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Kissing Practice 🍃💨

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto

WARNINGS✩࿐Fem!Reader giving & receiving oral, cream pie, rough fucking, fingering, choking, group sex, cursed technique usage during sex. Substance use, language, smoking, shotgunning.

Word count✩࿐11.3K

BONUS✩࿐Everyone is high out of their minds

Summary✩࿐Young Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are friends with the other female Jujitsu Sorcerer in their class. The innocent Fem!Reader gets high with both men and accidentally asks if one of them could teach her how to kiss. She ends up getting more than she bargained for.

A/N✩࿐ Here’s my playlist of inspiration✨(sorry Spotifers, I’m a YouTube Premium Girl) This was an idea I had on my mind shortly after watching the first few episodes of season 2. I didn’t plan on it being this long! I hope you enjoy it!

Sex is like a sinful pool of honey, tonight you dipped your toe in to test the waters, but you weren’t able to take your toe out. Instead, the pool of pleasure had a mind of its own and pulled you under. You couldn’t breathe, regardless you didn’t care. You were drowning in it, and your whole body was lost in pure ecstasy. You felt like you hit a revelation within yourself, who knew that sinful acts could be so exhilarating? You felt hyper-aware of your body and you felt even more in tune with yourself. Tonight you will share your soul with Suguru and Satoru, and the three of you will be forever intertwined.

“What’s up Y/n? The za too good for you?” Satoru teased with an annoying smirk, as he playfully poked your cheek. He had caught you midway through spacing out. Your mind whirled trying to muster up a good comeback, but you couldn’t respond quickly enough. “Suguru look at her, she’s completely out of it,” Gojo said to his friend humorously. Now Geto was eyeing you with amusement.

“Roll us another hun, this one’s almost done.” The black-haired man instructed as he handed you a brown paper wrap.

A few previous smoke sessions ago, Suguru admitted that he likes it when you wrap the blunts. So now it’s your job whenever you smoke with them. You don’t mind it though, you like the praise he gives you whenever you wrap a good-looking dart.

You obediently leaned forward on the edge of the couch to reach the coffee table. You began to break the large green clusters down into fine pieces. Pulling the weed nuggets apart with your sharp fingernails. You set the stems off to the side as you added small sage green crumbs to the wrap. You made sure all the little clusters were consistent in size and spaced out evenly on the paper. Even though you guys were almost done smoking the first dart, you felt incredibly buzzed.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/n?” Suguru said as the corner of his mouth tilted upward. “You’ve been quiet for a while.” His voice rang out like smooth honey.

“Mmh, nothing. I’m just high.” You mumbled to yourself without thinking, earning a chuckle from both men.

“Damn, you’re such lightweight Y/n! That’s a knee-slapper.” Satoru wheezed as he leaned over and slapped Geto’s knee aggressively. The two jostled you a bit when they hit each other. Furthermore, their rough horseplay didn’t deter you from finishing up the wrap. You carefully brought the brown rolled-up paper to your mouth and began to lick its edge from left to right. Once it was damp with your saliva you closed the blunt. Holding it delicately in place to keep its shape, it was perfectly symmetrical.

“How’d I do?” You directed your attention to Geto handing him your accomplishment. After breaking the clusters down, your fingers became a sticky crumbly mess - it would feel wasteful to wash it off. You began to lick your weed-covered fingers clean. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Gojo watching you intently as you brought your dainty fingers to your lips.

Geto eyed you briefly and then to the blunt with approval, “It looks great Y/n, you did an amazing job.”

“Yeah? You think so?” You beamed up at him; feeling warmth well up in your chest at his praise. Out of everyone you met, his words always seemed to have a great effect on you.

“Of course! You always do it perfectly. Wanna do the honors?” He gave you a sly smile as he handed it back to you. “I’ll light it, hun.” He whispered lowly.

You blushed slightly and nodded, you brought the blunt up to your lips and leaned in close to Suguru. His long slender fingers clasped the lighter and his thumb rolled over the dial, sparking a flame. As he brought the flame close to your face, you felt his left elbow lean against the couch next to your soldier. He was so close to you, that you could feel his warmth coming off of his body. You couldn’t help but notice how amazing he smelt. His scent reminded you of the warmth of fall, with a hint of something mysterious.

Once the end of the dart caught fire you inhaled and sucked on the blunt greedily as the tangy smoke filled your mouth. You swallowed the smoke down into your lungs and handed the wrap to Suguru.

Immediately, you began to cough from the rip you just took, your whole body shook as you felt your lungs twitch with irritation. You heard both men laugh at your feeble attempts to stop, but you had no luck. You felt your cheeks warm up with embarrassment as you covered your face shyly. Your whole body shuttered with each feeble cough that escaped from your lips. “S-stop *cough* laughing at me!” You croaked meekly.

“You’re such a pouty little child. How cute.” Geto chuckled, his attractive laugh echoed in your mind.

“I’m not…” you coughed once more, peaking at him through your hands and throwing your head back against the couch cushions impulsively. The music that played on the TV felt as if it was hitting you in waves. You feel high out of your mind and when you get like this, you notice words are hard to muster up.

“Not cute? Pshh, don’t be such a liar.” Satoru’s voice rang out, you felt his smooth fingers gently pry your hands away from your face to peek at you.

You shifted your attention to Gojo so your body was facing his. You felt your knees touching the side of his thigh. “Aww. So you think I’m cute?”

“Oh come on, don’t give me that shit. You’re hot and you know it. A girl with your type of looks has me confused though,” he paused taking a hit from the blunt, blowing its strong-smelling smoke in your face as you batted your pretty eyelashes up at him. “How do you not have a boyfriend yet? Is there anyone you like?” He coughed after taking that rip, it was a bit too pungent.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words. “Umm, well I can’t tell you that! If I do, it might not come true!” You giggled playfully, poking Satoru’s cheek the same way he poked yours earlier.

The icy-haired man arched a brow at you with amusement, “Not come true? Isn’t that the rule for wishing on stars?”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Suguru retorted while he French inhaled; the cloudy smoke rose from his mouth and into his nose in the most captivating manner. “So you going to tell us who this mystery guy is or what?” He teased as a strand of his inky black hair fell to the side of his face.

“I do like someone.” You admitted, now getting both men’s attention. “But I feel too embarrassed to do anything about it.”

“Oh come on, why do you have to be shy? Grow a pair and make a move! It’s easy, I’ll show you!” Satoru chuckled while bringing his face closer to yours, forcing you to look into his hazy ocean-blue eyes. You noticed how easy it was for Satoru to corner you and get you all hot and bothered by his actions. In response, you swatted him away playfully and leaned over to Suguru to take the blunt. You inhaled it, letting the smoke stay in your mouth for a brief moment before letting it exhale through your nose.

Gojo snatched the blunt from you. He inhaled from the dart and blew out three impressive smoke rings. With his cursed technique, he made the rings transform into a three-dimensional sphere. The large smoke bubble floated into the TV and popped, causing the room to get even more foggy.

“Don’t tell me it’s Nanami.” Geto croaked out mid-cough and laugh.

Satoru chuckled, “Man, can you imagine if Y/n and that strait-laced Kento got together?” Gojo addressed Suguru while stealing a glance at you.

“Yeah, she’d have to say goodbye to smoking with us, that’s for sure.” The Suguru responded, but then he shifted his attention back your way. “Why would you feel embarrassed to admit your feelings to him? What type of a guy is he?”

“Well, I’ve never been in a relationship before… and I feel like my lack of experience would be embarrassing.” You muttered bashfully while stealing the blunt back from Gojo. You wanted to avoid their eyes and look busy.

Overanalyzing yourself when you’re high is one of your weaknesses. You felt clouded out of your mind at this point, if only you were sober enough to come up with a good response. It mildly frustrated you, that the feelings you felt were too hard to verbalize. All while it felt like your body was vibing to the beat of the music, as if you were melting into the couch. It began to get hard to focus like an anchor was resting on your soul. Yet at the same time, you also felt like your state of consciousness was elevated to a higher plane of reality.

“That’s such a lame excuse.” Gojo blurted out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm, maybe it’s different for girls.” Suguru backed you up. “Some guys find innocent girls hot, I think you’ll be fine.” He winked at you when you glanced over at him. Geto lounged on the couch with his legs spread out and his palm resting on the back of his neck coolly, his warm faded gaze glued on you. The way he presented himself, spurred a random desire within yourself. The irrational thought of you climbing on top of his lap just to see his reaction, crossed your mind.

“So… how innocent are you Y/n?” Satoru eyed you with a cocky grin.

“I’ve um-“ you cut yourself off trying to focus on the correct words to use, “only ever hugged and held hands before. And that’s it.” You muttered, feeling a hot wave of mortification overcome you. You couldn’t believe you just admitted that to them!

“Oh? So you haven’t even kissed anyone?” Suguru asked nonchalantly while his narrowed gaze was fixated on you.

“No, would one of you like to teach me?” You blurted out jokingly, then immediately regretted it. You panicked in your clouded state, normal people don’t joke like that with their friends! How embarrassing, they’re going to turn you down and how will you ever recover? You practically just dug yourself your own grave.

“Yes.”

Both of the men say in union and for a split second, they exchange an irritated glare towards each other.

To your bewilderment, you couldn’t believe that both would like to kiss you. The alarm you felt earlier was immediately replaced with the thrilling feeling of fireworks going off in your brain.

“So which one of us would you want to teach you? I could give you a personal lesson right now Y/n.” Gojo’s seductive voice drew you in as you felt his hot fingertips lightly graze over your left arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I-I can’t choose between you two.” You stammered nervously, “Do you think you both could teach me?” You asked, not wanting to hurt either of their feelings.

“At the same time?” Gojo inquired curiously.

“Right now?” Getou asked with a hint of excitement.

You could feel both of the men’s eyes burning holes in you. You noticed they were both sandwiching you on the couch, when did they close in on you? “I’m down to learn right now.” Your mousy voice broke the thick silence in the smoke-filled room.

In a frantic whirl, both men had you situated above one of their thighs. Suguru and Satoru sat side by side so their shoulders touched. You straddled Getou’s left leg and Gojo’s right. The look of anticipation on your face did little to hide your excitement yet overwhelming nervousness.

“Let’s start with something easy hun.” Suguru stated as he eyed you with desire, “I’m going to shotgun smoke into your mouth. You don’t have to worry about kissing yet. Just get used to the feeling of my lips.”

“Aww no fun, I just wanted to dive right in and make out with her,” Satoru whined playfully while turning the volume up on the TV. His blatant interest in you caused you to look down with an adorable blush on your face. “Damn, no need to be so bashful Y/n, you have nothing to worry about,” Gojo responded, reaching up to rest his left hand on your hip. His thumb rubbed comforting circles on you. The bold action stirred up an unfamiliar sensation in your stomach.

“When I press my lips against yours, inhale. Geto instructed while bringing the dart up to his lips. You naturally held your breath with the fluttering sensation of butterflies clouding your emotions.

Suguru’s hooded dark amber eyes glinted toward yours as he gingerly brought your chin closer to his. This was your first kiss and you wanted to memorize everything about it. In your smokey state of consciousness, you felt as if this moment was going in slow motion. As his face got closer to yours he closed his eyes, and you instinctively did the same. His smooth lips ghosted over yours which caused sparks to fly inside of your mind. You parted your lips while he opened his mouth to blow the harsh smoke into yours. You naturally inhaled just like you were supposed to. His lips softly brushed against yours, he delicately kissed your plump lower lip and pulled away. A subtle smile danced across his handsome features, as thin wisps of smoke slithered upward between your faces.

You felt as if your heart was beating a million miles per minute, Suguru handed you the blunt; purposely grazing his fingers against yours in the process. “Now do what I just did to Satoru.”

You brought the blunt up to your lips, inhaled, and held the smoke in your mouth as you shifted your weight onto Gojo’s lap. You gripped his broad shoulders for balance. In return, his hand that was on your hip snaked its way to your lower back, pulling you into him possessively. A surprised gasp came out of you as a sliver of smoke escaped from your lips. Satoru gave a hazed smirk at how easily he could fluster you. He leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against yours. You parted your lips to blow the foggy smoke into his awaiting mouth. You felt him suck the air out of your lungs, causing you to battle him for oxygen. You mustered up the courage to kiss him the way Suguru kissed you. Timidly, you kissed his upper lip as he greedily sucked your lower. You felt his molten tongue barge into your mouth and glide across your tongue. Feeling his tongue for the first time spurred a primal arousal deep inside of you. Not only was your head buzzing, but your lower region buzzed with excitement as well.

Gojo pulled away from your mouth as a small strand of saliva broke that connected your lips. With his free hand, he brought his thumb up to your lower lip to wipe off the little bit of drool. He kept his hot gaze on your lips for a brief moment before you felt Geto’s comforting hand guide your slim waist over to him.

“You’ll kiss her again Satoru. But right now it’s my turn.” Suguru spoke out huskily. He took the blunt from you to take a quick puff before handing it over to Satoru. With his tender grip on your waist, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. The strong-smelling smoke entered your mouth once more. Your mouth watered at its taste as you sucked it in. This time you made sure to kiss Suguru back while he moved his lips against yours expertly. You hesitantly brought one of your hands to the back of his head and gently tangled your slim fingers in his black cascading locks. As soon as you did that, you felt his hand on your hip glide down to your thigh. He squeezed your plump skin lightly, causing a muffled mewl of surprise to get swallowed by his lips.

The way he kissed you was a little different compared to Gojo’s style. Suguru seemed to focus on sucking and biting. While Satoru was playful and liked to utilize his tongue. You copied the way Geto moved his lips against yours; you alternated between nibbling and sucking his lips gently. You felt a rhythm form between you two the longer you kissed him. You memorized the feeling of his smooth lips and sharp teeth against your lips. You felt a bit more confident in the way you kissed Suguru, so you pulled away with a mischievous smile. You leaned over to kiss Satoru, who was watching you two intensely.

He immediately darted his tongue into your mouth and you greeted it with your own. His tongue wrestled yours for dominance and he easily overpowered you. You mirrored the way Gojo kissed you by using his style against him, which fired him up even more. He felt a bit more desperate with his kisses, while Suguru seemed to be slightly possessive. Being this close to Satoru made you realize how much you desired his scent, he smelt fresh and clean like a summer’s breeze next to a waterfall. You felt Geto lean in close to the two of you and latched his hot mouth onto your exposed neck. A muffled gasp of pleasure escaped from your lips and into Gojo’s mouth.

“Got tired of watching?” Mumbled Satoru cockily as his lips danced across yours for another hot kiss. No one has ever done that to your neck before. Suguru gently smooched your tender skin which caused chills of excitement to run across your body. His molten mouth felt so sensual on your sensitive neck. You suddenly felt so needy, and in your buzzed state, you decided to follow your instincts. You reached up to grab a hold of Getou’s broad shoulder, pulling him closer to you. All while you kissed Gojo, you made sure to tangle your free hand in his white hair. It felt like your body and your energy were colliding and entangling itself with theirs. You were able to sense their intense desire and excitement towards you, which felt like overpowering waves.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Suguru pulled away from your neck. He gently guided your face away from Satoru’s so he could steal some kisses from you. His mouth gently nibbled yours as he moved his lips against yours passionately. Gojo didn’t take it lightly when his dark-haired friend stole you from his grasp. So in return, he leaned forward and began to roughly kiss and suck on your neck. Knowing that he’d leave a few angry red marks. The hand Satoru had on your lower back, snaked its way to the inside part of your upper thigh. The feeling of his hand between your legs activated a wanton desire inside of you. Gojo delicately traced his fingers along your thigh, all the way down to your knee and then up, dangerously close to your center. He tested the waters and snuck his fingers underneath your skirt this time. His hand slid upward to the hem of your underwear but then darted lower to grip your leg firmly. This bold gesture caused your center to fire up with excitement. Suguru picked up on what his friend was doing to you so he brought his hand underneath your skirt too, but higher up of course. He rubbed his thumb in soft circles on your squishy thigh.

Gojo then pulled away from your neck to steal you back from Suguru. In return, Geto gently kissed your neck while he stroked the inside part of your thigh. You moved your mouth against Gojo’s with a sense of urgency now, you wanted them to touch you more. With two mouths working on you, you felt overwhelmed with sensations. Everything felt amplified, because of how high you were. It felt as if you were hyper-aware of every little touch and caress each man did to you. You didn’t want to ask them to take it further, so in your blurred state of consciousness, you felt bold enough to make a move. You hesitantly brought your hand down to Suguru’s firm thigh as you feverishly made out with Gojo. You slowly traced your fingers higher up his leg until you felt a firm bulge in his pants. A sudden wave of nervousness washed over you causing you to freeze.

“Tch, no need to be so nervous Y/n…” Geto purred, he kissed a trail up your neck and whispered in your ear, “I can show you how to touch it if you want.”

“Show me.” You whimpered into Satoru’s mouth as you felt Suguru’s hand caress the top of yours. He guided your hand along his clothed shaft, he felt so hard and girthy. He controlled your hand with a bit more pressure. You heard him inhale sharply as your dainty hand rubbed his length. While you persistently stroked Geto’s growing dick, your mouth battled for dominance against Gojo’s. He wiggled his tongue into your mouth with immeasurable desire. It felt as if the room was on fire with passion, your clothes suddenly felt so restricting. Suguru’s pants seemed to get tighter the more you rubbed on him.

Geto greedily stole your mouth off of Satoru’s to kiss you excitedly. Gojo placed feather-like kisses on your neck and exposed collarbone, and you felt his hand inch it's way higher up your skirt. You sensed Satoru’s hot fingers lightly prodding your pussy lips from the outside of your underwear. The pleasurable sensations drove you wild, you could feel your panties dampen tremendously.

Your curious fingers traced the outline of Suguru’s cock and you were able to feel his bulge twitch when you neared his tip. “Fuck.” Geto hissed out in satisfaction.

“I want to do so much more to her Suguru…” Gojo groaned while giving your neck a heated and sloppy kiss.

“Y/n’s pretty innocent. We don’t want to spoil her if she has her heart set on another guy,” Geto mumbled against your lips.

Gojo hooked his finger into your panties, his finger glided over your slick folds in the process. “Mmh, Satoru!” You moaned quietly as he dipped the tip of his finger into your tight wet hole.

“You’d rather have the guy you like do these things to you, hun, wouldn’t you?” You felt him tug at your lace underwear with his reddish lust-filled eyes. “I don’t think I could hold myself back if we continue. Do you want us to take things further?”

You studied the flirtatious look on Satoru’s face for a brief moment, as you gathered your thoughts. You weren’t sober enough to think this over the way you would’ve liked, but the thought of experiencing more intimate pleasure with these two excited you. Without meaning to; you lightly squeezed Geto’s penis, causing his alluring dark eyes to light up as he flashed you a killer smirk. You felt Satoru’s fingertips sweetly stroke your pussy lips and a small needy whimper escaped your lips. “I-mmh.” Another sweet moan interrupted your sentence when you felt his finger gently rub over your clit.

You looked over at Geto whose dark eyes had a mischievous glint in them. “What is it dear?” Suguru teased with a sly smile on his handsome face.

“I want- ahh.” This time Satoru pressed on your clit with a bit more pressure, causing sparks of ecstasy to bubble up inside of you for a split second. Both Geto and Gojo were extremely turned on by your sexy little sighs and gasps of delight. They both wanted to make you feel good. Yet, the greedier side of their personalities wanted to claim you as theirs and deflower you, before you ended up with the guy you liked.

You removed your hand from Suguru’s bulge and ghosted your fingers over the button on his pants, you looked up at him for permission. “Teach me how to be a good girlfriend-“ You got cut off with a feverish kiss from Suguru, and you felt his hand grip your ass firmly. You pulled away to finish your sentence, but when you did Gojo sneakily pressed his lips onto yours, as his fingers teased your dampening pussy lips. “Don’t hold back.” You said almost innocently with a sweet smile on your pretty face.

“If that’s what you want, then unbutton our pants dear,” Suguru instructed, while bringing the blunt up to his lips.

“Fuck.” Satoru growled as he leaned forward to give you a heated kiss, he deliberately grabbed your hands and led them down to the tent in his pants. “Unbutton mine first.” He murmured urgently into your mouth. Excitement rose inside of you. You obediently did what he ordered and your nimble fingers worked at freeing his dick from its confines. Once his zipper went down, the bulge in his boxers seemed to grow even more. Like a delightful present just for you. You felt the heat coming off of his hidden shaft. You looked up to see Gojo giving you a buzzed smile with the blunt in between his lips. “Go on, take it out to play.” His blue eyes looked at you with a burning passion in the dark hotboxed room.

Without thinking you lowered his gray boxers down to see his large and lengthy dick spring free. Your mouth instinctively watered at the sight of his delicious-looking cock. Even though it looked heavy, it surprised you with how it stood up on its own. Before you could reach out and touch it, Geto guided your hands over to his crotch. You knew what he wanted and undid his restraints as well. Within seconds his elongated dick stood up proudly like Gojo’s. Both men’s cocks were quite similar in length, but Suguru’s leaned a little to the left and Satoru’s to the right.

It looked like both of their horny rods were pointed toward you. They wanted you just as bad as you wanted them. You softly placed your left hand on Geto’s dick and your right hand on Gojo’s. Their smooth girths felt hot to the touch, both men naturally bucked their hips into your soft hands. This entire situation felt completely taboo and that turned you on tremendously. Your curious hands examined each man's shaft. Your fingertips felt every vein on their velvety dicks. It intrigued you when they would occasionally twitch in your hands.

Satoru put his hand over yours and pumped your smaller hand at a quick pace. “Can you keep this up, babe?” You got the idea and nodded when he removed his hand from yours. You jerked off each man in union. You loved how they would quietly groan to themselves in pleasure while you jacked them. Both men watched you with delight, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Gojo handing the blunt over to Geto.

You suddenly felt a small amount of hot slick wetness drip down onto your right hand. Satoru’s tip had leaked a bit of precum. You wiped your thumb over the head of his dick to watch more clear liquid ooze out. You looked over to Suguru’s tip, to see that he had a small droplet of milky white cum rolling down the side of his penis too.

“Get on your knees.” Geto’s smooth voice interrupted your ogling, so you did what you were told. Now that you were at eye level with both men’s rods, it made you realize how much larger they actually were. “Lick my tip, sweetheart,” Suguru instructed while inhaling on the blunt. He blew the delicious-smelling smoke down onto you, as you brought your face closer to his upright cock.

His dick practically loomed over your face with its impressive length. You made sure to keep pumping Gojo’s length as you brought your pert lips to Suguru’s clean-scented shaft. Your mouth water with anticipation. You brought your heated gaze to Geto’s, while your molten tongue gingerly licked his tip.

Geto hissed out in pleasure when he felt your slick tongue glide across the head of his cock. Pride welled up in his chest knowing that his dick is the first one you put your mouth on.

Once your tongue came in contact with his precum the taste reminded you of tears. You licked his entire tip and worked your way lower down, so he was coated in your drool. His shiny penis reflected the light that came off of the tv in the dark smoke-filled room. You were about to put him inside of your mouth when Satoru guided your head over to his needy dick.

“Suck me.” Satoru hummed softly while affectionately tangling his fingers in your hair. You lowered your mouth down to the tip of his hot cock. You made sure to pump Geto in your left hand, he was so slippery from your saliva. Jerking him off was effortless and you were able to glide your hand along his shaft quickly. You gently beckoned Satoru into your mouth with your sultry tongue. You were able to feel his dick throb against the roof of your mouth. You naturally wanted to make Satoru feel good, and you forced yourself to take him towards the back of your throat. Panic set in quickly when it became hard to breathe. Your throat instinctively squeezed the head of Gojo’s cock as you gagged on him.

“Easy babe…” Satoru groaned out sexily, vigorously enjoying your enthusiasm, “You don’t have to choke yourself. Take your time getting used to having a dick in your mouth.” He purred, just his voice alone made you dampen in your underwear.

You moved your mouth higher up his dick to focus on sucking his tip. You swirled your tongue around him curiously, he let out a pleasured exhale. “Mmh… yeah. Do that again.” He muttered as his brilliant blue eyes looked down at you with heated ratification. Suguru handed him the blunt and Satoru drew a greedy breath from the slowly shrinking dart. You swiveled your tongue around his sensitive tip while maintaining eye contact with him. Smoke flared from his nose as the tip of his tongue grazed over his top row of teeth with satisfaction.

You mustered up a bit more courage to take more of him into your mouth. This time you tried to calm your breathing as you alternated between sucking and moving your tongue along his shaft. He was much too big to fit in your mouth entirely, so you placed your right hand on the base of his shaft. “Can you move your head up and down Y/n?” Satoru instructed. You obliged, as you bobbed your head on his girthy cock. You found it easier to get used to having him deep in your throat with your quick movements.

With more confidence in having a dick in your mouth, you switched over to Geto’s erect cock. You licked his tip lovingly before engulfing him in your wet mouth. Suguru relished in the slick warmth your mouth provided. You sucked his tip and slowly worked your way down to his base. Feeling him that deep in your throat caused you to gag slightly, this was a tough feeling that you would have to get used to. You pushed the choking feeling aside, you wanted to make Geto feel good too. You held him there for a brief moment while he sweetly tangled his fingers in your hair.

“You’re doing so good, keep it up.” He cooed huskily; you felt your eyes well up with tears from the mild suffocation. Suguru couldn’t help but admire the way you looked as you struggled to have him in your throat. You felt his penis pulse inside of you, causing you to make a small muffled cough. Your time on his dick was cut short, “I think it’s time we advance this lesson a bit further.” He groaned out in pleasure as you sucked him like a straw. He reluctantly moved you off of his dick.

“Get undressed for us?” Satoru purred, his statement was more of an order than a suggestion.

You stood in front of both men as you unbuttoned your blouse. You could feel their eyes watching you intensely. Once you slipped your shirt off, you let your skirt pool down to your feet. There you were; standing before Gojo and Geto partially naked, yet entirely aroused. They admired your sexy bra and skimpy underwear. Your body looked so appetizing for the men, you felt like a rabbit on display for a pair of starved wolves.

With Gojo’s six eyes, he could sense how wet you already were. Suddenly, you became weightless and floated in the air. A surprised squeak escaped your lips, as you tried to comprehend what was happening. You felt your body direct itself without command and positioned above Gojo’s lap. A dashing smirk flashed across his face and within seconds he expertly pushed your panties to the side and placed his slippery dick against your entrance.

“Is this what you want?” He teased with a cocky laugh.

Feeling his dick against your needy opening sent waves of excitement rushing through your veins. You felt Gojo’s technique release and gravity pulled you down further onto his hot and ready dick. The tip had barely inserted itself into you causing discomfort at the stretch. Your knees dug into the couch on either side of him, and you hovered above him to prevent more of his meaty cock to penetrate you.

Geto picked up on your displeasure, “Slow down Satoru, she’s a virgin. Perhaps we should prepare her a bit more thoroughly.”

“Mmh, don’t be such a wet blanket Suguru. I was only teasing her.” Gojo chimed as he pushed his pelvis upwards, forcing about an inch of his dick to invade you.

“Ahh!” You whined at the stinging ache between your legs. Even though the pain was prominent, you couldn’t help but get aroused at such a close feeling with Satoru.

Gojo’s blue eyes began to glow, indicating his technique was at play. Your body floated off of his lap and upward. Your legs spread apart without your control, your left leg rested on Geto’s right shoulder and your right leg went over Gojo’s left. You felt your cheeks heat up in this vulnerable position.

Now both men were between your legs with a lustful look in their faded eyes. You could feel your pussy buzz with excitement. Suguru took the initiative and slid your panties to the side; exposing your pretty pink pussy. Your lips are slick with arousal, causing both men’s mouths to water. They couldn’t wait to try a taste. “Is it ok if we touch you down here?” Suguru hummed as he ghosted his index finger across your folds. Earning a needy sound to come from the back of your throat.

You nodded desperately, “please.”

Geto maintained his focused gaze on your red-hot cunt. He faintly traced the folds of your slippery lips with his pointer and index fingers. Gojo brought his hand to the inside of your thigh and lightly massaged the sensitive crook between your legs. His skilled fingers rubbing your crease, made you realize how sensitive you were there. You unintentionally squirmed underneath his hand. Small whimpers of delight escaped your lips when he massaged a bit deeper into your thigh. All while Suguru’s ghostly touches drove you up a wall, you wanted him to touch you so much more.

The burning passion these two men made you feel, felt incredibly intense. In your buzzed state, every touch they did to you felt amazing. Even though the teasing only just began you couldn’t stand it. Your entire body craved for more. As if Geto could hear your thoughts he lowered his mouth down onto your pussy. Before he came in contact with you, his dark eyes met yours, “You want me to eat you?” You felt his hot breath waft over your sensitive core.

“Mmh-hmm.” You mewed with excitement, the anticipation burned you up.

With his warm gaze fixated on yours, you saw the corner of his mouth tilt upward, “I’ll eat you only with one condition.” Suguru paused, almost drooling over your appetizing snack. “Who’s this guy you like?”

You felt your face heat up, “why do you wanna know-ahh!” Suguru slid his hot tongue up your pussy causing a delectable sensation to overcome your train of thought.

“Sorry couldn’t help myself,” Geto gave a mischievous smirk as he pulled a couple of inches away from your desperate cunt. “I only ask, because what Satoru and I are about to do to you… will cause you to lose interest in any other man you thought you liked.” Suguru stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Do you think you’ll still like him, after this?” Gojo asked while snaking his hand to your ass, gently squeezing your squishy flesh.

