if it wasn’t for his next-door neighbor literally fucking up a storm.

Instead, Yoongi was seething at the shared wall next to him as he was very clearly hearing someone getting banged. Which was fine, because people were allowed to do what they wanted. Yoongi didn’t care. Except he did kind of care, because he was absolutely sure it was Jungkook fucking the daylights out of his hot-as-fuck next door neighbor. It was also upsetting because his dick was suddenly awake and saying hello as if he had been called to attention.

But, nope, it was just Yoongi sitting alone glaring at the wall that separated him and giving the two of them a piece of his mind.

Or his meat.

He frowned and made a face. He didn’t have thoughts like that. No, not him, Min Yoongi. He was pure, he definitely did not have any naughty thoughts, nope, not a single o–

A particularly lustful moan of Jungkook’s name cut though his thoughts.

Was he sitting at the chair closest to the wall? Maybe. Well, he was. Could he just move to his kitchen and not hear anything? Yes. Was he going to move?

No.

What number was this anyway? Did Jungkook have the stamina of a horse or something? Not that Yoongi cared, mind you. He certainly did not. It was interesting to think about, that’s all. And then he heard something he thought he would never, ever hear.

“Oh, fuck, Yoooongi!”

Um, what? Did he hear that correctly? Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow at the wall. It must have been his imagination, surely, because the sound of skin on skin was not stopping. There was no way she had said the wrong name by accident, right? And Jungkook wouldn’t just let her blurt some other guy’s name out for no reason, right?

He glared at the wall suspiciously, as if it could answer.

Eventually the sounds died down, which was a relief. Hours went by and all Yoongi could think about was her saying his name. There was no way she accidentally said his name while getting fucked by Jungkook. Making that kind of mistake was unforgivable. He ended up ordering take out because to be honest he couldn’t really concentrate on cooking. Yoongi frowned as his doorbell pinged, walking to the door automatically. He must have manifested his thoughts or something like that. He placed his hand on the knob and opened it. It was his imagination, surely–

“Hey, did you order delivery? The person accidentally dropped it off at our door.”

Yoongi almost fell over.

His next-door neighbor blinked at him as he struggled to find his words. She was wearing a big baggy white t-shirt that clung to her body. No pants. The bag was in front of her chest. He could barely see the light pink of her panties.

“Ah, it wasn’t the other door. Is it his?”

Jungkook bounded over, black hair messy, his doe-like eyes wide with curiosity. Grey t-shirt, gray sweatpants. Tattoos going up his right arm. Yoongi nearly had a heart attack seeing his muscular arms.

“Uh, ah–yes, it’s mine, sorry–”

She smiled and held it out to him.

“Here you go.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head – she wasn’t wearing a bra, holy shit – and he nearly dropped the bag if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes placing his hand at the bottom of the bag.

“Whoa, careful there.”

Thankfully his arm was now blocking her tits so Yoongi snatched the bag and bowed profusely, mumbling apologies.

“Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s no problem,” she said brightly. “Enjoy your meal.”

She waved and Yoongi finally looked up, seeing her body turned away from him. Oh, whew. Then he looked up to their faces.

And found both of them smirking at him before they went back into her apartment.

“They’re fucking with me, Hoseok!”

“Calm down, hyung. I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

That’s what his best friend Jung Hoseok told him over dinner. Yoongi was having none of it.

“How can I be over-thinking it when they’re smirking at me at my front door?”

Hoseok winced. “I don’t know, maybe you imagined it. Why would your next-door neighbor and her boyfriend do something like that?”

“I don’t know, it’s not bad, it’s just–”

“Wait, you like it?”

“… I didn’t–”

Hoseok had burst out laughing like a lunatic.

The laughter rang in Yoongi’s ears as he stood at his front door, silently fuming. He shouldn’t have told Hoseok. But who was he supposed to tell? He wasn’t that close with many of his friends, after all. And Hoseok didn’t end up being mean about it in the end. Yoongi rubbed his forehead, shoving his hair under his black cap. Ah, it was probably just an empty hope after all. He was over-thinking it. Only an absolute loon would think that his next-door neighbor and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with him.

“Yoongi?”

He jumped, jerking away from his door suddenly. She stared at him, lip quivering, a worried look on her face. Cropped pink sweatshirt and leggings. Whew, at least she was clothed.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Is this a bad time?”

“I wasn’t scared,” he said automatically. “Only surprised.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what was it?”

“Oh, I just…” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, fluffing her hair. Fuck. Stop being cute. “I don’t mean to pry, but I haven’t seen you walk Holly lately. I was wondering if he was okay?”

Oh. Right. His dog. “Ah, Holly is with my brother right now. He’s fine. We sort of have shared custody of him since we all grew up together,” Yoongi added with an awkward smile. Ack. Social skills, what even are they?

“Oh, that’s a relief!” She placed a hand on her chest and smiled. “I’m sorry if I was being too nosy.”

He waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Who wouldn’t notice? You always looked so happy walking him.” He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst if she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“Ah…” Hang on, what? His cheeks began to warm.

“You must love dogs.”

Right. His dog. He chuckled. “I don’t usually, but somehow Holly made his way into my heart.”

She looked rueful. “I’m jealous of him.”

What?

“It must be difficult to win your heart.”

Was she… flirting with him?

She smiled innocently at him but those eyes were giving him a different story. The mischievous sparkle made his response die in his throat. He stared at her for a good minute.

“What… about Jungkook?”

“What about me?”

Yoongi felt his entire body freeze. He was caught. Shit, shit, shit.

Jungkook brushed past him ever-so-slightly, hand lingering on Yoongi’s jacket-covered arm before he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. Jungkook grinned at her and turned back to Yoongi with a bright bunny-like smile.

“Hey.”

Yoongi looked away quickly, realizing he was observing much too closely. “Er, hello.”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He swallowed and looked up, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile.

“If you’re ever feeling up to it, we would love you to come over sometime.”

Jungkook grinned. “Any time!”

Oh, fuck. Jungkook’s hands were on her waist, sliding down slowly. Tongue in his teeth as she leaned against his chest with that foxy smile. Yoongi opened his mouth, but the only sound he made was an awkward croak. He coughed and looked away.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

Yoongi hastily fumbled with the door lock and ran into his apartment, praying that neither of them could see his blushing face and his massive hard-on.

“They said you could come over any time. You are not crazy. You are just being nice.”

Yoongi stood in front of his next door-neighbor’s door like a zombie, clutching one bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey for dear life. He had contemplated his outfit three times before deciding that a long-sleeved white shirt, black jeans, and ripped gray denim jacket was not trying too hard. But just to be sure, he wore his nicer black boxer briefs and not the ones with holes in them.

Just…

In case.

“They don’t want to fuck you. They’re being nice.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He sputtered. “A-ah!”

Oh my god.

Was it even possible for a woman to be this pretty? Decked in a floaty, red dress with a delicate bow around her neck and fluffy white slippers, his next-door neighbor seemed surprised to see him. The fabric floated down and clung to her curves, dipping inward in between her legs. Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her plump lips curved into a small ‘o’.

“Yoongi! I wasn’t expecting you for another ten minutes! Jungkook told me he just arrived.”

“I’m here, darling.”

Jungkook’s deep voice purred behind Yoongi. The older man nearly jumped and turned to see Jungkook right behind him – how long had he been there? Black t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black sneakers. Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous smile and he leaned over Yoongi, his chest brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi felt his heartbeat skyrocket at the sudden closeness until he realized Jungkook was kissing his girlfriend on the forehead, patting her head gently.

“Fancy for a just watching a movie,” Jungkook teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I just bought this dress! I can wear whatever I want.”

“Yes, you can, and you look cute in it too.”

Yoongi would have been paying attention except he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hand against his back, sliding slightly downwards. He froze, breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t that he was starved for intimacy or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little bit, but, shit, what was he supposed to do with two very obviously hot as fuck people were seducing him? Ignore it?

No, he most certainly was not.

Yoongi stumbled, nerves rattling him. He felt strong arms hold him straight.

“Oh, sorry, did you trip?” Jungkook asked, worry laced in his voice.

“Ack, where are my manners? Come in, come in.”

He felt Jungkook push him lightly. Yoongi swallowed and stepped inside the apartment, still clutching the two bottles of alcohol for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from… uh. Things. Breathe deep, Min Yoongi. You are not fifteen.

“These… are for you.”

He held out the two bottles to her. She tilted her head as she read the labels, taking them from him. It took all of Yoongi’s power not to grab her tits.

“Oh, thank you! Look, Jungkook, he bought red wine, your favorite!”

Jungkook bounded past him excitedly and took the bottle from her. “Ah, yesss! All for me!”

Yoongi blinked. “You don’t drink?”

She tapped the whiskey bottle. “I do. Just not wine.”

Watching a movie? Yeah, right.

How was Yoongi supposed to watch anything at all? One look at Jungkook in his loose black t-shirt and, fuck, he was reminded the guy’s entire right arm was tattooed. Holy shit. And her? Wrapped so nicely in floaty red fabric with that bow around her neck. It meant the dress had a deep neckline and he could see the curve of her cleavage, the plushness of her breasts.

Fuck this movie. Yoongi literally had no idea what was on the screen at this point.

She leaned against Jungkook as he sipped his wine. Every so often, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Like… what? Granted, it wasn’t very much, but he had never seen a woman just… do that. She would smile and settle back onto the couch, into the curve of Jungkook’s arm. His tattooed arm. Jungkook would then drape it around her again, fingertips almost touching her breast. All this, happening within ten inches of Yoongi, who was sitting on her right side.

He didn’t know what number he was on now. Yoongi wasn’t a lightweight but he couldn’t calm his nerves either. Nerves or growing lust?

Both.

Yoongi looked away and stared at the screen. He didn’t know what he was looking at. All he could think about was faceplanting into those tits and Jungkook’s hands all over him. Or her sitting on his face as Jungkook sucked him off. Or, her sitting on Jungkook’s face and him sucking Jungkook off–

“Yoongi.”

He nearly flung his glass in surprise but she reached over and took it from him. Her breasts brushed against his arm and Yoongi stiffened, trying to keep his face neutral.

“I think you need to slow down. Are you okay?” she said worriedly, placing the whiskey glass on the coffee table.

“No.” He shook his head quickly and cleared his throat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

Jungkook and her stared at him.

Yoongi raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Er… I am getting this feeling,” he said awkwardly.

She tilted her head. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no. If you’re not comfortable, then we understand. You should go home if you’re not feeling well.”

No, that’s not really what I want. I want to fuck, damnnit!

“Ah…” Yoongi swallowed at the sudden attention placed on him. “It’s not that.” He was a straightforward person. He didn’t know how to make it sound metaphorical or pretty. “You two have a very strong… presence.”

She frowned slightly. “Is that bad for you?”

“N-no. It’s, er… attractive.”

Oh shit. He said it.

“Ah, I meant–” Yoongi coughed, looking away quickly. “The other day… I thought I heard my name… But it must have been a mistake, right?” He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say such–”

A softness pressed against him. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his jacket, only his long-sleeved white shirt. He froze. The softness slid up his arm. He could feel the weight of her body against him. His brain was turning into mush. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

“You heard me?” The words purred against his neck, hot and heavy.

He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. Yoongi tried to collect his words, fumbling through them.

“N-not on purpose…”

“You want me to say your name again? So you can hear it in person?”

The weight lifted. Slowly, Yoongi turned his head. His eyes trailed up her legs, to the floaty red fabric, to her waist, then up her chest to her face. She smiled slyly at him. Strong hands, one tattooed, one not, slid up her sides, grasping the bottom ties that held the bow together. Jungkook’s mischievous face popped up from behind her head. Yoongi just stared at them, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like a surprised kitten.

The bow teased apart, slowly. Jungkook’s hands slid inside the fabric, pushing it away. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Jungkook cupped her breasts gently, rubbing his palms over them. She was wearing heart shaped pasties to cover her nipples. Yoongi was aware that he could run right now. He could have just stood up and walked out and that weirdness would have been over. Except, well…

His hand lifted. Yoongi hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes.

She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his. His heart thumped loudly in his ribcage as she led him to her chest.

“You can take it off, if you want,” she said gently.

Yoongi swallowed as his fingertips touched her breast. Oh, so soft. He hooked a nail underneath the sticky material and pulled lightly. Nothing. She chuckled and shook her head.

“Little harder, Yoongi.”

His name was a soft purr. Yoongi bit his lower lip and yanked a little harder. It came off in his hand. He blinked rapidly in surprise, hoping he didn’t hurt her. His second thought was…

Holy shit, her nipple.

It was prominent, sticking straight out at him. It would have been visible through the fabric of the dress due to its size. Thinking about that was arousing him. Yoongi felt as if his whole face was heating up. He vaguely registered Jungkook peeling off the second one and dropping it on the coffee table. Now there were two – great math there, Yoongi, he scolded himself – and he sat like a statue, unable to comprehend that this was real.

Jungkook pushed her breasts together, trapping her nipples between his index and middle finger. He rolled them slowly. Yoongi watched in fascination as her eyes slid closed and her head tipped back, a breathy moan dripping from her lips. Jungkook squeezed and kneaded her breasts, nose buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply, murmuring her name. Her eyelids fluttered.

“A-ah… Yoongi…”

There was no wall blocking his view now. It was real.

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, leaning forward. He was still too afraid to touch.

“Y-yes?”

Her hand came up and stroked his cheek softly. He leaned into her touch, hungry. Her thumb pressed against his lips.

“Wanna kiss you.”

He cursed his bad habit of chewing on his lips, but leaned forward delicately. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was watching him with amusement. He wanted to ask. Are you sure? Jungkook seemed to understand and he nodded, smile turning gentler at Yoongi’s nervousness.

His eyes found hers again. Her lips parted. She led him to her face, closing her eyes slowly as her lips touched his. So soft, so gentle. It wasn’t the kiss he expected from his daydreams. It was warm and calm, soothing his nerves. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as the kiss deepened, tongue dancing against tongue. Everything just felt so soft. So lovely.

He felt Jungkook take his hands and slide them down. Yoongi gasped into her mouth as his palms touched her nipples. She moaned at his touch, nipping at his lower lip as he squeezed them, rolling her nipples with his thumb. They were just the right measure of hardness and softness. Her hands found his jeans and she pulled him closer by the waist, his body against hers.

“Yoongi-ssi…”

It wasn’t her voice. It was Jungkook’s, leaning forward and pushing up his shirt, running his hands over his skin. Yoongi gasped, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was so obvious that Jungkook was more muscular and stronger than he was. But she held him close, kissing his jaw and neck. Jungkook’s face came into view, small smile dancing on his lips.

“I can call you that, right? Even though you’re my hyung?”

At this point, Yoongi didn’t even remember what honorifics were. “Whatever you want,” he muttered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward, placing his lips on his. Oh, yes. More passionate, intense. Yoongi felt himself moan into Jungkook’s mouth and the younger man sucked on his tongue, hands along his back, pressing him into her.

It took a moment to untangle slightly. Breathing hard, Yoongi found himself looking into two pairs of lustful eyes.

“What do you want to do, Yoongi?”

Seducing Min Yoongi hadn’t been easy. There had been moments where you wondered if you had gone too far, or if Jungkook had teased him a little too much. It had been a long, carefully laid out plan. In fact, Jungkook almost gave up in the middle at one point and tried to convince you that he should hump him to get the message across. It had been a little difficult. But it was all worth it.

Because now you two managed to get Yoongi in the bedroom, flat on his back, your pussy in his face and Jungkook’s mouth on his cock. And oh, fuck, his fucking tongue. It had taken some more fondling and kisses to make Yoongi say it.

“Could I… eat you out while Jungkook sucks me off? Is that too much or–”

You grinded your hips into Yoongi’s face, sucking in a breath as Jungkook’s head bobbed up and down on Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook naked was already enough to make you wet. His muscular back, that ass, his tattooed arm, and his forearms flexing as he held Yoongi’s hips down. Could he suck dick as well as you? No, but he had a pretty good idea considering you were excellent at it. Watching Yoongi’s cock slide in and out of his mouth was a delicious sight. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your clit had you dripping into his mouth. Somehow, he had just the right amount of pressure and roughness as he stroked you to climax, nails digging into your thighs.

You moaned in satisfaction, panting Yoongi’s name. Jungkook’s brown eyes flickered up to you and he made a muffled noise as he witnessed you playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. You saw his hips jerk, humping the bed. You grinned. Teasing Jungkook was fun.

Yoongi tapped your leg and you got up, concerned. But he was clutching the sheets, gasping, head thrown back as he groaned, shoving his crotch into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gripped Yoongi’s hips, swallowing nosily as Yoongi’s entire body shuddered.

“F-fuck!”

You smiled as Jungkook sucked him dry, slowly rubbing his tongue around Yoongi’s cock as he cleaned him up. Yoongi did not seem like he was expecting this at all and moaned loudly, probably a little too loud. Jungkook dipping his head slowly, down, down, until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat. Yoongi’s face scrunched up, slipping into a moan as Jungkook slowly pulled back, Yoongi’s cock popping out of his lips.

Jungkook grinned. “Did I do good?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love.”

