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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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Maid dress

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: I had this thought just as I was going to sleep, lol.

"Wait, what?!" (Y/n) gasped as law presented her with a paper bag

"Come on babe~" law whined(teased) at (y/n) while pushing the bag into her hands, "just this 'once' please?"

She huffed, it's not always he asks (y/n) to wear things but when he does...

Let's just say they were quite... Peculiar.

Specifically, he liked costumes where (y/n) has to call him by authority; like captain, sir, or master.

She pout at him while glaring.

The costumes were... Let's say a bit...

Eh?

Like a black bunny outfit (along with the tail and ears), the overly sexualised cat outfit, a tight nurse's outfit...

There was even a time where he just gave her a collar or a lipgloss and said that was all she was gonna wear.

And tonight was no exception.

"Please, wear it for me?" He asked, putting on the face they both knew (y/n) couldn't say "no" to.

She just sighed, "fine! Then after this, you better let me have some ice cream. You got that??"

"Got that loud and clear~"

She huffed before walking to the bathroom then locking it before taking off her current clothes, which was the crew uniform, and pulled the outfit out of the bag.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't... Sexy or anything...

It was just a normal maid outfit, longsleeved, even.

Though it was a bit tight, a short and lots of petticoat skirt, the chest was showed due to the low neck cut.

And at the very, very bottom was a pair of lingerie that barely covers anything, and matching the dress...

She just groaned and put it on. Until she realized that the sleeves were detachable.

"I swear..." She muttered before noticing some heels at the bottom that match the dress itself as well as a slightly glittery lip gloss

"Gotta hand it to him, he knows how to style..." She muttered to herself before putting on some high thigh length white socks as well as the black heels.

She walked out and saw him waiting by their bed, before he stood up and grinned.

"There it is... My personal maid" he hummed and circled her while checking her out, "actually..." He mumbled before fluffing out the skirt more, "there... It looks wonderful on you, trust me."

She rolled her eyes, "you always say that" she hummed but can't help the rising smile on her face.

"Well, for today, help me clean my office." He grinned

"I knew there was an ulterior motive to the maid dress" she huffed and smiled making him chuckle

"Why wouldn't there?"

...

(Y/n) was currently placing a few books back in place as law sneaks up behind her and ran his hand at the back of her thigh up to her ass under the skirt.

"Law!"

"It's master to you." He grinned when he squeezed her ass.

She just grumbled a few incoherent words before continuing back to her work.

But of course, he's going to be a little bitch and run his fingers down the things and into her clothes clit, rubbing it slowly and torture the hell out of it making her gasp and breath sharply

"M-master... What are you doing...?"

Of course, who would want to disobey him? He's the master.

"That's the spirit..." He groaned as he felt her get soaked slowly, "quiet now... The only noises I want to hear is your wet fucking pussy"

He grinned before plunging his fingers inside and immediately spreading them around, making wet noises that filled the room.

She gasped but covered her mouth, or else her mewls and small moans would be heard.

Once he knew her juices would probably create a puddle on the floor under her (which it did), he positioned himself behind her and spread her legs apart.

"Now be quiet, maid. We don't want to attract unwanted attention cause that door's not even locked.

She just looked at him like he was crazy (he totally was), "w-what...!"

"Shh... Or else~" he grinned as he worked his own jeans and take it off just enough for his dick to fly out, hardened and dripping with precum, "now make master feel good, yeah?" He grinned

He made the tip of his cock rub along her folds before plunging right inside of her and made her gasp.

He placed a hand on her abdomen and felt an outline of his cock bulging out. It honestly turned him on even more when he felt her arch her back with a hand covering her mouth that opens with a loud moan.

"Hush now maid... You'll get your payment soon" he hummed and pressed against the bulge in her abdomen making her gasp and pant

"P-please... Master..." She begged

"Please what, my dear?" He grinned before thrusting in and out of her agonizingly slow

"P-please, master... I need you" she mumbled and he felt clench her walls into him.

Let's just say (y/n) couldn't walk the next day.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Request : And no no its fine but now i can stop thinking of kenma and his sister and a shameless kuroo. He probably wouldnt even pretend he wasnt there. He'd watch even as it ticked Kenma off and ask permission as soon as he's done omfg drool

This isn’t the college au but rather Kenma in his condo-like house

Includes: voyeurism/exhibitionism, m. masturbation, creampie, incest, cum-eating (implied), dubcon-ish, alcohol mention

Off Limits

He saw the way he looked at you. The short skirt and thin shirt the common outfit you adorned to see your beloved onii-chan. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he’d have a guest. In fact, he didn’t know Kuroo would be visiting. Yet here he was, cat-like eyes trailing your form every time he asked for a drink because if your onii-chan did it, so could he. You would do anything for your beloved Kenma, even entertaining his perverted friend who ogled you.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Kenma scowled, disgust evident as Kuroo settled beneath the kotatsu.

“Why not? I’m cold and it’s warm. It’s not like it’ll be the first time I spend the night,” he shot back. Kenma continues to scowl, upset his quality time with you would be interrupted. “Plus,” Kuroo began, “I’d like to talk to your sister more. You never introduced her to me,”

“It wasn’t important,” was Kenma’s reply. He didn’t want to bother lingering on the fact you were shy and didn’t like anyone outside family. Not to mention Kenma knew the team would have gone bonkers over the possibility of having a female manager. He was the only man you needed, even Kuroo couldn’t give you what you needed. The rest of the evening continued in silence, the idle chatter coming mostly from Kuroo as he brought up countless memories from high school.

The evening ended once Kuroo had fallen asleep against a pillow you gave him. After clearing the dishes, you decided to clean them tonight instead of tomorrow. Your apartment was close by Kenma’s, but you weren’t able to move in with him until you finished your college classes. Humming, you scrub at the dishes and glasses, oblivious to your surroundings.

“We’re finally alone,” he whispers in your ear, licking the shell of it. You giggle and turn your head, seeing the familiar eyes of Kenma. “Stop washing the dishes, you can deal with them later,”

“Nii-chan, you know they’ll stay there until I do them. I doubt I’ll be able to get up early, you always keep me up late when I stay over,” you smile at him, a quick peck to his cheek as you break from his hold. Moving to get the rest of the dirty dishes, he moves them out of the way and cages you into the counter. “Nii-chan!”

“Shh, you don’t wanna wake our guest. You have online classes tomorrow, just wait. I can hardly contain myself,” his breath brushes over your face, the stench of alcohol evident as he does. You’re hesitant, but a brisk kiss to your lips has you wanting more. “Are you wearing my favorite panties?”

