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👢 Showbird - Chapter 7

Summary ||

When Akira moved to Fukuoka to pursue her dancing career, life was easy. However, when her father has an unexpected health crisis, she needs consistent work in the worst way to help support her parents back in her hometown. A day job lined up at one of the Hero Agencies promises good pay for the time being, but she didn't expect not only to meet but get to know the Pro Hero the agency is named after.

Follow Akira's perspective with some of Keigo Takami's sprinkled in.

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Also on AO3 Pairing || Keigo Takami (age 22 at start)/Akira (Fem OC, age 23 at start)

Warning || sex toys; accidental voyeurism; heat cycles (finally getting some heat 🔥)

WC || 5632

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The absolute overwhelming heat erupting beneath Keigo’s skin is too much. Touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Taste her. Take her. His mind is no longer his own, and he knows it. The memory of how her dark brown doe eyes roamed over his body, how her cheeks and ears flushed rosy pink just for him, how her scent filled his lungs and lured him in, begging him to take a whiff just behind her ear where her scent is the strongest. He wanted desperately to quench the growing need his instincts demanded that he obeys. No. Get a hold of yourself, Keigo, you’re not an animal. She doesn’t have a clue any of this was happening, and it’s not her job to take care of your bird-brain needs.

He groans loudly as he lands on top of a skyscraper, needing to rest and breathe in the cooler windy air in an attempt to cool himself from the inside. However, all landing does is draw his attention to the tent he has pitched in his pants.

“Fuck,” he sighs under his breath. He knew stopping at her apartment was a risk, that it might derail his entire day, but he had convinced himself he was stronger than that. However, the instant he saw her standing before him, he was humbled, and all sense of control slipped. It’s like his mind and body are completely focused on her existence. He knew by the time he left, he would be right where he is now, skin heated and cock throbbing in his pants like he was a horny teenager all over again. And of course, today of all days, he’s getting calls left, right, and center. He had to mute his phone while he was with her, not wanting her to realize just how preoccupied he was. But of course, she had noticed how dirty his uniform had become, and her glance lingered under his eyes at the growing dark circles. Of course, she noticed. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she had a quirk of perception with how well she reads him. Though, even still, she couldn’t have known how much just sitting beside her, their thighs mere inches from one another, how much it was driving him crazy.

His springtime heat usually lasted for a few weeks in previous years, but it was never quite this intense. He has never focused so wholly on someone like this before. It’s as if being able to channel this energy into a specific person has magnified his instincts tenfold. How the hell is he going to keep himself from pouncing on her? From taking advantage of her? Gods, just the thought of that sends a chill down his spine. No, he doesn’t want to push that on her, doesn’t want to cross that line when he’s like this. Is he open to it after his heat finally passes? Absolutely, but he doesn’t want to make a rash decision while in his bird-addled state, one that may hurt her in the long run. Besides staying away, which is damn near impossible, the only way he thinks he can manage it now is to white knuckle and bear it as best he can. He’s strong-willed; he knows he can outlast his bird brain’s drive. As long as it’s only a couple more weeks, he can keep a level head. He just hopes and prays she doesn’t push him further than he can handle before his heat burns itself off.

-*-*-*-

After standing on the balcony for a few moments with her adrenaline-fueled heart drumming in her ears, Akira composes herself to clean up their lunch’s trash and takes the steps to close up her apartment to take her leave. Of course, Keigo managed to leave a spot on her couch from his dirty pants, but it makes her smile. She’ll tackle it later when she returns from grocery shopping. After pulling on her sneakers, grabbing her reusable bags, pulling on a jacket, and strapping her purse across her body, she sets out. However, even with a task as simple as grocery shopping on her mind, Keigo and how he looked at her, how he touched her, flood her thoughts.

What was that look he gave her on the balcony? She’s never seen such an intense gleam in his eyes before. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s kissed her fingers either, so why does this time feel different? A warm pooling in her belly and butterflies in her chest make her sigh. She hasn’t been this drawn to someone in years. In all honesty, she resigned herself to be pretty asexual in nature except for the occasional want to get off, and she can do that herself. What’s changed? Why of all people is she having these feelings for a man she knows she can’t have, not without sacrificing her privacy? She scoffs under her breath as she walks the aisles at the nearest grocery store. I don’t know why I’m even thinking like that. Even if he flirts with me, what would come of it? A secret relationship we need to hide from the public? She doesn’t want that. She’s so lost in thought, she doesn’t hear her phone ringing at first. After a few moments as she comes back to reality, she pulls it from her pocket and answers.

“Hey, Yuri. It’s been a bit. What’s up?”

“Oh, hey, you picked up!” he laughs nervously, “I half expected you to not answer. I know you’ve been, you know, busy with your dad’s care, but I was just thinking about you and wanted to check in.” He’s endearing; he has been a lot more gentle with you since you left the office abruptly that last day, and he’s called every once in a while to check on you. Hearing him reference her dad unexpectedly, however, makes a pang of pain reverberate in her chest, which she swallows back.

“Aw, look at you, being so sweet.” She laughs when he stammers on the other end. He is so phone shy. “I’m doing okay. Actually, I’m back in Fukuoka now. I-... I don’t want to talk about it now. I’m in the grocery store.”

“Oh, good! I mean, glad to have you back. We can talk about the details later.” She sighs with relief before sorting through some leeks. “So, I guess, what are you doing later?” She hesitates to answer as she puts leeks, some peppers, and leafy greens in her basket.

“Depends. What do you have in mind?” She knows he’s about to ask her out. Well, not her out, but for her to join him and his boyfriend out to mingle. He had done it often when she was in the office, but because she was always busy, she never took the bait. But now, with her schedule blown wide open, she can’t really keep him at bay anymore.

“Well, if you’re up for it tomorrow night and need a change of scenery, how about I take you out to that club I was telling you about a while back? Go out, have some drinks, just unwind for a bit. It’d just be the three of us, so no pressure, and we can catch up.” Try as he might, he sounds so excited. She had met his boyfriend before when he brought Yuri lunch one day, but she can’t for the life of her remember his name off the top of her head. She’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it.

“Tomorrow night, right? I guess that works. It’ll give me some time to settle in. I just got back this morning.” She’s making quick work of the rest of her shopping, keeping her phone in the crook of her shoulder to keep her hands free.

“Fantastic! I’ll send you the details tomorrow! I’ve gotta go, though. My lunch is almost over,” he scoffs softly with a huff. “Talk to you later!” He hangs up before she gets the chance to say goodbye, but she knows that’s just his excitement getting to him. She might as well have just given him a present he’s wanted for years.

-*-*-*-

The rest of the day slips by as Akira checks off her list of menial tasks. All her groceries are taken care of, the vegetables washed and prepared for her near-future meals. Dinner has been in the slow cooker for a few hours as the evening arrives. The spot Keigo left on her couch is long gone, and with the help of a box fan in the window to help with airflow, it’s dry. After a long, hot shower, Akira finds herself curled up on the end of her couch in a set of sleeping shorts and tanktop, a lap blanket over her legs for warmth. Her hair sits atop her head in a towel while she treats her curls to a much-needed conditioning mask. She settles into a quiet evening of scrolling mindlessly on her phone, a movie in the background to keep her company. Having all this time to herself feels weird; she isn’t used to it, but she tries to embrace it. She stretches out to get more comfortable when she suddenly feels a sharp poke, jolting her with surprise.

“What the hell?” She digs between the cushions only to find a dull red feather. “Huh.” She turns the aged feather over under the lamp light. Keigo must have shed it during one of his visits, and based on its dull coloring, it must have been before she left. She twirls it between her fingers, and under the warm light, she can faintly make out subtleties in the red hues. His wings are such a marvel to her. Oftentimes she wanted to reach out and touch them, but she didn’t want to come off as rude. She traces along the edge of the feather, feeling how soft it is when approached with a gentle hand and more firm when she quickly draws her finger the other way. Her finger traces down the spine of it to the soft, fluffy bits, and it’s soft as down. Without thinking twice, she brings it to her nose and sniffs. Despite it having lived between her couch cushions for a month, it still faintly smells of the sky, of him, making her blush slightly. There he is again, taking over her thoughts as she imagines what his feathers would feel like against her skin, idly letting the feather stroke her cheek to get the idea.

“Hm,” she hums with a sigh. She decides maybe tonight she needs a little more self-care and that maybe finding her release will give her some relief. It’s been a while since she’s had the space or energy to even think about it, but the familiar warm feeling deep within her abdomen quickly makes itself known. Yeah, she’s going to get off, but first, she has some things to do.

After taking some time to reset the living room with a quick tidy, Akira checks the slow cooker, and she decides to return to it when she’s done with her hair. On her way to the bathroom, she ditches the feather in a little catch-all dish on her bedside table. Before she steps away to take care of her hair, though, she pulls her tried-and-true toy from the bedside table’s drawer and plugs it in to make sure it’s ready for her when she returns. She disappears into the bathroom, detangling and defusing her curls with the dryer on low. It doesn’t take long before she’s returning to the living room to grab her headphones off its hook, one she installed on the side of one of her bookshelves earlier that day to give them a home. With them turned up to her dancing playlist, she can’t hear a thing as she returns to the kitchen to handle the slow cooker, dividing its contents into containers. She sways, the seam of her shorts cutting into her heat and staining it with a subtle wet patch since she isn’t wearing underwear. She hums slightly, a bit out of tune since she can’t hear herself. After sliding the food into the fridge and giving the kitchen a quick tidy, she makes one final sweep of the apartment. She’s gotten better about making sure it’s locked up since Keigo got on her about locking her balcony door. She makes sure the front door is locked, closes the slightly open sliding door she had left open before making sure it’s locked as well, and returns her headphones to their hook - she won’t need them.

After returning to her bedroom, she puts her phone on its charger before grabbing her vibrator and a small dildo from her toy drawer to give them a quick cleaning. The anticipation has been growing as she has paced herself through her evening chores, and she is hyper-aware of the seam of her shorts digging into her sensitive core. She bites her lip as she returns to bed, sliding between the sheets and settling down on her side. It doesn’t take long to caress her hand down her heated body and rub her clit over the thin fabric of her shorts, only to bypass it and dip under the shorts’ hem to feel how wet she’s become. She sighs contentedly, dipping a finger into her core and knowing she’s ready. Her dildo quickly follows the path of her finger as she holds her shorts to the side, her toy quickly seating itself to the hilt, burying itself deep inside and pulling a shaky breath from her. Once her shorts are pulled over the base of the dildo, acting as a harness to keep it in place, she turns onto her side, her breath heavy. God, it’s been too long. The way her walls hold her toy securely in place sends a chill down her spine. Before settling in, she places one of her spare pillows between her legs to provide something soft to hump against. The final piece of the puzzle is her vibrator, and a soft gasp escapes her lips as she circles her clit with it over the thin fabric. Should she take her time? Probably. It would make her orgasm that much more intense, but that’s not her endgame at this point. She just wants to cum, to find relief. Keigo in his damn bodysuit flashes across the back of her closed eyelids, and she stifles a moan, pressing her vibrator more firmly against her throbbing clit, her hips rocking ever so slightly into its pressure, the dildo rocking in turn against the tight squeeze of her walls.

“Fuck,” she whispers sharply under her breath when her core spasm, gripping her toy. Already, the coil is tightening in her core, but she knows this isn’t enough. She needs more. Her breath is shaky and slow as she settles into a steady hump with her hips, the tension of her shorts moving the dildo ever so slightly, fueling her pleasure that much more. She can’t help herself as she slowly turns her vibrator to a higher setting and presses it against her now swollen clit, holding it as steady as she can as she keeps the pace of her hips slow and steady. The walls of her apartment aren’t insulated the best, so she tries to muffle her soft moans by turning her face into her pillow. It would be easier if she could will her voice into silence, but it feels so much better to let it free. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she imagines her vibrator being replaced with a hot, hungry tongue, his tongue, or even him being inside her, thrusting deeper than her toy does, scratching that itch she can’t quite reach on her own. For a moment she wonders how he would take her, if he would want her pressed into the mattress beneath him, his wings open proudly behind him. Or maybe he would have her riding him, letting her take control. A strained groan escapes her throat as her hips begin to lose control, rocking on their own as her hand starts to tremble her vibrator roughly over her clit.

“K-Kei-,” she squeaks into her pillow as she feels her orgasm mounting, but she still feels like it’s not enough. She needs one final push to send her over the edge. Her breath is heavy as she glances toward her nightstand. Maybe his feather would be just what she needs. However, when her trembling hand fumbles around the catch-all dish, it’s nowhere to be found. She huffs under her breath. Her bedroom window is cracked open slightly, so the breeze must have blown it to the floor. Either way, she isn’t about to crawl out of bed to look for it when she is already so close. Instead, she slides her hand down the back of her shorts, following the curve of her ass cheek until the tips of a couple of her fingers are probing her tight hole. That in and of itself is enough to send her shaking, her moans coming as trembling gasps as her core snaps sharply around her toy, her body convulsing with each passing wave.

“A-Ah… F-Fuck…,” her voice is hoarse as he body slowly stills after she removes the still-buzzing vibrator from her overly sensitive clit. Her pussy is still contracting around her dildo moments later when she gets the strength to finally take off her shorts, tossing them across the room toward her laundry basket but missing by a long shot before taking her toy out and finally collapsing into her bed with relief. Well, as close to relief as she’s going to get. Her orgasm was good, but she knows if she had prolonged her playtime or even invited someone over, it would have been better. With a heavy sigh, she stands to clean herself up, leaving behind the familiar smell of musk and heat in her wake.

-*-*-*-

The familiar tingling sensation of an intimate touch forces Keigo’s wings to nearly seize mid-flight. His breath catches, a pang of fear rising as he quickly descends to land on the nearest building, but he knows he won’t make it that far as his wing gives in. Losing altitude fast, he swears sharply under his breath as he braces himself, slamming into the side of the building with a sickening thud, knocking the breath from his lungs. Frantically, he grabs onto anything his hands can grip after sliding a few feet down the side of the building. The skin of his knuckles screams as they scrape the worn bricks. His legs and arms burn from the effort, his wing twitching uncontrollably behind him as he attempts to get his bearings. What the fuck was that? After a moment to collect himself, the sensation continues, growing in intensity, making him blush.

“Talk about the worst timing,” he grunts between gritted teeth. He is on his way to file his reports for the day, and his agent is expecting him. He doesn’t have time to deal with this right now. However, a shiver runs down his spine, as if an invisible hand is stroking the most sensitive parts of his wing, leaving him breathless and unable to regain control.

“Gods be damned,” he says shakily, glancing around to find a way down or at least something he can stand on while he attempts to regain his composure. But just as quickly as the sensation starts, it stops, and his wing quickly falls back into place against his back and under his control. Not trusting it’s truly over and safe to fly, though, he shimmies over to the nearest fire escape and plops down to catch his breath in the cool evening air. He groans as he wipes his face with his hands, as if that alone will make the heat that has risen to his face dissipate. His skin already feels hot and too tight for his frame, driving his instincts to the forefront of his mind. To his knowledge, all his feathers are accounted for. The only explanation would be that it’s an older one, which he doesn’t believe would give him this kind of reaction. Unless…

He closes his eyes and focuses his mind’s eye on this feather. At first, he doesn’t recognize where it is. The cool feeling of a ceramic dish, the metal of a couple of rings, the faint lamplight of a nightstand. He expands his focus, trying to see more of the room, but it’s all blurry, too dark to see clearly. Instead, he focuses back on the rings in the dish. His eyes shoot open when he realizes they are the rings Akira often wears, ones she had on when he warmed her hands and warded off the cold winter air with his breath. The feather, while old, is still connected to him just enough, and it’s on Akira’s nightstand. It must have been her ghost of a touch he felt.

“Fuuuck,” he draws out as he manages to stand on his wobbly legs. It’s been so long since anyone has even come near his wings with a touch like that, that he had forgotten how good it can feel, especially after what Nobari subjected him to the night before. The ache still radiates from the base of his wing where she squeezed relentlessly. With a heavy sigh, he pulls his phone from his pocket, shooting his agent a quick text that he will meet with her tomorrow instead, surely pissing her off thoroughly but not having the headspace to deal with it before turning his phone off, effectively taking himself off the clock.

It doesn’t take long for him to find himself on her balcony in the dark of the late evening. At first glance, he doesn’t see her, though the signs of her presence are there. The kitchen light over the sink still illuminates the small space. Her slow cooker on the counter is still on, the delicious smell of cooking chicken greeting his nose as he stands in front of the slightly-open sliding door. An incense burns in its holder on the coffee table, her blanket on the end of her couch balled up messily in her absence. Her scent, the familiar yet unknown one, has revitalized and permeated through the apartment after just one day of being back. Since she left the windows and door open, he can hear the sound of her dryer in her bathroom. If he’s going to act, it needs to be now. After her playful touch, he can’t let that kind of thing happen again, especially if he’s on call. Just imagine fighting or being undercover and all of a sudden, his wings freeze up. It’s a hazard at that point, or at least, that’s how he rationalizes it to himself as he opens the sliding door more, just enough to slip inside.

His heart is in his throat as he ever so quietly steps across the worn rug on her living room floor. Her scent is even stronger in the center of the room, hitting him square in the chest. Fuck, his bird brain is going haywire already, his skin hot with need. Stifling a soft groan, he glances at the blanket which must have just been wrapped around her. Without a second thought, he reaches out and touches it to find it still warm, and on instinct he lifts it to his nose, his eyes fluttering shut. He missed her smell in the weeks she was gone, and though he had tried to sneak a whiff of her hair before, he hopes she didn’t think twice about it. God, if she were to find me like this, she’d think the worst of me. He sighs silently as he balls up the blanket once more and sets it back down where he got it. He can’t spend time fussing around.

Ever so carefully, he steps into the darkness of her room, which somehow smells even more like her, drowning him in her scent. For just a moment, he closes his eyes and lets it settle across his skin, but only a moment. A quick glance at her bedside nightstand confirms the worst. Sure enough, her ring dish rests illuminated under a small lamp, and among them is his feather, taunting him, gleaming under the soft light. The adrenaline of being in a space he’s not supposed to be drums his heart in his ears as he steps around to the opposite side of her bed. He can’t help but send a precursory glance toward the bathroom. The sound of her dryer would surely cover any noise he could possibly make, but considering he can just barely make out the edge of the backside of her form through the doorway, he’s cutting it close. She’s not even a full ten feet away. His heartbeat in his ears and pulsing in his pants, he glides over to her nightstand.

The dryer’s droning sound comes to a sudden stop, and his breath hitches in his throat as his wide eyes dart toward the bathroom.

Internally panicking, he drops to the floor in an instant, silent as a cat, as the sound of her bare feet on the bathroom tile approaches. His wings press him flush to the carpeted floor as he prays she can’t see him over the edge of the bed or that she isn’t coming around to catch him. While the moment only lasts a few seconds, it feels like an eternity as she passes through the bedroom without a second glance in his direction. He sighs quietly as he exhales his anxious breath, listening to her padding around the living room before going to the kitchen. With no time to lose, he sits up, only to be met face-to-face with a vibrator charging tucked between the nightstand and her mattress. He wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t sticking out precariously. A deep blush flushes his face as he gnaws on the inside of his cheek to keep his composure. Well, well well. He takes a steadying breath as he silently shifts back to his feet, his eyes never leaving the curved shape of her toy. Someone must have plans later. His breath is uneven as he bites his lip, his hormone-addled brain conjuring images of how she might use it on herself before he pushes the images away. I don’t have time for this. Just like that, he swipes the feather from her nightstand and stuffs it into his jacket pocket before glancing at her bedroom window. Of course, it’s too small, so he won’t be able to just slip through its opening to make his escape. With one last glance at her charging toy and swallowing down his deep-seated desire, he heads back the way he came, pausing in the bedroom doorway and glancing her backside up and down. Of course, she’s barely clothed in a tank top and shorts - what did he expect, she is in the safety of her home. He’s the one trespassing. If he weren’t trying to be as discreet as possible, he could stay and ogle her all night, but for one, that’s creepy, and he’s well overstayed his welcome. If he’s going to eye her like that, he can wait to do it when both parties are aware, at the very fucking least.

She’s standing at the counter with headphones on, and even from here, he can make out the subtle beat of her music. As long as she doesn’t turn around, he can slip back out the way he came. With a slow, steadying breath, he takes a couple of slow steps, revealing himself from his hiding place. His eyes bore into the back of her head as she sways, moving back and forth as she divides up the food from the slow cooker. Keenly aware of the space he takes up, he steps back toward the sliding door, mindful of where her coffee table and side chair take up space in his path to freedom. His gaze never leaves her form, but when she suddenly turns toward the fridge, he freezes mid-step, breath catching once more. He’s a fucking goner. He’s sure of it. What will he tell her when she spots him in her living room without her permission? He needs to think fast, but nothing comes to mind.

Just like that, she’s turning back to the counter, food tucked away in the fridge, her hands making quick work of cleaning up the mess. Nearly heaving a sigh of relief, he quickens his pace back toward the door and only once he’s fully outside does he allow a slow, deep breath of the chilly night air to calm his nerves as he returns the sliding door to its semi-open position. After only a moment longer of watching her pace back and forth, he steps to the wall by the door before sliding down to have a seat with a deep sigh of relief.

“Fucking gods,” he sighs under his breath before pulling the culprit feather from his pocket. It’s so old, he can’t even reattach it, and yet under Akira’s touch, she sent him into a frenzy. Mulling it over, he guesses he must have shed it before she even left, so it’s been ruminating in her apartment for over a month now. How did he not notice sooner?

The door beside him slides shut, and the lock clicks into place before she draws the curtains shut. Good, she’s more mindful of locking up now. At least his chastising got through a little bit. He can faintly hear her shuffling around, closing down her apartment for the night before turning off all the lights in the living area. It doesn’t take long for her to settle into her room, and he can make out the soft creak of her bed through her still-open window. After an early morning to return to the city, plus all that comes with settling in, she must be exhausted. With the near-dead feather twirling between his fingers, he considers his plans for the next few days. Of course, work will be busy as expected, but he can squeeze in some time to catch up with her more. He always has time for her.

Tucking the dull feather back in his pocket, he shifts from sitting to kneeling to take his leave, but a small, muffled moan of fuck freezes him mid-motion. Eyes wide, ears twitching, his cheeks flushed red, he knows immediately he stayed too long, knows he needs to will his legs and wings to move, but the immediate heat flowing through his veins keeps him welded in place. Go, what are you doing? Don’t be a pervert, he reprimands himself but still, he can’t break the trance his body has fallen under. The subtle rumble of her vibrator piques his attention, and his heart hammers against his ribs. Shit, he’s a fucking goner. The way his mind takes off with his imagination, the thought of her being mere feet just past the wall pleasuring herself goes right to his hardened cock as it pitches his looser pants. What is she thinking about when she gets off? Is she watching something on her phone? Who is she thinking about? He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and with a firm bite, he tries to snap himself from his trance. His breathing is uneven now, and all his senses and nerves are screaming for him to join her. If she hadn’t locked him out, he very well could have. With a slow deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, he manages to stand upright right next to her window. It wouldn’t take but a quick motion to peek, but no. He’s already heard too much. Her breathy moans into her pillows are nearly too much, and he needs to give her some privacy, so he persuades his legs to take a few steps back toward the railing. Just as he climbs up to take flight, however, a shift in her desperate voice nearly makes him pass out.

“K-Kei-,” she squeaks, and his heart damn near drills right through his chest as his head snaps back to stare intently at her partly-opened window. If he didn’t have such good hearing, he would dismiss it, but there is no mistaking it - she’s thinking of him as she pleasures herself. His blood is like fire coursing through his veins, and on instinct, he leans to step back down but immediately snaps himself from the haze as quickly as it set in. He has to go. Now. Or else he will do something he regrets. Stifling a pained whimper in his throat, he shoves his blinders down and takes flight, the chilly night air stinging his cheeks as he attempts to put as much distance between them as he possibly can.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers as a mantra as he shoots through the air right for his apartment, his sore, scraped hands clenching into fists as he fights for control of himself. There is no way he will be able to function, not until he drains his balls until they’re damn near empty, the image of Akira touching herself, moaning for him, painted on the inside of his eyelids. One thing is certain now. Akira’s sweet, aroused, needy voice confirmed it - they are a match, and his instincts, his bird brain, has been screaming it at him all along. Her scent, so sweet and alluring only for him, has been signaling him all this time. They are a match.

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SUMMARY: Having realized Bakugou and Midoriya’s infatuation with you, Shouto decides to make a firm point at showing that you’re his and his alone.

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader (feat. bakugou katsuki & midoriya izuku)

genre: smut. slight angst. pro hero au.

word count: 8.0k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. possessive!shouto. (!!!)coercion. exhibitionism. bondage (kinda). slight degradation. praising. squirting. humiliation (bakugou & midoriya receiving).

author’s note: so the idea for this fic came to me one day while i was studying chemistry and it kinda got out of hand the moment i started writing it...haha, oops... but anyway, shoutout to rosie ( @shoutogepi ) for listening to me ramble about this and encouraging me to write this shit, love you lots babe! <333 also a reminder to please look over the warnings before proceeding, thank you!!!

If your open jaw is not enough to emphasize your shock, then the bag that hits the floor after escaping your grasp does that job for you. It also alerts the three existing presences in the room of your arrival, to which all eyes maneuver to the door of your shared bedroom, witnessing your appalled state at what is lying in wake.

Lounging on the futon, Shouto breaks your awed silence. “Welcome home, love,” he greets, warmly as per usual whenever he arrives home from work before you do.

You’re utterly surprised by how indifferent he sounds despite the two additional faces in the room. After all, it’s not every day you’d ever expect the Pro Number One and Two heroes to be here in your very bedroom, bound by what you have to assume is your boyfriend’s ice.

Unsure how to go about your reply, you instead opt to slowly walk into the room, assessing the situation. Your wary gaze darts between the angry red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki and the strained green ones of Midoriya Izuku. “I... U-Um… Shouto? What is all of this? What are Midoriya and Bakugou doing here?” You finally manage to address the elephant in the room, yet Shouto does not tackle your questions with as much haste as you are hoping.

He gets up from the bed to meet you in the middle, gathering you in his arms before his lips find your temple—the kiss he presses soft and tender, but the fact that there are two other pairs of eyes glancing over at you from such a compromising position warms your cheeks buried in his chest.

You don’t catch how Bakugou practically wrenches at the sight while Midoriya turns away, abashed. There’s hurt discerned in their expressions that can only be akin to pure jealousy. But you don’t know that. Well, not yet anyway.

“Let me explain, love,” Shouto starts, his voice a meager space away from your ear that he tucks a hair behind, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but are you aware that these two both—”

“That’s it! I don’t have to stay here and listen to this crap!” Bakugou’s loud voice bursts out, cutting the rest of Shouto’s words short just before they fall to your ear. Watching as a fever of energy begins emitting from Bakugou’s palms trapped in the ice, the dual-haired hero quickly acts by erecting another glacier to impede the blonde’s abilities, effectively keeping him trapped there. Bakugou can only grit his teeth as he remains bound. Meanwhile, you gape at the lengths Shouto goes to prevent these two renowned heroes from leaving this space.

The chill that diffuses throughout the atmosphere of the room pairs fittingly with the frigid stare Shouto points at your guests. Ensuring the cold doesn’t affect you, he regulates your temperatures with his fire side while your body is still pressed against him before continuing. “As I was saying, these two men in front of you both harbor the same feelings for you as I do,” Shouto says. You slightly turn to meet his heterochromatic gaze with confusion written on your face, unsure what his words exactly imply.

Reading this, Shouto’s hand at your waist travels to your nape. “I’m sure you must have realized it by now, love... The way their touches linger on you for far longer than necessary whenever you meet them...” His calloused hand rubs at the back of your neck, the other traveling up your chest that yields a strained noise from your mouth.

“Or how they flirt with you whenever you visit my agency while they’re there, thinking I don’t notice. Telling you how good you look or how pretty you are.” His words meld into your skin as his lips meet below your jawline, the sensation of his nibbles manifesting your noises into frail moans that lights blushes in your spectators’ cheeks. All attempts at disregarding those cases as friendly compliments are hindered when your attention is captured by Shouto’s wandering hands and hypnotizing voice.

“Though I wholeheartedly agree with every statement, I think it’s only right of me—your boyfriend—to be a little concerned when they’re always giving you those looks.”

You bite your lip in hopes of suppressing the next noise that threatens to spill from your mouth before curiosity overtakes you. “What looks?” you pry yet not entirely ready for the answer. Shouto breaths in closely next to your ear, voice guttural and full of weight.

“Like they want to fuck you.”

His claims have your eyes blown out wide, timbre compelling goosebumps across your skin at something so vulgar departing his mouth. You try to muster out a comprehensible thought for the sake of the two heroes, but the words are drawn back in your throat. Shouto catches your guarded look.

“Now, don’t go saying they’re just being friendly with you, baby. I mean look at them. Are those the faces of two men who just want to be friends with you?”

The air has suddenly grown tense, the tension so taut it could be cut with a butter knife. Hesitantly, you shift to meet Bakugou and Midoriya’s eyes to gauge a response from them. To your surprise, all you can perceive are the sheer expressions of shame painted on their faces—red smearing their cheeks with humiliation as they can’t help but glance at anywhere else but you.

“Well?” Shouto chimes in after you’ve fully grasped the reality of the situation.

Peering into his icy heterochromatic eyes, you gulp. You know you have no right to be lying to his face, no matter how much you insist it isn’t so.

“N-No,” you admit.

A grin curves on his lips before he kisses your cheek.

“Mm, smart girl.”