Their words slightly confused you. The way Geto phrased his statement and how Gojo asked that question; you couldn’t help but think that they might have deeper feelings for you. Otherwise, why worry about what you feel and who you like? You suddenly realized what tremendous power you had over them. “Mmh, I’ll tell you later.” You looked down at the men between your legs with a newfound confidence you didn’t know you had. “Also can you pass the blunt?” You flashed them a heart-stopping smile, rendering both Satoru and Suguru speechless.

“Here babe,” Satoru floated the blunt up to your lips with a tempting look in his hooded eyes. You inhaled as the smoke-filled your senses. Once you exhaled, the blunt sailed back down to Satoru’s lips. It was all so clear now, you felt like a queen atop her throne, looking down at her peasants. You felt it in your soul that both Gojo and Geto had deeper intentions for you, and the thought of that made your ego skyrocket.

With that being said, Suguru leaned forward and plunged his sneaky tongue inside of you. Pleasure shook you to your core and you instinctively clenched around him. He twirled his tongue around inside of you as his nose brushed against your clit deliciously. He retracted his tongue and smooched your clit hungrily, gently sucking and swiveling around your delicate bud in the process. His hot mouth drove you wild and amazing pleasure clouded your senses.

Satoru grew impatient even though Suguru had just started to devour you. Therefore, he leaned forward and began to kiss and suck on the inside parts of your thighs. While his kisses trailed up and down your leg, you felt his hand roughly fondle your ass.

Suguru focused on pleasuring your clit, he sweetly sucked on your sensitive bundle of nerves, which made you writhe around in delight. Small cute gasps escaped your lips while he snacked on you. You felt one of his long fingers gently prod your damp opening. Geto felt his dick rage upwards upon feeling your wet readiness.

“Can I finger you?” Suguru asked you sweetly. You looked down to see his handsome face at your core. The way his dark narrowed eyes locked with yours, and how his long hair messily fell in front of his face. Made you feel incredibly needy between your legs. It’s as if he had some sort of enchantment over you.

“Yes, but be gentle.” You blushed shyly while enjoying the way Gojo was massaging your plump ass cheeks. Satoru gave you a devilish sneer while he snaked the hand that was on your ass to your upper back. He expertly undid your bra with one hand, and your tits bounced free. Both Gojo and Geto eyed your breasts as if they were the most wondrous things they’d ever laid their eyes on.

Suguru then rested his mouth back onto your clit as he gingerly inserted the tip of his index finger inside of you. He went in ever so slowly until he was knuckles deep. Despite trying to relax, you couldn’t help but tense up at the stretch inside of you.

“It’s ok baby…” Suguru mumbled onto your clit, the vibrations from his voice felt scrumptious on your cunt. “Just relax. It’ll feel better soon.” He cooed as he gradually slid his finger out of you and it felt you could breathe again. But the time of having his finger out of you was short-lived when he stuck it back in lazily. This time the pain wasn’t as prominent, it helped that Geto was softly sucking your clit in the process.

Suguru knew that he’d have to prepare you thoroughly until the time came for you to take his and Satoru’s dick. The way your walls clenched around his finger, made his cock leak more precum down his shaft. He made sure to be extra careful with your virgin pussy when he started to pump his index finger into you at a quicker pace. As his plunging finger increased in speed you couldn’t help but feel excited. The ache of pain was still there, but you were able to move past that point. Now the natural sensation of pleasure was becoming more prominent.

“How does it feel?” Geto asked while giving your pussy sloppy kisses.

“It feels better.” You sighed, now being able to relax onto his mouth and hand a bit more easily.

“Good. Satoru, care to join me?” Suguru asked while taking his mouth off of your core, his lips were shiny from the mixture of your arousal and his saliva. Gojo perked his head up from off your thighs, you glanced down to see the masterpiece of hickeys he left on your thigh.

Satoru brought his right hand up to your face, “Suck ‘em.” He ordered and you obediently obliged. His pointer and index fingers invaded your mouth. You greeted his digits with your tongue as you sucked them off graciously. He playfully lodged his fingers down your throat, and to your surprise, you took them without a problem. Earning a pleased smile from the white-haired man. Once his fingers were well coated with your saliva, he removed them from your mouth. He placed his index finger at your entrance, right next to Geto’s.

“Ready?” Suguru asked you with a genuine smile.

You nodded anxiously, and with that, both men simultaneously inserted their pointer fingers inside of you. The stretch was more noticeable than Suguru’s single finger, which caused slight unpleasantness. However, the pain vanished once you started to focus on the erotic feeling have having both men finger you. You leaned back in the air to get more comfortable. You felt yourself saturate onto their pumping fingers, the extra lubricant helped them set into a faster rhythm. Small sighs of satisfaction escaped from your mouth once they sped up.

“Shit, she’s so wet.” Groaned Satoru as he shoved his finger into you extra deep, earning a sultry whine to come from you.

“Mmm, you like it when it goes deep?” Gojo muttered while deliberately pumping his finger into you while Geto pulled his finger out. This new sensation of their fingers repeatedly plowing into you, made you clench around them needily.

Geto’s finger in. Gojo’s finger out. Gojo’s finger in. Geto’s finger out. This rhythmic pattern collided into your core forcefully. You felt entirely euphoric at the overwhelming pleasure.

You felt Suguru’s free hand reach up to lightly caress your breasts. His fingers focused on your erect nipples as he teased and played with them. Satoru brought up his other hand to stroke your clit. He rubbed it around in little circles, causing you to become an overstimulated mewling mess. Having both men worship you felt incredibly sensual. Even though experiencing pleasure with more than one person is considered taboo, this entire situation felt entirely perfect.

“I need to taste her,” Gojo grunted as he removed his hands from your privates. Suguru leaned over to kiss your thigh, giving his friend a chance to eat you. Gojo didn’t pass up on the opportunity and dove right into you. He hungrily snacked on your dripping cunt, you felt his tongue slither along your lips. You tasted heavenly to him, he slurped up your wet arousal. He had a wicked tongue and plunged it into you at an incredibly fast speed. He flicked his tongue up inside of you, which caused more sparks of electricity to run through your veins. “Oh! Satoru!” You whimpered out. What had he just done?

You felt him smile cockily against your privates, “you like that?” He mumbled while keeping his blue glowing eyes locked with yours.

“Mhh-hmm.” You affirmed nodding your head. He zapped his tongue over that spot inside of you briefly, but then he teasingly pulled away. Earning an annoyed glare from you. “Keep going.” You whined, giving him your best pleading look.

“Oh?” Gojo hummed, as he gave your slippery cunt a ravishing kiss. “I think I want to hear you moan my name a couple more times before I do.”

“You’re arrogant Satoru.” Geto chided while leaving loving hickeys on your left thigh, mirroring Gojo’s.

“Shut the fuck up, and don’t be jealous when Y/n cums on my face instead of yours.” Satoru snarked as he plunged his tongue back into your pussy. He scooped his tongue inside of you, loving the way you’d squirm under his mouth.

“Mmh-Satoru…” You moaned when you felt him reach that delectable spot inside of you. He used a bit more force, which roused more pleasure within your core. “Gojo, please-“ he pounded his tongue against your G-spot relentlessly. You instinctively tried to close your thighs together, but both men between your legs prevented that. You had no idea that having Gojo eat you would feel so… incredible. Like a flash of lightning, you felt yourself release onto Satoru’s greedy tongue. He drank you enthusiastically while stroking his lengthy rod.

Suguru forcefully moved Satoru away from your core so he could steal a taste of your delicious nectar. His hot and skilled tongue easily slipped into your cunt. He slurped what was left of you and then he grabbed your waist and pulled you down into his lap.

“I can’t take it anymore, I need to be in her now.” Growled Suguru, as he positioned your petite body down to his raging dick.

Your body rejected his actions and hovered over to Satoru’s lap, “Who decided that you’d take her virginity? I want to.” Gojo retorted with an arched brow, as his iridescent eyes glowed blue. He possessively wrapped his arms around you.

Geto directed his attention towards you and gave you a heated kiss. “You want me to do it? Or him?” You could taste yourself on his lips.

Due to how buzzed and turned on you were, it honestly didn’t matter who did the deed at this point. “Someone just fuck me now. Flip a damn coin if you guys want.” Your soft voice spoke out in the steamy hotboxed room.

“Good idea.” Satoru purred, as he dug in his pocket to pull out a shiny silver coin. “If it’s heads I get to take her virginity, but you get to finish in her. If it’s tails you take her virginity and I get to cum in her.” Gojo exclaimed, then handing the coin over to you. “Care to do the honors babe?” He gently nibbled on the crook of your neck, earning delightful shivers to crawl up your spine.

You took the coin from Satoru’s large palm and flicked it with your thumb. It shot into the air vertically and you caught it with your right hand. You opened your palm to reveal, heads.

Satoru gave your waist a celebratory squeeze, “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t get carried away Satoru,” Geto advised, rolling his eyes with a wry smile. He decided to prepare himself another blunt since he wouldn’t be enjoying you at the moment.

Gojo knew exactly what position he wanted you to be in when you took his dick for the first time. He shimmied his pants and boxers off, while simultaneously taking his shirt off. You felt his skilled hands then pull your wet underwear off and down your legs. He turned you around in his lap so you straddled him, like the way he had you before. You couldn’t help but admire his lean and toned body. You felt him rub the head of his cock against your slick entrance. However, instead of shoving it in like you were anticipating, he crashed his lips against yours feverishly. You kissed him back eagerly and held onto his broad shoulders for balance. His tongue tangled with yours passionately, all while you felt him slowly inch the head of his dick inside of you. This time it wasn’t as painful, probably because you got fingered thoroughly.

Excitement overcame your senses while the two of you made out, your needy little pussy wanted to feel more of Gojo’s long rod. Therefore, you lowered yourself a bit further down onto his sprung dick. Satoru gasped with surprise when you took the initiative, he was exceptionally pleased, to say the least. You felt his infamous smile against your lips as his left hand gripped your plump ass firmly. He was about two inches inside of you. Now you were able to feel the slight sting of being stretched. You pushed the feeling aside and felt confident enough to take more. Your breath hitched, and it felt like the room was getting hotter. You glanced over at Geto who eyed you seductively with the blunt between his lips. He was watching you two with a lustful expression as he lazily jacked himself.

“Anxious aren’t we?” Gojo hummed, enjoying the snug squeeze that surrounded the upper part of his cock. With his other hand, he gripped your waist a bit more securely and forcefully brought the rest of his length inside of you. Pain struck you like a slap to the face, he was much too big for you. You tried to cry out in discomfort but no sound came out. As a reaction to the strain, you dug your nails into his shoulders. Knowing you’ll leave little crescent marks behind.

“She’s so fucking tight.” Satoru hissed out in pleasure, fully relishing in your comforting tightness. His lips collided with yours, he made sure to not move in you just yet. He brought his face over to your ear and whispered, “How are you holding up? Does it hurt?” He said almost tauntingly, his shimmering blue eyes looked at you friskily.

“You’re too big.” You mewled pathetically; as soon as those words left your mouth you felt his dick twitch up inside you. Earning a small whimper to come from your throat.

“Oh, dear. Regretting the consequences of your actions? Want me to stop?” He cooed with fake sympathy while giving your neck some love bites.

Your cheeks blushed, “N-no…” You murmured, “I want to go through with this.”

“Good girl.” Satoru hummed in the crook of your neck. He then pulled away to study the desperate look on your face. “No need to be insecure, you just need a little time to… adjust.” He lifted your waist so his cock exited your body. The second his shaft was out of you, you felt so empty. He then brought you back down onto his dick swiftly, filling you up completely.

This time you let out a pain and pleasure mixed moan. Gojo repeated the action to you again, you noticed he entered your pussy much easier this time. He set into a rhythm of pulling out entirely, and then sliding back into you. Each thrust was more pleasurable than the last, you felt yourself instinctually moisten around his intruding cock.

“Mmh, you’re getting so wet for me.” Satoru groaned softly, “I bet you couldn’t get this wet for the guy you like.” Gojo sneered while bullying his rod inside of you with a bit more force. This time you both moaned out in delight.

“Why should it matter if I like another guy? I’m having sex with you aren’t I?” You retorted breathlessly with slight annoyance.

“Oh, so should I feel honored that you’re letting me dick you down? Must mean you like me or something.” Satoru grinned at you cockily with a playful glint in his eyes.

You blushed, “What, no...” You gasped and tried to look away shyly. In response, Satoru gripped your throat roughly and angled your jaw so you looked at him. When he wrapped his hand around your neck, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. Your pussy subconsciously squeezed his dick inside of you.

Satoru felt that and smirked at you knowingly through his clouded gaze, “What’s his name?” Without warning, picked up the pace and began to rapidly bounce you onto his elongated dick. He watched the look on your face change into one of pure bliss as he fucked you ruthlessly. “Is it me?” His cock ramming into you persistently made it hard for you to focus. “Or Suguru?”

“N-no. I don’t want to tell you. Mmh… Satoru!” Having him fuck you so vigorously made you go dumb with pleasure.

“Tell me.” Gojo eyed you, while he shoved his length into your wet heat. Loud moans escaped your lips as his heavenly dick claimed your pussy.

“Mmh! So good….” Was all you could muster up, while he pounded you with ease.

“Tell me,” Satoru repeated himself with a hint of strain in his voice. The grip he had on your throat tightened as he bounced you on his shaft with impressive speed.

“Yes! Keep… going.” You whined out wantonly, you could feel your walls clench around his rod with appreciation.

“Only if you tell me,” Gojo grunted, his pumping dick became erratic as he chased after his sick pleasure. The thought of fucking you in front of his friend boosted his ego tenfold. He was in love with your sexy moans. Especially the way your slick and tight pussy felt, you took his dick so perfectly. He didn’t care if he made it obvious that he had deeper feelings for you. He knew if he fucked you good enough, you’d have no choice but fall for him. He’ll make you forget that other guy you liked.

The incredible ecstasy Satoru made you feel caused uncontrollable tears of desire to spill from your eyes. Never in your life have you felt such amazing euphoria. You could feel your release boiling to the surface.

“You cryin’?” Satoru mocked, while he relentlessly hammered his elongated dick up inside of you. “So it must be me then, huh?” He grunted with a smug look on his face. His white hair fell messily in his reddened eyes. Knowing that he had you crying because of his cock made pride well up in his chest.

All you could do in response was shake your head ‘no’. You didn’t want Satoru to know the truth, especially if he got it out of you in such a lewd manner. When you planned on confronting your feelings, you didn’t expect the truth to come out through a brutal fucking.

“Perhaps let me have a try? I think I can get the truth out of her.” Suguru spoke out, reminding you that he was still watching the both of you.

“Go ahead. I’m about to cum anyways.” Gojo traded you for the blunt that was in Geto’s fingers. He floated you off of his glorious dick without hesitation and directed your body over to Geto. You immediately missed the way Satoru was fucking you, but you were also looking forward to having Suguru inside of you.

Suguru reached up to embrace you on his lap sweetly. You noticed that he was still fully clothed. You hastily tugged at the hem of his shirt. He got the idea and popped his top off with a dashing smirk. You couldn’t help but blatantly admire his muscular physique.

Speaking your thoughts a quiet “fuck me.” Came from under your breath.

Geto was also cherishing your small naked body hovering over his, “You’re so impatient.” He eyed you while the corner of his mouth tilted upward. “If that’s what you want-” Suguru then lunged forward with you scooped up in his arms. He swiftly laid you down on the couch and situated himself between your thighs. “Then that’s what you’ll get.” Without warning he shoved his long and eager cock inside of your hot cunt.

The overwhelming feeling of being filled up made you arch your back in delight. “Oh! Yes!” You cried out in satisfaction.

Suguru groaned softly in your ear, you felt so slick and inviting for him. “You feel amazing.” He then gave the shell of your ear a tantalizing kiss.

Due to how saturated and horny you were, Geto didn’t have to hold back or wait for you to get used to his dick. He gently guided your legs over his shoulders and plowed into you furiously. His toned hips slapped against your smooth thighs, causing clapping sounds to fill the room. You two fit so well together, it’s as if your body was made for his.

“Shit, Satoru got you so fucking wet.” He hissed under his breath. Suguru never looked so handsome; the way his sultry narrowed eyes looked down at you with approval made you wetter if that was even possible. His long hair fell in front of his face to form a cascading curtain that shielded you from Satoru’s hungry gaze. Suguru surrounded you, his entire being dominated your senses, and you felt high off his glorious presence.

“It’s me isn’t it?” Geto muttered while bringing his hand down to your clit. He rubbed fast circles over your sensitive bud, making you writhe underneath him in delight.

“Oh! Suguru!” You whimpered out, the combination of his pumping rod inside of you and his teasing fingers made your pussy squelch him deliciously. Geto couldn’t help but let out a small groan of pleasure in return.

“I’m the guy you like, aren’t I?” He murmured while increasing his speed. You weren’t able to look away or avoid his gaze, so you closed your eyes and focused on his perfect dick. “Look at me,” Geto commanded as he slowed his thrusts down into sloppy ones. "Tell me you're mine."

With his speed dying down, it brought you back to reality. “I'm yours! Now, fuck me Suguru!” You whined, desperately moving your hips against his, yearning for more friction.

“I am.” He winked down at you with a devilish grin. He set into a steady rhythm of shoving his lengthy cock inside of you nice and deep. Even though his thrusts were prolonged, he still had so much power behind each one. Your whole body shook every time he came back into you.

You were able to hear the gushy slick sound of his dick entering and exiting from your cunt. If someone were to walk by the dorm’s door, they would know what exactly was going on. Those lewd noises filled the room along with the smoke from Satoru’s blunt.

“Satoru, her mouth looks like empty. Better come fill it.” Geto stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as he leaned back onto his knees. You immediately missed the closeness of having Suguru on top of you. But having Suguru pump into you at this angle was quite enjoyable. He kept your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounded into you vigorously.

Satoru got to his knees next to your head and brought his girth to your lips. “Open up dear,” Gojo asked almost sweetly, he gently placed his hands on your head and guided the head of his cock to your mouth. You opened for him and sucked his tip, you felt him push more of his length into your mouth. Soon enough he was down your throat while you choked on him. You did your best to calm your breath, but it seemed difficult. Especially when Suguru would ram into you forcefully, causing your whole body to move. Each thrust from Getou would make Gojo’s dick jostle in your throat roughly. It felt too suffocating, yet so arousing at the same time.

Gojo was much too big for you, and it didn’t help when you would feel his tip twitch down your throat with delight. “Keep it there. Just like that.” He groaned softly while eyeing you with ratification.

Geto’s thrusts began to get more erotic. He pumped his hips against the back of your thighs, causing loud slaps to echo through the room. His lengthy cock rammed into you persistently, you soon realized that you liked getting fucked rough. It felt extremely heavenly each time he slid back into you. You became breathless as he plowed into you rabidly.

You looked so ravishing in Suguru’s eyes, you took his dick excellently, all while deep-throating Gojo. He knew that you were on the verge of release, and wanted to make sure you came together. Yet, another side of him wanted to make things a little more interesting.

“If you cum within ten thrusts you gotta tell us who you like.“ Suguru instructed while admiring the way your breasts would bounce each time he plowed into you.

“Anh-m. I dnh-“ you tried to say through Gojo’s meaty dick. Satoru pulled his cock out of your comfortable throat, so the tip of his penis rested against your lips. His rod was slick with your saliva. “And if I don’t?” You flashed Geto a playful smile.

“Daring aren’t you? Trust me, you will.” Suguru chuckled, “But if you happen not to, then we can drop the question. And you can pick our punishment. Deal?”

“D-“ Satoru cut you off while he impatiently shoved his dick back in your throat. He loved the way he could see the outline of his penis in your neck.

“Sorry hun, but if you don’t swallow all my cum, then you’ll owe me another round at my place.” Satoru winked down at you flirtatiously.

“Mmh-hmm.” You hummed with agreement. Gojo then leaned forward to grab a hold of one of your nipples to tease.

“Okay let’s start the countdown.” Suguru stated with a hazed look in his eyes, “Ten…” He slammed his cock into your dripping cunt deliciously, causing you to moan onto Gojo’s dick shamelessly.

“Nine…” Suguru’s long fingers swiveled over your clit briskly, while he kissed your right ankle that was resting on his broad shoulder.

“Eight…” Geto’s thrusts were quick and decisive, making your pussy squelch him with an intense neediness.

“Seven…” He grunted out, Suguru was on the verge of release but he knew he could wait it out until you came first.

“Six…” Satoru’s left hand gripped your hair tightly, while his other hand was big enough to fondle both of your nipples at once; sending waves of delight to your core.

“Five…” Gojo fucked your throat with a sense of urgency now, he was getting close and couldn’t wait to feed you.

“Four…” Geto’s dick hit your G-spot with intense precision and your walls fluttered around him with ecstasy.

“Three…” So close, you were so close you were able to see stars. The stimulation from Suguru’s plunging dick and Gojo’s teasing fingers, made mewls of pleasure come from your throat and around Satoru’s girth.

“Two…” You couldn’t take it anymore, the way Suguru pounded against your sensitive spot relentlessly sent you over the edge and you drenched his cock in your release. You held nothing back and unleashed the waterfall that you held within you.

“One…” Geto groaned out, as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You were able to feel him shoot his massive load up against your cervix, knowing that it would reach your womb in no time.

“Shit… get ready to drink it all babe,” Satoru growled out while plunging his shaft down your throat one last time. His thrusting hips came to a stop as a copious amount of his juice filled your mouth. You felt his hot liquid squirt down your throat sporadically. You did your best to swallow it all, but his seed filled your mouth faster than you could drink. Small strands of his milky white cum slid out from the corners of your lips and down your chin quickly.

“Aww too bad, you were so close,” Geto uttered breathlessly, as he slowly pulled his length from your drenched cunt. He couldn’t help but watch in pride as his cum mixed with your release flooded out of your pussy like a burst dam. You felt it run down your bubbly ass cheeks and onto the couch cushions below you.

Satoru gingerly removed his softening cock from your mouth, his time well spent. “It looks like you owe me a round two back at my place.” He smirked down at you as he wiped some of his cum off of your chin with his thumb. He brought his finger to your mouth and you obediently licked it clean. His gaze was full of pride and approval. The redness in his eyes was less prominent, meaning he must be sobering up already.

“I look forward to it.” You eyed him briefly while hunching up on your elbows. Even though you lost both bets you felt as if you were on cloud nine.

“So do you still have feelings for that guy?” Suguru asked inquisitively, as he helped you sit up on the couch.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, “Yeah, I do.”

A flash of disappointment flickered in Satoru’s eyes, “even after that?” His voice sounded slightly insecure.

“As you said, I’ve lost interest in other men.” You glanced toward Getou’s warm gaze, then you shifted your sight over to Satoru, whose blue eyes glinted towards yours.

“So you like Suguru and I?” Gojo eyed you curiously.

You nodded hesitantly, “Yeah, the ‘guy’ I like is you two.” You nervously glanced between them both. “You’re not planning on using me, right?” You asked trying to hide the wavering in your voice.

“Of course not,” Satoru was quick to answer, “the truth is, shortly after getting to know you I admitted to Suguru that I wanted to be more than just friends with you. And he thought the same.”

Your heartbeat increased, “really?” Your mousy voice was barely audible.

“So I proposed an ultimatum,” Suguru replied, “because we both had deeper intentions with you… I felt like it would be fair if you decided which one of us you wanted to pursue. And we weren’t allowed to straight up ask you out or make a move on you, unless you did first.”

You let out a small laugh, “wow you two might’ve had to wait forever because of how timid I can be.”

Suguru chuckled and gripped your thigh softly, “Yeah, good thing we got you high enough to ask us how to kiss.”

“That’s right! All of this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t ask.” Satoru smirked while draping his arm over your shoulders comfortably.

You gave both men your gorgeous smile, “So as long as I can say I belong to you both, do what you want with me.”

Surugu leaned down to press his lips against yours, “You should’ve asked us how to kiss sooner.”

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RAGHHHHHHHHH

Could you ever so kind and provide some general dating Headcannons for all the four boys?? 🥺👉👈

Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

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CHAPTER FOUR | THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

A/N: Yeah... ALSO GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR FORGETTING ABOUT THE TAGLIST! EVERYONE WHO ASKED IS TAGGED! LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT U OR IF U WANNA BE ADDED!!

Warnings: 18+, kissing, smut, and bad smut btw

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

There was still a part of you that was concerned about how you behaved earlier. You knew today would be one of those days that'll randomly appear in your mind again as you're lying in bed trying to sleep.

But Jenna had reassured you multiple times that everything was fine. There must have been something special about you that she liked.

And there was.

She didn't know what it was but she found herself crushing on you, and crushing on you hard. Maybe harder than she planned because half of the things she did for you, she wouldn't do for others.

Especially in the short period you were talking. It felt longer though, it felt like you two had known each other for years. Instantly, well, at least that's what it seemed like, you guys had clicked.

From the moment she saw you leaning against the wall to the moment she wanted to kiss your lips on your first date.

Regardless, of how much you two liked each other. You still had a lot to learn about each other. Jenna didn't know. Would you not voice your feelings to her again? Would you rather sit in your own head and despair rather than tell her what's going on with you?

We're you two rushing too fast, or did you two get caught up in your own thoughts and feelings without knowing how the other felt first?

Jenna turned down the volume of the car radio, which played a playlist you two made together one day on FaceTime.

She eyes you,a smile on her face. You don't notice this as your mind is elsewhere, and your eyes are on the road. She then eyes her attire, her body covered by your black hoodie which smelled just like you, it felt like she was in a never ending hug with you. The hoodie was a reminder of the time you two spent together, and it brought about a sense of comfort and nostalgia for her. It was like a visible reminder of the connection you two share.

You liked Jenna if it wasn't obvious you were very fond of her. You liked her for a lot of reasons. You liked the way she'd always have a comeback on her mind or the way her eyebrows sometimes slightly pushed together whenever you'd respond with a sarcastic joke as if her mind hadn't quite processed it yet. You liked her dark brown eyes. You could honestly stare at them for eternity.

You liked the freckles that perfectly danced around her face, and you liked her pink lips that curved up into a smile, showing her dimples which you also liked.

You liked how even with the career she was in, she would make time for you.

God, what is there not to like about her?

"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" Jenna speaks up from beside you, that same smile on her face. You quickly look at her, bringing your attention to the road in front of you. "Nothing."

She hums in response. You knew she didn't believe it. "Remember what I was saying earlier?" Your eyebrows come together, trying to remember. "About how you like me?"

She laughed, "No, the other thing."

"About if this counts as another one of our dates." She closes her eyes, covering her face. She wanted to kiss you, and badly. "No! The other other thing."

"About seeing where this goes?" You glance over at the brunette, who's staring back at you. "You knew what I was talking about this entire time!" She slaps your arm, you smile widely. "Ay! I'm driving!" Your attention is back on the road, for your safety and the younger woman beside you.

"But, yeah. I wanna know you, about your childhood, your family, and all that, you know?" You nod at her words, "Like my own personal biography?"

She laughs and you enjoy the sound a little too much. "No, like— uhh.. Have you ever played 21 questions?" You shake your head no in response.

"Really?" You nod with a smile on your face at her shocked response, turning on your blinker. "I've heard of it! What is it? An interview tactic?" You make a left turn, glancing at your passenger.

"Funny. But kind of... we just ask each other 21 questions. Have you never used it on a first date?"

"I didn't have to use it for ours."

The brunette raises an eyebrow at your slight comeback. "Whatever." She mumbles, blood rushing to her cheeks at the thought of your first date, and her first attempt to kiss you.

"I don't know if I can come up with 21 entire questions." Jenna snickers at you, "Okay then let's just do five." You try to hide your smile as you watch Jenna's blush deepen. As she begins to ask you the questions, you can see her shy, yet excited expression. You feel a warmth in your chest, and you can't help but smile back.

As she asked each question, you felt your own excitement growing. You found yourself eagerly giving thoughtful answers to her questions, and as she listened, you felt a connection growing between the two of you. Soon, you were both laughing and talking easily, the moment feeling almost magical.

You knew this was a special moment, and you felt grateful for the chance to share it with her. You felt like you could tell her anything, and that she would understand. You knew that a bond had been formed between the two of you, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held.

"Okay! My last one. It has to be good." Jenna says, her smile even wider than it was just a few seconds ago. Your was beginning to hurt from all the smiling you were doing. "Um! Dude! I need this one to be good!"

Suddenly the car stopped causing Jenna to look around at her surroundings. You had made it to your apartment building. "Well, keep thinking on it while I think of mine." Jenna nods with a smile, you both get out of the car. She stood there for a moment, looking up at your building as you locked the doors.

Jenna walked by your side. If she hadn't been in deep thought about her last question, she would've mentioned how nice the building's lobby was. "You're in deep thought, huh?" You interrupted her thoughts, walking inside the elevator. She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Yes. Yes, I am. Your building is nice though,"

"Thank you." The pad of your finger pressed the white button beside the letter twelve, turning dark yellow once you released it. The chrome doors softly closed and the elevator began ascending.

The elevator was silent, but you could feel the vibrations of its motion. When it stopped, the doors opened with a slight ding. You stepped out and began walking down the hallway. Passing a few doors, you finally made it to yours and unlocking it, Jenna's eyes immediately began observing.

