#uhm tagging is really embarrassing

[cherpudding]

owemji ! sorry for the inactivity i was kinda busy going through the twelve labors of hercules

heres some funger arts to make up for it ♡

(imgs 3-5 arw redraws of arts from forever ago hehe, the ogs r below the cut)

(credits to my buddy feenie for rendering the levi heroin thing nearly two years ago)

[lycanpunk667]

Putting this guy through more horrors than thought humanly possible actually

[sunlightfeeling]

lol @ the first NPC’s name that i talk to

…so much for escaping the brainrot

[postmortemnivis]

you don't remember when your neighbour mr riley became simon, but it was probably somewhere between the doors he held open for you when you first moved into the building and the hushed kisses in the elevator.

you were so shy at first, simon knew he tended to have that effect on people, intimidate them with just a glare of his cold, stone set eyes, but when you finally found the buried kindness in them, he became less scary. his tattoos weren't threatening anymore, and you could make out soft shapes in the blurred ink. some birthdates, dog tags with the names of his fallen friends, a cherub and lilies started standing out from the bellic flames, skulls, guns and helmets, giving you an insight of his softer side.

the way he was scared to touch you at first, worried the years of war had made his hands too rough to handle you without breaking you. you'd always reassure him he was doing good, he could touch you if he wanted to, but he asked for permission every time he was about to lift you up in his arms, without fail.

the first time you'd seen him—dressed up in his uniform, tired and jet lagged, some eyeblack smeared down his cheek—you’d sprinted to your door on the other side of the hallway, too scared to look back, and double checked your locked door before settling into a restless sleep.

simon knew he wasn’t the usual great-looking, charming, easygoing man but to let you in, to reassure you he was approachable for you? he would’ve done anything.

he became simon the first night you’d officially invited him over too your flat, without the excuse of a (perfectly functioning) leaky sink, a doorknob that needed some oiling or a hole in the wall that needed covering. it took you time, you ignored all the previous times he’d reassured you that you could call him by his name—he wasn't that much older than you anyway—you still felt compelled to call him mr riley, yes sir, thank you sir, would you like some water mr riley?

the first time he sat down on your couch to watch a movie he felt as if the room started spinning, his eyes glued to the tv screen as your perfume hung heavy in the air.

“what’s the name again?” he spoke to break the unbearable silence, fingers twitching on his thigh.

“blue velvet- you’ve really never seen it?”

he had. “never even heard of it.”

he cursed himself as the night ended and he got up, walking to the door, already having said his goodnights.

you followed him to the door, hesitant.

“night simon.” you chirped up as he walked out of your apartment.

he stood there for a second, looking down at your expectant expression, lips parted as if you were about to speak again.

before he could gather up the courage to part with a kiss on the cheek or a hug, you’d stretched up to your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.

“night love-” he finally said, breathless.

“you free tomorrow for brunch?” you asked as you leaned against the doorframe, still close to him. “i’m making cinnamon rolls and frittata. do you like frittata?”

“i- uhm,” simon almost had to shake his head to regain his focus. stay frosty soldier, for fucks sake. “can’t say i’ve ever tried it.”

“what- never had frittata?” your eyes widened like cherry pies. “oh, you have to try mine-!”

“eleven?” he suddenly interrupted you. “if… that’s alright with you.”

you nodded. “eleven sounds nice.”

he grabbed the back of your neck and brought you close, kissing the top of your head. “goodnight.”

you watched as he immediately left, cheeks, ears and neck a livid shade of embarrassment. he quickly unlocked his door and shut it a tad too harshly, but his heart was beating like a schoooboy’s and he couldn’t help but replay in his head the way you softly said his name all night.

you knew too that simon was about to become so much more.

[knightyoomyoui]

The Price Of Becoming The Chosen ONCE [+18] (COMMISSIONED)

ft. TWICE's Mina (x Male Reader & other TWICE members)

TYPE: Fluff, Angst, Smut

WORD COUNT: 12064

REQUESTED/ORDERED BY: @vl-45

TAGS: cheating, blackmailing, sex slave, possession, harem, obsession

NOTE: One of the longest fics I've ever written because I really love the plot that OC has given to me. Thank you again for ordering and I hope you'll have a great time reading what I made for you!

DONATE OR REQUEST FOR COMMISSION HERE: https://ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui

DESCRIPTION: It follows the story of YN as he goes through the challenges he has to face from the consequences of being the center of their decisions driven by their respective desires of claiming him, in contradiction to the thought that his life would only change for the better after being Mina's lucky boyfriend and getting introduced to the rest of the members.

==OO==

ACT 1

The crowd was packed inside the Ilji Art Hall, where more than a hundred ONCEs went for TWICE’s fan meet in accordance with their new comeback with “Strategy” featuring Megan Thee Stallion. Everybody started to find their seats and found everything all set up on the stage. The only one that was missing yet is the one they all came for.

They all went out and headed through the backstage. As the huge monitor began playing their MV teasers, they were given a go signal to begin entering the stage one by one. The crowd erupted in joy to see their favorite idols in person, waving their hands and presenting them their natural bright expressions written all over their faces.

TWICE were preparing themselves in a room. Some took this as a chance to rest for a while; others went for chit-chats or used their phones.

The manager then opened the door, signaling them that they can now enter the hall.

The girls made their signature greeting, and the remainder of the event followed. The fans were now given the chance to step up to the stage to get closer to meeting each member of TWICE and do as they please along with their own merch they want to be signed and gifts they purchased for them. Obvious to how they behave, the fans were rather shaking slightly in nervousness, acting strange due to shyness, while the rest were just calm and confident.

And that includes you.

Along with your recently bought Strategy album, including some TWICE-designed bubble fan with a penguin plushie, it’s definitely clear who is the specific person you’re most excited to interact with. You got to talk to Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, and Jihyo… until it is time to move onto the next chair. She went to say goodbye to the other fan after you before she turned her attention to you.

Just like that, your composure that you’ve been preserving and holding since you arrived here immediately melted. You caught the first sight of Mina having eye-to-eye contact with you. It almost felt like everything went slow motion and blurry the longer you stared at her gummy smile.

“Hello, earth to ONCE?” She asked you, waving her hand in front of your face. You were even aware that you looked stupid in front of her, giving her the first ticket of making yourself an embarrassment. Your popping eyes and gaping mouth lowered down as your senses snapped back to the real world.

“O-oh! Uh- uhm, h-hi. Oh my god.” You quickly reshuffled yourself back into your proper posture. “I’m really so sorry, I was just-”

“Yeah, I get it. Still can’t believe it’s real, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.” You chuckled. “I don’t know if I’m just dreaming right now or not.”

“Wanna find out?” Mina asked you who didn’t get enough to respond quickly. Shortly afterwards, she lend her hand on you. “Hold my hand.”

“W-wha-” Mina just giggled at your malfunctioning state. She finds it hilarious that you’re acting funny with your panicking actions at the moment.

“We don’t got all the time, ONCE. If I were you I would take the-”

Without any further ado, you hurriedly put your fingers in contact to her hand. The touch sent shockwaves through your skin, goosebumps rising. “Holy shit, you are indeed real.”

“Language.” Mina shushed you.

“Oh s-sorry, pardon my bad mouth.”

“Hehe, it’s fine. It’s normal for adults to curse.” Mina waved it off. “I get it, you’re just too dumbfounded right now. Is this your first time?”

“Yes.” You answered with a nod. “I actually just had the opportunity to attend a fanmeet to finally see you girls for the first time. I mostly spent a lot of money just to get in here.”

“Aww I appreciate the dedication!” Mina was touched at your efforts. “May I know your name?”

“It’s YN.” You introduced yourself. “Been a ONCE since last year. I’m just new, I know but I did a lot of research to consider myself kinda knowledgeable about your careers currently.”

“You sure do love TWICE that much, huh.”

“Yeah, but mostly you are.” You quickly covered your mouth in surprise. Mina was left speechless at your confession between she teasingly laughed and amazed at your “accidental” remark.

“And I love the fact that I am your bias.” Mina expressed her pleasant reaction. “Great choice.” She gave a quick glance and a stoic look at the other members before laughing in which you can’t help but to join her.

“So what do you have for me here?” She switched the topic.

“Uhm I have my Strategy album here, I already heard all the tracks and I wanna say they are all amazing.”

“What’s your favorite track?”

“The title track and Like It Like It.”

“Ooh, we’re the same. High five!” She offered you again her hand, and it’s making you crazy knowing how lucky you are to get this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to not only hold Mina’s hand but also to also share a surreal hand gesture with her. This is literally a next-level interaction you got here with her, and how dumb of you to just let it go to waste.

You slammed your palm onto hers, and both were glad at what they did. She reached for your album and signed it with her marking pen before giving it back to you as its owner.

“Thank you so much! And uhh, lastly I bought this for you.” You presented her the penguin plushie you were also carrying. “I hope you like it; I tried to find one of it that is as cute as you.”

Mina was satisfied with your compliment, pursing her lower lip and nodding at it. “And you certainly did accomplish that. I love it!” She grabbed your plushie and cuddled it with a smile. You felt touched seeing your bias enjoying your present despite how simple it is.