“Mhm! The white ones with a pink bow,” you breathe out, pushing your soft lips to his jaw. He hums in approval, hands coming to rest on your thighs. You’re soon positioned on the edge of the counter and Kenma between your thighs, keeping you spread as his hand dives beneath the waistband.

“You’re nice and wet for me, I’m so glad,” he licks your neck, biting into the skin to leave a mark. He doesn’t want to spend too much time with stripping you down and sending your body into overdrive. There’s no point, not when your cunt will take him whether you’re wet or not. Pressing his lips to your exposed shoulder, he’s quick to release his cock from his sweats. Pressing his tip to kiss your folds, you mewl at the touch. “I haven’t even done anything, yet,”

“I-I know,” your voice is small as you feel him push into you. “It’s just so nice that onii-san loves me,”

“Of course I do. That’s why you’re mine,” he lowly says, his voice almost a growl. He groans as you squeeze him, his cock barely in you as you’re already tightening for him. A groan from behind you has his eyes snapping to Kuroo’s form, his eyes open and lidded as he smirks. A nagging voice tells Kenma that his friend already knew the situation, just ogling you to piss him off.

A sharp thrust as your head is thrown back, a moan as you feel Kenma fill you out completely. Kenma averts his eyes from Kuroo, his friend’s hand undoing the pants keeping back his hard cock. Snapping his hips to yours, nails going underneath his hoodie to scratch at his back. His grunts are angry, his mood sour as Kuroo lazily watches you getting railed by your precious brother, his hand squeezing his cock. The mental image of Kuroo thinking he’s fucking you has Kenma picking up the pace, pulling down your shirt to litter your skin with hickeys.

“Nii— Nii-san! You’re being rough!” Your mewls egg both of the men on, high pitched squeals of pleasure as you gush around Kenma’s cock. He isn’t far behind you, groaning as he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside of you. The heavy breathing of him beside your ear covers the pleasured moan from Kuroo, his own cum splattering the carpet and his nice suit. He doesn’t look ashamed one bit.

“Can I have the next go?” He asks, licking his lips as you gasp, turning to see Kuroo wide awake and his predatory gaze on you. Kenma sighs, running a hand down his face.

“If you clean her up, sure. But you can only use your tongue.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #kuroo x reader #kenma smut #kenma x reader #kuroo smut #kind of #Mr. Tetsurō #Mr. Kenma #BB.Dark #tw.dubcon #tw.incest #tw.alcohol #BB.Requests #dark haikyuu content

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severelytalentless · 3 years

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History Part 1

Jealous!Gojo x F!Reader x BadBoy!Getou

I got tangled up with this yarn ball of a love triangle for a hot second. It's long and a little angsty, I'm not completely sure I like it.

But here it is. Hope it hits well.

18+ content: sexual scenarios & strong language, exhibitionism, dubcon, public fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst

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(don't leave - (throttle remix) snakehips x MO)

"Oh shit, I'm so late.."

The sound of your alarm clock melded with your dream and failed to wake you up. Instant panic jolts through you when you see the time, you rush to fling yourself out of bed.

“FUCK!”

You yelp as a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back. You collapse on top of him and proceed to smack and pry at his forearm to let you go. His mischievous giggle under the covers only makes you more frustrated.

“I swear to God! Satoru! Let me go, I am so late!”

He squeezes harder and begins dragging you under.

“Late for what? Makin’ me breakfast in bed? Oh bunny, you're so thoughtful!”

You try to hide your giggle with an aggravated groan and an elbow thrown somewhere near his ribs.

“You're such a shit! I'm serious let me go, NOW!”

You don't have time for this. It's like he's been on a mission to make you late in one way or another to every class these days. Trapping you in bed all morning, kidnapping you for lunch, holding you hostage between classes, keeping you up way too late for extracurricular activities. You really can't complain, you have so much fun with him, but your grades are starting to catch up with you.

He'll try to convince you it's no big deal; that slacking off is what seniors are meant to do. But it's all gotten really stressful. Especially the History test you've spent zero time studying for. It's all fun and games until you have to answer for late assignments and failing marks.

You tumble off the bed as he groans in dramatic agony and releases you. You flail around the room collecting your things and dressing all at once.

“You're no fun..who needs History anyway? The past is boring, you should be living in the present..with me..in this bed..” you roll your eyes at his wiggling brows and his attempt at a sexy pose. In all honesty, it's not a bad attempt. His messy bed head and half-covered naked body are very easy on the eyes. But damn it, if you miss one more class because of this handsome fucker, your GPA is completely screwed.

“Toru, I have to go to class...where are my glasses?”

You button your shirt and pull your hair into the best bun you can. He sighs and points to your dresser. You snatch them and run for the door, hopping as you pull your shoes on.

“Call me when you're done being teacher's pet.” You shake your head and squint at him as he winks and blows you a kiss. You rush out the door leaving him to flop down on your bed alone. He frowns at the ceiling.

Why do you have to be so perfect and responsible? Why do you have to take such early classes? Why can't he have you all to himself? And when the hell did he get so tightly wrapped around your finger like this?

Something changed at the party. After he saw the effect Suguru had on you. He's felt this need to keep you closer. To somehow win you over. If he just stays present in your life. Maybe you'll want to stay a little longer. Maybe you won't choose him instead...

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(you get me so high - the neighbourhood)

The bell rings as you're halfway up the stairs. Shit, you hate walking into class late. Especially since it's become your new habit. You get so flustered when everyone turns to look. You straighten your outfit and fuss with your hair before opening the door.

All eyes are on you. Deep breath. You quickly scan for an open seat and try to look casual. Fuck. Usually, there are a few to choose from but since the test is next week all seats are taken, except for one. And it's in the back...next to him.

You try not to make eye contact but it's unavoidable. He's already looking at you with a smirk and pats the seat before you take it. You quickly pull out your notes and get down to business, pretending he doesn't exist. He snaps his gum and leans on the table, turning his head to obviously look at your averted gaze.

“Do you mind?” you whisper sharply, jotting down a note.

“Not at all, I like the view..” he snaps his gum again. You huff and keep writing. He leans over, looking down at your notebook. You look up and furrow your brows at him. He raises an eyebrow and your cheeks flush immediately, mind flashing back to what he did the last time you scowled at him. How firmly he yanked on that leash...

His grin pulls wider and you turn away quickly.