Yoongi squinted at him. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

Jungkook pointed to you. “From the best.”

You smiled and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, tugging on your arm.

You nodded. “What is it?”

Jungkook pulled you to him and kissed you, smiling against your lips. He readjusted you to be on top of Yoongi, your back to his chest. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise, but you rubbed your ass against his still sensitive cock, making him gasp. His hands wrapped around you. Yoongi had pretty hands, the kind of hands that made you pause the first time you saw him, the kind of hands you dreamed about touching you, the kind of hands that made your body melt. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t see Yoongi’s handsome face in his position but Jungkook was lifting your legs now, setting them on his shoulders. The condom was already on.

Jungkook smirked.

Was this man really going to expose your favorite position right now?

“Jung–fuuuuuck!”

His cock slid into you, slow and deep and hard. You yelped, feeling Yoongi grab your breasts and knead them. You liked this position for several reasons – one, Jungkook had you basically trapped under his body, and, two, Jungkook had power and gravity on his side. Thus, he could fuck you hard and deep at the same time, absolutely ruining you. And watch your face while he was doing it.

“Jungkook, ah, so deep,” you moaned, leaning against Yoongi’s chest as he pinched your nipples. Your pussy clenched, squeezing Jungkook’s cock inside you.

“That’s how you like it,” he drawled, rolling his hips into you, making his cock throb. You whimpered, looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipples and you whined as Jungkook thrust into your leisurely, burying himself in your folds.

“Whose idea was it to scream Yoongi’s name while we were fucking, hm?” Jungkook teased, fucking with such force that your ass bounced against Yoongi’s dick each time. You could feel him getting hard as your ass rubbed against it.

“M-mine,” you reply, earning you a slightly harder pace.

“So naughty,” Jungkook purred, licking his lips. “You wanted Yoongi so bad, didn’t you, love?”

You could only moan as Jungkook began to fuck you harder. Yoongi’s cock was smearing pre-cum all over you. You tried to desperately rub your ass against his cock, feeling it throb underneath you. It wetly slapped your ass every time Jungkook bounced you up and down.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted, kissing your neck. “Fuck, you two are seriously not fair.”

“Yoongi, ah, Jungkook…”

Yoongi rolled your nipples against his fingers and pinched them. You cried out, pussy clenching as your orgasm hit you, so overflowed with stimulation that you could barely think. Jungkook gritted his teeth, maintaining his pace as they worked you up again, Yoongi’s fingers rolling your nipples and Jungkook fucking you deep. It was an absolute mess of your own cum dripping down and Yoongi’s pre-cum mixing with it. The head of Yoongi’s hard cock was rubbing against your ass. You could watch Jungkook thrusting in and out of you, shiny and glistening.

“Ah, fuuuuck!”

You moaned as you came again, thick juices gushing down and coating Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook shuddered at your pussy tightening around him. You felt Yoongi’s hips shudder as he sucked in a breath sharply, groaning at the sensitivity as he came on your ass and up your thigh, splattering onto Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly before fucking you even harder. It didn’t take long before he hissed, cock jerking inside you as he came, your name dragged out in a long moan. His jaw clenched, hips thrusting a little to get the last drops out of his softening cock.

After a moment, he pulled out, leaving you panting and sore in Yoongi’s arms. He got up to clean himself off, looking for a towel. Yoongi buried his face in your neck. You could feel his warm cheeks.

“Sorry about the bed,” he mumbled.

You reached back and petted his hair, breathing his name. You rubbed your ass against him and Yoongi stiffened. It made you grin.

“Stay the night, Yoongi.”

He nuzzled your hair even though he grumbled a bit.

“F-fine.”

part ii

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#jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #min yoongi x you #jeon jungkook x you #min yoongi smut #jeon jungkook smut

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seodami · 3 years

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Gym surprises | KTH

Genre: Fluff, simping, (((suggestive???no?)))

Warning: thirsting over muscles, being awkward, mentioning of sweat

Word count: 1376

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x reader (gn)

Note: so so I just imagined going to the same gym as Taehyun after watching talk x today and he would honestly be a great gym buddy fr love his determination! Go go Taehyun!✨ anyways please don’t sexualise him I just think he has been working great on himself and has great physics! He is really working hard!

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Sweat was dripping down your forehead, over the bridge of your nose onto your fitted red sport shirt. You quickly let go of the handles, belonging to the hanging leg raise workout equipment of your local gym. You tried standing.

Your feet were still wobbly from the previous exercise, now having to mainly focus on the intense pain in your abdominal muscles. With a quick movement you grabbed your small towel and dabbed away the fresh sweat on your face. A long sip of water closely followed.

Still with heavy breathing, trying to calm yourself down, you took a glance around the almost vacant gym. There were not many people around at this hour. Most people decided to come near the afternoon.

There was an older woman running on the track mill, humming softly to the tunes played from her headphones you believed. She obviously tried to block out the fast energizing sounds from the gyms speakers. You never minded them, being too occupied with your own thoughts anyway.

Further on the side, there was a very muscular man, working further on his biceps and triceps, even though they probably already had the size of your head. There were some actual gym monsters here. You and your noodle arms couldn’t even dare to compare. But you still wanted to keep fit and sporty, not being the next bodybuilder.

Your eyes moved towards the fully mirrored wall. Your eyes froze upon a head full of reddish hair. And an extremely attractive backside of a young man, probably around your age. Instead of being the decent human being, you should probably be, your eyes watched attentively how his muscles tensed at the impact of the weightlifting. His arms were smaller than the guy before but they looked just right on him. You already admired his hard working spirit.

To put it into words: this guy was absolutely goddamn attractive in your eyes. He had a determined look on his face, his dyed sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead. Besides that, his facial features were just heavenly. Eyes as big as coins and a defined jawline, sharp nose.

When your eyes met his suddenly in the mirror, it struck to you how long you must’ve stared at the stranger. You immediately averted your gaze, anywhere else. Oh look, what a nice water dispenser and wow, nice sweat stain on your shirt. The incoming blush on your face didn’t make it any easier.

Suddenly remembering you still haven’t finished your set, you moved up your recently used machine, propping your back up against the backside and started moving your legs upwards. You just prayed that he didn’t just catch you staring at him so obviously and that wasn’t looking at you now. Why was your life so humiliating sometimes?

When you finished your set, you quickly moved machines, just thinking about moving out of his eye sight radius. To your disadvantage, you didn’t think clearly about where to go next, resulting in you awkwardly trying to find out how to work this machine in particular, you never happened to use before. Really humiliating Y/N, actually!

No matter how hard you tried to move it, it didn’t budge by the impact. Not even an inch. This was just your lucky day. You were on the verge of quitting this unexplainable weird machine and moving on, when you suddenly heard a voice next to you.

“Do you maybe need help with this?” Your head whipped in lightning speed towards the source of the soft voice, to your shock swing the blond haired attractive guy in front of you. He now had a grey towel hanging from his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand. The strands of his hair were still sticking on his damp forehead. You nearly choked from pure air, being in such close proximity to him. From up close, he looked even more handsome.

Your eyes went wide, struggling to say anything. Your head was like cotton candy, nothing wise seemed to come out. You remembered faintly croaking out a strained and way too high ‘yes please’, when he started to explain you what you did wrong. You subconsciously held your breath, having him bend over to the front of the machine to adjust the settings more fitting to you.

“It’s a tricky machine, honestly. I wouldn’t have understood it either without a coaches help.” He explained, his hand now resting on his hip bone. You noticed the thick veins along his strong muscular arm, making you literally wanna hold onto them.

You looked up to him again. He had a gentle smile on his face. “Is it now better? You need to move this up in order to begin- yes just like that - perfect” he watched you finally being able to move on your own. You sighted in relieve, giggling slightly in embarrassment.

“Thank you, oh god I must’ve looked so embarrassing.” He looked down swiftly on the ground before shaking his head laughing lightly. “No it’s all good. Not many people use this machine in the first place. I’m glad to help.”

“You didn’t say it wasn’t embarrassing.” You chuckled, nervously trying to avert your gaze onto his shoes. He giggled childlike, not fitting to his first impression exactly, but still making you feel giddy. “Well, it looked a bit funny but it was cute.” He grinned cheekily. You flushed even harder, trying to persuade yourself that it was only looking like you just had finished a heavy workout.

“Hey, if you have any more questions about equipment or else wise, I’m right over there. Don’t feel shy to ask.” He pointed pack to the place in front of the mirror, he was standing before. His other hand reached for his neck as he send you a last smile, seeing as you nod and thank him again.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling the typical symptoms of an incoming crush. In the corner of your eye you saw him get into position again. Your eyes met again for a swift moment before you both looked away. Were you really that easy to be swooned? Yes you were.

Half an hour and three more exercises machines later, you finally figured out a plan inside your tiny head. You couldn’t just let this chance slip away like the other ones. You were a goddamn strong woman who can pursue her own desires. And you were feeling surprisingly bold after this small encounter, so why not giving it a shot? The worst thing could happen was that you need to change gyms. You could live with that.

So after finally collecting all your courage you possibly could have, you went to the counter, asking for a piece of paper and a pen, quickly writing your phone number and name in large letters.

With a last deep breath, your feet carried you over to the other end of the gym, where the attractive boy was now working hard on the lat pulldown machine. Standing in front of him, you suddenly felt shy again, twiddling with your fingers.

He stopped to greet you again with a bright smile. Without much overthinking, you pressed the small piece of paper in his sweaty hand. He looked up to you with big sparkling eyes as if you should elaborate.

“Just...just you know, if I need anymore advices.” You managed to say, feeling your cheeks warm up once again. Before he could reply anything, you already muttered out a high pitched ‘bye’ and turned around to head towards the changing cabins. You gathered your belongings and left without making a scene or embarrassing you even further. Your whole car ride home was filled with doubtful discussions with yourself.

What you didn’t saw, was his relieved gentle smile after he opened the folded piece of paper, finding your phone number and name on it. Y/N...

So instead of having a shower on top of his priority to do list after going to the gym today, it changed to texting your number with the best feeling of confidence in his system.

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selionhun · 3 years

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Tease — V.HACKER

Summary

Vinnie saw you flirting with someone last night, and in return, he made sure you knew who was the one that could make you feel good. SMUT

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Lying in your bed, you scrolled through your phone, sleep still on your mind as you aimlessly liked pictures. You hair was a mess, sprawled all over the pillow cases, and lips were pouty. At first you had assumed the knocking was a figment of your imagination, that it was too early for anyone to be awake besides yourself, you knew for damn sure that after staying up all night partying, that Maddy would still be passed out on her bed. Maybe it was Dezi

It wasn't until the knocking happened again, that you realised that maybe you weren’t imagining anything. Groaning, you stood from your bed and waddled over towards the door, a frown etched onto your face as you did so. Dezi wasn’t supposed to come get you for another hour to go for breakfast, so why was she here so early?

Opening the door, and who you revealed was not Dezi, instead it was a casually dressed Vinnie Hacker with a look of almost distress on his face. He wore grey sweat pants that hung loosely on his hips, the draw strings lazily tied in a bow at the centre, and he wore a tight v-neck singlet that showed off all of his tattoos except the one you loved the most on his chest.

"Vinnie?" You questioned, your face of annoyance turning to one similar of confusion. You hadn't seen each other for since the party the previous night.

His hand came up to your neck gently, long fingers pressed against the sensitive skin as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him softly. His thumb grazed against your jawline as he observed you, still dressed in your sleep attire, which consisted of one of your dads old shirts and a pair of random panties. With no makeup, hair a mess, and stained clothes, you were still easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Did you like flirting with him last night?" He questioned you, his eyes desperately trying to find an answer in your body language. The way you were so responsive to him, how your body arched up towards his, your hand on his chest.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned, genuinely still too spaced out from your sleep to understand his question. By the way his movement were so jerky and how his words were so rushed, you could tell he hadn't gotten any sleep.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N," Vinnie huffed, his hands around your neck tightening a little bit. The way you practically jumped into his hands at this action gave him the answer he wanted, but he needed you to say it, to tell him that it was him he had only been seeing things last night . "At the party, did you like how he practically eye fucked you?"

"No, Vinnie," you replied without falter, your eyes boring into his big hazel eyes. You doesn't say anything else, you didn't have the opportunity to as Vinnie's thumb slid between your partied lips, digit resting on the warm expanse of your tongue, and in an instant reaction, you wrapped your lips around his thumb. Swirling your tongue around his finger, hollowing out your cheeks as you gently sucked. The blush that creeped up from his neck and joined at his cheeks was darkening, his other hand tightening around your throat.

"Fuck," he breathed, watching you ravish his thumb like you wished you could be doing to his cock, which he's begun to absentmindedly rutting against your cunt, bulge brushing against her clit through the fabric of your panties. You could feel your mind going fucking haywire at the brief ghost of stimulation. You released his digit with a pop, swirling your tongue around his fingertip once more before he pulls his finger fully out of your mouth, using that same hand to grasp your chin, pulling your head up to his.

Neither of you were not sure who leant in first, but within seconds his lips were smashed against yours. It's bruising and intense, teeth clashing and biting into your lower lip and your lips open in a silent cry - his tongue forces its way into your mouth, asserting dominance without the slightest bit of effort and you let him. Bringing your arms to wrap around his neck, you whimpered into his and pushing your body further into his, his hard cock pressing through his sweatpants against your cunt.

"Vinnie," you gasped, the two-syllable name muffled against his lips as he grunts into your mouth, tongue tracing your bottom lip. The hand that had been wrapped around your neck slowly moved down your body until it was flush against your chest, his touch becoming like dynamite against your peaked nipples, obvious through the thin shirt you wore "Fuck, please."

"Please what?" he questioned, gruff and needy into your lips, and you can hardly breathe for how hard you were focusing your energy on kissing him like your life depended on it. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me -" The words had sounded foreign on your lips and Vinnie pauses, lips halted against yours for just the briefest moment even as his hand continues its groping of your chest, tugging your shirt up until your tits are practically spilling out of the fabric, he palmed your boobs, working a taut nipple between his finger as you mewled into his mouth.

He hums as his fingers twisted and flicked your hard nipples. "You're filthy," Vinnie says sounding nearly in awe, and you nodded just as his hand slid down your stomach, pushing beneath the fabric of your panties. "Who makes you feel this good huh? Not that fucking loser."

"You baby," you breathed, feeling his fingers tugging down the waistband of your panthers, and you lifted your hips for him to pull the fabric down your thighs - in doing so pushing your pelvis further into his and the two of you moan in unison, his fingers pushing into your panties, and your moan breaks into a yelp. "Oh - fuck."

“That’s right baby, me, I’m doing this, not him.”Vinnie's warm fingers slid through your folds briefly, your wetness surely soaking his skin and he exhales against your neck, tongue lapping over the vein in your throat one last time before he pulls his face fully away from your skin. Before you could even protest, Vinnie is pushing you backwards until your back was pressed firmly against something cold. As his fingers slowly drag up and down your pussy, your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation sending you into overdrive. Flipping you around, she felt the cool material press against your exposed chest, his other hand coming back up to play with your nipples again.

"Open your eyes," Vinnie growled. You found herself face to face with your own jaggered reflection, eyes meeting Vinnie's in the reflection of the window. He had pushed you against the floor length windows that had been installed in your room months ago, it has been looking down at the pool in your backyard of the shared house you lived in with your friends, your mouth falls open in a groan as you look down at all the crystal clearwater below them, thank god the windows were tinted on the outside, so you could look out, and they couldn’t look in.

"Let’s hope someone comes out and sees you acting like a fucking mess for me" he tells you, knowing though that they wouldn’t be able to see anything unless the squinted, your eyes looking for his in the reflection of the window. Two fingers dip into your folds and there's a sharp contrast between the warmth of youe cunt, dripping onto him, and the jolting freeze of his hand as he works one finger into your hole.

You dropped your head back with a whimper. His one finger had been bigger than two of your own, at least, and you could already feel your knees beginning to buckle at the sensation. Vinnie tuts in your ear, tightening his arm around your chest and you leant all your weight back into him, legs spreading as far as the panties around your thighs would allow.

He waits a moment before beginning to thrust his finger in and out of you. It's a slow, tantalizing pace at first, the draw of his finger in and out of your soaked pussy like some form of torture once, though once you got used to the pressure, you pushed your hips against his touch, breathing labored and uneven as you stared down at the pool. Vinnie pressed his chin to your shoulder, eyes on you through the reflection in the window. Reaching your arms backwards, your fingers curled through the long, blonde curls, weaving your finger around his hair and tugging the soft strands until he grunted. Those long slender fingers inside of you curled upwards, hitting that aching spot that caused your legs to go tense and cry to slip from your lips.

"You're so responsive," Vinnie says, and you may have considered it teasing if it weren't for the admiring tone of his voice like he's amazed by your sounds. The heel of his hand brushes against your throbbing clit and when it does you whined in response, rocking your hips into his palm and fingers, watching him smile in the reflection. "Gonna work you open, okay?"