The manager then went behind Mina and looked at you both. “Time's up, Minari. Sir, you have to proceed.”

“Hey, take out your phone,” Mina commanded you, and you complied, quickly searching for it in your pocket and pulling it out. “Let me give you a memory to recall that’ll assure you these all happen for real. Let’s take a picture.”

You raised your phone, with your cheeks flushing from excitement and bliss. It then went all tomato when you heard what Mina said afterwards.

“Pinch my cheek.” She poked her cheek twice as she leaned her face on you. You just want to at least give Mina a warning message to take all these carefully and not too suddenly, as you feel like you’re about to get your heart exploding in flattery because of the effect she’s giving at you.

“O-okay.” You followed, placing your fingertips and pressing them on Mina’s soft and smooth cheeks. You are breathing heavily as you do so. Raising your phone and clicking on the screen, it captured this unforgettable moment you have shared with Mina.

“Thank you so much, Mina! I wish you and TWICE all the best for next year!”

“Thank you as well, YN. It’s nice to meet you.” You and Mina exchanged bows at one another before you switched chairs and face Dahyun next. Even without your figure in front of her, Mina couldn’t help to still follow you with her gaze. It was like she was struck by interest she couldn’t describe.

You also were throwing glances at her through the rest of the event before it ended. It was a lot of fun seeing them being the usual happy go lucky type of a group which also shows that they seemed like more of a family rather with how kind they treat each other. As you made your exit in the hall and enter your car, you let out every emotions you were holding while being inside there.

“I can’t believe it, I literally got inches up close with TWICE and Mina today. Best freaking day ever.” You muttered dreamily to yourself before driving your car away back to your home.

On the other hand, Mina couldn’t help but to rewind back her interactions with you. She saw the potential of you being a great friend to get along with because of the quality of your attitude. It made her a little bashful when she silently admitted that she was more impressed, as along with your personality comes an attractive appearance as well.

Fortunately, the eyes of the fans along with their opinions aligned with Mina’s initial thoughts. Scrolling through social media, she found a couple of clips from the fan meet that feature her interaction with you from different angles. Checking the comment section, it was filled with numerous words from other ONCEs positively agreeing that she, along with you, has made a fascinating, adorable moment together, which made her grin.

It truly was suck when Mina remembered that she’ll never meet you personally again. That is until one day, she was proven by her thoughts to be all mistaken when she visited her favorite bakery shop. As she was about to order, she encountered a familiar face in the cashier.

“W-wait what? Oh my…”

“Oh, it’s you!” Mina’s face lightened. “You’re the fan I got to talk last fanmeet. YN, right?”

“No freaking way, she actually remembered my name?” You were in appalled at the mention all brought by her sharp memory.

“Y-yes, that was me.” You said. “It’s very unexpected to meet you here again.” said sheepishly.

“I am too, I didn’t even know you work here at my favorite bakery.” She admitted.

“Well I just moved here yesterday after I got accepted from the job. It’s just a part-time, want to find something worth my time to be independent of.” You shared.

“So you also live here close?”

“Almost.”

“Really? Well…” She gestured you to come closer in which you did. “This shouldn’t be told to others, but I just want to inform you that I also live around here as well.” She whispered.

“Oh. Wow, it’s really making me very lucky to see and talk with you again.” You said. “But uhh, why did you told me that easily for me?”

Your question had Mina baffled as well at her decision. She came up with a reason rather, one that she could relate the most. “I… I don’t know, well atleast I didn’t told you where I exactly live, you know.”

You scratched your head as you understood her point late. “Oh yeah, my bad. Boundaries.”

Mina agreed silently and giggled at your guilty demeanor. “It’s okay.”

“So, Miss Myoui may I have your order please?”

Mina spoke out about her preferred bread to buy for breakfast. You tried to maintain the good performance, especially since this is a hugely popular celebrity as one of your customers; you don’t want to put shame on yourself, this new job you have, and your manager. After placing them on the paper bags, you handed them to her, in which you received money bills from Mina.

After securing the payment, you greeted Mina politely. “Thank you for coming, Miss Myoui! Have a nice day!”

“You too, YN.” As she was about to step outside with her manager, she rotated her feet back to the opposite direction, approaching you again on the counter which perplexed you. “Is there any concerns, Miss Myoui?”

“Perhaps you’ve seen about how we are trending right now in K-Pop media. Did you see the videos of us from the fanmeet few days ago?”

“Oh that, yeah. I was stunned that we hooked most of attentions to us that day.” You shyly said.

“I actually think you’re a good person to hang along with, YN. The fans seems to agree and so do I.” She curiously stated. “If I say I’m giving you a chance to be friends with me too, would you take it?”

“Y-you want me… to be friends with you?”

You were mindblown at her invitation. What in the timeline of this universe are you living in? you thought to yourself. What deeds have you done for you to be granted to step into this situation, standing face to face with Myoui Mina, a member of your favorite girl group TWICE, asking you to be friends with her?

At first these are all a dream to imagine. As much as you wanted to ask her again if these are all real, you don’t want yourself to have trouble acting normally in front of her again. You just stared at Mina, completely astounded.

“Yes.” Mina repeated again that she has made the decision. She looked at her manager who is giving her cautious gazes but Mina looks to prevent and calm it down with her assuring one. “It’s fine if you don’t. I get it, it’s not okay for an idol to be closer with a-”

“I accept.” You cut her off to show how much willing you are. “I mean, who in their right minds wouldn’t want to have as someone like you in their life.”

Mina felt fluttered at your praise. She showed again her usual gummy smile. “You’re too soft-spoken for me.”

“Because you deserve it.” You shrugged.

You and her stared at one another before she bid goodbye to you and thanked you again for accepting her. In the middle of your job, you have lost your mind processing the truth that Myoui Mina is seriously one of your little amount of friends now. At the van, Mina was warmed to know that you didn’t care about the distinction between your roles in life as a basis for developing a close connection together.

ACT 2

“My manager would be here in 5 minutes.” Mina said after checking the time on her phone. “Thank you for agreeing to this, YN.”

You and Mina cooperatively took each step on growing your closeness together through various ways. Even if it meant for Mina to look like a complete anonymous person to the public with her black jacket, shades, and pants, as long as she got to be with you anytime you two wanted to hang out, it was no bother to her. Meanwhile, your respect and admiration for Mina’s determination of being a true friend who assures that she gets to be present by your side when you need her grows each time that passes.

The two of you would get to know each little detail about yourselves,, whether through conversations, hobbies each of you was joined to participate in, and sometimes deep talks where you and Mina would spill some worries that just can’t get out of your head and chest that easily.

Then Mina picked up this idea she had to strengthen your trust and make your bond stronger when she sent you a message that made you bewildered during your duty at the bakery. As usual, you wanted to reconfirm if what she said was true, so you asked her again. She really didn’t have any typos or a short out-of-trance moment while she was constructing the message: she actually wants to bring you to their dorm.

Her reason: she admitted that hiding her identity in the public, which wasn’t her cup of tea to be in, is draining her. That’s why she requested you to do something for her this time, which you considered a test as well to observe how you are engaged to allow Mina to spend some time with you as a friend personally.

Without any hesitation, you granted it. You showed up at her meeting place, the coffee shop she chose. Your presence immediately plastered joy on her face.

“No problem. I should do the same for you this time, you know.”

“I thought you’ll protest or reject my invitation because of how absurd it is.” Mina retorted in a tensed manner. “But I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Actually I did thought you didn’t meant it or what. Maybe you have forgotten about the line we don’t have to cross, or yeah let’s say privacy.” You said calmly. “Like, why would you let me be in to your own personal space, Mina.”

“You’re not a stranger to me anymore, YN. You’re my friend.”

“I know. But sometimes I do feel like I’ve barely been known yet for you to trust me this much. I don’t deserve this special treatment I’m-”

“Stop it.” You felt chills when Mina looked at you seriously. “You are already special to me. Think about it, how many ONCEs I had to be close and accept them in as my friend from outside. Nobody but you, that’s why whatever you at it, you deserved to receive it from me because you’re lucky to be.”

You nodded, Mina’s assurance effectively comforting you. “Why I get to be the one then, Mina?”

“Why do you ask? Do you hate it?” Mina subtly looked at you.

“N-no, I just… I just wanna know what did you truly see in me that makes me be the deserving one to know everything about you.”

Mina became silent for a moment as she thought about it. She avoided her gaze to rewind and search for clues she could provide as a reasonable answer aside from your good personality.

“Tell me first, why did you came here to be with in the first place then?” She threw the question back at you.

“Because… I want you to keep believing in me.” You replied. “I don’t want to destroy everything that makes me who I am for you, it would be as if I just let this opportunity to become friends with you to be ruined. I… want to keep you around me, Mina.”

Mina reciprocated your hug to her and buried her face more at your chest. “Seriously, YN. What are we now? I… This feeling I have, I know it’s more than just a friend for you. It may be wrong for others, but I couldn’t help it.”