“Please..I really need to focu-”

“You missed a button..” he slips his finger between where your shirt is parted and your hand flies up to stop him, tossing your pen in the process. He hums as he reaches down to retrieve it. You rush to secure your shirt closed and huff a sigh. You really really need to focus.

He taps your pen on your notebook and mutters in your ear.

“You really shouldn't let him keep you up so late. You're gonna fail the test..” he drops the pen and looks forward to the lecture. You snatch it back.

He's not wrong. He leans sideways to your ear again.

“But we both know you can't get enough, can you..” his words bring the vivid image of his heavy cock laying hard on his abs to the front of your mind and you shift in your seat to try and ignore the sudden throb in your core.

Fuck. This is exactly why you've been avoiding him since the party.

Gojo is enough of a distraction for you. Throwing Getou into the mix would be completely disastrous.

Yet...

You can't deny what the thought of him does to your insides.

You had always been into the dark intellectual guys before Gojo fucked his way into your heart.

But Gojo had been adamant that he didn't want anything serious between you from the start of your fling.

So perhaps getting to know Getou a little more wouldn't be-

Holy Fuck.

His hand is on your thigh...

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(champagne & sunshine - PLVTINUM)

You stifle a gasp, train of thought being forcefully derailed by his touch. Your heartbeat pulses in your cheeks at the intrusion, and it only gets worse as he starts to tease the hem of your skirt up your leg.

Panic sets in and freezes you to your seat, eyes darting around faster than your racing heart, just waiting for someone to take notice. But all you see are the backs of heads, and your professor is busy writing on the board. You're fairly secluded in the back of the room, the tables are all two seated. He's got you right where he wants you. He keeps his eyes forward and whispers to you.

“Shh..settle sweetheart..don't fuss...they'll know..” you clutch the top of your notebook, keeping your heavy breaths as quiet as you possibly can while he feels his way to the heat beneath your skirt. He leans his elbow on the desk and rests his chin in his palm, examining the fluster in your eyes. He hums and rubs his middle finger along your clothed slit. Your teeth dig into your lip to trap a whimper.

“You’d better pay attention..I bet this’ll be on the test..” an evil smirk crawls across his face. He watches your brows furrow, desperate eyes begging him to stop. He shakes his head and rubs in on your clit. Pleasure spurs your core, helping to release your jaw and the hot breath that follows. You drop your head to suppress your arousal. It doesn't work.

“Open your legs..” his gentle voice is laced with some kind of poison, something that just makes you weak. You hum a little moan and stare at your notebook, shaking your head as subtly as possible.

“Suguru...please..” your whispered plea is met with a low chuckle, his fingers push in harder, you whimper.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” he growls through his teeth, the pressure is just too much, you exhale and slowly widen your knees under the table. Your cheeks are so hot you must be glowing at this point. He can feel your slick wetting your panties.

“Good girl. Now. Keep taking notes..” he smiles and nods to the lecture as his fingers pull aside your panties and gently touch on the soft skin beneath. He taps your pen on your notebook and raises an eyebrow.

“Fuck..” it's so hard to keep your composure, or your legs spread like this. How does he expect you to take fucking notes?!

“Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you later..but right now you need to focus..” the words make your walls clench and you hide your moan with a little cough. He lays your pen into your hand and helps you position it on the paper, all the while teasing his fingers around in your slick, just playing with your arousal.

This is all just a fun little game for Getou. Watching you struggle to contain yourself is really turning him on. Even more so since you could get caught. You've been playing so hard to get since the party. But the cat is out of the bag, he knows there's a kinky little freak underneath this teacher's pet facade you've got on. He saw the lust on your face when he and Gojo fucked you raw, relished how you sank to your knees and swallowed his cock. You're a good obedient slut and he intends to treat you as such, regardless of how Gojo feels about it.

You manage to spell out a few words before he starts rolling your exposed clit around under his finger.

"Oh my god!" The hushed moan comes out a bit louder than you thought it would. You grip the pen while your other hand flies over your mouth. You lean on the table and try to hold still, but your flinching hips give you away. You hear your professor stop talking and clear his throat.

"Excuse me, Ms. L/N, is there a problem?"

Fuck fuck fuck...his fingers are pressing harder.

Adrenaline mainlines through your system and your stomach twists up into a sickening knot. You smack the table and look up in a panic. Getou gives your poor clit no relief as you force out a response.

"NO! No..I'm..fine..just need to go to-unh-the restroom..please.."

You squeeze your knees back together just as everyone turns to look at you. He finally removes himself from between your legs, leaning back in his seat, smiling while he watches you quickly stand and flatten your skirt back down. You hurry down the aisle past the curious faces of your classmates, escaping into the hallway.

You fall back against the door and pant. You've never been so flustered. You take a deep breath and walk to the bathroom where you splash some water on your face and look hard at yourself in the mirror.

What the fuck was he doing? Why were you letting him do it? What the fuck has gotten into you?!

Who are you fucking kidding?

You liked it.

For all your protesting and fear of being caught, that made you so fucking wet, made you feel dangerous and naughty. You reach down and smirk, feeling how damp you are, rolling your eyes at yourself. Damn it, he's so bad.

You walk back into the classroom and try to ignore the prying eyes that follow you to your seat. You stare him down as you approach. That smirk pulls onto his mouth again and he pulls out your seat. You huff a breath and get back to your notes.

"That was close, huh?" he whispers after a few minutes. You keep your eyes on your notebook, surprising him with your little smile. He knew you fucking liked it.

You both sit through the remainder of class, sexual tension bristling between you, thick up to your necks. You look up at the clock, the bell is about to ring. You have a free period before your next class. You place your finger on his notebook and drag it away from him. He tilts his head and gives you an amused curious look as you jot something down. The bell announces the end of class and chairs begin to scrap on the floor, books rustling into backpacks. You slide it back to him and stand up quickly with your notebook in hand. He watches you saunter down the aisle and out the door without another glance his way. He huffs a laugh and looks down at what you wrote.

west wing hall closet. right now.

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(over - honors)

“Does Satoru know how bad you want me?” he growls the question into your neck. His hand catches your throat, and he thumps you back against the door. You bite into your grin, shaking your head.

"You're so fucking naughty.." he squeezes a little harder, he leans into you, licking up your neck. Your head falls back and you giggle.

"He doesn't need to know." you hear him groan and he bucks his hips against you, his other hand tugs your skirt up. You help him by hooking your fingers into your panties, pulling them down, smile still plastered on your blushing face. He lets go of your throat.