Despite you waving your white flag, Shouto doesn’t stop his touches from wandering your body. He palms at sensitive areas that leave you burning. Those whimpers you’ve desperately tried to conceal unfetter from your lips when his hands inch upon skin hidden beneath your clothing. His touches are firm with a mixture of warmth and coolness that has you holding your breath. The sensations cloud your thoughts, making you forget where you are as the other presences in the room now in the back of your mind.

Midoriya and Bakugou can’t bring themselves to look anymore—can’t bear to gaze at such intimacy they can never hope to attain. Especially when your cute noises leave a twitch in their pants, a feeling they fail to cast off in shame.

“Todoroki... you made your point, now please let us out of this ice,” Midoriya says through his dry lips. Though the verdant-haired hero knows he could free himself on his own with his strength, if Shouto has anything to say about it, he’d just conjure another pillar of ice as quickly as a snap of a finger to replace the shattered ones. Considering that’s what he’s done to keep the two of them from leaving thus far.

“You can’t be fucking serious about leaving us here, Icy-Hot,” Bakugou adds with far more hostility in his tone as he shoots a glare at the red and white-haired man.

The reminder that the top two Pro Heroes are still present in the same room as you while Shouto trails his large hands at every expanse of bare flesh he can find delivers a jolt of embarrassment throughout your body. Embarrassment that somehow kindles a lick of heat in your abdomen.

“On the contrary, this is only part one of what I have in store for you two tonight,” Shouto says, lips playing on the fine line of a smirk. “In fact, I plan on ingraining in your very minds that my love belongs to me and only me by making you two watch her come undone on my cock.”

There’s disbelief throughout the room, trying to comprehend the lengths behind his words.

“W-Wait, are we really doing this in front of them?” you sputter.

“If you’re that uncomfortable about this love, then I’ll simply leave them in this room and fuck you in the next one so they can at least hear every little thing I’m doing to you,” he offers, tone descending multiple steps that rack shivers down your skin as he circles your body, standing chest to your back.

“But having an audience entices you, doesn’t it? After all, look at how wet you are.” He hooks an arm below your leg, lifting it slightly so his free hand can slip into your panties beneath your skirt, no longer blocked by your thighs clenching together. You find yourself winding an arm behind his neck to keep balance. Your eyes shut tight from both mortification and pleasure at how he strokes your slit in front of the two heroes. Sure enough, there’s an abundant amount of slick gathered at your center, the shameful squelching at your throbbing cunt not eluding anyone’s ears in the room.

“Mmm, already such a drenched fucking mess. It’s like the fact that all three of us lust for you makes you even wetter,” he whispers into your ear like a red-winged devil professing your sins to you—sins you should feel disgraceful for, yet you can’t help the exhilaration simmering in your chest. After all, having three powerful, attractive men vying for your attention is nothing short of every girl’s dream. To deny the effects this has on your body would only add dishonesty to your list of sins. Shouto takes your silence as confirmation.

Parting from your panties, he reveals his fingers coated in your shiny essence to everyone in the room. Bakugou and Midoriya water at the sight, groans stifled under their breaths as the many nights of dreaming about how sweet you taste come back to hit them all at once. The saccharine dripping between your thighs is so close, and yet so far as Shouto remains firm on his word about keeping them bound throughout his show of dominance.

Though driven in such compromising circumstances, the two Pro Heroes can’t find it within themselves to tear their eyes away from you. Perhaps in actuality, a deep, dark longing inside them secretly confesses to wanting to watch you unravel amidst the throes of pleasure, even if your undoing is due to someone that isn’t them.

“What a naughty slut you are, admitting you get off at the thought of more than one man wanting to ravage this body of yours.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, heightening your mortification and the ever-growing wetness at your center.

“However, I’m all you need, isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m the only man that can reduce you to this soaked, quivering mess from just my voice alone, and the only one whose cock makes your body shake with pleasure that leaves you sore for days.”

“Yes, Sh-Shouto…” you airily whimper in reply.

Shouto’s index finger presses against your trembling bottom lip, slightly smearing your slick on its plushness before he cups your face to stare directly at Bakugou and Midoriya.

“Go on then. Tell the Number One and Number Two Pro Heroes who you belong to,” he commands lowly in your ear. Before you can speak, heat ignites in your cheeks. You glance down and take note of the prominent bulges within the two’s tight clothing, their cocks positively aching to break free from the confines. The fact that the two seem to be getting off on the sight of you manhandled by Shouto is something to acknowledge.

“I… I belong to you…” Your voice wanes.

“Who? Be more specific, baby.”

“I belong to the Number Three hero, Todoroki Shouto,” you say, more clearly this time. The response is sufficient enough to satisfy the man behind you, who turns your head so your lips can connect in a passion of teeth and tongue dancing together that leaves your lungs gasping for air, detaching with ragged breaths. While you’re recovering, Shouto tugs you closer by your chin, pressing your foreheads against each other, where you gander into the depths of his gray and turquoise eyes swimming with lust.

“That’s right, and no one else is going to fuck you like I am tonight.” He sneaks a side-glance at his fellow heroes. “They can only watch as I drive my cock into your pussy over and over again, wishing they were me.”

Midoriya remains silent, letting his troubled expression speak for him, blush persisting on his face. Bakugou, on the other hand, decides to spit a few words out.

“Fuck. You.”

Make that only two words. Still, the venom dripping off each one gets his point across, in that he’s absolutely livid. But sadly for him, it has no effect on the calm and collected Todoroki Shouto.

Taking you by the hand, he leads you to the futon, sprawled out flat for your small audience to behold the entirety of your fucking tonight. Shouto kisses the back of your hand before leaving you to continue standing. He settles himself on the sheets with his arms propped behind him to view up at you as you obediently wait for his orders.

“Well, love, you know what to do. Take off some clothes for me,” he says gruffly. You oblige, slowly peeling off layers. Your skirt piles into a heap on the floor at undoing the zipper holding it in place, quickly followed by the blouse tossed over your head which leaves the remaining clothing on your body your mismatched lingerie. The dainty, silk intimates are the only thing separating you from being fully exposed to everyone.

Even given a sparing view of you from behind, Midoriya and Bakugou readily eat you up. If they somehow haven’t been undressing you with their eyes before this, then they certainly are now. Bakugou zeroes in on your pert ass, emphasized by your panties, and itches to grasp its softness in his own palms, desiring to squeeze, rub, and spank till his heart’s content.

Contrarily, Midoriya has his sights set on the clasp of your bra. What he wouldn’t give to unfasten it from your body and have the article of clothing slip off your skin, putting your beautiful breasts on display, nipples likely stiff and begging for the attention of his fingers and mouth.

It’s unfortunate for them that no such fantasies will come true tonight. After all, you don’t belong to them. You belong to Shouto.

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, you rub your thighs together to create some friction between your lower lips, trying to subside the throb growing in your belly. But you can only endure for so long when Shouto is staring at you with such scalding intensity. You’re struggling to hold onto the remnants of your dignity before it’s stripped away from you at the next command.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous, but,” Shouto hums, admiring the view for a second longer before cutting to the chase, “I want it all off.”

Not wasting any time, your thumbs hook under the waistband of the silk, quickly casting the panties to join the pile below your feet. The way your web-like slick connects your folds to the material before breaking off as your panties reach the ground does not go unnoticed. Your bra, of course, is the next to be discarded—unhooked and tossed, unveiling your tits to the chilly air.

Defenses torn down, you stand bare and exposed to all eyes in the room. You don’t miss the glint flitting in the mismatch of Shouto’s eyes, staring at you like he’s uncovered a beautiful pearl beneath the ocean. Though this is far from your first time engaging in your sexual desires with him, you always fall prey to that carnal look of his, which seemed even more lecherous tonight. He runs a finger on his lips pulled into a seductive smile, eyes piqued at your naked form.

Prickles of arousal travel down your spine. You can’t discern whether it’s the very thought of your vulnerability or the fiery looks you swear are piercing into you at every angle that has you tingling with anticipation.

Either way, such spark coursing through your veins drives you into Shouto’s waiting arms as he beckons you to him. He welcomes you onto his lap, allowing your thighs purchase next to his own while his large hands grope at your soft skin. It isn’t long until your lips meet again, Shouto coaxing—no—prying them open with his tongue as it finds yours, brushing the underside and chasing with zeal. His roughness has you at a loss for words, quite literally as all you can respond with are the airy moans leaking out between each fervent lip-lock. When Shouto grabs at one of your mounds, index finger circling your perky nipple, you let out a surprised squeak.

Your two bystanders’ dicks stutter in response at the noises, having absolutely nothing to do but watch and listen in envy. Every time they hear such a sweet succession of sounds from you, they fidget in their positions, attempting to pathetically generate some pressure against their clothes to alleviate the pain in their cocks.

Shouto does not miss the way they struggle within his periphery, smirking at their pitiful attempts to find any form of relief. At this, a sly thought flickers in his head.

With his hands on your hips, he guides your body further against his own. You find your knees supporting you up while your upper body leans over Shouto, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. The position he’s led you in doesn’t grant you many options, besides obliging to be pliant in his hands.

Peeking over your shoulder, you flush with heat when you realize your ass is perked in the direction toward Midoriya and Bakugou. The troubling thoughts of whether you should feel flustered or flattered by their mesmerized state at how spread you are, hovering above Shouto’s lap, is ripped away when the Pro Hero begins cascading his hands across your skin. His palms waver back and forth within the boundaries of your ass and thighs, every now and then squeezing your warm flesh during his crossings between the two.

“Mmm, Sho…” you whine, the palpable neediness in your voice begging for him to touch your throbbing center already. Bakugou and Midoriya wish for the same, tormented by how slow he decides to take his caressing. If it were up to them, they’d already be tongue deep in your pussy already, perhaps even bottoming their cocks inside your walls, considering how soaked you must be. But no, Shouto wants this night to last. And he’s going to set the pace however he sees fit.

One of Shouto’s hands creeps beneath your leg to maneuver them further apart before his palms find their place at the underside of your poised ass. A short sigh floats amid your parted lips at how he spreads your cheeks, exposing your cunt freely to the two. You hear a groan, followed by an obscene “fuck…” that has you wondering what the view must be like from their perspective to render them so awestruck.

And man, if only you could see your pretty little cunt—wet, glistening, and fluttering on nothing, pleading for stimulation. Stimulation that Shouto grants sparingly as his middle and ring finger suddenly prod your slit, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth while you toss your head backward.

Your slippery pussy coats his fingers in an opalescent sheen. He hums at the debauched image of your body yearning his touch. “Such a slutty, needy pussy… So messy, even though I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet.” Shouto takes the sullied fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue at your delectable taste abiding his digits. It’s obscene how he makes a show of drinking up the honey from your thighs to taunt Midoriya and Bakugou, groaning between licks like it’s the one thing keeping him sustained. Well, then again, Shouto could probably survive on your essence for days if he tried, considering his favorite places to be is between your thighs anyway.

Head tilting in the direction behind you, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the two licking their lips while the other swallowed a large, heavy gulp. Before you can question it further, Shouto’s words resume ringing in your ear.

“It’s all for me right, love?” he asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

Your body quivers as he dives down to continue prodding your cunt before you can even respond properly. “Y-Yes, it’s just for you, Sho— Ah..!” You try your best to muster the words out. But his fingers give you no moment to spare. A jolt of pleasure spikes through your body as he reaches your clit, leaving your voice hanging in the air.

“Unnf... f-fuck...”

Shouto is relentless this time, attending to your bundled nerves at an excruciating rhythm that has you swaying your hips into his hands. Then all coherent thoughts are whisked away when you feel two fingers penetrating your sloppy pussy, thrusting into places you could never reach on your own, and prepping your walls for what’s to come.

“Baby, you take my fingers so well, you’re practically sucking them in,” he praises, reveling in the way you writhe in pleasure at him playing with your cunt. Whining, your legs move further apart involuntarily, allowing him deeper access.

You shake amid his ministrations, teeth pulling at your bottom lip at every sultry sensation rushing through your body. Wrinkling the fabric of his white shirt, your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails sinking deeper into clothed skin when you feel that familiar ache boiling in your abdomen.

“Your thighs are trembling just trying to hold you up. Going to cum soon, love?” Shouto asks. He chuckles at how vigorously you nod your head next to him, knowing your voice would fail you by the moans threatening to unravel precariously from your lips.

“Good, I want you to fucking scream. Show them how well you can cum from my fingers alone, yeah?” he murmurs beside your ear, not giving you much warning than that before suddenly increasing his movements on your cunt.

“Ah, Sho..! Sho!”

There’s nothing for you to do other than to chant his name over and over again like a mantra. You squeeze your fingers into his skin to make sure you don’t end up dissolving in his hands from the fire flaring inside you, threatening to melt you entirely.

And he loves every bit of the needy noises you make. Knowing it’s his name that echoes in the room around them, resounding in the very minds of his rivals who witness firsthand the way you scream out amidst the throes of pleasure—the scene better than any imagination of theirs they’ve conjured in their delusional fantasies—feeds Shouto’s ego deliciously.

The strained gasp you choke out when his lips make contact on your jawline has him smiling against you, the kisses he plants there blooming loving blemishes on your skin. You struggle to keep yourself together from all the sensations storming you at once. There’s something euphoric yet… foreign coursing through your body that you can’t discern, and you’re half-worried of what’s to happen when you reach your imminent release.

“Sh-Sho, wait..! Oh god, I’m gonna—!” you warn, but that only compels Shouto to speed up his pace in a last push for you to cum. From his bruising bites to his fingers methodically working you with skilled ease, it isn’t long until your escalating high peaks into intangible relief.

And god, the throb feels almost uncomfortable but so blissful at the same time.

The pressure builds up to an intense climax that has your walls clamping around his fingers, and your thighs shaking beside him while you yell out Shouto’s name. Holding you through every step of the way, his fingers steady inside you as you convulse around them. The ones at your clit continue rubbing your sensitive, swollen bud throughout your release to widen the intensity.

As your whole body trembles at the haze-induced orgasm, you lean against the hero for support.

“Ohhh baby...” His purrs rumble deep within his chest, an extra lick of delight in his tone. Your eyes are shut while you stumble down from your rapturous high, whimpering when Sho removes his fingers from your pulsating pussy.

“D-Did she just..?!” Midoriya questions incredulously, to your surprise.

“Fuck! I can’t believe she fucking squirted!” Bakugou follows.

At that, your eyes shoot open. You muster the energy to lift your body off Shouto’s lap and reveal to yourself the evident damp spot left on his pants from what you very much have to assume is a result of you gushing your release on him.

Trepidation creeps underneath your skin, swallowing you in mortification.

You really did that.

Squirted in front of the top three Pro Heroes in the country, making a mess on Sho’s pants with your flowing, translucent cum. The very reminder of it spouts your head with your overthinking.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to— I-I mean... I didn’t think I was ever a squirter. It’s just—”

“Love.”

A single word is enough to dispel your ramblings. You look up at Shouto like a deer caught in headlights, expression harrowed by apprehension. At that, he holds your shoulders, pulling you forward so he can press a reassuring kiss against your forehead. The tender gesture numbs the uneasy static racking through you, moving away to glimpse at the endearment hidden within the smoldering fog swirling in Shouto’s eyes.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures through hushed words he embeds unto your skin, hands warmly running down your sides. “Besides, you squirting on my fingers was so so sexy.” His seductive allure returns almost as quickly as it disappeared amidst his soothing tone. His touches and the extra flair in his voice makes you hot all over again despite just cumming.

“I must have made you feel incredibly good, getting you to cum so hard like that. Even giving those two over there a show. Just look at them...” Shouto whispers closely, nudging you in the direction of your onlookers whose reddening faces visibly recoil when your eyes cross. It’s as if they’ve gandered into the abyss—anxious at what’s to come yet can’t seem to look away. You flutter between their expressions, gauging their blushes and furrowed brows, before lowering your gaze at the prominent stain on the crotch of their pants, pre-cum seeping at the surface due to the arousal built watching you ruined on Shouto’s very fingers.

A part of you wonders how pent up they must be. Your curiosity dances upon lewd thoughts about how stiff their cocks are and how their lengths would look freed from the constricting clothing. Veiny, hard, and painfully red all because of you. All because of what Shouto is doing to you.

It evokes you with a newfound surge of confidence, finding solace in your sea of uncertainty. And coupled with Shouto’s loving demeanor, you don’t seem to remember what you were ever so self-conscious about to begin with.

“Look at how depraved these sad men are.” Shouto clicks his tongue, a voice in his head confirming of what he already long knew. Deep down, he at least assures himself that his former classmates are aware of their place. In which they’re only allowed to look—not touch—and if they so much as plunge into forbidden territory, he’d rise above the waters to bite their heads off. He recognizes this from just a simple inspection of their faces.

Deterring after hearing Shouto’s words, Midoriya’s eyes cast downward to the floor, brows softened with hurt. His expression is burdened upon not only stigma but guilt, lusting after a woman that isn’t even his while allowing the absurd thought he could steal you away from the fire-and-ice hero to ever cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the blonde mulls over in defeat more so than shame. Although never one to yield from a fight, Bakugou had long realized this battle was over before it even began. You were deftly out of his reach. All he can settle for now is the afterimage of your undoing played back in his head, the recording surrounded by a thick cloud of envy.

Shouto reads their compliance clearly—a wordless surrender witnessing your aftermath of pleasure. As a result, a grin surfaces his lips. Unfortunately for them, the sly devil latent inside him is far satiated. Perhaps it’s time to move onto the next course.

His fingers brush along the underside of your chin, leading your half-lidded eyes to him.

“Baby,” he says, and the way he calls to you in that low baritone makes you receptive to his every word, “why don’t you go over there and help our guests get their cocks out of their pants, hm?” You nod slowly, half-wondering if he read your mind during your indecent contemplation. Shouto kisses the corner of your lip before you stand from the futon and saunter toward the two pillars of ice resting in the room.

Your steps are slow and languid, the consistent sway of your hips hypnotizing to both sides. Reaching the two, you lower to your knees, bending forward and offering Shouto a view of your exposed cunt that still drips of your essence. He bites his lip, palming his bulge through his pants until he begins freeing himself of the unnecessary clothing that would have been discarded by now if he wasn’t so absorbed in your climax.

In the meantime, you kneel in front of the top two Pro Heroes, mooning over who to approach first until your red and white-haired boyfriend answers for you.

“Midoriya first. And then Bakugou.”

You can practically feel the fire lighting inside Bakugou at the command, knowing Icy-Hot gives the order in favor of Midoriya just to get under his skin. You do well to ignore his malice by crawling over to the green-haired hero, hovering above his bound form, and meeting his emerald eyes that are wide and fixated on your every move.

The proximity between you two has the air trapped in his lungs. He holds his breath out of fear that if he lets go, you’d vanish into a mirage. But his throat hitches the very moment your fingers trace up the fabric of his pants, disembarking across his thighs and toward his painful erection that twinges at your touch. It’s fortunate enough for him that you don’t disappear and that the sultry look you give him as you drag the zipper of his pants down isn’t a figment of his imagination. You catch a glimpse of his briefs, along with the head of his dick peeking above the waistband, still strained by a single layer of fabric.

Midoriya swears he can cum right then and there when you lightly palm his hardness—the first relieving sensation he’s felt all night before it’s surmounted by you tugging down the waistband. Cock released from its confines, it jumps forward out of excitement before slapping back against his navel. Midoriya hisses at being open to the air, his feverish skin stinging surrounded by the coldness throughout the room.

As you predicted, the Number One’s cock stands stout and protruding red at being neglected for so long. It begs to be touched.

“P-Please…” The whisper is almost inaudible, but you discern the desperation in his tone.

Midoriya’s pleading expression staring down at you nearly sways you to grant pity on him, but you know you’re given no position to do that. So sadly, you move on. The hero laments you leaving so soon, a whine quietly squeaking from him, left with nothing but his length stiff on his abs as you make your way to Kacchan.

Unlike the former, the blonde actually makes an effort to free himself one last time, a struggle you pick up on when you near him. He’s gritting his teeth together, heat slowly radiating off his body stoked by his anger. Yet that somehow all dissipates at a simple glance of your face. There’s a glassiness in your eyes that renders him silent.

His narrowed stare wanders toward your plush lips, looking so damn soft and kissable. If only he could muster the willpower to break free and move forward to capture them in his own, seal them tight so he wouldn’t have to hear Icy-Hot’s name spilling out of them anymore. But your steady gaze on him freezes him into the ice, halting his motions as if you were medusa. He hears nothing but his racing heart palpitating in his chest as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hm, Bakugou’s been a bit of a brat tonight, wouldn’t you say, love? How about you tease him a bit?” Shouto suggests mischievously.

Turning in his direction, you see him sitting on the bedding, naked and stroking his cock listlessly as he waits for you. The sight encourages you back to Bakugou’s erection to finish the task you started, thighs shuffling against each other at a glimpse of your prize between the Number Three hero’s legs.

As if you couldn’t get anymore seductive, you adjust yourself right between the blonde’s spread form, carelessly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you bend forward, back arching. Bakugou has no idea what he’s in for, fearing for the worst knowing you plan to tease him. He starts muttering a question that never reaches your ear, the words splintering off when he deftly realizes you’re pulling his pant’s zipper between your fucking teeth. Making sure never to break eye contact with him, you drag the metal down at an excruciating pace, each tooth of the zipper undone so slowly it’s practically torture to him.

“Shit... Y/n…” he groans wantonly as you reach the end of your destination. After being contained all this time, it seems his cock wants to come out with a vengeance. You gasp when it suddenly springs past his briefs, nearly making contact against your cheek.

Bakugou sputters an filthy amount of curses, finding the image of you wincing in shock and glancing up at his thick cock towering next to your face with the tip oozing of his pre-cum to be utterly pornographic. Well if this is truly reminiscent of a porn scene, you’d be wrapping your hands around the base of his cock by now, fisting it before delightfully enveloping the tip in your hot mouth. But the call of your name behind you cracks that fantasy into pieces.

To his dismay, your attention swerves from the embossed vein lining Bakugou’s dick to Shouto’s muscular body, idle on the futon, where he gestures a finger at you. You return to your usual place atop his lap, except this time there’s no longer any barrier of fabric to prevent you two from feeling each other’s heat.

Shouto grazes his hands on your back, humming into your neck. “Well, baby, you saw how hard their cocks were. How does it feel to have the top three pros all craving you at once?”

You pause amidst your reply, the little kisses he brushes on your jugular serving to distract you for a moment. You have to ask yourself if your boyfriend is throwing a trick question at you. Giving it some thought, you decide to tackle it honestly.

“It feels... pretty good,” you murmur, a tad squeamish while he maps the expanse of your neck with his lips. It’s an answer he anticipates according to the next question he follows up.

“But of all the cocks in this room, whose do you want the most?”

“Yours, Sho.” Compared to before, your answer is given promptly. Shouto grins at how eager you are for him. “Only yours.” You affirm one last time, effectively hammering a nail into Midoriya and Bakugou’s chests. Shouto’s hands traverse your waist, then to your thighs, giving your flesh a solid squeeze.

“That’s right, you’re my fucking cock slut and no one else’s.” You almost choke when he lurches forward to grind his erection against your wet core, emphasizing your innate effect on him. Whimpering at the slippery friction of his hardness on your swollen clit, you find yourself moving in tandem with his motions.

“My my, still that needy even after you already squirted all over my fingers? Your pussy is just so so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes... F-Fuck, Sho, please let me put your cock inside me. I want to cum on your cock so much!” you plead, voice rising at every insufficient jerk of your hips. It isn’t enough to just rub your sensitive little pearl against it. You need the thing inside you since yesterday, and you’re more than willing to throw your last fragment of modesty out the window to get it.

Luckily for you, your neediness seems to work in your favor as Shouto has no objections at granting you your pleasure.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you I’d be driving my cock in and out of you in front of them, didn’t I?” He runs his fingers on the edge of your cheek, admiring the cute desperation readable over your features—eyes glazed, skin hot, and cunt positively dripping. “Of course, I intend to keep that promise. But first…” He lays you two into his favored position, maneuvering your body until you’re straddling his thighs. He peers up at you while nestled back on the sheets.

“I suppose since I forced them here, the least we can do is continue giving them something to remember. It is going to be the first and last night they’ll see you like this anyway,” he reasons. The two mentioned pique hearing the statement. You yourself grow considerably hotter, realizing he’s angled you in a way that grants your audience another enticing view of your body above him.

“Well, princess, why don’t you start riding your stallion then?” Shouto incites his request as more of a command than anything else, and you begin earnestly catering to him by lifting your hips. You align his length toward your entrance. His calloused hands spread on your thighs at the anticipation of watching the head of his cock enter your wet heat.

“Ooooh yeah, keep going baby, take it all in,” he encourages through purrs reverberating in his throat. With each inch you swallow between your folds, his expression knits into pure bliss, brows narrowed at how well your tight pussy hugs his cock. He looks up and catches you slowly unraveling before his eyes. You strain to keep yourself together, eyes shut in pleasure at the delicious burn swelling in your stomach.

There’s a stifled noise parting your mouth that hangs open as you gradually envelop him to the shaft. Shouto’s thick cock slowly bottoms inside your walls and makes you feel so complete. While he lets you adjust to his sizable girth, his palms grope your skin, soothing the tense burn churning inside you.

“Mmph…” you whine, hands trying to find some leverage, laying flat on his abs. You give yourself a second, followed by another until the short pain you feel morphs into a delectable buzz.

“I… I’m going to move now, Sho,” you tell him before flitting up and down his long length, progressing tentatively. His heterochromatic eyes are dark and murky, watching his cock glisten in more of your sheen while you glide it into your pussy at a steady tempo. You make sure to take everything offered to you to the fullest, from the tip to base where his balls brush the underside of your ass. Shouto is more than endowed and you don’t ever plan on taking any part of his gift for granted.

“Mm, even after I prepped you, you’re still so tight for me,” Shouto groans, your cunt rippling waves in his body. Despite being consumed in your ministrations, you have to note how sinful he looks below you, sweat shining on his skin and tufts of red and white hair sticking to his forehead. It’s hard to believe a man as handsome as him could be so possessive with you, going through such lengths to prove to his rivals that you only belong to him. But man, do you find it to be hot. The notion once again has your cunt clenching considerably.

“It’s because—ah—you’re so th-thick,” you tell him, and in turn, he gives you a devilish smirk that adds fuel to the fire lighting in your abdomen. Before you can conjure another thought, he suddenly thrusts his hips up to meet yours, reaching a particular spongy spot that causes you to cry out.

“Why don’t we increase the pace then? Ride me faster, love. I want you to cum hard on my cock in front of them.”

Oh boy, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You swiftly nod, gathering some ardor in your thighs that helps you bounce more fervently on top of him. What was once subtle claps chiming in the room escalates into a concert of skins slapping against each other. Gripping your hips, Shouto meets every heavy drop with a firm thrust upward, continuing to reach the same place that induces heaven across your entire body.

Your moans are uncontained now, flittering out at how good Shouto’s cock is making you feel. The sounds are beyond intoxicating to him, like a midnight song he could get drunk on and gladly switch to repeat.

Every slam into your spread pussy steals your words away while reducing him to hissing between his teeth, your folds enshrouding him with unimaginable euphoria that has his onlookers glaring in envy.

The sight is one that Midoriya and Bakugou will surely replay throughout their wistful days after tonight. Your breasts swaying in time with your sloppy movements is a marvel to gawk at as the two implant your glazed body bouncing atop Shouto into their memories, their deluded imaginations going to work at inserting themselves into the fray.

Your hips plunging in sync at each surge of Sho’s cock has stars twinkling across your bleary vision, eyes rolling in the back of your skull. His cock penetrates you in ways no one else could, brimming your body with sublime rapture that you relay honestly in your wails.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Shouto mutters his praises. He effortlessly keeps up his drilling and angles himself perfectly so the tip reaches your erogenous zone throughout. His hands are digging so deep into your skin, you have no doubt your hips will be daubed purple by the end of the night.

Sweat thoroughly coating his body, his aggressive rutting into your velvet walls has his cock twitching inside you. He recognizes you’re nearing your climax as well when you slowly grip him like a vise. “Gonna milk me, love? Squeeze all the cum out of me and into that slutty pussy of yours?” He asks the question through grunts he spits between his teeth, the sounds coming out on the cusp of feral growls. He’s amused by how your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you try to form any kind of response. The rampant motions make it hard for you to grasp any sense of reality other than the sensations that collide your nerves.

“Y-yes, yes! I’m so close, Sho— Please—!” The moment you have a hand on your wheel of cognition, you start begging like it’s second nature, uncaring of the other two in the room as tears dot the edges of your lashes for relief. And how is Shouto to deny you when you’re playing such a lewd act?

“Need it so bad, n-need to cum— Ah—!”

In the very next second, your body dives to where your back forcibly lands snug on the futon, choking your words to a startling puff. Shouto shadows over you, leering down like he’s sizing his prey one last time before going in for the kill.

“Hm, since you’re begging so nicely for me, I’ll gladly help you reach your bliss, baby,” he says, tongue running along his bottom lip before he resumes driving into your pussy.

He hooks his hands beneath your knees to spread you apart further, giving his cock no repercussions on pistoning forward at unbridled speeds. Your fingers delve into the sheets, gripping the cloth like it’s your lifeline. You feel your lower body slightly lifting off the bedding due to Shouto wanting you two impossibly closer, cock thundering against you.

What you’ve yet to realize—trapped within your tornado of ecstasy—is your spectators freeing themselves from the ice, glaciers reduced to pieces at their powers. The whole exhibition had been too much for them to handle, quite literally snapping their restraints. Their clothes are gone within a flash, articles of them thrown half-hazardly on the floor. It leaves nothing to stop them from finally granting some form of bliss on their neglected cocks, fisting their lengths in conjunction with your symphony of moans.