"So you can take me," he continues as you nod your head, his hips rut against your ass, his straining bulge rubbing at your bare skin and perhaps you’d think he's being cocky - presuming he's so large you couldn't take him without him getting you to cum first - but judging from the size of him that you felt through his sweatpants, and the previous encounters that you’d faced, she knew he was right.

"Dezi," you choked out, "she’s going to come, come get me soon."

"Well she'll just have to wait at the door won't she?" Vinnie grunted back, his tone condescending but making butterflies appear in your stomach. Pinching your nipple, he sucked on your neck, wanting so desperately to mark you, to show the world that you belonged to someone.

"Yes," you breathed in response and he hums, pumping a second finger inside of your hole, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Doubling forward as the pleasure overwhelmed you, Vinnie anticipating your movement and following you foreword. His chest was flush against you, and his lips sucking at the skin of your throat as you sobbed out. Vinnie's arm never leaves your chest, holding you tight to him so you don't fall over as euphoria takes over your entire body. You never thought youd ever been so close to cumming this fast and Vinnie some how knew this. You responded perfectly to him, like every inch of you was made for him.

"Oh, god," the words are a breathy cry as Vinnie's fingers curl again, fingers brushing against the spot inside of you that has your vision going hazy. Dropping you head back against his shoulder, you relished in the pleasure that he was giving you. You can hear his breathing in your ear as his lips attach to your throat, suckling at the gentle skin like he'd been doing before and now you’re sure your skin will look like a fucking painting when he's done with you but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Think you can take one more?" Vinnie inquires, voice shooting directly into your ear, and for a moment you’re sure he must be kidding. You already feel stretched tight around two digits and you didnt think you could handle a third. Just as you were going to let out your muffled reply, he took matters into his own hand and added a third, the stretch burning and foreign to you.

"Fuck, Vinnie," you cried out, lifting you head to watch yourself in the reflection of the window. Your wetness dripped down his palm where you were stretched around him and your hold in his hair tightened, in a quick respond his gnash against your throat as he hissed. You looked fucking wrecked and it was just his fingers - you couldnt imagine how you’d possibly feel when he's buried his cock inside of you, though one quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall through the window reflection tells you that it's only five minutes til Dezi comes to get you, and you doubt you’ll even have enough time for that. Vinnie watched you through the reflection, the image burning into his mind, how your shirt was pulled over your breasts, how his fingers twisted your nipple and palmed your breast, how his fingers disappeared into your pussy. This was forever going to be in his mind.

“Vinnie,” you moaned, legs quivering

"Gonna cum?" Vinnie questions, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a brutal, head spinning pace that makes you clench around him. It's like he knows your body so well, knows exactly what spot to brush to get you to lose your fucking mind and you wonders, briefly, how often he's done this.

You nodded vehemently, the look he gave you through the reflection pushing you further to the edge until you’re nearly pulling away from his touch because holy shit, it had become too much, and you didn't know if you could handle it but Vinnie wasn't going to let you escape. His hold on your chest is now like a vise, tight and unforgiving, and he forces you to stay pressed to his body until you’re mewling beneath him.

"Yeah," he mumbles, palm splayed over your exposed chest and he pinches at one of your nipples again, your chest arching into him as you cried out. Every part of your body feels positively violated by him in the most delicious way possible, every square inch of skin covered by his touch to some degree and you wouldn't have it any other way. "Yeah, cum for me sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it."

You were so close, your release so imminent you could practically taste it against your tongue and you ground your hips further into his touch, feeling his fingers grip onto your heaving tits as he attempts to steady you. Vinnie's breathing is heavy and stuttered into your ear, his eyes never leaving your utterly debauched reflection in the window opposite them and you slowly raise your eyes to look at yourself again. Looking at where his hand disappears into the fabric of your panties, fingers working in and out of you at a delicious pace, and his eyes are so blown with lust they're practically black, instead of those creamy hazel orbs.

Your body jerks into his as waves of euphoria begin to trickle down your body, your orgasm finally hitting you with the force of a wave, and it's at that moment that you hear the footsteps of Dezi coming from the hallway, the rooms having unfortunately thin walls. Your eyes widened and you instinctively reached down, hands wrapping around Vinnie's wrist to attempt to pull his hand out of your panties but he's unrelenting, pulling his fingers from you to circle your clit vehemently, and his hand on your breasts rides up to press against your mouth. Resulting in your moans to muffle into his soft palm as your knees buckle, your release hard and heavy and sending your head spinning

The knock on the door came with a crash of disappointment for both of you, their breathing unsteady and loud. You hadn't even come down from your high yet, and his rock hard cock was pressed firmly against your ass. You spun around to face him, your lips parted as you crashed them back onto his. All you wanted was to push him onto the floor and ride him till your knees were bruised, but unfortunately she had plans with Dezi first.

“Just remember who made you feel like this,” Vinnie growled, his hands coming to your neck again, “if you’re not back in an hour, I’ll finish myself off.”

Nodding your head, you looked up at him with such doe eyes that he just wanted to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, but as Dezi began to shake the door handle, he knew he couldn’t. Pulling your panties up, you skipped over to your door and met, Dezi with a look of wildness and sleep.

“I didn’t know Vinnie slept over,” Dezi giggled.

Pushing her out of the room, you smiled and winked at her, “I’ll tell you all about it at breakfast, but let me get dressed now.”

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Give Me Love

Chapter Ten

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“Master,” Anakin faltered on his way to the piloting chair. His eyes lingered on you for a long moment, unreadable. “I was wondering where you’d run off to after Grievous fled. Looks like you’ve earned yourself another vacation.”

Grievous had thrown him off a building? You’d heard legends about how awful the part-human mostly-droid General was, but you’d never been at the same battle as him before. A small part of you wished to see if the stories people told about him were true-- if he really was the feared Jedi-killer he was known for being all across the galaxy.

“That won’t be necessary this time,” Kenobi was thankful for the banter. It gave him an excuse to get his mind off the searing pain in his arm. “Thankfully, I have Y/n here to fix me up good as new.”

“You’re right. She is extremely capable, isn’t she?”

His eyes twinkled, just slightly so that only you could catch it. You smiled, chest blooming with warmth as your fears were all washed away. Things weren’t different because he’d been gone for so long. He still cared for you, the same as you cared for him. The war couldn’t change that.

“I would trust no one more with my saber arm,” Kenobi grunted again as you began to wrap gauze around his shoulder, fitting it into a makeshift sling.

“Enough flatter,” you hushed them both, though the smile was evident on your face. “Keep this ice on your shoulder and take it off if it goes numb. And don’t move too much-- we won’t know if you broke a bone until we get you x-rayed.”

You let him take over holding the ice pack to his shoulder, reaching into your medcase for some painkillers. You were scraping the bottom of the bottle, honestly surprised you even had any left to spare.

“Lucky you, you get the last two.”

Kenobi grunted in an attempt to laugh, and swallowed the pills you gave him. After waving off your attempts to get him to lie down somewhere, he stood with a groan and braced himself on the back of Anakin’s piloting chair. He began to heckle him, trying to kick him off so you could have a look at his head.

“What’s wrong with your head?” Your heart stuttered in your chest. You had seen a trickle of blood on his cheek, but that was it.

“It’s nothing,” Anakin growled at Obi-Wan, but gave his seat up anyway so the injured man could sit. He pressed a few more buttons on the piloting interface, putting the ship on autopilot as he stepped away. “Y/n, I’m fine.”

You were already pushing him by the shoulders to sit on the chair Obi-Wan had previously been occupying. He sat with a huff, crossing his arms childishly as you turned his face in your hands.

“See?” he mumbled. “Nothing to worry about.”

His forehead had been gashed open, from the top of his hairline to the tip of his eyebrow. Your blood began to beat thicker in your veins, the panic causing your stomach to knot as you got to work dabbing the blood away with some alcohol cloths. It looked worse than it was-- the cut wasn’t deep enough to require stitches, but it had bled a lot. Head wounds always do.

He winced slightly as you cleaned the wound, the half-second of pain crumpling his face causing your movements to freeze.

“I’m sorry,” you stroked his jaw with your other hand, the one that was holding his face steady. You hoped it would distract him from the sting.

Those blue eyes stared at you the entire time, unperturbed. “It’s okay, really. I’ve had worse.”

You assumed he was right. If this scratch was all he’d come out with after weeks on the battlefield, he was either really lucky or really skilled. You guessed it was both. The evidence of less fortunate encounters rested on his right thigh, clad in a leather-buckled glove. You couldn’t even imagine what that pain had been like.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you said this quietly, so Obi-Wan wouldn’t hear. Anakin brought his flesh arm up to hold your hand to his face, closing his eyes and relishing in the feel of your soft, smooth skin. He had desperately missed your touch, your voice, those steely eyes and that gentle strength. After so long wishing you were there to curl up beside him in the off chance he got to rest, you were finally here. Now, he was going to be selfish and make up for that lost time.

“We’ll be right back,” Anakin called to Obi-Wan with his eyes still closed, hand still holding your palm against his cheek. “Y/n’s going to come to engineering with me to help repair my arm.”

“Your arm? You mean the metal one? I didn’t know it was damaged.”

“Just a little waterlogged. Shouldn’t take too long… or maybe it will. We’ll see.”

Anakin stood, the tips of his fingers tickling yours. He led you out of the room, through the halls of the cruiser, slipping into an unoccupied resting room and slamming the lock on it.

“If you’re expecting me to know how to help you with your arm, you are very mistaken,” you admitted. “I know nothing about mechanics.”

Anakin blinked at you, and then laughed. That glorious, glorious laugh. His arms fell to his waist, where he unclasped his belt and then discarded it on the desk. His tabards came next, and then the robes underneath. You ogled him as he stripped, a steady flame rising to your cheeks, thawing out the weeks of grey-nothingness.

“Umm.. Anakin.. what are you doing?”

It was suddenly very hard to swallow as his bare middle was exposed to you, rippling with muscle. You wanted to reach out and touch him, but you were frozen in your spot, unable to do anything but stare.

“I’m getting out of these wet clothes so I can properly hold you,” he explained, bending down to dig through the drawers underneath the metal cot. He turned to eye you up and down, shamelessly lingering on every inch of your body. “I suggest you do the same.”

“Huh?” You looked down, seeing the blood stains splattered all over you. “Oh.”

He was pulling a loose-fitting recreational shirt over his head, the same kind that was supplied in all resting rooms for people to wear if they wanted to sleep in something more comfortable. You were still rooted in your spot, forcing yourself to gather enough wits to unzip your field suit.

All you were wearing underneath was a black undersuit, tight enough to leave little to the imagination. It was meant to keep you warm and wick away moisture, not to be seen in by any incredibly sexy Jedi Knights. Your heart hammered in your chest, skin beginning to sweat as his eyes probed into you.

“You need help unzipping?”

“Uh… I got it,” your fingers snapped to your zipper, now that he was watching you, you didn’t want to be a fumbling idiot.

You were glad for when he seemed to become enamored by the state of his clothes, and you knew it was for your sake. Still, it did little to calm the pounding of your heart as the suit dropped to your ankles, every inch of your black-spandex clad body now available to his eyes.

Get it together. Your chest was visibly moving up and down as you fought to control your breathing, almost panting with anxiety. It’s not like you were naked. What a fucking virgin.

He turned from his pile of clothes, those blue eyes making no effort to hide the way they scanned you up and down. All you could do was stand there at his mercy, burning under that stare.

You expected him to frown. To snarl and pull away and tell you to get dressed again. How disgusted, he should be, you thought. How appalled.

You knew you didn’t have the best body. You’d been to enough nightclubs, seen enough people naked in your workstation, watched enough programs on the holonet to know that. You had always wanted to be like Ahsoka and Sabè— they were slim and toned, long and graceful. Their cheeks were sharp, their fingers elegant, and waists tiny. Your thoughts turned to Padme— his past lover— horrifying you further.

You were nothing like her.

That tiny frame, the beautiful face, and the perfect body. She was so smart, so important, and shaped so womanly. You were nothing to compare.

How could he even stand to look at you?

“Okay, I guess I’ll come to you then,” that silky voice teased, and suddenly you were wrapped in a pair of big, strong arms. It took a moment for your breath to return to your lungs before you realized he hadn’t pushed you away, and instead he was clutching you to his body like a starving man.

“I missed you,” he breathed into your ear, cementing this reality. Your body erupted in a flurry of butterflies, warming you from the inside out.

He didn’t care. He didn’t care. He still liked you. He missed you. Even after seeing your body like this.

“I missed you, too,” you returned his words with emotion thickening your voice, bringing your arms up to wrap around him as well. He sighed at the feeling of your arms on his back, melting further into your neck.

“Wanna move this to the bed?”

He did most of the work shuffling your embrace onto the metal cot, lying down and pulling you so that you were on top of him. You were beginning to think you actually just had a heart condition, because it was beating out of rhythm constantly now, your pulse spiking and temperature rising at this new position.

You loved it.

He was hard, and warm, and strong beneath you. You were able to lay your head on his chest, stare at the exposed skin of his neck as he rested his chin on your head. Your legs slotted between his, so long in comparison to yours, while his arms secured you to his body around your back.

You’ve never felt safer in your entire life.

Still… you couldn’t help but wonder. Were you crushing him? Was he uncomfortable? What if he was and he was just too polite to make you get off? These thoughts caused you to tense up in his arms, suddenly rigid with fright.

“What’s wrong?” He caught onto your worries immediately. His hand smoothed up and down your back, hoping to soothe your tense muscles.

Maker, you were sick of being the insecure one in this relationship. You wanted nothing more to lie on the man you adored’s chest. Anyone else could do it. Why couldn’t you?

Relax. You hissed at yourself. Relax relax relax relax relax—

“Am I making you uncomfortable again?” The pieces clicked in his head, and the brush of his hand against your back stopped. “I’m moving too fast, aren’t I? I’m sorry, I should have asked—“

“No.”

You wiggled your body, wordlessly begging him to resume his motions. You clutched tighter to his shoulders, dug your head deeper into chest, even turned to plant a small, lingering kiss to his collarbone.

“You’re fine. I’m fine. We’re okay.”

“Yeah?” The smile was evident in his voice.

“Yes.”

You could never ask someone to make more of an effort to make you feel comfortable around them than Anakin did. And he did it with no price held over your head, no expectations, no pressures. If your timid nature put him off, he never let you see it. Honestly, you were surprised he was still here. Any other guy, you wholeheartedly believed, would be running in the other direction when they realized you couldn’t even hold eye contact with them for longer than 5 seconds.

But this shyness— it was exclusive to Anakin. You wouldn’t be this way with anyone else, and it frustrated you to no end.

The least you could do was prove that his patience was paying off, and take a leap yourself.

You planted your hands on either side of his body, pushing yourself up so that you were hovering right over his face. Your knees followed, holding your weight as you sat yourself onto his lap.

Scandalous, for the amount of clothes you were wearing.

A surge of confidence ran through you at the surprise that crossed his features. His eyes were wide, confused, as you took his face in your hands, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

This was your domain. You had always been the mynx of the group, luring men in and then leaving them cold. You loved the power it gave you, the ability to promise everything and then take it all away. It left them yearning for you, begging for you. And you loved it.

Sabè and Ahsoka were entertained to no end, watching you string along guys all night just to leave them hanging by the end. It was all a game to you, the flirting and teasing and wooing. You loved to feel needed, to feel wanted, but you never actually planned to do anything more with them.

So when the night ended, and you wanted to go home, you would break the game off and leave them feeling cold, and angry, and cheated. That’s when you’d get cussed out by egotistical whiny men, demeaned and degraded until their little hearts felt satisfied. To be fair, you never promised that anything would happen. It was simple flirting. It was completely on them that they expected things to go any further than that.

That’s why when Anakin came around, you felt like you had been run over by a speeder. He was the only one capable of making you feel like a bug next to him. Every moment he had you tripping and stumbling, your heart stuttering out of time, your cheeks burning with bashfulness, you hated yourself. How could you let one man have that kind of effect on you? It was pathetic.

But now, you were determined to get a little part of your old self back. You wanted to feel in control again, to have that power. He was just a man, after all, and most men were the same. You just needed to dangle, and they’d be all over you.

You continued to smooth his bangs away with the tip of your finger, ignoring the adorable look of confusion he had on his face. Actually, he seemed to really be enjoying himself despite not understanding where this was coming from, so much that his eyes were closing and he was thinking about maybe taking a little nap.

With his eyes closed, it was easier to lean your face in further. Your eyes zeroed in on those perfect pink lips, so full and inviting and soft, even after weeks of brutal combat. You wondered how they would feel on your own, how he would respond to you kissing him. You could imagine the way he might sigh and cup your face, pulling you closer and kissing you deeper. Sharp pangs of longing twisted your stomach into knots.

Anakin could feel your soft breath on his lips. His heart thrummed in his chest, fingers tightening on your waist. Were you going to—?

He was ready for it, no matter what it was.

Just as he was sure you were going to press your lips against his, you pulled away, planting a teasing kiss to his cheek instead. With no explanation, you fit your head back onto his shoulder, lying down against his body again.

What was that all about?

He opened his eyes, glancing down to see you resting with your head buried in your neck. You were like a kitten, breathing quickly and softly, a small smile curling your lips.