"That's my girl.." the purr in his low voice tickles your throbbing core, you moan and run your fingers up into his hair while he kisses down to your collarbone. He quickly undoes his belt and you land a kiss on his neck, sucking and biting down a little, making him grumble as his buckle hit the floor.

Suddenly, you hear your phone ring in your bag on the floor. You pull your mouth off him and realize immediately who's calling. So does he.

"Answer it.." he smirks, stepping back and nodding down at the bag. You drop and pull it out. You hesitate, settling your breath before opening the call.

"Hi Toru," Getou palms his bulging erection. You try to keep your voice calm and natural, but you're immediately distracted by the heavy cock that falls from his briefs before you.

"Hey bunny, are you done with class?" Getou strokes it, staring at your reaction.

"Uh..yep, all done.." his cock is so hard and swollen, precum is already leaking from the tip. Your walls tighten inside and you absent-mindedly lick your lips.

"Come meet me at the cafe, I owe you coffee after keeping you up so late..” you can hear the playful smile in his voice as Getou starts to close the distance between you. He grabs your leg and lifts it up to his hip. You grip his shoulder to steady yourself. You feel the tip of his cock prod at your slippery entrance and gasp.

“...hello? Y/N, what's wrong?” Getou’s grin widens, hearing Gojo’s voice through the phone. He pauses to let you come up with a reply.

“Nothing, I just..left something in the classroom, I'll meet you for coffee in-” your knees go weak as Getou cuts you off by driving his cock up inside you with no warning. Your head thumps back into the door and you cuss at him silently, shuddering as your unprepared cunt struggles to adjust to his abrupt entrance. He just grins and leans his hips into you harder, pinning you to the door with his cock.

“Hey I think you're breaking up..when will you be here?” you're too focused on the sweet stretch to answer and Getou plucks the phone from your hand.

“She’ll be there when I'm done with her..”

Your heart drops to the floor, your phone quickly follows. The look on his face is far too satisfied. He pulls back and ruts into you, punching your cervix and rattling the door, you let out a helpless mewl. Guilt and anger curdle with the arousal inside you and make you feel sick.

“What the fuck Sugu-oh!” he fucks into you harder, not giving you permission to admonish him.

“Shut the fuck up...don’t act like you don't want this...you fucking asked for it.” the door shakes on its hinges as he rails up into you, fucking you off the floor. You can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and claw at his shoulders as you sink down around him.

You wanna be mad, wanna tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. That was totally uncalled for. But the way he's plunging into you, fucking you absolutely senseless has you exchanging all your protests for moans. Everything about this is wrong, you just don't have the will to stop it. You feel your gears shift up closer to your orgasm and groan as he pummels you against the door.

“You like being a bad girl..It's written all over your fucking face..” he takes a mental picture of how the stain on your cheeks compliments your gaping drooling mouth and rolling eyes. He feels your cunt squeeze his cock, willing him to give you more.

“Admit it, you're bored of his dick, he can't stretch you like this..” he throws his weight into you forcing you to squeal and nod, you can't deny it.

"Sugu-ru..I-I..'m gonna..oh fuck I'm-ha!" your hair comes loose from the bun and tumbles down around your shoulders.

He rocks his hips and stirs your insides, pressing his pelvis tight against your clit. The pressure makes you weak. Fuck, you're close. Your nails dig into his skin through his shirt. He leans in, breathing heavily over your ear.

“I know you're about to cum..I can feel it” that growl just makes you want to scream, but you've gotta keep quiet, who knows who might pass by the other side of this door. He keeps grinding into your clit, digging the head of his cock deep against your cervix. You slap your hand across your mouth for the second time today, muffling your own lusty noises. You're so fucking close.

“Should I let you..” he stops moving and you whimper, moving your hand off your mouth, squirming to continue the friction. He runs his fingers through your hair and grips tight at the back of your neck. Your strained desperate little sounds are so cute. He clicks his tongue.

“No..I think I'll keep this one for later..” your cunt clings to him as he pulls out his still hard cock, leaving you needy and vacant. He drops your legs from his hips and you're left panting against the door, watching him casually buckle his belt and tuck in his shirt. You don't know what to do. You feel a rush of shame. He doesn't care about you. He never cared about you. He just likes playing with you.

“Better pull yourself together...Satoru is waiting for you.” his wicked grin sends heat to your face and you pull your panties back on, straightening your skirt. He picks up your bag and you scowl at him, snatching it back and turning in a huff to leave.

This was a huge mistake, and now you have to come up with something to tell Gojo. Your heart sinks like a rock in your chest as you open the door. Getou reaches from behind you, pushing the door closed and leaning over your shoulder. He curls your hair behind your ear and you flinch away.

"Fix your hair.." you hastily spin the bun back on your head.

"Fuck you.." you curse him under your breath and storm out of the room.

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(woman - harry styles)

"Toru..I-" he scoffs into his coffee cup before you can even start your sentence. He leans back in his chair and avoids your eyes. You stand clutching your notebook, heart racing, palms sweating. You hate this so much.

"No, it's cool..Did you have fun with him? I bet he had fun with you.." the sharp sarcasm stabs at your heart, but more than that, it makes you prickle with anger.

"How dare you.." you're seething mad, but he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want with whomever I choose! This isn't a relationship, so don't act like I'm yours!"

You've never seen him blush before. Never seen pain in his eyes like you're seeing now. You just saw the sparkle go out. He remains silent, choking on the hard but honest truth of it all. You're not his, as much as he's been pretending you are.

The seconds pass like hours. Your breath gets heavy trying to hold back the tears. The guilt is eating you alive. Being with Suguru made you realize that your feelings for Satoru are so much different than you thought. So much stronger. And you just threw it all away for some stupid little thrill in the hall closet.

He stands from his seat. Your heart feels crushed and you huff a whimper. You shut your eyes, pushing tears over your lashes. This is it, he's gonna walk away. You don't wanna see it happen.

You pull in a sharp breath at the feeling of his arms around you. He sets his head down in the crook of your neck and squeezes you into his chest. Tears stream down your face, you can't stifle your cry.

You hear him take a deep breath...

"Then I'll make you mine.."

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@himiko-omikami @darkrose1989 @angelalje @ambiguous-something

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #getou x reader #getou x y/n #getou x you #getou smut

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Jumin x MC - Pet Play.

Pairing: Jumin x MC (F).