That aside, they don’t matter to you at this moment. All you have eyes for is the man above you, whose heterochromatic gaze returns your shared adoration with equal fervor, if not more so.

“Well, love, you wanna cum, right? Then you know what to do,” Shouto grunts, lowering his torso so he can close a bit of the distance between your faces, “Tell me, who’s making you feel this fucking good right now?”

Brain a scrambled mess, you’re thankful the answer you scrounge for is a simple one.

“You, Shouto! Unnf, it’s your cock that’s making me feel good!” you exclaim, your back bowing off the bed when you perceive the coil tight in your abdomen nearly about to break. Your wanton reply has him sending his satisfaction back tenfold into you through the expert rocking of his hips.

“Yesyesyes, oh fuck— Y/n, cum all over my cock! Let go, baby!”

You scream the moment the order is given, Shouto slamming into your g-spot the impetus you need to come undone in violent spasms. Firecrackers spark beneath your skin at the ecstasy hitting your every nerve. Seeing you reach the apex of your high—eyes lidded and limbs trembling as you throw your entire body into the sheets—encourages Shouto toward his release, pumping himself in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck! Y/n!” he pants raggedly before snapping his hips in place, dick twitching inside you. A gasp rips your throat as you feel his thick ribbons of white cum fill you to the brim. Shouto remains inside you for a good minute longer, hovering over your sluggish, sweaty body to seize your lips in his while you two slowly descend from heaven. You move sweetly and slowly against him, savoring the moment in the presence of his tender loving.

Meanwhile, Midoriya and Bakugou have already blown their loads all over themselves, creamy spurts painting their skin. They lean back to find their groundings, unable to even speak after what was surely an excruciating event for them both.

You’re still unsure how to go about confronting the aftermath of it all, deciding to only imbed your eyes onto Shouto due to the embarrassment that starts simmering in your mind now that you’ve come down from your highs. Your fingers rise to swipe a few stray strains of damp red-and-white hair off your boyfriend’s forehead, murmuring something kept between the two of you.

“Going through all of this just because you were jealous? You sure are insatiable, Sho.”

He chuckles at the jest behind your words, giving the other Pro Heroes a once over before he comes back to you with a satisfied grin plastered on his face, making you question whether his devilish tendencies have truly left him after tonight.

“What can I say? I guess I just want to monopolize you, baby.”

#bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha smut #todoroki smut #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha imagine #bnha fic #todoroki fic #todoroki imagine #tw coercion

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goonification · 3 years

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san/seonghwa/wooyoung

established!woosan playing with their favourite toy, seonghwa

(this is technically mostly sanhwa bc wooyoung likes to watch but he’s very much ateez present, don’t worry)

“Wow, Sannie look! He’s already hard.”

Seonghwa already was on his knees in front of San when Wooyoung pointed shamelessly at the growing bulge in Seonghwa’s boxers. It was the only article of clothing left to hide just how turned on he was. His thighs tightened and his hands dropped with shame as he tried to hide the obvious outline of hard cock in his underwear.

Wooyoung was casually cross-legged on the sidelines, as if he was merely watching them play video games and waiting his turn for the controller rather than about to witness his boyfriend get head from their mutual friend and occasional plaything. Wooyoung laughed loudly at Seonghwa's efforts. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the obvious.

“Aw, you’re right.” San peered down past Seonghwa’s blushing face and chest to gawk at the tenting folds of Seonghwa’s boxers. “Well, Hyung is just going to have to wait now, isn’t he?”

Cheeks rosy, Seonghwa nodded politely. His body slowly started to decompress as he eased into the feeling of being on display for them.

High off the prospect of getting his dick sucked while his boyfriend watched, a sleazy smirk was glued to San’s face. His t-shirt was only partially off, tucked behind his neck lazily and still attached to him at the sleeves. Seeing as he was otherwise fully dressed, it was obvious he was only trying to show off his abs with the impractical stunt. Wooyoung liked him best when he was cocky and San wasn’t one to deny his boyfriend a worthwhile show.

“It’s okay.” Wooyoung looked equally as cocky as he comforted Seonghwa, “San’s probably hard under there too.”

“Yeah?” Seonghwa spoke in barely a whisper, eyes innocent and wide as he redirected his attention directly in front of him to the in-seam of San’s jeans. The unforgiving fabric was tighter than usual. There was a gap between his body and the waist of his baggy pants that usually wasn’t there as they lifted away from his stomach.

Mindlessly, Seonghwa licked his lips before realizing how obvious he was being.

“Someone’s eager.” Wooyoung quipped through the drawl of his horny daze.

“Whenever you’re ready.” San looked down at Seonghwa’s desperation and threaded a strong hand through his hair for encouragement. “You know how much I like it when you unwrap me all by yourself.”

Shaky hands popped open the button of San’s pants. The sound of his fly being unzipped sent butterflies loose in the depths of Seonghwa’s stomach; the otherwise inconspicuous sound of a zipper was downright filthy given the context.

Next, Seonghwa pulled down on San’s belt loops with enough force for the fabric to clear the resistance of his bulge and leave San in only a loose pair of boxers.

They shared a warm exchange as Seonghwa peered up at San with already-damp eyes, savouring the last moment as himself before he was reduced to nothing but a hole for San to use. San pushed the hair out of Seonghwa’s face, preparing him for what was about to come.

Brain foggy, Seonghwa was thinking hard to decide how he would remove the last layer, trying to ignore the background noise of fabric shifting followed by soft moans. Wooyoung never was keen on patience.

“C’mon Hyung, you know San doesn’t like to be teased.” Wooyoung grunted out a warning, breath already wavering as he pleasured himself beneath his waistband.

“I’m pretty sure you just want to see my cock.” San wasted no time putting Wooyoung in his place, to which he simply groaned with pleasure at the insult.

San was interrupted from reveling in his boyfriend’s crudeness when he felt the chill of cold air across his cock. Seonghwa was carefully lifting the elastic waist of his boxer up and over the member before letting it pool at San’s legs.

All three of their breaths slowed down as they took in their own unique perspective on the scene. Seonghwa was face to head with San’s thick cock, veiny and already sticky at the tip for him. It wasn’t quite unfamiliar but the sight was still fresh and pleasantly shocking enough that it knocked the air right out of his lungs.

San’s ego was stroked to completion as he watched his Hyung’s reaction to his dick, breath hitching and eyes locked on to the head, leaking at the promise of Seonghwa’s soft lips soon to be wrapped around it.

Lastly, Wooyoung accompanied the sight of his boyfriend’s hard cock, inches away from a needy Seonghwa’s parted lips, with a greedy squeeze to his own aching balls, reminding himself of just how much he liked to watch.

His whiny voice impatiently cut through the tension in the room like a dull knife begging to be sharpened. “Go on. Don’t leave him waiting.”

“Shhh, Wooyoung.” San saw Seonghwa’s eyes glaze with panic and scolded his greedy boyfriend. “I want him to think for himself.”

“But you’re dripping.” Wooyoung winced when a weighty drop of San’s precum succumbed to gravity and hit the floor. To him it was a thoughtless waste.

“Hyung knows what he’s doing.” San tsked. He glared daggers at Wooyoung. “Do you want to be blindfolded? Because I’ll do it.”

The threat was plausible and hit him where it hurt. He loved watching almost as much as he loved being in the centre of the action. Wooyoung quickly shook his head no and made a zipping motion across his lips. The thought of having to get off from sounds and smell alone was torture. He would be quiet for now.

Well, as quiet as his body would let him be as he continued pleasuring himself.

Meanwhile, hot breath against San’s dick became hotter with each shallow puff from Seonghwa’s lungs.

“Can I?” Seonghwa looked up longingly at San, waiting for permission he knew he already had. He was stalling. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why.

“Of course, baby boy.” San cupped Seonghwa’s face. He softly swiped his thumb over one of his Hyung’s cheekbones, caressing the soft skin there. San couldn’t help imagining how pretty he would look with cheeks hollowed out and taking his dick, however, he kept his filthy thoughts to himself. Seonghwa needed support first. “You can set the pace, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded, happy with the compromise. San’s hand on his cheek was a gentle comfort that he didn’t want to give up quite yet. Easing into the blowjob, Seonghwa went in tongue first instead, sliding it out of his mouth and creeping the wet muscle towards San’s cock. Even though he knew it was coming, when the wetness finally came into contact with San’s cockhole, flicking at the divot, his muscles jumped into a flex and his hands dropped to his side.

Wooyoung was ecstatic. The sight of San’s full body tensing with pleasure was something he was rarely privy to a secondhand view of. It really let him drink in every individual muscle of his boyfriend’s sculpted body. All his favourite memories of skin-on-skin came flooding back, hindsight guiding his hand up and down his own shaft furiously. He wouldn’t last long like this, but needy and pathetic was his style. It suited him.

With Seonghwa’s mouth still free to express emotion, a small smile crept onto his face. Both boys were moaning, music to Seonghwa’s ears and he was the composer. However, he wouldn’t let himself get too cocky. His power trip had a clear expiration date. Not that he minded; he preferred the stress-free alternative to shot calling.

It wasn’t long before Seonghwa finished cleaning all the streaks of San’s precum. He punctuated his methodic lapping at San’s head by sloppily wrapping his tongue around the shaft to assure that he got all the hard to reach places.

“Jesus.” San whispered.

Seonghwa pulled back, leaving San’s damp cock at the mercy of the cold room and Wooyoung’s greedy sightlines. “Good?”

“Very.” San was out of breath, speaking in bursts. He wouldn’t dare beg, but he was clearly desperate. He grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it perpendicular to Seonghwa’s lips. “Need your mouth...”

De-stressed and prepped to be used, Seonghwa was satisfied knowing his fun was over. There was already a fresh bead of precum forming on San’s tip, putting Seonghwa’s previous efforts to waste. To both Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s surprise, instead of taking his mouth as promised, San pressed the creamy head against Seonghwa’s lips. Eyes locked with Seonghwa, San messily dragged thick streaks of white across the puckered lips as Wooyoung watched in awe at the sloppiness of the scene.

Finally, San centered his cock to rest in the small gap between Seonghwa’s slicked up pout. “Open up.”

Wanting to be good, Seonghwa listened. Not giving him time to adjust, each millimeter that Seonghwa opened his jaw was just an invitation for San to push himself further inside the wet hole. He slid in with ease, using his own precum as lube and taking his mouth inch by inch, only pausing when he felt Seonghwa’s throat convulse with a small choke.

Wooyoung, dick still in hand, rolled his eyes. “I could’ve taken you like that easy.” He was clearly enamoured by the sight of tears in Seonghwa’s eyes, an unavoidable physical response to him being filled all at once. Wooyoung continued, adding insult to injury. “Warm up is for pussies.”

San ignored the rude comment from his boyfriend, more worried about Seonghwa. “You okay?” He checked in, hoping he hadn’t damaged his favourite toy.

“Mmhm.” Seonghwa moaned loudly and affirmatively around the cock, shaking it with deep vibrations. San tensed up again at the quick and unexpected feeling, only to damn near collapse when Seonghwa swallowed around him, sucking him several inches deeper into his mouth in the process.

“God, you’re so good at that.” San complimented, forgetting how positively Seonghwa reacts to praise.

His words only inspired the older boy to work even harder, bobbing his head furiously. The pace he was setting would be brutal if San dared to comply to it, and Seonghwa had no signs of slowing down in sight. Each movement of his head brought San’s dick closer to the back of his throat, tongue fighting against the speed of his slippery movements to wrap around the shaft when possible.

“Sannie, please, just fuck him.” Whiny and equally as desperate, Wooyoung had already coated himself in spit, preparing to stroke himself to compilation any minute now. He wanted the show that he was promised if he was going to risk blowing his load. “Look how badly he wants you.”

Seonghwa dragged nails over San’s hips, squeezing the flesh to co-sign what Wooyoung said. He did want San. He wanted San to fuck him stupid. Yet, San merely stood there as he got pleasured, hands on the crown of Seonghwa’s head, body frozen and too worried about Seonghwa to move.

And that’s why Wooyoung was there.

“Hyung, look here.” Wooyoung cooed, voice dripping with theatrics. Seonghwa did as he was told, shimmery eyes glancing over as he slowed his pace on San’s cock to focus up on Wooyoung.

With this new cause now seeming far more important than Wooyoung’s pleasure, the pumps around his cock had slowed as well, intentional squeezes to show off his veins now that he had Seonghwa’s attention. Wooyoung let out a quiet laugh, probably at him. “Now there’s our good boy. So good at listening and following directions, aren’t you?” Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the praise, excess drool escaping down his chin from the gaps around San’s cock.

San was also quiet, listening politely to Wooyoung and continuing to be pleasured from below. He was eager to hear the pitch.

“Aw, so messy. You’re even dripping through your shorts.” Wooyoung used his free hand to shamelessly point, redirecting everyone’s attention to the damp stain on Seonghwa’s boxers. “Take those off, will you? I bet you’ll feel much more comfortable.”

Whimpering sadly as San’s cock had to pop free from his lip’s grasp, Seonghwa complied, shuffling the boxers off his knees and leaving him comfortably exposed.

“Better?”

“Better.” Seonghwa croaked, his throat sore. His head was spinning, averting his attention between all three of their cocks, before finally focusing on San’s again.

“Wow…” San looked past his own dick to gawk at the newly visible one. It was bright red, sore from neglect. He nearly felt bad before remembering that Seonghwa was enjoying this. It was exactly what he signed up for.

Still, Seonghwa’s puppy dog eyes were too much for San, he folded with sympathy within seconds of the sight. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

“Really?” Seonghwa whimpered.

Whatever soft and gentle treatment San was about to pamper him with was cut off by Wooyoung’s simpler answer. “Just make sure you’ve earned it.”

With determination, Seonghwa nodded. First, he wrapped a hand around his own cock, gasping at the contact of his palm’s soft skin. His pretty moans were quickly muffled though as he willingly suckled on the tip of San’s dick. His tongue slid over every crevice between parted lips but it was clear neither his mouth or hand would be moving until San took control.

“You idiot, don’t just stand there. You told him to set the pace and he did. Don’t disappoint us.” Wooyoung continued to redirect the scene in the direction of his ideal fantasy. “Give our good boy the face fucking he deserves.” Greedy as he was, the interruption was the final push necessary to give San the reassurance that he wouldn’t break their poor toy.

Much like before, he pushed himself inside the cavern between Seonghwa’s swollen lips, filling the hole inch by inch. However, this time, there was no resistance until he bottomed out, sharp breaths from Seonghwa’s nose puffing against his abdomen.

Their toy was finally ready to be thoroughly used.

San’s hips pulled back only to snap forward again, filling Seonghwa’s throat with his shaft and subsequently drowning him with hot precum.

Seonghwa only groaned with pleasure, giving slow strokes to his own hard cock in tandem with San’s hesitant movements.

He fucked him again. And again. And again, before deciding that Seonghwa really could take it. He would take it, regardless of his capabilities. Their Hyung was beyond determined to be used that night. Used until San was fucking him at that relentless speed he was desperately begging for. Seonghwa didn’t want time to catch his breath; he wanted San.

Wooyoung eyed the thick liquid dripping from Seonghwa’s cock as it was thrust into his creamy fist with each of San’s movements. Seonghwa’s pale body was being jerked around to his advantage, not even needing to move his wrist to fuck himself in time with San’s thrusts. Wooyoung’s voice was shaky. “See Sannie, he loves it! He’s getting close already.”

San grunted, appreciative of the description that made his imagination go wild. “Fuck, I am too.” His body ached from repeatedly slamming his cock down Seonghwa’s eager throat, the boy somehow still finding time to swallow around him on the way in and out. San threw his head back, exposing a neck full of fading purple and red. “Won’t be much longer.”

“Oh! On his face, please?” Wooyoung begged, clearly getting close himself as well. “I want to see your load so badly. I want to see you all over that pretty face of his.”

San nodded, more than happy to oblige the request. He redirected his attention to Seonghwa, blissed out and hardly paying attention to the world around him. He needed to come back to reality first. “I’m so fucking close. God.” It took all San’s focus to give the simple task. “Cum with me, baby. You can manage that, can’t you?” It was hardly a question. The three boys had mere seconds left of pride before they’d all have to choose where they wanted to empty their loads.

Seonghwa couldn’t answer with words but his eyes, fluttering up at San with both pride of his journey and need for conclusion, said all he needed to know. Seonghwa allowed his jaw to go slack and his neck to fall limp, head only being held upright by large, gentle hands as San fucked the mouth relentlessly, hips on fire and balls tighter than ever.

Right until they weren’t.

With a flash of white, San’s vision went blank, just enough coherence left to fulfill the request of pulling out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a whine, thick and creamy strands still connected to his lips, and blow the rest of his load all over Seonghwa’s tolerant face.

Just as he was told, Seonghwa came with him, holding himself hostage on the edge right until the first gulp of hot cum hit the back of his throat and the second ended up on his cheek. He shook his cock vigorously, making sure every last drop had been milked as San just kept finishing over and over for what felt like forever, covering Seonghwa with a trophy of his hard work.

Ironically, Wooyoung came last, cock intentionally directed up his own body as he spurted ropes of white all over his chest and stomach for no reason other than giving himself a show. While it was only seconds later than the others, he was stubborn, refusing to let himself go without that visual he wanted so badly of Seonghwa’s face, soft cheeks and puffy lips coated in streaks of his boyfriend’s hot load and stripping him of all dignity. He happily licked his own fingers clean of excess while admiring his boys, both satisfied and happy.

While it would usually be considered a waste to see San’s cum anywhere other than in one of his own holes, Wooyoung figured Seonghwa’s lips were free real-estate for a taste. Breaking the barriers of his fantasy, he crawled over and claimed Seonghwa’s mouth with a kiss, much gentler than usual for Wooyoung. Seonghwa, still not sure exactly what was going on, melted right into the feeling of cold lips notching against his own, wet and salty with yet another familiar flavour mixing in to accompany San’s taste.

Barely recovering from his pleasure, San broke out in a beaming smile when his eyes opened to two pretty boys on their knees, sloppily kissing next to his satisfied cock and sharing his taste.

Wooyoung pulled back first, admiring the deer-in-headlights look on Seonghwa’s face. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up so we can ruin you all over again.”

#ateez fic #ateez smut #woosanhwa #woosan #woohwa #sanhwa #atz fic #atz smut #so sorry for making wooyoung a cuck here #it's sexy though so i think it's ok #wooyoung smut #san smut #seonghwa smut

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Loser Buys Dinner (Lindsey x Reader)

Request: team goes to an ice rink and the reader is really good at ice skating and the team didn't know. you can add a pairing if you want

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog!!! Also this one has a slightly awkward ending, but we thought it fit.

You stared at the sign as Kelley brought the car to a park. Ice Town skating rink blazed in neon letters as the outline of a skate seemed to circle around them. Around you, you heard the chattering of your teammates as they registered where you had come for today’s team bonding activity. They at least were excited. You unbuckled your seatbelt and followed Rose out of the car, still not taking your eyes off the neon image circling around your vision. It was fine. Today would be fun.

“Hey fun size, you excited?” Lindsey bounced up to walk at your side. You flicked your head slightly to clear your thoughts and turned to smile quickly at her.

“I guess. It’s definitely been a while since I’ve ice skated.”

“Don’t worry,” Lindsey said grinning, “I’ll stay with you the whole time if you’re worried about falling.”

“I won’t fall,” you said matter of factly. Lindsey raised an eyebrow. Before she could challenge you to a competition that she would lose, you said “if anything I’m worried about you. If you fall you’ll get frostbite.”

If Lindsey was concerned about the cold, she didn’t show it. She was from Colorado and was quite used to the terrible temperature. While Kelley had instructed everyone to wear layers, Lindsey was only wearing a jacket and flannel over a pair of skinny jeans. She grinned at your comment and shrugged. “I’ll be fine. What’s it going to be, like 30 degrees?”

“Yes. That is literally the temperature ice freezes at.”

“It’s just your California blood that makes you chill faster,” she smirked, elbowing your side.

You rolled your eyes at her and entered the building. As the smell of the ice rink washed over you you inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth, intentionally relaxing the muscles that had tensed up at the memories the smell elicited. You still felt your spine straighten from habit, but chose to ignore it.

“Are we sure this is a good team bonding activity. Like what if we break our legs before the game?” Rose asked, strapping a skate on her foot. She had always been the clumsier of the team.

“We ran it by the coaches and they signed off on it so long as we’re all willing to be serious. Looking at you Sonnett. No fooling around on the ice. There are walls to hold onto if you feel unbalanced Rosie, but it’s a good chance to practice our flops if you feel like you’re going to fall. Remember- fall back and protect your head.” Carlie said with a grin.

“And then you want us to roll on the ice for the pretend ref?” Lindsey asked, quirking her eyebrow up at the ludicrous implication. There weren’t going to be any hands going near any skate paths.

“The pretend ref would assume you were throwing a temper tantrum if you did since NO ONE will be skating at each other,” Beckey said, looking up from tightening her skate to catch the eye of each troublemaker on the team.

Emily frowned, there went her idea of trying to joust with their umbrellas.

“You alright?” Lindsey asked, sliding her hand along your lower back.

“Yeah,” you said, looking at the rink logo imprinted in the center of the ice.

“Well you’re kinda blocking the entrance to the rink,” Lindsey said very close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. When did she get so close to you?

You blinked away the feeling of a spotlight and thousands of eyes in your back to look back at her. Then you grinned slowly, “Just… creating some anticipation.”

“I know you Californians probably don’t know much about moving on the ice, but you’re not supposed to just stand and stare at it,” she said, kissing your cheek. “just remember that I won’t let you fall,”

You raised your eyebrows at her, then turned around fully to face her, still blocking the entrance intentionally. “Wanna make a bet Linessie? Because I think you’ll fall more than I do today.”

“In your dreams short stuff,” she snorted, refraining from saying that she had fallen for you already.

“You taking the bet or not?” You said, a little louder this time so that you caught the attention of Emily and the rest of the youngins.

Linsey’s grin grew to match your own, “I’m always game, you know that,”

“Loser has to eat like Carlie for a week?” You proposed, sticking out your hand for her to shake.

“Hm, those stakes aren’t high enough. Loser has to eat Alex’s weird vegan shit for a week,” Lindsey said, her lips ticking up at your scrunched nose.

“That would be cruel. I’m not doing that to you. Loser pays for winner’s Costco run?”

“I think you’re just scared you won’t be able to eat ice cream for a week,” Lindsey scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Okay, I tried to go easy on you,” you said, shaking your head dramatically. “If you’re willing to eat like Alex for a week, I’ll take that bet.”

“You’re on pipsqueak,” Lindsey shook your outstretched hand, squeezing it a little too tightly.

You grinned at her and holding her gaze stepped backward onto the ice, crossing one foot over the other to gain speed as you glided to the center of the floor.

It felt natural, as though the last 12 years had only been 2. You did a quick counter turn, letting the muscle memory carry you over the ice. You did a twizzle and grinned. Not too shabby.

“Holy fuck,” Lindsey said, her jaw dropped as you glided effortlessly across the ice. So much for her plan to be your hero on the ice. Your protector from the cold.

“Shoulda pretended you were the terrified one,” Emily snickered, bumping her lightly as she passed her. You may be oblivious to Lindsey’s feelings, but the rest of the team was not.

Lindsey shook her head and skated off after you, not as smooth on the ice as you were, but pretty damn close. She had always preferred hockey over figure anyway. She easily caught up with you, skating relatively close behind you.

You saw her and turned, arabesqueing a leg into the air behind you. Then you leaned into a tight camel spin so you looped around Lindsey as she moved.

“You forwards are always such show-offs,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, catching your outstretched hand once both feet were back on the ice and pulling you close to her.

“Cause diving headers and Bicycle Kicks are totally not showing off either,” you said, scrunching your nose at her.

“How did a Cali girl like you learn to skate?” She asked, moving so she was behind you again, holding your waist as you skated.

“Some way most girls who don’t live in a frozen wasteland do,” you said, shrugging. “I took lessons.”

“Wasn’t action-packed enough for our little firecracker?” Lindsey questioned and you could practically hear her eyebrow ticking up.

You fought to keep your smile normal. “Believe it or not, there was a time when I wasn’t a firecracker and didn’t like being the center of attention.”

“Not a firecracker, impossible. I’m pretty sure most defenses are terrified of you, especially after you made that English defender pee her pants when she went after Mal,” Lindsey carefully pulled you into her chest resting her head on your shoulder, mindful that you two were still hurtling along the ice.

You grinned. “Well, she deserved it.” You leaned out to the side then in again, pulling you both into a gentle spin. “But yeah, around middle school I dropped out of skating. My partner for pairs skating broke his ankle skateboarding and,” you paused, trying to find the words to explain, “I just really didn’t like singles.”

“Is it bad that I’m glad he got hurt? Cause now I get to be your pairs partner and you never have to be single again if you don’t want…” Lindsey mumbled, glad that you weren’t facing each other. She wasn’t sure she could have looked you in the eye and finally shot her shot.

“Well, I am known for being a damn good team player, even if I am a showoff,” you nudged Lindsey playfully. “But I refuse to eat vegan for a week. I need my chocolate icecream.”

“Well,” said Lindsey with a dramatic sigh, “how about we amend the bet. Loser pays for dinner on the first date?”

Lindsey waited just a second for your agreement, enjoying the feeling of you in her arms, and then she gently pushed you away. You slid easily across the ice, turning just in time to see Lindsey “trip” and fall to her knees.

“Guess I’m buying,” she said smirking up at you, her blond hair framing her face.

“It’s a date loser,” You smiled so wide, your pink cheeks started to hurt.

“You’re supposed to flop backward, Linds,” Carlie called across the ice.

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ficsnroses · 3 years

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Away - John Wick x Reader

prompt : just some headcanons about how John and reader stay intimate while he’s away working!

warnings : smut. nudity n fluff n stuff hehe

notes : this was requested by a lovely reader who wanted nsfw headcanons that involve distance. please go easy on me, I've been slowly writing these for the past two weeks while simultaneously studying for exams. hope everyone had an amazing halloween! xx

I know its not my best work and its super disorganized, I really just wanted to have something out! I enjoyed writing them though, and it was nice to not care not have to worry about a storyline please be kind ily

Recently, John had been away on a long job. Two months of distance had been awful; you’d spent practically every waking moment together for the past 4 years you’d been together.

For the past two months, you’d been ecstatic to have him back, and he in return had been awaiting the day he’d finally be able to hold you again;

to see you for real, in front of him, to kiss you, to feel that warm chill that entices his bones each time his lips find yours, to fall asleep next to you, where he belongs, to sigh through whispered laughs and quiet kisses in the dark.

To make love to you, something he hadn’t been able to do for far too long.

The distance was tough; perhaps the greatest of plights was being unable to physically show you how much he needs you, how much he wants you.

This relationship was something special; something just yours, and his. And that was the most wonderful part of all;

This little piece of glory, was just yours, and his.

You recall the first time you’d made love to him, after a couple months of seeing each other. You remember, he’d grinned at your every joke, you’d pulled him closer with every twitch of his mouth. His lips had adorned each inch of your skin; the painted marks and intimate bruises bedecked across each other’s skin had made you both blush rosy hues the next morning; awoken by the warm morning glow kissing your bodies; nestled together in the beautiful morning’s haven.

Since, you’d spent countless nights together. Sex was your way of showing each other love, the intimacy was something you both needed.

However, neither of you had planned on John needing to be away from you for an extra month last minute; a tougher job at hand than initially thought.

“I can’t believe we need to wait another month.” You soundlessly whisper over the phone line, a hand rested to your chest, tired eyes frowning, the thought of being away from your love for longer than intended feeling like a cut to your heart.

“I know baby. I’m sorry.” He explains, voice beautifully rich, smoked, yet held with that certain warm affection, reserved uniquely for you. “Please don’t forget how much I love you.”

It had begun to feel lonely around the house, two months of fetch with Dog and lonesome nights burrowed in on the couch were beginning to not avail; the smell of John’s skin had been fading away unsteadily.

His pillow had begun to rid of that special scent of his aftershave,

The smell of his preferred coffee roast had begun to remind you of him being near, when you’d brew a pot in thought of his hands curled around yours on easy mornings, the way he’d quietly sip, fingers tracing yours; a desperate attempt to feel him around when he wasn’t physically there by you.

Through daily calls, check up and check ins, texts, and videos, you’d been making do, however.

John would call you at breakfast each morning to make sure you’d slept well and ate something; he’d never let his weary head fall pressed to his own pillow without a call to tell you he loves you, and thought of you while passing a flower shop earlier.

John thinks of you all day, each day spent away. It went to show how much you’d really become part of him, part of what matters to him.

In the little things; such as when he sits down for his afternoon coffee. The Continental had been home to him for a long time before he’d met you; it held people he knew, collogues, associates. For many, work means anything but home. But for John, John Wick, who constituted nothing more than the last face damned souls saw before darkness, it felt as if all he knew.

He found familiarity within the crème, golden marbled walls and weary eyes that feared him.

Now, however, after meeting you, falling in love with you, he thinks to himself, sitting in the café of the hotel as the silver spoon swirls a clink in the fine china coffee cup.

That this, this simple thing he does on routine afternoons, would be much better with his heavenly love nestled into his side.

Would be sweeter with the weight of your smaller hand held around his. Would be warmer, with the sound of your sweet giggle tuneful on the tip of your tongue as you smile, and smile at one of his corny jokes.

You’d been sending him pictures of Dog, and little projects you’d been working on day to day. You’d been calling him to make sure he’d taken care, that he’d been tending to any littered mauve bruises and resting up. You’d been asking him to be kind to himself; something you’d often have to do for him, because your John, had never done so to himself.