She was taken aback by the décor and the amount of thought that had gone into the room. However, the thing that caught her eye was your electric drum set. "I thought you only played the guitar and piano!"

You laugh, setting down your keys. "I don't! It's Jack's. He didn't have anymore room in his apartment so I'm holding onto it until he finds a space." She hums. You chuckle at her. "You can sit down if you want. I'm gonna change really quick."

She looks around, taking in the sight of your living room before nodding and taking a seat on the couch. You rush off to your room to change, eager to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable. You return to the living room, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She smiles, and you sit down. "Thought of that question yet?"

She looks up and nods. "I think I have," she says. "Let's go for a walk and talk about it." You take her hand and lead her out the door, eager to hear her answer. Her stomach can't help but flutter at your touch and she feels her cheeks flush. "So," You trail off, the two of you back inside the elevator, except this time Jenna presses the button, the elevator descends to the lobby floor.

"Patience, geez!" She jokes, turning to face you. You smile, your eyes never leaving hers, and you reach out to take her hand for the second time. The elevator doors open, and the two of you walk out, hand in hand.

Once she opens her mouth to speak again, she stops as the smell of chlorine hits her nostrils. Following the smell, she let go of your hand. You pick up your pace, trying your best to stay close to the small girl. "You have a pool?"

"I mean... it’s not just mine." You mumble, looking at the blue water behind the glass wall in front of you. "Open it up!" She motions to the door, locked by a keypad. "Really?" you ask, and she nods in agreement. You type in the code and the door clicks open. "We don't even have on swimsuits."

"We have undergarments." You furrow your eyebrows, "One, don't say undergarments ever again. Two, what if someone sees?" She ignores you, already undressed from your hoodie, her shirt, quickly undoing her shoes, taking off her socks before pulling down her pants. "We'll go underwater. I didn't see anyone in the lobby anyways."

You bite the inside of your cheek. This was a very bad idea. But the sight of Jenna, and the way your heart started racing wasn't helping you pick a logical decision. You silently cursed yourself for being so foolish.

Your stomach was in knots as you slowly walked closer to her, undressing yourself. Jenna smiles, carefully stepping into the pool from the steps. You stood in a sports bar and boxers, not wanting to wet your cotton shorts. Before Jenna had the opportunity to examine your body you jumped inside, yelling--

"--Cannonball!"

The force of the water sprayed Jenna's face, and she let out a surprised laugh. You surfaced with a giant grin, proud of your jump. Jenna shook her head with a smile as you swam toward her. "You know," You start, rolling onto your back and beginning to float. She places her hands on your stomach, looking at you with a smile. "You never told me your question."

You stand up towering over her slightly, those brown eyes looking into yours strongly. Her gaze was like a magnet, drawing you in and making it unable to look away. She was so beautiful, you wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin.

You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself, not wanting to do anything to ruin the moment. She smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The connection between you was undeniable. "My question is, why won't you kiss me?"

You leaned in, finally giving in to the temptation. You felt her breath on your face as you moved closer. Your lips met, and you felt a spark of electricity pass between you. You felt a rush of warmth spread through your body as your kiss deepened. You felt yourself melting into the moment, like nothing else mattered. You felt like you were in a world of your own, where it was just the two of you.

You wanted to slap yourself for making yourself wait for this moment longer than needed. The feeling was like finally getting to take a sip of an ice-cold drink on a hot summer day, one that you had been looking forward to for hours. It was a refreshing and satisfying experience that made you feel as if all of the waiting had been worth it.

You pull away slightly, savoring the moment, and you can't help but smile. Jenna smiles back at you, bringing you back into another kiss, but more fiercer this time. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. You can feel the warmth radiating off her body and you feel a spark of electricity between the two of you.

The kiss intensifies, and you can feel the passion between you. Time seems to stand still as you drink each other in. Slowly, you pull away, both of you breathing heavily. Jenna's eyes sparkle with joy as she looks up at you. "Kiss on our second date." She jokingly mumbles.

You chuckle and lean in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I think we should go before we really do get spotted." She nods, a smile still on her face. You take her hand and walk out of the pool.

You both pick up your clothes sneaking glances back at each other. "Remember the apartments' number?" She thinks for a second, nodding her head with furrowed brows.

"Race you." You take off running without another word. It takes Jenna a moment to before sprints after you following close behind. Laughter erupts from both of you, bouncing off the lobby walls.

She's slightly confused when you go to the opposite direction of the elevator until she notices that there is a stair sign nearby. She hesitates, not knowing if she should follow you or take the elevator.

But then she thought about it again. You lived on the twelfth floor. There was no way she was running up all of those stairs. She decides to take the elevator, which surprises her by opening quickly.

You look back and smile, nodding your head as if you knew she would take the elevator. You start to make your way up the stairs, two at a time. She watches as you get further and further away until you disappear around the bend.

She rushes inside the modern elevator before the doors shut, pressing the button for your floor. As the elevator rises, she sighs and takes a deep breath, knowing that she made the right decision. She'd definitely beat you.

But that changes when the door opens on the ninth floor. A blonde teenage boy gasps, "You're Jenna Ortega!" He takes in her appearance, and she suddenly feels uncomfortable. "And you're naked!" Jenna's face turns red. She quickly covers herself with your hoodie.

The boy smiles, "Can I get a photo?" Jenna immediately refuses and turns away. Before the boy can pester her anymore the elevator dings, and she runs out. The doors quickly close.

You were standing there, waiting for her. She was stunned. You had actually beaten her by taking the stairs. She smiled - you two were in sync, like always, but it fades away.

You held her gaze for a few moments. "Sore loser?" You jokingly ask, she playfully scoffs in response, explaining the situation that happened in the elevator. You burst into laughter and Jenna quickly joins in, relieved to be out of an awkward situation. "His name is Brandon, I've seen him before. Ninth floor, right?"

She nods, and you two begin walking towards your door. "Yeah, he's a diehard fan. He had Wednesday costume for Halloween this year." Jenna's eyes widen in shock, "Are you serious?!"

You laugh, shaking your head. "I'm joking!" Jenna laughs, relieved. She playfully punches your arm, "You had me going there for a second!" You chuckle reaching for the door. She follows you outside and you take a deep breath and smile, feeling grateful for the moment of joy and laughter.

You fully face the brunette, unsure of what to say. You had distracted yourself with this race, you didn't have time to fully process your kiss. Jenna looks up at you, a small smile on her lips, and you can feel the intensity of her gaze.

Without a word, she steps forward and softly grasp the back of your neck, bringing you into a kiss. You close your eyes and all your thoughts vanish, surrendering to the moment. Your heart races faster and faster, as your lips move in perfect sync. The kiss is tender and passionate, and it fills you with a warmth that spreads all throughout your body.

As Jenna pulls away, searching your eyes. Seeing your body for the first time, her gaze wonders. You can feel your cheeks getting hot, and you can't help but blush. Jenna gives you a playful smirk, and you can't help but smile back. You both stand there for a few moments, lost in each other's eyes. You both lean in for one more kiss before Jenna grabs your hand and leads you to the couch.

She pushes you down, you gasp surprised, mostly at her strength. She smiles mischievously as she straddles you, her hands exploring your body. You close your eyes in anticipation as your lips meet hers once more. You suddenly feel alive and in the moment, lost in the passion of the moment. Her hands travel down your body, caressing and teasing. She moves against you, her body in perfect sync with yours. You bring your lips to her neck, and you feel her moan in pleasure. You feel the heat between you both, your desire rising with each passing moment.

Jenna's hand locks in your hair, leaning her head back to give you a larger area to work with. You can feel the excitement coursing through both of you, and you kiss her with more and more intensity. You feel her body arch into you, and you know that you have found the perfect balance together. You both collapse in blissful pleasure, lost in satisfaction.

Your hands start to explore, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. Glancing at the woman on-top you of, her lip is trapped in her teeth, watching your hands. Your hands wander up her body, exploring every contour and curve. She moans softly, her breathing becoming faster as your touch becomes more passionate. You can feel the heat radiating off of her skin, drawing you closer and closer.

You move closer, your lips pressing against hers. She melts into you, her body melding with yours. She wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers entwining in your hair as your passion intensifies. You break the kiss and gaze into each other's eyes, catching your breath. She smiles and leans her forehead against yours. "I want you."

"You have me." You answer honestly. She pulls you closer and your lips meet again. You feel like you could stay in this moment forever, as if time has stopped. You move to the bed, never breaking contact. As Jenna lay on her back, you slowly and tenderly stripped each other's undergarments. You feel like you are in a dream, like the world has melted away and nothing else matters.

You settle between her legs, wrapping your arms around her legs. Jenna gasps, feeling your breath on her clit. You press a kiss onto her center, slipping a tongue into her, nearly groaning at the taste. You feel her body trembling beneath you, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. Her hand finds your hair, harshly grabbing it. You begin to move your tongue in circles, softly licking and teasing her. Jenna's hips begin to move in time with your tongue, and her moans get louder.

The sensation is akin to a roller coaster, as Jenna is taken on a thrilling journey of pleasure and anticipation, feeling her body rise and fall with each lick and caress. Jenna's body is now shaking uncontrollably, and she's close to the edge. You increase the intensity of your movements, and her moans become louder and more desperate. With a final thrust of your tongue, Jenna's body shudders in pleasure as she reaches her climax.

You feel the tension in her body increase, her breathing becoming more rapid. You can feel her heart beating faster and faster as she moves closer and closer to the edge. "Y/N," she whimpers. You feel yourself twitch at the sound of your name rolling off her lips.

Jenna's body is now shaking uncontrollably, and she's close to the edge. You increase the intensity of your movements, and her moans become louder and more desperate. As she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, Jenna's breathing intensifies and her grip on your hair tightens. With one last moan, Jenna experiences the most intense pleasure she has ever felt.

Jenna collapses onto the bed, utterly spent. Her body slowly begins to relax and her breathing returns to normal. As she lays there, a satisfied smile spreads across her face. You give one last final lick, earning a moan. You raise yourself between her legs.

You are immediately ensnared in a kiss, Jenna tastes herself on your tongue as she kisses you. Her hands rest on your shoulder, softly pushing you away. "Lay back," she instructs. You obey and Jenna climbs on top of you. She takes your hands and places them above your head.

One hand lets go of your hands as she grabs your hard cock, slowly lowering herself on you. Her eyes squeeze shut, you can't do anything but groan feeling overwhelmed by the feeling. "Shit, you're so big." She gasps as she takes you in. You can feel your body trembling in anticipation. It's like the first time riding a roller coaster - there's a rush of excitement and anticipation that takes over, and all you can do is cling on for the ride.

She lets out a long, low moan as she starts to ride you. You can feel the warmth of her body as it moves against yours. "Jenna," You groan out, she hums in response, a smile appearing on her lazy face. She's obviously glad at the reaction she's getting out of you.

She moves her hips in a slow, circular motion, her gaze never leaving yours. With each thrust, she leans in closer, her breath hot against your skin. She takes her time, enjoying the sensation of your hard cock inside of her. You feel her tight grip around you, and you can't help but moan louder with every thrust.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and soon you are lost in the pleasure of the moment, your climax coming hard and fast. She follows shortly after, her body trembling as you both reach the heights of pleasure. You hold each other close, reveling in the afterglow of the experience.

You lay together for a few moments, catching your breath and enjoying the closeness. You kiss each other tenderly, like two doves cooing after a storm. There's a sense of peace and contentment in the air, as if the world has been put on pause and you are the only two people in it.

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CHERUB (PART III) - Dealer!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: the devil has a funny habit of making you want your own suffering.

a note from Lucy: Well, this is it folks. The third and final instalment of the unholy trinity that is cherub. The fic that i had no idea would get this amount of traction. The fic that gave me my username, blog theme, the majority of my mutuals and the freedom to explore more taboo areas of writing that I never felt comfortable with doing before. I just wanted to thank you all for all the kind words you’ve shared with me. Comments, reblogs, messages, they all mean the utter world. But i also want to specifically thank @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin who was such a huge help for motivation when wrting each of these. She's been there since the first day of cherub and always let me obsess over dealer!joel with her. Ange, i love you baby. Out of all my fandom experiences, this has definitely been one of the best. I know this sounds a lot like a goodbye completely, but it's not i swear! I just never really knew where this was going, but I think this is a pretty good way to end the series and I hope you agree too. Part of me isn't ready to let go after such a short run, but I honestly have no idea where to go from here so I think I did it as much justice as I could. Regardless, Cherub and Dealer!Joel will forever have a place in my heart all thanks to you lovely lot! Your love means the world to me and you are all so easy to share this with, you've given me an environment to flourish creatively and I'm eternally grateful for that. I wish you all the love, hugs, kisses, and angel wishes in the world!

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wc: 5548 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! Unedited for now, no outbreak, no use of y/n but joel calls the reader ‘Cherub’, plot? what plot? we all know we're here for the porn anyway, bombastic age gap (reader is in her early 20’s and Joel is in his late 50s), gore imagry, religious imagry, Smut, very dubcon in theory but both want it bad, grafic smut, P in V sex (unprotected — pleaseee don’t do tis irl i beg of you), teasing, sort of edging? (idk what to call it but he doesnt fuck you until you beg for it lol). nipple play, biting biting biting!!!!!, references to domestic violence, use of pet names, manipulative! joel, stupid stupid cherub, stockholm syndrome, oral (f receiving), cum eating, pussy slapping, Joel being foul mouthed, cursing, dirty talk, overstimulation. Again, some of the most animalistic, disgustingly wretched and vile vile vile porn I have written thus far…with so little plot that this earned me my place in hell, i have my own circle now. Big Dick Joel Miller comes as his own warning.

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The danger didn't lie in his hands. It didn't sit in his closed first to be suffocated. Choked out until the life of it was compressed. Until its face was blue, then purple and its eyes were bloodshot and streaked with red. The danger lay in your heart. And it thrived off the beating.

What is ‘it’, you ask? Mania.

The Greeks had it nailed down when they split love seven different ways. To the crucifix through its punctured and bleeding palms. All equal, but different. They understood that one love is different to the other. That love can be either obsession, or lingering in the quiet parts of a person's mind. You cannot hold up a mirror to one and deceive into believing it is another. No matter how sweet the lie seeps into the ear. They don't work that way. You were not Lucifer, you had no forked tongue. And your mania wasn't Eve. There was no apple to devour. Only the strong arm of Joel Miller to cling to like a noose.

Some love passionately. Find it in the scathing friction of flesh upon flesh. The heat two bodies make only in sex. You were no body anymore. Merely a corpse for him to dig up and breathe life into whenever he needed relief. So it was not Eros. Some love playfully. In the back and forth of a conversation that makes the mind and heart float in the clouds among the soul. Entwine them together until you are too sedated to know the difference between the three pillars of personal holy trinity. There was nothing lighthearted about Joel Miller. So there was no Ludus. Affection. The subtle, it-is-there-even-when-it-is-not weight of lovers hand in lovers hand. Joel clutched your throat with his heavy hand. He didn't lace your fingers in his like tapestry threads. And he was anything but friendly. So it could never be Philia. He was not unconditional. Familial. Constant. Committed. Long lasting. Selfless. He crept in through the backdoor and took. Then slipped back out. So the thick blood red line was drawn through Storge. Agape. Pragma. The love you had was not for yourself. Without him you hated yourself. Hated how you didn’t feel needed. Or wanted. So Philautia was buried six feet under hot earth, the final nail in the coffin that was lowered into the rotting, thick-with-decaying-mulch, stenching ground. By none other than Mania.

This was something you came to realise as you stumbled from his truck back to your room. His come dribbling down your leg. Luke asleep on the sofa. Months passed of the same thing. He’d take you home from work, only letting you go once he'd had his fill. Played out the sick fantasy from mind to matter, let it bleed through his fingers into fruition. You let it happen for mania. It was the thing inside you that kept you going. Before you thought mania fed off your heartbeat. But now you realised mania fed your heartbeat. The kick it got every second fired the next muted pulse. That's what kept it alive. Energy for energy. You were never one to bite the hand that feeds. That’s a sinner's duty.

—

The usual sight of Luke slumped in his lazy boy, guzzling beer was what you expected. The liquor once again swigged past his lips and dribbling down his stubbled chin. Wiry greying hair greasy on his head, balding. Thinning. Residue from a line on the coffee table. You were never tempted by it before. And you were determined never be a Angel dust statistic like him.

Instead, you opened the flimsy door of your trailer to see him hunched over a small collapsible table. His hand running over his sunken eyes, dragging purple eye bags down with his fingertips in shame. Cards in his other. It had your breath catching in your throat like a hare in a wire snare trap. This time around the small collapsible round table. Cards in his hand. And two other men shared a knowing glance and a grim smile of satisfaction. Him.

Joel Miller.

The tension was thicker than molasses in the room. You only wished it was as sweet. You swallowed it down thickly. It stretched your throat. You watched in morbid fascination when he lay his hand on the table in a fan for all to horror at, a sly smirk slithering over his lips and curling the one corner of it up like a scorpion's tail.

“Full house.”

“Fuck!” And Luke’s hand slapped the tabletop as he folded.

The door clicked. All three looked up to see you. Luke, Joel, and the man who held a familiar resemblance to your own personal devil. With eyes on you, you felt more like that hare in the snare than ever. Clapping eyes on the hungry wolf as mutton dripped bloody from his sneer. Cruel and hungry. You imagined him as that wolf, hyde thick and bristled under your soft fingers as he led you to some deep, dark, thorny place. A place only lit by the eyes of owls who observed while he had his way with you. Ripped your stockings to get to sweet fruit.

“Great, the cunt is home.” Luke spat to the room but you, looking over the table again as he bit his thumb nervously to the edge of the hangnail. “Get me a beer.” Your nostrils flared in defiance at his demand, knuckles pale as fingers furled into a fist. An army of goosebumps had stood to attention all along your arms and the back of your neck. A shiver shattering down your spine. Your heart had enough of its prison of your ribcage in your anger, ramming into it over and over in a frantic hammering. And when that wasn't enough, you felt it in your throat. Among the tightening of your airways. “You hear me girl?” He asked, looking at you. He stood, chair scraping against the floor and you staggered back to the point your shoulderblades hit the door. While he was a thin, wiry man, he had a vicious backhand that stung. Like a vengeful aftertaste. “Y’need me to beat some sense inta ya girl, huh?!” You dared to spare a glance at Joel who was too busy collecting his winnings. You soon to be among them.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, looking to the floor and cowering off to the kitchen to get him his beer.

“Y’short, Luke.” You heard from the doorway, straining to hear the tail end of the conversation. Something about your uncle having it by monday. And then Joel telling him he shouldn’t raise a bet he doesn't have the dough to cover.

It took a second to catch your breath. Tears strung in your eyes and your chest threatened to split in two. Your sternum felt like it was cracking down the middle into clean halves under the weight of your chest. A hand clasped over your quivering lips to bite back a horrible sob and muffle it. Only your palm could know you were crying miserably. So you took a beer from the fridge, heard the hiss as the lid gave way and popped off. It clattered to the linoleum and you bared your teeth at the grating sound, picking it up and tossing it in the bin.

“Here.” You mumbled, placing it unceremoniously on the table in front of Luke.

“Y’got any spare cash on you, girl?” Luke asked, beady eyes staring you down as he raised the bottle to his lips and took a drink. You grimaced inwardly at the sight of his yellow teeth when he made a satisfied sigh.

“No.”

Joel’s brow raised. You should know by now not to lie to a man who can read you like a book. That's the thing about narcissists. They have a way of being able to understand you like a one word sentence on paper. A quick glance and you’re unravelling with concealed meaning and connotation.

“C’mon, Cherub…gotta have something from workin’ this late in that diner of yours…” You dared to challenge Joel with a look. A look that retreated soon after the advance of the glare of his eye. The same glare of the hungry wolf. Of the cheated man. It was unkind, and unyielding, and did not hold mercy upon the souls of the enthralled, the damned, or the harrowed. You might try to cross through the sentence, or turn the page. Or shut the book entirely. But the truth is still the truth even when you chose not to look. This was the man that knew your mind. Knew your body. And coaxed his will out of you each time. His word was all it took to cave, so you took the folded bills from your apron, flicking through them with a bitten back scowl,

“How much does he owe you?” Joel smiled with amusement, counting through his winnings to see what was short.

“Ninety-eight.”

‘What?” you asked, eyes wide, hurt. Disheartened. Fingers stilling halfway through the small stack. And Joel smirked.

“You heard me, Cherub.”

“Give Joel his money.” Luke warned.

“But it’s not his money! And it’s not yours to give!” You tried, and saw the warning tick of your uncle's narrow jaw. It was always set on edge before he threw a hand. Cast a palm across your cheek in a brandishing. It had you cowering. Relenting. Tossing the money in front of him. If it fell to the floor in its flurry he could pick it up and grovel about it. But Joel never grovelled. Only relished. Then reminded Luke of the money he still owed for the drugs.

And you walked back to the kitchen, biting into your lip again. With the devil and your demon in the next room over, you were sure this could be hell. A buzz filled your ears. Like the constant thrum of flies over roadkill. In festering flesh wounds where broken white of bone poked through gaping, bleeding holes. Blood matted in the hyde of the animal helpless and scattered across the road. A leg here, smashed teeth there. You were the roadkill. Joel was at the wheel of that which mowed you down. Luke was howling in the passenger side.

His boots thumped clumsily over the linoleum and he let out a huff through his nose while he adjusted his low slung jeans in the doorway.

“Cherub?” He asked, clearing his throat huskily — a consequence of the smokes he used religiously. You stood with your back to him, palms flat to the countertop and head hung low to fight the sting of tears simmering from within.

“He threatened to hit me.” You whispered, not turning to face him. If you mattered his ears would strain to meet you halfway. “And you did nothing.”

“Come on, Cherub…don't be like that.” he sighed, and you imagined him pinching the bridge of his hooked nose.

“He took my money. You took my money. How am I gonna get out of here without it?” You croaked, your tired eyes seeing faces of gaping mouths and slate black eyes in the speckled linoleum of the counter.

No reply came from the door. And when you turned it was empty. He had left. The other man had left. The tv was on again with the scream of a woman murdered. And Luke fell asleep in his lazy boy.

—

Another day, another shift. And more horror ensued. At first, what set the nerves thrumming was there was no sign of Luke. His truck was gone from its spot. No drunk slumped on the worn leather settee. No scream or grotesque image on the TV. Merely an empty bottle on the coffee table.

You swallowed, shutting the door cautiously with a muffled click of the latch. You didn't dare call his name. Just pushed it down into your stomach for it to churn the thought up in acid. But the horror jumped back up your throat into a lurid scream at the sight of your mattress tossed to the side. The moth bitten pillowcase on the floor, void of money. Your money. Gone. Someone had rifled through your belongings. Turned your only space into a mess. Strewn clothes, bed sheets, pillows in their haste. All your work. All the nights of living off bitter coffee from the pot at work, scrounging together tips. It made you seethe. The heat was an inferno at your fingertips, nails embedding crescents into your palms. You searched all over for it. But to no avail.

When Uncle Luke came home, he smelled of hard liquor. It was a miracle – or curse – he hadn't wrapped his car around a tree. He gloated, and sneered, and shoved it down your throat in his intoxication that he’d found it under the mattress. Joel had called him, told him you planned on leaving. And he connected the dots. Ransacked your room. Oh, how the man would hate his loose lips when you gave him hellfire.

You expected Luke’s reaction. You knew if he were to ever find out he’d snatch it up in his greedy, grimy hands and take it for himself. He spent all of it. Paid his debt to Joel, gambled some on bad luck bets, drank with the rest. Slugged liquor down his throat and got drunk off your labour. And then left you on your floor with tear stained cheeks and a heart of heavy lead.

You wanted your money. But would you take from the man who gave you your everything? Your sense of being. A religion and faith. You believed in nothing more than the way he held your name between his teeth. You forgot what your real name felt like in the same place. And it occurred to you that he had never said it. Did he know it? You weren't them anymore. You were Cherub.

The sweet and mourning lamb in you wanted to go over just to be his again, and not carry out the plan of taking back what was yours. That which he would see as sin. You felt guilt claw up your throat at the thought alone. It seemed blasphemous to conspire against him. Why do you insist on protecting yourself. You who was the sacrificial lamb?

If you did go – and you let him have you again – you were whole. But at what cost? Could you stand another night of temporary hell under the guise of heaven. Of touch so cold, like ivory or black ice. To have him thumb your skin with blunt endearments and the croon of ‘cherub’ past his chapped lips. Definite like black and white. No escape. What he’d do and how. Whispering them in the stone deaf shells of your ears like they were a sculpture. Pygmalion’s Bride. He’d made you all you were today. Took chisel to marble and carved out his masterpiece. Cherub.

You were soft, and pliable. Wax heated by his flame. You kissed back. You moaned for him. Begged him for his release and not your own. Bruised with his handprint. The warmth of life under flesh. But without him…you returned to marble. Another pretty thing to be gawked at. He tempted you with it because he knew more than anyone, more than god himself who watches these exchanges, that you can't live without him. It was like telling a child not to slip off to the woods in the dead of night. That was a pointless warning. You knew what lay there anyway, what threat it would be. That wolf in his thick bristled hyde. Curled up in his den. You would see it as innocence and vulnerability if you weren't so scared. But you knew when he woke up the teeth would shine again. And they’d tear flesh. Let blood. Gnash bone. Dripping from the glaring white once he finished with your carcass. Your matter between them and your crimson lacing his gums. Who knew being eaten alive could be so pleasurable.

But then again, how could bering alone really be hell if the devil wasn't there?

There is mania in your body. But you can't get it out. It rattles in your head and lungs and glues to the backs of your gnashers. No matter how much you wish to spit it out. It infects your tongue. It welds itself to the matter of your bones. Melts into the cracks between your teeth. Claggy against your tongue. All to show the sweetest of words have the bitterest of tastes. You can feel it swell underneath your skin. In the gap between muscles where it festers and heats you up. Like fever it burns, like the fire that consumes and the pillars that hold the temple up crack, the ground shakes, and the beast rears its ugly head at you. You’re losing your body to him. It's a fight you try to win. You dare to. You give your all, tooth and nail each time in the gaps between. In the silence and hollow that nestles in the middle of the meetings. In the quiet, where no one is around but the cracked plaster of your room. You stopped caring who fired the gun first. You were always the one who got shot down in the end. Right in the stomach. Blood gurgling up your throat in a grotesque plea for help.

All these weeks you had shrunk yourself to the size of a bird in his hands, sang a sweet sweet song of his name, until the squeeze of his first closest off your throat. And the sound stopped altogether. Laid there after the warning. Patient while you had your wings clipped and your freedom taken. And he took more. Took the beating of your heart with his teeth. Took the will to want. The will to love. The will to need anything else, as well as the need to have better. Below you were the foundations. Only now you saw them for what they were, a decaying mess of fragments, the stench of wood rot hot in your nose. A musk like no other. His musk. So in your anger you took an axe to a willow to see how it would weep. You slipped past the sleeping drunk you call Uncle Luke. Out the door, over gravel, past the truck he coaxed you to without the need of a sweet treat. You’d yank the axe from the bark of the weeping willow, its sob echoing in the wind that rustled its drapery of lush green leaves. Leaves that will wilt as sap bleeds from its severed trunk. Take the axe to the wolf. Cut him. Scrotum to throat.

Take back what was yours. And leave those woods skipping.

—

Your knocks descend upon his door in quick raps until he opened it with a grumble. Then a smirk. “Evenin’, Cherub.”

No salvation. No going back. No space among the clouds. Just the fall. You pushed past him into his front room. “Where is it?’ You hissed, tossing the cushions of the couch up. Nothing there. So you left them on the floor and did the same for the airchair. Nothing there either.

“Woah, calm down, girl!’ Joel huffed, reaching for your arm, which you tugged back from him in a new found strength surging you forward, out of his arms. “Where’s what?”

“My damn money, Miller!” You bit back with venom laced spit. A hunger for revenge making you salivate like a bad dog.

“The fuck you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, dickhead!” And he recoiled at your bared teeth, your verbal assault and battery, but went in for his own.

“Watch your damn foul language, girl!” He warned, reaching the end of his already short tether.

“You know how much he stole from me? Three hundred dollars of my hard earned chash. Forget my fucking ticket out of this shithole, I ain’t even paying rent now! And for what? Your god awful drugs!” His nostrils flared, and you watched the vein in his neck bulge under the sweltering heat of his own anger. Coiling inside him. Wounded bitch about to bite back.

“You didn’t have much of a probelm with my drugs after I fucked that pretty little hole of yours. All dumb and needy f’me, Cherub.” You grimaced at the sneer. But the feeling made your knees buckle. The name again. Cherub. You were Cherub. His cherub. “You want ya money back, huh? You can have it.”

That made you stutter. Thoughts skidding to halt at the sight of a brick wall. Crumpled matter as it smashed into it anyway. “What?”

“I ain't giving it to you for free though.”

“You're sick! It’s my fucking money!”

“Not in the eyes of the law its not.” And he folded his great oaks of arms over his chest in satisfaction. Once again one upping you.

“The eyes of the law? Says the fucking drug dealer. I bet you got way worse than coke in duffel over there. Wonder what the law would say about that?” It was said dismissively over your shoulder as you turned to leave. Alas, once again his large hand encompassed your wrist and squeezed. Pulled you back flush to his broad chest. His breath was hot on your neck as he whispered sweetly into your ear.