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation || Pet Play || Licking

Warning: Dark domination, Twisted themes, Oral (female and male), vaginal sex, forced orgasm, pet play, internal cum-shot, daddy kink, possessive Jumin.

Extreme twisted and dark theme’s, please do not read if uncomfortable.

Day three of Kinktober, including prompts from @xxsycamore

Thank you to the amazing, @truth-be-told-im-lying, @hifftn and _Quiche_ for beta-ing for me 💛

Elizabeth. It was a name she loved as a child, making her feel regal and holding a high standard of elegance. As an adult it was a name she came to despise.

“My naughty Elizabeth, trying to run away again! I won’t be so kind to you this time, you’ve upset me for the last time” Since that day her life has been a living nightmare, entrapped in the penthouse of the man she once loved. Her life, her freedom, her everything now stripped away. Her only purpose was to serve. But not as a worker or an employee, but as Jumin’s new beloved pet, Elizabeth.

She spun around once more in the mirror, ensuring her outfit was perfect: a white lace bralette with matching crotchless panties, knee high white stockings, a lace trimmed collar with a bell and white ears intertwined in her hair. If she wasn’t his perfect little kitty, there would be hell to pay.

Jumin controlled everything. Ever since Elizabeth the third had run away he refused to let anything he loved slip away again, turning his lover into his pet. He morphed her into a real life fantasy, even turning her brunette hair, white to keep the memory of his once favorite girl alive. She was his Elizabeth, one that would never see the chance to leave him, he simply wouldn’t allow it and would do anything and everything in his power to stop her from leaving. Even if it meant tying her to the bed for days on end, chaining her ankles to the floor, hiring 24/7 security to patrol the outside of the penthouse, removing pesky ‘friends’ from the RFA who tried to steal her away. Jumin has the power to control it all and that is simply what he does.

The red talons of her nails brushed over Jumin’s latest obsession, a butt plug with a furry white tail attached to the end that came down to her knees. He was kind enough to only demand she wear it when he came home from work and a few hours around the house, especially when he was about to have his way with her. It was hard to put it in herself, but after he demanded she learned so she could do it whilst getting ready, allowing him to come to his “perfect pussy”. It was especially hard with the nails she had on, long deep red acrylics which he made her get every two weeks – the only interaction she has ever had with anyone other than Jumin – although she was tied to the chair whilst two women worked on her hands and there were no conversations or eye contact between them as they did their jobs, and left after being paid a hefty amount of hush money to bid their silence.

She stared at herself in the mirror, not even recognising the reflection in it. Her normal hazel eyes now aqua blue from the contacts, a perfect real life representation of the long-gone cat. The red lipstick staining her lips, a personal favourite touch of Jumin’s, infatuated to see his body covered in her rouge marks. She was a pet Jumin would be able to control forever.

“Oh Elizabeth,” he called out followed by the shutting of a door, Jumin back home already from the few hours he now spent at the office. “Oh, there you are my pretty girl,” he hummed with an outstretched hand as she made her way quickly into the living room. Pathetically she rubbed her hand against his palm, an action she knew he loved. He grinned in approval to see her so submissive, giving her a kiss on the cheek before stepping back to admire her. “My beautiful girl, you.”

“Now,” the sound of his belt un-clinking as she watched him undo it, leather being pulled from looping holes, “Daddy’s had a rough day, make it better for me, pet.” Without a word she dropped to her knees, unfazed to see his cock already hard as he freed it from his trousers, throbbing in his hand as cum, gleaming white already ran down it. He’d been thinking about this moment since he woke up.

Wrapping a hand around his base, she leaned forward to dart her tongue out, kitten licking the head like one would do with a bowl of milk. A groan of approval was met from Jumin, dark eyes fixed on her every moment. Slowly parting her lips, he guided his head into her mouth before thrusting, too impatient to wait, desperate to feel her lips around him. The stretch around him still makes her gag, a man with a dark secret and an eye-watering size cock to match.

“Oh god, Elizabeth,” his hands fisted roughly into her hair, jerking his hips forward as he pushed more of him into her mouth. The blue of her eyes glossed over with tears as she peered up beneath her thick lashes to catch his eye, lips puckered out as he watched more of his cock disappear into her mouth. “I go crazy when you do this, and you know that…” He groaned as if she was in control of the situation.

Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth, every few thrusts out, it would follow along his meaty thickness and drool down her chin, leaving her chin slicked by the time he began to throb in her mouth. “Good girl, Elizabeth,” he repeated over and over, clutching her hair tighter as he threw his head back. She exhaled through her nose as he pushed her head down until his whole cock was buried into her mouth, lips pressed tightly against his base as she gagged repeatedly. Airway constricted from his movement; regardless of how often he made her deep throat him, the sheer size of his makes her throat constrict and leaves her slightly headed. A weak hum of urgency came out from her as Jumin kept her head in place, shallowly thrusting in a fast pace. Until finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping as a thick trail of saliva from her lips and his head broke apart. Spit mixed with slight pre-release dribbled down her mouth and onto her breasts which heaved up and down, a dark flush of pink upon her skin making the innocence of the white lace stand out more.

“Such a good girl,” Jumin praised. “Keep being a good kitty like that, Miss Elizabeth, and Daddy will make you purr loudly, I promise,”. A twisted smile fell on his face to see her not resisting him, no energy left to push his buttons as Jumin would always win. There was no use in fighting it and if she just does as he says the reward would be worth it all. She knows that much already.

“We should take this to the bed but… I want to stay right here,” Jumin said, undoing his black tie, throwing his jacket and pin-striped shirt to the floor, leaving him fully exposed to her. He held out a hand to help her off her knees, instantly pulling her into his embrace as he kissed her softly. Jumin was always gentle with her regardless of the situation, he wanted to love her, to bring her the highest of pleasure. Hurting her was never his intention. “You even managed to do this all by yourself,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, licking it as his hands travelled down to the globe of her ass, cupping it and spreading her cheeks slightly to reference the tail-plug within. “What a good little kitten I have, I think you deserve a reward.”

“Jumin…” She pressed her hands to his chest but he cut her off.

“Shh, my little kitten, just let Daddy pleasure you and then I promise I’ll give you your favourite treat.'' His thumb rubbed around her lips, smudging the red lipstick in a messy manner.