You love each other, so you’d been making do.

Needless to say, having John physically not around had built up much pent up…frustration.

It had been two months since you’d had sex, and you’d swore you’d been finding yourself driven a little crazier each day without. John felt the same; lonesome nights spent alone in the solitude walls of the continental without you by his side had been proving harsh.

Of course, you’d been making do. The intimacy John and you shared was something special, something only you and him had the right to relish in. Addicting, mesmerising, that intimacy was something neither of you were willing to give up; thousands of miles of distance between or not.

On a quiet weeknight evening, a finished job lays completed behind, a tired John finding refuge in the deep pleated sheets of his king sized bed. With his slacks kicked off and discarded below, he knows tonight would require something more than the sting of an amber Bourbon enjoyed alone;

Tonight he’d need release; and he’d needed it to come with the sight of you, your voice a sonata on the other end.

Phone sex had been a reoccurring theme upon your time spent apart;

John works hard,

John has needs. And the only person that can take care of him, had always been only you.

When at home, John often found himself dreading the haul of his worn out limbs, basking in the quietude of the house after a finished job forgotten behind. His favourite way to wind down of course,

involved being buried between your thighs; deep, whenever he wanted, however he wanted. The safest, warmest, most liberating haven he’d had the pleasure of enjoying sanctuary within.

Being away from you however, John often found himself needing your voice on the other end, to let the grisly deeds of the day wash away, allow a melting warmth to cascade over each hungering inch of his body.

“Hi baby,” You’d purr on the other end, perhaps sprawled upon your shared California King, or nestled within the steaming hues of a well needed soak in the master bath. “Are you touching yourself, John?” sultry, bewitching, his eyes roll to the back of his head, breathy gasps and hallow exhales fleeing to the sound of your inquisitive lips on the other end of the phone line. “Pull your cock out for me, baby.” You instruct, finding a burn throb to your feverishly heating center, allowing two measly fingers to explore yourself as you hear him twitch on the other end.

His eyes drift shut, and he remembers the feeling of you. he remembers the way your sweet, sweet pussy moulds perfectly just to him; just for him.

You’d purr, and hum, sending vibrations tingling down the column of his neck, his manhood yearning to remember the feel of your wet, sloppy lips taking well care of him, just as you’d done hundreds of times before. His palm lazily laps his shaft, tightening, pumping and pumping, chasing the memory of you as he swirls thin drops of seeping pre cum douse his glistening tip to the sound of your voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart” His tender cock jolts, hard erect to a pounding ache. “I need you so much.” his buttery voice allows, falling back on tired bones with his creamy release sputtered onto crisp white bed sheets. The bed falls hallow, the spot to his left where your body should be nestled, vacant.

That vacant spot kills him a little more each day. Chips away at his sanity just a little more, day by day. Each inch of him longs for you, each part waits for the time he’ll finally find you buried within his arms, and he swears, when it happens,

He’ll never let you go.

He’ll hold you all night, he’ll make up for each lost kiss.

He’ll steal quiet laughs, tender touches in the dark, and he’ll remember; that he has a home to come to now. That someone hopes, waits for him each second he’s away.

Of course, being each other’s meant seeing things only the other had the right to see.

The first time John ever sent a nude had been to you. Although tech savvy, John hadn’t paid much attention to his phone and the world it opened, before it had become a portal to you when he’d have to be away.

You however, had been sending him countless pictures, whenever time allowed.

John worshipped you, John fell so wholly in love with every single inch of your skin, your mind, your spirit.

And you best believe he’d never let that little bit of madness die; even if far away physically.

You take pictures for John often, for his prying eyes to relish. Fully nude, fully on display for him to see, to devour.

Whether it be embellished in deliciously embroidered lingerie that compliments all the exquisite curves of your figure, or completely bare, pert breasts free, accompanied by smooth, satin skin falling in channeled glows.

You adore modelling all your favourite lingerie pieces for John, most of them being things he picked out for you.

Lingerie shopping with John was a treat of the kindest; the way he’d watch you try on all the skimpy laced pieces, the sweet symphony of his quiet, warm lips on your neck as his palms glaze over your figure send shivers down your spine in remembrance.

“Get it all, baby. I can’t wait to take these off you tonight.” He’d whisper in your ear, earnest, rich.

John saves each and every picture you send him. For John, nothing compares to the way the mere sight of your body causes a tent to rise in his pants.

To feel lucky was an understatement. As he sits alone, phone equipped in stocky hand, he opens the album locked away, hidden in his phone, filled full with nothing but pictures you’ve sent him.

John’s camera roll is already brimmed with the golden glow of your beautiful smile, even his lock screen captures a striking sight of you, candidly posing with Dog. His two favourite things in his favourite picture ever.

But this secret album…this album is something only his eyes may see. These are pictures of all of you, for the taking. Each tender swell, delicate curve of your chest, the perk of your nipples, that searing sulteur in your eyes when you take pictures for him this way. Everything is locked away, hidden. Kept secure for him to see, whenever, wherever he needed the sight of your heavenly figure to get him a quick fix.

Of course, John and you have also done frequent video calls. Most often, they compose of catching up, or perhaps a dinner shared over the blue lit screen with your love, or a pre bedtime video chat to catch up, to tell him you love him.

That was something John missed the most. Spending time with you in the most mundane of ways; sipping on a cup of morning French roast as his hand holds yours, the other absentmindedly browsing the newspaper.

But sometimes,

The videos were a bit more intimate.

“Lay back and touch yourself, sweetheart.” A raspy voiced John whispers, heavy cock sheathed in his hand as his eyes gloss over the screen, where the image of you on the other end sits, decorated in his favourite black babydoll. “Show me what you do when I’m not there.” The sound of his inquisitive voice is killing you, and a whimper falls your throat when you watch the throb of his sizeable cock seeping those much familiar drops of pre cum in his hand. He touches himself as well, tenderly, slowly, eyes never leaving you.

You miss cumming together with John. Video chats provided a quick fix indeed, yet compared nothing to the weight of his body on yours, his rosy skin sticking with your supple, silky touch.

You miss sex with John far too much to comprehend, far too much to explain. Each part of it, the burning pain you feel when the bulk of his cock glides into you, the way his impending tip grinds your G spot. The way he eats you out, lapping your nectar as his tongue expertly flicks your folds, hands graciously soothing over your thighs. You miss the sounds of his mouth, the wetness, the slicking, his soft moans and heartfelt groans. You miss the way he builds that long inside your stomach; the way his generous length dips in inch by inch, slowly, leaving you practically gushing and quivering for him before he’s even picked up pace. You miss the sound of the bed creaking to his hasty thrusts in the middle of the night, your arms and legs securely rapped around him as he pounds into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and his moans mixed with your yelps ceasing the room. And the best part of it all,

You miss the way his hand would never let go of yours through it all. You yearn for the ache John leaves between your legs. You miss being reminded of him for days when he’d fuck you oh so well.

Until then however, John invested in a few sex toys to keep his lady satisfied while he’s away. His favourite of the bunch, being a pair of vibrating panties controlled from the comfort of his phone.

His mouth almost envies the set for being able to satisfy you the way he longs to. To be able to taste you the way he craves.

On a particularly stifling evening, he’d asked you to go to bed wearing them, only to awaken you the next morning with the feel of them sending wavelengths of pleasure building in your core. John had been increasing the intensity on the other end, the same way he’d make music with his lips pressed to your clit.

“John…John please..” you’d wail, squirming, knowing he’d be hot and aroused to the sounds you’d spill just for him.

With a phone call in-between, he’d listened to your tender moans and gaspy sighs. Your cries of his name had gotten him through the day, had him hunger for the evening when he’d call you once again, only to have you whisper sinful yearnings in his ears, as the nights before.

The distance had been tough, and it would continue to be.

But it would be so worth it, to soon have the man of your dreams back where he’d belonged.

John would remind you daily of how everything he did, had only been for you. Everything your boulder of a man does, is only for you.

His love runs deep, perhaps deeper than you know.

You await the day you’d be able to find yourself tucked away in his embrace in the midnight eve, pillow talk on mind, soft giggles let into the night. You wait for the day you’ll be able to know he’s safe, beside you. that he’s dreaming of sunshine and waterfalls, that he’s resting at last, pressed to your chest.

But until then, you wait. You wait, with murals and daydreams of nothing but him, painting your thoughts;

and frequent check ins, soft ‘I love you’s’ over a much too distant phone line, having to suffice.

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fleetingpieces · 3 years

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My One in a Million Chapter 3

Well, this took longer than anticipated! Somehow I kept rewriting this cause it wasn’t turning out how I wanted it to, but it’s here! And to compensate for the wait, it’s slightly longer than the other chapters :D

Thank you Nayla and @inloveoknutzy for proof reading and your help, I love you guys 😊

And thanks again @lumosinlove for your amazing characters and universe, quite a few of them make an appearance today!

Wether you celebrate christmas or not, I hope you all had a wonderful day ❤️ Enjoy!

CW: Mention of past hospital stay and mild panic attack. Please look after yourself ❤️ (If you want to skip that part stop reading at the end when it says “Remus trailed off, his voice dying down.” and start again when it says “He stood up suddenly.”)

Chapter 3 - Halloween

The slap of Remus' feet against the ground was a steady beat in the morning air. The cool breeze fanning his face felt refreshing, fully waking him up as he and Lily made their way between the trees in the park.

Remus had always been used to jogging alone, but since Lily had started going to his clases she was quickly becoming a very good friend, and spending time with her was something he really enjoyed. They liked going out for coffee and talking a lot, and Remus had already learned quite a bit about her: she wasn't really dating Sirius, but a guy named James, who was Sirius' best friend. She lived just a few blocks from his apartment building, worked in a bookshop not too far from there, and was one of the most kind and cool people Remus had met so far. She reminded him a bit of Leo in that aspect.

She was also incredibly stubborn.

"You are coming to the party tonight, right?"

Remus groaned. He'd hoped Lily would have forgotten about it in the past two weeks, but clearly he'd underestimated Lily Evans' will power when she got something in her mind.

"I told you already Lils, he and I don't get along very well."

Contrary to Lily’s, his relationship with Sirius was only getting worse. They’d run into each other a couple of times, and it was always a very tense affair; Remus ignored him as best he could, and Black had not teased him again but had gone back to being a grumpy jerk. After Lily's insistence, he'd told her why he was against being anywhere near her friend, all the annoying things he did, but he didn't add that he had made a complete fool of himself in front of Black and that there was no way he would willingly show his face into his home.

Lily sighed, "I know, but it's not been a good month for Sirius. I'm sure you guys would get along great if you met under different circumstances."

"Maybe," Remus conceded, although he wasn't so sure about that, "but I have plans with Leo already, and I haven't seen him since he helped me move in."

That was longer than they usually spent apart, but it couldn't be helped. Leo was studying and he lived a bit far away, which made everything more complicated. But he would be arriving in a few hours to stay over for the weekend; they were gonna walk around, grab pizza at Sid's and then they would do a horror movie marathon. And even if Remus enjoyed Lily's company deeply, he'd much rather spend Halloween in the comfort of his own house with his best friend, than in a party full of strangers and with a man that made him feel embarrassed and on edge all at once. Remus wasn't used to having his emotions all over the place like this, not since his last boyfriend. He didn't like being reminded of how he’d felt then.

Raising her hands in surrender, Lily dropped the subject without another word, which surprised but pleased Remus greatly. He didn’t think he could have kept giving her excuses without explaining the whole situation to her.

He should have known better than to think it would be that easy.

That evening, he was coming back home with Leo after stuffing their mouths with the best pizza ever, pineapple of course, still catching up to what he’d missed in the past few weeks.

"How’s your mum, Leo?"

"Oh God, I swear since you left both our mums have gotten worse. They get together all the time, gossiping and baking. It’s like they are our age again. And your mum’s convinced you’re seeing someone," Leo said with a smirk.

"You and I both know that my dog is the only one around here that I’m seeing," Remus rolled his eyes.

They stepped into the entrance hall, saying hi to the concierge at the front desk with a smile. The man smiled back, but he looked tired. More so than usual, and it wasn’t even that late, which struck Remus as weird, but he figured working night shifts must take its toll on someone.

It wasn’t long before they were on the lift going up, but it was only when the doors opened on Remus’ floor that they heard the deep bass notes coming from the end of the corridor.

“What the…” Leo muttered in surprise.

Remus frowned as they walked into the hall, passing by a few people in costumes with drinks in their hands who were chatting excitedly, and a couple making out next to Remus’ door.

“I can’t believe this. What’s the deal with that guy, how did he manage to get the administration on board with this?”

“What the hell is going on?” Leo asked, clearly confused.

“Halloween party,” Remus replied, trying to keep his blood from boiling. He hadn’t thought it would be such a big party, he wasn’t even sure they were allowed to do something like this. He was pretty positive the building’s rules were against it. Maybe Black had bribed someone. “He could have at least warned me that it would be this bad,” Remus said grumpily, eyeing the couple by his door like he was ready to shove them aside.

Leo must have noticed this, ‘cause a second later he patted Remus’ back and fetched the spare keys Remus had given him.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Using his smile, and patience that Remus didn’t have right then, Leo got rid of the lovebirds and was about to put the key in when Remus glanced around and saw Lily leaning against the wall at the end. She looked amazing in her Rosie the Riveter costume that exposed her lean arms and legs, and was talking with one of the guys that Remus had seen wandering around the building. She was making big gestures with her hands when she looked up and locked eyes with Remus.

“Fuck.”

Leo turned around to look at him quizzically just as Lily screamed “Remus!” and started making her way over to them.

The man next to her followed behind. He was wearing a white and gold toga that barely covered his thighs and showed a lot of his broad chest, with golden bands on his forearms and sandals.

Remus heard the sound of keys crashing against the floor, and looked up to see Leo’s slightly wide eyes and open mouth as he stared at the two people getting closer to them. He coughed pointedly and Leo blinked again and bent down to pick up his keys as a flush started creeping up his neck. Oh, how he would tease him for this.

But that was for later, right now he had to deal with a grinning Lily Evans.

For half a second he considered just going inside and avoiding all of this, but he couldn’t do that to Lily, and it was already way too late to pretend he hadn’t seen her.

“Hey, you’re here! How was your dinner?”

Remus wondered if she’d been waiting outside just to catch him, but she seemed genuinely happy to see him, and he couldn’t help smiling back at her.

“It was great, thank you. Leo and I were just gonna go chill for a bit, so…” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at his flat, but Lily tilted her head up to focus on Leo and her eyes got a knowing look that couldn’t be good.

“Hi, I’m Lily, and this is Logan,” she smiled coyly as she placed a hand on the man’s shoulder who, Remus noticed, was alternating between staring at Leo and down at the floor; but he smiled warmly when Leo gave him a shy wave.

“Salut! Are you guys joining the party?” he said with eager eyes, and it was then that Remus managed to place Black’s accent, as it was so similar to Logan’s. French. He had to fight not to groan.

“Ah, sorry, but well,” Remus said vaguely, “we don’t really have costumes.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it, but it was the first thing he could think of. Leo snapped his eyes to him, a conflicted scowl settling on his face.

As expected, Lily waved a dismissive hand, “costumes are not mandatory. C’mon, I promise you’ll have fun.”

It felt like all three of them were staring at him with pleading eyes now, and Remus had no idea why. Well, he had an idea in Leo’s case, but still. Remus glanced at his best friend and could read his face as if it had subtitles. Please, Remus, just for a bit? Remus raised an eyebrow in response, and Leo turned on the puppy eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan almost choking on his drink.

“Ugh, fine, I guess we could stop by for a bit.”

Clapping her hands happily, Lily guided them over to the front door and opened it for them. Meanwhile, Remus was taking a deep breath, wondering how the fuck he could keep a straight face and not die from embarrassment.

Inside, there were more people going about, a table full of cups and all sorts of bottles where Lily immediately fixed them with drinks, and some music on the background that a few people were dancing to. Overall, it wasn’t as wild as it seemed from the outside.

The main crowd appeared to be gathered around an entertainment center in the living room, where there was a huge TV surrounded by a big and comfy looking couch, and a few too-huge armchairs. There were people sitting on them, on the floor, and perched on the arm and backrests; and among all of them Remus saw everyone he’d ran into in the previous weeks. Logan went straight to sit next to the redhead, who had a controller in his hands that he was tapping furiously, as he was taking part in a fighting game.

Remus didn’t pay much attention to them though, ‘cause he’d spotted Sirius in the room and stopped short at what he saw.

Sirius' costume was simple but effective. He was wearing jeans that seemed barely able to contain his powerful thighs, a white tank top splashed with blood, dog tags hanging around his neck, a cigar between his pink lips and fake blades sprouting from his knuckles. It went without saying, he made a very enticing Wolverine.

But that was not why Remus couldn’t tear his eyes away —at least not the main reason why. Black was sitting right next to the guy in glasses, who was leaning into him, whispering something in his ear as he played the game, with his eyes still on the tv screen and his fingers flying over the controller. Sirius was laughing freely at whatever the guy was saying, head thrown back and eyes crinkled, which was something Remus had not seen before.

And it took his fucking breath away.

Black was always so serious, barely any expression on his face, but now he was shaking his head, looking at the other guy with such unmasked fondness, that Remus felt a spark of curiosity light inside of him.

But then Sirius looked up, frowned, and the spark died.

He watched as Sirius’ eyes travelled down his body and then slowly all the way up, and Remus swore he saw something in his face before his scowl deepened. Suddenly feeling extremely self conscious of his big comfy jumper and fitted jeans, Remus bunched the sleeves to hide his hands, worrying the hem. He started turning around to go somewhere else, already thinking of ways to escape from the party, but Lily put a hand on both his back and Leo’s and guided them exactly to where Sirius was sitting on one of the armrests.

“What’s this, Lily?” the man said in an accusing tone, setting the cigar down on the table in front of him.

Lily just rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. Remus lives next door, I just thought it would be good if you two actually got to know each other like two civilized people. And y’know, introduce him to the gang, so he doesn’t freak out every time they invade your home.”

“Wait, how do you know him?” the guy in glasses suddenly looked up.

“Oh, he’s the teacher in my new yoga class.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” he pouted, and Remus figured this must be James. He was proven right when Lily smiled at him, going over and sitting in his lap. The game was suddenly forgotten; James didn’t seem to mind that he was now losing very quickly.

“Pots, focus!” someone yelled, but James only had eyes for Lily as she leaned in and kissed him.

“Are you worried?” she teased.

James scoffed. “Of course not. I trust you with my life Lils, but it’s such a weird coincidence.”

“Wait, no no no! Oh, come on!” There were laughs all around as the redhead next to Logan threw the controller down and turned to mock glare at Lily and James. “Lily, what did I tell you? Don’t distract him when he plays on my team!”

“Stop crying and pay up, O’Hara!” a guy from the other team yelled, before giving a high-five to his partner.

Between all the ruckus and bickering that followed, a tall girl with curly blond hair came to stand next to them with a curious look.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh yeah,” Lily sat up, getting the attention of the whole room. “Everyone, these are Remus and Leo. Remus is Sirius' new neighbor, so be nice to them!”

Remus laughed awkwardly at the motherly introduction and pulled at a loose thread on his sleeve. “Thanks Lily. It’s nice to meet you all.”

"Hello," Leo smiled brightly, earning himself a dopey smile from the boy next to Logan.

The blond girl that had approached them smiled a wicked grin, “you guys just stepped into the lion’s den. I’m Marlene, by the way. These are Talker and Kasey,” she said pointing to the pair that had just won. The guy named Talker smiled broadly, but didn’t wink at Remus like he had the first time they had seen each other. “And the sore loser over there is Finn.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Pots has the attention span of a two year old!”

There were a lot more people sitting around, whose introductions were lost under the chirping war that ensued as the guys put in a new game. Remus’ face lit up when he looked up at the screen.

“Is that the new NHL game?”

Most heads turned his way, and the guy that was changing games even stopped in the middle of the action as if Remus had just announced to the whole room that he wanted to dance around naked.

“Yeah, do you play?”

It was Sirius that had asked, which surprised Remus since it was the first thing he’d said directly to him since he’d entered the room. Black looked surprised, his body completely turned to face Remus as opposed to the sideway glances he’d been throwing his way.

“I’ve been thinking about buying it for a while, but I’ve never tried it before. I loved the previous version though.” At Sirius’ shocked expression, Remus raised an eyebrow, “Is it so weird that I enjoy playing video games?”

“No,” Sirius choked out, and then cleared his throat. “No. It’s just that we don’t usually meet people that seem so eager to play with us rather than getting buzzed out of their minds.”

Remus scoffed, “I very much prefer this type of party to be honest.” His thought was echoed by laughs and nods of agreement all around.

Settling more comfortably on the couch, Sirius removed the fake claws and bent down to grab a controller, turning to offer it to Remus. “Play with me?”

The guys in the room looked at each other in a way that Remus thought was a bit suspicious, which made him narrow his eyes at Black, who rolled his and waved the remote between them. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I don’t bite y’know.”

Remus stared into those silver eyes and was lost for a second. There was a fire burning in his gaze, he seemed more earnest than he’d ever seen him before. In that moment, Remus forgot that this was the guy he was trying to avoid, the one that got his emotions in complete disarray, and he absentmindedly took the control in his hands before sitting down next to Sirius. Leo sat at his other side, slapping him on the back.

“Kick his ass, Loops.”

Finn’s head lifted at the same time that Remus turned to grin at Leo, and Remus had to keep in a chuckle. Boy, Leo was really getting some attention tonight.

Sirius chose to play with Pittsburgh, while Remus chose Dallas, and before Remus could properly think about what he was doing, the game had started.

For the first few minutes, Sirius controlled the pace and took the lead with a smug expression on his face, punching the buttons almost lazily. The corner of Remus’ mouth quirked up. Sirius was good, really good, but he was too conceited, and soon he would regret that.

Indeed, right after that, Remus scored a goal and Sirius’ face dropped. Leo whooped, giving him a high-five while Sirius sat forward and leant on his elbows, his eyes set on the TV. It was a very heated deal after that.

Both of them fought like it was a life or death sort of situation, bumping their shoulders occasionally and chirping each other as if they were actually on the ice.

“Don’t you think Sirius looks an awful lot like Letang?” a shocked James whispered into Lily’s ear, but everyone around heard him.

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying,” Finn was looking from the screen to Sirius’ face with wide eyes.

Remus snorted, and he was surprised to realize he was actually enjoying himself. If he was being completely honest, he hadn’t had so much fun with anyone other than Leo in a really long time; it was hard to keep the wide grin from his face as he started catching up to Sirius.

“C’mon Rem, you almost have it,” Leo encouraged when they were tied.

Sirius threw a side glance their way with a frown, just as Remus shot the puck and scored another goal. The game finished not too long after with a scream of “Yes!” from both Remus and Leo, who laughed together and hugged each other, Remus giggling when Leo ruffled his hair.

“Finn...dimples,” Remus heard the whisper from somewhere in the room and looked up to see who’d said it, but was instead met by a disbelieving gaze. Sirius was almost gawking at him, his eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, but his eyes were bright and Remus ducked his head when he felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

Then he glanced around and realized that other people in the room were staring at him in different states of wide eyes.

“What?”

Finn was the one to break the short silence, “Just...bitch ass moves, Remus.”

That prompted an onslaught of questions.

“How did you do that?”

“None of us has ever beaten Sirius in that game before.”

“What do you do again?”

Remus looked at Talker, rubbing the back of his neck, “Um. I’m a PT and a yoga instructor.”

"Well, shit," Talker nodded approvingly. Remus supposed he didn’t really look like a gamer, but he didn’t get what the fuss was all about.

“He’s pretty famous too, a lot of people are waiting in line for his classes,” Leo added with a note of pride in his voice.

“Oh!” Remus turned to look at Kasey, who had his eyes trained on him. “That’s where I know you from! My girlfriend Natalie is obsessed with your videos. She says you’re a great teacher, and not at all bad to look at,” he said with a straight face.

Remus’ cheeks flushed a deeper red in a matter of seconds and he looked down to avoid everyone’s gazes. Especially those grey eyes that seemed to look into his soul.

“Mon dieu, il y a des vidéos?” Sirius muttered, making Leo laugh. Sirius’ head snapped towards him, his eyes widening as Leo replied something in french with a smirk etched on his soft features, something that Remus didn’t understand but it made Sirius choke on his words.

“What’s that?” Remus asked, but Leo only shook his head, still laughing, before his eyes drifted off and found Finn and Logan staring at him. A blush appeared on his cheeks, and Remus could practically hear the other two boys swooning.

There was a deep scowl on Sirius’ face again, who was still very much staring at Remus. Was it because he didn’t like Remus? Or because he didn't like losing? What a sore loser, Remus thought, but he felt squirmish under that gaze. Why is he still staring at me?

But then he saw Black glancing at Leo’s pride bracelet, his expression going harder. Oh God, that would be the cherry on top if he was a homophobic, wouldn’t it? He was about to ask if he had a problem, but someone spoke first.

“I believe the word used was hot,” Natalie’s voice drifted in as she suddenly appeared in the doorway. Remus pulled a face at her.

“Nat, you can’t just go saying those things!”

“What? It’s true,” she shrugged. “I mean, I won’t if it bothers you, but that aside, you’re definitely better than half the people out there.”

James threw his hands in the air impatiently. “I still can’t believe you beat Pa-” he started, but was interrupted by a death glare and he cleared his throat, “Sirius. I can’t believe you won against Sirius.” Then a mischievous smile slowly spread on his face. “I mean, Remus, you could probably beat that Padfoot guy, and he does that for a living.”

Remus snorted, “as if. There’s no way I could ever beat Pads.”

He saw eyebrows being raised, and the scowl completely disappearing from Sirius’ features, to be replaced by a perplexed expression.

“You...you know about him?” he asked, with such awe in his voice that Remus frowned.

“I...yes? I’ve followed his channel since before he got famous,” he shrugged.

“Isn’t that interesting?” James said with a smirk, turning to look at Sirius, who punched him in the arm. James’ smile just widened and Remus’ frown deepened as he continued, "I wonder what you could possibly like about him."

“I personally think that Padfoot is a stuck-up,” Logan said off-handedly, ignoring the daggers Sirius was shooting his way.

“Yeah, he thinks he’s all that, but he’s a bit annoying really,” Finn added, barely keeping in the laughter.

Leo raised his eyebrows, glancing sideways at Remus when he noticed him tensing up, his fists clenching.

“That’s a load of bullshit,” he finally said, causing the laughter to die down. “Padfoot built himself from the ground up, he didn’t have any outside help. And he’s not a stuck-up! Even in the face of all the nonsense criticism he gets, he helps a lot of people in all sorts of situations without even...” Remus trailed off, his voice dying down. He felt like he’d been thrown underwater. He stared off at nothing, his eyes getting slightly unfocused as he tried to think solely of breathing, but he couldn’t avoid being suddenly thrown into a memory.

The cold bed with rumpled sheets. The beeping of his own heart in the hospital machine. His mum’s painting on the nightstand. The smell of antiseptics and dull walls closing in on him. Not being able to get air into his lungs. A retreating back, walking away from him. Being left alone, alone alone al–

He stood up suddenly, finally taking a shaky breath in.

“I should go check on my dog.” Leo glanced his way, and Remus gave him a reassuring smile, “You can stay if you want to. You have the keys.” He gave him a little nod to convey the answer to Leo’s unspoken question. I’m fine, don’t worry.

Remus turned around and exited the room with a dull ‘bye’, completely unaware of Sirius’ utterly soft expression as he watched him go.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #My One in a Million #Sweater Weather #sweater weather lumosinlove #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #sirius x remus

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bigblackgirlstanding · 4 years

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Call On Me, Please? (Christian Yu Smut)

Trigger Warning: Sexual Content

Pairing: Christian Yu and Plus Size Black Reader

Material: Begging, oral sex, humping, ejaculation

Summary: Christian Yu is begging for you to call him by his real name and is rather shy about wanting to perform sexual actions with you. He feels like it might be weird to you. He is giving you oral sex, as well.

He pushes your lips to the side gently placing his thumb against your clitoris. You moan in response. He place his lips at your core practically licking up and down on your clitoris.

Your body, he is so enchanted by it that he starts to look at your core in a daze. Then he positions your thick thighs over his shoulder and he holds one hip down with his other hand.

He goes to town. Licking your core up, down, up down slowly, aggravatingly slow even. He starts to have a gutteral moan. He hums into your core causing your body to have goosebumps.

His face starts to turn pink from the arousal that he seemed to get from you and from his own. He wants you to moan his name. He is trying his hardest but you don't give him the satisfaction.

He whimpered, "Baby call on me. Call on me please. I need to hear you call my name."

You start, "Chri-."

He stops you abruptly, "No, my real name. Call me by my real name. I want to hear you say it so bad for me. Please call me, baby."

"I need to hear you say it," he begs you. You can't see it, but you can hear exactly what face he is making. His eyes shaped like the horizon are wide and needy as he tries to make you moan out his name.

His member is teaming with precum as it lays beneath between his legs erect. He beckons to you again, " Baby," he paused to place a chaster kiss your inner thigh slowly. "Please," he lays another chaste kiss on your other thigh. "Call me, please" he turns to your core and starts to kiss it passionately.

The way his tongue starts to work between your lips has you writhing underneath his touch. Even though you are bigger than him he can hold you down. His size not being an indicator of the strength he holds. Something even you were shocked by after your first sexual experience with Christian.

'The neediness of this man, honestly' you think. As you look down at him, he looks at you with his lips having a crimson tint to them and cover with the juices from your glistening center. His eyes have an innocence that cannot be named at the moment besides having a heavy infatuation with you.

"Call me, please, baby, " he kiss your core again.