He dismissed the thoughts to analyze for another time. Right now, his body ached and his head throbbed. Your figure was soft and warm against his, and your calming presence was making his eyelids grow heavy. He decided to take your lead, and followed you off to sleep.

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afterhoursfic · 4 years

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Jaskier is desperate to have sex with Geralt. One day he's masturbating to the idea and sees an item of Geralt's and just wants to feel closer to him so mouths at it while he climaxes. Then uses so many of Geralt's items to fuck, to plug and so many other ways, maybe he even dares to get off while sitting on roach when Geralt is out. Geralt can smell all this so waits until Jaskier is humping his clothes and then shows himself and jaskier is embarrassed but continues because Geralt wants him to

Hope you like it anon!

Ever since he had first laid eyes on Geralt in Posada he had wanted him. He was weak for big, burly men who could choke him between their ridiculously muscled thighs, so sue him, but he had gotten nowhere closer to getting into the witcher’s pants as he had done that first done.

Despite suffering through long, sweaty hikes all day, rubbing blood and viscera and other disgusting bits from both of their clothes and not to mention the threat to his life, still, Geralt refused to look at him as anything other than annoyance. His own desire had only grown over time and definitely had nothing to do with the very sizeable cock he had seen hang between the witcher’s thighs and gods if he didn’t dream of choking on it, feeling it split it open as Geralt just took and took from him until he was a boneless mess, just a sleeve to warm Geralt’s cock until the witcher had used all of their famed stamina.

It was almost embarrassing how frequently he got off to the thought of Geralt, every night he let out a muffled cry into his fist as he coated his hand in his come after imagining just all the way Geralt could use him, what he could do to him using all that strength and muscle until finally he sank his cock into him.

That’s how he found himself now, laying in their shared bed in an inn, cock in hand, already red and dripping in precome at the thought of Geralt walking in and seeing him like this, needy and desperate with the witcher’s name already on his lips so that Geralt was helpless but to get his cock in him, all whilst said witcher was out ghoul hunting.

It was like an itch under his skin, the need to be pinned down and thoroughly fucked into the mattress so he couldn’t think straight, wouldn’t be able to walk straight the next day, but as time passed his fist was slowly becoming not enough for him anymore, no matter how many fantasies he spun in his mind. He craved more, craved Geralt’s touch, his smell, anything.

Frustrated that he was getting nowhere, his cock still as achingly hard as it has been all night and no matter what he does with his hands nothing helps, he lets out a sigh and stretches out on the bed in an effort to clear his head.

That’s when one of his hands catch on a bit of cloth, Geralt’s shirt he realized, torn half to shreds and faded almost to grey through use, he remembers the witcher saying he was going to take it to get it mended, because that was easier than buying a new shirt apparently, but he can’t help but draw the fabric closer.

Geralt had been wearing it that day and had replaced it just before he left so as not to damage it further. He doesn’t know why but he can’t help but draw the shirt nearer, looking at it for a long moment and feeling inexplicitly drawn to it until he’s bringing it up to his face.

The first smell of the shirt has him grimace just a bit, it smells of sweat and horse, leather and smoke and a whole host of other things found in nature, but which all come together to make something distinctly Geralt about, and he’s quickly groaning into the shirt, his other hand finding his way to his cock as he begins to jerk off again.

There’s something distinct and real about having the smell of Geralt around him, almost as if the witcher could be there with him, imagining his lute calloused hand as Geralt’s sword calloused one, and when he opens his mouth to let out a groan his tongue meets the shirt. The taste is worse than the smell, but he can’t help but groan louder, his cock twitching as his senses are overwhelmed and he can’t help but suck the fabric a little more, to almost taste what Geralt’s skin would be like if he were to lick him from chest to navel and it’s that thought that has him coming with a muffled shout.

Once he finally managed to get his breathing under control from what had probably been one of the most intense orgasms in years he had the fleeting thought that he still had Geralt’s shirt in his mouth, which now had a large wet spot of his saliva staining it. A million thoughts flitted through his head, all of Geralt in varying states of anger at him using, and likely further ruining, his shirt and he quickly pulled it away to better inspect it.

To his own mortification, there were some spots where his come had landed, whilst he didn’t regret his actions leading to one of his better masturbation sessions he couldn’t help but curse as he saw the white staining the black shirt, unmistakable to him and even more so to a witcher with enhanced senses.

He didn’t even think before he brought the cloth back to his mouth, sucking out his come and leaving more of his saliva soaking the shirt, and much to his dismay he felt himself getting hard again, the taste of the two of them together was somewhat addicting but he didn’t want to ruin all his effort by coming on the shirt again so simply got up and chucked it in the bath he’d used earlier before wringing it dry and hanging it by the fire.

When Geralt got back later that evening he spent a moment looking around the room as if trying to see what had gone wrong in his absence, and where he was sat on the bed idly strumming his lute, he could swear he saw his nostrils flare as if smelling the room, and he couldn’t help the feeling that Geralt somehow knew what he’d done, especially when he went over to the shirt still by the fire and shoved it into his bag, and yet Geralt said nothing.

The logical side of him reasoned that the Geralt he knew definitely would have said something if he suspected anything, maybe he was just tired? Either way, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and carried on with his strumming as Geralt washed up and then collapsed beside him on the bed.

***

It carried on like that for the next few weeks. He took on the responsibility of doing their laundry at the riverside, which earned him an odd look from Geralt the first time he asked, but ultimately handed his clothes over. The next ten minutes were spent in a state of debauchery, Geralt’s clothes littered around him and often he had a pair of the witcher’s pants over his face just to smell the sweat and musk that had collected over the last couple of weeks, even taste it, before he came over Geralt’s still dirty laundry.

He’d make a concerted effort to first lick his come clean, some part of his mind telling him it was more conspicuous that way, that there was less of a chance Geralt would know before he washed the clothes in the river with a heavy dose of his soaps and oils. When he returned, there was a glint of something he couldn’t name in Geralt’s eye and he could swear a smirk tilting his lips as he took back his clothes, but he chose not to dwell on it and instead packed his clothes back into his bag.

It wasn’t just limited to Geralt’s clothes though. A couple of times when they were camping in the woods and Geralt had left for a hunt, he would sit on Roach’s saddle, left in the grass so the horse could graze for the night, and a couple of times over the night would ride said saddle, his precome slicking the leather to offer a nice glide for his cock which soon had him coming over the saddle horn whilst Roach nickered in the background.

When Geralt was on smaller hunts he’d leave his bags behind and would take up the chance to lay on his bedroll, the rope Geralt used for his trophies around his neck and tightened with one of his fists whilst his other hand would try and finger himself, nowhere close to the thick cock he wished was pushing into him, but he was so desperate for anything that a few strokes against his prostate had him coming with a shout.

On one notable occasion when Geralt had come stumbling in, drowsy and tired from a long hunt and about ready to collapse from how drained overcoming his potions were, he took it upon himself to clean Geralt’s things. There were some empty potion bottles he cleaned, but not before he came over them with his face buried into the witcher’s back, the smell of sweat and something inherently Geralt flooding his sense, not to mention the slight thrill at the thought that when Geralt next took a potion he might even be able to taste his come, to know what he did and finally do something.

That night he also cleaned Geralt’s swords and when the witcher finally rolled over managed to extract the knife tucked in at his waist, warm from Geralt’s body heat and he took one look at the leather hilt before he was divesting himself of his pants, hastily pushing two fingers into himself before slicking up the hilt and pushing that into his hole with a bitten-off moan.

There were a few awkward angles of the hint hat made it just a tad uncomfortable, but it was the closest thing to a cock he’d had in him since he started traveling with Geralt, and knowing it was the witcher’s as well, having Geralt snoring softly beside him, he couldn’t help but lean in to press his face into the other man’s neck and just lick at the hollow of his throat, to taste the dried sweat there and feel the heat of Geralt’s skin against him as he came clenched around the hilt of the witcher’s knife, face buried into his pillow to muffle his shout.

***

It was another week later when things came to a head. So far, apart from the occasional glance whenever he got back from a contract or returned from doing laundry, Geralt gave no indication that anything was different, that he knew what he had been doing. Namely humping and fucking himself with a variety of Geralt’s things and coming over them before cleaning in an effort to cover his tracks.

He thought he was getting away with it. It was the closest he felt to Geralt, intimate almost using his things in such a way and it did ease something tight in his chest every time he used one of Geralt’s things to get himself off, but it also made the desperate clawing need for more, to have Geralt bend him over the nearest surface and ride his ass through the night worse. But that was just something he had to get over himself.

At least that’s what he thought as he took their week’s load of laundry down to the river, several months ago he would have pawned this job off on Geralt, not wanting to deal with the ice-cold water and the incessant scrubbing, so he supposed it was a bit suspicious that he practically jumped at every chance to do it now, but he ignored Geralt’s questioning gaze and left a little too quickly towards the river, eager to bury himself in the shirt he’d seen Geralt sweat through as he trained with his sword two days ago.

That was how Geralt found him, face buried in the witchers shirt, mouthing at it even as he humped the rest of the witcher’s clothing, dick staining them with precome as he let out small moans into the fabric, always searching and desperate for more until he heard the low rumble of his name.

Immediately he was sat up, face already turning red trying to think of an explanation, eye wide as if staring down the end of a hunters arrow, waiting on who would make the first move as he watched Geralt stand a few paces away, hands balled into fists at his side and even from where he was laying he could see the witcher’s nostrils flare.

Before he could stutter out an apology, an excuse, anything really, Geralt interrupted, voice low and deeper than he’d ever heard it, rough almost as Geralt told him to keep going. His hips gave a stuttering thrust into the witcher’s clothing almost on instinct and when he got a pleased hum from Geralt did so again and again until he was frantically fucking the witcher's clothing.

When Geralt told him to mouth at his shirt like the filthy slut he was he didn’t hesitate to put his face into the fabric again with a broken moan, eyes boring into the witcher’s as he let out small broken whines the closer he got to his release and he spotted the hard line of Geralt’s cock through his leather pants. Gods he wanted, but it seemed Geralt was content to stand there and watch him debase himself by getting off on nothing more than the old, stale smell of the witcher through his clothing.

It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but with gold eyes focused on him, Geralt now having reached a hand down to stroke his cock through his pants he was now having to fight not to come too soon, especially at the thought of licking the come from the inside of Geralt’s pants once he came too.

In the end, it was Geralt’s rambling that did him in, about how the witcher had smelled everything right from the start, could smell the come staining his clothes, his potions, armor and weapons, even Roach, and how half the time he was always half-hard, fighting the urge to push his face into the dirt of the road or the nearest tree to fuck him right there, and it was with that he was coming with a cry of Geralt’s name, muffled only a little by the shirt still half in his mouth.

He collapsed back onto the ground, eyes never leaving Geralt as the witcher approached him and fisted a rough hand in his hair to lift him until he managed to bring his knees under him to kneel up, and suddenly he was met with the sight of Geralt’s cock, tip flushed red and dripping precome as the witcher held it in front of him like a treat.

He went to lean forward, to suckle at the head and get a taste of the witcher’s cock, to feel the warm, hard heat of him push deeper into his throat until he was choking on it, to lick at the slit of his cock to taste his pre until finally, Geralt would come over his tongue, but the witcher had other ideas.

The hand in his hair held him back and Geralt tutted, almost disapproving that of his wet, willing mouth on his cock, but then Geralt’s telling him what a needy bitch he is, how he’s got to earn his cock first and all he can do is groan, his mouth open and tongue peeking out as the witcher starts stroking his cock.

Again he began to ramble on everything he wanted to do, how he had even come on his lute a few weeks ago and he hadn’t noticed and he felt his cock twitch at the fact, too soon for him to come again but he would definitely lick every inch of the instrument later just to get another taste of Geralt before suddenly thick ropes of come were painting his face, the witcher purposefully missing his tongue and it was only when he let out a pitiful whimper that Geralt pushed his mouth onto the head of his cock.

He felt his body shudder and let out an unbidden moan as he felt the hot come pool on his tongue, quickly swallowing it before licking at the head in an effort to coax more out, managing to get a few more dribbles which he eagerly lapped up before Geralt pulled him away and made a show of rubbing his thumb across his face, smearing his come into his skin, marking him as he had been marking Geralt’s things, and fuck if that didn’t make his cock twitch again, but they would have plenty of time for that later, now he really had to do the laundry.

#come marking #scent kink

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dongiovannaswife · 4 years

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You know that Gio's hair became blond when he awakened his Stand, right? Now imagine if GE was taken away in an attack, leaving behind his user with a long, bright dark mane on his shoulders...

As far as I know (or understand what happened lol) Giorno’s hair is a characteristic inherited from Dio (I think Jotaro said something like “that comes from Dio’s genes”?) BUT reading this ask inspired me. I know it’s not a request, but I mean, this is gold. And I want to comment that YES FUCKING YES! Gio would look good with black hair —not like blond doesn’t suit him, no, but I mean, it’d be interesting to see how it gets solved, how it happens, and all that. Another note before we start: this happens 12 years after Vento Aureo. Giorno’s s/o is a capo from passion; female pronouns.

The door to the mansion flew open. Three figures —the one in the middle significantly bigger than the other two— stepped over the door, the smaller men struggling to carry the man in the middle, mumbling curses under their breath as the steps descending the stairs thundered around the lobby, making the storm outside sound like nothing.

“What the—“

“(Y/n)!” breathed out Mista, sweat dripping down his forehead as he and Fugo maneuvered one last time to let Giorno fall on the couch with a loud thud and… Not a single groan of pain or relief from him.

“Please,” started Fugo, kneeling in the floor to catch his breath, “bring the first aid kit—“

She huffed, not exactly mad, but worried. “I need to see if we’ll need something else so I can ca—“

The lights turned on with a flick of the light switch.

The man in the couch barely breathed, form hunched over himself, not enough to curl around himself, but enough to let his head fall forwards and expose the dirt in the white shirt and the cuffs around his elbows; the cuts in the palms of his hands and the blood falling in the carpet, staining it. He seemed out of breath.

But he didn’t looked like Giorno Giovanna.

He had black hair.

(Y/n) turned to the men in the floor, confusion written all over her face.

“What happened?”

Fugo snorted bitterly; an angered, sad smile making his lips twitch upwards and fall again with a huff of exhaustion. “He… lost his stand. His soul, technically.”

Silence.

“Do we have a culprit?”

It was Mista’s turn to huff and look down at his gun with a miserable expression. “Yes. But he’s stronger than us now —if Giorno lost his Gold Experience Requiem, what makes you think we won’t lost our stands, which are regular ones?”

Giorno’s voice, usually grave, proud and strong like a lion’s groaning now low, raspy and tired: like a dying lion in the coliseum after falling against a gladiator.

“Before Gold Experience disappeared from my conscience he told me he can’t use the stand he gets, only recollect them. Don’t let Ghoul touch you.”

Fugo’s eyes opened with wonder, mouth falling open. Mista’s eyebrows furrowed, hand inside his pocket in a nervous gesture.

“Gio?” she asked carefully as to not scare him, getting closer. Upon touching the armrest of the couch, she sat down beside him. Shaking hand trying to reach for his. “Do you—“

“What makes you think he’ll gave it back? I doubt he’ll say oh I’m sorry mister, here, have your soul back.” Fugo snapped finally, standing from the floor. It was unclear what came over him, maybe the pent up frustration and the lost sight of Giorno’s eyes, now grey in the lack of a soul. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and without soul, there’s nothing.

Giorno’s resolve is still there, somehow. Inexplicably. Maybe it something that comes from deeper, or maybe it’s a family thing.

“Who said he would want to give it back? We’ll make him want to.” Mista interrupted, saving Giorno from talking more; he kept curling around himself in desperate need of something not clear yet.

She finally took the Don’s hand helping him lay down, and upon hearing his tired huff, she looked at the men. “Call Vittorio —he’s perfect for this mission; tell him to bring his team.”

Fugo nodded, and followed by Mista, both rushed out the room.

Three hours later and with the fourteen men from La Squadra di Esecuzione and their leader standing now in the lobby of the mansion, the last preparations for the mission started.

Before leaving, Vittorio entered the Don’s bedroom after knocking at the door and having permission to; the man in the bed looked weak despite his muscular form: the dark hair in a man bun at the nape of his neck, grey eyes lost in the walls, staring at the pieces of art hanging from the walls.

It made Vittorio sick. He was used to the powerful, strong and composed Don. Always sitting straight with a leg crossed elegantly over the other and a calm glint shining through the teal eyes: the man in the bed had nothing in common with him. But Vittorio knew he was still there when that determination flashed through his eyes when he looked at him, eyelids falling, mouth dry and undying resolve.

“I trust you with this, Ventura.”

Those words, he could swear, would be written over his heart.

Two hours later, they were hunting down the bastard. And after receiving deep cuts from one of his men’s stands —and taking three stands more, leaving those three men out of the fight— Vittorio finally stood before him. Breathless after what he would call a dramatic fighting scene from a movie, and an anecdote he’d tell in future reunions; that, if he made it.

“What makes you think you’ll kill me?” he asked. Murolo’s reports said his name is Cornetto; the rest the history of a life full of incidents. Infortunes that lead him to seek the criminal life. Vittorio didn’t felt shame for him.