Mina’s serious expression transitioned into a beaming one. She stepped closer to you and looked up to meet your eyes. “There it is. Why should I be asked if you already knew the answer yourself? I just simply like everything about what you do, because we both know that I’m the motivation for all of it, not because I’m your bias from TWICE, but because I’m just me, a girl named Mina.”

“And to give you one as well, I want us to be fair here.” You couldn’t help it; Mina felt her breath taken away when you trapped her in your embrace. She felt so little around your arms, and she loved how cozy and warm it is to be stuck with you.

“For the first time in my life, I’ve never felt so valuable in someone’s life. That’s why I’d like to be in your company, because you’re giving me purpose to keep on living, not only because I have to strive for my own deficit, but to show that I am also important at who I am.”

“Let yourself fall, Mina. I’ll be here to catch you anyway.”

Both of you stared at one another, as you can view Mina’s surprised reaction that you do share a mutual agreement at her feelings for you. You winked at her and grinned before you continued. “But, let’s just go with the process. We can take things slow. Then, if we’re ready, we can do as we please.”

Mina nodded and giggled at the wonderful idea. “I absolute love that.”

You kissed her hooded head and hugged her tighter, just seconds before her manager and driver stopped the van in front of you two. “Hop in, lovebirds.” She already teased you both, in which you have failed to make yourselves look innocent.

The ride wasn’t that long as like Mina said, she was actually just a bit close to where you live. Upon your discovery, TWICE are currently staying this is giant luxury hotel around your area. The van entered the gates and it parked in front of the entrance.

“Hurry, we might get seen.” She immediately led you both to the elevator in which Mina can now remove her mask as hoodie safely.

Reaching the floor they inputted on the buttons, you knew that you are feet up from the ground because of how slightly tensed your legs are acting through every footstep. Manager unnie stopped in front of one of the doors and unlocked it.

“Thank you, unnie.” Mina greeted.

“Go ahead, you two. And oh…”

Both of you halted.

“I’ll just gonna pretend I didn’t saw what I’ve seen earlier.” She smirked before entering her room, leaving you both shy from being caught.

“Well that’s a pretty lame start on making ourselves look obvious.” You commented, Mina chuckled.

“This way.”

Mina approached the last door at the end of the hallway, she inputted a passcode on it before it unlocked. You felt even more nervous to enter knowing that you’re about to step onto the place where you only just used to see from their vlogs.

“Come in.”

“H-hello.”

“U-uhh, o-okay.”

You stepped inside and removed your shoes. A short hallway greeted you at first before you followed Mina behind to pass through it. After you reached the brighter end, the entire wide area of their room emerged, and in your overwhelmed state, you got to see some of the other members in the living room, just in their simple house attire.

Jihyo and Sana are just watching TV on the couch while Tzuyu is studying something on her phone based on the pen and notebook she had prepared in front of her. As they felt Mina’s arrival, they all got to see you as well, which made them panicked.

“Oh, Mina! And you, the famous ONCE who a fanboy of our penguin here.” Sana cheerfully pointed at you in which you bowed in return.

“Welcome to our house… YN, correct?” Jihyo asked for clarification.

“Yes.”

“Not saying noona, I see. Are you older than Nayeon unnie?”

“A year older.” You confirmed.

“Oh, interesting.” Jihyo nodded. “Well, hi again. Make yourself comfortable, okay? Mina, why don’t you make our guest comfortable around would ya?”

“Okay, unnie. Thank you for allowing me to bring him in.”

“Always for you, Minari.” She responded which both of them smiled. You and her went to the kitchen. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to your idea, Jihyo and Sana were sharing the same sentiment.

“Yeah, it’s a wise choice to allow him here.” She meant in a different meaning, bouncing her eyebrows and smirked.

“Right? He really does look handsome up close.” Sana agreed.

Tzuyu can hear her unnies’ conversation, and even she couldn’t blame them for being like that. She almost got distracted at her lesson in psychology class when her eyes landed on your impressive figure present in front of her.

Back at your situation with Mina, she offered you a seat, which you gratefully took. She poured a glass of orange juice per your request and instantly made you a sandwich. As you sheepishly ate the food, Mina just admiringly watched you.

“You can just say if you want more, okay? Feel free and get used being around here because from now on you’ll be in here frequently.”

“Uh… I won’t object anymore if that’s what you want to happen. I actually would like to meet the other members as well.” Your die-hard inner ONCE wishing for a miracle to become close with them speaking for yourself, because it knew that this is the perfect fantasy for you to live onto.

“Some of them are in their room, but Jeongyeon unnie and Dahyun aren’t around though. One is in her family house and the other is currently filming her movie.”

“Oh okay. I actually don’t expect them to be all around here anyway, I know all of you have different schedules and busy with your own solo projects occurring.” You said. “I’m contented enough to atleast get to meet the others.”

“Speaking of right timing.” Mina turned her attention from your back. “Hai Momo chan”

“Oh, you brought your boyfriend with you.” She teased, making Mina blush in heat.

“We’re just friends…” She defensively said under her breath.

“So far.” You looked at her to join along Momo’s playful antics and Mina glared at you to stop in which you wheeze internally.

“Hi, nice to meet you. You must know me already, but for formal manner, let me do the honor again. I’m Momo.” She lend her hand on you.

“YN.” You touched her hand. It lasted for seconds, you swore it would be just a while but it felt like Momo tightened her grip a bit more. Mina’s fake cough startled you both which Momo gave in to the gesture. “Sorry, I noticed you have a large hand and your grip is strong. You’re working out aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Actually… I kind of got inspired of you and Jihyo’s workout clips I’ve been seeing in my feed so yeah.”

“Oh, really? Woah, that’s great! Momo laughed at the revelation. “Glad that we could also influence others for body fitness. Health is wealth, as what they say.”

“Yeah it did helped me a lot to feel better.”

“Hey, if you like. Maybe you can ask permission to your girlie there and join me and Jihyo, we could use some gym buddy to drag along and introduce you to some other techniques to get fit.” She playfully punched your arm lightly and you chuckled.

“Momo…” Mina groaned at another attempt of her bestfriend making fun of her.

“Hehe, sorry. Anyways, are you in, YN?” She crosses her arm, waiting for your decision.

“Yeah, I could get used to adapt some other exercises.” You said.

“Great! Now excuse me, I would like to grab my mac and cheese on the fridge.” She said.

As you and Mina continued to talk, Momo was sneaking glances at your concentrated manner at her bestfriend while speaking. Just like the previous three co-members of hers, her curiosity piqued at the charm you possess.

“I should be the one who is thanking a lot here, Mina. All of what transpired today, I’ll never forget it. This is what I dreamed of, to meet you all and I knew before that knowing you girls personally would be like once in a blue moon but… you girls changed my life and made it possible. And its all because of you, Mina. Take all the credit, it’s yours.” You stated, breathing deeply to sink in everything that you have encountered today.

She left the kitchen with her bowl of food, crossing paths with Jihyo and Sana looking at her as they gestured the direction, referring to you. Momo just mouthed “wow” and lifted her eyebrows while grinning, in which they chuckled. Returning to her room, she took a mental note to prepare anytime once you visit.

During your hours of stay in the dorm, you also get to meet Chaeyoung and Nayeon, who were busy at their stuff in their respective rooms. They asked you some things regarding being a fanboy for their group and shared how this all still feels surreal for you. Understanding the luck you have, they just laughed and assured you to provide what brings you comfort and peace being with them.

As the sky starts to get darker, Mina escorted you in the lobby of their hotel. Stopping in the middle of the space, she looked at you and smiled gratefully. “Thank you for coming, YN. I really appreciated you being thoughtful to me.”

Mina bowed and held your arm. “About us… we’ll get there, right?”

“I know we are. I won’t let it end anyway.”

You bid goodbye to her as the manager instructed you to enter their service van. Mina watched you depart as she remained in her spot. Mentally, she wished you a ride home safely.

Unbeknownst to the both, all other six members were gathered in the living room, exchanging their first impressions about meeting you.

“He looks pretty cute and a hottie too.” Momo said. “I was almost caught getting blank for a second there, the more I just at his face it’s like… it’s sucking me into his facial features. Good thing I found an excuse to save myself in humiliation there.”

“What got me rather is how huge he looked.” Nayeon bit her lip hungrily, eyes darting sideways. “He looks like a buff baby, and God what I’d give to have a muscle guy like him and crush my head around his triceps.”

“Yeah, we get it. It’s your type unnie, but I think you have to get through us first.” Chaeyoung interrupted. “You made some good points though, damn I’d wish he’ll destroy me with his size.” She shut her eyes and smiled lewdly.

“Woah Chaeng, getting there already?” Jihyo was amused.

“But… I think YN is into Mina unnie already.” Tzuyu joined the chat. They all looked at her and those words had them in dismay. “From how they’ve been so close together earlier, it’s no denial he’s into her.”

“Yeah, but… would Mina be the same?” Sana asked.

“She probably is.” Nayeon said. “Sucks that we all went head over heels already for one guy who is already taken.” She chuckled with a bitter taste.