"Please call me Barom," he starts to sound desperate almost like a whimper. His thick member starts to drip cum on the floor.

"Please call on me, I need it. I want it so bad. Please, let me hear you say it for me," he starts to pant. His tongue is sticking out as he pants, his eyes are half lidded in a lustful daze look up at your plush belly.

When he recognizes that you won't say his name, he dives himself further into your core. His tongue maneuvering itself slickly again your slit. He was invested in getting you to your high and hearing you say his name.

At one point, you started grind your core against his lips and slight touching his nose. He started to smooth his hand over your thighs. Rubbing your thick thighs softly, almost like a calming technique to sooth you as he berates you love.

You chuckled to yourself thinking 'Music isn't the only thing he's good at making come to top.' Oh, how you were so witty with your corny puns.

He continues to lick at your clit and even migrates further down to your entrance and furthers his tongue into your core. It was an insane experience. He had you laughing and close to crying from the immense pleasure.

With a few more strides along your glistening core, you came undone by Christian's tongue.

Even after you had finished your climax, Christian continued to lick you more, awakening your arousal all over again. But unsatisfied with you not calling his name, he quivers underneath his breath, "Please Y/N. Call my name please." You could only imagine how needy he looked with his dark brown eyes looking up at you with a sudden light of timid hunger within them.

You moan out, "Barom, please." Your eyebrows strown together. "Mm, Barom, I need it. Come over here, please," you ask for him to come over to you.

He obliged with a small smile. His eyes still half lidded with his hair to his shoulders practically framing his face. He looks to you in wanting with this mouth slightly agape. Grazing his eyes over your body with his face still so pink as his member dangles between his legs. He comes close to you and climbs above you and he just waits and looks into your face. Your skin like that of brown ember and hair fluffy as cloud. His eyes engulf all of you. He takes his hand to stroke your cheek.

"Oh my goodness, your so beautiful. I'm trying my best not to take the Lord's name in vain but you really are making it hard for me," he grazed his eyes over your plush body.

"Baby, call me again please," he starts to rub his member against your leg in wanting. His eyes start to beckon at you with such want almost in the purest form.

You smile, "Barom, come on, keep going." He looks up at you shyly with his hair in his face and one eye shyly looking up. He whimpered as he knods his head cautiously, "Okay, Y/N."

He grumbles at the sheer pleasure of rubbing his member against your leg. He quivers at it, almost like a chill has come up his spine.

"Am I doing it right, Y/N," he questions with his bright eyes. He was so soft and so sensitive during these times. His skin shown a slight golden hue encasing his porcelain skin.

You were so amazed at how you got to see a sight that so many wanted to see and had an interesting perspective to. It was all for you to cherish.

You felt a slight drizzle coming from Christian's member. It was starting to shake and Christian's eyes were clenched in concentration to reach his high. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth to the side.

He sighs of relief mixed with grumbles that sounded so sweet. It was such a pure moment to see him coming undone and sweat was creating this glaze over his body. Some of the sweat teamed up at his brown while his rosy face was concentrated.

And as you looked upon this man that you so profoundly love coming undone, you felt the steamy strings of his member fall on your leg and reach up to the side of your belly.

After that climax, he was left a heaping mess, panting above you. He sat up still catching his breath with his legs tucked under him and his hands on his thighs supporting his upper body. He looked down at you with his shoulder length hair and his eyes looking at you in a shy manner. His cheeks became rosier in comparison to his already pinkish face. He was amazed at himself as well.

"Feel better," you questioned. As you said this, his member stood at attention. You looked down to see it raising as you questioned him. Your eyes trailed back up to Christian, but you notice his hands had covered his face in embarrassment.

All you hear is a muffled, "Sorry, no." You take his hands and he shyly looks to the side. "That's okay, babe. We can keep going if you want. I'm still into it," you coax at him.

He looks back up at you in amazement. "Okay," he shyly smiled.

Part 2 coming soon (:

#christian yu #melanin #dpr ian #christian yu smut #smut #plus size #afro #shy boy #begging

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years

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Hurt Me

John Ryder (The Hitcher 2007) x F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your car breaks down along a deserted stretch of road. The man that stops to pick you up might be the best or worst thing to ever happen to you.

There is a disturbing lack of content for this man and I intend to remedy that.

Warnings: Dubcon, masochistic reader, mention of family death, knife play, blood play, fear play, fingering, slapping, violence, blood, creampie

Smoke billows from under the hood of your 1999 Piece of Garbage Accord. You curse under your breath, hitting the steering wheel with your palms as though that will stop the inevitable death of the engine. With a final, guttering sigh, the car rolls to a stop along the endless stretch of New Mexican highway.

Stupid fucking car.

You’d done as the signs had instructed. You hadn’t run the air conditioning all day, instead leaving the windows down so miserably hot, desert air could blow your hair into a rat’s nest. Still, your shitty car had decided to die anyway.

After banging your head against the steering wheel for a solid minute, you pop the hood and slip out of the car. You stare at the innards of your smoking vehicle, wondering why the hell you’re even bothering. You know nothing about cars. You don’t even know what’s wrong let alone how to fix it.

The sun had set about two hours ago, and the heat had gone with it. The thick layer of sweat that had accumulated over your entire body like a slimy shell is now chilling you to the bone, your thin jacket doing little to keep you warm. A breeze picks up too, making you shiver and hunch down further in your coat.

Scrubbing a hand down your face, you walk to the yellow line along the side of the highway, looking despairingly back and forth. You are alone, the rushing of wind and chirping of crickets the only sound. You’d maybe only seen about three cars all day and even if someone drove by, the likelihood they would stop to pick you up is minimal. No one picks up hitchhikers anymore.

Your cell phone had croaked last week and you had yet to acquire enough funds to replace it. So, your options are to walk until you find a gas station or wait in your car for…for what? A miracle?

Decision made for you, you retrieve your keys and wallet and head east. You can’t remember what the last sign had said about the next service station, but you have a sneaking suspicion it is much farther than you’re comfortable walking. You wore the wrong shoes for this.

Hours passed and you’re still plodding along down the road. Your hips and knees ache and your shoes have rubbed your ankles raw. You’re just beginning to hope a pack of coyotes will come and kill you when you hear it; the rumbling of an engine careening down the road toward you.

You twist around and see a set of headlights approaching quickly. You wave your arms and try to look as distressed as you can. Please, please, please stop….

The car slows. You can feel the noisy roar of the engine vibrating in your own chest. A black Trans Am rolls to a stop ahead of you.

“Jesus, thank you, thank you,” you repeat, running to the open window. Bending to peek inside you find a lone middle-aged man, caramel colored hair trimmed short, copious stubble peppering a strong jaw. He flashes you a disarming smile, white teeth almost abnormally straight.

“You okay? Was that your car I saw back there?” he asks, voice deep and smooth like bourbon. Your eyes flick to the wedding ring on his finger. If he’s married that might cut down on the chance of him being a murderer.

“Yeah, the old bitch died on me.” The man chuckles and you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips.

“Hop in, I’ll take you to the next gas station.” He seems nice enough, but that’s how they get you, isn’t it? But what choice did you have? Keep walking until your feet bleed or until you freeze to death? What are the odds he’ll hurt you, anyway?

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” You slip into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. The engine roars and you’re off, speeding down the road at a speed you’re not entirely comfortable with. You’re loath to say anything, though, lest you lose your ride. You buckle your seatbelt instead.

“I’m John,” he says, quickly throwing another charming smile your way before turning his eyes back to the road. You tell him your name and fight the blush creeping across your cheeks. He’s handsome, no denying that, but something feels a bit off. It’s his eyes. They’d looked…empty. The smile hadn’t reached them.

It’s warm in the cab, much warmer than outside. You slip out of your jacket, John unabashedly watching as you do. Married, you’re married, dude….

“Where you headed?” he asks, fiddling with the stereo. Some sappy love song croons through the speakers. John switches it off, instead letting the hum of the engine fill the car.

“Amarillo. My, uh…my aunt passed. Her funeral’s tomorrow.”

“Oh, sorry to hear.”

“Thanks. How about you?” You’re anxious to change the subject before you recall too much of the conversation with your mother you’d had earlier in the week. John hums in thought at your question.

“Wherever I end up.” You find that answer odd. What about the wedding ring? Doesn’t he have a wife?

“No one…no one to get home to?” you inquire, unease beginning to settle in your belly. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you glancing at his ring. His lips twitch up in a smirk.

“No.”

“Oh,” is all you can come up with. You swallow, regretting your decision to get in this car. So, he doesn’t have a wife? Or something happened to her? You don’t understand, but you’re afraid to ask, afraid to know the answer.

Glancing at the passenger side door, you find there is no door handle. Your heart stutters. There’s no visible lock either. John must notice because he chuckles again, low and dark.

You shriek when he slams on the breaks, your seatbelt catching you hard in the chest but saving you from smashing into the dash. John cranks the wheel, whipping the car onto a dirt side road. Your nails dig into the seat as the car thunders down the uneven path before skidding to a stop.

There’s nothing around you but an endless stretch of moonlight desert, no one around for miles and miles. No one to save you. You’re alone, completely alone with this man. Get out, run.

You scrabble at your seatbelt but as soon as it slips off your shoulder there’s a click to your left. You freeze when cool steel meets your throat. A knife. You release a tremulous exhale through your nose and settle back into your seat, your heart slamming against your ribs so loud you think he can probably hear it.

“Good girl,” John purrs, killing the engine and unbuckling his own seat belt. The sudden silence is unnerving, no noise around you but for your shallow breaths. He reaches under his seat and pulls the lever, sliding the seat back as far as it can go. “C’mere,” he says, spreading his legs and patting his thigh.

You stare at him fearfully, eyes wide. You can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe your shit luck. Out of all the people in this entire state to pick you up, it had to be this psycho.

You hiss when he presses the knife into your skin just hard enough to prick and draw blood. It’s a warning. As scarlet trickles down past the collar of your shirt, you suppress the shiver the stinging pain brings, clench your thighs to stop the pleasure that zings up between them. Not now. That is the last thing you need.

Sweat beading along your brow, you clamber over the center console to straddle his legs and settle into his lap. That smile is back, friendly, pleasant but for his eyes. His eyes are dead, empty as he drags them down your figure. You quickly look away, not wanting him to see the flush in your cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch John’s eyes narrow curiously. Knife still pressed against your flesh, he grips your chin with his free hand, turning your head until you’re looking at him again. You tremble in his grip, two parts terrified of him, one part fearful he’s going to discover your little secret.

He knows something is up. You can see it in the way his eyes study your rosy cheeks and heaving chest. Leisurely, he drags the knife lightly down your sternum, between your breasts, past your waist before lifting the hem of your shirt with the blade. You squeak when he exposes your bra before stuffing the edge of your shirt in your mouth.

“Hold that,” he orders before turning his attention to your abdomen. In a flash he cuts you, blade slicing horizontally through your flesh, deep crimson spilling down your stomach and soaking into your jeans. As hot, sharp pain morphs into sticky pleasure, your muffled scream tapers off into a warbly moan. You flush a dark red, hating yourself for allowing that noise to escape you.

“Interesting,” he murmurs before ripping your shirt from your mouth, sawing through the fabric and tearing it away from your body. You screech and thrash, falling still when the knife returns to your neck. The metallic scent of your blood fills the cab, sharp and pungent in your nose.

Once again, blade meets flesh and John carves a sloppy line under your collar bone. You grunt and try your best to stifle the mewl that slips off your tongue, but he hears it anyway. John lets out a breathy laugh, smearing the blood leaking from the newest slash up your neck with the palm of his hand.

“Never seen that before,” he comments, more to himself than you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip quivering under his bloody thumb when he caresses the skin. He continues, speaking directly to you now, “You like it.”

You shake your head, another scream ripping from your throat when he traces a rib with the blade, splitting your flesh open until you’re leaking crimson. You can’t mask the shaky moan, the “Please,” that sneaks from your mouth and you hang your head in shame. Between your thighs, you’re burning, soaking your underwear, quivering and needy. Desperate for friction, you grind down into his lap, pulling a startled grunt from him.

“Fuck,” John mutters, fisting a hand in your hair and yanking your head back, latching onto your neck and dragging his tongue through the blood smeared across your skin. He bites you under the jaw, hard, probably hard enough to break the skin. You whine and arch into his mouth, hand flying to the window to brace yourself.

“How far have you taken this?” he asks, tilting your head back down until you’re looking into his dead eyes. There’s a spark there now, curiosity and a little heat. You release a haggard breath and shake your head to calm your racing thoughts.

“U-um, I…have—haven’t, really,” you stammer. Why are you telling him this? John’s eyes narrow. He’s connecting the dots.

“No one knows,” he says, mouth splitting into a grin, “Do they?” It isn’t a question. He can read you like a fucking book. He groans under his breath when you look away, blinking away the tears pooling along your bottom lid.

“It’ll be our secret,” he murmurs, tapping the flat of the knife against your lips. He releases your hair, fingers going to the button of your shorts and snapping them open. You tense and whimper when he pushes his hand inside to drag his fingers along your drenched slit.

“Fucking Christ,” he exclaims, pulling his hand from your panties and forcing you to look at your slick coating his fingers. He meets your heavy-lidded gaze and sucks the wet digits into his mouth. You inhale sharply, biting the inside of your cheek.

His hand returns to your underwear and he pushes two fingers past your folds, curling them delightfully. You keen, hips bucking into his hand when he massages that tender spot within you. His other hand goes to your hip, urging the roll of your hips.

“Fuck yourself, good, like that,” he instructs, hand leaving your hip to slip the knife under your ear. You can help the pleased little noises that escape you as you grind down onto his fingers. Delicious heat curls in your gut and, deliriously, you wonder how many shades of fucked up you are to be enjoying this.

“You want me to hurt you?” John asks, pulling your face down until your lips are inches from his own. You pant, only hesitating a moment before you nod. “Ask me,” he says through gritted teeth, huffing quietly when your wet cunt squelches around his fingers.

“P-Please…please h-hurt me, John,” you whisper. Christ, what if he kills you? Had you just signed your own death certificate?

“Polite,” John comments. Lightning fast, he twists and sinks the blade into the hand you have splayed out on the center console. You scream, tensing, riding out the putrid agony as it immobilizes your arm and groaning noisily as the pain is slowly replaced with feverish pleasure. You clench around the fingers inside you, feeling the heat curling into tight pressure.

“Jesus, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He sounds shocked and almost…excited. You don’t hear what he says next as that pressure within you implodes, shock waves wracking your core. You sob, bowing forward as your hips twitch through mind-numbing climax.

John gives you no time to come down from your high. He rips the knife from you hand, pulling another shriek of pain from your throat. You cradle your mangled palm to your chest as he throws the car door open.

He shoves you hard and you tumble out the door with a muffled cry, sprawling on your ass in the dirt. John quickly follows, digging a hand in your hair and hauling you to your feet with the other hand under your armpit. Half shoving, half dragging, he forces you to the front of the car and shoves you down over the hood. The metal is still warm under your uninjured palm as you brace for the inevitable. Your heart races in your chest and you know you would beg for it if he wanted you to.

John rips your shorts off your hips. You hear the hasty slide of his zipper and the rustle of clothing and then you feel him at your entrance, hot and hard. One forceful thrust and he buries his cock completely within you.

You shout, the sweet ache of such a sudden intrusion making your stomach muscles clench. John wastes no time in hammering you into the hood of his car, heedless of any pain you might be feeling. He’s trying to hurt you, after all.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” John groans, using the hand in your hair to wrench your neck back painfully, too far. Your grunts of pain turn high and girlish, every brutal snap of his hips making the line between pleasure and pain blur until you can’t tell which is which anymore.

Drool and tears spill from you face onto the golden wings of the Firebird beneath your palms. You feel John’s fingers sneaking up your waist. He digs his nails into the gash on your ribs and your scream echoes across the quiet desert. Your vision narrows to pinpoints and your head lolls, falling against the hood with a quiet thud.

“No, not yet,” John growls, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. He slaps you across the cheek and your eyes snap open. You blink wildly, trying to orient yourself, but he’s already throwing your legs over his shoulder and lining up again.

“Look at me,” he orders, gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to his. You see stars when he fucks into you, pitiful whimpers spilling from your parted lips.

“Yeah, yes, please, John, please, god, god, oh god—

You’re speaking, you think, but you’re not sure what you’re saying. Maybe you cum again, but the pain is finally starting to win out, your torso and hand throbbing in time with your fluttering heart. You’re dizzy, the Earth lurching horribly when you turn your head. You’ve lost too much blood you think, or maybe you’re still reeling from the orgasm.

Finally, John’s hips meet yours with one final, harsh thrust. Distantly, you hear him moan your name, feel the warmth in your cunt as he paints it white. Your eyelids droop and you reach out to clumsily pat his forearm.

John drops your legs. Without him to hold you up, you slip off the hood, landing in the dirt a second time with a grunt. You shiver, the ground cold against your bare skin. Cold, and so, so tired….

You awake to bright, piercing light behind your eyelids. You blink, scrunching your eyes. There’s an IV pole above you, bags dripping into a pump. You follow the line down to your arm. Scratchy hospital sheets grate against your legs, the stiff gown sagging down your shoulder. You ache in so many places, the deepest of which is between your legs.

“Officer, she’s awake!” Blearily, you look up as two cops enter the room. They look uncomfortable, glancing to one another, silently deciding who will speak first.

Memory hits you like a punch in the gut. John. He hadn’t killed you after all. What happened after you passed out?

The officers kindly explain you were assaulted and dumped, bloody and half-dead behind a motel along the highway. They ask if you remember anything. You tell them the wrong make and model of vehicle. You say you were unconscious the rest of the time. You don’t remember.

“Nothing at all?” You shake your head. They ask a few more questions, none of which you answer with anything useful. Once you’re alone again, you lift up the gown to inspect the stiches on your abdomen, gently tracing the wound along your ribs. You flinch when it stings and a small smile creeps across your face.

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So Good to Me

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Warning: Mentions of alcohol, heavy drinking, drunkenness, mention of piss play (just banter, nothing actually happens), handjobs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unmentioned but obvious praise kink, Binnie is a subby baby boy, blowjob, ass play and fingering (male receiving), oral and fingering (gender neutral receiving), no condom (condoms are boring in smut but, as always, Practice Safe Sex!).

A/N: hey, I’m back with another self-indulgent fic, surprise surprise! it’s my ult of ults birthday so imma do what I want, leave me alone! but uh yeah, here’s some subby baby boy Binnie to get you through your day ;) and the biggest ‘Happy Birthday’ to the boy that ultimately has my heart ❤❤❤❤❤ I love you to the moon and back, darling! oki, you can enjoy now hehe

My Koala 🐨💛: We're going out tonight

You: "Out" as in out to a club to drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning?

My Koala 🐨💛: What else would I mean??

My Koala 🐨💛: I can feel you rolling your eyes… what?

You: It's just...do you want to wake up with a hangover on your birthday?

My Koala 🐨💛: Eh, I'll be fine. We're all chilling tomorrow anyway, so I'll be close to aspirin and something to puke in at all times. It's a win-win!!

You: If you say so!

My Koala 🐨💛: I do say so.

My Koala 🐨💛: Why do you keep rolling your eyes at me?? 😤

You: Lol you have some kind of sixth sense or something?

My Koala 🐨💛: Yes one especially for eye-rolling

My Koala 🐨💛: Now be here at eight sharp, or we're leaving without youuuu

You: Leaving without me, my ass! Half of y'all won't even be ready by eight sharp! I'd bet money on it, but I'm not going to on the off chance I lose because I am not paying you on your birthday or the day before for that matter!

My Koala 🐨💛: Would you pay me if I gave you a lap dance?? 👀👀👀

You: WTF why am I even friends with you?! 😂😂😂

My Koala 🐨💛: Shut up you love me 😏

You: mhmm see you at 8

Cheeks burning at Changbin's blatant offer, you locked your phone and went to your closet to search for an outfit for the evening. The image in your head was far from innocent which somehow ended up influencing the articles of clothing you pulled out, a rather raunchy ensemble laid out on your bed only moments later.

Good grief, it's like I'm applying for a job as a stripper at the club! What has gotten into me?!

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you quickly shoved the offending materials onto the floor and restarted your search. After all, you were just going out with your friends to celebrate your best friend's birthday. No one was setting out to get laid or go home with anyone. Just good, clean (lol not) fun with friends! Nothing to worry about.

The outfit you ended up with was much more modest and less *cough* suggestive than what had originally laid out on your bed. You still felt and looked good, which, like the gentlemen they are, the boys were happy to shower you with compliments when you arrived at the dorm at 8 on the dot. Surprisingly, all but Felix and Jisung were ready to head out when you got there — something about Felix trying to perfect his makeup and Jisung not being able to find the particular pair of jeans he swore he just had to wear. He must have found them faster than expected because moments after you showed up, he ran out of his room screaming "Let's go! I wanna go get druuuuunk!" You shook your head and couldn't help but laugh when you noticed Chan's almost pained expression.

"Wait for me!" A quiet, sing-song floated from the bathroom before Felix strutted into the living room where everyone was gathered. He gasped and scurried over to you, making you twirl for him while he fawned over you, "You look amazing! I love your hair like that, it shows off your features so well!"

"Me?" You practically yelled, "Lixie, you look stunning! I should've had you do my makeup!" His cheeks rosied as you pouted slightly, a bashful smile curving his tinted lips.

"Next time! Besides, you don't need it one bit!" He booped your nose gently as he offered you the hidden compliment, and you scoffed before giggling sweetly.

"Oh, and you do?" You retaliated, adjusting a strand of his hair before softly tracing your fingertips over one of his cheekbones, marveling at his smooth skin and precious freckles, "I love when you let your constellations shine. You're so pretty, Lixie!" The small amount of blush Felix had applied to his cheeks only served to make his natural flush more evident. He shied away from your hand as you both giggled together.

"Alright, lovebirds!" Jisung shouted as he ushered Felix toward the door, "We've got a club to get to!"

"And a birthday to celebrate!" You added in, turning your attention to Changbin to jump on his back unexpectedly, "Hey there, birthday boy!" You softened your voice so as not to scream in his ear, and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he chuckled and gripped your legs to properly carry you. "Let's go!" You pumped your fist toward the door and cheers erupted from your little group as you set out for the night.

Starting off the night with multiple rounds of shots the moment you stepped foot into the club might not have been the best idea, but apparently some of the boys needed to loosen up before you all huddled together on the dance floor and jumped around enthusiastically to the pounding music that filled the stuffy room. Eventually, mini groups and duos broke off to dance separately and you soon found yourself moving to the beat with Felix's hands resting on your hips and your arms draped over his shoulders, giggling together under the strobe lights.

A few songs passed and you felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. "I'm not sure if it's the lights or not but Bin is looking a little green…" Felix suddenly joked, laughing lightly. He noticed the concern wash over your face as you worried about your best friend getting sick so early on and swiftly quelled your fears, "Green with envy." He clarified. Your eyes widened comically at his statement and you couldn’t hide your surprise.

“Binnie's jealous? Of who?" He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to mumble in your ear.

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" The wink he gave you when he pulled back was what really caught you off guard. Everyone knew that your close friendship with Felix was strictly platonic, or at least you thought everyone knew. On the other hand, your minor (read: major) crush on Changbin wasn't common knowledge, or at least you hoped it wasn't, but by the look in Felix's eyes, something told you that you hadn't kept your secret well enough concealed. Instead of completely giving yourself away, you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could and muttered something about getting another drink before heading off, directly towards Changbin, who just so happened to be on your way to the bar.

"Binnie! I'm gonna get another drink! Come with me!" The expression on his face was sour but it softened dramatically when you cutely tugged on his arm. He didn't have a chance to protest before you were yanking him along with you. Finding a space at the bar, Bin stood next to you as you hopped up on an empty stool and waved the bartender over. You ordered something strong but refreshing since the packed bodies caused the humidity inside the building to be sky-high, while Changbin got a refill on his own drink, "You didn't think I was going to spend the whole night dancing with Lix, did you?" You teased your best friend when you noticed he was a little more sulky than usual.

"You," he paused and switched his weight to the opposite foot. "You looked like you were having fun."

"We were! But I got thirsty!" You hummed in response, while reaching for your drink. Holding up your glass, the liquid swirled gently, ice cubes tinkling sharply. "Not to mention, I wanted to see what the birthday boy was up to. I was missing my best friend a little, too, if I'm being honest." Changbin glanced up from where he had been staring into his glass, cheeks tinged pink and a smile slowly growing on his face.

“Missing your best friend, huh?"

"Yeah, have you seen him around? I saw a guy that looked like him, but he was far too sulky to be my best friend." You teased once more, snickering into your cup when Changbin immediately pouted. His face fell minutely and you quickly set your glass down on the bartop to take one of his hands in yours, "Oh, honey! Are you really not having a good time? We can always go home and watch movies and stuff ourselves with junk food if you'd rather do that. I don't want the birthday boy to be miserable!" You paused as Bin stared at you wide-eyed, mouth parted like he wanted to say something; when he didn't speak, you reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes and continued, "I want my best friend to have the time of his life."

“As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Changbin's eyes were noticeably glassy and his smile soft. Heart fluttering a bit more wildly in your chest, you squeezed his hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home, Binnie? Whatever you want." He shook his head and smiled wider.

"Wanna stay here with you."

"In that case…” Your eyes glinted mischievously as you stood from your seat, "Dance with me." Changbin let himself be easily pulled along back towards the dance floor. Obvious and visible to everyone but you, he stumbled behind you like a puppy following his owner.

You drew him in close when you reached the center of the dance floor, laying the hand you held on your hip and guiding his other hand to your opposite side. He instinctively tugged you tighter into himself and you giggled as he began to mindlessly move with the music. Throwing your head back, you let yourself go, not noticing how Changbin was completely spell-bound by you, enamored with your every movement and utterly transfixed on you as a whole. You didn't hear him when he whispered, "This is exactly where I want to be. Always."

Hours later, your little group staggered through the door of the dorms, drunk off your asses and laughing hysterically at literally everything. Well, Chan was, well, emotional, to say the least, but he had all his friends to support him and cheer him up. You helped Seungmin (who was surprisingly on the less inebriated side of wasted, unlike most everyone else including yourself, but you were managing just fine) care for and tuck Chan into his bed. Between the two of you, you remembered to leave a trash pail near his bed along with aspirin and a big glass of water on his bedside table for when he woke up with his pretty much guaranteed killer hangover the next day. When you kissed his forehead, Chan, teary-eyed and sniffly, mumbled his thanks, "It'll be okay, sweetie. Get some sleep." He nodded cutely and snuggled into his pillow and within seconds, he was out like a light.

On your way to the living room, you heard Hyunjin whining from his own bed about needing something to cuddle while he slept. You happened to quite literally run into Jeongin who, by the look on his face, knew exactly what you were about to suggest. As you opened your mouth to speak, he held up his hand to stop you, "Alright, I'll go sacrifice myself. But if he ends up smothering me or strangling me in his sleep, just know I love you all."

"You're so dramatic!" You chuckled at the youngest as he turned towards Hyunjin's room, "Death by cuddles, what a way to go! Good luck, kiddo, and thanks for volunteering." The subtle smile over his features gave away the fact that he wouldn't mind 'sacrificing himself' one bit. Before heading for the couch, you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water, where, contrary to all expectations when walking into a kitchen at some ridiculously early hour of the morning, you found a body on the kitchen counter.

"Really, Minho?" You mumbled as you maneuvered around his foot that was hanging off one side. What was he doing? How did he manage to get himself up there and then promptly fall asleep—so many questions. All left unanswered since he was safe enough and you were too tired and not sober enough to care. So into the living room you went. Having lost Seungmin after you put Chan to bed, you were surprised to find him with Changbin and Felix, all snuggled up in a cuddle pile amongst various strewn about pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch. Felix let out a tired squeal when he spotted you and Seungmin pouted and made grabby hands while Changbin lazily smiled at you, clearly not even a minute away from nodding off. You giggled at the youngest, "I'll be there in a minute, Minnie." Crawling over a variety of bumps that could have been limbs or just pillows, you made your way over to Bin before he managed to fall asleep.

"Hey there, darlin'.” You breathed. He responded with blinking, droopy eyes, a sluggish smile still present over his doll lips, "It's way after midnight but I haven't had a chance to tell you yet." Changbin hummed and reached a hand out to touch your arm gently as you bent over him to whisper against his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Binnie,” where you pressed a sweet kiss. Bin sighed contentedly, eyes slipping closed as he subconsciously leaned into your touch, "Goodnight, birthday boy." By the time you had pulled away, he was already fast asleep. A few strands of hair had fallen in his eyes so you gently brushed them off his face as you admired his features fondly. Pulling yourself from the trance Bin had seemingly put you under, you carefully turned from his sleeping body to find Seungmin and Felix giving you looks. "What?" You asked defensively, honestly having forgotten they were even there. Seungmin sighed and shook his head and Felix just grinned.

"You kissed him wrong." Your incredulous expression caused him to snicker quietly, "Shoulda kissed him on the lips." Jaw dropping to the floor, you lunged for him.

"You better shut your mouth! I'll give you a kiss!" You taunted, grabbing his face and placing a big, wet kiss right on his cheek. He groaned and squirmed through his giggles. You pulled away and squished his chubby cheeks, "Cute! You're lucky you're cute."

"I second that," Seungmin agreed before whining and making grabby hands again. The three of you all cuddled around Bin, limbs thrown every which way despite being comfortable all close together, and let sleep overtake you. Seconds before you drifted into dreamland, you suddenly wondered where Jisung had gone off to. Apparently having wondered aloud, Felix grumbled a reply.

"Probably fell asleep in the bathtub or something. He's fine." You just chuckled fondly and shut your mind off, body quickly following.