“What makes you think I’ll say something like that? —kiddo, if there’s something you should know is that, in this business, we don’t say that until the work is done. Only then, when you lay in the floor, we tell you; when you can’t hear us anymore.” Vittorio’s smirk grew as he saw Cornetto groan and summon his stand; it looked like a reaper; long extremities, black cloak and empty eyes.

The stand approached him fast, claws exposed under the light of the day and a deafening cry before Square Hammer appeared in a green glint. The papal ferula swinging in the air, spreading with it grin smoke.

“My soul is not tainted for I have already sworn loyalty to someone else —you cannot have my soul; Square Hammer won’t let you, and neither will him. Now, Cornetto, this just became a strategy battle. Just like nature, the wind blows, the flowers float away and the strong hunts the weak. It’s how things are.”

Cornetto’s face concerned in terror as his eyes made contact with the stand’s one.

They say a soul weighs only twenty one grams, but for Vittorio, those twenty one grams made his chest feel some sort of relief. Carrying the core essence of the Don was something he never thought he’ll do, and still, he found himself being escorted back by his men: Square Hammer’s hand holding the sphere of light with shimmering light around it, observing it closely every now and then, humming and muttering something as his usual growl.

“Try calling him out, boss.”

Giorno sat in the end of the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and hand clenching around his shirt as the pain from his soul entering his body back slowed, grey giving up under teal.

“Don’t pressure him, Vittorio.” (Y/n) answered, hand on her hips and eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“It’s— it’s okay, cara.” Giorno’s voice, progressively gaining back its qualities answered as he threw his hand back, bringing the sheet of the bed to his lap. Then, closing his eyes and picturing what he wanted to make.

A gasp made him open his eyes and find in his lap a small golden retriever looking up at him with big and playful eyes.

When Gold Experience Requiem finally appeared at his side, leaning over his shoulder and bowing at (Y/n), Giorno’s hair have already turned golden again.

#myargentavislove11 #giorno giovanna #don giorno #giorno giovanna x reader #fem s/o #fem reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na boken #jjba vento aureo #ougon no kaze #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #jjba x reader

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Authentic Costumes: Santa Claus

I came home and my boyfriend, Manny, was still cooking. His chocolate skin glistened with the heat from the kitchen. His small arms and slim frame worked hard, as he quickly moved around. He was in his zone.

However, I felt guilty. Before the holidays started I lost my job. I applied to a number of jobs but, no one was hiring. Now, Henry has been working double to support us. "Oh, your home." He quickly glanced at me and went back to mixing. "How was the gym."

"It was okay. There was just a lot on my mind. " I said as I walked to him. I easily wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss on his flour stained check. "And how has my little baker been doing?"

He wiped the flour from his face as he quickly gave me a peck. And weakly pushed my arms off him. "Well as you can see, it's been going. But there is still alot of work to do. I need to make more of everything: cookies, cupcakes, tamales."

"Well do you need any help." I asked.

He stopped and looked at me and laughs. "No, no, no. The last time you helped the cookies were to salty, the cupcakes didn't rise, and the tamales came out dry. And, then when I put you incharge of mixing you broke multiple bowls. And then.."

"Okay ... okay, I get it. I won't help." I sigh."Just go relax." He smiles back and starts mixing again. I sluggishly walk to the living room. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, a package came for you."

I continued to walk towards the living room and saw the package. The logo confirmed it was from Authentic Costumes. The box was way bigger than I thought it would be. I open the box and revealed a small vial sitting on top of a santa costume. I pick them both up and underneath was a full wardrobe of clothes. Triple X shirts, size 50' waist pants, and oversized underwear. What is all this for?, I thought.

But, before I could even think about Manny walked in. "I've been curious all day so, what was in the box." I look at him holding the Santa Claus costume. "Well it was supposed to be a surprise..., I got a seasonal job as a Santa Claus." My boyfriend laughed, "Are you serious? Was it a phone interview? They do know you have rock hard abs, right?."

My face blushed with slight embarrassment, "Yes and they didn't care. They said anyone can be Santa and offered me 20,000 dollars for the month. So, I said yes. And, then they said they would send me a package to look more like the role." I snapped back.

There was some silence and then I pulled a card from the box. "Begin transformation process by drinking blue vile. The changes will activate once you put on the suit. The transformation will not be permanent. Don't be alarmed." "What transformation ... are they talking about magic..." He asked. "I don't know ... I guess." I replied back. I open the vial. "Well here goes nothing." I start to drink it. "Are you sure.." Manny tried to talk before I drank it But, it was to late.

The blue liquid went down my throat. And, a tingling sensation filled my body. I saw Manny look at me in horror. "What's happening to you." I looked down. The blue liquid was spreading through every vein in my body. My body glowed as a blue road map of viens spread through out my body. I tried to talk, but couldn't. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor. My body started convulsing.

Manny ran to my side. "Daniel! Daniel!" He screamed in terror. He held me with his small body. His hands shook with distress. And, as quickly as it started, it stopped. I laid up against my boyfriend. My body was exhausted and my breathing was heavy. "Are you okay?" He asked putting down his phone and his voice was still shaken. He started rubbing my strong chest and back.

"I think so." I whispered due to a lack of energy. "What were you thinking." He told me. "Why did you just drink a mysterious blue liquid from a sketchy ass company. You could have died. "But, I didn't," I smiled as strength returned to my body. "Plus the company is legit. They do a lot of events for rich people. And, we need the money." I rubbed my head. I get up and start taking off my clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing now?" He asked. "I'm going to put on the santa suit on." I put on the oversized underwear and pants. Manny just looked at me and shook his head. He seemed to be calming down. He laughed seeing me in the bigger clothes. "Damn, we could both fit in those pants."

I grabbed the Santa hat and put it on. I didn't feel anything. And, then I put the Santa coat on. I looked hot as my six pack and pecs were exposed in the open Santa coat. Then I started filling itchy. My whole body was itchy and it felt like little pins started poking out of my skin. I turned to look at the mirror and Manny joined me. Both of us shocked by the changes. Hair started to fill my buff hairless body. My chest and stomach were covered. I could even fill back hair starting to rub against the Santa coat. I knew the same was happening to my legs, thighs and ass.

Finally, stubble appeared on my face and continued to grow out. Until, I had a beard that would make any lumberjack jealous. "Who knew Santa was so hairy." Manny said as he rubbed my hairy muscular chest.

But, my body didn't stop changing. My tanned skin started to lighten. At first, I didn't know what was happening. Small changes to my face and body started appearing. I started looking stronger and better looking. I finally realized I was getting older. I was aging but, my body still had the muscle mass of a 25 year old that spent all his time at the gym. It was erotic. Then my hair started going grey and the lines on my face started to deepen. The hair on top of my head started to fall off. I was a silver fox. I look at my boyfriend and both of our faces were in shock.

But, still the changes didn't stop. Underneath my furry stomach, I could see my abs start to disappear. My body was growing with fat. My face became rounder. I could feel a double chin form under my beard. My chest started sagging with fat. My stomach became enormous. My thighs thickened up. And, my dick started getting buried under pelvic fat.

"Well, fuck me." Manny said. " Magic actually fucking exists. I can't believe it. This is fuckin crazy." "I know. It feels so different. I'm in shock. It's me but, everything feels different." I said exploring my new body. He comes over and also starts poking me in places. "How do you feel?" He said.

"Heavy." I laugh and my whole body jiggles. "I can't imagine having to live life like this. I can feel parts of my body touching each other, that never did before. I don't even think, I can touch my toes. Fuck, it's weirding me out. I can feel all of this kinda affecting my personality. I feel lazy, slow, hungry and tired. Just standing here is taking so much energy. I'm not use to it. Here help me take the suit off."

Manny goes behind me and peels the coat off me. I take of the pants and underwear, revealing my shrunken dick and enlarge fat pad. I let a couple seconds past. "Do you see anything changing." I ask my boyfriend. He just shakes his head. "What do you mean. It's supposed to reverse when I take the costume off."

Panicking I pull out the instructions. Manny squeezes against my side to read them at the same time. "Here, it says the transformation starts when I put on the costume." I say. "Yeah but, that doesn't mean you revert after taking it off. It just says the transformation is not permanent." He answers. He proceeds to look around at the box and picks up the vial. "Here the vial says the transformation last for about a month." He adds.

My heart sank. "So, I'm stuck like this for month." I cried. "I can't be stuck like this. What about the gym? I'm going have to walk out in public like this. What about you? Are you okay with dating a fat old man for a month?" "Luckily they sent all these new clothes you can wear." He joked. I just glared at him. "What it's funny." He laughs. "You make a pretty good daddy bear." He flirted. "What!? Does this turn you on?"

He smiles and walks into the kitchen. He quickly comes back with a plate of food. "I think I can make this work. I don't want my Santa daddy to go hungry." He winked. He motioned for me to sit down, as he fed me. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I was never one to indulge like this, but my body had a mind of it's own. Eating gave my body a new sense of pleasure. "Here take the plate big boy." He handed me the plate of cookies and cupcakes. I continued eating.

"I think you should take the month to enjoy your new body. Give in to your hunger. Don't get me wrong I love your real body. But, I also have a feeder fetish. Now, I can expirence my fantasy."

Manny started kissing my body. My neck. My fat chest. He rubbed my new boobs and my body rushed with pleasure. He sucked on my fat tits and I moaned while I continue to eat. He moved down and kissed my growing belly. He took his hand and pushed my fatpad down. He reveals as much of my dick that he could and started sucking. I continued to moan in deep pleasure.

As, I finished the last bite of food, I cummed into his mouth. My dick was still hard. " Come on big boy." He positioned our bodies so I could have easy penetration into his ass, at my new weight. I was worried that my dick was no longer going to be big enough. But, I squeezed against his ass. His check's helped pushed my fatpad and a decent amount of my dick entered his ass. I began thrusting and my body jiggled from the motion. My breathing became heavy. It was more intense than any work out at the gym. My hairy body became wet with sweat.

We both orgasmed at the same time., breathing heavy. Now, laying side by side he seemed even smaller then when I was in my original body. He Pat's my stomach and lays his head on my boobs. Maybe this month won't be so bad. And, maybe when I revert back, I will start working on developing my own real fat stomach.

#male #body #swap #mischief #weight #gain #age modification #bear tf #bear transformation #transformation #tf

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ijustwanttoexist · 4 years

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An Almost First Date

This is a sequel to LIJAWITP, just a small little something I wanted to do because I haven’t written in a while and I thought it would be cute in a “I like to make my muses suffer” kind of way.

Also, I have a ko-fi. If you like my writing, please consider sending a bit of financial support my way.

Pairing(s): Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Warning(s): Geno gets food poisoning in this, descriptions of throwing up past the break

Their first date is almost tragically bad. Geno imagines he’s in a movie as it happens, because in what other universe except one taking place on film would so many almost comically bad things in confluence.

It takes them nearly a month to make it happen. Sidney has playoffs, and spring is--for some reason--the time of year when people start getting dogs en mass so they’re both stupid busy.

They talk on the phone when they can. They text back and forth throughout the day, and have a few actual phone conversations, but they can never seem to get their schedules to match up for any meaningful time together in person.

The day of the date starts poorly. Geno’s phone charger had apparently died in the night and had taken his phone’s battery charge with it, so his alarm hadn’t gone off. He was two hours late two work, because he’d had to stop at an electronics store to get a replacement charger.

He’d apologized profusely to Angela, but she’d said it was no big deal. She’d looked a little wild-eyed from dealing with pretentious and asshole customers though, so Geno had given her a two hour lunch.

Geno doesn’t know how it happened, but he gets food poisoning at lunch. It’s a place he goes to quite often, and he’s never had any problems with them before, but about a half hour after he eats his lunch it’s making a disgusting return in the employee bathroom.

Angela tries to convince him to go home early, but he refuses to do that to her. She has her own schedule and her own life outside of work, and he refuses to let her take on extra hours when she’s already had a hectic day thanks to him. He sends her home on time, and makes it through most of the last few hours feeling gross and kinda sweaty and nauseous enough that moving too fast makes him gag.

He closes up a whole hour early after he gives all the animals their food and ensures their environments are clean and any bathroom breaks have been taken care of.

He takes some pepto and takes a nap when he gets home, because he still feels tragically awful. He feels better enough when his alarm goes off that he feels perfectly fine not informing Sidney of his early mishap and continuing on a date he’s pretty desperate to actually have happen.

His good slacks don’t fit anymore, is the problem. He hasn’t really gained weight, but he has lost some muscle mass since he doesn’t really work out a lot anymore, and the pants hang off him pathetically. Two of his remaining pairs of slacks smell slightly musty from being left to hang in his closet for who knows how long, and somehow his third pair has a large, dark stain around the crotch.

He goes with the good slacks, and hopes he doesn’t look like a child playing dress up in his dad’s clothes.

And when he goes for a button up, he realizes that he’s got two clean ones, having meant to do laundry for the past week and never quite getting to it. His choices are an off-white one with slightly grey pit stains or a pea-green one that he’s sure will make his slightly sick looking complexion even more washed out.

He settles for a baby blue polo and hopes Sidney doesn’t mind that he’s not dressed super formal.

He thanks his lucky stars that his dress shoes are still in good condition and still fit him.

Geno puts on his fanciest watch, and swears when he looks at it. Is it really that late? He checks his phone and swears again, because it is that late. Even with his usual speeding habit, there’s a good chance he’s going to be late.

He sends a text to Sidney letting him know, then jumps in his car. And gets pulled over for doing ten over. He tries to sweet talk his way out of a ticket, or at least get the man to write faster than his mother types, but by the time he gets to the restaurant he’s a full half hour late.

He has five glorious minutes of peace and quiet. The waitress kindly leads him to a semi-isolated table in the back. Sidney looks bored and a little put out in the moment before he lifts his eyes and sees Geno approaching, and then his face lights up and Geno can forgive the frankly awful beard when it surrounds a smile that beautiful and sweet.

He gives Geno an appreciative up and down look, and Geno preens.

Sidney stands as he approaches and pulls him into a hug, which Geno returns happily. He just wants to stand there in the arms of this wonderful man and never leave, but they’re in public and the waitress is still standing close by--presumably to get Geno’s drink order--so the hug is just shy of perfunctory and then they’re both sitting.

Geno gets water, and then they’re left alone. Geno finds what he wants, and when he looks up Sidney is watching him with a soft smile on his face. Geno reaches a hesitant hand across the table to him and Sidney takes it and laces their fingers. It makes Geno’s chest feel fit to burst with happiness.

And then someone passes the table with a tray of plates full of steaming food. The smell of food wafts over to their table and Geno can feel himself go green as he breaks out in a light sweat.

“Be right back,” Geno says, and nearly jumps to his feet. He walks as fast as he can without seeming frantic to the nearest bathroom, then locks himself in the first open stall to dry heave until he pukes bile.

At this point he can tell that he’s sweated through his shirt and his hair is soaked. He’s sure the only color in his face right now is grey.

He must be in the bathroom for longer than he thinks because he hears someone enter the bathroom and then a tentative, “Geno?”

Geno groans, partly because he feels like shit, and partly because he can’t believe he’s ruined their first and long awaited date because he ate some bad chicken. He kind of wants to curl into a ball and die.

“Yeah, Sid,” Geno asks from his stall, and he knows he sounds rough. He hears Sidney walk over to his stall, and reaches behind him to undo the latch on the door.

“Oh, buddy,” Sidney says, and then he feels a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles, “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad?”

“Wanted...” Geno gives a shallow burp-gag, and spits more bile into the toilet, “was so excited for date with you. Knew you were excited too. Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Sidney is silent for a moment, still rubbing gently at his back.

“How about,” he said slowly, “you head home--“ Geno groaned in protest. “Hold on, G, let me finish.

“You head home, and get into something comfortable, and I’ll meet you there.”

“No fun when I’m sick,” Geno said sadly.

“Look, whether we go to some big fancy restaurant, or go to a movie, or we stay in and watch Netflix and cuddle on the couch, I just want to spend time with you.”

“Me too.”

Geno stands with help and washes his face with a damp paper towel. Sidney guides him to the front, and apologizes profusely to the waitstaff. And then Geno is deposited into his car with the promise that Sidney will be over soon.

Geno drives carefully home, afraid that if he doesn’t he’ll throw up in his car. He leaves a trail of clothes to his bedroom, then puts on his most comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. He grabs a heat patch from the box in his bathroom because all that heaving has left his back twinging, and then drags his duvet from his bed to his couch.

Sidney shows up twenty minutes later with takeout chicken noodle soup, in beautifully tailored jeans and a soft looking cardigan. Once they’ve both eaten, Sidney lays lengthwise on the couch and pulls Geno until he’s laying mostly on him, practically swaddled in his blanket. Sidney sets an alarm on his phone for the morning, presses play on some boring documentary sure to put Geno to sleep, and then runs his fingers through Geno’s hair.

“Sorry I ruin our date,” Geno says as he begins to drift off.

“This is still good,” Sidney assures him. Geno falls asleep with a small smile on his face.