Mina then opened the door of their dorm, making them pause the topic. “YN is on his way home now.”

“Good. Mina, you sure did pick a good man aren’t you?” Jihyo said.

“I have no regrets, unnie.” She smiled before disappearing to her room.

They all looked back at one another, sharing the same thoughts. However, their expressions is displaying mixed emotions for their beloved friend and sister-figure.

“She is indeed attracted to YN.” Sana said.

Throughout the next weeks, your visit to their place has become regular as suggested and planned. You also finally got to meet Jeongyeon and Dahyun when they were fortunately present in the dorm, taking a break from their hectic schedule. Without your knowledge, the two also suppressed similar interest towards you, much like the others.

Being often at their place granted you the opportunity to form a close connection as well with the other members aside from Mina. It was a great thing to discover their personalities more aside from what you just speculated through seeing them on the media with their content and projects. The consequence of that, however, is that you weren’t aware that you’re transforming into a chick magnet, with how the girls are now attracted to you both perspective-wise and emotionally.

And the best aspect you have attempted with her is introducing yourselves to having sex. You have seen Mina being a bit nervous and scared at your first take with her, which is a relief that it still ended on a positive note, pleasing you in a new direction.

For example, in Nayeon’s case, she would find herself sneakily touching your built physique when she finds a chance to do so. Jeongyeon’s heart throbs when you shower her with compliments regarding your appreciation for her appearance despite the struggles she went through; Momo would position herself to showcase her sexy figure whenever you work out with her.

Sana and her clingy personality, where she’ll just randomly hug you anytime only to get a touch of your muscles, Jihyo started wearing tops that break her cleavage free whenever she learns you’ll be coming after observing you one time inevitably peeking at her assets in the gym, while Dahyun, who is aware of her curves, began using skin-tight dresses that trace her sculpted hourglass figure after admitting that it makes her look fabulous.

Lastly, the two other maknaes, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, who love getting praised for being great at what they are, have frequently shown you in an eye-catching manner.

They knew what they were doing was wrong since you and Mina are undoubtedly about to develop a bond that is sweeter than just being friends, but it’s so irresistible when they just have to rarely have some guy around with them and it turns out to be hotter and more accurate than the dream guy they wanted to love in the future. They were just being a little hesitant, limiting their actions at first on what they were doing, brought by their dilemmas, until they couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The more you pull them closer into you, the more they want you for themselves to claim and won’t let go.

In the midst of their methods of alluring and flirting towards you, their speculation went true as you and Mina called it official to be a couple months later. Living into the promise that both won’t hold back now that you are now in a relationship with the ideal woman you always wanted to date, you and Mina explored ways to make this journey with her more desirable.

What do you mean by that is the amount of circumstances where she would beg for your cock anytime she gets a free time to unwind or taking you to different places aside from your house and look for a spot to fuck. There is none that she’ll not make you satisfy her being full of cum whether in her holes or through her flawless skin.

Spending a vacation in a private resort with her, other TWICE members and staffs became a usual day for the both of you to have some sex whenever the urge brings you both together. After chugging your fifth alcohol and the combination of Mina being needy for you, she led you in one of the trees away from the group and pounce at you like a hungry animal.

Mina planted kisses around your topless body all the way from the bottom to the top where she turns herself to your neck and mauled at it. You guided her head deeper into your skin before you had enough and brought her into a wild make-out session. Lips colliding, tongues swirling, and saliva connecting your warm mouths controlled with lust.

“I need you so bad right now.” Mina said as she caressed your abs while your foreheads are pressing to one another.

“We don’t have much time, Mina. Let’s get this done or else might get caught by them.” You said as you pecked her lips again.

“Just promise me we’ll continue this later when they sleep.”

“We can.”

Mina absorbed your powerful manhood into her snatch, encircling it with immense tightness. She moaned as you began to thrust your hips again and pick up the pace slowly.

Mina went on her knees as you lower her down with your hand on top of her head. Along her movement, she dragged your lower garment on your feet, exposing your raging cock now in its maximum size ready to be serviced by your horny girlfriend.

She grasped it from the base and performed an introductory stroke before putting the mushroom tip on her puckered lips as she inhaled your scent. Mina pushed forward, the shaft now lodged inside her mouth, and began her blowjob as you held her head for assistance.

You quickly buckled your hips to hurry this up, not giving a damn about Mina’s gag reflex from how you hit the back of her throat repeatedly. She clung tightly at your waist as you used her for your own pleasure, admiring your rough treatment that satisfies her as well.

The girth of your manhood is being coated with saliva by her flirty tongue as she takes you all in, desperate for your incoming reward for her efforts. She looked up at you, confirming that her performance is sending wonders to your senses just by the look of your lustful face.

Thrusting your hips further, Mina’s nose is now bumping at your crotch. She then felt your length twitching in her mouth, a familiar signal of what’s about to happen afterwards, a very anticipatory one.

Gripping her hair, you stuck your cock in her mouth as you filled it with your creamy deposit. She lost the number of times you fired straight through her throat, but she didn’t care; all that matters is that she get to receive it all by herself.

You gently slid in your slimy cock at her mouth. Mina opened her mouth to present a pool of cum. “Swallow.” And she did exactly as you told her, gulping it easily before releasing her mouth to prove no leftovers.

“Good girl. Now get up and bend your ass for me, babe. Let’s finish this.” You helped Mina to stand and changed positions. Mina is now facing the tree and bending slightly for you.

Kneeling behind her, you quickly undressed her swimsuit to unveil her plump ass that made most ONCEs go crazy when she twerked it like a professional during their concert. You feel bad for some who are dying to grab a handful of these tasty buns, but now you’ll fulfill their wishes by taking these into your own hands.

You sniffed her ass for a second and slapped both really hard before you got up and rubbed your length across her valley. “Place it in me, please.” You wasted no more time as you pushed it forward inside her inviting hole.

Her arms embraced the tree as you pummeled through her rear, deliciously watching her skin ripple as you collided your skin into hers. It creates wet slapping sounds that both of you are getting turned on more by.

“Ugh yes yes fuck, you’re so big inside of me, YN.” Mina whimpered as you glided your hands through the surface of her godly sculpted back. Bracing yourself, you wrapped her body close as you fucked her ass faster.

The volume of her moans and stutters increasing. “Sshhh be still or somebody might find us here.” Mina then closed her mouth, her muffled screams as her ass continously being filled to the brim by your magnificent cock.

“Shit. I’m about to bust, Mina.” You went all in to your rhythm, sending her body vibrating at your rough hammering. A last plopping sound, and your crotch pressed at her tempting asscheeks as you unleashed another load of cum inside of her.

Mina huffed as she felt your cock exit her hole and some cum pouring out from her used passage. You scooped some and have Mina taste it to make every drop count.

You both put back your undergarments. “Let’s go, they must be looking for us now.” you said as you pulled Mina with you out of the woods.

ACT 3

Few days later, you were chilling at the kitchen stool, watching some memes at your phone to entertain yourself. Mina is currently at Japan to join her parents visit her late dog’s resting place since its his death anniversary if you remember correctly. You decided instead to hang out with other members to spend your free time.

Footsteps approaching, you turned around to see Momo now changed into her oversized t-shirt after working out with you earlier. She took the chair beside you.

“You can use our bathroom if you want to wash yourself.” Momo said as she noticed your body now dried up from getting sweat drenched at lifting weights.

“Nah I’m good, I’m about to leave now anyway. I can just wash at my home later.” You replied. “Why, do I stink?”

“Yes, it makes me want to puke actually.” She fake acting like she’s having nausea. Seeing your offended and sheepish reaction broke her out of laughter. “Just kidding, you still smell great.”

She leaned closer, sniffing your neck to confirm it, yet again oblivious to her true intention, her burning temptation influencing her to take measures that will get you real good.

“Yeah, you smell manly as ever.” Momo muttered. You stiffened, awkwardly letting Momo breath closely at your skin.

“Thanks, I guess.” You thriftly smiled.

Momo just tightened her lips and just watched you scroll through your Instagram feed. She prepared herself first as what she made sure to remember last time before proceeding with her main agenda of interacting with you.

“How are things between you and Mina?”

“Pretty smooth. I’m glad we could manage despite her busy schedules as an idol.”

“That’s good, yeah. What about being careful, have you guys always ensure that this thing between you and Mina remains private?”

“We do, we haven’t being caught yet or so does her by the K-Media, like we know Dispatch is famous for spotting idols meeting up with mysterious person. Yeah, I haven’t got any news yet about Mina having a rumored boyfriend. So yeah, we’re safe.”

“Oh. Even the people around you aside from the media whenever you guys outside?”

“Positive.”

“Is that so.” Momo pulled out her phone and opened it. “Can you explain this to me then?”

Momo stole your attention from your phone as she made watch a video playing in her device. To your shock, it features a recording of you and Mina having sex secretly in the resort.

“What the-” You said as Mina getting backshot from you illuminated through your eyes. “H-how did you get this?”

“I followed you both shortly after you two left, I was heading to the bathroom for a piss break when suddenly… I heard some moans and clapping sounds near me.” Momo recalled.