Sunlight pouring in through the living room window eventually roused you from sleep, incessant pain immediately present behind your eyes as soon as you opened them, or, rather, struggled to pry them open. Faint groaning radiated from the blankets surrounding you and you honestly weren't sure if the sound was coming from you or from one of your sleeping companions, "Ugh, what time is it?" Seungmin mumbled before promptly being hit with something that sounded suspiciously like a medication bottle.

"Time for you to shut up and take some aspirin.” Came Minho's heavily annoyed voice from somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. You couldn't help but laugh, which hurt but that's beside the point, at him and the image of him sprawled out on the kitchen counter that you surprisingly vividly remembered from the night before.

"Sleep well, Min? I've heard kitchen counters don't really make the best beds, what do you think?" You teased, immediately shielding yourself just in case he decided to chuck something at you, too. He just grunted and grumbled under his breath, slinking out of the living room and away from the noise now that you and your little cuddle club were awake.

“Did he actually sleep on the countertop?" Seungmin asked, bewildered but chuckling quietly to himself and you shrugged.

"I don't know how long he stayed there, but he was out cold when I went to get a drink before I came in here last night." Felix erupted into a fit of giggles. You found yourself laying on his chest so his deep voice startled you slightly with its closeness.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Seungmin had presumably taken the aspirin Minho so delicately provided him with and he resumed his previous position and snuggled up to your back, sighing comfortably. Your legs were entangled with Changbin's and you took a moment to notice how quiet he had been.

"Kinda quiet over there, bean. You in a lot of pain?" You nudged one of his legs with yours and Changbin let out a barely audible complaint, but by the look in his eye, you could tell he was already feeling a little left out so you untangled yourself from your companions, provoking whines and multiple protests, and crawled over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling into his chest, you squeezed him close and threw a leg over his, "Better?" Changbin sounded more than satisfied when he sighed and mumbled into your hair.

"Much." You giggled fondly under his weight as he pulled you in even tighter.

"Clingy baby." Felix and Seungmin whispered to each other for a few seconds before launching themselves over yours and Changbin's bodies, all four of you laughing and groaning interchangeably.

"Too loud!"

"I need pain relief!"

"I'm starving my ass off!"

"I'm making pancakes! Come help me!" Chan's voice floated in from the kitchen and you all dragged yourself towards the prospective food. Much to your amazement, Jisung was sitting on one of the chairs at the table so you took the opportunity to tackle him in a back hug.

"Hey, bud. We kinda lost track of you last night. Where'd you end up sleeping?" He laughed warmly and hugged your arms tighter to his chest.

"I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the bathroom at first. I remember waking up in there at some point and then heading towards my room, but I must've passed out again before I got there because Chan found me slumped against a wall in the hallway when he came out to make breakfast." You, along with everyone else in the room, burst out laughing.

"Only you, Sungie. Only you," You teased him, gently rocking the two of you side to side. Jisung's cheeks reddened slightly but he just nodded and laughed along with you. Most everyone had varying degrees of hangovers but the group passed around the aspirin like the shots had been passed around the night before. Making breakfast was… to put it lightly, chaotic, but you all managed to formulate something edible and actually pretty decent. Breakfast in hand, your small group huddled around the TV to start the movie marathon that Bin had requested for his birthday.

You made it through two entire movies before some of the guys got antsy so video gaming was the next option to occupy the time. Vacillating between movies, board games, video games, and the occasional whining and competitive fighting, the day passed by rather quickly and soon, dinner time had come around. The birthday boy requested pizza, and a lot of it, so Chan ordered in and the meal arrived partway through another movie. Making it through the rest of that movie and another one, complaints of stuffed tummies and squawks of drink refill requests echoed throughout the living room, with bodies strewn about every which way and the infrequent snack wrapper or empty cup thrown at someone's head. Changbin was choosing the last movie of the night so Chan got everyone's attention, "Now's the time for bathroom breaks, drink refills and snack hoarding!"

"And if your name isn't Changbin, we aren't waiting for you before we play it!" Minho shouted at the scattering boys. You threw a mostly empty water bottle at the back of his skull.

“Don't be an ass, Min!" He just scowled at you as he rubbed the back of his head, prompting you to childishly stick your tongue out at him, "Your death glare doesn't work on me like it does on Hyunjin."

"Oh god!" Hyunjin shouted as he hesitantly trudged back into the room from grabbing a snack, “I heard my name. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry!" Minho gave him a conniving sneer, which only served to frighten him more.

“No, you're fine," You reassured the younger before turning to the evil one, kicking towards him as best you could with a chair and a body or two separating you from him, "Stop scaring him, he already looks like he's going to piss himself out of fear!"

“Maybe I want him to…" Minho muttered under his breath. You gaped at him while Chan flailed and rapidly shook his head.

"No! No discussion of kinks in the living room!" Chuckles and giggles filled the room and Changbin feigned annoyance through his laugh, “I'm leaving before this gets any weirder." You watched him, slightly concerned that maybe he was finished for the night and heading off to his room but he noticed your gaze and mouthed "bathroom" to assuage your worries. Some of the others must have caught on because Jisung snorted.

"What, you aren't gonna follow him to the bathroom? Have a little fun?" Internally, you were flabbergasted, but on the outside, you were cool as a cucumber.

"Nah, I think I'll leave the piss play to Minho and Hyunjin, but thanks for the offer. I'm sure you'd love to join them though, huh Sungie? Have a little fun, hmm?" You taunted right back, the boys hooting and hollering around you at Jisung being given a taste of his own medicine, the young man's cheeks reddened deeply in embarrassment. Chan was exasperated. Disgruntled. Livid. Whatever you choose to call it, Chan was peeved and he just sat with his head in his hands for a moment. When he raised his head, however, you could tell he wasn't actually as angry as he led on, perhaps significantly amused despite his facade of heavy irritation.

"I said, no kink discussion in the living room…” He struggled to get through the sentence without laughing and by then Changbin had returned, having missed the entire ordeal.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, shuffling in.

“Immaturity." You stated quickly before anyone else could get a word in to explain. Bin shrugged and lumbered over to you, instantly dropping into your lap and koala-ing around you.

He spoke lowly in your ear, "My head still hurts but I'd rather stay here with everyone instead of going off on my own for the rest of the night. Is it ok if I just rest my eyes for a little bit, please?"

"Of course, Binnie! You know I never say no to your cuddles! You stay here as long as you like, sweetie." You smiled warmly as you glanced down at him and he hummed contentedly and snuggled into your shoulder.

"Thank you." You felt Bin shiver against you slightly and asked if Jeongin could toss you a blanket from the pile next to him. He obliged and you draped the soft fabric over both your bodies and nuzzled into your koala as Minho pressed play on the movie. The pattern of Bin's breathing changed faster than you expected but you held him close while you watched the movie. After a while, he started to whimper and squirm in your lap. To try to soothe him back to sleep, you threaded your fingers through his soft strands while your other hand traced designs on his back over his t-shirt but he continued to fidget and murmur. The possibility that he was just uncomfortable and still in pain crossed your mind so you asked him quietly.

"Do you need more pain medication? Or maybe some water or an ice pack or something, baby?" As soon as the word "baby" left your mouth, Changbin whined in your ear and desperately rolled his hips, his hard-on suddenly very evident against your thigh, “Oh, baby's needy." You thought you were quiet enough so that just Bin heard you, but you heard a muffled gasp from the other end of the couch. In the corner of the room away from prying eyes, you thought you and Changbin had a little privacy but apparently your couch companions, Felix and Jisung, could hear you clearly if you talked in anything above a whisper. Thankfully, no one else could hear you for the movie. Bin kept fussing and wiggling around so, opting to ignore the sharp inhale, you continued to speak so that just Felix and Jisung could hear you but pretended to not know they could, "Alright, baby. Use my thigh."

Changbin resituated himself and started to rut, breathy moans and sighs spilled from his lips directly into your ear. Moments later, Bin began to gently kiss at your neck and ear before whining, "Need more. Please. ’s not enough."

You hummed, pleased with his small show of affection and prompted him to ask properly, "What does baby need?"

"Touch me, please, I need it, please touch me…” He slurred, gripping onto the front of your shirt.

"Hmm, where?" You wanted to make him say it, wanted to hear how it would sound coming out of his mouth, how he would sound begging for it.

"My cock. Please touch my cock. Hurts." Changbin mewled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix clamp a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the moan he let out at the words Bin had said. Covered by the blanket, you took your time reaching down to where Bin wanted you to touch.

"You're such a good boy for me, begging without being told to. And so obedient, too." Bin was sniveling discreetly, unable to sit still while he waited to be touched, but the second your hand dipped into his sweatpants and wrapped around his stiff, leaking cock, all efforts at being quiet went out the window. He let out a sinfully deep moan, music to your ears, but relievedly, it seemed to be only audible to those of you that were seated on the couch, since none of the other boys seemed to notice at all nor paid you any attention, "Now baby has to be quiet, unless baby wants everyone to hear what we're doing." Bin's grip on your shirt immediately tightened, mewling softly and he reached down with his other hand to grasp your forearm as you slowly worked his cock. You took that particular moment to finally glance over at Felix and Jisung, who both looked bug-eyed and beet red when you made eye contact.

View obstructed by Changbin and the blanket draped over the two boys' laps, you couldn't see anything but you had a hunch that those facial expressions were because they thought they had just been caught with their hands down each other's pants, mixed with a little guilt from watching and listening to you and Changbin. You winked at the two of them and shot them a sly smirk as you bent your neck a little further to kiss at Bin's ear and asked the whimpering boy, "Feel good, baby?" Changbin whined and nodded in response, rutting harder into the hand that was fisting his cock. Maintaining eye contact with the two boys at the other end of the couch, you questioned Bin again, "Are you close?" Jisung nodded in answer to the question that wasn't even directed at him and you successfully resisted the urge to laugh or even smile.

Bin nodded vigorously against your shoulder and whimpered into your neck, "Yes, yes, I'm so close… Please, I need it, please, let me cum, I need to cum, please."

"Such a good boy for me!" You praised Changbin lovingly, and watched as Felix's brows drew together in pleasure and he dropped his head back against the couch, huffing out an almost silent groan, "Cum for me, baby." The noise Jisung let out when he came was somewhat odd and jarring, but no one paid him any mind considering random, bizarre noises weren't anything out of the ordinary. Felix managed to stifle his own groan with his free hand when he released. Bin, however, shuddered in your arms, silently biting his lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he came hard, covering your hand in white and dirtying his briefs. You worked him through it, squeezing the head of his cock to milk out the last few drops as he twitched in oversensitivity. Once he had come down from his high, Changbin whispered a sweet "thank you" in your ear before placing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss on your jawline and immediately passed out from exhaustion. How you got three boys to successfully cum on command, you have no idea but, needless to say, it was a major confidence boost. You glanced back over at Jisung and Felix, who both looked nervous again, and chuckled under your breath, "We never have to speak of this if you get me something to clean my hand." Jisung nodded, dumbfounded, and got up too quickly – his feet became tangled in the blanket and down he went, ending up partially sprawled out over Jeongin's outstretched leg and the floor. Thankfully, both he and Felix had the forethought to tuck themselves back in before Jisung got up.

He sprang to his feet before Jeongin even had a chance to complain and whisper-shouted, "My nose is running," as a cover-up. When Jisung returned seconds later with a giant handful of tissues, Jeongin mumbled something about drowning in his own snot, but the older ignored him and made a show of wiping at his nose before discreetly passing the rest on to you and Felix. Credits eventually started to roll on the screen and some of the boys were stretching and yawning by then. You took the opportunity to gently rouse Bin, checking to see if he was feeling better and wanted to watch another movie or if he was headed off to bed for the night. He shuffled out of your lap and, in his baby voice, he giggled, "’m sticky." Changbin then took the blanket that had been draped over the two of you and wrapped it around himself like a cape.

The majority of the boys gave him funny looks at his comment but you laughed and provided an explanation, "You're like a furnace when you sleep and we had a blanket on so yeah, it's a little clammy to say the least." You received shrugs and nods in response, along with a few members echoing how warm Changbin gets when he sleeps.

Said boy's cheeks tinged pink and he chuckled softly, "Well, I might go sleep off the rest of this hangover even though it's still early. You guys can keep watching movies if you want, I don't mind." As you and the boys bid him goodnight and wished him a happy birthday again, he gave everyone a warm smile and waddled off to his room.

You silently hoped the rest of the boys would head to bed, too, since your bed was the couch and you really wanted to get off, wound up from the whimpering boy in your lap only moments before. Much to your dismay, the boys started to argue about what movie to watch next but Felix seemed to sense your restlessness and elbowed you. Turning to face him and Jisung, you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks when images from before popped into your head. They looked like they felt similarly and almost like he read your mind, Jisung asked, "I got you tissues so we don't have to talk about this, right?"

You snorted, "Then why are you bringing it up?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged, trying to come up with an excuse but he just stuttered out random syllables. Felix giggled and you opened your mouth to poke fun at him but he held up a hand to silence you.

"Now's not a good time to bring up the fact that I have a 'good boy' kink, so don't say anything!"

Chan apparently suddenly acquired superhuman hearing, having jolted upright from lounging on the floor and pointed an accusatory finger at the three of you, "Hey, I said earlier, no kink discussion in the living room!" You, Felix, and Jisung all looked at each other before busting out laughing, figuring Chan had been completely unaware of all that had just gone down during the previous movie.

"Ah, blissful ignorance!" you quipped, nudging Felix in the side as you continued to laugh and Chan continued to give you the stink eye from across the room.

"Don't think I don't know what you all are up to!" The oldest chided, "I'm surprised you haven't run off to Changbin yet, considering what you two got up to during the movie." You blanched. Felix stiffened beside you when Chan continued, "And you two. Well, we're all kinda used to you by now but -"

"Get a room!" Minho shouted at the ceiling, body draped over a chair in what looked like a very uncomfortable position (but so is sleeping on the kitchen countertop, so to each their own).

You risked another glance at your couch companions but Lix just smirked and said, “I'm rooming with him tonight." He shrugged his shoulder in the direction of Jisung, "My bed's free, not that you'll need it. Have fun!" He winked and grabbed Jisung by the wrist to drag him off to the older's bedroom.

“Don't keep Hyunjin up all night!" You teased as they began to walk off. Hyunjin, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, scoffed.

"I'm sleeping out here since now you're not."

"Don't let him fool you, he usually keeps us up all night!" Felix taunted back and Hyunjin just looked scandalized.

"Welp…” You tried and failed to act casual as you stood from the couch. "I'm uhh…"

Minho sighed overdramatically. "Don't worry, we're gonna blast this movie and then next one. For our own sake.” He added.

Standing in front of Changbin's bedroom door, you debated with yourself for several moments whether or not to knock first or to just slip in quietly. You ended up just walking in, figuring it was safe considering what had just transpired on the couch earlier. Bin was lounging on his bed, lying slightly on his side facing away from the door, attention focused on his phone. He most likely figured it was his roommate, Felix, walking in so he didn't make an attempt to look up. You moved to close the door, leaning your back gently against it until you heard the soft click.

"Hey," your voice was weak but strong enough to break the silence, somewhat startling to Bin, if his tiny jump was anything to go by. His head snapped over to look at you, eyes wide and uncertain, and mindlessly dropped the phone on the bed next to him. You offered him an easy smile to reassure him you weren't upset and he swung his legs over to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Umm, hi..." Changbin hesitated. He twiddled his thumbs, glancing around the room as he tried to explain himself, "I'm uhh… I'm sorry. About earlier. I tend to just… drop." He shrugged, "It doesn't happen very often. Not really sure why it happens now that I think about it… but yeah, sorry." You smiled warmly as you watched his blush deepen from a barely there pink to a sweet cherry red. Bin continued to avoid your gaze as you inched closer to him.

"Why are you apologizing, baby?" He visibly gulped as you kneeled on the bed between his thick thighs and nudged his cock gently, smirking at his nervousness, "I was going to punish you for cumming in your pants like a teenage boy…" you started and Changbin finally looked up, a little dazed. "But you were so good for me." You glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "It's not midnight yet. Do you still want your gift?" Bin nodded enthusiastically, which urged your smirk to widen and the powerful feeling in your chest bloomed bigger.

Lifting his chin up with one finger, you leaned in close, close enough for him to feel your breath dancing over his lips but not close enough to taste. "Let's see…" you paused, pulling away to trail your finger down to the center of his chest and push him back on the bed. "How many times…" you continued, immediately shoving his hoodie up and dragging your nails down his toned stomach before your fingertips dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, your palm resting directly over his cock. "… I can make you cum before the clock strikes 12:01, shall we?" Changbin was propped up on one arm, lust-blown pupils closely following your every move as you tugged his sweatpants down just a few inches to expose the band of his briefs before stopping to make eye contact, "Answer me, baby. I need to know if you want this."

"Please…" He whispered, eyes imploring and desperate, hands already gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. You smiled minutely as he lifted his hips for you to drag his pants off completely. Bin instinctively spread his legs wider and relaxed them, his knees falling out to the sides when you crouched down. You took the opportunity to shove his right thigh up, tightly gripping a handful of flesh and squeezing, mesmerized, and tried to keep yourself from drooling over him.

"So pretty…" You breathed, not quite a whisper, but strained with desire. Your eyes followed the fingertips of your free hand as you traced the lines over his stomach before moving to gently squeeze at his side, thumb rubbing tender circles into his hip bone. Left hand unhurriedly trailing up his opposite side, you reached up to his chest to barely brush your fingertips over one his nipples but Bin reacted with a jolt, arching off the bed and he bit his lip to muffle a moan, "So sensitive.” You smirked to yourself, tweaking his nipple so that he let his voice out, whimpering sweetly, "That's it, let me hear you, baby."

Countless daydreams and nights spent longing for him and there he was with your hands on him, his eyes teary and begging for you, his body so responsive, and you couldn't help but feel that maybe you were just dreaming all over again, but Changbin whined softly and canted his hips, snapping you out of your reverie, and you met his eyes again. "Please…" He repeated his earlier plea as he wiggled around, trying to get you to touch him more.

"God." You practically whined yourself, "You're so fucking cute." You leaned over him and his eyes locked on your lips despite the evident embarrassment written all over his face, cheeks ruddy and tears threatening to spill, "So perfect." He made a noise that suspiciously sounded like he didn't agree but you felt his rough hand graze the skin of your cheek and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. Lips met lips and Changbin melted into you immediately, fingers tangled in your hair, a floaty feeling overtook your senses. His kiss mirrored his clear and apparent feelings – desperation, hunger, need, and everything in between. You could feel yourself losing all sense of reality; your lips moving against his plush, doll-like ones, his fingers tugging at strands of your hair, his gasp when you nibbled at his lower lip, everything was hallucinatory. But you still wanted to tease him a bit more.

"Please…” Bin whispered again against your lips, "I need you." He emphasized his imploration by grinding his hard length against your thigh and clutched at your shirt frantically. You kissed him hard before trailing your lips over his jawline and down his neck, sucking in random places, just hard enough to not leave visible marks.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." Tugging at his hoodie, you signaled that you wanted to take it off so he leaned up to allow you to. Immediately, you continued your path of kisses over his collarbone and down his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each of his hardened nipples. Changbin arched into your mouth, a loud moan escaped his lips when your teeth scraped just so and he automatically clamped a hand over his mouth in shock, "Nuh uh, I want to hear you," you delicately dragged his hand away, fingers intertwining with his as you kissed further down his torso.

"But the others?" He panicked slightly, "They'll – Oh!" Bin jolted when you faintly nipped at the flesh of his hip and palmed his cock over his briefs.

You hushed him softly, "Shh, they're busy. Besides, I know it turns you on more to know they could hear you." He just huffed in response, not denying your accusation. Curling your fingertips under his waistband, you pulled his briefs down ever so slowly, loving how he whined at your pace. His dick sprang free from its confines and bounced back against his abdomen, right below his navel. Tossing his underwear off to the side somewhere, you traced your fingertips up his thighs to his hips, one hand resting there and while the other inched closer to where Changbin needed most. Poor baby was so impatient – you slapped his thigh when he whined about not touching him fast enough, which caused him to thrust into nothing and groan in pleasure, "Ah, a bit of a pain slut, aren't you, baby?"

"Nngh, yes..." He moaned when you slapped his other thigh. Changbin shuddered when your hand finally came into contact with his leaking cock. You wrapped your hand around him and squeezed gently – your thumb dug into his slit before you lifted it to show the strand of pre-cum connecting it to his cock, "You're so wet! Look at this, you're already making such a mess!" Again, he whimpered in response. Smearing the pre-cum over his skin, you began to pump his cock, gradually picking up speed. "Do you want to cum from my hand or my mouth?"

You were being generous in giving him the choice and he thanked you knowingly, "Whatever you want, I'm grateful for. Thank you."

"Good boy." Changbin keened, arching into the touch when you suddenly mouthed at his shaft. Tonguing at his slit, you moaned at his taste and took him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take more and more of him. Soon, your nose became buried in the soft curls at the base of his shaft, tongue diligently running over the bulging veins. Bin squirmed and fisted the sheets before reaching to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, your mouth! I-" A strangled moan abruptly cut off his words when you swallowed around him and his fingers tightened their grip in your strands. His tug at your hair was harsh, causing you to moan at the slight amount of pain. The vibrations from your throat only served to produce more overwhelming pleasure for Changbin and he writhed underneath you. You pulled away to lap at his balls, sucking each one into your mouth. He watched you like a hawk, dark eyes focused on you as you moved to kiss and suck at his perineum, whining all the while. One of his thighs in each of your hands, you pushed his legs up until you had better access to his pretty little hole. Licking a stripe over it, you smiled into Changbin's skin as he once again jolted and arched off the bed, "Jesus fuck! Oh my god!"

Moans began to pour from his lips as you licked, sucked, and nibbled at his rim. Bin threw his head back against the bed, panting heavily and breathed out your name, "Feels so fucking good!" When you started to fuck him with your tongue, he squirmed around so much, you had to hold him down, “Can't. I – Fuck!" The next time Changbin made eye contact, you could see that his tears had finally spilled over, leaving streaks down his plump cheeks. He was already lost in the pleasure, a daze clouding his eyes, but you weren't finished with him yet.

"I wanna pamper you. Where's your lube, baby?"

He licked his lips and tried to calm down, "Top drawer, way in the back." Despite knowing you had to get up to fetch the lube, Changbin still whined loudly at the loss of touch.

"Patience, baby. I'm gonna make you feel even better." His eyes widened and he fidgeted on the bed, still clutching his legs to his chest, bent in half with his hole on full display. You returned with the lube seconds later but stopped to stare at him, "I can't get over how perfect you are.” You praised, maneuvering the two of you so that you could comfortably kneel on the bed in front of him.

Once again holding his legs up, Changbin whined for you, "Please." You smiled sweetly at him and warmed the lube between your fingers before lightly outlining his rim with a single wet fingertip. He shuddered beneath you and let out another breathy whimper as you lightly pressed against his hole with two fingers, but not enough to breach the ring of muscles. Deciding to stick to a single digit to be safe, you gently pushed your middle finger in his hole up to the first knuckle and Bin clenched, surprised at the sudden intrusion, "Oh! That feels funny."

"I know, baby. Now relax for me.” You paused to rub soothing circles into his thigh, "I told you I would make you feel even better. I promise. Trust me?" When he nodded eagerly, you smiled again, "That's a good boy." He preened at your words, distracted by them, so you took the opportunity to push your finger in further. It went in easily and you began to wiggle it around to loosen him up. Not long after, Changbin started to moan, quickly finding pleasure again, "You want another?"

Bin hummed and you delicately inserted your pointer finger in alongside your middle finger. His mouth dropped open into an 'O' shape and he groaned deep in his chest when you started to pump your fingers in and out of him. Finding a little resistance, you reached up to work his cock to distract him a little more, "You're taking it so well!" You adored seeing his reaction whenever you praised him so you did it often. Scissoring your fingers, you moved around inside of him until you found that perfect spot.

“Nngh, fuck!" Changbin wailed and threw his head back again, his back bowed and his toes curled. You continued to rub tiny circles into his prostate as curses and swears spilled from his lips, "Oh god, fuck yes, fuck, that feels so fucking good!" By that point he was full on sobbing, blubbering and slurring his words, tossing his head back and forth, his nails dug crescents into the skin of his thighs.

“Are you gonna cum for me now, baby, hmm?" you asked, overly sweet, as you pumped his cock, stopping every once in a while to squeeze at the angry red head, – beads of pre-cum dribbled down the side and made the slide easier – and you continued to massage his prostate at the same time. Changbin nodded shamelessly, all care and worry thrown out the window. He just wanted to cum. Bad. And he begged for it. Even without being told to, he pleaded with you, vehement and ardent in his entreaty.

"Please, please, please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, please just let me cum. Please, I need you to make me cum." That last part made something in you snap. You practically growled, lunging forward to kiss him fiercely. Sucking on his tongue made him moan into your mouth and you licked at his velvety walls, eager for him to taste himself while you worked him up to and over the edge.

"You're so good for me, such a good boy." You whispered against his plush lips, "Go ahead, baby. You can cum for me." Changbin cried out against your mouth, hips violently thrusting his cock into your hand and rocking down on your fingers at the same time. Ribbons of white splayed across his stomach and he desperately tried to catch his breath as he came down from his high. He whimpered into your mouth and kissed you sweetly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as you pulled back to look at him, "Baby looks so tired.” You lamented, withdrawing your fingers from his body before wiping them on part of the sheets next to you. Changbin hummed, a small smile on his lips as he nodded. His eyes quickly snapped open when you started to tug at his spent cock. A noise of protest escaped his lips but you continued to work his sore length. "C'mon, you've got one more for me, don't you, baby?" Your tone was melodic but mischievous and there was a sly twinkle in your eye when you crawled off the bed to finally strip for Bin, having stayed completely clothed the entire time you got him off. It was your turn now and you so badly wanted to sit on his thick cock.

He watched you unhurriedly remove each article of clothing, dick unsurprisingly chubbing up when you turned around and bent over at the waist, spreading your ass cheeks and putting yourself on full display as he had been earlier. You released your grip on the flesh, letting it clap back together and wiggled your hips, provoking a deep, sinful sounding moan from Changbin, "Come back..." He begged, "I wanna taste you." You smirked and straightened up, languidly moving towards him once you turned around to face him. He laid back on the bed and reached for you, silently asking for you to sit on his face. The thought made your insides throb with want, heat flowing through your veins, heart pounding and head light and floaty. You crawled over him and hovered above him before he yanked you down by the hips, immediately licking and sucking at your entrance with vigor. Changbin groaned and the vibration made you rock on his tongue, shivering as he shoved it deep inside you.

“Baby's so good to me…” You breathed, rolling your hips minutely, “Fuck, I love your tongue in me." Bin moaned again and you maintained a rhythm of rolling and rocking against his tongue. He soon reached up to insert a finger alongside his tongue, stretching you open for his thick cock while he ate you out like his life depended on it. You could feel yourself getting close so you forcefully removed his hand from your hip and sat up on your knees, shoving his other hand away in the process. He whined in objection and tried to pull you back down but you shook your head and moved off him completely, "No, baby. Wanna cum on your cock."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath and canted his hips up into nothing. You moved to swing your leg over his stomach and reached for the lube that you had tossed somewhere on the bed earlier. Generously covering Bin's cock, you positioned yourself, and gripping his shaft, you guided it to your entrance and sank down until he was entirely buried inside you. You threw your head back and let out a wanton moan as Changbin dug his blunt nails into the skin of your thighs and tried to keep himself from moving too quickly. "You're so big, baby. Feel so full…" You mewled, circling your hips to feel his every bump and ridge against your walls.

He let out a choked sound and slid his hands up to your hips, "Please, can I move?"

"Yes, yes…” You chanted as you began to bounce yourself on his length. He met your hips with his thrusts, letting you do most of the work at first.

"You feel incredible. So tight, so wet, so fucking hot," Changbin babbled, drunk off the pleasure. You planted your palms on his chest, pinching at his nipples, and you felt his hips kick in response, momentarily disrupting the rhythm he had built up.

"I thought your tongue was good, fuck! Love your cock in me so much. Love it even more. So good to me, baby." You repeatedly cursed under your breath when Changbin quickened his pace and his harsh thrusts knocked you forward into him. He instantly took the opportunity to draw you into another kiss. It was more two open mouths breathing each other's air and tongues occasionally rubbing together than an actual kiss but you both were too caught up in the ecstasy to care.

He pulled away to breathe into your neck, whimpering against your skin as he gripped your hips tightly and pounded into you relentlessly. "Love you. I love you so fucking much. Wanted you for so long. Don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want to think about it. I just really fucking love you." You felt tears prick at your eyes and you took his face in your hands as he slowed his thrusts and locked eyes with you.

"Then don't think about it." You stated simply, "I'm here. Always have been. Always will be. And I really fucking love you, too." Changbin didn't have a chance to smile or say anything before you kissed him, trying to convey your every emotion through your kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as he possibly could, "I love you, my good boy, my baby." You whispered against his lips in between kisses and biting gently at his lips. He groaned and sped up his thrusts as he kissed you senseless.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" He moaned as his pace started to waver.

"I knew you had one more for me. Cum inside me baby, please." You found yourself begging him in the end.