#sidgeno #previous fic continuation #omg poor geno I had intentions of making the suffering equal but...yeah......#anyways hope you guys like it #food poisoning warning

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shekissesturians · 4 years

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~ Sun Showers ~ Mirio x Fem!Reader/OC (Chapter 3)

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 - 6,356 word count - Ao3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

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Another evening surround by the heavy smell of solvents and oils… it all felt so bittersweet.

This was the last session Mirio was scheduled to meet with Yua for, and the whole thing left a dull taste in his mouth. He had been so excited to hang out with her today. But that was what these sessions felt like for him, a hangout- time spent with another person he had come to grow a connection with. It wasn't until the last hour of the session that a feeling of dread began to circulate in his chest.

Now all he could do was stare at the ground while rummaging around in his own thoughts.

Mirio knew what he wanted to ask her.

Normally asking anyone anything was never an issue for him. At this moment though, his palms were beginning to sweat while his gut seemed to twist over itself.

It was a sensation that he wasn’t used to.

Mirio shifted his weight, wiping his perspiring hands on the red sheet bellow. When he had talked to Hadou and Tamaki about the situation he hadn’t felt nervous! In fact, it was quite the opposite! He had felt it was a great idea! Something that would open the door for future hangouts between him and Yua beyond this project. That was something to be excited about, and he had been... until he had walked into the classroom.

Now, it felt like his mouth was strangely dry, as though he had just tried to drink a container of salt. It made Mirio wish that Hadou was there. She would have asked Yua for him, no problem at all!

But she wasn’t.

He had to do it himself.

From a quick glance over, Mirio could see Yua was still fully encompassed by her work. Again her bottom lip was stuck between her teeth, a little habit he had quickly come to find rather cute. It was her biggest tell and the very sight never ceased to put a grin on his face.

It reminded him how much he would hate to lose contact with her. That was what was making him so nervous. Maybe she didn’t feel the same way…

“And, there we go!” Yua suddenly spoke out, drawing up Mirio’s attention, “I think I’m finished.”

Her words made his heart sink.

She looked so happy and pleased that he couldn’t help but outwardly smile and congratulate her. Inside him, was a different story. Mirio felt sick. He felt as though something was sitting heavy in his gut, weighing him to the ground. It took him a few moments to pull himself up from his knelt position.

He silently reclothed while Yua added finishing touches to the painting. This gave him time to mentally prepare.

It was now or never.

He just needed to ask her already!

Mirio went to open his mouth, but Yua’s voice beat him to a question,

“So did you want to go to barbecue for dinner?” Her focus still completely on her work.

“Ah, well…” He began, trying to construct the best arrangement of his words, “There is actually a party going on tonight.”

“A party?” Yua blinked, taking a moment to peak around the canvas at him.

“Yeah, yeah!” Mirio flashed her a bright grin, “My classmates are throwing it to celebrate completing midterms! It should be a lot of fun… and they are throwing it at the dorm on U.A’s campus.”

“That does sound like fun!” Yua returned his grin before turning her attention back to the painting, “I understand, you should definitely go.”

Mirio was about to happily agree with her when he realized that his words didn’t come across the way he intended.

“- Ah wait!” He quickly waved his hands in front of himself, as though to knock everything he had said previously said out of the way. But before he could adjust his words, Yua’s attention was already back onto the painting.

Mirio took a deep breath to gather his thoughts as he walked over,

“What I meant was-” He began walking to her side. His immediate presence regained her attention, “- I got a visitor pass! You should join me!” Mirio finally managed to breathe out.

Yua looked up at him, “Me?” She pointed the paintbrush she was holding back at herself. Her sudden action caused the nude paint on the tip of the brush to smear onto her blouse.

“Yeah, you.” Mirio couldn’t help but chuckle. In Yua’s surprise, she was left completely unaware of how she was staining her white shirt, “There will be food, and music, and a bunch of really fun people!”

A small smile began to grow on her lips, it did sound like a lot of fun.

“Okay!” She brightened. In an instant, she flipped the paintbrush to point at Mirio. He looked down as paint flung forward splattering across his shirt. Yua gasped. Quickly she looked back and forth between them, finally realizing what she had done.

“I’m sorry!” She turned to grab a rag.

“No worries!” Mirio grinned, “Now we match!” The anxiety that had been welding up and circulating in his gut was now replaced with a weight of excitement.

Yua dabbed some solvent onto the small grey towel and proceed to try and save Mirio’s shirt before her own, “It’s oil paint… so it might not completely come out… unfortunately.” She cringed.

“It’s no big deal. Mirio untucked his shirt, fanning it to try and get it to dry while Yua tended to herself, “Now I will always remember our sessions!” Her dabbing and rubbing had helped some... but not enough. His shirt was a lost cause.

Yua sighed before agreeing with a smile, “I like that.” She nodded, not even bothering with her own blouse. There was no way the paint was coming out.

Mirio decided to take the risk and placed his hand on her head. He jokingly ruffled her hair between his fingers, attempting to show how little he was worried over a bit of paint, but really… He wanted to close the gap between them, the one that screamed acquaintances and not friends.

Her hair really was as soft as he had imagined…

“So…” He began, removing his hand from her head, “ I know U.A is a ways from here, I was thinking of just taking the train?”

Instantly Yua lit up at Mirio’s suggestion, “We can take the train!?” Her voice raised up into an octive of excitement.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” He grinned, slightly taken aback by her sudden enthusiasm, “It’s an hour ride though-”

“Even better!” Yua clapped her hands once before turning to gather up her things.

Mirio knelt down and help her, “You must really enjoy train rides, huh?”

“Maybe,” She wiped off her brushes before setting them carefully into her backpack, “I’ve never ridden on the train before.”

Her voice froze him, “How have you never ridden on the metro before?”

Yua paused. She supposed it was a strange statement to make…

“I-I guess the occasion just... never came up?” She shrugged, “My family has always just driven places…”

Mirio nodded along, “Well! You are in for a treat then!” He grins as he helps her put the last bit of supplies into her bag, “You’ll see all sorts of people on the train. It’s pretty fun people watching.”

“That does sound fun.” Yua swung the backpack in her hands over her shoulder as she stood.

Mirio followed her up, his attention on the backpack.

His fingers flicked towards her, “Hand it over.” He gestured towards her backpack, offering to carry it for her like he had the last time they met up.

“No, no, it's alright!” Yua clung onto it as she began to walk backwards towards the door, “It doesn’t feel fair having you carry all of my stuff…”

“Alright.” He sighed with a smile… he had hoped she would let him again. He had really enjoyed being useful to her. The sensation felt… warm, “But if it gets to be too much let me know!”

“Okay I promise.” Yua returned his cheerful expression as they exited the classroom together.

She couldn’t help the spring that was present in her step. For as far back as Yua could remember, her family had always used private drivers. It made her feel as though she was missing out on something. Seeing the train zoom by while they were stuck at an intersection always made her wonder what the world looked like from up there. It was as though the metro was this mysterious, magical people moving machine that always laid just out of reach. Any time she had asked about riding on it the response was always the same,

- “You don’t want to ride on one, they are so crowded!”

- “Taking the car is faster.”

- “You don’t want to sit next to strangers.”

But she did.

Yua imagined that on the train, every day you would encounter new people and maybe even make new friends! You could hear new conversations and see new things! It was a romanticized view of public transportation, but that was what enticed her even more!

Once at the train station, Yua felt as though she could barely sit still. There were so many new sights and smells to take in. Food vendors and unique posters lined the entrance along with all sorts of maps and signs.

Mirio happily showed her how to get a train ticket and how to not get stuck in the entrance's turnstile, as he fondly recalls happened to him once.

“- I ended up just having to permeate out of it.” He laughed as they waited for their train to arrive.

Yua questioned him with a snicker on her lips, “But wouldn’t you lose your clothes??”

Mirio flashed her a dramatic thumbs up, “ I sure did!”

“Your poor parents.” Yua laughed while shaking her head.

“My father has the same quirk as me… they knew what was coming.” He stuck out his tongue in jest just as a new train arrived at the station.

The speed of which it entered had Yua stepping back. She expected the metro to be fast, but being this close was rather daunting.

Mirio patted the back of her backpack while he pointed towards the numbers and words that spanned electronically across the side of the train, “This is us!””

Yua's face immediately brightened at his news. Mirio chuckled at her enthusiasm as he led her on board. Her excitement was becoming contagious. Even he was feeling it now and he always took the metro!

Yua slipped off her backpack, following Mirio as he guided them over to an empty section of seats. She happily sat down while Mirio took hold of the poll near her. Upon noticing his stance, Yua became perplexed.

“Aren’t you going to take a seat?” She patted the spot next to her.

“Nah,” Mirio shook his head, “I really don’t need it, so I would rather leave it open for someone who really does.”

Sure enough, an elderly man came along and flashed a grateful smile at the sight at the empty spot. He released a tired sigh as he settled down into the chair. Yua looked back to Mirio who sent her a knowing wink as his prophecy was instantly fulfilled.

The sudden shift the train signaled their departure, leaving Yua mesmerized by the moving world outside. She turned in her seat to look out the window behind her. It was a different path than cars would take so the was scenery was a perspective of the city she had never seen before.

Mirio had been right, there was amazing people watching on the train. So many different characters ranging in height and age. It made Yua’s mind wander to where they were going, what they had been doing that day, and where they were coming from.

The train's occupants were also in a constant shift. Some travelers stayed on with them while others got on and off only needing to travel a single stop.

“Do you wanna trade places with me?” Yua turned to Mirio when they reached their 4th station terminal. He shifted closer to her as the train began to fill up with a large amount of new passengers.

“Thanks a bunch, but I am A-Okay!” He flashed her an okay sign, “I take this train all the time, I am used to standing.”

Yua bit her lip in thought before jumping up and joining him.

“I am gonna stand a bit too!” She shifted her backpack from her lap to her shoulders before grabbing onto the same poll as him.

“Welcome to the standing club!” Mirio teased, “It can get a bit wobbly up here so make sure you hang on.”

Yua nodded her head, feeling pleased when a woman juggling both groceries, and a child, took advantage of her free seat.

“How many more stops do we have?” She looked up to Mirio.

His gaze shifted to the map that sat above the train's electric doors, “Only three more!”

“We are almost there!” Yua cheered, but soon she was thrown off balance. The jerk of the train's forward acceleration threw her to the back of the car and stumbling into Mirio. He steadied her with his free hand.

Her eyes widened at their sudden closeness. Instantly she took a step back only to discover now there was barely any space to move. There was more people on the train than there had been the rest of the trip, and the once breathable space was now crowded and tight. She was only able to manage a distance of inches between the two of them.

Yua was about to apologize when the train harshly jolted back again, sending its passengers stumbling towards the back of the car. In one swift movement, Mirio wrapped his arm around her and twisted them both towards the wall of seats on their right.

He tightened his grip on the poll.

“Something’s not right.” His gaze narrowed.

Yua looked up at Mirio, trying to make sense of what was going on. His attention was directed towards the front of the train car. His jaw clenched.

Not a second later the train harshly jolted again, sending the groceries of the woman next to them tumbling onto the floor. The toddler in her lap started to cry as the other passengers began to yell and push back against one another.

“The first car!” A man near the front of the train suddenly shouted, “Two guys are fighting!”

Another impact shook the train car, this time lurching it to the side.

“Hang on to me!” Mirio instructed Yua as he released the pole. Just as people were thrown in their direction, he turned and braced his arms against the window around the mother and toddler. The impact of bodies was swift but Mirio had just managed to shield the three of them from being crushed into the side of the train.

His face contorted into a grimace at the weight of multiple people slamming into his back. It took all of his focus for his arms not to buckle.

Yua cried out at the impact. She tried feverously to pull away from Mirio but her fingers were crushed between him and the passengers on his back. Her arms were now pinned around him. Neither of them could move.

Her voice wasn’t the only one to permeate the air. Shouts and cries circulated the train car in a giant hum of distress.

On either side of Mirio and Yua, people were smushed up against the train's large windows. Some unconscious, others wounded under the bodies that trapped them. Blood was beginning to seep out across the glass from under the layers of people struggling to free themselves.

The train car was in a state of panic.

Mirio took a deep breath, regathering his thoughts so he could properly assess the situation. He sent a calming smile down at the toddler below him. The child was staring up at him with wide eyes and red cheeks while being cradled in his mother's arms. The two of them were inches away from Yua who was still trying to free her hands from around his back.

"It's okay." He spoke to her, trying to remain as calm as he could, "Don't fight it, just try and relax."

His words seemed to do the trick as Yua ceased struggling, and that was when Mirio finally focused his attention out the window.

Immediately he was flooded with a wave of nausea. He had a completely clear view of a bustling intersection... 90 ft bellow them.

The train had stopped on an elevated rail.

The train had stopped on an elevated rail and they were currently tilting over the edge.

Promptly, Mirio's voice bellowed from his chest, "Move back!!" He shouted trying to get his voice heard over the buzz of voices. He braced his feet against the bench seat as he attempted to push himself against those who were piled onto his back.

There was too much weight on the right side of the train. They had to even it out. People had to -

“Move back!” He shouted again, straining to make any leeway but he could barely shift the congestion of people behind him.

Yua turned her head to try and see what had suddenly spurred Mirio's actions. Fear drained the blood from her face as soon as she looked out the window.

“Go back!!” Her voice cracked, “We’re tipping!! Move back!!”

She kicked back her legs, bracing them on the lip of the bench as she joined Mirio in trying to budge those behind him.

“We hafta move!!” He barked out again. This time his voice seemed to catch other's attention and soon the mantra to move was being shouted throughout the train car.

Cries from the young boy bellow them rang loudly into Yua’s ears. Her chest was beginning to heave as she watched those around her try their best to move but it was near impossible. With people pinned beneath one another, it was a jumbled mess of limbs.

A small jolt of the trail car slipping further over the edge had Yua closing her eyes and burying her face into Mirio’s chest.

Mirio turned his attention out the window. Little by little they were beginning to tilt further over the ledge. The sound of scraping metal could be heard around them. The train car’s connection was beginning to strain. They were barely hanging on.

“Quickly! Throw your weight back!” Mirio tried to instruct once more, but his voice was drowned out again by everyone's deepening panic.

There had to be something he could do!

He had to think!

The muscles in his arms and legs were beginning to burn with such an insatiable ache that it felt as though his tendons would snap any minute. Mirio looked down at Yua and the woman and child below him. If he gave in to the weight, even a little, they would all be crushed against the side of the train like the people around them. He was the only thing standing between them and the mass of bodies tangled and struggling behind him.

Utilizing his quirk was not an option.

Tears stained the toddler’s cheeks bellow him. The boy's small fingers nearly tearing into his mother’s shirt from his tight grip. Though he screamed, her voice stayed soft. She hummed calmly to her son, petting his head and rubbing his back while trying to quench his fears as best she could. The blood trailing out across the windows surface was beginning to pool, and with it her hope and words were starting to fade until she was completely silenced by fear.

The situation was turning grimmer by the second.

Mirio shook his head sharply, trying to focus his thoughts. There had to be something he was missing! That was when he noticed the soft sound of thunder. His attention returned out the window. From what he could see the sky was clear but again thunder rattled overhead.

Immediately he looked to Yua. Her face was buried into his shirt, eyes shut, body shaking; she was trying not to panic.

That was it.

She needed to panic.

She needed to use her quirk!

“Ueno!” Mirio tried to grab her attention, but she didn’t stir.

“Ueno!!” He shouted again. This time Yua had been able to separate his voice from the screams around them. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Look out the window!” His instruction caused confusion to twist her face.

“What?” Her voice cracked.

“Look out the window!” He tried to speak again, but a loud groan of metal drowned him out.

The train car lurched forward another inch.

Mirio grimaced against their nearly horizontal angle. His entire body was shaking under the weight of passengers baring down on him. It was taking every ounce of his strength not to collapse. There was no moving now, for anyone. At this point, they were solely hanging on by the train car’s connections. At this point, they wouldn’t be able to shift the train car over even if everyone was able to untangle themselves and move.

“Let all your emotions go.” He breathed trying to keep his voice level, “Look out the window and trust me!”

Yua’s eyes widened as his gaze bore into her.

She understood.

In a second, Yua turned her head and looked out towards the giant drop that spanned between them and the city street below.

At once, fear clouded her vision. Tears boiled up into her eyes as her heart began to race faster than she had ever felt before. A pressure churned in her chest.

They were all going to die.

The sensation moved into her veins.

Nothing could save them.

The pressure was radiating into her bones.

Nothing, Nothing, NOTHING-

A crash of thunder vibrated the train car, and then it hit.

It formed in a matter of seconds with such a force Mirio could see it out the window. The air outside was rolling over itself, condensing, and growing, and building, until the pressure was so grand it could no contain itself.

Release.

The giant gust of wind barreled into the side of the train with such force the windows shattered.

Mirio turned his head, grabbing onto Yua as they were thrown back, landing onto those who had been piled up behind them. The train car was instantly silenced. No one spoke a word. No one cried. No one breathed.