“Then this is what I found.” She told you seriously. “Now tell me, where’s the cautious part in there?”

“Momo, it’s not that-”

“I don’t give a shit if you two are having sex in public area, I just want you to think that what if it’s not me who saw you both and instead either some personnel from the hotel or one of our staffs? What would you do if this gets out of hand and get you both exposed by this act?” Momo scolded you.

“It’s Mina who brought us there, okay? It’s not like I wanted us to fuck there. I was telling her that we can do this later but she didn’t listened.” You defended.

“But it’s your responsibility as a boyfriend to remind her what’s right. Mina can be stubborn sometimes, I know her like the back of my hand already, so you should know better as well now that you and her are now together.” Momo stood by her point. “What made you to let her? Were you scared that you won’t get that fuck she’s craving for because she’s sulk-”

“Enough!” You slammed your hand on the table, pent up by her blabbering until your senses reminded you that this is one of the women you’ll forever have an honor to get to know with, and you swore before that if you’ll get a chance to meet them personally, you won’t do any harm on them.

And it seems that you broke that when you saw Momo shocked and frightened at your unexpected temper.

“I-I’m sorry, I- I get it, okay. It was wrong of me and I won’t do it again but…. what I don’t understand is that why do you need to record this as well? I mean, you can just say what happened and I’ll surrender because I know it’s true. What’s the use of this for then?” You said, directing your hand at the video.

“Now you’ve asked, well… I thought of something that I can make what I want possible through this.” She tapped her finger at the table, her expression shifting into something mischievous and naughty.

“What are you talking about?”

“You want me to delete this? You have to do something for me first- oh should I say, to US first.”

“What the fuck? Are you seriously blackmailing me with our sex tape?” You ridiculously asked. You are in utter disbelief right now of this true color of Momo.

“Guess you can put it like that.” She shrugged. “Yeah, we can forgive you for being so reckless to our friend and hold the consequences if you’ll do us a favor.”

“And what is that?”

Momo moved her chair, closing her gap between you two. “Fuck the rest of us just like how you do to Mina.” She smirked as she stared at your flabbergasted face.

You couldn’t process what Momo is asking you to do for her, and damn sure you weren’t expecting that she’ll have this side that’ll be very disliking of you. The once admirable and inspirational idol turned to be someone worse than you could imagine. Even adding to this horrible situation, she’s just doing this on behalf of a group consisted of people you also believed at first to be pure and innocent.

“You got to be kidding me.” You shook your head. “Are you out of your mind, Momo? Have you been hearing yourself? You’re committing a sin with this! You’re betraying Mina for God’s sake!”

“I KNOW! BUT I COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Momo has snapped, she stood fiercely at you.” AND SO WAS THEM. We tried, but… ever since you stepped foot in our dorm, we found you so attractive in everything. You have it all that most of us wanted a guy to have. Then when we learned that Mina already have you. We tried to be happy for our friend but it pains us as well that we couldn’t have the same.” Momo explained what led her to do this.

“Until we have accepted the fact that we couldn’t have your heart like she does. But… we might atleast get another piece of you that doesn’t require feelings to attain. Something that had us obssessing over you since the beginning.”

She crawled her hands at your arm and cupped your biceps, squeezing its firm yet toughness. “Mina can love you with all her heart and soul, as for your body though… maybe we can just share it ourselves for free.”

Her hands roams down to your side figure until it reaches the hem of your shirt. Momo single handedly removed it for you and you just remained stiffened at your spot as you watched her in confusion.

“And we know you’ll let us, right? You were probably dreaming of having us in your way when you were just a random fan of us.” After throwing your shirt on the floor, Momo then began to undress herself, and your eyes largened at her matching pair of lacy red bra and panties she’s wearing underneath, gulping at how incredibly sexy she actually is. It’s undeniable that every detail of her figure is a sight to behold, a complete package from head to toe that every man would die for.

She grabbed your hand and forced you to stand up. “You’ll be our personal sex slave and we’ll delete the video. Don’t worry, she don’t have to know about what we’re doing. Unless, you want us to separate Mina away from you and never see us again.”

You were horrified at the consequences Momo is considering in case you disobey their conditions. For the sake of your relationship with Mina, you frowned in worry as Momo lift your chin up to her stare at her bare naked body and her devious gaze.

“Do we have a deal with that, YN?”

Without any other choice, you wanted to save you and Mina to these ladies you once treated as supportive friends but has now turned into betraying envy admirers who wants to gain access of your body for free use.

You nodded in response to her question. Momo then started to kiss you passionately, putting touches around your chest and torso as well. She then led your hands on top of her bulging breasts and massage them to match Momo’s expectations.

She let go for a while and dragged you along her. Exiting the kitchen, you saw the rest of the girls all sitting on the living room. Momo looked at them as your lack of clothing together stole their attention.

“He agreed. We’ll be right back.” She exclaimed. You view their grins expanded with a hint of thirst and desperation for your affection.

You followed Momo and got pushed inside her room where after being locked by her, both went through hours of heated and wild rounds of sweaty sex on her bed. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure as you just focused on giving her everything she wanted from you.

Momo was laid in various positions based on what she wanted you to perform, whether its pinning and fucked her like a ragdoll around your cock on the wall, making the bed quake and squeak with your manhandling of her body, or pound her while she’s pressed on the cold floor.

She titfucked your thick cock with some short combinations of blowjob included and have it erupt with streaks of cum that splattered around her chest to finish your time with her.

ACT 4

The equipments would also receive additional purpose not just for a simple exercise as you would attempt to utilize it on pleasuring Nayeon, like making her bounce up and down in your cock while her legs split open, relying her balance on wrapping your head from behind.

Months have passed, and your new purpose for the girls proceeded without Mina having any idea about the huge unforgivable sin you’re committing. She returned weeks after Momo had you in her control. The poor girlfriend had no clue what the walls of their dorm had witnessed every day without her presence roaming around.

Their sexual needs over you intensified, and even with the possibility of Mina arriving home, you still had to do it to every member, depending on who was in the mood to beg for your cock and worship it as their ultimate prize. Whenever Mina closes the door and leaves their place, one of them—or hell, a pair or a divided group by them—would just suddenly pounce on you to take the availability.

You have taken a taste on every single one of them because of this forbidden deal, and they made these all possible in accordance with what they want to happen with you. They have taken turns on you, and you only have one objective to accomplish for them: never leave them not being blessed by your cum all over their spent body after accompanying them anywhere.

Nayeon once took you with her to be her guardian on her pilates schedule. While the coach is gone to attend some urgent stuff, Nayeon would instantly pull down your shorts and shove you cock up in her mouth.

In addition, you showered with Jeongyeon as well. Their water bill about to double because of how much water you both have wasted being tangled together. You fucked Jeongyeon while she stands on one leg with another being lifted, then she finished you off by cumming onto her mouth. Following that, you helped each other apply soap and wash off your bodies.

Sana and Momo had threesome with you. At first you thought it would be a struggle to ensure that both of them will be satisfied equally, but due to how needy these girls for you and them acting like an experts for these thing, they have guided you properly.

It made you to shuffle yourselves in different positions, either taking their pussy and ass at the same time with your cock and talented fingers as they make out or them making your mouth work as the another returns the same at your cock. They also probably had the longest time you spent having sex with.

Jihyo likes her being called your mommy, and she is very welcome to treat you as her little baby. To do so, she would either instruct you to lay on her lap as she sat on the couch and suck her tits alternatively while she jerks off your cock or taking care of you with her massive puppies and oral skills. She also surprised you with a fact that she’s carrying breastmilk already despite not being pregnant yet, a result of having great genes.

Dahyun is the most submissive and gentle type of one; she prefers vanilla sex rather than being banged up, unlike some of her co-members, especially Chaeyoung. The amount of suffering you endured for this small but terrible woman when it came to sex was unmeasurable. This dominant lady won’t let your balls store a single drop of cum for her after edging your cock for an hour and encourages you to piston her tight petite body however she wants to.

And lastly, Tzuyu was almost the same as Dahyun. The only difference was that she wants to switch roles in the bed while maintaining the same pace of the session. It’s kind of strange as well that she’s probably the least TWICE member you came inside of, as she offers instead her big fat thighs for you to also inject your cock in between and blast cum for her gifted asset.

“What’s going on with you lately, YN?” Mina started the topic. “Care to share what’s bothering you, babe?”

You have lost count of how many times you did it while handling your relationship with Mina and your sex life with her too. That’s why it resulted in you becoming physically weak, sympathizing for your emotional and mental state that is also being affected as well.

It didn’t slip into Mina’s perspective for her boyfriend. Her caring instincts for you alerting about the sudden strange transformation of your appearance and mood were noticed. She could also differentiate how you were before than this recent change you’re having.

Always lost in thoughts, gloomy, and quiet. You even reject her, setting yourselves up for another round of sex. That is how Mina would describe you currently. Since this is not the usual you that she loved, it grew concern in her.