Changbin grunted and reached between you to get you off faster, "You said you wanted to cum on my cock. Want you to cum first." You could see white begin to prick at the edges of your vision and your head felt even more floaty than before. Frankly, Changbin's cock felt like heaven inside you and you could feel your walls dragging him back in every time he pulled out. He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and with a few more thrusts, you came. Hard. Stars exploded behind your eyes and tingles ran up and down your body. When you opened your eyes, Changbin was there kissing you and working you through your high, "Thank you.” You breathed and he smiled warmly and hummed, "Keep going. Want you to cum.” You pleaded, clenching around him snugly. He chanted your name against your lips, throwing in some curses and an 'I love you' or two, using your body for his pleasure as he chased his own high. Seconds later, when you clenched around him again, Changbin cried out and released inside you, thick white ropes coating your walls. He fucked his cum into you with a few quick thrusts before pulling out and wrapping his arms back around you. Bin laid still, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to catch his breath. You watched him from where your head was laid on his shoulder. Pressing a small kiss to his jawline, you saw the corner of his lips start to curl before he chuckled lowly, "Happy birthday, Binnie," you congratulated, barely above a whisper.

Changbin laughed harder, "God, I love you!"

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Rating: G | Word count: 1915 Tags: Future Fic/Epilogue, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Snow Summary: It’s been a long day. Read Below or on AO3

"It's still really coming down."

Koushirou starts at the comment, trailing off on the sentence he had just been reading aloud from his tablet. Instinctively his eyes dart to the sliding door window. Flurries twirl about themselves, this way and that. It is barely any different from when Koushirou last glanced outside, but the already settled snow has risen past the empty ceramic pots Taichi had bought with the intention of starting a garden last spring. It had never really gotten off the ground.

Or even, well, in it.

Koushirou cracks a smile, watching the winter storm for a moment longer. He had been tuning out the sound of the wind rushing by the windows, but he hears it now, howling through the cracks, as if begging to be let in.

In response the heater whirrs audibly.

But still the memory of the cold causes a quick shiver down his spine, a phantom chill over his hands. Although the afternoon had seen a brief end to the snowfall, it had been consistent all through last night, piling up along the roads and parks within the city. Koushirou would have preferred to have spent the day indoors, where the heater could shield them against the winter, but he had been outnumbered easily and so a trek to the park had inevitably become the day's activity.

Koushirou feels the soreness in his legs from trekking up and down hills all afternoon, fighting for a foothold in the billowing snow of the slopes.

Still, he had found himself quite enjoying the experience, sheltered by the sound of familiar, mirthful laughter. Some of it had been his own, cheeks rosy from more than just the cold nipping at them. Tree branches over their heads had been heavy, bending under the great burden of last night's snowfall, dusting across the park here and there on a rogue wind. Against the gray sky the tall lamp posts along the park's main path had been bright. To Koushirou it had looked almost like something out of an old-timey picture book, or a scene frozen in time inside a snow globe.

"Wonder if we'll get snowed in."

He blinks, his eyes taking back in the view of their backyard where the streetlights sit gracefully atop the fresh snow.

"Looking that way," he answers. He hums when there's no chorus of cheers, his eyes darting down to his right side where a thick head of dark hair rests heavily against his arm. He leans forward, cautiously, doing his best to not make any jostling motions and, "Oh."

"What's—" Taichi starts as he turns the corner around the kitchen wall, but Koushirou signals for him to be quiet with a quick finger to his mouth. He halts at the lip of the living room. Steam rises from the mugs clutched in either of his hands as his eyes lower along the couch. "Oh."

Koushirou follows Taichi's gaze down to his left this time. A shock of red fans across his dark slacks. Gently he brushes back the bright locks of hair to reveal a soft, serene face, long dark lashes pressed against pale cheeks. He finds his lips turning upward as he watches her breathe evenly, completely unaware of the world around her.

"They're exhausted," he reports, unnecessarily. The weight against his right side shifts further down, but when Koushirou checks there's no sign of the boy waking. "Storytime must have been the final affront."

"I bet." Taichi's laugh is purposefully tamed, though Koushirou wonders if either of them would stir now if a hoard of monochromon came rampaging through their house. "I'm beat and I only climbed the hill twice. They were running up and down all day. I almost thought we'd have to drag them home to get them to leave."

Koushirou titters. "Technically, Hotaru was dragged home."

"Not by us." Taichi cracks a grin that Koushirou finds himself easily mirroring.

"True." His fingers run through her hair again. She lets out a tired little huff, but otherwise barely stirs. "She took quite a tumble on the ice there."

"Yet Akihiro was the one sobbing," Taichi remembers, leaning back to rest the mugs on the breakfast bar counter. "Kept dragging her around everywhere on that sled."

"It was very sweet." Koushirou turns his head to press his smile into the untamed, dark hair of his son. "He's quite unstinting in succor." He keeps like his father to himself.

"I'll pretend to know what that means." Koushirou catches Taichi wrinkling his nose down at the mugs. "Guess the hot chocolate was a waste."

"Pour them in a thermos," Koushirou suggests. "I'm sure they'll want some tomorrow."

Taichi disappears back into the kitchen without a word. Koushirou listens to the sound of the cupboards opening and closing, followed by a whispered, "Aha!"

A soft chime calls Koushirou's attention back to the tablet still in his hand. Clicking it back open he scans the message quickly before telling Taichi, "Jyou wants to know if we have sufficient rations should the storm last the rest of the week."

"What, is he planning on bringing stuff over himself?" Koushirou can hear as he pours the liquid of both mugs into their new container. "In this weather?"

Koushirou stares at the message again. "Perhaps with Ikkakumon?"

Taichi barks out a laugh in the other room. "Just imagine a bunch of emergency duffel bags on his horn. Harpoon torpedo! Right onto the front doorstep. Like a newspaper boy."

"Taichi."

"Sorry."

Akihiro murmurs something in his sleep, head nodding forward. Koushirou gently recalls his arm, stiff from underuse, and let's the boy lean in further, replacing it around him instead. He slumps further down, almost into Koushirou's lap, with a quick, heavy snore.

A stampede of monochromon indeed. Not even a harpoon torpedo through their living room could wake them, Koushirou surmises.

The telltale sound of the refrigerator popping open is followed by Taichi's report of, "We'll survive."

"I'll inform Jyou."

"Tell him my idea about the duffel bags."

"No."

Taichi emerges back from the kitchen, another set of mugs in his hands. This time he makes it all the way to the sofa, holding one of them out for Koushirou to grab. "Your tea."

Koushirou takes the offered mug, his ring clinking on the ceramic as he wraps his fingers around it, balancing the tablet on his lap. With a smile he says, "Thank you."

Now with one of his hands free, Taichi braces himself against the back of the couch. Koushirou feels his heart quicken as he realizes the other's intention and although he gives a weak protest of, "Taichi," he still tilts his head up to press his smile against his husband's own.

"They're asleep," Taichi offers after the chaste kiss. And true to his words, there's no chorus of groans, but it does nothing to cure Koushirou of his personal embarrassment.

He had thought by now he would be used to this— that after years and wedding vows and raising children together, nothing would phase him quite so much. And yet, still, Taichi never ceases to make his heart flutter, to bring a flush to his cheeks with even the simplest of gestures.

As he leans back up, Taichi's eyes drift towards the view of the sliding door window. He sounds soft, wistful, when he says, "Snow always reminds me of August."

His gaze seems distant. Koushirou wonders if his husband is watching the current snowfall, or if his mind is replaying one from almost a quarter of a century ago.

Sometimes, his own does, even when the sky is clear and the humidity sweltering.

That one summer had changed each of them in some way. Himself, perhaps, especially. At times he wonders, if they had never gone to that other world, had never faced those tribulations, how would things be different now?

Unconsciously he trades the mug to his other hand, brushing his fingers back through Hotaru's hair, tightening his arm about Akihiro. Like a reminder that they're there. That he's really here.

Taichi sends him a quick smile, long and unbidden, just the way he always had; before camp or summer blizzards, tinged now in a way that is undeniably with love, and Koushirou finds himself believing then that no matter how the road had been paved, no matter the bumps and cracks along the way, it would have always brought him here.

But he's still immeasurably grateful this particular route had brought him to Tentomon. Life without him seems quite unimaginable now and he almost wishes he had been here, today, too.

"Me too," Koushirou agrees, quietly, taking a tentative sip from his mug. But when he looks back out towards the blizzard, Koushirou realizes, he hadn't been particularly thinking about that summer at all today. Not until Taichi had mentioned it.

His mind had been occupied with winter afternoons, nippy but warm, gray skies brightened with laughter. Hills, once pristine and glittering with rare sunlight off freshly packed snow, marred with foot prints and sled trails. Hair clumped with snow and toothy grins with little gaps.

Koushirou hides his smile in his next sip of tea. New memories were taking their own place in his heart, occupying parts of his mind, but certainly no more or less important to him than those before them. They were all part of his own journey, after all.

Unable to move, Koushirou holds out his arm with the mug, motioning quietly for Taichi to put it on the center table. Wordlessly, he complies as soon as Koushirou gathers back his attention.

"Thank you," Koushirou says.

Taichi smiles at him before his expression takes on a more considering look. He places down his own mug next to Koushirou's.

"Taichi—" he starts cautiously as the other man scoops their daughter off the couch and into his arms.

For a moment Koushirou worries she'll actually wake up, but Hotaru just murmurs a soft, "Papa," her arms instinctively wrapping around her father's neck from far too many nights being carried to her own bed. Her eyelashes barely flutter.

"It's fine," he says. Koushirou can't discern if the sentiment is meant for him, or for her sake. He doesn't seek clarification.

Taichi falls into the now free cushions, completely flush against his other side. Hotaru's head lolls back, cradled against Taichi's upper arm, fast asleep.

To his right, Akihiro mumbles again but remains still.

Taichi yawns, dropping his head on Koushirou's shoulder. "Were you going to finish the story?"

He smiles down at the black screen of the tablet, leaning his cheek against Taichi's head as his fingers pass through their son's unruly hair. He doesn't think the ending will be much of a surprise. Most of these stories come with a promise; a happily ever after. A quarter of a century ago, he may have found that predictability lackluster. Lately, he doesn't quite think so.

Rather, Koushirou finds, he looks forward to it.

"We can finish it tomorrow night—" he yawns himself "—when the kids are awake."

Taichi makes a short noise, something distant and barely there. Koushirou's own eyes feel heavy. They should get up, he knows. Make it to their respective beds before they all wake up with cricks in their necks. They really should, but the couch is warm, comfortable, and Koushirou is surrounded by some of his favorite people and he can’t really be bothered to change any of that.

(He only partially regrets the sore neck.)

#taishirou #taishiro #digimon adventure #Digimon is a Fun Series #sparkle garbage #Koushirou Izumi #Taichi Yagami #I'm being.....purposefully vague for a reveal that is predictable and not well executed #anyway hope you're all staying safe and warm!!#shut up lala #ahh and there's some credit where credit's due at the bottom of the ao3 link ;3;

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girlmeetsliv3 · 4 years

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Tell Me A Story

Jeon Jungkook x Reader ; BTS x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,055

Release: April 10, 2020 @ 12 p.m.

Sypnosis: “I won’t read your fortune, but I will tell you a story. Though I must warn you, life does often imitate art.” All Jeon Jungkook wanted to know was if he’d pass his finals or not.

The neon sign illuminated the dark street, it’s purple hues reflecting off the wet cement and the walls around it. The usually empty streets lay bare on a Tuesday morning, he had checked the site multiple times to ensure that its closing time was three am. It was two forty-six am. Jungkook lifted his hand to ring the doorbell on the side of the door, waiting to be buzzed in. It would’ve been easier if he could just walk in, but he understood the precaution; this wasn’t exactly the nicest of neighborhoods. Jungkook waited, but there was no movement inside, so he pressed the doorbell again less certain this time.

Silently the door opened and Jungkook pulled on the handle to enter. The shop was dark, only a lamp in the corner providing light. Still, Jungkook could see the outline of bookshelves, crystals, and what even looked like a bar in the corner.

“Whoever you are. You’re being recorded, just so you know.” A voice rang out from the back, causing Jungkook to jump in fright. He glanced around for cameras but couldn’t find any, nor could he spot the woman so he simply spoke. “I’m here to see the fortune teller?” It was less of a statement and more of a question. Jungkook heard footsteps before he saw her, a middle-aged woman dressed in typical bohemian attire. Despite being almost a head shorter, she was intimidating.

“There is no fortune teller, child. Just a storyteller. Do you want me to tell you a story?” She raised an eyebrow at him. Jungkook would’ve rolled his eyes, but that was impolite so he merely scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, I just want to know if I’m going to pass my finals. My friend Yoongi recommended me to come.” If this was a waste of time Yoongi was going to hear it. Truth be told though, the elder probably didn’t expect Jungkook to show up in the middle of the night hours before his exams began.

“All I can do is tell you a story child, in that story, there may be truths and there may be lies. I told your friend Yoongi a story once, look at where he is now.” Yoongi had come to this woman asking if he would achieve greatness, now he’d started his own studio and was a rising artist. “Alright, how much for a story?” Jungkook didn’t have much money, but he knew that these things could get expensive. Jungkook was skeptical, but a little reassurance wouldn’t hurt. He hoped to get a placebo effect from this experience: if he was told he would pass the test, his brain wouldn’t fail him and he’d pass.

“Twenty dollars and a pearl bracelet with a red string connecting it.”

Jungkook frowned, “I don’t have a pearl bracelet.” Where the fuck am I supposed to get that from? The woman smiled knowingly, “Bring it to me when you have it. Don’t worry, I take my payment in installments.”

This whole thing was unsettling, but Jungkook was here and there was no point in leaving now. “Sure.” He spoke, digging into his pockets to pull out his wallet, where he handed two ten-dollar bills. “Ah, two tens instead of a twenty. I like that.” Jungkook didn’t ask her to elaborate, merely biting the inside of his cheek as she examined them. The woman turned around and headed towards the back of the room, Jungkook following her in suit. Truth be told, he had expected a crystal ball and more stereotypical things like that. However, it was an office that she led him to. Filled with shelves upon shelves of what looked like manuscripts, they took up almost the entirety of the room. There was a small desk with some paper, a pen, and what looked to be a wooden box next to it.

“Please sit.” She gestured towards a small stool in the center of the room. Once Jungkook had accommodated himself, she smiled. “Now, tell me your name and follow that up by saying: tell me a story.” Jungkook nodded, a small feeling of unease settling into his stomach. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up, when he noticed the woman’s eyes seemed to glow.

“My name is Jeon Jungkook and I want you to tell me a story.”

“You will get some good news and meet someone new to share the excitement with.” Jungkook was late. Extremely late as he rushed through the university campus trying to reach his class. He had been an idiot to think he could nap before his exams, now he was running late. Jungkook hoped all the seats weren’t taken because then he was screwed, normally Jungkook took pride in his appearance but now that was the least of concern. He’d thrown on a random pair of joggers and a random long-sleeved shirt. He’d barely had time to slip on his boots. When he saw the door, he breathed a sigh of relief bolting towards it. The professor threw a glare at him but went back to his computer as Jungkook looked for an empty spot. It seemed all hope was lost: all of the seats were taken when from his peripheral he saw something moving. Jungkook made eye contact with a random girl who gestured towards the seat next to her - the empty seat. Jungkook skipped up the steps and took the seat, thankful an exam was already on it. He searched around his pockets for the spare pencil he always kept but wasn’t able to find it. Thankfully one appeared on his desk, Jungkook turned to look at the girl next to him. ‘Thanks’ he mouthed, the girl shrugged but smiled at him. Then he focused on the test in front of him. Jungkook waited outside the exam hall for the girl to step out, he had been waiting for around twenty-minutes but he figured he should return her pencil and thank her. If it weren’t for her Jungkook would’ve been screwed. The door opened once again and she came out, making eye contact with Jungkook. “Hi.” Her voice was sweet, velvety in nature. Jungkook found he rather liked it, “I just wanted to say thanks for saving me a seat and for the pencil. Um, how can I repay you?” The girl shook her head, “It was no big deal. I figured someone would be late and it’s just a pencil.” She was downplaying what she’d done, probably due to nerves as Jungkook could see how red her ears had gotten. “What’s your name?” “YN. Yours?” “Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” YN went to walk away, but something inside Jungkook longed for her to stay. Before she could walk away fully, Jungkook gripped her wrist. YN looked back at him a bit startled as Jungkook struggled to form words. “My friends and I are going out for drinks tonight to celebrate the end of finals. Want to come?” He felt like an idiot, probably looked like one too. He barely knew the girl and he’d just invited her out to drinks with his hyungs. Whom would probably tease him the whole night. God, Jungkook hated himself, why couldn’t he be normal for once?! “Sure, what time?” Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

“It will seem like fate intertwined with how well you get along. Maybe you get along a little too well.”

Jungkook hadn’t expected YN to show up at the bar, but when his phone dinged as his hyungs laughed at some inside joke, his face lit up.

YN: I’m outside.

Jungkook squeezed out of the booth and went over to greet you as the men teased him with ‘aws’ and ‘oohs.’ From the second he’d informed them of the addition to their party, Jungkook had been teased relentlessly. Especially Seokjin who scolded him for ‘not taking his new girlfriend on a proper date,’ YN wasn’t his girlfriend. Though for some reason Jungkook hadn’t been able to stop smiling when he read the text. YN stood right outside the restaurant seeming a little hesitant and glancing at her phone nonstop, as she peered around those entering and exiting the establishment. She was dressed casually in a light denim jacket, a red blouse, and some nice jeans. It occurred then to Jungkook he hadn’t specified an attire for tonight, but she seemed to know just what to wear. Finally, their eyes met and he smiled, walking outside to meet her.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” A warm smile adorned her cheeks and Jungkook noticed that even in the dim lighting her eyes seemed to glow. YN looked down, “I hope I’m not intruding.” She was clearly nervous, even Jungkook didn’t understand why she’d accepted his invitation. Granted he didn’t know why he’d invited her in the first place. “Don’t worry you could never intrude.” That seemed to calm her down, for she nodded as a rosy hue spread across her cheeks. “Let’s go inside.”

YN fit in like a glove. It seemed his hyungs adored her immediately and she fit into the group dynamic. Jungkook didn’t miss the way their eyes lingered on her for just a second too long, or how they cracked a smile whenever she did. He couldn’t blame them though, for he was guilty of the same thing. Except he was much more reckless about it than they were. Perhaps, it was the liquid confidence but Jungkook found himself leaning into her more. Often whispering jokes in her ear, that had her laughing just a bit too loud. Sometimes she would retort with a witty comeback which would result in both of them laughing. Everything was going great.

“So YN did you pass your exams?” Seokjin asked, around the time the second batch of appetizers rolled around.

YN nodded, “Yeah, thankfully. Did you?” Her attention had turned to Jungkook and his pride swelled up a bit at that. It took a slight shove from Taehyung to realize he hadn’t replied yet, “Uh yeah. All thanks to you honestly.” She simply waved him off, dipping into the fries again.

The night had drawn to an end, everyone trying to sober up as their rides were ordered. Jungkook felt a cold chill as something tugged on his sleeve, “Hey,” he turned to see YN looking at him. “Thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun.” Jungkook’s discomfort turned into giddiness, “I’m glad you could make it. Hopefully, you could join us again?” He was being hopeful, but things were working in his favor today; why not push his luck? YN nodded, “Yeah. That’d be great.” Out of his peripheral Jungkook saw Yoongi coming back from his smoke break, only the three of them remaining once everyone had hitched a ride.

“Anyway I’m going to go. Have a fun night guys.” Yoongi said, pulling out his phone to see his uber was close. That reminded Jungkook “Oh um, where do you live? I’ll order you an uber.” It was the least he could do, plus that way he knew you’d be safe. YN shook her head, “No that’s okay. I live by the Hills which is quite far.” Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

Yoongi propped up, “Oh. I live by there too. Hills near Cheshire?”

“Yeah, the weird old bookstore?” YN’s entire attention was now focused on Yoongi instead of Jungkook.

“I live right in front. I could ride with you.” Jungkook’s eyes moved between the two of them, watching the exchange. “You don’t mind do you Jungkook?” It was Yoongi, who’d asked but now both their focuses were on him. Jungkook shrugged, “Not at all. Just, um, text me when you get home.” YN agreed, smiling at him. Soon enough the two of them were pulling into an Uber as YN waved him goodbye.

“You might find yourself feeling gifted and blessed. What you feel will be uncontrollable.”

It had been months since YN had joined their entourage as she called it. Their group chat titled ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’ had come about during a viewing of the film. One where YN expressed her dislike of the film; so it had stuck. Jungkook found himself laughing over every interaction she had with them and smiling at the ones she had with him. She was the nicest to him and the meanest to Yoongi. Jungkook took it that something had happened in that Uber ride for them not to get along. He didn’t dwell on it too much though, it wasn’t any of his business. A notification from his phone went off.

YN: We’re still on for tomorrow, right?

Taehyung: Sorry, Jimin and I are busy. Something came up at work.

Jimin: Maybe, next time?

Seokjin: Yeah, I can’t either because I have to fix the mess those two created.

Yoongi: I’m down.

Namjoon: Sorry, I have to stop Seokjin from killing Taehyung and Jimin.

Jungkook almost jumped from his bed with glee, when he read the texts. It had been so long since YN and he were alone, well Yoongi would be there but he wasn’t too concerned about his hyung. Jungkook texted back as quickly as he could, confirming his presence. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

The beach boardwalk was practically empty with a few couples strolling around and the typical merchant stands. Jungkook walked to YN’s left, whilst Yoongi was to her right. No words were spoken between them as they merely observed the scenery and took in the calming scent of the ocean. Jungkook had tried to arrive early to spend more time with YN alone, but by the time he’d arrive Yoongi was already there. The hyung had greeted him and had even bought Jungkook his favorite drink so there wasn’t much to complain about. YN looked more beautiful than she ever had today, the sun’s rays hit her face just perfectly and the red summer dress she wore hugged her figure nicely. Jungkook knew that his feelings for her grew by the second, he also noted that it wasn’t entirely normal for him to feel this way but Jungkook couldn’t control himself.

As he gazed out into the beach, it dawned on him that watching the sunset by the beach would be super romantic. Yoongi and YN were busy staring at a merchant’s display so Jungkook said he’d be right back. Darting off to find the perfect spot. Eventually, he discovered the lifeguard’s tower was closed and figured that place was as good as any to watch the sunset.

Jungkook waited a couple of minutes until Yoongi and YN showed up, but they were a no show. He walked around the lifeguard station trying to see if he could catch sight of them, but the boardwalk was quite a distance away so it made it difficult to tell. A couple more minutes and Jungkook was getting irritated, at this rate they would miss the sunset. Finally, he dug his phone out and called YN surprised when he heard the ring near him. YN and Yoongi were coming up the stairs with smiles on their faces and a hint of something on their cheeks.

“Hey, I thought we lost you.” YN spoke, taking a seat next to him. Her thighs brushing against his momentarily.

“Yeah, Kookie. You ran off like a little kid.” YN seemed to find Yoongi’s teasing funny, for she laughed before tugging a hair behind her ear. Something caught Jungkook’s attention just then, “That’s a really pretty bracelet, YN.” Jungkook hoped the compliment could draw her attention back to him. YN only smiled, though there was an unspoken about it. “It is pretty isn’t it.” Jungkook missed the way Yoongi’s cheeks flushed, all he could focus on was the way YN looked at him in that moment. It made him feel warm. Happy. Loved.

“Do remember though child, fate can be a cruel thing. Not everything is as it seems.”

Today was the day, Jungkook had been waiting for this day for months. Finally, he strung up the courage to confess to YN how he’d been feeling. It had taken a bit of convincing from his side, but YN had finally agreed to meet him alone for a lunch date. She’d recently been spending less and less time with the group and more time with Yoongi. Jungkook had overheard Jimin joking about her being Yoongi’s personal secretary. He felt bad for her though, knowing Yoongi was probably overworking her. Still, she’d agreed to see him as long as it was somewhere near the studio. YN could never truly say no to him, it was one of the reasons why he loved her.

The cafe was a bit strange with its purple aesthetic making it look more like a bar than a coffee house, but Jungkook didn’t dwell on it too much. From outside the window, he could see YN approaching. She was always beautiful, but Jungkook wanted to engrain this image of her in his head. This was the moment they would tell their kids about, the moment they would look back on fondly when they were grey and old. This was it.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, but I don’t feel the same.” Truth be told, her words hadn’t stuck yet. Jungkook was too focused on her sympathetic smile, the way her hands cradled his gently. Too absorbed on the golden aura around her to realize she had just broken his heart. “What?” This didn’t make any sense, they were perfect for each other. They had spent practically everyday talking and knew everything about each other. So why didn’t she feel the same? Didn’t she see what he saw?

“As much as you love her. As much you want her, she will not be yours.”

“Plus you know I’m dating Yoongi.” Jungkook felt his heart stop, he felt dizzy and he struggled to catch a breath. Dating Yoongi? Since when had she -

In a cruel twist of fate, Jungkook suddenly remembered how Yoongi had taken her home that night, how much they teased each other, how much time they’d spent together. YN released his hand and combed her hair back, her sleeve lowering enough for Jungkook to see a bracelet. A pearl bracelet with a red string connecting them. The same pearl bracelet that served as payment. That fucking wench. The old woman had played him, Jungkook had forgotten everything about that night but it all came rushing back to him now. How had he forgotten? Why? Suddenly YN’s phone rang, she reached into her back pocket to retrieve it, her eyes lit up when she saw the caller and Jungkook knew who it was then.

“Sorry, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, the pitying glance she shot Jungkook was enough to break his heart thousand times over. YN’s eyes widened, her lips spreading out into a grin. “No way. I’m so proud of you babe! Yeah, I’m coming over, right now.” She started to pick up her stuff before looking back at Jungkook, the man before her frozen. YN reached out and caressed his cheek gently, “I’m sorry Kookie. I love you, I do, just not in that way.” Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to speak, he felt when he did sobs would come out instead and that would be embarrassing. YN kept on gently brushing her thumb back and forth, for a moment Jungkook wanted to pretend it was for affection and not compassion.

“We’ll have drinks tonight to celebrate Yoongi, please come. I know you may not want to see me, but it would mean a lot to Yoongi. Please Jungkook.” There were tears in her eyes, an inner turmoil. She wanted to stay - he could see it - as her phone rang again she stood up and walked away: choosing Yoongi. YN would always choose Yoongi over him.

The shop was empty once again despite it being normal business hours. Truth be told, Jungkook wouldn’t have cared if there was a crowd of people inside he needed to speak with her. He’d been buzzed in and went straight towards the back, knocking out the closed door to her office. She wasn’t there, unfortunately. As his eyes swept the office space, Jungkook spotted an open journal on her desk when he approached he saw his name printed on the top, what he’d wanted, and the cost. His eyes scanned through the contents of the page, the rage was bubbling under his skin and it was only a matter before he erupted.

“Ah, you’re back. Do you have my payment?”

The woman was dressed in her rags once again, but she seemed more disheveled. A weathered look in her eyes and dark circles that weren’t present before. Before Jungkook could open his mouth to throw expletives her way, the woman continued. “You don’t, but your friend's payment is complete. Good, I was starting to wonder how much longer it would take.” The woman walked towards one of the shelves behind Jungkook and pulled out one of the manuscripts, or what Jungkook had thought were manuscripts anyway and flipped to the middle.

She pulled out a pen before signing the page, “Good for him. Got more out of it than was originally promised. Now there’s a smart man.” Jungkook blinked several times as the words the woman spoke dawned on him. Tentatively he asked, “What was Yoongi’s payment?” If Jungkook had been brimming with rage before, now he had exploded and didn’t care for the consequences.

“A broken heart.”

“Once that happens I warn you to be wise. For those who attempt to burn down a tree…”

Jungkook broke down the door of Yoongi’s studio, much to the surprise of YN and Yoongi who’d been making out before he entered. “Jungkook, what’s wrong with you?!” YN had moved off her boyfriend, who she’d been straddling before. All Jungkook saw was red as he grabbed Yoongi by the collar and pinned him to the wall, hand tightening around his neck. There was something about the way Yoongi looked at him: a mixture of shock and understanding, rage, and regret. It only made Jungkook want to hurt him more. “Why did you do it, huh? What did you have to gain?” But he knew the answer, even if Yoongi hadn’t said it. Yoongi had told him long ago, he’d gone to see if he would be successful and here he was in his own studio, top of the charts, with a girlfriend by his side.

“Jungkook, please. You don’t understand.” He was begging, Jungkook found it pathetic. YN tried to pull him off Yoongi, “Please Jungkook stop. You’re hurting him.” Jungkook had failed to notice how pale Yoongi had gotten, how much he was struggling for breath. All he could focus was on how much Yoongi had hurt him, how YN had hurt him, all for fucking ‘success.’ When she couldn’t pry Jungkook off him, YN began to scream for security, and Jungkook in his rage pushed her off him - practically throwing her across the room.

“...may accidentally set fire to the entire forest.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, “YN! YN!” With all the strength he had left, Yoongi shoved Jungkook off him and dropped to his knees. In that second, security burst through the doors and tackled Jungkook to the ground where he came face to face with the growing pool of blood and YN’s body. Yoongi was screaming at them to call an ambulance as he cradled his lover’s head in his arms, tears rolling down his face. As Jungkook was pressed to the ground something glimmered that caught his eyes, just beyond reach lay the pearl bracelet it had slipped off YN’s wrist when she fell. When Jungkook was pulled off the ground by the security guards, he reached out and grabbed the bracelet holding it tight in his hands - afraid to let go.

Distantly Jungkook picked up on the sound of an ambulance and he heard the sound of paramedics yelling as the security pulled him away from the room. The image of YN laying there forever ingrained in his mind.

“There’s your story. Good luck on your finals, Jeon Jungkook.”

[TO BE CONTINUED…]

Afterword: Second part of the Secret Bunny 2020 exchange. @thebiasrekkers Hope you guys like it. I enjoyed writing this story so much that I’m planning on making it a three part series with Yoongi and later YN’s pov. Let me know what you think.