Slowly, Mirio opened his eyes to see the ceiling above him. Moments ago every fiber of his being was drowned in stress and pain, and now… nothing. It took the movement of those underneath him to finally bring him back into reality. A ring in ears sounded the flood of noise back to his senses.

“We’re back on the tracks!” Someone cried out, “We’re back on the tracks!!”

Cheers and cries sounded through the car. The noise spurred Mirio to sit up, finally allowing those he was resting on to stand. His attention turned to Yua. She was heaving in is arms with her mouth ajar, trying her best to intake a single breath of air.

He brought his hand to her head, slowly dragging his fingers along her scalp,

“You’re alright.” He gently spoke, “Just relax.” It was either the force of her quirk or the impact that had knocked the wind out of her.

Around them, people were stirring. Those who could stand did and quickly proceed to check on other passengers. There were quite a few who had shards of glass stuck to their clothing or embedded into their skin, but other than that no one had been seriously injured from their saving push.

Mirio took a moment to wipe some glass off of Yua’s uniform,“We’re all okay, breathe.”

As if on cue, Yua released a vocal gasp as her diaphragms finally relaxed. Mirio kept her leaning against him as her arms dropped from around him to hang at her sides. Her head was spinning, the world was a haze. All she could do was breathe and blink as she processed the giant surge of energy that had just ravished her nervous system. It was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced before. There wasn’t any pain - no - what she was feeling was more like a weightless euphoria.

“Is she okay?” A woman’s voice spoke out from the crowd of passengers.

Mirio looked away from Yua just as the mother he had shielded kneeled down in front of them. Her son was cradled in her arms, his head pressed against her shoulder while he softly hiccuped.

He flashed the woman a smile, “Yeah, she’s okay.” Mirio rubbed his hand down her back. She wasn’t moving but she was conscious. All she needed was a bit of time to regroup and process the after-effects he imagined she was feeling from her quirk.

The older woman studied her with a kind gaze. At that moment Yua looked so delicate cradled against his chest, but the phenomenon that just occurred, that just saved all of them, clearly proved otherwise. This mother knew.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” She smiled at Mirio, “I had heard you… instructing her. She did something that saved us.”

Mirio simply returned her smile as a response. Even though Yua’s quirk did save them, she had used it without a license. For now, It was best that he stayed quiet on the subject and didn’t admit to anything.

The woman seemed to understand and nodded her head in silent agreement,

“You as well, thank you.” She continued, “I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t made the effort to shield us.” Her attention drifted to those being attended to by fellow passengers. Some were knocked out cold, while others were wailing in pain from broken bones.

Before Mirio could respond, a figured shifted down from the top of the train and into the blown-out windows. Limbs of tree bark spanned out across the side of the train causing many to release a smile of relief.

It was pro-hero, Kamui Woods.

“Everyone, please remain calm.” He began with an even-toned voice, “The train is going to be heading to the nearest station where medics are waiting. If anyone is in critical need of attention please hand them to me.”

A few people spoke up, instructing him to those in the worse condition. His branches carefully shot into the car, scooping the injured up and lifting them out with the utmost care. As soon as he left the train began to move forward.

Yua finally began to stir just as they pulled into the station.

Mirio loosed his hold on her as she sat up, “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” She rubbed at her eyes while continuing to sit between his legs,“…tired.”

“I bet.” Mirio leaned forward against his knees as he sent her a comforting smile, “This really didn’t turn out to be the most ideal first train ride experience, huh?”

Yua smiled back with the shake of her head, “Not at all.”

As the train car opened medics and police calmly guided passengers out, directing those who still needed assistance towards the ambulances that sat in wait.

Mirio stood up first. He took a small pause to stretch out his body before holding out his hand to help Yua onto her feet. Both of them moved slowly. There was no rush. While Mirio had a muscle ache that extended over his body, it was nothing that needed any attention. Yua also was feeling sore but it was nothing that a good night's sleep wouldn’t fix.

Stepping out of the train, Mirio took hold of Yua’s hand. He guided them through the maze of passengers, medics, and officers. By the second, the scene was becoming more congested as news crews quickly arrived.

“Today’s scene is one of miracles,” a news anchor reported toward her camera crew, “ While hero team, The Lurkers, were in a battle with a villain downtown, two men got into a quirk fight on the 5pm train. Kamui Woods had been able to separate from the previous battle and arrive on the scene to subdue the men. Unfortunately, one of the train cars had completely tipped off the tracks and was on the near verge of falling off into a 90ft plunge when a sudden storm system opened up directly above. Its typhoon force winds were what ultimately pushed the car to safety. We are still unsure what caused the strange weather phenomenon, but we will keep you all posted as new details emerge.”

Yua kept her gaze focused to the ground, listening to the reporter as they walked by. She was still in shock over what had occurred. There had only ever been a handful of times that she could remember her quirk forcing such a large expenditure of energy. And in all of those cases, there was never a point that she held any sort of control. It was always senseless and reactive destruction. There would be rain, or lightning, or hail, but never any rhyme or reason to its movements or intensity.

This time though, this time she had conjured up a concrete action. There was an effort, a thought that was circling through every ounce of her being. She didn’t want to fall. She didn’t want to die. And the weather followed.

Yua never knew her quirk could behave in such a way. Her normal was feeling out of control. Her normal was always feeling on the brink of breaking. For the life of her, she was trying to remember the sensation she had felt that allowed her to have a single second of control. But adrenaline was leaving her veins and with it, her memory.

Mirio glanced back at Yua as he navigated them out of the crowd surrounding the station, his hand still firmly gripping hers.

Her attention was elsewhere, thoughts flashing across her eyes while she mindlessly followed his touch. He was sure that if he released her hand she would probably just keep walking until she ran into something.

“Ueno,” Mirio’s voice gently returned her to reality, “Do you want to go home?”

Yua’s response was a simple confused blink.

“Instead of the party,” He quickly clarified, “I know that was a lot you just went through.”

Mirio slowed his pace, allowing Yua to catch up. She walked by his side while thinking over his question.

Her thoughts were wandering back to her home, to the meal she knew would be waiting in the fridge. To the couch, soft and warm. She thought about how nice it would be to sit down and get lost in whatever T.V shows might be on. That was until she remembered the impending emptiness that would be waiting for her.

The odds her parents would be home from work were slim to none. Recently, they hadn’t even been coming back home from the office to sleep.

She would be there alone, in the empty silence of a house that barely knew life outside of herself.

“I still want to go to the party.” Yua quickly answered. It took some effort but she forced herself to smile, the biggest smile she could manage. She didn’t want Mirio to second guess her choice. After everything that happened, she couldn’t bear the idea of being alone.

Mirio softly smiled as he watched her demeanor go through an instant shift. He could tell that she was forcing it and pushing something he couldn’t see away.

Yua quickly threw her free hand out and pointed off into the distance, “There will be no rain on this parade!” She declared loudly, instantly pulling a laugh from Mirio.

“That’s the spirit!” He mimicked her dramatic gesture, “Onward! Towards well-earned food and fun!”

Yua joined his laughter, paying no mind to those walking by who flashed them both confused glances. She was sure they both looked awfully strange, the two of them, gesturing wildly with boisterous tones and completely disheveled appearances. Mirio’s hair was no longer neatly combed back and styled, but a tousled mess of blond locks falling every which way and the other. Yua was sure her hair didn’t look any better either, and that made her laugh even more.

That was all either one of them could do.

Laugh and take another step forward.

As their joined hands swung forward with their next step, Yua suddenly became painfully aware that they had not stopped holding hands since they stepped off the train… three blocks ago…

Impulsively, she jerked away. She hadn’t been paying attention at all!

Perhaps this whole time Mirio hadn’t moved away or said anything because he didn’t want to cause her embarrassment. He was kind like that. Yua could absolutely see him behaving so. But at this point could they even call themselves friends?

They hadn’t known each other very long at all. Who was she to be clinging onto him? It was one thing when danger had been an immediate threat, but now they were simply walking down the street. There was no excuse.

Mirio looked over at Yua’s sudden movement away from him.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m sorry!” She began to chant, cradling the offending hand to her chest as though she had just been burned by his touch.

His gaze soften.

He had been pleasantly surprised that she had kept holding his hand for as long as she had. But, he didn't want to let her go.

It was selfish - he knew it- but he had enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his. The whole experience they had just gone through had shaken him as well.

“It’s alright,” He reached out, recapturing her hand, “I don’t mind.”

The last thing he wanted was to lose her touch.

Mirio threaded his fingers through hers as he returned their hands to their previous position. Unbeknownst to her, his free hand was still shaking at his side with adrenaline. He hadn’t shown it on his face, and he would never admit it, but they had all been so- so close to dying. That reality hadn’t fully hit him until he had heard the news anchor reporting at the station.

Even in the most intense of situations, there is always a small voice in the back of one's head that has been conditioned to think, “It’s alright, everything will be okay. A hero will show up!”

The idea had been entrenched in all of them since birth.

In this society, heroes always show up.

This time though, the only hero in the immediate area that could have stopped their fall would have been Mt. Lady. And in an unlucky series of events, she had been unable to step away from a simultaneously occurring situation. That meant... without Yua’s quirk…

Mirio’s grip tightened on her hand. Her touch was grounding him from the racing thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. He physically could not let her go. Not at this moment.

Yua looked up at Mirio as he recaptured her hand. All of his attention seemed to be focused out into the distance.

There was no way at that height anyone would have survived.

His eyes betrayed the smile he was holding onto and Yua could see all of it.

“Toogata,” Her voice called.

The sudden tug of his arm had Mirio looking back. She had stopped walking, all of her attention focused on him.

He silently watched as Yua took a step towards him. Never letting go of his hand, she pulled him into a close hug. The side of her face pressed into his chest, while her free hand rubbed up and down his back. It was the same motion that he had used to try and calm her on the train.

“Just relax.” She spoke.

The corners of Mirio’s lips turned up into a tender smile.

This girl…

“We’re all okay…breathe.”

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BEASTARS MINI-STORY #4: “A Different kind of Charity pt. 5” (FIN) by JCL

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We are back at the dining room hall, where we see that Georgette has returned to her table and is sitting across Dumas again.

DUMAS: "Anyway, I doubt he'll show his face again at the club anytime soon. I mean who would after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Or rather, caught with his hand in that caddie's blouse..."

Dumas voice begins to dwindle off as he notices something odd about Georgette.

DUMAS: "Georgette? Is something wrong?"

Georgette, in a stark difference to her usual, cool exterior now looks visibly shaken. Her eyes are staring off into space and she seems to be sweating, like she is in shock.

DUMAS: "Georgette!"

She blinks and meets Dumas look. She still looks a bit disoriented though, like she is uncertain of how she even got back to her seat.

GEORGETTE: "... What?"

DUMAS: "You're acting like you're a thousand miles away. I know you're not very thrilled about being here, but you usually keep an ear out for good gossip."

She puts her hands together, at which Dumas notice that they are trembling.

DUMAS: "You seem... Disturbed. Did something happen on the way to the bathroom?"

Georgette avoids his look by looking over her shoulder.

GEORGETTE: "No, nothing at all... I've probably had too much to drink. I'll stick to water for the rest of the evening."

Dumas look skeptical and confused, like he suspects that she is not telling the full story, which is correct. Over her shoulder though, we see that she has adopted a comically annoyed expression.

GEORGETTE: (Why the hell am I not telling him? After what I saw, I feel like screaming it out to the top of my lungs!)

She thinks back to seeing Louis kiss Juno; the two manifesting in the background like a snogging apparition.

GEORGETTE: (Louis, heir to Horns Conglomerate and arranged to be married, is having a secret relationship with a carnivore!)

Shen then turns her head back towards the table and adopts a melancholic expression.

GEORGETTE: (What the hell is the matter with him?! I mean I don't know him THAT well, the only times I actually meet him is during these events...! I mean it's been that way ever since the first time I had to go here)

Staring down into the plate of soup that is in front of her, we enter into a flashback. ---

In the flashback we see a 13-year-old Georgette, sitting at a table during a previous charity event. She looks smaller, wears a reserved dress and looks really insecure. She doesn't have her current, more expressive eyes here. They are more like a pair of black, doll-like dots.

GEORGETTE: (The 13-year-old me... I was such a grey and timid little creature back then)

Sitting around her is her family, which is largely composed of the peafowls male counterpart, the peacocks. Next to their much more colorful and regal appearances, the young Georgette looks more like a lost autumn leaf.

GEORGETTE: (As is typical of any peafowl surrounded by a bunch of peacocks... It's like a divine prank, with one half of an entire species looking like beautifully arranged bouquets of flowers, and the other half looking like wilting weeds...! Because of that, we fowls develop a naturally low self-image when compared to our male counterparts)

Zooming in on her face, we can clearly see her looking sad and uncomfortable.

GEORGETTE: (I was no different. When I first came here, surrounded by all this grandness, I just felt so small and mismatched, like a mud-cake staining a glass slipper... So it was kind of like home, except now even more people could see how unremarkable I was... Like it needed even more of a confirmation)

It is then that the table is approached by someone.

FLASHBACK-LOUIS: "Excuse me."

She looks up to see who it is.

GEORGETTE: (But then I met him)

It turns out to be a younger Louis, looking cool and impressive even as a 13-year-old. He extends his hand to a surprised-looking Georgette.

FLASHBACK-LOUIS: "Would you like to dance?"

The young Georgette blushes at this.

GEORGETTE: (So handsome. So cool)

She accepts and takes his hand, though she still looks really uncertain.

GEORGETTE: (I have no idea why he asked me, I've never dared to ask him)

Louis leads her out to the dance floor, and the two begin to dance.

GEORGETTE: (No matter the reason... When I danced with him, for the first time, I didn't feel like an inferior)

Zooming in on Louis face, we see that he is looking at her with a stoic and reserved expression.

GEORGETTE: (That stoic exterior, that reserved strength, that calm but oozing confidence...!)

Georgette on the other hand looks at him adoringly; her dot-like eyes glittering like two shiny pebbles.

GEORGETTE: (It inspired me. Instead of going around feeling sorry for myself, I would act strong and unmoved by the world around me, like he did) ---

GEORGETTE: (I would not be bothered by anything, betray no insecurity, not get knocked down by anything!)

We see Georgette in a montage where she aims to improve herself: exorcising by running on a treadmill, purchasing more womanly clothes, reading through several fashion magazines and a bunch of self-help books. Finally, we see her learning how to apply makeup in front a mirror.

GEORGETTE: (I really took that to heart, and it worked)

She is looking into the mirror with the newly applied makeup, which makes her look look both beautiful and intimidating. Her eyes, which as her younger self looked like dots, has now gained the icy sharpness of the current Georgette.

GEORGETTE: (I didn't feeling inferior anymore) ---

GEORGETTE: (Even when I heard that he got engaged, I never showed myself sad around him... Though I do think it was around that time when I started drinking)

We see Georgette drinking from a glass of whine with an unreadable expression while Louis and Azumi is seen dancing past her in the background.

GEORGETTE: (As the years went by, we would meet again and again, but only here. It made it special somehow. But this...)

---

We return to the present, where we see her grabbing a nearby napkin. A shadow then begins to grow in her face; she looks like she is getting really angry.

GEORGETTE: (What the hell is this?!)

She begins to unconsciously shred a napkin into itty-bitty pieces. Dumas stares at this with an increasingly alarmed look.

DUMAS: "...!"

GEORGETTE: (It's not just not just a scandal, it makes no damn sense! Getting busy with some floozy canine! That she-devil...!) ---

We go into a scene that illustrates Georgette's imagination. There is even a text above it that spells: GEORGETTE'S IMAGINATION

GEORGETTE: (It's like she pulled him down from the heavens...!)

Georgette's imagination has given form to a scene straight out of a renaissance-like painting with a biblical motif, where an angelic-looking Louis getting pulled by the ankle down to a dark and depressing-looking landscape by a Satanic-looking Juno.

GEORGETTE: (... AND IS GETTING READY TO EAT HIM!)

The Satanic-looking Juno looks more and more like a monster, with glowing red eyes and drool flowing out of her mouth as she moves in to devour Angelic-Louis. ---

We return to present reality, where Georgette's napkin has been turned into a pile of confetti between her hands.

GEORGETTE: (Of course, she's a carnivore after all. That's all they ever think about!)

The cockerspaniel waitress that took Juno and Louis orders before walks by. Seeing the shredded napkin, she leans in with a civil expression and addresses a nervous-looking Dumas.

DOG WAITRESS: "Would you like more napkins?"

DUMAS: "No." ---

We see that Louis and Juno are now walking into large room again. Juno is covering her mouth, like she is still feeling a bit queasy from the unexpected, garlicy assault.

LOUIS: "Are you sure that you're alright?"

Juno removes her hand from her mouth and gives him a reassuring look.

JUNO: "Yes, I am fine now. Just don't think-"

She stops talking abruptly as an older, snooty-looking couple of beavers walk past them. Once they're out of sight, Juno leans in and whispers in Louis ear.

JUNO: "Just don't think about planting another big wet one before you've had a Tic Tac or something...!"

Getting reminded of this seems to irritate him, prompting a grumpy expression.

LOUIS: "Okay, okay...!"