With that she found herself on the floor, back pressed against the opulent rug threaded from the finest silk of the world, with Jumin’s head buried between her thighs. The underwear and stockings she had worn lay in tatters nearby, Jumin physically ripping them from her body in a much needed attempt to be one with her skin. Bites of red and purple trailed down from her collarbone, a swirling pattern over her breasts and stomach before finally stopping at her sex. She couldn’t stop herself from getting lost in the pleasure, the tickling of his black hair upon her thighs which had hooked over his forearms allowing him to hoist her lower half up closer to his face. Moans and soft whimpers fell from her mouth, growing louder and louder to please him, knowing if she didn’t she’d find her wrists tied to the bed with Jumin edging her until he felt satisfied that she’d learned her lesson.

“Hush now, kitten, Daddy will give you what you need.” His breath warm against her core as he pulled his lips away from it, a thick string of arousal breaking their connection and dripping onto the floor. Two fingers entered her sex whilst his tongue stroked an ‘x’ over her clit in a rapid manner. And just like that-

-“Jumin!” Fingers grasping and tugging onto his hair, her back arched off the rug in an erotic display as she came. His movements never ceasing, he pulled his fingers out to replace them with his tongue, thrusting his hips into the air every time he felt her pulse through his muscle, tongue swirling and licking the inside of her trembling walls until she whimpered with over-stimulation.

Her rouge lipstick smeared around her mouth and across Jumin’s as he forced his tongue into her mouth while he pressed himself on top of her, letting her taste herself upon him. A ‘good girl,’ Jumin praised her when he finally pulled himself from her as she automatically turned around onto her stomach, raising her hips and pushing her knees up, keeping her chest pressed flat to the rug.

“My perfect girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he cooed softly, his words full of his love as he knelt behind her, the flat of his palm tracing up her back and over her ass, giving it a playful pat. He loved her ass, he loved watching his cock disappear into her folds as he took her from behind, the ripple of it as his hips slammed against it.

“My tight, wet little pussy.” His hand dipped below and gave her sex a little slap causing her to hiss, a dark chuckle came from Jumin as he used his other hand to stroke himself to the sight. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass, leaving a glistening streak upon the round on her skin.

“And it’s only for me.”

He positioned himself, gripped her waist and slowly sank into her. Letting the thickness of him stretch her walls, slowly letting his cock drag against the tightness of her as he pushed in further. A raspy, “Oh Elizabeth…” spewed from his mouth and heat filled her as he spilled inside her; slowly pulling his cock back to the head before thrusting it all back in. This often happened, Jumin finding a release within seconds of entering her, his effort to fill her with as much as he could. Jumin wasn’t ready for ‘baby kittens’ or ‘a litter’ as he often said, ensuring his ‘lover’ was on birth-control so he could fill her over and over again without the result of a child. He wasn’t ready to share his Elizabeth, not even with his own kin.

Even after he came, he was still solid – a curse and a blessing for the young girl. Jumin wouldn’t stop until she came at least four times, but he could go for a few good-long rounds, meaning sex often lasted for hours until Jumin was sure he’d gotten his fill of her.

He pulled her hips back to meet his thrusts as he eased his way into a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping being drowned by the couple’s moans. Jumin’s were louder than hers.

“Louder, Elizabeth, let me hear you.” Jumin gave her a particular harsh thrust, one that made the bell on her collar jingle causing a groan from behind her. His fingertips sunk into her waist as he pistoned into her, eyes focusing on the clapping of his hips upon her ass. Her fingers grasped at the material beneath her, back arching to the point her breasts were forcefully pressed against the floor unable to hold back the pleasurable cries that left her. Whether she loved or hated Jumin, he knew her body perfectly and would bring her to a high no one else would ever be able to. With a desperate cry of his name she came, Jumin stuttering with his pace as she tightened over him, pulsing, fluttering walls upon his length.

It wasn’t known how long they were there in that position. By now her thighs ached and trembled, her core was stretched to the point it had a pleasant burn everytime he thrusted into her and her knees were threatening to bruise with carpet burns. She’d lost count of how many times she came, arousal and essense of both of them had squirted over his balls and dripped down her thighs onto a puddle now staining the rug. Jumin was reaching his limit and she could tell, his pace had slowed down and ragged breaths filled the room. But he was determined to push her over the edge one final time.

Leaning over her, his hand pushed the base of her neck to the floor as his other hand gripped the tail of her butt-plug, a soft hiss fell from her at the movement. He wrapped the fur around his hand as his pace became punishing once more, snapping to the point her body jolted forward but the hand on her neck kept her still. She cursed loudly, voice breaking in silent cries as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, past the point of screaming as one final wave of pleasure hit her like a brick wall. Her walls clenched so tightly around him, Jumin stilled with a heavy growl of “Elizabeth, Elizabeth… Ngh! Elizabeth!” as he came, shooting thick white ropes inside her.

She tried to collapse on the spot but Jumin’s grip now moved to her waist, keeping her still as he pulled out, groaning one final time to peer between her legs and watch the heavy flow of mixed essence drip out of her in thick rivets.

“I love you so much.” His sweating forehead pressed to her lower back as he breathed heavily and tried to steady his racing heart. Moments like this were those she remembered the most, a sense of almost normality with Jumin, like who they used to be before.

And then, just in the second of a breath, a blink of an eye or a beat of a heart, it would be ruined.

“Here, Miss Elizabeth.” Two fingers entered her over-sensitive core, collecting as much release on his fingers and turning her to face him, having her kneel on her knees as he offered his fingers. “Have your milk.” He watched her slowly lap the sticky coating off his fingers before sucking them clean, a warped smile on his face.

And in some sick, twisted, perverted way this was how he expressed his love for her. Sinking his claws in deeper and deeper as she was fully submissive to him. Whilst Elizabeth would never return, Jumin had a new favourite pet to take her place.

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~Hybrid Haven~

A safe place for all hybrids.

Apple Juice and Washing Machines

Over the course of the next week, Jimin had participated in every activity the shelter had to offer and had chosen his new favorite room in the shelter. As soon as he attended one of Hoseok’s dance classes, no one could pull him out of the studio room, even after the class. He was the first one to show up and always the last to leave.

He had begun to open up more, as well, not just to Jungkook either. Seokjin had learned that he didn’t like the scent of mango because it reminded him of an attic he was once kept in after asking Jimin to to help cut one for lunch. Jackson had learned that Jimin once had a pet puppy that resembled Jackson both in looks and in personality after they saw a girl walking her dog outside the shelter. And Jimin….he learned that he liked pink. No. He loved it, and no one told him it was wrong.