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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Year of the Rabbit — Five: Peripheral

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 2.4k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 5 / 7

Previous — Next

Jungkook straightens his back. The resolve on his face settles into a firm decision. He takes a long swing from his soju, emptying the bottle, and turns towards you.

"How do you suggest I go about doing that, then?"

"How do you mean?"

"You're a girl. How would you want someone to tell you that they were into you?"

"What, do you think every girl likes being asked out the same way?" At his dumbfounded expression, you scoff. "Aish, I don't speak 'girl,' Bunny. You know her. What would she like?" You tap the side of his head with your knuckles. "Use that brain."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shoves your hand away, and replies, "Just humor me, would you? Give me some ideas."

Unable to ignore his insistence, you huff out a breath and tilt your head slightly. "Well...if you're scared of face-to-face, maybe try over the phone?"

"Like a text?"

You shake your head vigorously, an unintended groan slipping out. "What? No, that's the worst idea ever! I was thinking more phone call confession. Those are cute."

A tiny smirk tugs on the corners of Jungkook's lips, and the sides of his eyes crinkle as you speak. "That's a kdrama cliche if I've ever heard one."

You grab one of the throw pillows and hold it up, eyes narrowing at your target. "Say it again, I dare you."

The brunet raises his hands in defense. "I didn't say it wasn't cute!"

"You wanted ideas, you get ideas." Lowering the throw pillow, you hold it to your chest and turn your eyes from his. "Don't take my word for it. Would she like that?"

"Maybe...it's worth a try, honestly."

"That's really not a great way to answer that, Kookie." Turning around so that you're sitting cross-legged in front of your companion, you place the pillow in your lap and gesture towards him. "So, if you wanna call her, now you need to decide when."

His eyes widen a bit, and a pink tint covers his cheeks. "After the Lunar New Year, maybe?"

"Why not now? Everyone's in a celebratory mood. Everyone's happy. This is the best damn time, and besides, you got me—your loyal wing-woman—here to help you."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "You're not seriously suggesting—"

"—Call her," you interrupt. "Right now."

The brunet's expression shifts from surprise to horror. "We don't even have service thanks to the storm!"

Pulling your cell from your pocket, you show your companion the three bars with a smug smile. "Storm's passed, Bunny. Call her."

"No way."

You grip the edge of the pillow and lean forward "Why not! I helped you ask out that girl in tenth grade. You were a chicken then, like, even more so than now. I can guide you through this."

Your best friend shakes his head as he pulls himself to his feet. Shuffling away from you, back towards the makeshift kitchen in front of the bakery, he replies, "Not gonna happen, [Y/n]."

You pick yourself off the ground and follow him. "Seriously, though. Why not? How long have you been wanting to ask this girl out? A while, yeah? Take it from me: waiting only makes it harder."

Jungkook begins to clean up the makeshift kitchen, keeping his hands busy on that task and he murmurs a soft reply. "I'd rather do it on my own time. Nothing against you, I just..."

Seeing his obvious discomfort, and realizing that he's not going to change his mind, you relent and let your next argument fall away. You grab a reusable grocery bag from the shelf by the registers and return to help him put things away. Jungkook's gaze flickers up to yours, clearly taken back by your silence.

"That's it?" he asks. "You're not going to push it anymore?"

"No, no," you reply, giving a dismissive wave of your hand. "You wanna do it on your own time, that's okay. I won't force you."

"Then why do you sound so salty about it?"

Tilting your head to the side, you blow a piece of hair out of your eyes. "'Cause I'm always salty?"

Jungkook snickers at your retort, showing his agreement through his lack of comeback.

The following minutes of cleanup are silent. The two of you enjoy each other's company as you put the ingredients into the bag, clean the cooking equipment and pans, and fix the mess around the cooking area. As you retrieve the dishes from the cubby area in front of the window, Jungkook counts out the amount of money owed to the store. Plus an extra tip to account for the mess and disturbance for the evening. You've known the owner for some time, and you highly doubt he'd mind given the circumstances, but seeing Jungkook go out of his way to make things right gives you a sense of pride.

And the little whisper of curiosity perks up again at the thought of who he might be pining after. It had better be someone worthy of him. You're protective of all your friends, but none more than your best friend. It twists your stomach in knots to think about him going through another heartbreak.

But what if this girl really is the one for him? You've never known him to be secretive. If she means this much to him, and he's too shy to talk about her, she's worth asking about.

Again.

You slip behind him at the register, standing up on your tip-toes to whisper, "Although, if you had asked her out already, you'd be at her apartment getting some right now instead of freezing your ass off here with me—"

The brunet groans loudly, caught off-guard by your sudden appearance, and tosses the bills onto the counter. "—Fucking knew you wouldn't let it go."

"I'm just sayin'! Year of the Rabbit could've started off with a bang for the Gym Bunny."

He turns on his heel, staring you down with an unamused expression and cocked eyebrow. "You realize I'm not even born the Year of the Rabbit, right? I'm Year of the Ox."

With a wave of your hand, you reply, "Ox, Rabbit, whatever. It's not even good luck for your birth year, anyway. Be glad it's not the Year of the Ox."

"At least I'm not Year of the Tiger, like you."

"Which explains my shitty year last year," you snide, referencing the prior year in the Chinese zodiac cycle. "Well, what's your girlfriend's zodiac then?"

Jungkook runs a hand through his dark, unruly locks as he turns his back to you. "Um...Rabbit."

"Oof, then maybe don't call her."

He moves across the room, scoops up the blanket from the flower shop, and shakes the crumbs of food from the interior. Eyes still averting yours, he returns, blanket in hand. Draping the scarlet fabric across your shoulders, you fall silent. All sarcasm and teasing instantly fades at the closeness. The gesture silences you; tattooed fingers are gentle and warm as they tighten the throw around you, brushing against your exposed neck.

"Wh—What was that for?" you murmur, voice suddenly softer in the neon light of the bakery.

Jungkook grins, and your heart drops into your stomach when his dimples take center-stage. "You looked cold."

"Oh...really? I feel fine."

A single inked finger caresses your cheek, leaving a trail of tingles and warmth in its wake. "Your cheeks are rosy." His voice is even quieter than yours, and for a brief moment, his gaze locks with yours.

Swallowing dryly, you cup your cheeks between your palms. "I feel warm."

He chuckles, "That's probably the soju, Flower Child."

You narrow your eyes as you stare up at him, keeping your vermilion cheeks covered. "You're trying to distract me, aren't you." It's more of an accusation than a question.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping his hands from the blanket's periphery. "You're really not gonna let this go, are you?"

"I'm just curious!" you exclaim, shaking yourself out of the stupor caused by his closeness. "Who's lucky enough to grab your attention?"

His eyes close for a brief moment. In the silence, you feel the heaviness return to the conversation. The air is uncomfortable, and you find yourself shuffling in place.

"After the holiday," he breathes, letting his attention move to the tile flooring below. "Maybe...Maybe—"

The sound of explosions and the sight of scarlet flares raining from the sky cuts his sentence off. You jump slightly, instinctively moving closer to him. Jungkook's hand reaches for yours, and when you glance up at him, you see his eyes glued to the windows that line the front of the supermarket.

When it happens a second time, he drags you towards the front, moving slow and cautious. The scarlet lights rain down from the sky again, and from your spot against the glass, you see the aftermath of multicolored firework displays.

Once you realize what the origin of the explosion is, a grin spreads across your face. Your fingers lace with Jungkook's, and you tug him towards the supply closet from where you came hours prior.

"C'mon!" you cheer. "The snow's stopped, and we gotta get a better view."

"Where?" your best friend inquires, though he allows you to tug him along behind you.

"The roof! Follow me, I think I can get to it from the attic!"

The Busan native follows you without question. Your hand in his, the pair of you trek across the supermarket, into the supplies closet, and back up the ladder into the attic space. You recall Yoongi telling you at one point that there was an entrance to the roof somewhere inside.

Upon entering the connecting space above the stores, you're met with the familiar chill and darkness. Jungkook utilizes the flashlight on his cellphone without you having to ask. Trudging along, you find the entrance to the roof in less than a minute. The door is small and hardly recognizable but thankfully unlocked.

Pushing through, you and your companion land on a long rooftop that gives a gorgeous view of downtown Seoul. The snow has stopped falling, and the storm has moved on in the direction of the Yellow Sea. Every rooftop, every building, every street is covered in white. But slowly, as if Itaewon-dong is awakening after a winter slumber, lights reappear. Flares, lanterns, fireworks: the city comes to life before your eyes. Hues of gold and scarlet contrast beautifully against the porcelain.

Another firework bounds into the air, originating from the hill near Namsan Tower. You tug on Jungkook's hand, nodding towards the edge of the building. "C'mon, let's get a closer look."

Leaning against the edge of the building, arms propped against the railing, you turn your gaze upwards as a third round of fireworks shower the sky with warm colors. Jungkook stands beside you, hand still over yours on the brick ledge. The temperature is still around freezing, but you hardly mind. But you have a sweatshirt and blanket wrapped around you, and your concern shifts to your best friend.

"Are you cold?" you ask, looking over at him.

His breath comes out in vague clouds, but he's smiling as he shakes his head. "Nope."

"Are you lying?"

"Maybe..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you shrug the blanket from your shoulders and drape it over him, covering his head and shoulders with ease. Jungkook tries to push it back into your grasp, but you give him a scowl and state, "Don't give me that, Gym Bunny. I have a sweatshirt. All you have is that jacket, and it's hardly meant for snow. I'm perfectly warm—"

To your surprise, Jungkook grabs the edges of the blanket in both hands, moves to stand behind you, and wraps his arms around your middle. The blanket acts as a cocoon of body heat as he sets his chin on your shoulder and pulls you back into him. "How about this, then?"

Stammering over your words, you try to hide your blush by turning back to focus on the fireworks. "Yeah, that works, I guess."

You can feel him smirking against your shoulder as Jungkook takes your affirmation as a signal to relax against you. He's fully aware at how his back-hugs shut you up, and he's completely willing to use them to his advantage.

"Happy New Year, [Y/n]," he murmurs after a few minutes of silence.

Tugging the blanket tighter around you both, a small smile slips onto your face. You've never been one to believe in Lunar New Year miracles, the ones your grandmother told you about when you were small, but with Jungkook this close to you, you can't help but stand in awe and wonder at the butterflies in your stomach.

"For what it's worth, you don't have to tell me anything," you add, trying to hide the tender and sensitive heart you're nurturing. "I know you'll share when you're ready, and I hope you didn't feel like I was pressuring you."

Jungkook shakes his head, chin brushing against your sweatshirt. "I never thought that."

"Oh? Good..." You heave a sigh. "Must be some girl."

"She is," he admits. "And it's not that I don't want to tell you. I just..."

Shaking your head, you reach your hand up and back to pat the top of his head without turning around. "You don't have to say anything. Let's...Let's just watch the fireworks, yeah?"

Jungkook doesn't respond verbally, but the way his arms tighten around your center lets you know he's heard you.

"Happy New Year, Jungkookie."

In that moment, under the fireworks, you conclude that it doesn't matter who this girl is. As long as you have him in your life—no matter the role—you're content. You can live with being best friends if it means he's happy. That means more to you than the feelings you push down, and you'll always put his joy above yours.

Because if there's one thing that Jungkook has always been, it's your closest friend, your partner in crime, your one constant thing. Ever since you two met, he's always been bunny smiles, shining eyes, and pure of heart. He's always been there, at the edge of your vision, peripheral and steadfast—like the fireworks exploding in the corners of your eyes.

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rainbowshawn · 4 years

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Summary: You were asleep when Shawn came home from tour so the two of you make up for lost time in the shower.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, language

Word Count: 4.2k

Rolling out of bed was the last thing you wanted to do while you had the man you loved back home for the first time in months, lying beside you. You eye the stray eyelash resting on his rosy cheek and his plump, slightly chapped lips. He has the sheet draped carelessly over his lower half, a result of his warm body temperature in the night. He looked so peaceful like this, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace his first morning back home by cuddling up to him, but the shower was calling your name. You figure you won’t want to do it later anyway. With a huff, you stretch and stumble out of the warm bed and into the luxurious bathroom.

After a long week at work, you had accidentally fallen asleep before Shawn got home from his tour. You had been telling him about your less than wonderful week over facetime and he decided he would skip some studio days and catch a last minute flight home to you. Despite your protests, he was dead set on his plan; wanting nothing more than to be home to baby you.

After your hellish day at work yesterday, you were in desperate need of a shower. You feel the soreness in your legs from being on your feet for hours as you walk towards the mirror. You blink in disbelief as you took in your messy figure in the reflection. Makeup was smudged underneath your eyes, accompanied by your tangled up hair. A small snort leaves your lips as you eye the purple mark on your neck that Shawn so kindly left you last night after he had woken you up when he stumbled into your room, tripping over a shoe.

You were only awake for a few moments, sharing some sweet, sleepy kisses with the beautiful boy you got to call yours before slipping back into blissful sleep. Shawn frowned down at your sleeping face for a moment and he contemplated bugging you until you woke back up, but he ultimately decided that you really needed the sleep. He just curled up to you and embraced the feeling of you in his arms for the first time in months.

Once you finish brushing through your matted hair, you strip your clothes off and make your way into the shower, starting it up for a minute so it could reach your desired temperature. While you wait, you decide to grab one of the makeup wipes you had stored in one of your drawers and wipe the excess mascara off of your eyes to avoid feeling the stinging of it getting in your eyes in the water.

The glass door slides shut behind you as you hop in the shower and you sigh as you step into the steaming hot water. You crane your neck back as you shut your sleepy eyes, embracing the new-found warmth in the water. You thread your fingers through your hair, making sure your unruly locks were all saturated before grabbing your shampoo bottle and squirting some into your palm.

You breathe in the soft scent as your fingers start to spread the sudsy liquid through your tresses. The sound of the shower was just loud enough for you to be oblivious of the sleepy boy stumbling into the bathroom. Shawn eyes your silhouette through the fogged up glass and bites back a groan as he stretches before sliding the glass door to the side and stepping in behind you.

You jump a bit at the sound of him slipping in and peek behind you, sighing in relief once you see his gorgeous face peering down at you with a sleepy grin.

“Baaabe,” you whine, still working the shampoo into your hair, “you scared me.”

Shawn hums behind you, stepping closer to you before moving his hands to rest on your shoulders. His hands feel cold against your hot skin and you hiss a bit as you adjust to his temperature. You sigh as his strong hands begin to rub your tight muscles and his lips ghost across your ear.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up,” he murmurs lowly in your ear, sending chills down your spine. His tone is still sleepy, but so damn sexy, and your stomach flutters at the sound. You bite your lip when you feel his lips start to work against your neck, sucking and nipping at your steamed skin.

His head pops up after a moment, taking notice to your still sudsy hair; and he shifts to start massaging your scalp himself. His fingertips slide tenderly through your wet locks and you hum at the sensation. He loves washing your hair for some reason; frequently begging to do it so you didn’t have to. Not that you ever put up much of a fight to that.

“M’sorry, I needed a shower” you whisper, tilting your head as he rubbed the nape of your neck, “Miss me?”

He wordlessly presses into you and you suddenly take notice to his painfully hard member pressing against your ass. Your head falls back against his shoulder with a gasp and his lips press against your damp cheek.

“What do you think?” he hums, teasingly.

You giggle bashfully, feeling the simmer from the blush creeping up your cheeks and bite at your lip as you lean into his embrace.

“Don’t like waking up without you next to me,” he murmurs into your ear before moving your body to stand under the stream of water and running his fingers through your hair to rinse the suds out.

“No?”

“Mm mm,” he shakes his head, gazing down at you with nothing but adoration swimming in them. “Especially not when it’s my first morning home.”

Your lip sneaks back between your teeth under his intense stare. His honey pot eyes are soft but somehow lustful. He wants to fall to his knees at the sight of your slick skin glistening in the light. Hungry eyes scan your delicate features before moving down to admire your body under the water. You gaze back, observing the water dripping from that one stubborn curl that always hung in front of his pretty face. His cheekbones are accentuated in the early morning light and his lean torso looks as tempting as ever. Your eyes drift lower, making your breath hitch as you admire his hard member standing at attention.

Subconscious hands move to ghost over his toned abdomen and your mouth drops open when his strong hands grip your hips and tug you into his firm body. His head drops to lean your foreheads together and you feel his lips tease yours.

“Now where’s my good morning kiss?” he whispers, toying with you.

You’re eager to give it to him, easily giving in to his plump, pink lips. The kiss is hungry, a burning passion igniting between you. His large hands trail greedily down to your ass, squeezing firmly. His member is pressed into your tummy and your small hand moves to graze against it. He nips at your bottom lip a bit, groaning at the contact in a feeble attempt to center himself.

Your hand wraps around him, beginning to pump teasingly slow before he turns and backs you up, pressing your back into the cold tile wall. A hiss escapes from your teeth as you adjust to the frigid temperature. His hands snake up your back, bringing warmth back into your skin and you moan against his lips.

“So fucking sexy,” he grunts as he moves down to nip at your neck, just below your ear. “Need you, lovey,”

Shawn’s hands graze up your sides quickly before landing on your tits. He palms you greedily before rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers. A groan tumbles from your lips at his teasing and your chest pushes out against him. His sloppy kisses trail lower and lower until his mouth latches onto your right nipple.

He sucks lightly, pulling sighs from you before letting it pop out of his mouth and moving to the other side. Your fingers tangle in his wet locks and tug as his hand trails to wrap your leg around his hip. His lips reconnect with yours, swallowing the gasp that leaves them as his long fingers trail your slit.

“This okay?” he searches for your consent, ghosting his fingertips across your heat.

“Mhmmm,” you whine, squirming under his stimulating touch.

“So fucking wet and I haven’t even gotten started with you,”

Shawn’s fingers dip just a little further inside, gathering your wetness on the tips of his fingers before swirling them over your swollen nub. Your whimpers escape your mouth haphazardly and he grins against your lips.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispers coyly in your ear, adding more pressure against your core. Your knees wobble a bit as your breath hitches in your lungs. Shawn wraps a strong arm around you, holding you in place, “I got you, love,”

Your heart thumps in your chest and you breathe deeply as you stare into his warm eyes that somehow look darker in this heated moment. His eyes fall to your swollen bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and his mind wanders off to devious places. He thinks of those pretty lips wrapped around him and he feels his aching cock twitch against you. A giggle escapes your chest when you take notice of his drifting mind and you shift to wrap your small hand around him once again.

You balance on the ball of your foot as his fingers work against you. Shawn’s mouth drops open slightly at the feeling of your small hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft and a faint whimper escapes his lips.

Electricity is pumping through your limbs and you feel a lustful daze overwhelm your body as Shawn swirls his fingers directly on your sensitive nub. A gasp leaves your chest as he takes you by surprise, slipping two fingers inside of your dripping heat.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, gripping onto his waist for stability.

Shawn feels his member throb against your stomach but he’s far too wrapped up in your pleasure to care. All he wants is to please you; to remind you that the wait is worth it. He plans on making up for every single second he was gone.

“Gotta stretch my little love out,” he murmurs seductively into your ear, pumping you until he’s knuckles deep, “been a minute since you’ve taken my cock, hm?”

“Fuck, Shawn,” you whimper, biting down onto his shoulder, “please.”

“M’gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna make you cum all over me.”

Your knees wobble as his fingers dig into your spongy spot. Your whimpers are muffled into the crook of his neck and a shiver runs down his spine as he feels your shaking breath dance across his wet skin. A steady thump occupies your chest as you take ragged breaths in. Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back as you approach your blissful high.

“I can feel you getting tighter baby love,” he whispers, pressing sloppy kisses down your cheek and neck, “You close?”

“Mhm,” you whine, staring up at him with teary eyes.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he grunts, slipping his fingers out of you. You whimper at the empty feeling and your core throbs around nothing. He feels bad for edging you but he’s beyond eager to feel you after months of being gone.

“Fuck, Shawn p-please just give it to me,” you whisper tugging his hips closer to yours.

His grip on your leg tightens as his other hand takes hold of his aching length. He brushes it up and down your soaked heat, making sure you’re wet enough so he can slip in without hurting you. Once his cock is wet enough, he slips inside of you with a little pop.

You gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes as you feel the burning stretch of him sinking inside of you. You whimper for a moment, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

“I know, honey, he soothes, “not used to it anymore, hm? M’not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

You know he wouldn’t. Every action reminded you of that.

Shawn’s fingertips brush a stray strand of wet hair behind your ear, blushing at the sight of your beautiful face. His mind goes blank, forgetting the rest of the world as he takes in this moment with you. His heart thrums in his chest at the thought of being the one to make you feel this good.

His daydream is interrupted when you wiggle a bit, silently giving him the ‘ok’ to move. He eases out of you slowly before sinking back in with a snap. You yelp as you feel him bottom out deep inside of your core. Every inch of him is buried inside of you and you’re shocked he hasn’t broken you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you gasp as he starts to pick up his pace, snapping his hips into yours.

He practically chews off his lip holding back choked groans as he feels your velvety walls tug him. Your slickness slides down his cock, dripping from his balls onto the wet tile floor. You’re so wet he’s almost having a hard time staying inside of you.

He fits perfectly inside of you, hitting every sensitive spot your body has. You feel perfect around him, warm and sopping. His mind stumbles to think straight, completely zoned in on your bliss. He lost in you and he doesn’t want to be found.

“Fucking christ,” he groans, holding you by your hips, “You’re so fucking tight around me, kitten. I barely even fit.”

No words seem to leave your lips, just incoherent blabbering as his pace quickens. You feel him deep in your core and you throb around him. Your nails dig little crescent moons into his skin, marking his back up. In return his teeth sink into the skin dressing your neck, sucking and leaving little patchy marks.

“You’re so fucking big Shawn, holy fuck,” you whimper and hang on tight to his figure. You’re in disbelief at his size every time you fuck after some time away from each other. You felt so full; so stuffed.

“What, did that pretty little pussy forget how to take my cock while I was gone?” he teases, beginning to draw circles on your clit as he feels you getting closer to the edge again.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, suddenly overwhelmed with the stimulation, “Don’t fucking stop.”

Your body shakes against the wall as your body coils and snaps suddenly, cumming all over his length. You moans have turned to little screams as you swim through your bliss. Huffs escape your chest and Shawn watches in wonder, feeling you throb tightly around him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he whispers sweet words of endearment into your ear, pumping you through your intense high. “Missed this so much.”

Your senses are on overdrive, turning your brain to static. Your pulse pounds through your veins and you take deep breaths as you come

down from your high.

“Love you,” he smacks against your neck, kissing little stamps of love into your skin.

“Love you so much,” you blurt out with your eyes still screwed shut.

He gives you a moment to calm down, rubbing your sides soothingly. He continues to press kisses to your face before speaking softly,

“Think I can get you in bed? M’not done with you yet.”

And neither are you.

He shifts, turning the water off and opening the glass door of the shower. A small snack lands on your ass and you jump before stumbling out of the shower. He beats you to the towel rack, pulling the white cloth from the wall and draping it around your now shivering body. His hands move the towel around, soaking up the excess water dripping from your skin. Your bottom lip slots between your teeth as he crouches down and rubs the towel up and down your thighs, taking his time where he knows your skin is extra sensitive.

Once he pats you dry, his eyes catch yours and you watch as he leans in to press a kiss to your mound. You giggle and he smiles softly before raising himself back up to his feet. He wraps the towel around your soaking wet hair and squeezes some moisture out before tapping your bum and pointing to your bedroom.

He’s hot on your trail as you wobble over to the bed and once you’re at the edge, you spin to face him. He chuckles as your hands graze over his strong chest and he shoves you down gently, making you fall back onto the plush bed. You pull your knees up to your chest, keeping them tight together and wiggling back and forth on the bed while you giggle up at him.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, princess.” he murmurs, watching your every move with his hungry eyes.

Shawn feels his member ache at the sight of you spreading yourself open for him. His eyes trail up your slit, taking note of just how wet you really were. He really missed this.

He kneels at the edge of the bed and slowly crawls up your body, keeping his eyes focused on yours as he kisses up your thighs. You feel like prey underneath it’s predator's gaze and your pulse quickens. He watches your stomach clench as he gets closer and closer to your aching center.

“Just need a little taste,” he whispers, ghosting his lips across your slit. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his tongue poke out and trail up your core. He swirls it around your sensitive nub momentarily before sucking it up between his lips and releasing you with a quiet pop. He moans at the taste of you, wanting to absolutely devour all you had to offer him. But the aching in his member was proving to be rather distracting.

He presses a few more wet kisses to your center, watching as you writhe underneath him. Your head is tossed back in ecstasy and you’re so far gone you don’t even notice him trailing kisses back up to your lips.

“Gonna take me like a good girl?” he murmurs, lowering his weight onto you.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes still closed as his lips work against your neck.

Your fingers tangle in his curls as you feel him line himself up with you, rubbing his tip up and down your wet slit before sinking back inside. You whine momentarily as your tummy cramps, still tight after your first orgasm.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” he whispers, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. He gives you a moment to adjust once again before picking up his pace again.

Your legs are settled around his torso, holding him to your body. The two of you are occupied in a kiss, searing and passionate as he rocks in and out of you, rhythmically. The feeling of his weight on top of you is comforting and his body seeps warmth into yours. The push and pull of his length inside of you stirs butterflies in your tummy.

“Missed you so fuckin much, angel,” he whispers quickly, huffing out the words, “Don’t ever wanna go that long without you again.”

You cup his face, looking longingly into his hazel eyes and watching his curls bounce in front of his forehead. Your thumbs swipe across his rosy cheeks as you eye the beads of sweat rolling down his face.

“Love you so much, Shawny,” you whisper, bouncing on the bed as he collides into you.

“Love you more, princess,” he replies as he presses a sloppy kiss your lips before nuzzling his face into your neck and picking up speed.

Your body bounces on the bed from the force of his hips meeting yours, making your core meet his deep thrusts.

“This pussy was fuckin made for me,” he grunts; overwhelmed by your tight walls clenching on him.

He leans up, resting back on his heels as he presses your ankles apart, spreading you nice and wide for him. You moan loudly as he thrusts back in, impossibly deeper.

“God, you’re so fucking deep like this,” you whine, feeling every inch of his aching member slamming into you.

He feels himself twitch inside of you, divulging in the sight of your core wrapped around him. Memorizing what it feels like to store it away for a lonely tour night. A night when all he needed to de-stress was to be in you.

Your eyes screw shut and you drape your arm over your face as he pounds into you, effectively hiding from him. His hand moves to grab ahold of your jaw and move your head to face him.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, “Wanna see that beautiful face I missed so much.”

You blush under his loving gaze and tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you realize how deeply his affection runs for you. His love is patient; waiting weeks just to be with you. Never getting frustrated with your ever-changing moods. Never pushing you to do anything you don’t want. His love is kind; always being present and supportive, no matter the occasion or endeavor. Always giving you the assurance and reminders you need. His love for you runs to the deepest pit of his soul. It never falters.

“So good for me, lovey,” he whispers, beginning to rub your sensitive clit.

His fingers swirled against your nub, silently urging you closer to the edge for the second time this morning. Your walls instantly clench under his touch, squeezing him even tighter as he thrusts into you. The noises dripping from your mouth are sinful, bordering on unintelligible as your body shakes under him.

“Missed being in my girl. You feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my big cock,” his hips quicken, ruthlessly slamming into you, “always take me so well.”

“S-Shawn I’m gonna cum,” you whine, grabbing onto him and pulling him to lean over you. Your arms wrap around his neck and your hands settle into his wet chocolate locks and tug as he digs deep inside of you. Your head spins as you feel your body winding up again.

“Hold it.” he asserts while continuing his brutal assault on your sensitive body.

“I can’t Shawn, please,” you beg, feeling the familiar build in your tummy.

“You can and you will.”

You whimper loudly, squirming underneath him as you grab at the bedsheets aimlessly. His calloused fingers rub at your slick nub and you clench down on his length even harder, trying to get him to cum with you.

His neck rolls as a deep moan rolls out of his pretty mouth.

“Ohhh my fucking god,” you whine, tugging on his hair so hard you’re sure you ripped some of it out.

His hips snap even harder, driving into you fervently. His fingers swirl around for another moment before he’s grunting, “Cum baby girl, cum for me.”

You scream out his name, digging your nails into his back as he rides out your euphoric highs. You see white as you throb around him, feeling him spurt his cum deep inside of you.

His jaw is slack, eyebrows knitted together as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He pulls out after a few moments of bliss before sinking back inside with a sharp thrust; pushing his cum in deeper.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” he mumbles aimlessly as he lays on top of you, body completely worn out.

He props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to pepper kisses to your sweaty face. You giggle as he hums against your face, kissing you as many times as he possibly can. Little bits of love are left behind in his lips trail. Your smile only grows as he goes on.

“Missed you more than you know,” he whispers between kisses.

“Mmm not as much as I missed you,” you reply, petting his hair with your shaking hands.

“Not possible,” he mumbles into your neck where he had nuzzled into.

His weight was comfortable on top of you and you laid in silence for a few moments before you picked up the conversation again.

“Sorry I was asleep when you got home, I was excited to see you,” you whisper, feeling disappointed with yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, lovey. You had a long week,” he shifts up to look at you, brushing the stray hairs off your face, “I was just happy to be in the same bed as you again.”

You smile, humming as he pecks your lips.

“Now, I get you all to myself,” you giggle excitedly, pinching his rosy cheeks.

“All yours. Always.” he whispers, staring down at you with an introspective, loving gaze.

“All mine.”

You stare into his sweet eyes only for a moment before he flips you over unexpectedly, making a yelp jump from your lips.

“That was great and all,” he hums, pulling your face down to his as you straddle him, “but I think we still have a few months of kisses to make up for.”

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