She leans in closer, her lips very close to his ear, and whispers with a more guttural, seductive tone.

JUNO: "Not that the gesture itself wasn't romantic though..."

Louis swallows, her hot breath tickling the inside of his ear. Then all of a sudden she gives him a hard blow into it, which makes him jump. He shoots her an annoyed glare, but Juno just laughs at this.

It is then that the lead singer of the band, a cockatoo (about 35, male, dressed in a red suit with a black shirt), addresses the charity guests through his microphone.

COCKATOO SINGER: "Okay people, time to put on some charm for that significant other around your arm, cause it's about time we got our first dance of the evening started!"

The band starts to play more romantic jazz-music. It is the Japanese version of 'La vie en Rose' as originally sung by Misora Hibari. This prompts dancepartners from all over the room, young and old, to start and gather on the dancefloor in front of the plesiosaurus-fountain.

As the cockatoo begins to sing, Louis turns to Juno and extends his hand.

LOUIS: "Do you know how to do a slow dance?"

Juno smiles and takes it.

JUNO: "Doesn't everyone?"

They both walk onto the dance floor, hand in hand. They soon find a spot, and after having positioned their hands, they start their dance. There's definitely some eyes on them, as the only case of a herbivore dancing with a carnivore being present. As they slow dance to the calm and romantic music, Louis begins a few internal musings about this whole situation.

LOUIS: (Why am I doing this? I am going to marry Azumi. It is expected of me)

Louis leads Juno to him and they make a little turn.

LOUIS: (Yet I can't push Juno away... That tactic doesn't work on her)

They continue with the slow dancing, their steps following the beats of the song perfectly.

LOUIS: (No... Of course it doesn't. I can't push her away... Not when I am the one getting pulled to her)

We go from Junos happy and content face, to Louis more thoughtful face. As we zoom in on it, we see a moth manifesting in his eye.

LOUIS: (Could this be what a moth feels like when it's close to a burning candle?) ---

In Louis imagination, we see this moth flying through an all-encompassing darkness towards a lit candle.

LOUIS: (Moths are attracted to the light, to the point where if you light a candle, they will fly closer and closer they catch fire and burn to death. Why they do this is a disputed question)

The moth circles around the candle until it's wings are set aflame.

LOUIS: (Is it the beauty, the guidance of the light, or simply the danger that makes it so attracted to the flame? Or is it all three at the same time?) ---

LOUIS: (The question is, would I mind-)

We return from this daydream, where Louis and Juno performs a dip.

LOUIS: (-if she set my life on fire?)

In Louis imagination, Juno suddenly transforms into a flaming entity, like a fire-elemental. The flames from her catch onto Louis, engulfing him in fire and setting a pair of imaginary moth-wings on his back ablaze. ---

At a distance, we see Georgette and Dumas, still at their table. They follow Juno and Louis with their eyes. Dumas gives off a little humph.

DUMAS: "He does seem to dance well despite having only one leg."

Georgette on the other hand still look angry and upset, but also a little confounded.

GEORGETTE: "..." (What is she doing to him?)

She takes note of each of the expressions that Louis displays as he dances and talks to Juno. These expressions include annoyance at Juno teasing him, vulnerability as he looks down on his prosthetic leg, concern as he looks up at Juno and then, finally, a genuine smile.

GEORGETTE: (I've never seen him look like that. Annoyed, vulnerable, concerned and... Happy?)

Georgette looks softens a bit because of this.

GEORGETTE: (She managed to pull all of that out him?)

Dumas takes a sip from his own glass of whine.

DUMAS: "What do you know, that wolf-girl isn't a bad dancer herself. Go figure."

Suddenly, Georgette stands up. She has a look of determination evident in her eyes.

GEORGETTE: "You and me: We're dancing. Right now."

Dumas chokes on a bit of whine and then looks surprised by the sudden development.

DUMAS: "We are?"

GEORGETTE: "Yes. How are your dancingskills?"

DUMAS: "Uh... Fair?"

GEORGETTE: "Well then you'll have to help me out, cause I still got half the bar still in my system, and I don't want to look ridiculous. Is that something you can manage?"

Dumas blinks. Then he down his glass of whine and stands up, adjusting his tie.

DUMAS: "Well I'll be damned if I won't try."

The two walk over to the dance floor as well. ---

Meanwhile, at the another part of the dance floor, we see that Agata is dancing with his date, MINA (lioness, about 25, female, black dress and high heels, pretty but sulky-looking). Agata looks at her apologetically.

AGATA: "I swear, it's the honest truth!"

Mina replies with an icy tone.

MINA: "Right."

AGATA: "Really, she needed my help!"

MINA: "I believe you."

We can tell that she is being sarcastic. Agata shakes his head and gives off a hurt.

AGATA: "No-no, I don't believe you believe me. Your tone makes it unbelievable."

Mina rolls her eyes at this, though one can detect the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth.

MINA: "Believe it, I believe you."

Agata sighs dramatically, like someone getting his heart broken in a soap opera.

AGATA: "Unbelievable, she doesn't believe me...!"

Mina snorts.

MINA: "How many times are you going to say that? Till it loses it's meaning or what?"

AGATA: "No, just until you see how bad I feel and forgive me..."

Agata gives her a sad-kitten kind of look, looking a lot like Puss in Boots in Shrek 2 (2004). This makes Mina groan, melting her cold front completely.

MINA: "Awww...! Now you're hitting under the belt, you adorable asshole!"

AGATA: "Well that's what you're gonna get from going out with a straight-down gangsta. There is no such thing as fighting fair."

As he says this, he accidentally steps on Mina's foot.

MINA: "Ow!"

AGATA: "Ah, sorry!"

She gives him a skeptical, but still jovial, expression.

MINA: "Not much of a dancer, are you?"

AGATA: "Actually I'm a champion, except this isn't my kind of music. I swear if they hade something wilder on, I'd own this floor."

Mina gets an excited glint in her eye as Agata says this.

MINA: "Really now?"

As they pass the band, Mina makes a psst-sound to a nearby lemur with an oboe.

MINA: "Hey, guys!"

The lemur looks their way, as does a few of the other band members.

MINA: "Do you take requests?" ---

We go back to Louis and Juno, who converses while dancing.

LOUIS: "What does one do at a beach anyway?"

This appears to wake Juno from some warm thoughts, and she gives him a sporadic answer.

JUNO: "You know, the regular stuff."

Louis gives her a look, clearly relaying the message that he doesn't know what 'the regular stuff' entails. Juno quickly picks up on this and proceeds with giving him an answer.

JUNO: "Catch some sun, take a dip in the ocean, play some volleyball, hang out and relax... Guys your age usually look at pretty girls in bikinis."

Louis snorts at this.

LOUIS: "Yeah well that doesn't sound too bad."

He then looks a little self-conscious.

LOUIS: "But I can't help but to think that I'd feel a bit misplaced."

Juno gives him a patient look, like an older sibling dealing with an immature younger sibling.

JUNO: "Like me, at this place?"

Louis look a little surprised at this.

LOUIS: "That's how you feel?"

JUNO: "M-hm."

Louis leads Juno into another turn before returning to Louis arms.

JUNO: "Don't get me wrong, I am happy you invited me. I like the food, I like the grandness of it all, and above all, I like being with you. But it's not really ME you know."

As they dance past the frame, we see in the distance a few people sitting in the bar, looking at them. Some of them are the male admirers that came across Juno in the second chapter. They point at Juno and Louis and snicker; it is indicated that they aren't saying particularly nice things. A few seats away from sits Oguma, who is getting served a scotch on the rocks as he too observes his son and his dancing partner.

JUNO: "The two-facedness, the happy front and the deriding backtalk... I've discovered that I like it when people are straight with me, like you are."

Juno gives Louis a deep look.

JUNO: "You're a blunt person Louis. And this place... Well, now I'm just guessing, but it doesn't feel like a place where a blunt person would enjoy himself. That's why I figured that you would like to be with people who are used to your bluntness."

LOUIS: "... When did you become such a deep thinker?"

Juno smiles.

JUNO: "Someone recommended that I should try a bit of philosophy. I mean at first it made my head hurt, but now I'm really into it."

Louis stares at Juno tenderly.

LOUIS: "..." (So kind of like how I got into you?)

The song from the band finishes. Some clapping is heard and the dancing ceases. It is then that the cockatoo singer addresses the attendants yet again.

COCKATOO SINGER: "Okay folks, I hope that that warmed you up proper, because now, we're gonna be walking on the WILD SIDE!"

The band begins to play a familiar song: 'Wild Side' by ALI. Juno and Louis looks at the band as they begin to play.

JUNO: "That song...!"

Louis turns to Juno. There's a challenging gleam in his eye.

LOUIS: "What do you say? Are you up for a something more fast-paced?"

Juno answers this by pulling her shoal down from her shoulders and ties it around her waist.

JUNO: "Bring it on, Richie Rich." ---

We see Seymour and Tom from the first chapter together with their dates, ARLA (cow, female, 18 years old, a little bossy) and DAISY (banker horse, female, 19 years old, a bit air headed). They look excited as the catchy song begins to kick into high gear.

SEYMOUR: "It's about time they played something with some swing it."

Seymour offers his arm to Daisy.

SEYMOUR: "What do you say ladies? Shall we cut a rug?"

Tom raises his arms enthusiastically, while Arla gives him a skeptical look.

TOM: "Yeah, lets party!"

They, along with several younger guests at the charity go over to the dance floor and join in.

We see that Juno and Louis are dancing swing-style, showcasing some impressive footwork and spinning like something straight out of an old musical, their moves matching the rhythm of the song like two gloves on two hands.

And they're not the only ones, with Agata and Mina doing pretty darn well in the background; showcasing that Agata wasn't kidding when he said that this kind of music was more his thing.

Tom and Arla dance nearby too, though their dancing is kind of mismatched with the music: doing more of a robot-dance.

Seymour and Daisy dance in a very hip fashion, though because of the height-difference, Seymour's head often end in her chest (not that he seems to be complaining about it).

Georgette and Dumas is a riot to see too. Georgette dances pretty good, though her cold expressions is a stark contrast to the catchy dancing. Dumas seems to awkwardly follow Georgette's lead, having a hard time keeping up, but does otherwise seem like he is having a good time.

The dancing reaches a fever pitch as it nears it's end, with Juno and Louis finishing with a dynamic pose in front of the plesiosaur-fountain.

COCKATOO SINGER: "And that's called JAZZ!"

The song then finishes. A chorus of laughs and clapping can be heard as people stop dancing and chatter starts. Louis and Juno appears to be out of breath, both looking like they're about to keel over now that the dance is done.

LOUIS: "Whew...!"

Juno fans her face with her hand.

JUNO: "Wow... My heart is still beating so fast...!"

Louis gives off a pained little sound and bends over, holding his knee. Juno notices this.

JUNO: "Are you okay?"

Louis instantly gets up, putting on a brave face.

LOUIS: "Yes. Don't worry. The leg is just a little strained."

He looks away, scratching the back of his head. Doing this, he notices his father sitting in the bar, holding a whiskyglass and observing the two with his usual, unemotional expression. Louis stares back with a similar expression, and then raises his hand and gives a little wave.

Juno notices this and chimes in, giving Oguma a smile and a more excited wave.

Oguma's expression doesn't change, but he does raise his glass, acknowledging their gestures.

Louis then turns back to Juno.

LOUIS: "... Shall we call it a night?"

Giving Louis leg a discreet look, Juno then nods. Louis takes her arm, and the two proceed to walk off the dance floor. As they do so, they pass Georgette and Dumas. Dumas looks exhausted, wiping some sweat off his forehead. Georgette stares at him rather critically, but then breaks into a genuine smile. She doesn't notice Juno and Louis passing her, though Juno gives her a curious look as they do.

Once they get a bit of distance from the peacock and the peafowl, she turns to Louis.

JUNO: "There's something I've been wondering about all evening."

LOUIS: "Mm?"

JUNO: "When we first got here, that peafowl whispered something in your ear. What did she say?"

This question makes Louis look a little uncomfortable.

LOUIS: "It was nothing important."

JUNO: "If it wasn't, I don't see any problem with you telling me."

She says this with a slight edge. Louis bites his lip, realizing that Juno is not about to let this go unless he tells her.

LOUIS: "... She said: 'I can see why you would throw her a leg or two.'"

Juno raises her eyebrows at this. Louis quickly provides a panicky response.

LOUIS: "I tried to tell her of course that you weren't the one who ate my leg!"

Juno looks weirded out and stairs right ahead as they walk through the doorway that they came in through in the first chapter.

JUNO: "I'm not sure whether I should see that as a compliment or an insult."

Louis looks like he doesn't quite know what to make of it either. They now pass the Great Horned Owl from before, who is actually busy talking to the cockerspaniel waitress from before. They don't even notice Juno or Louis walking past them.

DOG WAITRESS: "I get off at eleven. I hope it's not too late for you..."

The horned owl smiles at her.

HORNED OWL: "I am nocturnal, so it'll be just fine."

Juno turns to look at Louis again.

JUNO: "What is her deal anyway? She seemed kind of close to you."

Louis closes his eyes and thinks back.

LOUIS: "Well close would be a bit of a stretch... You see the first time I had to go here I was like thirteen." ---

We see a flashback where the 13-year-old Louis is attending the UniFeed Charity.

LOUIS: "It was expected of me to be able to show proper etitiquette and manners, and to be able to dance with a girl if neccesary."

The young Louis look composed, though a bit of nervous sweat on his forehead suggests that it is more of an act.

LOUIS: "I had gotten plenty of practice, but I had never actually danced with someone my own age, and even worse, now everyone was about to see it. I was nervous, but I couldn't really show it."

He then spots the young Georgette, sitting at the table surrounded by her family, like in her own flashback.

LOUIS: "When I saw her, I thought it looked like it was her first time too. She looked on the outside like what I felt on the inside." ---

We then return to the present.

LOUIS: "It wasn't out of pity or anything. She just felt like the least intimidating girl to ask for a dance."

Juno looks skeptical and points a thumb back to where they came from.

JUNO: "Her? Not intimidating?"

Louis shrugs.

LOUIS: "She was quite different back then. I am not really sure what happened."

Juno smiles and gives Louis a loving look. Louis cocks an eyebrow.

LOUIS: "What is with that look?"

JUNO: "I just thought that was very sweet of you... Is that why you invited me?"

Louis gives her a deadpan look.

LOUIS: "No way, you scare the crap out of me."

Juno's eyes widen in a comical expression.

JUNO: "WHAT?!"

Louis waves this way, and he can't help but to smile in amusement at her reaction.

LOUIS: "Don't misunderstand me, it doesn't mean I'm not comfortable with you."

He looks ahead, with a little blush on his face.

LOUIS: "... You're pleasant and exciting. That's why I invited you."

Juno looks at him, accepting this answer. She grabs his hand.

JUNO: "Any other reason?"

LOUIS: "... Maybe."

Louis squeezes her hand in response, as they walk through the hotel lobby, now near to the exit.

JUNO: (Operation Good Moon Rising, phase 2...)

They leave through the doors, both of them smiling and hand in hand; their hurt hands being the ones locked together.

JUNO: (... More or less accomplished) ---

We return to Oguma, now sitting alone in the bar and taking a sip from his scotch. It is then that he is approached by his assistent, Shigure. She jumps up on the seat next to him.

SHIGURE: "Sir, I have done as you asked. As she's an active social media-user, I managed to find fairly comprehensive information about her online. For the rest I had to hack Cherryton's official website and call a few old contacts in the government, who provided me with more private information."

Oguma nods at this.

OGUMA: "Well done. Now who is this girl?"

Shigure pulls up her tablets and begins to swipe through several pages of information.

SHIGURE: "Name: Juno. Aged 17, goes to Cherryton Academy in the second year. Mostly average grades, with notably well-received activities within the drama club. She is quite popular, especially among carnivore-students. From what I can see she is one of the student's favorite choices as the school's next Beastar. At least on the carnivore-side."

Oguma listens to all of this with interest.

OGUMA: "What about her family?"

SHIGURE: "She has a single mother and three older brothers. Each child has a different father, none of which appears to have an active part in respective child's lives. The mother works at a pharmacy and has one noteworthy criminal charge, but is otherwise completely clean."

Oguma turns to look at Shigure.

OGUMA: "What is the charge?"

Shigure meets his look.

SHIGURE: "Predation, but it's strange... Apparently the victim, a camel, had a few of his fingers bit off, but decided not to press charges."

Oguma seems to process this information.

OGUMA: "Hm... Anything else?"

Shigure gives him an uncomfortable look.

SHIGURE: "Well..."

She swipes rapidly through her tablet and brings up a video file that begins to load.

SHIGURE: "I ran a photo of her face through a recognition app to see if there were any noteworthy matches on the internet. And... I found this video from the local news."

She hands her tablet over to Oguma, who looks over the video file as it begins to play. It turns out to be footage from the interview that a reporter did on Juno after a predation incident. Juno's upset face is reflected on Oguma's glasses as she says her immortal line:

JUNO: "I'm madly in love with a male deer! If If I let the risks scare me, then he'd reject me!"

THE END... FOR NOW. ---

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