That’s why one day, she confronted you in a must. You were just watching the landscape of Seoul beneath from the pavement when Mina approached you from behind with coffee in hand. She looked at your side figure and again, she knew something is wrong.

You gulped and lowered your head a bit more. “There’s n-nothing. Why would you ask?”

“You’ve been not acting like yourself lately. I can see it all.” Mina explained. “You rarely laugh or smile so geniunely at me, it was those that powers me up everyday but… you’ve been so lacking with everything that I couldn’t help but to ask if there’s anything going on with you.”

“None. I’m fine, Mina. Really.”

“But you’re not okay. Don’t set me aside, please. I’m your girlfriend, YN. I should be helping you.”

“What part of what I just said that you don’t understand, Mina?” You glanced at her in frustration. The tension gets heavier, until you’ve realized that you almost just shouted at Mina who only just think of your well-being.

“S-sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Seriously, Mina. I’m fine.” You shook your head and turned away at her.

Mina wasn’t thrilled at your sudden complain. She came forward and hug you from behind, her comfort almost broke the emotions you’ve trying to hold as much as your can. “You can tell me anything, you know? I love you, and I have to make sure that I share the problems with you. For us to fix together.”

Your body trembled, every words coming out of her mouth felt like a dagger to your chest. “I can’t.”

“You are. I’m always here to listen, don’t put pressure on yourself.” Mina said.

“No, you don’t understand. This is something you can’t handle.”

“Then make me.”

“If I did, you won’t be able to look at me the same again.”

“Is it being insecure again, YN? We’ve talked about this before.”

“No. This is new.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve being torn apart in guilt, Mina.” One of your teardrops finally went loose from your sore eyes. “I don’t know if how long am I going to do this, but I’m just holding on for you.”

“Is there’s something you’re not telling me about, YN?”

You breathed heavily and composed your posture, preparing for the storm impending to come. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Mina.”

“For?”

“I’ve risked something to keep ourselves together. It was wrong but… there was no other option.”

“What is it?”

“Dignity.” A dreaded expression went visible in your face.

“What’s this have to do with your dignity, YN?” Mina cautiously asked, as a strange feeling creeping inside her is telling that she may not digest what you’re about to say.

“I- I… oh God, I know you won’t forgive me for this.” You cried in her arms. “I made myself a sex slave for the girls.” You escaped from her embrace, kneeling with your hands covering your face in disgrace and fear.

Mina felt like her heart just crumpled and eardrums burst at what she had heard. Her eyes twitched and swell before it became watery from the overflowing emotions dealt by pain. The arms that was formed to wrap you in her console started to give up and fell back to her sides.

“Y-you… you did what?” Mina asked as she stared at nothingness. The sunset shining in her eyes in contrast to the building darkness of disgust around her.

“I had sex with your co-members, for a deal to keep our relationship going.” You elaborated. “Because if I don’t, they’ll threaten me to be banned from ever seeing you and the rest of them ever again.”

Mina’s fists clenched in anger. The tears flowing in her cheeks were like disappearing instantly at how hot she’s getting driven by her fury. She seethes it in, while still processing the fact that the people she once thought are her friends and would support her sincerely, would be the cause of the downfall of one of the most important things she cherishes in life through betrayal.

She wasn’t in a good condition to think properly, so her body rather took in charge on controlling what the right thing to do for now. Mina left you in the balcony and grabbed her shoulder bag from her room. You stand up and followed her.

“W-wait, where are you going?”

Mina didn’t answer.

“Wait, please Mina. Let me explain more-”

“DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME, YN. J-just… don’t. I want to be left alone I-I just can’t stand seeing every one of you for now.” Mina daringly pointed her finger at you, staring right through your soul.

The main door suddenly clicked. It opened, Mina walked through it and saw the rest of the girls who came back from grocery. Momo was in the front, blocking the way.

She was about to greet Mina with large smile on her face when she got startled from the brutal slap she received straight on her face. The girls exclaimed in shock, and Mina stared at them venomously.

“Traitors.” She muttered before taking a turn as she began walking away from them.

All of the girls watched you just helplessly standing in the middle of the room. They understood what this is all mean now. Mina has found out the truth.

SET 5

Some of them were about to chase Mina but she already entered an elevator and it closed.

The rest of them went in silent to deal with the consequences of their actions.

The entire group has no idea of Mina’s whereabouts. They talked to few people they knew that are friends with Mina from outside and nobody have seen nor met them after the incident. They wanted to believe, but they are confident that one of them must be lying as per Mina’s request to leave her alone.

they multiplied her pain than the first time her health succumbed from.

If that was probably what Mina wants from now, they can give it to her, but they won’t be put to rest thinking about how she might be dealing the darkest truth she had discovered.

Almost a decade of being with Mina, they know she’s one of the most vulnerable, and that woke them up to the harsh reality that they not just only hurt their friend for the first time….

The thought of setting Mina into another hiatus term because of their fault made them regretting a lot that they have put their guards down from getting obssessed over nothing but lust from you. Not only that, the guilt you’re having were now being carried by them as well, that’s why they couldn’t blame you as her boyfriend to be this depressed right now.

You and the girls were trapped in the dark, deafening silence and heavy baggage of self-blame. They still tried to be productive as an idol despite of the current situation, while you in whole opposite side, has to see you almost unmoved, looking at the unknown filled with somber hopes to hear your phone receive a notification atleast or ring after hundreds of missed call you have attempted.

It all stopped when almost 2 weeks later, Mina made a return to the dorm. You were in your house when it happened, and so Jihyo immediately contacted you to inform that she’s here. Driving in rush, you arrived at their dorm in no time.

As you stepped in front of the door and opened it, you were met by everyone except Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and Nayeon bowing their heads. You were perplexed when some of them like Dahyun and Tzuyu are crying too. “W-what happened? Where is she?”

“Y-YN… please stop unnie.” Dahyun spoke in ragged tone.

“Why? From what?”

The other missing members appeared from the other hallway, and there was girlfriend carrying a bag and luggages. Your eyes widened when the three are following her from behind as if they’re begging.

Mina met you in her way and you just stood there wondering why she all have her belongings out. It scares you to ask, but you have to find out. “Mina, w-where are you going?”

“I’m not staying on this dorm anymore. I’m also leaving TWICE.”

Your jaw dropped.

“And I’m breaking up with you.”

You watched Mina’s stoic expression in devastation. Your heart felt like it exploded into pieces hearing the words you never wanted to happen together with her. Yet here she was, standing at you in her broken state, managed to announce that without any hesitation.

“No, Mina. Please, can you hear me for a second? Let’s just talk.”

“Get out of my way, YN.”

“I’m not letting you. Just, please think about this first!”

“I MADE UP MY MIND!!!” Mina screamed, and it sent shivers to the girls knowing she rarely raises her voice. “IF YOU AND… THESE SO-CALLED FRIENDS OF MINE NEVER ARRANGED TO STAB ME IN BACK, THIS WOULD’VE NOT HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

“Mina, YN owes you an explanation. So do us, as well.”

“Don’t you dare lecture me this time, Jihyo.” She turned around at Jihyo and confronted her with burning rage in her eyes.

“I’m not lecturing you, Mina. I’m just trying to make you understand.”

“What is it that I have to understand?!” Mina confusedly asked. “Other than all of you fucking my boyfriend behind my back, taking advantage of my blindness? Y-you guys are sick!”

“Because I did it all for YOU!” You yelled as you you couldn’t hold it in much longer. The desperation of her to be prevented from ending all of this for good. “I had no choice but to accept it because they blackmailed me, Mina. They dared me that if I didn’t follow what they want from me, they won’t delete that video and they can prohibit me from getting any access to all of you!”

“W-what video?” Mina puzzledly asked.

“We got caught… having sex in the resort.” You revealed. “And they used that to give them something in exchange not to trigger them doing something about us.”

“Who recorded us?”

“I did.” Momo stood from the couch, bravely taking accountability for what she did. “I was also the one who proposed a plan to have YN for ourselves.”

“H-how could you?” Mina was about to break down, her breath shaking.

“I wasn’t thinking properly at that time. Neither were them. We got clouded by lust and the need to sample YN. How attractive he looks, we were manipulated to do some dirty deeds on him. And realizing what we have truly done, we’ve made a terrible mistake, Mina.” Momo explained.

“And you all never thought about how it would break my heart so bad that I just wanted to end it all?” Mina started crying. “I just couldn’t live with the darkest truth that my boyfriend and my friends are cheating on me, and that’s my first relationship tainted with sin because of all of you!”

“Mina, we swear, we thought about the consequences at first.” Nayeon joined the discussion. “We are aware that you already have YN by yourself, romantically to say the least. That’s why… I don’t know, a stupid idea was formulated by Momo here to rather claim YN by ourselves only for his body. And we admit, we are just craving for his affection that it broke our limit to accept.”

“Enough with the crap we’re trying to justify of, if there’s anyone you should blame a lot, it’s us. not YN. He had no choice, he was threatened.” Jeongyeon said. “And you may not forgive us anymore for this, but we just want to say that we’re really sorry.”