No one even batted an eye when slipped on the pink sweater Yoongi had left for him Sunday this morning instead of the white shirt Jungkook had given him when he arrived. They had tried to give him different clothing each day, but Jimin refused to take them. These clothes were perfectly clean. Why did he need to change? The sudden change of hue on the cat was a surprise to everyone because they couldn’t even get him to take another shelter-issued outfit, let alone go shopping for his own.

Jimin had also been trying to determine a way to thank Yoongi for the sweater had had been wearing all week, but he couldn’t decide on one. He tried to draw something for him, but he couldn’t get it quite right. He wanted to try a dance for him, but he knew he wouldn’t pick it up fast enough. He even tried to cook him something, but he burned his hand on the stove. Nothing was working, and Yoongi would be here soon!

He pondered over his options all day since he woke up this morning. Yoongi had arrived just before lunch time with some takeout boxes from the cafe they went to last weekend. Soon, Youngjae had downed a bowl of macaroni and was working on another.

Jimin was still refusing to use chopsticks or even a spoon and continued opting for his hands to pick the meat and vegetables out of his soup before he drank it. Luckily, today’s meal wasn’t too messy. A simple bowl of noodles with some meat and a cup of juice.

Jin told him it would be a bit before they could customize cups and utensils for him to use like the others because they wanted to get to know what he liked first, like colors and styles. Today, they gave him a red plastic cup without a lid. He was confident he wouldn’t spill any, but he made sure to be very careful when taking a sip.

He watched across the room as Jin rearranged some things on a board, Namjoon picking up a picture that Seokjin had dropped. Jin smiled as he pinned the picture back up before thanking Namjoon was a kiss on the cheek, but the moment was interrupted by a loud yelp from Jimin, whose cup had slipped out of his hands and spilled all over his lap and precious sweater.

Jin sighed and began to approach Jimin, but he didn’t get far as yoongi had already made it to the cat and was on his knees in front of him, dabbing at the spill with a towel as the younger started to cry.

"I ruined it! I ruined it!“ he squeaked with tears starting to streak down his face, "I’m sorry!”

Yoongi had dealt with many crying hybrids before, so he knew exactly what to do, putting on a soft smile and a gentle voice. However, this was different. Normally, he’d be annoyed and would have to fake it, but it cam naturally with Jimin. The only other people he was like this with were his best friends.

"Shh, it’s okay,“ Yoongi smiles, "We can clean it.”

Jimin hiccups and looks down at Yoongi, watching him pat the sweater with the towel gently. He sniffles and wipes his eyes with his messy hands.

"W-Weally?“ he mumbled in amazment, "It’s not ruined? You’re not mad?”

Yoongi smiles and shakes his head, moving his hand lower to dry Jimin’s lap as best he could, “Of course not. It’s just some apple juice.”

Jimin’s eyes mimiced saucers, and his cheeks could be mistaken for cherry tomatoes as Yoongi’s big hands pressed down on his thigh. Jimin couldn’t help the inappropriate thoughts developing in his mind, especially after Yoongi’s hand not-so-subtly pressed down directly on his crotch to dry the liquid. He bit his lip for a moment to keep the surprised gasp in his throat before returning to the same doe-eyed expression as before when Yoongi looked up at him.

"Let’s go get you some new clothes,“ he grinned as he stood up, holding out his hand, "and Jin can clean up here.”

Yoongi shot Jin a sly smirk as jimin wrapped his small hand around Yoongi’s, which was significantly larger. Jin glared in response. He didn’t think Yoongi alone with any hybrid was a good idea, especially Jimin. They barely knew the boy, and it was obvious that Yoongi had uncharacteristically developed an interest in him in two short days.

Namjoon, however, though it was amazing. They were always trying to get him to socialize with the other hybrids to find one that would work with him, and this was getting more and more interesting the longer they watched. He knew there was something special about the cat since he first saw Jin holding him out in the rain. He couldn’t quite see it, but he knew it was there. He wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and kissed his temple.

"Let it play out,“ Namjoon smiles, "He knows the rules.”

Jin bit his cheek and sighs, watching the two leve the room. They had rules for a reason, and Yoongi had never broken any of them as he was the one who helped establish them years ago. Namjoon rubs Jin’s ears before sending him off to console a crying Youngjae who was thrashing around in Jaebum’s arms, trying to break away to Yoongi, and yelling ‘oppa! oppa!’ over and over.

Away from the scene in the kitchen, Yoongi leads Jimin down the hall to a laundry room. They kept all the clothes they use in emergencies in a closet off the room. Yoongi lets go of Jimin’s hand to open the closet door to reveal shelves of the only other in tact outfit Jimin owned: a loose, white, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. Jimin marveled at them as Yoongi plucked a set off a pile on the bottom shelf.

"Do you need help changing or can you do it by yourself?“

Jimin’s eyes snapped to Yoongi’s. A shy as he was, he wanted to say he could do it by himself, but he didn’t want to be alone. The sounds of the washers and dryers scared him. They reminded him of cold, lonely nights, curled up and listening to the clothes being tossed around to block out the sound of the storm.

"Jimin?” Yoongi asked softly, “Do you need help getting cleaned up?”

Jimin looked away from him, focusing on a washing machine slightly shaking a few feet away as he considered declining the offer, but he nodded his head.

"Okay,“ Yoongi smiled, setting the clothes on a machine beside them that wasn’t on, "we’ll start with your sweater then. Arms up.”

Jimin looked up at the taller and slowly raised his arms up as high as he could get them, allowing Yoongi to lift the sweater up and over his head.

"Good job!“ Yoongi praised with a pat to Jimin’s head as he tossed the sweater in an unmarked laundry basket, "Now, your shorts.”

A light shade a red flushed over Jimin’s face with those words. He looked down at them and then hid his face in his hands, making Yoongi chuckle.

"It’s okay, I’m not going to do anything bad,“ he assured, "Just gonna clean you so you’re not sticky.”

He reaches up to a shelf to pull down some baby wipes while joking to make Jimin feel better, “No one likes a sticky kitty, now do they?”

Jimin smiles a bit and shakes his head as he pulls down his shorts and steps out of them, “No one wikes a sticky kitty.”

"There you go,“ Yoongi grins, tossing them in the basket with the sweater, "Now, we can get you all cleaned up and get you some chocolate.”