“Come on now, Cherub. You wouldn't do me in like that would ya? Not when I love ya…”

The way he said it…it didn't seem real. It was false. Comforting but not real. You knew it was a lie. This wasn't love. He didnt love. If he loved you he'd ask for your number then call you. Take you out. Let you cry on his shoulder and drive you home after. Kiss you in the dark for only the walls to see. Let you stay a night or two, or a whole damn week. Give you your damn money back. Stand up to Luke with a closed fist to the face. Leave swelling and a deep bruise on his cheekbone as a first and final warning.

“You love me?” You asked, voice small and hollow in your chest.

“Yeah, Cherub. I love you too.” He cooed, as if he knew you loved him already. All this and nose running over the curve of the side of your neck, tongue trailing hot in pursuit, it had you keeling over in confession at his feet. “You’re so cute when you're angry. Come on now, lemme make those tears go away…and you can have your money back, and we can forget this ever happened.” That tone…it was patronising. It made the sense in you rattle the cage of your ribs. Claw at the bars of bone and run into them like a caged animal. Because that’s what it was. A caged animal. But your heart was holding its hand over its mouth in a trance as it let his words ebb deeper. Somewhere between desperate and divine. But what was his motive?

God, Jesus, all above that is holy, you didn't care! After all this time, it was still no secret, or hushed uttering that Joel Miller was now everywhere in you. Scraping the backs of your teeth, festering like a virus in your bloodstream. Melding to the marrow of your bones. The walls of your cunt.

He still had a devastating habit of seeping through the cracks of your closed lids. Still ready to pillage and plunder his way through your head in its numbed state of sleep. When you could have finally— finally stopped and not felt. But he ebbs deeper. Always would. Always will.

It's what got you here. It would end you if it could. Snuff out your heartbeat and the fire inside of you. All he need do was lick his fingers and press them to the wick. And leave the smoke to string out and curl. You thought you were hungry for love before. But now you realised you were just hungry for the sight of your blood on his lips. The gnashing of you between his teeth. The curl you made of his brow. If it wasn’t devastating, reaping its agony in your silly little fractured chest— you didn’t dare need, nor crave it. You came for the pleasure but you stayed for the pain. And he took again, and again.

So you let him ‘make it up to you’. Let him claw at your clothes until they were scraps on the floor. Tore your stockings. Showed you those gleaming teeth. The wolf. And you, his sacrificial lamb. His Cherub.

“Feel that?’ He asked, with the slow drag back and forth of him inside you, parting you. This wasn’t fast, or rough. This was slow. And it made you need more. Need it faster. Need him hurtling you towards the edge of harrowing oblivion. He knew that. It’s why he took his time with it this time around. “Yeah. You do.” Joel answered for you. You never had to answer. But often he made you say it from your own quivering lips. Just to have the taste of the words from your tongue bleed into his. The neverending praise. “Why would you wanna leave that Cherub?” You couldn't answer, only let out a soft sob. “Huh? Answer me, Cherub. Why’d you wanna fuckin’ leave that?” And he punctuated it with pulling out to the bulbous head of his clock, then slamming back in with one sharp thrust. And then he was still.

You whined a shallow gasp into his mouth. But he didn’t kiss you. Joel never kissed you. His teeth sinking into your bottom lip shut you right up before his tongue delved deeper into it. The thumb of the hand that slithered between your legs rolled over your clit, making you mewl over the buzz of electricity causing you to clamp down on his thick, full cock. You were so eager for more. Anything more than what he was giving you. He smirked into your mouth when he felt your hips buck forward, trying your damn hardest to push his cock deeper into you. Silly little cherub. You should know better than to defy God. “See? Felt good didn’t it?” You nodded as much as you could in your current piston.

“Mhm.”

“See what you can have if you stay. Why fight it cherub?”

“Yes, Joel.”

“You gonna listen then, Cherub?”

“Yes. Yes! I’ll listen, just-” You shuddered at the thought of it, tears brimming at the the threshold of your eye. ”Please.”

“Say it.” He waited, wanting you to beg for it in the pretty way he knew you could. The choir voice. The songbirds hymn. The whole time his eyes did nothing but stare you down hungry at the sight of you falling apart from nothing but a hand to your throat and a single his throbbing dick buried in your aching cunt. It all pooled down into your centre, creating a rush your head had trouble keeping up with. “Tell me why you wanted to leave.”

“I dunno-” You stuttered, once again rolling your hips up. His hand at your throat pressed into your skin again, harder. It choked you. It had you drawing in a sharp, meagre breath. And he pulled out, running the underside of himself through the hot, drooling seam of your cunt. You shivered when the tip brushed up to your clit momentarily. The bead of precome at his slit smearing into your sex, mixing with your slick. “I dunno, Joel. I- I just wanted my money. I just wanted out. I hate it.” You babbled through closed eyes, chest heaving with sobs, and hot tears ran thick down your flushed cheeks.

“You hate it, huh?” He mocked and crooned, still catching your clit with the tip of his cock, hips waxing and waning in a slow roll. “You hate me too?” He knew the answer. But again, it was the satisfaction of knowing you were wrapped around his finger. Ready to bend over backwards for him. Him seeping into you through the cracks of your ribs, the gaps between your teeth. The opening of yourself to the twisting knot of denial within you. Your back arched like the lofty roof of a chapel, legs parting like its heavy doors. He followed you with hunger. You opened your mouth to speak but he squeezed momentarily on your throat again, oxygen starvation and the smell of him dizzying you. He relished in the whimper that he garnered from you. That and how he left you breathless just from his cruel touch.

“No.” You garbled as his thumb unhinged your jaw. Saliva in your mouth pooling while his thumb pressed your tongue down, bitter with a smokers telltale tobacco staining. It slipped past your lips, dribbled down his digits making a sticky mess at the curve of his thick wrist. He drew up a glob of saliva in his throat, watching as it drooled thickly, gluttonously, past his lips into your waiting mouth. He watched as you gagged on it, and then he let your jaw go so you could close your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, savouring the taste on your tongue. For what did it matter anymore? One day, you’ll be nothing but dust. Bronchioles in lungs will mimic roots. Navels will copy trunks. Organs will feed worms. Ribs will fossilise and lips that are kissed will mould back to Mother Nature. It's all you have ever been. Quick. Convenient. Easy to please, eager to help. Waiting lips, wanting cunt. Warm, never warm enough. But he kept you like a butterfly in a glass jar. He let you see freedom but never experience it. Why need it when you had the stretch of him inside you. The feeling of him, heat to heat with your sex.

“You want this, cherub? Wanna be stuffed full of me again?”

“Always wanted it, Joel.” You mumbled into his mouth, sniffing back the last this spurt of tears, hypnotised. His hand wrapped around his cock, the large splay of his palm did nothing to dwarf its size with he jacked himself once, twice, three times to the sight of you. He squeezed the base with hiss, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth after cursing under his bated breath. He was thick, flushed, the tip swollen and leaking, drooling greedily with a rivulet of precum down the underside of his length. He trod a path with his hands down to your breasts, kneading each one between his palms with a pinch before guiding himself back into the mouth of your heat, your cunt swallowing him down to the base. The needy roll of your hips into his showed just how desperate you were. He groaned at the start of the friction between you, and slowly dragged back out of you, moving just as slowly back inside. He repeated this twice, and then he let loose. The motion turned into a needy clash of his hips to yours. Again. Again. Again. Somewhere along the sting of passion and heat, his hand wrapped around your throat, feeling the flex of it as you swallowed under his palm. He bit down into your neck, reaching out from you as his hips slammed erratically. His heavy balls slapping against your ass with each rut forward of his unrelenting. The way he fucked you, was like holding a knife to your throat. It grounded you in the most harrowing way to each of his breaths. His panting in your ear. It swallowed you whole. Mad your legs wrap around his waist and your hips keen up into him.

Your cunt drooled down his shaft, down to the base, down the sensitive skin of his cock. He growled and hissed in your ear, teeth closing around your earlobe, his hand dragging back up and grip tightening around your neck. Getting off on the feeling of your pulse under his thumb.

You felt the knot tighten. And tighten. Right in the pit of your stomach, deep in your sopping wet cunt where the mouth of your cervix met his fucking. The walls of your cunt sucking him back in as the angle of his hips snapped up into the spot that had you seeing entire constellations. They darted to and fro across your vision. It blurred the edge, spots of dark matter, deep black, the colour of oblivion slinging over the back of your eyes that now burned with tears of pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into malleable flesh, gripped tightly at your hip with his free hand, thumb brushing over your hip bone down your mound to toy with your clit after a slap to it. And it was the action that sent you spiralling, babbling his name nonsensically among a string of curse words. So pretty and fucked out beneath him. Joel couldn’t help but stare smugly as your eyes rolled back into your head when your orgasm hit like a freight train. He came undone soon after, his climax hitting a crescendo with a growl bitten into your shoulder, bruising and brandishing you with his mark again.

He pulled back, leaving you to the mercy of the cold. Watching was his hips moved again to fuck his release back into you. Your hole quivered in protest, and you squirmed under him. “Don’t be fucking ungreatful now, Cherub.” You relented, going still and boneless on the mattress. Limbs unfurling from their tension. “That's it. Take it. Take it all.” He groaned smoothly. Just like the roll of his hips. He fucked it slowly back into you. And you took his release inside you to keep. “Good girl, Cherub.” He whispered, kissing your lips in a tender dichotomy. Not letting you rest until he was satisfied you took every drop of him. Afterall, it was all you’d have left of him until he next chose to pick you up. All the while, he trailed his tongue back down to your breasts, pressing the flat of it to your nipple, drawing it with a sharp suck into his mouth. Pressing the blunt of his teeth into your flesh. Letting the taste melt on his tongue. Salty with your sweat. He did the same to the others. When he went soft inside of you, and his hips stilled. He slipped out of you with hitched breath, the pad of his fingertips tracing your abused, used sex. Your legs twitching when he rolled your clit under two fingers. “I said stop squirming.” He grunted, landing another slap to your pussy. It made an obscene wet sound. His come dribbling out slowly.

“Open your mouth.” Joel commanded, and you did. Waiting for whatever he had planned. He licked a hot strip from your asshole to your cunt, pressing his tongue in to drag out some of his release. And he climbed back up to spit it into your mouth. A hand clamping down on your jaw. “Don’t swallow. Close your mouth.” And you did with the side of his thumb clamping it shut for you. “Taste that?” You nodded in response. It was hot, heavy and thick and salty to taste. Divine. “Show me.” You opened again, his creamy spend diluted amongst your saliva and he smirked. Clamping your jaw shut again. “Swallow.”

Joel watched in open mouthed amusement as the delicate column of your throat rippled under muscle contract. “Good girl, Cherub. Remember that taste next time y’feel like leaving again.” He warned in a growl. And you nodded, swallowing your pride. Your fear. Your mania aiding in shoving it down your throat to dissolve in acid. Once again you were in those deep dark woods. The one where the wolf lay. Remnants of you in his teeth. The willow is still weeping, slashed in half. The axe free of his bloodshed by the entrance of his den. The owls' eyes still lit the scene of sin where overhead the starlight was snuffed out by the tangle of branches thick in their black greenery.

You never got your money back. Maybe one day you'd get out of this town. But the devil has a funny habit of making you want your own suffering. Even angels can’t resist a slice of that heaven. Fallen angel. Wounded bitch. Cherub.

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Collateral

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon, Taehyung x Jungkook, Seokjin x Hoseok, Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Seokjin x Hoseok, Members x Non-BTS Members - italics refer to relationships/situationships in member pov chapters 🗡️ word count: work in progress (currently 317k!!! wowie!!!) 🗡️ warnings: mafia au, strangers to lovers, complicated relationships graphic violence, minor character death, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ | panic attacks and ptsd, abuse (of power, drugs, people, etc.), treating humans as objects, use of “whore” & “slut”, brothel & strip club environment, gambling & casino environment, past abuse alluded to (physical and sexual), past drug use, use of drugs (weed, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, pills), mutual pining, explicit & intense sexual content (all main characters including reader mc can be assumed to be bi/pan; everyone switches but typically mc bottoms/subs; masturbation; oral, vaginal & anal sex; multiple orgasms & overstimulation; threesomes; voyeurism & exhibitionism; squirting; daddy kink; noona kink; light sub/dom; restraints; begging & teasing; praising; light slapping & spanking; breath play; dubcon in member pov - not with mc), murder, use of weapons (switchblades, kunai knives, guns, poison, molotov cocktail); graphic depictions of torture (breaking bones, removing fingers, threatening at gunpoint); blood tending to wounds; car chase & collision; more warnings to be added!

🗡️ co-starring: members of stray kids, members of monsta x, members of big bang, shin ryujin of itzy, members of balming tiger, ahn hyejin (hwasa) of mamamoo, kim hyungseo (bibi), Christian Yu (drp ian) 🗡️ notes: welcome to my mafic fic! this story starts out kinda cheeky and lighthearted, but it gets very dark. do not take the warnings lightly! also, although i am using real city names (Seoul, Busan, etc.) i am only doing this to paint a geographical picture. none of these depictions are true to any real city and no research on them is being done. i do not want any negative descriptions of neighborhoods to be of real places because i have never been to Seoul or Busan (or any city listed), nor do i have a connection to these places, and that is not a fair thing for me to do. every place i describe is completely made up and if it resembles a real place, that is coincidence. assume all characters are in their mid-late 20s regardless of their real world ages.

🗡️ also note: although i try to keep out as much physical description as i can for the main character, i am a short and curvy person, and a lot of this is short and curvy person coded because that is an experience i enjoy writing for. if you are tall or thin and this bothers you, sorry lol. ♡ mc's hair length, color, and texture are not described outside of being sometimes pinned or braided away from the face. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🗡️ posted may 2022 to present | read on ao3 🗡️ check out the playlist!

🗡️ character asks - always open! contain spoilers!

🗡️ take the uquiz: which collateral character are you?

INDEX

1: I know exactly who you are | 5.4k words

2: Be a good little wolf | 7.4k words

3: I plan to make you mine if you will let me | 7.8k words

4: You will learn | 9.2 words

5: What are you afraid of? | 10.6 words

6: Beg for me | 9.3k words

7: I have questions | 8.8k words

8: Punishments that come to those who betray us | 9k words

9: Museum, ice cream, narcotics shakedown date | 11.5k words

10: We know everything, dove | 12k words

POV: Jeongguk | 8.5k words

POV: Jimin | 9.7k words

11: Something you will have in abundance | 13.7k words

12: Loose lips sink ships | 11.6k words

POV: Seokjin | 7.2k

13: Merely offering to share what is mine | 10.9k words

POV: Hoseok | 6.8k

14: Darling, breathe | 17.9k words

POV: Taehyung | 10.9k words

15: The end of an era | 16.4k words

16: Sometimes important decisions — ones that we know we have to make — still hurt like hell | 9.2k words

17: Making someone cry is a side-effect of being in love, I'm afraid | 15.6k words

18: You, me, and our men | 17.1k words

19: The only lifestyle I have ever known | 18.6k words

20: Trapped in Limbo | 22.8k words

POV: Namjoon | 7.3k words

21: It's now or never | 19.4k words

POV: Yoongi (coming soon!)

22: I just need a chance to breathe

23: I do not want this life of death and destruction

24: Misery in your arms, but misery without you

25: This was not part of the bargain

26: Don't go insane

27: In an instant, the world has stopped spinning

28: When the nightmare ends, what kind of hell awaits us?

29: The only way out of this lifestyle is death

30: Meet me under the aurora borealis

*chapter titles may slightly change as the writing happens.

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l2vedive · 2 years

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I LOVE YOU (SJY).

PAIRING: sim jaeyun/jake x fem!reader

GENRES: includes smut (minors dni), heavy angst, hurt no comfort, slowburn, one sided pining, fluff at the end, friends with benefits, classic communication issues trope, university au

WARNINGS: smut, profanity, making out, implied alcohol use, smoking, semi graphic descriptions of smut (fingering, thigh riding, handjobs, cunnilingus, slapping), one line for dirty talk, reader calls jake baby a lot, name calling (bitch and whore directed at someone), jake constantly gets played, made up female character, jake is hopelessly in love with reader (pls get up), reader is a walking red flag invented by park jaeeon, cheating if you squint, one sexual joke lol, other idols have guest appearances (yeonjun of txt, isa / chaeyoung of stayc, mentions karina of aespa), heeseung doesn't talk much i apologise 🙏🏻

SYNOPSIS: in which yn and jake are in a friends with benefits situation. sort of.

WORD COUNT: 9320 words.

PLAYLIST: here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaand it's finally here !!!! this was originally written for itzy which is still published on my ao3 acc , however , i decided to rewrite it for enhypen to get over my writer's block rhksjdjed . i hope you enjoy it regardless <33 the dialogue jake says in june is from richard siken's masterpiece "crush", which i suggest you read because it is a very good book. jake stans this one's for you !!! :DD

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It's September when the papers on the desk slide down to the floorboards: the steel painted blue table is cold against your skin, almost burning you with intensity until Jake pulls you back up to his mouth by your hair, and has you pressed up on the wall just by his bedroom door. Jake's tongue smoothes over the fresh set of hickeys on the nape of your neck, your collarbone, your tits, and your chest bursts with fire with every touch and feel. It gets hotter when he hears the needy whines coming from you and, Oh my god, Jake thinks. I need to kiss her. I need to. Your jeans, that you never got to take off completely, are tangled by your feet and your thoughts stop when Jake slips another finger in, curling it just right.

"Fuck," You glance at the window over at Jake's shoulder, the light of your computer reflecting on the pane as the clock hits 12:00 AM.

"Hm?" Jake hums against you and it sends vibrations throughout your body, enough for him to hit the spot.

"Happy two years, pretty." Jake mumbles when he finally pulls away and puts his fingers in your mouth. The sight alone is enough for him to feel hot and bothered all over again as you suck off the boy's fingers. Jake smiles through his plump lips, smeared by your leftover lip gloss from when you kissed him earlier.

You hop on the beans of your toes as you get your jeans back up. Your bra's still hanging onto one shoulder and your shirt is nowhere to be found. The hickeys on your neck are still fresh and sore, forming hues of purple. Jake hands you his shirt instead. For you to wear and for you to take home to wear. (He sort of hopes you sleep in it too. Hopes you think of him before going to bed.).

You pop a cigarette in your mouth and he lights it up for you, leaning in close. His skin burns as the flame meets the hilt of his thumb and his heart sort of aches when you immediately soothe it with a kiss.

"Happy two years, Jaeyun," You say casually. "Do you have a wish this year?"

"None that I can think of," Jake replies. You watch, blowing smoke as he attempts to shrug a new set of clothes back on, running his hand through his disheveled hair. Out of habit, he moves to brush the strands of hair that might poke your eyes away before tucking it behind your ear delicately.

Jake loves you. Despite that this is always how it goes and not just everytime you celebrate your "friendship" anniversary.

Because with you this is always how it goes.

"Yeah, same," You say. Your eyes are dark and they're focused, playing into his. He knows. For as long as Jake has known you, you've always had one. And it is always a secret.

You always ask him first. So that when it's your turn to be asked, you can pretend. You can say no and end it there. Because that is always how it goes with you. You've got a habit of keeping skeletons in the closet even with your best friend.

But Jake isn't stupid. He always knows what you're up to. It's in the way of how you carry yourself after every fuck, how your eyes seem to lower and darken, how you don't fix up your hair neatly like you always do for school every morning, letting it fall just like that.

(He thinks you're setting up a metaphor for it. Like, you have this prim and perfect picture exterior to outsiders but when night falls, he gets the real you: unpredictable, messy, needy, full of want and unashamed to say it.).

Jake always knows.

He wonders if this is why you don't say anything. Jake wonders if this is why you always seem to hide from him, despite being friends since forever. He wonders why you look at him in ways he knows that would make him feel things, why you're picking up his shirt, helping him put it on, and giving him an open-mouthed kiss before walking out.

The bitter aftertaste settles on his tongue. "Please stay," Jake says. "I love you."

Instead, you hear it as, "Don't smoke and drive."

ii.

It's October and Jake doesn't dress up for Halloween.

But you do, and you are undeniably hot in a skimpy impractical security officer uniform, with a devastating amount of cleavage that Jake wants his mouth on.

Jake had never really planned on going tonight, but he kind of had to, because all his friends were going and you were definitely going. He really wished he hadn't though. His friends are long gone, flirting with the other partygoers left and right, and by the time he has reached the bathroom to pee, he could hear obnoxious loud moans.

He is considering going home and slipping into his bed to watch a movie until you emerge from the crowd of people, looking pretty, hot and sexy as hell. Do not fucking look at her.

But it's no use because you're walking towards him with a devilish smirk tugging on your lips. "Hey, Jae," you say. "C'mere." You smell like fruit punch and alcohol and you're too close for Jake to be at ease.

You promptly push Jake onto the couch, plopping yourself onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs on either side of Jake's. It's hot in the room all of a sudden and Jake's breath hitches in his throat.

You're in public. Where people could see you. You never do anything sexual in public.

"YN," Jake starts. "What are you doing?" His brow furrows, obviously confused.

"Shut up," Your breath is in Jake's ear and it's warm and tingly and enough for the hairs behind his neck to stand. For his cock to twitch in his jeans. Jake finds that his hands are gripping your ass.

Jake moves his head away to look around the room before looking back into your eyes. You have contact lenses on and he feels like falling into it. But he knows that by the time he has, when you approach him on campus tomorrow, you won't remember anything. It's blue and it's powerful and it's pulling him in. He thinks blue suits you. His favourite colour with his favourite girl.

Despite his hazy view of you on top, Jake is about to stop you and ask what you mean until you lace a fistful of his hair in your hands behind his neck and kiss him.

And even though you've kissed a lot, this was extremely different. For so many reasons.

For one, oh my god. You are on his lap, half-naked with your ass in his hands and your tits pressed up close, and Jake actually prays his boner doesn't build up a tent through his jeans. Second, you're in public. And third, you never had sex in public. At least not with him. But now he gets to feel the experience of doing so in your kiss. You are so good. You are so fucking good . Jake knows that you know what you're doing with every soft bite on his bottom lip, every flick and suck of your tongue dancing with his, every moan devoured by him.

He's not so bad himself and he knows it too. You taught him how.

You aren't finished when you start grinding your hips against him and Jake fights every bone in his body to move with you. "Fuck, YN," And it comes out as a hiss rather than a warning. You were too good . Too addicting .

It's even harder when he feels your hand fall back and in between you both, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, palming him through his boxers. "Come on, Jake," You say, but Jake feels like you're pushing him rather than asking. "Do you want this or not?"

So Jake lets you. For a second until he pulls away and is out of breath. His heart hammers inside of his chest and he's quick enough to get ahold of your hand, stopping you.

He moves to get up, pushing you off of his lap and embarrassingly, you stagger on your heels before falling on the couch. You don't say anything. And even though he's confused, you know he's pissed. You are too.

"I don't always want to fuck you, YN,"

"You're so boring," You say.

"And you're drunk," Jake replies, straightening his posture. Because when you got drunk, you were out like a mad woman. Between the two of you, he was the lightweight and that was actually how the two of you became friends; he was sure he could keep up with you the moment Heeseung had introduced the both of you to each other at his last house party, immediately taking an interest in you. Long story short, he liked you and you liked having him for company, and it just snowballed from there.

But for now, his mind is racing and his clothes suddenly feel tight on him—and no, it's not because of his boner—worse, his throat almost chokes up when he hears: "I'm sober."

"I don't care," I do. I care so much. "I can't let you do this."

Suddenly, you get up, your faces in close proximity. Jake feels like it’s just the two of you in the room and if that were the case, he would've already screwed you all over the couch himself.

"You want to fuck me, Jake," You say lowly. Your face is stone cold and it almost feels like you're challenging him. (You are.). "I know you do."

Jake shakes his head. He looks at you and swallows. You almost allow yourself to break down all your walls for him with the way he's staring at you.

"Come on, Jaeyunie," You press, the cute tone hanging off the nickname you give him. "I know you want to." You giggle as you curl your finger around one of his belt loops, tugging him closer.

Your voice knocks him out of his windpipe and it's enough for him to know that he's failed from holding himself back. From getting mad at you.

"I do," Jake manages. "I love you, let's stop this. Let's go home."

But he says it like this: "No, I can’t do this tonight." And turns away, disappearing into the crowd.

iii.

It's November and it's raining.

You're all gathered around your living room, watching a horror movie that Jake knows he won't be paying attention to.

It's dark with all the lights off and it's creepier with the faint sounds of raindrops hitting the backyard's porch. There are only two sources of light, however. One from the television where Scream plays and another is from Jake's dimly lit side where you seemed to be texting under the blankets propped over the both of you.

It's quiet most of the time, except for the occasional bickering from Sunoo, who teases Jay for his reactions, and you look bored throughout the film. Jake is, too.

He is about to lean over and make a funny comment about the scene that was currently rolling on screen but he catches a glimpse of your screen and immediately, he feels guilty for looking. Because right there on your screen are messages between you and god knows who, and a picture of you almost topless.

And suddenly, you excuse yourself, phone in your hand before heading down the hallway to the bathroom. Jake doesn’t move, wondering if you knew he was looking. Instead, he waits and settles that you probably had an emergency to take care of.

It's been fifteen minutes and Jake grows worried. By now, almost everyone has fallen asleep and you still haven't gotten back from the bathroom.

Quietly, Jake tiptoes away from his position and instantly jogs down to the bathroom. It's silent and his heartbeat is loud in his ears; he's not sure why he's nervous. "YN?" He calls out. Nothing.

To his surprise, there's no one inside and the door is unlocked for her to look. It's empty and Jake swallows thickly. Once, twice and third is the hardest as he starts to panic. Where did you go?

Immediately, Jake heads upstairs to search for you in one of the rooms. He heads to yours first and it's locked. "YN?" He questions, knocking on the door. He can hear shuffling and movements, and Jake doesn't know what to think of.

"YN!" He raises his voice slightly, afraid not to wake the others up as he slams his hand against the door. No oxygen. No oxygen. It’s heavy, he's aching, his heart is a mess. Breathe, Jaeyun. Breathe . Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe, Jaeyun. Fucking breathe.

The door swings open and he sees you half-naked in bed. In front of you, is Heeseung shuffling to get his pants up. Jake's eyes dart back and forth and the older boy slides behind him.

You say nothing at all as you sit up and put your hoodie back on.

"Hey, man," Heeseung says, but it comes out as a question. "I actually have to be somewhere else right now. See you, Jake." He's gone before Jake could reply.

Frozen, Jake doesn't say anything. It takes him a moment to process what just happened.

"I—," He starts. There is so much that he wants to say but nothing comes up. He feels dizzy almost and his nail beds are bloodied from piercing them into his skin. He releases when he feels your lips on his.

Your lips are soft and it's sweet, and it's nothing he's used to. He's so confused, god, you were so confusing. "I'm sorry," Jake blurts out, because nevertheless, he still loves you. So much.

"Don't be sorry, baby," You say fondly. "You got me." But I don't , Jake thinks . I don't get you. I can never have you.

His eyes are closed when he allows you to kiss him. To touch him so softly and whisper sweet nothings that he knows he'll never stop thinking about when he pictures your hand as his own when he gets himself off at night.

Jake knows that his friendship with you is unusual. You both know it. You turn up every day if you can, allow him to finger you until you're crying and writhing your hips, let him use your mouth on his cock in return until his entire body is rattling with aftershocks by the time he comes. You seem to get whatever you seem to want from him, and stupidly so, Jake allows you.

He loves you. And you hate him. He knows you do.

Jake breathes hard, and he's kind of embarrassed by how easy it is of him to completely melt under your touch. How easy it is for him to get turned on until he gets so primal, lust clouding his head and pulsing his veins. He suddenly realises your positions have switched as his back hits the duvet and he's tangling his hands into your hair, hands brushing down to tilt your chin and have you look at him in the eyes.

You giggle and teasingly untie the laces of his sweatpants, brushing your fingers softly near the areas Jake wants your hand to touch and more, trailing a teasing path that only makes him needier and harder than he already is. Your hand travels down his abdomen, carefully advancing its way into his boxers as you begin to pump his cock. Hot and spilling with pre-cum in the middle of his hips.

"Please kiss me again," He chokes out. "Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you love me, even if it's just for tonight."

You hear it as: "Fuck, YN. Keep going, please."

It's chaos .

iv.

It's December and you have a boyfriend. And it's every December, every year that you have a boyfriend.

Jake is trying to busy himself with the nape of your neck and the way he breathes fans in your hair like he's tired. He is so tired.

You recognise it and kiss him more intensely, shoving him against the car window. Jake feels it and draws back, the taste of your cherry flavoured lip gloss lingering in his mouth, weighted on his tongue like a stray "I love you" caught between his teeth. You attempt to get Jake back into your hold, your hand sneaking underneath his hoodie, but Jake opens his eyes.

"Come on, Jaeyunie, we only have tonight."

"I don't want to do this anymore." Jake says.

You constantly keep the air conditioner on full throttle and never care about anybody else, except when you take what you want from them, and Jake is so fucking sick of it. You are self-centred and a cunt, and it takes it all out of him to not push you away again when you come leaning forwards, kissing him everywhere and pulling his hoodie up. Selfish, insistent, oblivious, insensitive.