“You’re right, I’ll never forgive any of you for this.” Mina glared at anyone. “And I don’t buy any of your apology, once a cheater will always be a cheater, like they say. Who knows, all of you may done it again.”

“I swear, Mina. I never wanted any of it, I could’ve stopped if I want to, but they won’t let me be!” You said. “If you know how it eats me alive everytime I finish doing it with them knowing that I’m still in a relationship with you. I never wanted to do it, but I still did it because I need you to stay.” She watched you sobbing in plead.

“It scares me both as a fan and as your lover that everything we had has to stop if I didn’t follow them. I can’t lose you, Mina. I’m willing to do everything even if it ruins my reputation, lose my dignity, or cost my life, because I love you.”

Mina cried at your last statement. The mask she was wearing since she arrived is now starting to drop. You kneeled in front of her and hugged her thighs.

“Please, don’t go.”

Mina looked at your pitiful state and roamed her sight at the girls watching this dramatic scene in person. “Look at what you have all done.” She gritted her teeth.

“Let me guess, if I didn’t asked him about this, you guys would still do it without my knowledge, huh?” She bitterly chuckle regarding about the absurdity of their reasoning. They just all bowed in shame, knowing that Mina got them defeated with that single sentence.

“I also didn’t want to leave the group, nor break up with YN.” You looked up in surprise to see her wiping her tears. “Funny, right? Despite the unbearable amount of pain you have inflicted on me, I just can’t seem to avoid this stage of life that I reached with all of you.”

“A part of me still wanted to atleast stay. No because being an idol is my passion or my love for YN. It’s because I can’t lose all of you. That’s how special you guys are to me.” They all cried after hearing how touching it was even if they knew they don’t deserve Mina’s kind-heartedness anymore.

“As what I’ve said, this won’t stop unless I had to find out. I guess, there’s still a way to fix all of these. And since I’m already involved at whatever this is, it has to remain like that from now on.”

“What are you trying to imply, Mina?”

“You girls said that you have no found feelings for him, right? Only for pleasure?”

“Definitely just friends with benefits, that’s all.” Sana said.

“Then, let’s make a new deal. This thing you have with him, I’ll allow it to continue.”

All of them gasp in shock, with a mix of utter confusion. “Wait, Mina are you serious?”

“Don’t give me that reaction, I know you girls must’ve been disappointed that you can’t fuck him anymore because I already know the truth.” Mina retorted. “If this is what would keep us together, then this should stay only with us. No more intentions of damaging or kicking out anybody else in our lives too.” She referred to Momo who got what she’s trying to point about.

“You girls can continue being friends with benefits with him, but it would be under my control this time. I have to be updated all the time at what you guys did, maybe I could learn new things to pleasure my boyfriend here atleast.” She patted your head.

“I also will keep our relationship with YN, and that’s what should always matter here. Know your boundaries because if you don’t, I won’t hesitate to take actions about it that you’ll never like.” Mina warned them all.

“These only have to stop if me and YN decided to get marry in the future. For the sake of respect to the family we’re going to build. Or even if some of you began to find somebody to love as well. Are we all clear?”

“We’ll do everything to redeem ourselves, Mina. If that what you wish for, we’ll do it.” Momo agreed.

“Just don’t keep any secrets on me.” Mina then looked at your kneeling posture below her. She threw her bag away and pushed the luggages away. “Get up, I won’t go now. But… I still have one more thing to do to ease off my mind.”

“What is it?”

Mina began unbuttoning her blouse one by one, exposing her lace-cladded black bra encasing her luscious small tits. The rest of the girls were stunned also as they witness Mina going bare-naked in front of you. Throwing the piece of clothing aside, she then moved through her skirt, unzipped and dragged them down to the ground.

You gawked at the incredible view of Mina in her favorite set of black lingerie partnered by enticing suspenders that holds her thigh-high stockings. She pushed you to the wall and cornered you there. Tilting her head aside, she glanced at the other members who couldn’t do anything but to anticipate what’s about to occur afterwards.

“I’m going to punish you all for what you did to me. That means I’m going to discipline this pathetic little boy while all of you only get to watch me empty his balls and make him submit and ravage me under my commands. Understood?”

They all nodded with an unspoken dismay present in their face, but Mina doesn’t give a single damn about it. She then went down on her knees, take off your pants and boxers, and wield the already erect beautiful piece of meat in her dainty hands.

You watched all the girls occupy the carpet and the couch, removing their lower garment to let their pussies free from the lingering sensation that Mina has given effect of her sudden persona transformation. They made their fingers go to work, groping their tits and inserting their digits in each to their sopping wet slit.

“Good luck, YN. You’re in the hands of Sharon now.” Jeongyeon concerningly reminded you.

You matched Mina’s sharp gaze and devilish gaze. She began pumping your cock with her fist close to her lewd face. You inhaled and braced yourself at the immense pleasure she’s given you already.

“You better keep up with me, boy. I won’t go easy on you today.”

Pre-cum escaped from your tip, Mina blew her warm breath at your pinkish head. She cackled as she watched you tremble. Lifting your cock, she gave a long lick from your full balls then the underside and up to your plump end.

“Shall we start?”

==OO==

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

teeth | i. rin

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, marking, sexual tension, dry-humping, cumming through clothes, 18+

✮ wc ; 1.5k

✮ a/n ; a flash comm for @1bananabread. thank u for your patience!!! i tried to focus as best i could on tension.

this is a snippet so it won't show up in the main fic at any point!! it can be an extra in that way!!! and it is from the fujoverse tag on this blog - a blog au abt fujoshi + recovering neet reader and rin.

Across the room, you give Rin a look.  

One that he’s starting to recognize without trying to. It makes his jaw clench when he sees it. Big, wet eyes like a baby deer and the soft undertone of desperation. He’s becoming good at knowing your ticks, mostly against his will. How you chew your lip, how you tap the pen of your tablet, how you draw in a frenzied anxious way when you want something from him and don’t know how to open your mouth and ask.  

It’s irritating. But it’s going to get under his skin even more if you keep it up. 

“What.” He grits. You startle. Jump in your skin like you’re surprised he even noticed you, as if you’re not staring at him. You open your mouth, then close it. “Spit it out.”  

You look flustered. You always look that way. But right now you embody it. He can’t imagine what your request could be at this point that would incite this much embarrassment.  

By now, Rin has “helped” you with a number of things. Too many to recount and all of them too close, too personal for plausible deniability. Helping you take photos for references takes up a majority of your requests - but it always ends in something more. Rin tries mostly not to think about it. Not to think about where its led and how normal you still seem to act despite it.

The fact you keep making these requests reason enough to make him seethe. Just a little.  

You take a shaky breath and give Rin a look from above the frames of your glasses.  

“C-can I give you a hickey?” 

Rin pauses. Opens his mouth before he can even think about what the appropriate reply might be. His words come out like a hiss.  

“Why?”  

You seem surprised that he asks. That he cares to. That alone feels reason enough for him to shake some sense to you. Grab you by the shoulders until it clicks.  

(He doesn’t interrogate what it is that he wants to click for you. Just that he wishes it fucking would already.)  

“Well. Uhm.”  Your feet rub together under your desk. Woolen socks worn until they’re matter as you fidget endlessly. Rin holds his stare until you crumple just slightly under the weight of it. “There’s n-not a particular reason. It’s not for my book or anything, I just uhm—wanted to do it. To you,”  

There’s a brief moment there where the world stops spinning entirely. Rin breathes. A sharp, steadying breath. Chest tight, dizzy with an emotion that wells up from the depths of him. He can’t think of anything clever to retort with, or really any good way for him to respond. He sits across from you at a complete loss.  

The next words that come out of his mouth leave before he has a chance to make sense of them. He swallows a lump in his throat.  

“Fine,”  

Your eyes go wide again. Shocked like you weren’t the one who ask. Tension lingers in the air, but Rin can’t figure out what to do about it. How to settle it. He doesn't know if he fucking can.

“A-are you sure?”  

That’s the first time you’ve asked him that. Most of the time, you’re shameless in your asks. You do it for work, just work  - and it’s always Rin who ends up….going further. Because it frustrates him to see you cower over it. Rin is used to you, by now. How you have the demeanor and general anxiety of a small shelter dog. He’s been over it all already one hundred times but—

It’s like something clicks hearing you ask him that. If he's sure. You can be so thick. It’s not like Rin doesn’t fucking know. But it’s the first time it he realizes the brunt of it.

You two are on completely different pages about your relationship.  And he's pissed about it, but not at you. Not really.

“I wouldn’t say it was if it wasn’t,” 

You look so surprised for a minute he wants to bite you. Take his teeth and dig them into the place your pulse is just to see you squirm. It’s always like this with you but right now it feels like something searing. Pressed up right against his ribs and threatening to puncture his lungs.

“Are you gonna do it or not?” He snaps, meaner than he wants. You nod, movements stiff, and clamber onto your feet before walking his way. Rin watches as you approach him nervously. Your eyes meet and you hold his gaze.  

Then, without word, you crawl into his lap. Straddling him - just barely fitting over his wide frame as both of your knees end up on either side of his thigh. Rin watches you silently. Piercingly. Your movements are trembling.  