Jimin’s smile grew with the mention of the sweet treat that him and Yoongi shared last week. Yoongi found himself on his knees again, rubbing the wet cloth on Jimin’s thighs to get any possible juice that had seeped through his shorts. Next, he cleaned off Jimin’s hands and face before moving onto his stomach. He was positive none of the juice had gotten through the sweater, but it was an excuse to touch Jimin’s newly forming abs. Yoongi wasn’t one to let it show, but he was just as mesmerize by Jimin as Jimin was by him.

After a moment of them both staring into each other’s eyes, Yoongi realized how low his hand was getting and so did Jimin. Yoongi cleared his throat as he pulled his hand away, breaking both of them out of the trance they were seemingly caught in. He threw away the wipe before turning back to Jimin with a smile.

"All clean!“

Jimin smiled at the clean feeling and watched Yoongi open the new pair of shorts at his feet.

"Hold onto my shoulders and step into the one at a time.” Yoongi explains.

Jimin hesitantly let his tiny hands grip onto Yoongi’s shoulders before placing his right foot in the piece of clothing, following suit with his left. Yoongi pulled the shorts up to cover the red boxers Jimin had on. A blush crept across his cheeks as Yoongi’s hands brushed over his butt and rested on his hips.

"There we go.“ Yoongi smiles up at Jimin, "Personally, I think you should just go shirtless.”

The older topped his whispering with a playful wink and a cocky smirk, making Jimin’s eyes go wide again. He stuttered a bit, his blush growing darker, as he tried to find something to say, but he couldn’t even put two words together. He, instead, smiled and looked away, reaching for his shirt when a loud buzzing noise came from a dryer behind them. Jimin shrieked in fear and threw himself in Yoongi’s arms, burying his face in the other’s chest to get away from the noise. Yoongi was surprised by the sudden action, but he wrapped his arms around Jimin immediately and rubbed his back.

"Jimin,“ Yoongi said quietly, "are you okay?”

Jimin whimpered and nodded, refusing to pull his head up. A sigh fell from Yoongi’s lips. He knew Jimin was lying;it was obvious.

"Are you scared of the washing machines?“ he asks curiously.

Jimin nodded again but didn’t make a sound. Yoongi thinks for a moment before an idea forms in his head.

"Do you trust me?”

Jimin nodded again without hesitation. Yoongi pulls away to stand on his feet, Jimin looking up at him with big, confused eyes. Yoongi offers his hand which Jimin quickly takes in his own. Yoongi slowly walks Jimin a few steps, then turns to him, quickly lifting him up and placing him on a still machine before Jimin could process what’s going on.

Once he felt the slight vibration from the neighboring machine and the cold metal against his skin, he wasn’t happy. He wanted down. Now. Fear swept over Jimin’s face as panic shot through his body. He began to claw at Yoongi to get away from the contraptions. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck as he hooked his legs around his waist, whining in fear. Yoongi shushed him and rubbed his back soothingly.

"Shh,“ he coos, "it’s okay. It’s not gonna hurt you.”

Jimin just held on tighter.

"P-Promise?“ he asks, his voice small and muffled.

"I promise.”

Jimin takes a moment to process Yoongi’s promise before loosening his grip on the man. He takes a deep breath and pulls away to look up at Yoongi’s smiling face.

"There’s the brave kitty.“

Jimin smiles widely and looks down at the machine currently washing one of the other hybrid’s clothes. he hesitantly reaches out a shaky hand to place his palm on the lid of the machine.

"No scawe.” he mumbles to himself, “Bwave kitty.”

Yoongi watches with a proud smile, rubbing the bit of Jimin’s hips that poked out above the waist band of the short with the pads of his thumbs. Jimin shifted his gaze back up to Yoongi, his hand still on the metal lid. He looked over Yoongi’s face as he remembered the exchange between Jin and Namjoon earlier. Before he could shy away from the thought, he quickly leaned up and pecked Yoongi’s cheek.

"Thank you.“ he whispered as he pulled away, refusing to look back up at him in fear he didn’t appreciate the bold gesture of gratitude.

"You’re welcome.” Yoongi beams, returning the gesture by placing a kiss on Jimin’s cheek.

The young cat blushed brightly as he looked up in awe at the human. Yoongi then unfolds the shirt and bunches it at the top.

"Let’s get back out there and get you some chocolate, yeah?“ Yoongi grins, making Jimin’s face light up, and pulls the shirt over his head.

Namjoon had managed to convince Jin to keep his thought to himself until they could discuss it alonce, preferably with Hoseok as a mediator. Seokjin settled for consistent glances at Yoongi to observe his bahavior, which seemed normal for the rest of the day until Jin lost track of him. Much to Jin’s dismay, he couldn’t leave his group alone to search for Yoongi. However, he found out where the human slipped off to later that night after bedtime.

"Excuse me?!”

Jin looked over the adoption form that had Yoongi’s name at the top and small note from him at the bottom: “I already scheduled a metting with Jimin on the 16th. Check your laptop.”

Jin almost pushed Namjoon away from the computer so he could pull up Namjoon’s schedule. Sure enough, there was a meeting between the three scheduled for ten in the morning Monday.

"What in the hell does he think he’s doing?!“

"Babe. what’s wrong with him seeing Jimin? You’re always trying to get him to see the other hybrids.”

"I have a bad feeling, okay?!“ Jin squeaks, "He barely knows the boy, and he’s that quick to jump to the rescue?!”

"He was just trying to help.“ Namjoon sighs.

"And when have you known him to be like that?”

"All the time.“

"Not with us!’ Jin snaps, knowing Namjoon knew exactly what he meant.

"You know it’s not like that.”

"Then what is it like?“

"You know what it’s like.” Namjoon states calmly, “You know what happened.”

Jin immediately softens, remembering the day Yoongi told him of the accident and how he blames himself for its occurance. That’s why he’s so uneasy around hybrids he only comes once or twice a week to make sure Youngjae, Jaebum, and Jinyoung are okay. It’s why he has strict rulles for them when he takes them out. It’s why he doesn’t get along with Seokjin or the rules Namjoon has for him.

"I’m sorry.“ Jin mumbles, looking at his feet.

Namjoon pulls him into his lap and wraps his arms around Jin’s waist.

"It’s okay, kitten,” Namjoon says softly, resting his chin on the older’s shoulder, “Just give him a chance, okay?”

Jin sighs and looks over the form again, inspecting each of his answers like they were clues to an unsolved murder and he was the detective desperately trying to crack the case.

"Okay,“ Jin agrees, "but you watch him.”

"I will,“ Namjoon chuckles, kissing Jin’s cheek, "I promise.”

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