"Can you stop?" Jake says, scooting back to the seat. "I'm so tired of this."

The car engine revs up and the lights flash for a second, igniting color into the dark neighbourhood. You hesitantly step on the gas pedal. "What's wrong, Jake?"

"I'm right here, always," Jake says. "I'm right fucking here, in front of you, next to you, and yet you don't see it. You never think of anyone else, YN. It's always about you."

You drum your fingers against the steering wheel and switch on your turn signal. There's another cigarette hanging on your lips. You drive down the lane and into the main road. You're going to drive in circles and it's a perfectly sick metaphor. (Another one to add in Jake's book.).

When the green lights come on, you pull slowly with the brakes and come to a dead stop at the yellow lights, constantly waiting for the red lights and stop signs so you can reach over the armrest and kiss him again.

"You know that's not true, baby."

"Stop that," Jake reprimands. "You know it is."

You take a drag and exhale out the smoke, not bothering to roll down the windows. You glance behind him in the street among the smoke and briskly pull over. "What the fuck is your problem today?" you ask, turning to him.

"Forget about it." Jake says. His skin stings where you've bruised him with your teeth. Where you've touched him. Where he pretends to say it hurts when he's screwing other girls so they won't touch him there. Won't touch him where you've marked him. He feels sick.

"Do you want to talk or are you going to leave?" You shuffle, rolling down the window and throwing out your cigarette. You're angry, Jake can see it.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Jake finally says. His voice embarrassingly breaks in reaction to the question, making him want to leave, walk away, throw up, and cry. You've barely made it back to the block.

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. "Fucking hell."

"Just answer the question, YN." Jake replies.

"Of course, he's my boyfriend. You're my friend."

"Yeah, no shit, I am!" Jake says a little too loudly, sitting up and staring up at the mirror he's pulled down earlier. He's laughing and it's sour when he says: "God, you weren't kidding when you said you had an amazing sense of humour, were you?"

"Get out." You say. Your voice is so low Jake doesn't recognise you.

Jake pales and he's as white as your knuckles, grip tight on the steering wheel. "What?"

"You heard me, Jake. Get out of my car."

Jake reaches over for a kiss, trying to get you to kiss him again and forget about it. Trying to get you to fuck him over, and all over just like how he does when he fucks you until you both can’t think of anything other than each other's names.

You nod your head. "I gave you two choices. You chose this."

"No, I chose you," Jake seethes, suddenly angry. "I always, always fucking choose you."

"It's not like I asked you to." You snap, closing your eyes. You're too defeated, too tired of Jake's antics.

Heartbeat ringing in his ears, Jake falls back down on his seat. "You're unbelievable," He says. "I can't believe you."

You say nothing at all. It's quiet and it's too long until you turn the car off.

Jake stares at the road ahead of you. "I love you, I didn't mean it," he says.

He says it in this way: he puts his hoodie back on, pulls on the lock and pushes the door open, he gets out and slams it closed.

He cries the whole walk home.

It's still December when you're sprawled all over Chaeyoung's bed, watching the other girl type away her essay due upside down.

"You know, YN, someone called me baby the other day,"

You hum in response. "Yeah?" You ask, sitting up and lying on her stomach. "Who was it?"

"Some boy I kissed at Jimin-unnie's Christmas party."

The Christmas party in question is nothing special, just a gathering of friends at Yoo Jimin's place, at least that's what you remember Jake telling you over the phone. Jimin's Christmas parties were a hit and you knew how crazy it usually went. Her Halloween party that you attended last month too (the same one where you and Jake had a confrontation, the one that you remember, the one that always replays at the back of your head), proved how truly popular the girl was.

Parties were usually your setting. You hung out with most of the popular crowds for this reason. You liked going out, dressing up and having the adrenaline rush kick in your body's system as the loud music booms in your ears and colourful lights wash over you and a bunch of other dancing bodies. You lied to Jake on the phone, laying out those reasons for your shitty excuse not to go. Besides, you weren't really interested in partying and dancing after what happened that night with him. You learn from Sunoo the next day that Jake didn't go either.

"Well," You start. "Jake calls me baby too." You say it like it's nothing and Chaeyoung immediately turns around.

Chaeyoung looks like she's choking down a laugh until she realises you're not following it up with something else. "Like, as a joke right?"

You stop drawing invisible stars on the girl's bed sheets, delaying a response. "Jake calls me baby. Only he calls me that," Your voice lowers down to a whisper, so fragile that it breaks. (A crack in the walls.). "I do too. When we're fucking around."

Chaeyoung blinks at you. "But you're his friend."

"I am. We're friends," You reply, sighing. "I know that."

"Well, if one of you likes the other—I'm assuming it's the both of you , by the way," Chaeyoung hesitates with the way you're blatantly staring at her. "Why won't either of you say anything about it?"

"Because I can't do that. We're strictly friends. You know me, Chae, I can't just change what we have. It's a bit more complicated than that." You're frustrated and you know you have no right to be for the way you've treated him. For the way you're still treating him. It's not complicated, you think. He's a teenage boy and you're a girl.

You're LN YN.

You always had things figured out.

Girls are always supposed to have the upperhand with these kinds of things. You learned this the hard way when Chaeyoung had called you during graduation night in high school when she had let her guard down and had a boy shatter her. You’ve always been protective of her; the same kind of energy had channelled into the way you’ve had your situationships, never spilling more than you let on.

You sit in silence for a few more seconds and Chaeyoung clears her throat, saying she has to get back to her work. Before you allow her to continue, you say: "I'll say it. I'll tell him I love him too."

You pronounce it as, "I'll be off. Good luck on your assignment, take a break when you can." before getting your stuff, heading out the door and downstairs, and finally leaving.

It's January when Jake opens the front door and sees that you're parked on his driveway, leaning against your car. You both stay a good ten feet away from each other until you say: "Happy New Year, baby."

And Jake smiles, falling in love all over again, feeling ecstatic with the sudden rush of euphoria in his body. It's the summer-like smile, warm and nice, that shows you're being sincere. You walk over to him and tug him down by balling his white shirt into your fist, kissing him and smiling.

"YN," Jake says. There's an edge in his voice that makes him feel unsure, despite wanting you then and there. "People can see us. We're in public."

The smile on your face widens and it makes Jake's heart hurt. God, she is so beautiful.

"Let them see. I don't care." You kiss and kiss, Jake pulling firmly on your shirt (his shirt) until you push yourself onto him and he walks you backwards into the house. Jake manages to kick the door shut with his shoe, mouth still on you as he drives you to the edge.

"Jake," You say as he runs his hands up your back, clutching you close to his chest. His heart. His face, pressed into the comforting skin between your neck and collarbone.

"Yeah," He says, more like a sigh.

You don't remember what you were going to say. " Shit , Jake, I—,”

Jake has his thigh locked in between your legs, pressing onto your core. The scene between you two is prodded perfectly against his warm skin. You can't think. You can't think at all.

Jake feels you grinding your hips up and down, rubbing your clothed cunt excruciatingly slow on his thigh and right over his crotch which earns him a mewl from you. Your eyes are closed, and your fingers have found its way under his shirt, nails clawing into his back.

"Jesus Christ, YN ."

Your eyes flutter slowly, and you see Jake appearing more flustered than you've previously seen him. His eyes are filled with astounding desire. "Shut up and kiss me," You say.

And because Jake loves you, he does. Over and over and over again.

vi.

It’s February and there are roses and pink balloons everywhere. It's Valentines' Day.

There are couples kissing and holding hands in the hallway and all Jake can do is lean by his locker and watch. But not in a creepy, stalkerish way, in a way that he sort of pictures you and him like that, and pretend that you both could be like normal people and have a normal relationship.

He's about to turn away when he sees you. You, hand in hand, with your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. His best friend.

You walk right past him, not batting an eye at him; not even a smile. Because this is always how it goes. It's always like this with you.

You were expressionless yet Jake could see right through the façade, and he knows that the reason why you never look at him is because the moment you do, you lose.

Jake prays to his lucky stars that you do. Because he loves you. God , does he love you. He always will.

It's still February. It's raining again.

You're over.

You've been over a lot recently, every other day, every Friday. Not to fuck though, which Jake finds weird. Usually, you only ever come over to: A) Fuck each other's brains out and have him fuck you until you're sore in all places, and B) Make him cry; whether the context is him hopelessly trying to get you to fall for him or to abruptly leave to "have to be somewhere else", knowing you say it like that to try and not to hurt his feelings. Jake never knows. You only ever come over for your sexual arrangements and nothing more.

He prompts himself to think nothing of it, taking it as a good, little surprise for himself, and asks you if you wanted to do anything specific.

"It's your house," You say casually, sliding your phone into your back pocket. "Do you wanna do anything tonight?"

Jake stares at you, reading your face and looks for any signs that show disinterest. You smile, warm and tingly that it's fuzzy in Jake's stomach, as if to let him know that you'll stay regardless.

Another surprise: you make an effort and allow him to make an offer without implying a second.

Jake declares tonight is different and asks you if you want to watch a movie, to which you respond "yes" before suggesting that you head to Jake's bedroom once the movie ends.

So tonight is different, indeed. Tonight he has you cuddled up to one of his plushies on the couch with five metres to spare as Patch Adams plays on the screen. You're not touching, in any way, because you intricately hold yourself off from Jake unless it's in a state of undress, positioning your bodies so that non-sexual contact is non-existent.

It hurts only a little.

You both are friends but that is never how it is between you and him. Truthfully, it hurts.

Halfway through the movie, you have fallen asleep while Jake stays awake to finish as he watches Patch graduate to receive his Doctor of Medicine and bow to his professors and the audience. Occasionally, his eyes dart over to you, whose breathing is quiet and beautiful as your chest rises and falls with your hair sprawled messily on the pillows.

He wants to reach out, hold your hand, touch you, and fit into the perfectly good space between the two of you and lay his head on your shoulder, because, logically speaking, you have had your tongue on his dick and Jake has reciprocated with his on the apex of your clit, and you've seen each other naked countless of times, and all of your fingers have mapped out the pleasures of the others' genitals, but it doesn't work that way.

Jake knows it. For a long time, since the day he has agreed to this illicit affair that you have proposed, he has.

But you're right there, asleep next to him, and the love bite on your collarbone isn't from him, so there’s no point in keeping score.

Jake falls asleep a little later, the words, "Please love me like I do with you," on his lips.

In the morning, it comes off as him cooking breakfast for the two of them and you walking up to him to give him a kiss. You both know where this is going and he lets it happen.

vii.

It's March, and you're over again.

Mostly for good things.

You sometimes do homework together, cook dinner and breakfast together, depending if you stay over, watch Netflix when there's nothing tolerable on the television, and talk about other things that aren't about asking if the other could cum or not.

Jake isn't used to this, but it is something he could get used to. A few weeks ago and years before that, there were rules, obvious rules that you had laid out right from the start.

You still have sex. Just not all the time. It's every Friday that you plan out all the things for you to do other than sex. It's every Friday that you're over at Jake's house to do couple-y stuff and it makes Jake laugh. She has a boyfriend , he reminds himself. You're just a friend. His feelings don't matter to you.

Sometimes Jake wonders if you only ever see him as somebody to screw, nothing more than a fuckbuddy , telling him you're friends just to keep him around. He's not delusional, of course. He could be if he wanted to, or tried, but he also knows that you can't love him like he does and that's okay.

So right now, you're sitting by the kitchen counter, working on some English assignment. There isn't a lot of work going on, to be honest. You've been playing footsie under the table for the past hour, smiling until your cheeks are rosy and until eye smiles have come out of hiding.

It stops when Jake's phone vibrates to the tune of his ringtone, the default iPhone melody; it's distracting and he has no choice but to take it.

"Hello?" He asks into the phone.

You watch as Jake goes from unsure, nail biting, eyes darting to you for approval of some sort, and finally away to lips parted slightly, blush cheeks and bright smiles.

"I guess, I'll see you then." Jake says, tapping his nails on his textbook. He lets out a laugh before ending.

You don't skip a beat. "Who was that?"

"Jiyoon from—, "

"Dance? Yeah, I know her. She’s a bitch."

"She's pretty chill." Jake replies, eyes squinting as he fixates on the polaroid taped on the wall above his desk.

"Is she really?" You say. You haven't looked away, not once, and it makes Jake slightly nervous.

"Well, how do you know she's a bitch?" Jake quips. "She's actually nice, you know. She hugs me whenever she says hi."

You snort. "That's because she likes you, Jake. Like, romantically."

"What is going on with you?" Jake gets straight to the point. Whether you know it or not, he did notice all the staring from when he was on the phone. It's sort of pissing him off that you're getting so hostile about it when you literally have a boyfriend of your own.

"You're going to her stupid party then, aren't you?" You ask. By now, you've turned your chair to the side, your leg crossing over the other and closing your notes to talk.

"She invited me, of course,"

"And how do you know her?"

Jake laughs. He laughs because you're being ridiculous. He feels like he's sitting for interrogation by his older brother after he caught him coming back home at the dead of night at 3 am once.

"She lives on the next block, YN. We were friends in high school. She's nice to me and she's a good person." Jake shifts in his seat to return to his assignment, hoping you would drop it.

But you aren't finished. Jake can feel you burning holes in your head and the intense clicking from your pen is slowly getting to him.

You're asking too many questions: "Have you seen her?" , "Don't you know that she almost broke my leg during practice because she wanted the center position?" , "Do you really want to go?" Shut up. Shut up. Shut up . Each of them, and he knows you're only doing it to get to him.

And finally: "Are you going with her because you want to know what else she's good at, Jake?"

"Can't you just," Jake harshly slides his chair back, the steel leg screeches against the tiles of his marble floor. "Can't you just leave it alone?"

When he looks up, you're sitting up with your thighs pressed together, hands by your sides as you lean forwards inquisitively. Eyes mirroring each other, Jake stares you down.

"Don't fucking do this to me, YN," His hand curls into a fist, the corner of the notebook page crumpled under his touch. "You've got a boyfriend, don't you? Stop putting your nose in my business."

"It's my business too," You stand, towering over him, your palm flat on the surface of the table while the other rests on the arm of his chair. Your faces, just a few inches away. You breathe hard, your hand curls into a tight fist to keep you from losing it. The paper almost tears apart just by the way you've scrunched it.

(Your walls begin to crumble.).

You can feel Jake's heavy breaths, chest heaving at you, and your heart picks up its pace when his eyes fall on your lips.

"Baby," You start. You can hear his heartbeat racing. Your cells are going insane, screaming at you to kiss him. To touch him. To tell him. But you can’t do that; not when you've already done enough damage to ruin each other. Done enough to ruin him. "Jaeyun. Jake."

"I love you." Jake finally says, his voice barely above whisper.

To you, you hear it as: "We're done studying tonight. Go home, YN." So you do.

He breaks a few minutes later after you leave, locked in his bedroom, crying into his pillows.

viii.

It's April and it's the party.

Jake regrets going.

He's with Jiyoon, who hasn't gone a single minute without trying to impress him. It's nice and he appreciates it, but she’s trying so hard that it's almost embarrassing. But whatever, it's fun. Her party is fun and he tries to forget about her constantly acting cute to enjoy himself. He isn't trying to be an asshole but he always found it uncomfortable when girls around him do not understand the concept of boundaries, which is kind of hypocritical of him to think about because there is absolutely none of that when it comes to the both of you.

It doesn’t really bother him that she's sort of stiff with her dancing, but the music is good and easy to settle in a groove, so he lets her guide him to the makeshift dance floor where he thinks he can see you pressing up to Heeseung and tries not to look your way, trying not to get his heart broken again.

It doesn’t bother him.

He ends up indulging in five more cups of pineapple mimosas and a last minute glass of vodka to top everything all off, because why not?

And he's on the dance floor with Jiyoon, guiding her hips to some new pop song that's currently blaring on the speakers, his hand resting on the small of her back, feeling every movement at once. It makes sense. It's a party and she's enjoying herself. They both are.

What doesn't make sense is how you and your boyfriend have moved a few inches closer to him, dark eyes analysing every movement. Jake knows you're doing this to rile him up, and it's working enough for him to piss you off too.

You're annoyed.

You wanted nothing more than to yank that bitch off of him and be the one who's dancing with him. But you know you can't so instead, you bring your hand up to the back of Heeseung's neck, and it's like he knows what you're trying to do when he presses his lips to your jawline and starts kissing, sucking and biting, travelling lower to the base of your neck. You can feel him smirk when a moan escapes your mouth. You've noticed Jiyoon has turned to your direction to see why Jake seems to be distracted. You fight back a taunting smile.

Heeseung's hand snakes around your waist before resting it on the small of your back, pressing your bodies together which immediately makes you grind your hips against him as you burn your gaze into Jake's. It feels good, you won't lie.

He tears away when Jiyoon turns away from you, flustered, leaving you triumphant. Good .

The next time you look back at them, Jake is no longer to be found. Instead, Jiyoon has found someone else to dance with, and probably take back to her room. Called it .

You're not drunk. Not even close. You haven't had anything since you arrived, agreeing with Chaeyoung, who dragged you here in the first place, that the alcohol was cheap shit.

It's a few minutes later (minutes, not moments. You're not pretentious.) when you feel a hand on your wrist, dragging you away from Heeseung, not bothering to excuse you. You get into the first room Jake decides.

"Clothes off, now."

You rebuff. "I was busy with my boyfriend,"

"I don't give a shit," His voice sounds deeper than usual and you wonder if it's because you've actually managed to make him mad.

Jake ignores you and shuts the door behind you, pushing you against the wall and touching you everywhere while leaving open mouthed kisses by your jawline.

"You say we're friends and yet you pull up some bullshit stunt every chance you think is good for you." He says in between.

"Good for me, good for you, same thing," He doesn't even meet your eyes, looking everywhere as he pulls the back strings of your top, letting it fall to the ground.

"Did you want her to be me tonight?"

He still doesn't look at you as he gets on his knees and pulls your shorts down. "No."

You roll your eyes against your will as Jake sucks on your clit without warning, your hand immediately tugging on the boy's hair, having his face nuzzle closer.

"Don't lie to me—fuck—You and I both know why we're constantly in the same place," A moan slips out, and you can feel the ghost of the boy's smirk on you. You don't say anything else, too out of it to tell him to stop.

You don't have to tell Jake because he knows. Jake knows your body more than anything. Knows your games and the way your mind works.

Jake doesn’t respond and does exactly what he never thought of doing. He adjusts his position, swings your leg over his shoulder, and raises his hand enough to collide with your cunt, where the pain immediately warms up to your pleasure. The slap resonates within the room and it earns him a gasp.

"Watch your mouth, baby," You writhe against the firm grip that Jake has on your hips. "You don't want everything to be ruined now, do you? That's what you always say to me."

"What kind of game are you playing?"

Jake doesn't reply and dives back in between your legs, this time much rougher than earlier, sucking on your clit while his only other thought was how the girl who asked him to come must be trying to look for him now, and he knows exactly how long it will take her to search every room until she finds her own and sees you completely at his mercy. This was the kind of game he knew you would play if your places were switched, if he had a girlfriend that wasn't you.

"I always want to fuck you, Jake. If that's what's getting you worked up. And I have been for two years," You manage as you feel him insert two digits inside you. "What else would you want?"

Jake can tell he's got you all to himself by the way you gasp to fight back another moan that's threatening to spill from your lips, by the way you sink your chipped manicures into his scalp as he draws whimpers and whines out of you, never stopping as he leads you to your orgasm.

Your voice mocks him. Teasing, challenging, driving him insane. "You. I love you," Jake lets out.

You hear it as, "Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use. Get on your knees, baby."

ix.

It's May.

You don't have a boyfriend.

Jake only knows this upon eavesdropping on your conversation with one of your previous special friends , Choi Yeonjun. The guy's rash, definitely more of your speed, and much cooler than him if he wants to be honest. He doesn't know the full story, sort of just finds out about it by himself, but basically, you two have hooked up for a few months, until Yeonjun realised he was falling for someone and broke off the affair. And five months later, Jake had just moved into town.

A cute story, he guesses, or whatever. But it makes Jake feel twisted, remembering that you've been with other guys, have called other guys baby , and have kissed them where you've kissed him. It's practically the same with everyone.

He wonders, though. Wonders if he's the first guy you have managed to keep around. Wonders if you fuck anyone else behind his back, other than your boyfriend. Wonders if you have ever had a boyfriend during your affairs with other people, or if you were just plainly into fucking him over specifically.

But he's right behind the school building, supposedly here to pick you up, the pungent smell of smoke gravitating under his nose and whirls of curses means that you have company.

The crackle of the cancer stick is faint but it doesn't drown your husky tone when you say: "Shit's stressful."

Yeonjun snorts, backing against his shiny motorcycle. "Trouble in paradise, lover girl?"

"Now, why say it like that. You make me gag."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Whatever," You stand before the flagpole, left hand tucked away in your (Jake's) denim jacket's pocket, dominant hand flicking ashes onto the ground. "But yeah, there's something of the sort."

Yeonjun's eyes sparkle with obvious mischief. "Do tell, LN YN."

You roll your eyes. "Broke up with him. Found out some whore was leeching off of him. Felt like the right thing to do."

Jake doesn't mean to intrude, and he hadn't meant to stay either. He didn't know you broke up with Heeseung, but then again you never really tell him about anything related to that. He hasn't spoken to the older boy in weeks either. But he hears his name in between and now he's all too interested to hear what you have to say about him when he isn't around.

"Wait, what?" Yeonjun interrupts. "I thought you were going to tell me about Jake."

"What about Jaeyun?"

"So we're on a first-personal-name basis with the secret lover now? You weren't like this with me, YN," All out of it, Yeonjun stomps the cigarette with his boot, aggressively digging its grave.

"Oh, shut up," You laugh incredulously. "Where did you even get that idea from?"

"You're so," Yeonjun trails off. "Here's a little bit of spice—do you like him or something? Is the LN YN finally retiring from her cock parade?"

You scoff. "Idiot."

Yeojun ignores your comment. "Do you?"

You don't answer. The ego lies in your throat like the suspense of a bullet in Russian roulette, steadily pulling the trigger. Jake breathes, never letting go.

Say it.

Then it strikes him sharply, tearing the barriers of his heart apart. "I don't. He's just someone."

Yeonjun stares, his pierced eyebrow raised. "A friend?"

Of course.

"No," You say quickly. "I mean, yes. But no."

"You're whistling in the wind here. What is he to you exactly?"

You sigh exasperatedly. Jake doesn’t get why you have to ponder on it so much. You usually just say you're friends and move on.

"He's a friend that I fuck whenever I feel like it,"

"Meaning," Yeonjun is looking at you like you have all the answers to solve every problem there is in the world, waiting for you to unfold them.

"Friends with benefits, are you slow?"

"Fuck off."

You shrug, toying with the grey lighter in your hands, lighting it every fifteen (Yes, fifteen. It's been your favourite number recently.) seconds and burning its flame into the rusting steel behind you.

"YN," Yeonjun starts again.

"What," You look up at him, clearly done with the topic.

"Reality check right now," Yeonjun pressed. "You have feelings for him and you have no idea how to tell him, so you keep stringing him around at a distance enough for you to control it."

You take a puff, taking in the kill. "Don't be delusional." You exhale.

"Delusional because I'm right, aren't I?"

"Just drop it already." You snap.

Yeonjun raises his hands defensively, nodding his head as if to say he's letting the topic go. It's quiet again.

Jake tries to figure out if you've been quiet like this before, stuck driving in circles and telling people to get out of your car, sending them home crying. Or if he had been the first for everything. Maybe this whole time he'd been the one complicating things.

You seem to put yourself in similar situations, Jake notes.

Jake decides he's heard enough. It's enough and it's all he ever hears anyway. He's a friend . You're friends. This is always how it goes with you, despite everything.

You with your dumb (pretty) hair colour, cold dark eyes, rocking your (his) dumb signature denim jacket with your dumb cherry flavoured lipgloss that makes him weak, you who parades around town with guys fawning over you, you who gives them little to no attention at all, and you who picks one of the lucky ones to be your conquests before screwing them over.

You are selfish and you never try.

Jake chases down with your hair flowing against his cheeks to kiss away what dried wetness remains, and eventually crashes alongside you after you get off of him, breathless.

It's June.

The euphoria, however, is short-lived, and you eventually stand and rush awkwardly to pick up your clothes, and get dressed. “You wanted me to go rougher than usual, are you okay?” Jake calls. He knows, he knows that you know. He hopes at least.

“Everything's great,” You say, shimmying into your shorts. “I need to get home, though. It's my turn to cook tonight. My dad isn't home again.”

Jake reaches for a kiss and you don't pull away. He keeps on kissing you, his wet mouth chasing the corner of where your lips would flick upwards into a smile that he's fallen for.

Jake pulls away frowning, sliding your bra strap up your shoulder, and helping you put on your (his) hoodie. He says, "I love you, I'm sorry. He wasn't worth it. I'm sorry that you had to take the things you love and tear them apart, or pin them down with your body and pretend that they're yours forever."

And you haven't moved, you're frozen, and Jake's kissed you, and he knows you'll never forgive him for showing you such vulnerability, for getting past all your thorns, and maybe now, you will leave him alone.

To everyone else, most importantly to you, it comes out as, "Good night, YN. Get home safe."

xi.

It's July, and Jake kisses Jiyoon for the first time.

It's unplanned, really. He hadn't meant to but it was a spur in the moment with the picture of your smile and mischievous dark eyes in his head. He's always thinking of you.

But you haven't called or texted since that night and he's scared he might've done so much.

He does, however, kiss her. It happens because things are easy with Jiyoon. It's easy to laugh. It's easy to be happy. It took him a long time to get there, but he tried, tried, and tried.

So, to cut a long tale short, he wants to forget the fact that he messed it up with you and decides that this girl sitting next to him would be the perfect person to start over with.

Jake promises himself that it will be simple, uncomplicated. Everything is simple with Jiyoon. He's nervous (not because he likes her—he doesn't—at least, not like that. Which he feels guilty about since he started seeing similarities with you but whatever.). When she turns to him, he's drumming up the courage to reach over the seat and kiss her (like he would with you.).

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jiyoon ponders, her fingers sluggishly tapping the steering wheel, her brows pinched together in worry. Her eyes are dark, alluring, familiar, Jake thinks. Just pretend they're YN's and fucking kiss her, you idiot.

Jake moves in a little closer, trying to latch onto the belief that he can see those familiar hues in Jiyoon's eyes. He licks his lips, recalls the moments with you, and inhales slowly.

"Jake?" Jiyoon asks, perplexed and befuddled, as Jake places his hand on the head of her seat and moves perilously close. "What are you doing?"

And it's there. He takes control with a forced smile pressed against her mouth, snaking his hand around her neck and pulling her close.

Her eyes are closed when he flutters his open and he sees it. Out through the foggy window, he sees you. Your figure fades away when Jiyoon pulls away, and he realises he's stopped kissing her.

"You're a good kisser, Jake."

He pulls away with regret, reality hitting him, and feeling his skin flush. "I'm sorry, I can't—,"

Jake wishes he could go back in time and undo the previous twenty seconds of his life the minute his heart leaps into his throat and he sees the comfortable colour of blue.

"This was a mistake, I'm sorry."

He grabs his phone on the dashboard, unlocks the door, gets out and heads home.

xii.

It's August.

It's dark out, and Jake is in your room.

You called him over.

There's fire in just the right places, in your touch cautious on his ribcage, in your mouth asking sweetly on Jake's, in the tepid cooling fins from the vents, turned to just the right power.

You don't have sex with him. Jake softly kisses you on the mouth. It's not your birthday. It's the month you and him met at Heeseung's party. It's not even an occasion to be celebrated. (Unless, you're fucking cheesy then sure.). It's not what people do unless they're in a relationship, but with you, he's found that there are a lot of things a person could do with no strings attached.

You take a step back, partially to catch your breath and half to check the time. The digits are slightly obscured by Jake's fluffy head of hair, but they're still: 12:17 AM.

"It's that night," Jake whispers.

You kiss Jake's cheek, jaw, and bottom lip with your lip glossed, kiss-mouthed smile. "Yeah, it is." You untangle yourself from Jake carefully, as if you have all the time in the world.

You have a lot of things. A lot of secrets, unsaid promises, sacred thoughts he knew that could kill you inside. Jake thinks about this a lot.

"Do you think we still would've met if it weren't for that party?" You wonder aloud, sliding under your covers.

Jake leans his cheek against the head of the bed, cold steel scarring his skin, face turning to you. He's in deep thought as he drums his fingers on the grey pillows.

"Maybe," He finally makes up his mind, a goofy smile on his face. "I actually have a secret."

"Sounds interesting." You say, smiling. You move to your nightstand to tug on the switch of your night lamp open awkwardly as the last street light outside your window goes off, so as to not pull your left hand away from Jake.

"Leaving me again? This is your house, you know." He jokes.

"Shut up. I need the light," You curl back into the position you were in a few minutes prior, sliding under the duvet next to the boy. "I can't see your face."

Jake chews his lower lip and suppresses a grin. Adoration. It's crystal clear from him.

"Would you want me to know?" You ask. Jake's heart pounds, the last summer rain falls, you soothe him with circles from your thumb.

"I think so," Jake says. You kiss him on the mouth, pure and warm, encouraging him.

And Jake loves you. Nevertheless, since, until.

"I love you." Jake says.

You smile.

It doesn't sound like anything else.

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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A monster's high

this is just word vomit, i didn't want it to collect spiderwebs in my docs so im putting it out there for someone to read.

pairing: witch!gn!reader x werewolf! Johnny Soap MacTavish

word count: 1.2k

tags: supernatural elements, hybrids/demons and shit, suggestive themes, 3rd person pov, no use of y/n, they/them pronouns, no physical descriptions, poc friendly, reader is referred to as Darling

warnings: smoking + drinking

summary: au where soap finally takes his little witch friend, Darling, to a monster party to meet his pack.

a/n: inspired by this soap playlist.

Initially, he didn’t want to take them along with him this soon, no matter how fun he told them it was. Simply because he was worried it would be too much for their little human body to handle. You see, soap’s a werewolf and it’s in his nature to be possessive and protective of those who he considers his. And he doesn't want anything to hurt or break his favourite little human witch.

But lately, he really wants Darling to meet his friends, the guys he considers his own little pack, and wants nothing more than for Darling to get along with his little pack.

One fine evening, soap barges into Darling’s place, carrying many bags with him, making Darling confused and slightly worried.

“What are those?”

“Clothes and shoes, you’re coming out with me tonight t’meet my pack.”

“Tonight?!”

The werewolf tells Darling that the parties they attend are only for monsters, but the invitation can stretch to humans too if they’re attending with monsters and are looked after the said monster to avoid accidents. After all, monster parties are louder, the drinks are stronger and the ambience is so much more overwhelming than any human parties due to the magic coating the air like thick fog.

That night soap helps his little witch to get dressed up, picking them outfits and accessories and doing their hair, but without forgetting to scent them before stepping outside.

They end up walking through a thick dark forest, hand in hand, leading them to an abandoned hospital building. Darling was confused but Soap was grinning, “We’re here.”

Darling let Soap drag them inside the dark and abandoned building, and walk down a set of stairs towards a dark corridor with one single closed door at the end.

“Are you ready?” Soap turned to darling.

Darling frowned, there were no noises, no music, no talking or laughing, it was dark and silent. Was this a joke?

“Uhm, where’s the party, Johnny?”

“Right here!” Soap grinned, pointing at the shut door.

“Okay, lead the way.” Darling shrugged and let out a giggle when Soap placed a quick kiss on the corner of their mouth.

“You hold my hand, and don’t let go, aye?”

“Hmm, okay.”

When Soap opened the door, a wave of loud noise and absolute heat and colours slapped Darling in the face, making them step back and squint their eyes shut at the onslaught. Luckily Soap stood in front of them, shielding them and still holding onto their hand tightly.

“Come on, love.” Soap gave them a fangy grin and pulled them forward and Darling shivered when the door slammed shut by itself behind them.

The said party was huge, the space was massive and she could spot more stairs, more doors, more rooms and so, so many monsters and some humans here and there. The place was dark, illuminated by dancing colourful lights. And the ground was vibrating with the bass of the music.

Darling’s eyes were reflecting the ever-changing colours in the air, staring at the dancing monsters and how they seemed to so easily meet their eyes regardless of the lack of lights. They felt somehow exposed, naked, stared at like a new shiny toy, ready to be chewed and spat back out.

Soap pulled them forward when they got distracted by a woman with bright yellow eyes and red hair, black cat ears on her head as she danced and licked her lower lip as if readying herself to devour a meal.

Darling shivered and focused their eyes on Soap’s back, where his tramp tattoo could be seen. Tonight Soap decided to wear a tight-cropped tank top and a pair of low-rise baggy jeans. He also wore his eyebrow piercing tonight and accompanied it with rings and a combination of silver necklaces and a thick choker. He looked so pretty tonight, he always looks pretty but tonight he looked prettier, more himself and ready for trouble.

Darling gave a gentle squeeze to his hand in adoration, which made Soap turn around, “Good?” he shouted over the loud music.

Darling nodded, with a smile on their face and Soap mirrored their smile, “Come on, it’s right around the corner.”

And Soap was right, they only had to push through more bodies and they climbed up another flight of stairs, turned left and were in a smaller sized room with a huge balcony. Soap dragged them straight to the balcony with multiple lounge chairs. And they held their breath when sharp eyes landed on them.

Darling suppressed a shiver when Soap waved at his friends with a wide grin. And for the first time, since they changed to go out, they felt shy in the outfit soap picked out for them to wear. Darling was wearing a ridiculously small t-shirt, that was tight and left a huge chunk of their midriff naked, a pair of small jean shorts with a thong underneath (soap was very adamant they’d wear one to match him) and a pair of chunky platform ankle boots. As for accessories, Soap picked out the same choker he was wearing for them, just in a different colour, and some arm warmers.

To say the least, they looked cute and more naked than dressed. But it wasn’t their outfit that made them feel shy and exposed, it was just how many eyes were on them and how intense they were looking at them, practically eating them up.

“Darling, this is my pack. That’s John, Konig, Horangi, Alejandro & Rudy. Guys this is Darling, be nice.” Soap introduced and Darling frowned, they knew that Soap’s pack is bigger than this, so where were the rest of the guys?

“I’ll get you something t’drink and find the rest, stay here.” Soap said, holding their shoulders and giving them a kiss on the forehead before leaving. Darling stood frozen, in front of the five men without saying anything.

“Come here, Darling. We don’t bite.” A man with big dark green wings said, smoke and fire spilling through his lips. Darling bit their lower lip and walked up to the man, sitting on the two-person lounge chair, their thighs touching and his huge wings were spread out, behind the chair.

Darling shivered when a cold gust of wind hit their legs and John brought one of his wings next to their arm, shielding their body from the wind. “Thank you.” They said, shyly looking up at the big man.

John grinned, “No worries, lovey.”

Darling watched with awe as the man winked at them, noticing the yellow glow his brown eyes had. “So… You’re a dragon hybrid?”

“Yes I am, and you’re a witch.” He said with a grin, taking a sip of his beer.

Darling turned to look at the four other men and their cheeks heated up when they simultaneously smirked at them, well, they couldn’t see the faces of two men but they could see their eyes, and knew they were smirking under their dark masks.

“So what type of monster is he?” Darling asked John, tilting their chin towards the tallest man out of all of them, with a loose mask on his head.

“Ask him.” John leaned forward, his hot breath hitting their neck.

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astronomodome · 1 year

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Alright I was asked to make a list of all the The Garages songs I associate with life series things so I have done that

A few notes:

Songs are in no particular order (mostly just sorted by album as I was going through listening to them all)

All song titles (in color) are links to the respective songs, so you can listen to them :3

These songs are all worth listening to but my absolute favorites are marked in orange

Let me know what you think! I’ve been waiting so long to talk extensively about this :)))))) <- going to explode

list is below the cut because this got loooong

Astro Astronomodome’s Garages Life Series Playlist:

Eyes in the Dark- *gestures vaguely* how am I gonna live with these eyes in the dark when they’re following me around and they’re following you around 👍 and there’s nowhere you can go that they’re not there 👍

Jaylen Hotdogfingers Settles The Score- limited life winner martyn in thy little wood I am so normal about you <- lie

Godspeed- TIES sending off Skizz… see you space cowboy

Curse of Crows- third life grian-core, you know, when he was green and couldn’t actually kill but he and scar were going around being vaguely threatening. You could maybe use the crows in this as a metaphor for red life scar. Also birds

Relief Pitcher (Leave It On The Field)- Extremely strong vibes but I’m not sure of what. Maybe last life martyn? In the final battle? Idk. Maybe every martyn. I ljke him. (anyway this song changed my brain chemistry permanently so it deserves a place in the list regardless)

rooting for you- I’m delusional, bdubs is a species of plant, and ethubs is wlw. what is a nature wives

we had a season- ok this is THE desert duo song. No song will ever end of double life we’ve-spent-so-much-time-dancing-around-each-other-and-now-we-have-nothing-left-but-each-other desert duo as hard as this song. I have a very detailed AMV in my head of this so you know I’m right. It’s even a duet… ‘we had a season, we had a year/between when I died and when I reappeared’ (there’s almost exactly a year between grian’s last third life episode and scar’s first double life episode. I checked for this reason specifically and it killed me instantly) PLEASE just listen to this one ‘I had my reasons, I had my fears/I had my pride (I still had tears in my eyes as I died)’

dead ringer- just as the previous song is The desert duo song, this is The red king ren song. It slaps and the vibes are perfect. ‘my skin is made of energy, my blood is made of fire/I am what will happen when your best-made plans backfire’

hexed- very much post-3rd life watcher grian. pretty self-explanatory

The Alternate- ‘I’m new but I’ve seen so much/I’m old but I was not there’ do I even need to say it. Gem-as-Cleo and Lizzie-as-Pearl (‘I’ve done this once before’)

gamer grindset- yeah this is The Life Series Joel Song. you can fight me on this but you don’t have to because I know I’m right

a leap of faith- reminds me of scar. nothing in particular it just has similar vibes

haunted- ok now this is a Real watcher grian kind of song. ‘my body is a temple/for the gods of other men/wielded as a weapon by foes I swore I’d never be again’ ok. edgy bird moment

she’s dead and i’m someone else- this one requires some interpretation but I’ve always seen it was team BEST mourning the loss of bdubs. However it could also be applied to almost every ten in the life series that lost a member early lol

Mike Townsend (feels the shadows call)- specifically last life shadow alliance martyn but any martyn in general fits. he’s having a bad time

INCINERATE- just like. Being on your red life in general and the bloodlust and manic energy that brings. 😛 (edit after the finale: OKAY I KNOW THERES SO MANY LIMITED LIFE MARTYN SONGS BUT THIS IS ALSO ONE OF THEM ‘I know how to win this/I don’t need to play your games/I’m just gonna dance now/I’ll show you how to deal with pain’ ‘every day’s getting worse and we’re starting to choke/‘cause the water in the air is getting stuck in our throats’ LIKE COME ON MAN)

Sidelined- limited life skizz you will always be famous ‘am I just another wash-out/am I damned to go out swinging/I can’t hear you from the dugout/is there anyone else singing for me’ I am singing! I am singing for you skizzleman!!!!!!!!!

Firewalker With Me- the song. The myth. The legend. It’s just such a great song and it’s about life series grian’s curse of killing the people he cares most about. Grian is a parker if you think about it <- mentally ill (special note- ‘nobody deserves to be called a curse/but if you’re gonna resist I’m happy to make things worse’ is grian accidentally getting jimmy final-killed first in limited life btw)

We’ve Got History- not to be that guy but desert duo. Ok

New Year, Same Me- martyn.

The Return- the start of a new life series! Seeing old friends again! Missing friends who couldn’t make it (cough cough martyn missing ren in limited life cough cough)! Playing the game! Living and loving despite the horrors!

A Horrible Mistake We Will Make Again And Again- grian grian grian. Grain. The bird boy. Also easily one of my favorite Garages song titles. ‘If I don’t know the limits, how am I gonna break them?/If you think that we’re kidding well then you’re sorely mistaken’

The First Ain’t The Last- canary curse activated! Honestly the entirety of this album is just the average life series lmao ‘and one day you’ll wake up/and from the ashes a phoenix will rise/and she’ll hit like a champ/and burn out bright before your eyes’

The Ballad of Unremarkable Derrick Krueger- another one that definitely has life series vibes (and is just a really good song) but that I just can’t place. I want to say Tango honestly because he always has been somewhat painfully mediocre and has famously always final-deathed in underwhelming and meaningless ways

Rise- this is the Cleo song. Epic. Thank you Cleo :) Joe can be the monitor in this scenario I think he’d be good at it

RIV- does anyone still remember that part of martyn’s last life lore where the mysterious voice was promising that he would get to see jimmy mumbo and impulse again if he followed its instructions? Well……

Hell’s Game- Blaseball is a death game and this song leans into that so naturally it fits pretty well with the life series as a whole. Would make a great AMV

5am Shift- Ok bear with me here. This doesn’t really fit Pearl other than the song title (lol) and maybe you can make some parallels to cleaning lady Pearl but it gives me her vibes. Plus it’s just a whole jazzy banger and one of my favorite songs so it’s going here anyway :)

Nullified- for the end of limited life. pretty self-explanatory ‘wasted all my minutes/trying to stay alive/and look where it got me/I’m just the last one nullified’ honestly worked better before the actual finale because martyn was more manic about it than this song would imply

STRIKEOUT!- life series mumbo my horrible wet cat. this song is a little weird but it suits him I think

The Tug- they never left the desert.

SUN 2- obligatory flower husbands song for all the flower husbands enjoyers out there. Time to go cry I guess

flooding/drowning- big impdubs moment. Or honestly just any of bdubs’s life series exes reminiscing… ‘and you’re angry when the energy rises to meet you/like the life rafts are disrespectful to the sea’ is the most life series bdubs thing I’ve ever heard

REMEMBERTHEM- very good and classic anti-watcher song. If c!martyn was just a little more aware of his situation I think this would fit better (honestly a lot of good garages songs just don’t fit very well because we haven’t quite reached the ‘let’s kill the watchers’ stage of the lore yet lmaooo)

Nothing Happens Every Day- tfw when no life series 🥺 could also be martyn because he loves to kill <3

historic season nine party time speedrun and associated records- mean gills vibes. a nice quiet evening in the coral isles, reminiscing

Mike Townsend Is A Disappointment- I’m so sorry Jimmy but it fits too well

Bonus! Hermitcraft-adjacent songs:

Storm’s Raging- moon big. the long, slow, inevitable end of the world. Bdubs looking up at the sky as it falls on him. the lyrics kick ass as well: ‘there were days when it all seemed never ending/when all you could hear was the forecasts, the fear/and the sound of the cloudline bending’ (and the way it speeds up at the end……. omg)

howling at twin moons- s8 scar. I will not elaborate

alaynabella hollywood- ariana griande <- wait who said that

golden- rentheking arc I love you :3 viva la revolution

Sincerely, The Collateral- hermitcitizen song tbh

Beep or Bleat- despite the EXTREMELY zedaph-coded song title this is actually end-of-season 8 tango moon landing-core. ‘do we possess a soul/does it exceed the speed of light/can it escape black holes/do we still have a chance to fight’

Nut Economy- another rentheking arc song. You can tell when I started watching HC from this can’t you. Well. Royal emeralds I miss you :(

Morning is Coming- HONESTLY if I had the ability to make AMVs this would be top of my list. It’s just so… so much. Escaping moon big at the end of season 8… I know it’s overdone at this point but it’s rotating around in my head all the time. What does it say about me that there are two moon big songs here and they’re both my favorites…

fourteen days is not enough for my screams to reach your ears- another tango lost in space at the end of season 8 song. it messed me up ok

psychoacoustics- I love convex* *DISCLAIMER: 99% of the convex knowledge I have comes from fan interpretation alone. Alternatively I could just be really trying to manifest a zedaph villain arc

oliver mueller (is a hero)- docm77 for several reasons which will become apparent almost immediately

hello world- grumbot I love you :] (putting in a different version so you can tell what the lyrics are without subtitles and I’m sorry because this version of the song is somewhat worse. they just start singing godspeed in the middle of it for some reason and like I’m not complaining I love that song but also why) (here’s the original version)

the entire kansas city breath mints team failed the bar exam- hermitcraft. no elaboration is necessary

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essektheylyss · 7 months

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the war mage

they escaped their self-imposed cage

yes

YES

the bastard is out

#anyway I'm having a delightful time with him.#this is charm. short for charlemagne not that they're telling anyone in the party that #he's war crimes georg. he hates the government. he might start a war. WHO KNOWS #also i am mostly posting this cuz i figured out borders in csp and I'm fucking delighted.#it did take me an additional two hours to realize i could MOVE THE CORNERS but we're not gonna talk about it.#also cuz I'm gonna keep fucking with it and probably try to overhaul the skin tone if i don't.#he's mechanically a high elf but half drow and I wanted more dusky than purple but alas.#it's also how its playing off the red filter so alas.#i do love his hair though. i put 'james lance style' in my character description for the party cuz that man's hair slaps lmao #regardless. this was specifically for their playlist cuz i am who i am.#megs plays dnd #my art

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anime-kia · 1 year

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You Can Do What?! (Part 1)

This is my gift to all of you. I'm gonna use one of my wash "day" routines though because some people have complicated routines and mines is very simple (and doesn't take a whole day) lol. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Relationship: Helpful Erik x Reader

Ah wash day... Great fun, right?

The night before, you prepped your hair with a homemade deep conditioner: Two tablespoons of coconut oil, one tablespoon of honey, one tablespoon of olive oil and half of a banana. For your scalp, you applied raw aloe vera and let it all sit underneath a plastic bag (which Erik laughed at you for) and your black satin bonnet.

He always found a way to poke fun at your natural routine.

Once you were too lazy to blend the banana out properly and you ended up with little banana seeds in your hair for almost two weeks. Then there was the time when you were upset and your rough hand caused aloe vera to break off into your hair. That took another two weeks to come out. He would either pluck them out and hold it up to your face while making a witty comment or he'd let you go out with the pieces in your hair if you were being stubborn. Erik being taller than you was both a blessing and a curse.

You woke up a little earlier to get wash day out of the way. You were hoping Erik would still be sleeping, but as you began shifting to get out of the bed, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in.

"Where you going?" He asked into your neck. His voice wasn't as raspy as usual and you could smell fresh mint as he spoke, so you'd assumed he'd been awake for some time.

"Wash day." You responded, pointing to your bonnet which was halfway off of your head and the plastic bag underneath had untied itself at some point during the night.

"Lemme help you." He said, placing a kiss against your neck.

"What? No." You chuckled, as he turned you around to be face to face with him.

His eyes were serious, "Why not?"

"Cuz no one touches my hair but me."

"But what about that time you was taking your braids out. I helped."

Your eyebrows raised, "Hell naw, you almost cut my hair!"

"But I didn't." He retaliates. "Come on bae, this is different."

You pull out of his grasp and get out of the bed, "Nah, you might use Nair in my hair instead of shampoo."

He gets up and follows you to the bathroom, "I ain't dumb, baby girl. Besides, how you think I be maintaining my dreads?"

Your arms fold against your chest as you scoff, "You go to that expensive Nigerian hairdresser in the city."

"Aight, but- I'm at your place almost everyday and you always doing something to your hair. You think I don't watch you sometimes?"

You open the vanity and take out a denman brush and four hair ties. "Well, if you watch me so much then tell me what I'd be doing next?"

"You gonna wash that shit out ya hair." He shrugged.

He wasn't completely wrong, but not completely right either. "Not co-"

He holds his hand up, "But, first you gonna put on your playlist- Lofi hip hop." His eyebrow raises, "Right?"

"...Right." You stood corrected.

Erik was always the type who took studying very seriously. Sure he'd goof around, but when it was time to have the knowledge and information, he could provide it, regardless if it was studying for tests or studying a person's behaviour. You were no exception, Erik knew you better than you knew yourself (is what you believed at times).

"So let me help you then. I hear you letting out these hefty ass sighs when you think I'm not around."

You roll your eyes, "That's cuz my arms get tired. Sighing helps."

"How bout you relax, let me help you so you don't gotta be sounding like Chewbacca."

"Boy, fuck you." You shake your head, hiding a laugh.

"Shiiiid, we can do that later." He smirks with lustful eyes.

You slap his chest as you pass by him, turning on the shower. "You know what?" You exit the bathroom leaving him with a big smile on his face.

"What you doing now?" He asks, still chuckling.

When you come back, you're dressed in a pair of old shorts and sports bra. "So your horny ass doesn't get any ideas."

"Hold up, you was about to get naked?"

"Yes, but I forgot your mind thinks about pussy ninety-nine point nine percent of the time." Before he could protest you stop him, "I'd rather not have nut in my hair." Your comment makes him burst into another fit of laughter.

"Well I ain't showering in my drawls." He says, stripping out of his clothes, his morning wood present.

You stare at him with disgust and point at the tent in his boxers, "This is what I'm talkin' about!"

"I swear I won't try nothing."

You raise your eyebrow.

"I swear on T'Challa's life."

You frowned at him, "You almost killed him, Erik."

"But I didn't." He quips with a smirk.

"You're stupid." You shake your head and step into the shower, adjusting the temperature because it had gotten cold. He follows you in (naked) and let's you throw the plastic bag and bonnet out of the shower. His hands find their way around your hips, "If you try anything, I'll cut your dreads off in your sleep."

He lets go of you, "Damn girl, was it really that serious?"

"It's always that serious." You hand him your favourite shampoo and conditioner, "After you wash my deep conditioner out, use this."

"I know what I'm doing, (y/n)." He takes the top section of your hair, gently unraveling it from it's twist.

"Uh-huh. We'll see about that."

He delicately rinses the section out, making sure to remove any banana seeds or aloe vera pieces (making a mental note to make fun of that later). He opens the bottle of shampoo, squeezing more than a dime size amount into his palm (because we all know that "dime-size" shit does not work) and works it into your hair starting from the ends, working his way up to your roots.

"Make sure you don't put it on my scalp though, becau-" You try to warn him, but he stops you.

"Baby."

"What?"

"I know what I'm doing, I promise."

You sigh, "Alright. But if you try anything I swear to God-"

"Relax." He pats your bum, "I got this. Trust me."

After he completes the section, he washes it out, getting all the suds out and grabs the conditioner. The water begins to get cold, so you adjust it again. He tells you to close your eyes, but you already did, even before the solution started to cascade down your forehead. He works the conditioner into your hair just like he did with the shampoo and twists it, attempting to make a bantu knot to keep it out the way. Of course it didn't stay so you hand him one of the hair ties and he ties it around your hair.

So far, you're quite impressed. You haven't said much, only when you thought he was about to do something incorrect, but you did trust Erik. The only reason you were so antsy with him being in your hair is due to childhood trauma of jealous hair dressers or you just being a young dumb kid who played with scissors. Let's not even talk about your straight hair phase during the ninth grade. You worked too hard for the condition of your hair to let anyone mess that up now.

When he finished the last section, he suggested a quickie, but you were adamant about not getting semen in your hair. He promised that he would avoid your it, but you were still skeptical. His hands have been roaming all over your body ever since, getting you hot.

"Come on baby girl, we gon' be standing here doing nothing."

You were glaring at him, "I already told yo-"

"Just the tip."

"As if you know what that means." You roll your eyes.

He knows you're right, just the tip does not exist in his book. "Then just a quickie. Nothing more, nothing less." He caresses your hips.

"Fine, but that's it cuz you still gotta comb my hair out." You pull off your shorts.

"I gotcha, don't worry." He turns you around and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he slides his fingers down in between your folds. His deft fingers work into your core, pumping in and out at a slow pace.

"A quickie, Erik." You remind him with panting breaths.

"Yeah, yeah." He slides his fingers out and lifts them in front of your mouth. "Taste."

And so you do. He watches you suck his digits, but you recoiled at the chemical taste of your shampoo and conditioner. "Eugh! Erik, you still got some on your fingers!"

"Oh shit, my bad." He runs his fingers under the falling water. "Try again?"

"No, just stick it in." You demand.

He presses your back against the cold tile, causing your body to shudder as he guides himself into your core. You both let out a moan and you close your eyes as he rocks his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his back as he thrusts into you, getting deeper each time.

"Ohhh, Erik." You sigh.

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, as he pumps into you. You were sure this looked very steamy and romantic, sexy enough for TV or a movie even.

"You like that, huh?"

"Mhmmm, ohhh."

It was all great until the water suddenly went extremely cold, you yelp loudly and he lets out an animalistic sound due to the water directly hitting him. He almost loses his footing, and you have another mini heart attack, prepared for your life to end.

"Oh my God!" You cling onto his body extremely tight, feeling your heart beating in your throat.

"It's aight, I gotchu." He pants and adjusts the water back to a warm setting. "Fuck, you need to switch apartments, this shit is whack. Can't even fuck in the shower in peace."

You try to get off, but he holds you in place. His dick throbs inside of you, and it feels harder than before.

"Where you going?"

"Nah, I almost met the Lord. Put me down, Erik."

"Hold up, we ain't even finished."

"N- Ohhhhh!" You bury your face into his neck as he thrusts into your at an incredibly ridiculous speed, "Fuuuhhh, Erik!" Your nails dug into his biceps.

"J-just a b-bit more." He grunts, hitting you deep in your most sensitive spot.

You already hit your climax, coating him with your warm fluids. He then slows down and with three deep thrusts he pulls out and sets you down, releasing onto your stomach.

"Whew, shit." He sighs, content plastered on his face. "Now let's hurry up, cuz if ya shower do that again, your landlord is getting shot." You almost forgot that there was still conditioner in your hair. You were ready to get out, legs shaky with that post-sex feeling.

"Don't shoot my landlord, Erik." You laughed at him. He smiled, but he was very serious.

He started to comb out the knots from your hair, ends to roots, like he wasn't just all up in your guts. Erik made sex seem like nothing, but then there was you, barely able to last two rounds with him. Tapping out was never an option, you'd be too weak to do that by time he was done with you.

He had fantastic dick. Period.

"So you still gon' cut my dreads?" He asks, washing out the conditioner from your hair.

"Mmh... I dunno."

He twists the section back up, and pulls the hair tie off of his wrist, wrapping it around your hair. "But you know if you cut my hair I might not be able to dick you down like that. You know the story of Samson?"

You scoffed, "Erik, do not use an Israelite warrior to justify your dick."

"But it's true." He begins on the next section.

"Whatever, E." You laugh.

By time he's done all four sections, his hands are running through your scalp giving you the best massage you could ever ask for. Moans escaped your lips unintentionally.

"Aye, you gotta stop making them sounds, shorty."

"What are you talking about?"

"You moaning and shit, making my dick hard again."

"Boy, if you don't get ya horny ass on." You slap his chest, turn off the pipe right before the water got cold again and step out of the shower.

He follows you out, "So no round two?"

You roll your eyes at him through the mirror as you fix a towel turban around your wet hair, "I gotta do my hair, you're delaying me!"

"Aight shit, my bad." He holds his hands up in defence.

"Horny ass..." You mumble under your breath, grabbing your towel.

So that was part one! I hope you enjoyed!

I know everyone's hair care routine is different and mine is usually very simple. I switch it up a bit here and there. Oh yeah, that deep conditioner ingredient mix I listed at the very beginning is what I actually use (when I'm in the mood to make it) and it works very well. I'm one of the lucky gals whose hair/scalp doesn't mind coconut oil, and my hair loves bananas too.

Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: December 24, 2018)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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thanks-obillma · 8 months

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songs on my td playlist that make me feel emotions again aka a chance to rant about my intricate headcanons for their adult lives

bad idea from waitress

both Mal and Zoey because they're way more similar than they'd ever admit

more shippy than I personally headcanon

"I know what's right for me, it's the only thing (I've ever) (I've never) done."

Mal knowing that the system will be safe and happy with Zoey and Cam but pulling away anyways to satisfy his need to be in absolute control to feel safe

(he knows he's being selfish) (he doesn't care) (he's the protector, he's the hero) (he's the villain) (he'll keep them all safe) (he's hurting them for his own sake) (he can't stop) (he's got everything under absolute control) (he's terrible) (he's the best thing that ever happened to them) (like it or not)

*slaps roof* this bad boy can fit so much cognitive dissonance in him, I love him

she's not a person anymore, she's a ghost, a shape a piece of clay for everyone to shove in their gaps, she's a stand in and a crutch and nothing and nobody and she's only the praise everyone else gives her, she doesn't even exist, she's a ghost she can't leave she's a terrible person for being a person she's not a person and this isn't a problem no she's being good so good and everyone loves her she's a person she has a body (she's just a shell)

and then it just goes straight into:

"what if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I've already become"

hoo boy

they can grow so much (they will grow so much) but god they can't see it right now they don't even know where to look how can they ever get there if the future is just wind in their hands

jealousy jealousy

once again Mal and Zoey

she doesn't exist outside other people, of course she struggles with being jealous of everyone somehow

she's jealous of their personhood, but that's too abstract so it's just their looks and accomplishments and belongings and life

and him? why him? why did it have to be him what did he ever do to deserve this? look at them. they're happy why the hell do they get to be happy??

I think he's jealous of Mike (I have a whole nother ramble locked and loaded for that) so the bridge is all his

anyways I think they should bond over being jealous of everyone and everything and Zoey should get to be bitter and embrace being an outcast a little more, you don't have to be perfect girly

keep an eye on dan-- abba

haunting sorta song about parenting separately

and Vito and Anne Maria are already my designated abba bitches sooo

they get kids but Vito's part of the system and the others have their own things going on so he's really only out a day and a half or so a week

so Anne Maria is basically raising the kids by herself with him as unreliable back up

(she's got a good support system and she wanted kids regardless of whether she had a coparent or not so it works for them pretty well but like angst potential here)

(I'll post more details about the kids later)

Vito strikes me as the type of guy to want a couple kids running around but he's also terrified of having kids because look how they (the system) turned out, how can he break that huge of a chain?he cries a lot the first time he holds his daughter because he finally got his dream and it's so fragile in his hands

(he's a great parent, he does good. she's a great parent, she does good. they do good, they do it.)

they all get their happy endings. they fight tooth and nail for it and they get it.

#when you have so many headvanons you wonder if its just an au at that point #its mostly canon compliant #even got the fucking reset button in there #it is *not* permanent #my rambles #total drama #td mal #td zoey #td vito #td anne maria #please ask me about my headcanons i have so much more

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aztecbrujeria · 11 months

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Birds of Paradise: WW2 Pilot Toji x F!Nurse

I am so excited to share this piece with everyone for @hisgoodpuppy first collab celebrating their 500 followers! You can find the wonderful collab and writers for the In Time Collab here! Congrats my dear and hope you enjoy!!!

Side note: I'm sorry this took so long alot has happened since then but I offer my first chapter in this series!!!!

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Summary: Its the time when the world as we know it was plunged into conflict fighting for freedoms of countries that were allies. Here on the front lines of the North African desert you are embroiled in the art of battlefield nursing and helping with the most harrowing of jobs. Far away from your Californian coast thrust upon the distant lands you come across a soldier who isn't quiet like you expected. Is it here that you let yourself follow your heart or will the Americana past time keep you two apart.

@tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

WC Chapter 1: 5.1k

TW: Pilot Toji, F! Latina Nurse, subtle tones of racism, Time and place of WW2, War, themes of blood/gore, Helplessness, Mental Health, Violence, Death,

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.”

- Ancient Chinese Proverb

Northern Africa 1941

The sound of the roaring plane sliced through the sky as it twisted and turned, attempting to shake off its tail from the enemy. Suddenly, the cockpit was hit by a piercing ricochet of bullets, triggering the alarms to cry out.

The pilot's voice shouted through the airwaves, "SHIT!! MAYDAY, MAYDAY! FUSHIGURO!?"

In response, command screamed over the airwaves in response.

"I'M GOING DOWN THE DIRTY KRAUTS ARE ON MY RIGHT!"

Desperately, the pilot cranked the steering, spinning and diving to evade the enemy's fire. However, he suddenly realized that a bullet had pierced straight through his shoulder. With a fierce determination, he used the strength of ten men to pull the steering with his uninjured arm, flying straight up before turning around to begin his descent towards the German's plane.

As he steered his plane with one hand, he urgently cried out, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY! I'M IN THE MOROCCAN DESERT FIND ME!! I'M TAKING THIS PLANE OUT!"

The pilot quickly checked his parachute and blew open the cockpit lid as he pulled the release, throwing himself from the plane. Freefalling towards the earth, he watched with satisfaction as his plane smashed into the enemies plane, taking it out. Finally, he pulled the cord to his chute and gently descended to the ground.

As he landed in the Moroccan desert, the pilot could see planes in the distance approaching the endless golden ochre dunes.

*****

As you huddled in the medic tent, bracing against the relentless desert winds, your focus was fixed on the injured soldier lying before you.

“Doc! I need you, NOW!”

You shouted urgently, beckoning the bloodied physician over to help staunch the bleeding.With sweat pouring down your face, you wiped it away with the back of your arm and took a deep breath, determined to save this soldier’s life.

Just as you reached for the dwindling supplies of hemostats, a clatter echoed in the distance. Turning to investigate, you saw one of the new nurses standing frozen, staring at the blood on her hands.

“I c-can’t…What am I…”

She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, you marched over to her and slapped her across the face.

“Not here, not now,” you barked, your voice firm and commanding.

“We need you. Get yourself together.”

The nurse looked at you, her curls falling into her eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her steady.

“Yes, you can,” you said firmly. “We’re all scared, but we have a job to do. We can’t give up now.”

“I know you’re scared, I know this is so much…death, but they need you. I need you, okay?”

Her eyes filled with understanding and determination.

“Good, now pick up the tray and put the tools into the boiling pot to sterilize.” She nodded and went about her task, “When you get them in, head over and switch with triage, I need them back here to help with surgery.”

She stopped turning white, “I need the strength.” You simply stated, knowing you were about to help a man lose his leg, “We only have so much morphine, please hurry.” She quickly turned to find the triage nurse.

As you tried to catch your breath and take a moment to collect yourself, you were jolted by the sound of shouting coming from the cot at your right.

“Bangō! Kare wa dokoda, Megumi!...Watashi no musuko wa dokodesu ka!” the man shouted, his deep voice booming with each word.

You couldn’t understand him, but the desperation in his voice was palpable. You quickly made your way over to him hoping to calm him down and figure out what was wrong.

But before you could even utter a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground, holding a small knife to your throat. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep your composure.

From behind the surgery screen, a nurse started screaming, “HEY! GET OFF HER!” But you knew you had to handle this delicately.

“He’s Shell Shocked!” You called out, trying to soothe the man. “Let me talk him down.”

With the knife pressed against your throat, you carefully slid your hand up to place it over his, hoping to calm him and defuse the situation. You could feel the edge of the blade pressing into your skin, but you refused to let fear take over. You had a job to do, and you were determined to see it through.

“You are injured, sir. Let me help you,” you felt the blade prick your flesh.

Inhaling with a hiss, you pleaded, “Sir, please, let me help you.”

You grabbed his wrist and watched as his emerald eyes, swirling with bloodlust and confusion, became clear with the understanding that you were no threat. The blade lifted from your throat, and you cupped his cheek, distracting him enough for the nurse behind him to shove a needle into his arm to put him out.

“That should get him back under so we can move him back to the cot,” the nurse said as another, less injured, soldier helped her move his large frame to let him sleep. Sitting up, you looked at him until a bloodcurdling scream echoed above the other groans and screams from the hoard of patients..

You didn't have time to check on him, nor did you have time to breathe. You were summoned to cut off the leg of a man who wouldn't make it. You grabbed the hand of the other nurse and both of you headed towards the surgery partition, swallowing hard and pushing your own chaotic mind aside to continue with your duties.

*****

Finally, the patient’s screaming stopped, and they passed out from the pain.

“It's always better when they pass out,” you thought to yourself, feeling both relieved and guilty at the same time.

Sitting in the middle of the medic tent, you let out an exhausted sigh, the sounds of moans and whimpers filling the air. The distant sounds of shells and bullets, with roars from planes, made it difficult to think clearly. Your hands, stained with the blood of your patients, rested upon the soiled uniform you wore.

The limits of devastation had been reached for the day, and you shut off your emotions, running only on instinct.

“Hey, why don’t you head to quarters, I’ll take first rounds,” your comrade suggested, touching your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “Yeah, thanks, I need…”

You struggled to find the words, feeling drained and overwhelmed. You stumbled out of the medic tent and walked until you were far enough to scream, letting the winds of the desert carry your heartbreak away.

You didn’t know when you had gotten to your quarters or when you made it to the showers. The water turned cold, but you could care less, watching the blood from the day wash down the drain. Your thick waves curtained your face, and your eyes brimmed with hot tears from the utter annihilation of war.

Weeping silently, you let the horrors rack your body so you could stifle it for another day. The guilt, the pain, and the sorrow all ate away at you, but you knew you had to keep going.

Wearing a clean linen dress with a handwoven pattern from your abuela adorning the edges, you left your wavy tresses down to dry as the jade pendant from your parents hung on a leather strap around your neck. Despite bone exhaustion calling you to bed, you couldn't resist one final check on your comrade at the medic tent.

You grabbed a few charts, checked the notes, fixed a few dressings, and placed new cool compresses atop a soldier's forehead.

“You never take a break, do you?” Your comrade teased as you bent over to clean up a bedpan.

“Hey, I’m serious, go to bed. We’ll see you once you get some rest.” With a roll of your eyes and a lopsided grin, you handed the bedpan over and replied, “Fine, alright, alright, I’m going. Let me just check on our shell-shocked soldier, okay?” Your comrade sighed, nodding towards the cot at the end of the row, “Then off to bed, that’s an order.”

You winked at them and headed towards the soldier. Picking up his chart, you read the notes while fiddling with your pendant.

Suddenly, the soldier began to stir and called out the name “Megumi” in a pained voice, his face contorting with fear. You sat down next to him, placing a cool compress on his forehead while watching him with deep concern as his face contorted with fear; or was it something else like sorrow.

As you placed the cool cloth on his forehead, you finally took a moment to really look at the soldier from earlier. He had a strong jawline and a sleek nose, with thick raven lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. His dark olive skin and faded scar above his lips caught your attention, and you noticed his midnight hair could use a trim. He was breathtaking.

As you looked at the soldier, he reminded you of a forbidden love from childhood. You were transported back to the moment when your father caught you kissing Mr. Itadori’s son Jin.

Your father had yelled, "¡¿QUE ESTAS HACIENDO!? You aren't allowed to do that! What if you got in trouble from La Senora?! What is your mother going to say?"

But now, as you thought back on that memory, a small smile spread across your face. It was a funny memory, one that you hadn't thought about in years. The soldier's features brought back memories of Jin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Your hand moved on its own, and you found yourself tracing the scar on the soldier’s lips. You admired his cupid’s bow, but a soft breeze rustling his gear at the top of the cot diverted your attention.

When the soldier’s lips frowned and whispered “Megumi,” you stilled, hoping not to disturb him. You carefully slipped out a stack of letters from his pack and found a picture of a small boy and a breathtaking woman in a kimono on top of the worn letters stained with blood.

Your fingers traced the small smile of the baby being held by its mother. You smiled, hoping they knew their husband and father lay safe for the time being. Upon studying the photo’s details, you saw clear, stylistic handwritten letters that read “Megumi” with strange symbols next to it on the back. Your heart lifted for just a moment, seeing the corners of the photo so worn with the fading smiles.

As you looked back at the soldier, you found his verdant eyes staring back into your own October eyes.

“Nanishiteruno?”

As his large, calloused hand gripped your wrist, you felt his fingers entirely encapsulate it with strong digits that bore worn ink upon his knuckles that read “M-E-G-S”.

You looked back at him with pleading eyes, “I-I’m sorry. I was looking for a way to help you.”

His eyes swirled, glowing against the pale lights of the lanterns as he registered your accented English.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?” Inhaling a quick breath, his thick baritone voice washed over you, causing your flesh to become raised, striking a deep chord within you.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry señor, you kept calling out a name…I just wanted to ease your mind.”

As he took in your thick midnight waves, tucked behind your ear, the way the low light played off your rich caramel skin made his breath hitch. He was mesmerized by your raven eyelashes, drawing his gaze towards your endless chocolate irises.

He saw kindness and deep sadness mixing together, drawing him in like a siren’s song. The way your natural rouge dusted your cheeks and matched your full pouting lips made his body begin to hum.

He watched as your hand reached up and grasped the jade pendant hanging from your neck, and his eyes widened seeing the small nick upon your throat still red.

Without thinking, he reached out and touched you as you backed up slightly, “Did I do that?” His voice was raw, filled with regret and sorrow, and he dropped his hand back down before he sat up and hissed in pain.

You quickly reached forward to help him sit up and steadied him, causing the flutter of his letters and photo to drop to the floor below. He looked down and saw the worn memory staring back at him.

“Did you read anything good?” You clicked your tongue with concern as he hunched over, and his groan of pain became louder.

“No, I didn’t even open them, besides I only saw the picture. You have a beautiful family.” As you looked at the man, you saw a small, quiet smile flash across his features before he cursed under his breath, wincing.

“Eso es, es suficiente, you need to let me look at your wound and clean it up.”

Toji snaps a look at you, "I'm fine."

You roll your eyes and, with a thicker Spanish accent, say, "You pinche men, I will not talk back. Now, open your shirt, and let's get you cleaned up. I am a nurse, after all."

Toji smirks and chuckles at you, delighted that you are strong and know how to make your point known.

"Fine, you win," as he feels your hand placed gently on his broad back, helping him sit farther on the edge of the cot. When you let go, he can still feel the warmth of your hand on his back.

As you stand and pull your long tresses to the side, deftly braiding them to keep them out of your face, Toji can't help but feel a flutter in the pit of his stomach. You're unlike any woman he's ever seen before.

He studies the line of your nose, the curve of your cheekbones, and the furrow in your brow that speaks to your concern. But what really captures his attention is the texture of your skin, which glimmers in the light of the tent like magic. It's like the finest silk, with a deep bronze tone that sets you apart from everyone else in the room.

Toji can't help but admire you, drinking in the sight of your exotic features and the way you move with a natural grace. He knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help it. There's just something about you that draws him in, something he can't quite put his finger on.

For a moment, it makes him miss the love he lost so long ago, and he frowns before he feels your fingers undo the buttons to his filthy uniform. You feel your face begin to heat up from the blush that flashed upon your cheeks before you quickly shake it off.

Finally opening his uniform, you see the cuts and bruises caked in dried sand and blood, and your eyes fill with sadness at the bullet hole. You click your tongue, upset that he had to wait this long before getting cleaned up. Internally toiling like you had let him suffer, you start mumbling in Spanish, admonishing yourself for not helping sooner. Toji sees the flare of anger in your eyes before they are overcome with compassion. In so many years, he has never been compelled toward another woman, yet here you are, pulling him into your kindness.

Assessing the bruises and wounds, turning to the empty tub by bedside, "I'm going to grab some antiseptic and more bandages. We need to clean these wounds, and you need stitches on your left shoulder. You've been shot clean through, and you're lucky that's all on the outside. You might have a small fever later." Toji moves, and he gasps from the shooting pain that runs from his injured shoulder to his ribs.

Hearing his gasp of pain you catch him hugging his right set of ribs, "I think those are broken. We're going to need to wrap those too." You sigh in annoyance of your oversight of his care.

Smiling, Toji watches the way you turn and head towards the supplies. He can’t help but chuckle as he sees you muttering under your breath at yourself.

The sway of your hips makes your dress swish with your movements, showing your muscular calves down to your dainty feet in a pair of the most colorful sandals he's ever seen. More and more, he wants to touch you and get to know you.

Toji runs his fingers through his hair and scrubs down his face, saying to himself, "Get yourself together... She's helping you."

When you returned to Toji with fresh supplies, your eyes were drawn to the sight of him standing up from where he had been seated. You hadn't quite realized just how tall he was until this moment; he towered over you with ease, his muscular arm moving to his side to steady himself as he slipped off his destroyed uniform.

As he shed the damaged garment, you caught sight of something that made your heart skip a beat: a colorful display of ink that covered his skin in intricate patterns. The design ran across his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his back, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

You couldn't help but stare in wonder at the sight, your eyes tracing the curves and lines of the tattoo with fascination. It was clear that this was no ordinary design; it spoke of a rich cultural heritage and a dedication to tradition that you found deeply compelling.

For a moment, you forgot about the task at hand, lost in the beauty of the ink and the man who wore it. It was only when he caught you staring that you snapped back to reality, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Toji smirked at you, clearly amused by your reaction. "Are there more scratches, nurse?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the distracting thoughts about Toji's ink. "I've seen worse, siéntate por favor," you said, motioning for him to sit down so you could tend to his injuries.

As you moved closer to him, he couldn't resist making a comment. "I can see you enjoying this. Are you a sadist?" he joked, though his laughter quickly turned to a grimace of pain.

You smiled slightly at his discomfort, grateful for the distraction from your own racing thoughts. "Not a sadist, just doing my job," you replied, setting down the tray of supplies and stepping between his long legs.

You tapped his thigh, urging him to open his legs a little wider so you could more easily access his upper body. As you reached for a clean apron to tie around your waist, you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Trying to remain professional, you focused on your work, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on your silhouette.

It wasn't until later, when you were alone with your thoughts, that you allowed yourself to wonder what he might have been thinking, and whether his interest in you went beyond a mere physical attraction.

Toji's gaze followed your every movement as you tended to his wounds with expert care. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, admiring the way you handled the task with such precision and gentleness. As your scarred hands reached into the hot water for a clean cloth, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused those marks. He found himself mesmerized by the flecks of gold in your eyes, as if he was looking into the depths of the sun itself.

He winced at the pain of your first touch, but soon relaxed as you washed away the filth from his face. The sound of your humming filled the tent, calming his nerves and making him feel strangely at ease. He couldn't help but wonder what else you were capable of, and what it would be like to have you as his own personal medic.

As you began to work your way down his torso, he felt his body temperature rise, but it wasn't from a fever. He couldn't resist the urge to grab onto your hips, using them to steady himself as you tended to his wounds. He knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a surge of desire course through him, making him ache for you in ways he had never experienced before.

When you hesitated at his touch, he felt a pang of disappointment. He didn't want to scare you away, but he couldn't deny the feelings that were stirring within him. He quickly apologized and promised to behave, but he knew that the desire he felt for you would never go away.

You were close enough you could see the striations of the veins under his beautiful skin as you washed what you could away. You could feel his heart begin to race as you got closer to him as you bent down to look at the opening of the bullet wound.

“I’m sorry for what you are about to feel. We’re low on pain medication, I’m so sorry.” You turned and reached for the alcohol before you looked back to see his hesitant eyes.

“Remember, don’t move your hands, okay breathe.”

His eyes widened and his fingers began to bruise you as he screamed profanities in Japanese, feeling the alcohol clean the area before you wiped away any debris out of the wound.

Grabbing a syringe of water flushing out the wound, feeling his digits splay out farther in your hips and grab onto you tighter. You had to stop yourself from moving your legs close together and felt the waves from your haphazard braid fall into your eyes.

Taking a deep breath you waited for him to release you. When he relaxed his hands dropped to his knees as you stood and reached for the thread and needle for the stitches that had been bathing in iodine.

You gave him one more look, “Again, I’m so sorry but we’re low on pain killers and I can’t get any until our next supply run. I’m so sorry, I’ll try and be quick.”

Before he could register why you were apologizing he felt the first puncture of the needle and pull of thread as you knotted the thread and moved on to the next one. He started his cursing under his breath again at each puncture of the needle and the knotting of the stitch. He could feel his skin pulling taught and knew you had a steady hand while knotting the fine thread. Toji didn’t know how long you had been there working on the opening when you had clipped the final stitch and turned to your cotton ball to swap some alcohol and ointment upon the closed wound. Toji could feel his body become heavy from the stress and could feel the deep aches and pains from his minor injuries begin to rack his body.

Eyeing his stitches you grabbed fresh bandages and set to placing them on the wound. Your fingertips skimmed the goosebumps that raised across his chest as you looked up and blew the stray curl from your eyes and smiled trying to lessen your own awkwardness. You thought the blush upon his cheeks was handsome and couldn’t help but quickly look away; you knew that he would tease you if he caught you staring. Clearing your mind to begin wrapping his chest, you noticed him slightly shaking, “Shit! He’s going into shock.”

“Hey, troublemaker, you can’t pass out on me now. I need to wrap your chest then you can lay down, okay? If you need to hold onto something you can hold onto me while I finish.” Quickly Toji reached out and once again held onto your hips, fingertips gripping tightly, you felt the butterflies in your stomach explode into your chest. Brushing off the butterflies so you could begin wrapping his chest, you couldn’t help but see the perspiration on his skin. “Chingados, He’s getting a fever.” You made quick work of wrapping up his ribs and pinning the last of the bandage. His head fell forward resting against your shoulder, you knew he had passed out, looking around you called your comrade to come and help lay him down.

Your fellow nurse helped you settle him and you sat finishing up the cleaning process and tucked him in. Moving to your chair you place the compress on his brow and sit watching the way he breathes and the sheen of sweat that was appearing on his brow. The doctor finally came over to check your work and also gave the order for an emergency shot of antibiotics for his fever. When you felt the exhaustion from the many hours of being awake and didn’t want to leave his side, he began to cry in his sleep whispering “Megumi”. Reaching out you took his hand and wiped his brow. It wasn’t long before you rested your head upon your arms on the cot, “Just need a quick nap.”

*****

Toji remembered the way you smelled like jasmine, honeysuckle, and firewood before he succumbed to slumber and a fever. He kept watching the mistakes he made as a father and the death of his wife replay behind his eyelids. He would come in and out of consciousness, but a small delicate hand was always there to wipe his brow and calm him down. He heard the smoothing lullaby of an ancient language fill his thoughts, slowly replacing the nightmares with loving memories of smiles and laughter. Toji felt safe for the first time in a long time as he finally awoke to the clearing image of the medic tent and the sounds of moans and cries on a hot day.

His mouth was parched, it felt like he had licked the dunes themselves, his lower body felt heavy. Groaning he sat up slowly, head slightly swimming, before he looked down to his lap to find you sleeping. He smiled watching the way the escaped waves from your braid blew out of your face when you breathed, the way your lips parted with a soft moan, and the vice grip on a wet cloth in one hand while your other hand laid upon his thigh. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was in his chest, but he did know that he couldn’t control himself from reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear. “Funny you look like Yosei.” Another nurse came by making Toji snap his hand back.

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry she refused to leave. You had a tough couple of nights there. She wanted to make sure that you weren’t alone; since you are like her in a way ya know.” Toji looked at the blond nurse with a slight sunburn on her nose and cheeks, “What do you mean, like her?”

He watched the nurse blush, “You know…different.” Toji could feel something like rage begin to boil and was about to make that blonde nurse cry when he felt you stir awake. “Mamá!” His eyes widened and he felt your panic as you shot up in your seat and looked around, he knew that look he knew he gave it too, he watched your glazed eyes finally snap to reality.

You sat and realized you had woken from a nightmare when you saw the look of shock on your comrades face and his eyes full of concern. You cleared your throat and fixed your hair, “I, umm, sorry about that. H-How are you feeling, I better get you some water.” He watched you stand, noticing you hadn’t changed your dress in a few days, and smiled as you pulled on your earlobe while you were nervous.

When you turned towards him with a fresh cup of water the blonde nurse decided to clear her throat, “You should really go get some rest in your barracks.” You nodded and smiled at her saying thank you.

Watching her lift her brow at you and satisfied with your answer she continued on her rounds. Muttering under your breath a string of curses you turned back to the soldier, “Okay, I better get going, also I need a name for your chart sir. You’ve been out long enough and I know you speak english now.” Toji finished his water and held the cup in his hands meeting your eyes, noticing they were the color of gold, “Your eyes change colors.”

Blushing at his observation, you cleared your throat, “Y-yes, but that’s for another time. Name flyboy.” You couldn’t contain the bright megawatt smile when you heard him laugh for the first time. It sounded like magic dripping from his tongue catching you in an undertow of wonder, “2nd lieutenant, Toji Fushiguro, Pilot; ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Toji bowed his head in respect, a habit from his culture, you blushed while feeling the goofy smile you had stayed upon your features.

“Umm, lo siento señor, d-do I bow back?” Toji began to chuckle, moving to brace his ribs, “O-Only if you want to.” He groaned with a small amount of pain before he felt your small hands on his, checking his bandaging, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I should leave you alone.”

He relaxed as you stood smiling, your thick waves in the messy braid hung off your shoulders as you bowed, “Encantado.” Toji liked the way your Spanish rolled off your tongue.

Standing you grabbed his chart, “Well, I better go, we’ll be in to check on you periodically and the Doc will want to do a more thorough examination to determine how long you’re with us before you ship back out to your regiment.”

He watched you turn and head back to the nurses station, smiling as he watched you tripped over the colorful sandals upon your small feet. He had never been more intrigued by you and also felt like something was missing when you left.

#husbando #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #spotify #fanfic #mdni #jjk #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #WW2 Pilot Toji x F!Nurse #Pilot Toji AU Series

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whatsnewalycat · 2 years

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 2: Loaded

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Binge drinking, recreational cannabis use, mention of cocaine use, smoking, swearing, nsfw, dirty talk, movie nerd shit, end of season 2 canon, attempts at humor, vulnerable Javi, touch-starved reader, hookup culture, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cheating kind of, use of daddy in a sexual context

Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Notes: Music is a big inspiration in writing this, so I'm making a Spotify playlist for each chapter. Playlist for this chapter. I really wanted to make something where Javi can be soft, vulnerable, goofy, etc. Because CUTE. I've written a few chapters ahead and cross-posted on AO3 here. Let me know what ya think!! Pls be gentle because this is my first attempt at fan fiction in ages.

Chapter 1

Apartment #303, Timberhill Commons, San Antonio, TX

December 1, 1993

In addition to going to school full time to get your master’s degree in education, you work at a video rental store, which you both love and hate. You love it because you get to talk to people about movies. You hate it because your social battery runs dry quickly. So on nights like this, when everyone and their mother is coming in to rent movies, you are completely depleted by the time you clock out.

You’ve been sitting in your car staring up at your apartment for 10 minutes. There’s a particular neon OPEN sign illuminating your living room that Michelle only turns on when she is throwing a party. She didn’t tell you anything about a party, so you’re dreading what you’ll find when you open the door. There’s weed and a tiny bit of coke in your room that you’ve been saving for a rainy day. Today is that day. You take a deep breath in and exit the vehicle.

Even before you reach your door, you’re relieved to know you’ve grossly overestimated how many people are in the apartment. It’s just about as quiet as any other night. In fact, when you open the door, there’s nobody in the common areas. Michelle’s radio and the very obvious sounds of sex are emanating from behind her closed door. You wander over to the neon light to shut it off. There’s a bottle of whiskey (emptied halfway) and two shot glasses on the table.

You stare at the setup for a bit, contemplating whether or not to take a shot yourself. Considering how dead inside you’re feeling, in combination with the soundtrack of Michelle getting railed, it’s pretty easy to decide.

Fuck it.

After filling both glasses to the brim, you take one, then the other, and grimace. If you have to hang out with another fucking weirdo- Not that Javier was weird, he was actually pretty nice but whatever- god help you, you aren’t going to be sober for it. You fight your body’s urge to send the liquor back out your mouth. Once the warmth settles in your belly, you go into your room, change out of your work clothes, into an oversized black and white striped sweater and a pair of black bike shorts. You stretch out on your full-sized bed next to the rolling tray to roll a joint.

Thankfully, the radio playing in Chelle’s room mostly mutes the heavy panting and wet slapping noises she’s making with her friend, but you keep having flashbacks of making yourself cum to those sounds two nights ago. It made you feel… decidedly uncomfortable with yourself. But you’ve always had a voyeuristic hunger that you feed occasionally.

Regardless, you’d like to tune it out today. You put the headphones of your portable CD player on and press play. The world melts away as you spark your joint and listen to Primal Scream’s Loaded.

Just what is it that you want to do?

Well, we wanna be free to do what we wanna do.

And we wanna get loaded.

And we wanna have a good time.

You’re completely elevated, staring at the popcorn ceiling above your bed as you sway your head and hands to the music. The two shots of whiskey are helping you feel loose. The tensions of being around too many humans for too long while working start to fade away.

After you have some time to fully zone out and decompress, you’re ready to join the land of the living. You pull your headphones off to listen to your surroundings, confirming that Michelle and her guest have migrated back into the living room.

You consider staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night instead of emerging, but you think it’s actually Javier you hear. This piques your interest. He and Michelle obviously have a “thing” going on, but you can’t help but have a crush on him. Whenever you think about the tender way he held your hand, which has happened more often in the past 2 days than you’d like to admit, a wistful smile plays on your lips.

I’ll just go say hi and have a drink with them.

As soon as you open your bedroom door, it becomes apparent that you need to drink much more in order to chill with them. Michelle is sitting practically on top of Javier on the couch, essentially screaming into his face, telling him a story about one of her clients at the hair salon. He’s giggling.

Fucking giggling, seriously?

“Jesus Christ how much have you two been drinking?” you grab a shot glass from the kitchen then join them in the living room, sitting on the floor across the coffee table.

“OH MY GOD, BABE,” Michelle hollers at you, noticing your presence, then continues to slur, “Javi and I were playing ‘never have I ever’ but taking shots instead of sips.”

Your eyes involuntarily flick to Javier’s face when she says Javi and you make eye contact. This is the first time you’ve seen him in a fully lit room, and it really didn’t help this whole crush thing. He has the warmest dark brown eyes. His entire presence is warm, which you find surprising because when you met him, initially he seemed to be much more… intense and intimidating. His face is flushed; clearly he and Michelle have been drinking heavily for some time.

Your eyes meet and he has a goofy smile, so you can’t help but fucking beam. What a cutie.

“I guess I have some catching up to do… Or, is it ok if I hang out with you two or are you trying to be all uh…” you falter and look down at the floor to hide that you’re blushing, “on a date or something? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Babe, please, join us,” Michelle insists and looks from you to Javi.

He adds in a teasing tone, “Yeah, babe, we’d love a third.”

And the fucker winks at you. Your entire face starts radiating heat because of how hard you’re blushing. You know that was his goal. He’s just picking on you. But you let your mind wander to the concept of being their third for one second…

And snap out of it before your heart beats out of your chest.

“Fuck off,” You snort at him as you pour a shot. He feigns offense. You swallow the whiskey while rolling your eyes.

The three of you played two rounds of “never have I ever” (like teenagers), in which Javier discloses he has not done cocaine like you and Michelle, which is fine. But then casually mentions that he is a DEA agent and is home on leave from his assignment in Columbia, where he’s trying to arrest Pablo fucking Escobar.

“Shut the fuck up. Are you serious?” You ask loudly in your outside (drunk) voice. He nods.

Michelle leans in towards him and coos, “That’s actually really sexy.”

A hollow laugh escapes him. He focuses on the floor and appears… haunted. There’s an awkward silence. You sense he didn’t really mean for it to come up, and doesn’t want to talk about it further. This tugs at your heart strings. He lights up a cigarette. Michelle sprawls back onto the couch, laying her legs across Javier’s lap.

A silence settles and you get the feeling the game is over.

“I brought home ‘The Thing’ if you guys want to watch it.” You suggest meekly. Michelle doesn’t like movies as much as you. But if you’re being honest, it isn’t really her reaction you’re seeking.

She turns her head towards you and scoffs, “Oh my god. No, we don’t want to watch your lame ass movies.”

You feel a stab of rejection and frown.

Well that was unnecessary.

Being in a state of intoxication, you’re unable to reason with your insecurities. Tears well up in your eyes, so you excuse yourself to go take a shower. The hot water pours from your head down your body. The noise and warmth consume you and you’re lost in its trance. You have a chance to relax and review your emotional situation.

Usually, you watch movies alone. Michelle hates them for some reason, especially the horror movies you like to watch. Which really isn't a problem most of the time. You ultimately decide you feel embarrassed that you wanted to watch it with Javier, and Michelle’s comment was just searing enough to make you feel like a loser for suggesting it.

The Thing is one of your favorite movies, so you love showing it to people. And now, in retrospect, it sounds so silly. A guy is here specifically to spend time with your roommate, and you’re upset because they don’t want to watch a movie with you.

There’s just this compulsion pulling you toward Javi. You think he might feel it, but you also think he could just have that effect on women. Maybe the living room is vacated because you actually want to watch The Thing after smoking another joint, cocooned into your favorite blanket on the couch.

Once you’re out of the shower, you skitter from the bathroom to your bedroom. You get dressed, roll a joint, put your glasses on, and tiptoe into the living room, dragging your comforter behind you. Javier is there, perched on the couch, but no Michelle in sight. A bolt of panic shoots through you.

“Did Chelle go to bed?” You ask, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch and pulling your comforter up around you. When you gather the courage to look over at him, his eyebrows are knit together and the corners of his mouth are downturned.

“Yeah I brought her to bed a little bit ago. She was falling asleep,” he scratches his face then meets your eyes, “Are you ok?”

Your whole body tenses slightly, you nod quickly, then start rambling, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m just… drunk. And I was being emotional because I’m drunk. It’s totally fine. I know she doesn’t like movies that much, I- I don’t know why I asked.”

“It was rude of her to say that to you,” he says softly, “You don’t deserve that.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it to be so harsh, I guess,” you nuzzle into your comforter and gesture to the joint, “Do you mind if I-?

He frowns and shakes his head.

“Do you want..?” you offer the joint up to him after lighting it. He chuckles and shakes his head some more.

Offer a joint to the narc, yes, perfect.

He leans forward, puts his elbows on his knees, and fidgets his hands a little, “So uhh… The Thing?”

“What thing?” You blink.

A wide grin breaks out onto his face, “No, the movie-“

“Oh Jesus Christ, duh!” You cackle. Your laugh echoes off the walls but you don’t try to muffle it.

Who gives a shit.

Javier starts laughing, too, and relaxes back into the couch, “Your laugh is incredible.”

“If by ‘incredible’ you mean ‘extremely obnoxious’, then yes. Fucking incredible,” you scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t see how it’s possible not to like you or your laugh.”

You hide behind your hair for a moment, then turn to him and notice he’s focusing on your face. The rapid heartbeat in your chest picks up speed as you study his handsome features. You’re being a complete fool.

And he’s just being nice.

“Do you actually want to watch this or do you just feel bad? Because I’ve seen it dozens of times, you really don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he states firmly. You get up to grab the tape and put it in. He continues in a gentler tone, “I had a good time watching IT with you the other night.”

Your whole body hums at the thought of him enjoying anything with you. A blush spreads across your cheeks.

“Really? Ok. Well, The Thing is actually one of my favorite movies, and I thought you might like it.” Once everything is set up and you press PLAY, you settle back onto the couch, stretching your legs until your toes are just not touching Javier. He moves closer to you, pulling your ankles on top of his lap, then he pulls up your comforter to drape it over you both.

Conversation is casually sprinkled throughout the movie. You find out that he has been in San Antonio visiting his cousin, but otherwise he’s helping out at his dad’s ranch down by the border. He enjoys movies, but hasn’t had time to watch many since he was younger. He’s on disciplinary leave currently but seems like he’d rather eat glass than expand on that subject, so you don’t push it.

You share a bit about yourself, too- how you grew up in Minnesota, you’re going to school for your master’s in education so you can become a grade school teacher, and how you and Michelle have known each other. Eventually he asks about your love life, but there’s really not a lot to tell.

“I haven’t had much luck dating people down here. I was in a relationship with this girl two years ago, but that’s pretty much it, aside from the occasional hookup,” you look down at your hands, “It’s difficult when you only go out with your hot roommate and… you know…” you grapple for the right words, “people fight for a chance with her. I’m pretty much invisible. She’s so pretty and fun. I wish I could be like her.”

More often than not, if you get hit on, it’s by the wingman of the person trying to get with Michelle, and they usually give a half-hearted attempt. It’s not like you’re unattractive or anything, you just don’t shine as brightly as she does in those situations… and you’re a tad shy at first. But it has started to grate on your self-esteem.

“Listen, I don’t know you very well, but… don’t compare yourself to Michelle,” he says sternly. Your body tenses, pulling your feet from his lap up underneath you. Based entirely on his tone, you’re sure he’s about to start berating you, so you embrace for impact. But his tone is softer now, “It’s like apples and oranges. You’re very attractive, and sweet, and any guy would be lucky to get a date with you.”

A placating smile forms on your lips, “Sure”

If that was true, he would ask me out. If that was true, anyone would ask me out.

“You don’t believe me,” he raises an eyebrow.

“It’s not important,” contradictory tears prick in your eyes, “You’re right, I shouldn’t compare myself to her. It’s just…” you sigh heavily, frustration evident in your voice, “anytime I’m interested in someone, I have to hear them fucking her, you know? And I can’t help but think, why not me? Is there something wrong with me? I don’t know… I- I guess it’s just getting to me.”

You study your fidgety hands while picking away at fuchsia nail polish. He scoots over onto the seat cushion next to yours, gently extends your legs so your knees drape over his lap, lets one hand rest wrapped around the back of your knee, and then tilts your face up towards his. His fingers feel electric on your touch starved skin. You shiver. His brow is furrowed and a frown is plastered on his mouth. He studies your face as if to ask, is this about me?

And, you know, it kind of is. In fact, it totally is.

You’re horny and resentful, and the crush you have on this man is unreasonable. The words to express yourself are fighting their way into your throat, propelled forward by the whiskey still pumping through you. Adrenaline floods your brain and you can practically hear how hard your heart is beating as you meet his dark eyes and confess, “I- I guess I’m just jealous because I uhh… I wish you were with m- me, not her.”

You fight the urge to hide your face away in shame. It felt good to say it out-loud, but at the same time you want to puke being that vulnerable with someone who’s practically a stranger. Just an acquaintance, really. Your roommate’s short term fuck buddy, like seriously?

But his expression doesn’t change. He nods, his gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips a few times. Your breath is sucked from your chest. You lick your lips at the thought of him kissing you. You nod too. He leans into you. You’re both still while the ending of The Thing plays on the TV:

Childs: How will we make it? MacReady: Maybe we shouldn’t. Childs: If you’re worried about me- MacReady: If we’ve got any surprises for each other, I don’t think we’re in much shape to do anything about it. Childs: Well, what do we do? MacReady: Why don’t we just… wait here for a little while, see what happens?

Despite your slight intoxication, you’re acutely aware of this moment suspended in time. You feel his breath, whiskey and cigarettes, on your face. You inhale. It mixes with the musk of sweat and his masculine cologne and the scent is tattooed on your brain. His eyes are burning a hole into you. The gentle touch on your jawline, the tightening grasp on the back of your knee, it’s lighting your skin on fire. You crave the feel of his skin against your own.

Javier walks his fingers from your jaw to the back of your head, trailing across your ear in between. He grabs a fistful of hair at the base of your skull, which sends ripples of pleasure from your scalp down between your legs. You gasp, and he pulls your lips onto his. You kiss him back, savoring the way his mustache brushes against your face. The way his pouty lips seem to melt perfectly into yours. He renews the kiss, deeper this time. You part your mouth to run your tongue along the seam of his mouth. He moans quietly and grants you access. Your tongues touch and it’s so soft and wet and intimate, you turn needy.

You pull back so you can swing yourself on top of him, placing your thighs on either side of his hips and your hot center flush against the hard cock straining behind the zipper of his tight jeans. You feel the bulge pressing against you and can’t help but roll your hips back and forth slowly to create more friction. His hands press into the small of your back, he’s trying to get closer to you still. Ripping your sweatshirt off, you expose your breasts to the room. His hands shoot up to cup them, but you stop him, “Not yet.”

You run your fingers through his wavy hair and pull him into your cleavage, sandwiching his face tightly between your tits while he groans into your chest. The noises reverberate inside your rib cage. This is fucking delightful listening to him struggle against you. You drag him out by his hair, and as soon as you see his molten brown eyes you breathe out, “Now you ca-”

He doesn’t even let you finish before he has his mouth wrapped around one of your tits, shoving as much of it into his mouth as possible. He moans while sucking and running his tongue against your nipple. His hand grabs onto your other tit and squeezes for dear life. The sensation shoots off fireworks in your brain and you let out a strangled noise. His hips shoot up into yours, then he switches sides.

“Fuck yes oh my god- that’s so good baby,” you grab the hand on your wet tit and help him tease your nipple. He’s drooling all over you, moaning into your tits, and you’re fucking feral for him. You resume grinding your hips down onto him and he releases you from his mouth with a pop.

You pull his head up to meet yours and press your mouth onto his, moaning into the slow, wet, hungry kiss. You break the kiss to whimper at the ceiling as your whole body starts to break out in a sweat. He takes this opportunity to pull your neck to his lips. He tantalizes you by leaving a trail of wet kisses from your throat up to your earlobe. He catches the lobe between his teeth, then closes his lips and sucks gently. You come completely undone at the sensation.

You gasp, “Please”

He releases your earlobe and looks up at you, eyes smoldering, “Please what?”

He wants you to say it.

You press your foreheads together and beg in a whisper, “please- please fuck me.”

He wastes no time pulling your hips up so he can unbuckle his belt and shuffle out of his pants. You roll to the side and yank your shorts off. When you meet in your previous position, straddling him, the heat from your skin meets his. Your swollen pussy is laying right on top of his throbbing cock. When you buck your hips forward, the length of him slides between your lips, head rubbing against your clit. You rock back and forth again, gently this time, and continue at this pace. It feels like heaven. His face is pleading up at you and you are on a fucking power trip. You lick and suck on his neck while unbuttoning his shirt, then yank it off of him and throw it on the floor.

Your fingers splay across his chest, then you drag your nails down his torso, leaving a trail of tender welts behind. His breath speeds. Feeling yourself and your power in this moment, you lean forward to whisper in his ear, still slowly running your wet cunt against his cock, “do you want to fuck me?“

He moans and jerks up harder against you while his hands grab your round ass and he desperately attempts to push you down onto him more, “yes, please-”

Pleasure has completely consumed your being. He’s looking up at you, eyes pleading, mouth open. It’s more than you can take. You slide yourself up his shaft so the head is dipping into your soaking wet opening. Then you pause, and you hear his breath catch. You look into his puppy dog eyes and demand, “Say it.”

“I want to fuck you. P-please let me fuck you,” He begs. You oblige, and lower yourself down his length. He gasps, “Fuck-holy fuck-“

As he makes his way up into you, every single movement fills you with ecstasy. Your entire body shivers at the feel of him inside of you and you bite down on your lower lip, a moan escapes you and you can barely form a coherent thought as you start rolling your hips back and forth.

His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls your hips down harder, which makes you gasp, “Fuck, Javi, that’s so fucking good.”

He completely lifts you up as he adjusts the position, moves onto his knees and turns the two of you around so your back is against the couch. You wrap around his body and slide down onto him further. He puts his hands around your lower back to support you. Your foreheads press against each other and you’re breathing into each other.

A loud moan escapes you as you adjust to this new angle and it lights your nerve endings on fire. He starts plunging in slowly, deeply.

“So fucking good. Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he breathes into your mouth, then starts frantically kissing you.

“Faster, daddy, please-“ you beg him between hungry kisses.

He lets out a guttural moan and instantly obliges, pounding into you hard. Your heartbeat starts thudding in your ears and you swear your entire body is buzzing. You’re completely lost in each other. Nothing matters but the two of you, starved for intimacy, completely drunk on lust.

You feel the heat of an orgasm begin tingling in your center. You start babbling “You’re going to make me fuck- fucking cum, don’t stop daddy, please-“

He keeps the same brutal pace and growls, “Fuck- yes, be a good girl, fucking cum for me-“

You look up and lock eyes with him as you nod frantically. You close your eyes, but he pants, “Look at me, open them.”

You snap your lids open to meet his dark eyes, and let out small frenzied whimpers as you ride your climax up. It’s so fucking hot to be looking into his eyes as it happens. Your face contorts as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you cry out, and you’re sure your brain is completely fucking broken by this man. He let out a choked sound and his whole body goes rigid, he gives you a few more thrusts while both of you find your release.

He lets you go so you can lay back onto the couch, completely and utterly wrecked. He lays back on the other side of the couch, and your legs tangle together.

“Did you just cum inside me?” You ask quietly, still trying to catch your breath and return your pulse to normal.

“Fuck,” he sighs, then you hear him light up a cigarette. You follow his cue. He sits up and looks at you, “I did. I wasn’t even thinking. We should have used a condom, I could have pulled out. I didn’t even realize I was going to until I felt you-“

“I swear to god if I get knocked up the first time I’ve had sex in months I’m going to murder you,” you promise, laughing but really if you get knocked up the first time you’ve had sex in months you might actually murder him.

“Worth it,” he grins from ear-to-ear.

His handsome smile is contagious. You roll your eyes playfully, then meet his gaze. He grabs your hand that’s not holding a cigarette, brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your wrist, then presses your palm against his cheek. You leave it there.

There you two are, making goo-goo eyes at each other, when you hear Michelle say, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Chapter 3

#javier peña #javier peña x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña x reader #javier peña x ofc #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #daddy pedro #pedrostories #jdett

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writingwitharlo · 2 years

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Do The Thing

a/n: whoop, it's a big boy... think this is trapesing closer to worship territory than tickling but it is what it is. pls leave nice comments in the tags, i'm very much on the fence about this one

anon: 06. “Could you… do that to me?” with nick/charlie and make it about body positivity

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie)

3144 words

Warnings: body image struggles, ED struggles

Everyone struggles with their bodies. It was something Charlie was still learning. That didn't stop his brain from making him suffer regardless.

Charlie watched silently as Nick tried to organise some cables of his gaming console. Not that Nick was a messy person, by any means. Just every couple months, the small clutters would pile up to a state that bothered the older boy.

"It's not going to be any fun," he had told Charlie only earlier that day at school. "And it's actually kinda gross."

Charlie had shrugged. "I can still keep you company. Make sure you don't get distracted." A couple pokes to the other's ribs had been enough to get him to agree.

"Ah-Alright, alright. Even if you're gonna be the biggest distraction there."

"Mh-hm, right. Shut up and finish your essay."

It actually seemed a big help to Nick to just have someone there. At first, the bigger messes like dirty dishes and rubbish, disappeared quickly, not wanting to leave a bad impression, even if the two had been going out for quite a few months already.

Charlie didn't care. He knew how easy it was to lose track of the state of his room. He dreaded having to return home that evening, fully aware of the state his own room was in.

Once the cables were organised to Nick's liking, his next goal was the scatter of dirty laundry across his floor and piling up on his desk chair.

Except, as the older boy went to crouch, to push himself back up to his feet, the sound of tearing fabric made him freeze.

Charlie looked up from his phone, previously engrossed in curating an appropriate cleaning playlist. "What was th-aHah! Oh, no!" He slapped a hand over his mouth, which did little to muffle or reign in his surprised laughter.

A very obvious tear now graced the seat of Nick's jeans. Serves him right for not changing into some comfy sweatpants like he might have done any other day. But no. 'I'll be too comfortable then and not get anything done.' Well, at least that tactic had worked. Until now.

"Noo, I liked these," Nick whined but let out a laugh of his own. He moved to the mirror, trying to see how bad it was as he felt along the frays. "Yeah, there's no fixing that."

"How did you even do that?" Charlie was forced to bite down on his lip, still grinning like an idiot.

Nick scoffed playfully as he shimmied out of the jeans. "That's what happens with a juicy, booty-licious arse." He made a point by shaking his butt a bit in Charlie's direction, which only made him snort with a cackle. "See? No tiny, twiggy butt to be found."

Their back and forth continued for another minute before Nick returned to the task at hand, seemingly happier without any jeans on, and Charlie focused back on his phone. Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.

That's not what he meant, he wasn't talking about me. But my arse is twiggy. Boney. He hates it. That's why he said that. I'm too skinny. Practically a skeleton. How could he ever love someone like me?

Without him even realising, Charlie's brain had latched onto Nick's words. A throwaway comment. A comment he had laughed at about not 30 minutes ago. But his spiralling didn't seem to go unnoticed.

"Char?"

Warm pressure at his ankle brought Charlie back to the present. He blinked, noticing the hand on his leg and following its arm until he reached a concerned face. "A-Are you done?"

Nick didn't reply immediately and only during the silence did Charlie notice the lack of music. He gazed at his phone to see that the playlist had finished. How long had he been zoned out?

"Right, sorry, uhm..." Charlie scrolled up and tapped the little shuffle icon, relieved as a familiar song awoke the little bluetooth speaker on Nick's dresser, albeit slightly more muffled. Nick must have turned the volume down.

Feeling Nick’s gaze linger, Charlie focused even more on his phone, refusing to meet his eye.

Nick let out a soft sigh and went back to finishing up the last bit of cleaning he could be bothered about, knowing better than to force Charlie to talk.

‘Great, now he’s annoyed with me too,’ Charlie thought, burying himself deeper in Nick’s hoodie. However, as if he had read his mind and just wanted to prove him wrong, Nick started to softly sing along to the music. Mostly to himself but very clearly not annoyed. That didn’t stop Charlie from scrolling through his phone almost manically, doing anything to stop himself from zoning out like that again.

“Ugh, finally.”

The mattress bounced under Nick’s weight as he dropped himself onto his bed beside Charlie. The latter lowered his phone, closing the game he had been playing for the last 15 minutes to glance around the room briefly. “Oh, you finished. Good job.” He patted Nick’s thigh and went to get up. “I should get home-”

“Wait, hang on.” A hand on his wrist made Charlie pause, slowly settling back in his spot. “Do I not get a congratulatory kiss?”

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully and leaned down, pressing his lips to the corner of Nick’s mouth. “Good jo-hmb.” Clearly, the older boy had other ideas on how his prize should look as he pulled Charlie back in for a proper kiss.

Even with Nick on his back, lying below him, Charlie could only go along with the other’s plans. The brush of a tongue against his lower lip was enough distraction to convince him to stay, however.

A minute later they broke apart, both slightly breathless with rosy cheeks. Charlie brought a hand to Nick’s chest, using him to push himself upright again after being pulled down.

“Thanks,” Nick chirped, propping himself on his elbow. He took Charlie’s hand in his, refusing to let him get too far away, not ready to let him go home just yet.

Charlie just stared at their hands, jaw clenching when Nick began to run his thumb over his boney knuckles. It took a lot of willpower not to pull his hand away.

“Not just for the kiss but for not letting me get distracted. And the music.”

Charlie only gave a brief nod, fixing his eyes on the tidied desk. “That’s okay. Happy to help.” He felt a squeeze to his hand, and when he ignored it first, there was another. Hesitantly, he brought his gaze back to the other boy who was already looking at him with… fondness? No, that couldn’t be it-

“I love you.” There was no hesitation behind his words. Still it made Charlie’s brain short-circuit.

It wasn’t the first time he had heard those words. Those three special words. Thinking about the very first time still made him cringe a bit. How awkwardly he had gone about it.

“I-... Are you sure?” Charlie’s tone sounded playful, but to him, it was a genuine question. Did Nick really love him? Or did he just pity him, like Ben had?

“Hmm…” Nick pretended to think about the answer for a moment but fairly quickly came to a conclusive answer. “Yeah, pretty sure- Wait.” He laughed when he noticed Charlie’s reaction. “Why are you crying?” But as the other brought his hand up to cover his face, Nick’s smile faltered. “Hey, whoa, Char…”

Nick scrambled to sit up, arms flying around Charlie’s shaking shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The younger boy buried his face in Nick’s chest, practically slumping into his lap. He shook his head. This was not how an okay person reacted to a love confession. What was he even crying about? This was ridiculous.

Rubbing soothing circles into Charlie’s back, Nick tried not to let his concern filter into his voice, knowing his boyfriend would just beat himself up if he knew he had upset Nick in any way. He continued to mumble sweet nothings, letting Charlie know that he was safe, that he wouldn’t be leaving his side. Nick couldn’t say he had been expecting this reaction, but from the way Charlie had been acting earlier, perhaps he should have known that it was something bigger.

It took some time but Charlie’s breaths rattled less with every passing minute until there was only the occasional sniffle every now and again. Nick could feel he was getting ready to pull away and gave him a reassuring squeeze, paired with a kiss to his messy curls, before allowing him to sit up again.

Charlie used the back of his sleeve to dry his eyes before noticing the damp stain he had left on Nick’s t-shirt. “Oh, fuck. Sorry.” A watery laugh mingled with the words as he brought his hand up to try and dab it dry.

Nick just shook his head with a lopsided smile, holding onto Charlie’s wrist. It seemed the worst had washed away with the tears. “It’s just a shirt,” he mumbled and ducked his head in an attempt to catch Charlie’s gaze. “There you are.” He cupped Charlie’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks before he pressed a gentle kiss to one, then the other. “I’m pretty sure congratulatory cuddles were also part of the deal.”

Charlie raised his brow slightly, as if ready to argue that he had never entered such a deal but cuddles sounded like just the right thing so he just nodded. He keeled forward bringing his arms around Nick’s neck, his weight pressing against Nick’s chest and they both toppled over, each with a huff of their own.

Nick fished around for Charlie’s phone, changing the music to a more cosy playlist before tossing it aside and fully engulfing the other boy with his arms. He could feel Charlie playing with his hair and gave an approving hum, head tilting slightly for better access.

Charlie wasn’t sure how much time passed. The playlist was long. He had made it himself, after all. They had adjusted themselves slightly after about ten minutes to stop any limbs from falling asleep, and since then, Nick’s hands were beneath the hoodie, fingers drawing random shapes into the fabric of the shirt he wore beneath.

It was comforting and distracting at the same time. Comforting enough that Charlie melted into the touch but so distracting, that all his brain wanted was to ask one specific question. The only problem was, he had never asked this question before. And with the way Nick’s hand was starting to pause every now and again, it couldn’t be long until the older boy would doze off.

“Nick?”

“Yeah?” Or maybe not.

Nothing more came and Nick’s eyes fluttered open. The surprise on Charlie’s face told him he had not expected him to still be awake. And in all honesty, he didn’t think Charlie was either.

Charlie’s nerve, that he had built up over the last three songs, was gone with one look from Nick’s warm eyes. “Uhm, could-” He couldn’t do it. His head ducked down and he buried himself in the crook of Nick’s neck. Maybe from here… He tried again.

“Could I what?” Nick asked, the muffled voice too intelligible, even right beside him.

Charlie huffed and Nick was pretty sure he could feel the blush against his neck. “Do the thing?”

Nick’s eyes narrowed in thought, unsure how to decipher the requisition. “‘The thing’?... What thing?”

A bit of a whine mingled with the second huff. Surely he was just messing with him. It was so obvious what he meant.

Nick chuckled, although apologetic, still amused by the other’s flustered frustration. “I’m sorry, Char. What thing? I don’t think we’re thinking about the same thing right now.”

Charlie buried himself deeper, refusing to answer. Or rather, too embarrassed to answer. It was a silly request anyway.

But Nick was patient… and knew how to persuade an answer out of him. He resumed his treatment against Charlie’s back, drawing generous swirls into the relaxed muscles, only to accidentally drift too close to more sensitive zones every now and again.

It wasn’t enough to draw any audible reaction, but when Charlie shrunk back with a flinch, Nick was ready to give a totally sincere apology.

“That,” Charlie breathed out and Nick’s brain stalled. “Could-... Could you… do that… to me? The way you did last time?”

Nick moved his head back slowly so he could get a glimpse at Charlie’s face and was met with the most sheepishly innocent look. A grin lit up Nick’s face and he just nodded, planting a reassuring kiss against his temple before pulling back, giving Charlie enough space to get himself comfortable.

Once Charlie was in position, he looked over at Nick and gave his okay. Propped on his elbows, settled between Charlie’s legs, Nick slowly brought his hands beneath the hoodie again. Except this time, they intentionally found their way beneath the shirt to make contact with the warm skin below.

Charlie couldn’t help the soft gasp and brought a hand up over his mouth, unintentionally sucking his stomach in. “Shh,” Nick soothed, unable to stop smiling at his reaction. His hands trailed over his tense belly until the muscles finally relaxed, his touches slow and steady but deliberate, always leaving enough pressure that Charlie didn’t feel like curling up on himself.

“How’s that?” Nick asked after a few minutes, his hands now moving in a predictable pattern.

Charlie hummed, eyes closed and one hand holding onto Nick’s forearm (just in case). “Don’t stop.” Once he knew where Nick’s hands were moving, it was easier to let go, his breath evening out as he focused on the trail of tingles Nick’s fingers left behind.

Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “Wasn’t thinking about it.” Perhaps this would become their new ritual.

This wasn’t the first time they had found themselves in this position. Although, the first time, their roles were reversed.

The boys had been out to eat with the rest of the Paris Squad. It had been someone’s birthday. There was pizza and burgers and chips and milkshakes. By the time Nick and Charlie got back to a bed, Nick had started to regret taking Darcy up on that bet, who could finish their milkshake the fastest. He had groaned most of the way home and even lying down hadn’t helped. He had just felt gross and like he never wanted to eat again.

Of course, Charlie had taken it upon himself to lift his boyfriend’s mood. Teasing and playful, it hadn’t taken long until light fluttering touches circulated over Nick’s belly. Had it not been for Nick’s worry of throwing up if he laughed too much, the treatment might have helped. But Charlie had been happy enough to shift gears. Slowing down and with more deliberate touches, Nick had eventually been able to relax, the soft zings from Charlie’s fingers lulling him in.

The second time, Nick had come to hang out at Charlie’s, only to find him bundled up with a thick jumper under his covers on one of the sunniest days of that spring. Without having to ask, Nick had crawled into bed with him, letting the other vent while offering his comfort. When Nick pointed out how much Charlie’s treatment had helped him that one time, Charlie didn’t see how he had anything to lose. It had taken a lot more convincing and adjusting for Charlie to trust the process but eventually settled down, practically turning to jelly in Nick’s hands.

Just like now. Despite Nick’s touches being considerably lighter from when he started, Charlie was still able to tolerate them, his fingers following the same path over and over. Down his stomach, along his waistband, over his hips, up his sides, across his ribs, down his stomach. It was almost mesmerising, even for Nick. And the lighter touches left behind a pleasant prickle on Charlie’s skin.

Nick glanced up at Charlie. It was hard to tell if he was asleep or not but at least the corners of his mouth were turned upwards, only to turn down again when Nick’s hands slowed. “Noo,” Charlie whined quietly, lifting his head to look down at Nick.

“Just a short break.” The position wasn’t the best but Nick would take sore arms over a sore back any day. “Did it help?”

Charlie felt his cheeks heat up and he nodded, squeezing Nick’s forearm. “A lot. I see why you enjoyed it so much.”

Nick laughed that warm, gentle laugh of his. The one he reserved for quiet moments like these. “You’re cute.” His hands held onto Charlie’s hips, holding them steady as his head dipped down. The soft lips against his warm skin caught Charlie by surprise but couldn’t help but hum when the peppering continued over the rest of the exposed skin.

Something about every individual spot getting the same level of love and attention felt even more… intimate. And after just a couple minutes, it was too flustering to bear.

“Come here,” Charlie whispered, giving Nick’s arm a tug and soon let their lips collide.

The sound Nick made into his mouth made it obvious that he hadn’t expected such a kiss but was quick to follow along. They made out for a bit until simply settling down beside each other, wrapped up in each other’s arms, much like before. “Thanks.”

Nick hummed. “What for?”

“Don’t.” Charlie dropped his hand from where it was playing with his hair to flutter over the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome,” Nick laughed, shoulders scrunching up.

It would have been so easy to just drift off right then and there, if it weren’t for the pit in Charlie’s stomach. Just it wasn’t a pit of guilt or worry but something he was still learning to recognise for what it was.

"Nick?"

"Hm?"

"I-... I don't think I've eaten today."

"Oh, Char." It wasn’t resentment, or annoyance or disappointment, just gentle scolding.

“I know.”

Nick planted a last kiss to Charlie’s jaw before moving to the edge of his bed, his hand held out for Charlie to take. “Let’s go change that.”

Charlie eyed his hand, one side of his mouth pulling up higher. “Are you cooking?” He took the hand to pull himself upright before getting to his knees to position himself against Nick’s back.

Nick chuckled, placing his hands over the arms that settled over his chest. “Looks like I am.” He got to his feet slowly, slightly bent at the hip to accommodate the extra weight on his back. “But only if you’re sharing.”

“Hm, fine. But only ‘cause you’re cute. And because I love you. And because I’ll get to watch you cook in your underwear.”

“Yeah, but not only in my underwear.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

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