You kiss him first. This shocks him into total silence. He returns it just so you don’t pass out from nerves. It’s clumsy like he knew it would be but it’s the first time you’ve done completely of your own accord. Normally you ask him to kiss you, beg with teary eyes.  

But you’ve got both of them squeezed shut now, kissing him with your hands fisted at his chest. Something stirs in his jeans, and you yelp when it presses against you. You gasp, low and quiet.  

“You’re—“ 

“Shut up.”  

You nod. Keep kissing him, opening his mouth up to slide your tongue in. It’s sloppy and unpracticed. You have no grace whatsoever.

Rin feels himself get so hard he’s lightheaded.  

You pull away, gently kissing the corner of his mouth. Down the line of his jaw. Mimicking something he’s sure you’ve read in your stupid doujins at one time or another. He can feel the nerves radiating off of you in waves, feel the way your body shakes in his lap. How uncertain you are. There’s that feeling again. Gnashing, possessive, mean. Not that Rin has ever been someone especially saintly.

But it’s not cruelty he wants to expose you to. It’s something else, far more demanding.  

His hands find your hips in a single breath. Pushing you down onto his lap until your full weight is rested over his hard-on. You whine when he presses up against your core, clothed cunt protected through ratty PJs. Rin doesn’t say anything, buy you know better than to stop now.  

Kissing down slowly, sweetly - you scrape and lick along his skin until you’re just underneath where his jaw and neck meet. Your eyes flutter open to look at him. It's too much for him.

Rin grinds his hips up in retaliation until you whimper. He does it over and over, steadily until you’re both rocking against each other in tandem. All clothes and hot heaving breaths, layers of fabric acting as barrier for what he's after.  

You’ve done everything under the sun aside from sex. This barely counts as foreplay by now. Even so, he’s bucking up into you with every ounce of his strength, unspoken desire shredding his sense. His hands gripping your hips, jaw grit - pleasure coiling in his stomach and wound so tight.  

“Fuck,”  

You’re crying out against his shoulder before you remember what you were trying to do.  

Your lips find his neck again trying not to be too noisy. Latching on with a soft kiss, Rin hisses as your teeth finally sink into the flesh. Your mouth is small. It’s all he can think about. He feels your incisors scrape against the skin, tongue tracing a vein. Before long, you’re sucking hard on the same spot. He can feel it. A bruise forming, broken capillaries blooming in deep dark hues of purple and red. Rin groans at the feeling. You give it every ounce of effort, holding onto his bicep tight when you do. It aches in a pleasant way.  

Pleasant enough to make his hips buck. A jolt of desire and want rips through him like a shockwave - until he’s pushing you down against the hard outline of his cock and forcing you to grind against it. It’s hard and sharp, fingers bruising. 

He cums hard. Seconds later, like a flash of lighting. His stomach flips and something rips through him and—

It’s the first time he’s cum before you. Fuck, h can feel his own cum seeping through his boxers and jeans. It’s so intense his vision blacks out for a minute before returning to him, chest heaving as you pull away and stare.  

“You—“  

Horror washes over him. Rin puts a hand over your mouth, angry and irritated. Red up to his ears to his ears and internally having the worst crisis of his life for the third time over.

He looks at your face and there's that feeling in his chest. But he recognizes it this time. Knows exactly whats making him like this, forced to confront it for the first time.

“Shut up,” He hisses, breathing heavily. “Not a fucking word,”  

You nod at him docile. Rin forces himself steady as he thinks of pinning you down and taking you.

Like he knows you'd let him. Like he fucking knows he wants to.

[amorchai]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.

pairing(s): eddie munson x reader

words: 651

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, shy!reader.

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog.

“here’s a crazy thought,” spoke eddie into the quiet candle-lit bedroom. you had took a week to talk yourself into the courage of asking eddie to come over for a movie night – the dull sky now filling the room in darkness apart from the chunky tv emitting the low light of ‘the breakfast club’. the room had mainly seen you and your ecstatic state, usually finding pride in the small room to squeal when eddie called you attractive or when he kissed your cheek one random day.

now, a few dates into your complicated unofficial too-scared-to-ask relationship with eddie “the freak” munson – who you just found insanely attractive and inventively sweet – you were hiding your embarrassed and overly infatuated state from under his arm.

it had been quiet most of the night, eddie holding you while the movie played on – you just thought eddie was really into the plot, despite him resembling john bender. however, his thoughts cutting into the air has you sure he has been distracted quite like you.

“yeah?” you ask, whispered into the room so shy that if he wasn’t right beside you he wouldn’t have caught the small word. “what if i was your boyfriend?” asks eddie. you almost choke, breath lodged in your throat and head suddenly light as you’re completely sure the blood has drained from your brain and into your pumping heart. now, it rapidly beats beneath your shaking chest.

sure, you had been on a few dates, eddie admitting he was fond of you and wanted to see where it goes, but it still felt out the blue. you weren’t prepared for such a question, and you weren’t sure how to answer either.

“huh?” you stutter, blindsided when eddie leans over to your other side to grasp the remote and pause the movie, the array of differing teens running through the empty school halls and you wished you were them for a moment, your heart palpitating beneath you while eddie’s hand shakes your shoulder lightly.

“me. being your boyfriend. crazy right?” his voice is slightly teasing, as if treading the line to see how you respond. you can tell its him preparing for rejection – a soft question where if you agree the thought is crazy he can play it off and move on. but you didn’t want to, even through your shy nature.

eddie was patient in your response, watching as your mouth opens and shuts, eyes darting across the artificial screen as you debate in your own mind how to reply to his question. you decide to look up at him, his face centimetres from yours and his arm refuses to move from safely holding you to him. a net you never want to leave.

“uhm. n-not… so crazy, no.” eddie’s eyes widen at your sentence, perked eyebrows happily taking it in while he smiles with a wide but comforting grin. eyes gleaming while he replies, “no?”

all you can do is shake your head, words losing all meaning when he’s looking at you so fondly that he nods appreciatively before delivering his next breath-wavering question, one you never thought you’d personally hear, “can i be your boyfriend?”

you gulp, taken aback by the all-of-a-sudden change in the atmosphere, the thin line eddie’s created between you both – friends to more than friends. one you were terrified to cross but also yearning for so you nod, “uh-yeah, yes of course.”

eddie kisses your cheek, a little wet and sloppy due to the grin that doesn’t leave his face. “cutie,” is all he responds before turning back to the small television, pressing a button on the remote and suddenly the kids are all running again – through the halls and away from their teacher.

now you’re glad you’re here instead of there – tucked underneath your boyfriend’s arm and unable to pull your eyes away from him to even watch the rest of the movie.

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[starconstruction]

30 Minute Kidnap

(barely) Yandere Chaewon x Male Reader

smut tags: it exists, I really don't have anything to tag here though.

Word Count: 3286

Scared.

Probably the best word to describe it.

You have no idea where you are, it's pitch black and the only nose you can hear is a leaking pipe dropping into a bucket.

The odor of rot filled your nose, you had to be close to the source, a singular rope held you against the wall by the arm, you could break free easily. But where do you go from here?

Deep breaths, you need to stay calm.

Every little rattle from above hit your ears like a train, do you wait? How did you get here? Why were you here? Too many questions, you needed to go.

It's better than staying here.

Your free hand flailed around, finding the rope, it was thick, digging around aimlessly until you found an opening. It didn't take long until it fell off, leaving you free.

You navigated the darkness with the elegance of a bull, slamming into every wall and surface until you found the stairs, taking each step sluggishly towards what was maybe a door. Caressing in front of you until the handle was in your embrace.

A bright flash blinded you instantly, light funneling into your eyes agonizingly. In front of you was the side of a flight of stairs, painted white. You didn't have the time to linger, to your right was the front door. Your ticket out of here.

You moved quickly, every potential second couldn't be wasted. Rushing towards the door, pressing down the handle, locked.

Fuck.

But that couldn't deter you, that wouldn't deter you. The fear surprisingly dying down, you looked around for keys. Nothing was hung up, there was two bookshelves here. Searching between every book and crevice, nothing.

"Oh, you're awake." You turned around, even more confused. Chaewon? Her presence didn't fill you with fear, you two have been friends for years. Met when you two were kids, in her hands was a tray with some rice and some juice. "I was going to just leave this down in the basement till you woke up but looks like you beat me to it." She laughed.

"Chae? What the hell is going on?" You asked, her expression didn't shift, still smiling.

"I'll tell you about it in a sec, let's go up to my bedroom." You followed behind her, the earlier confusion made you forget who's house this was. Everything becoming familiar once more, except for the fact you woke up in her basement.

You've been in her bedroom countless times, the same scent of vanilla hitting your nose, the gifts you bought her laid pinned against the wall and on shelf's. "Anyways, here you go." She handled you the food, but you pushed it back, certainly not the thing on your mind currently. She seemed a bit offended, giving a pout.

"Answers." You insisted.

"Come on, why are you so pushy? We have plenty of time." Chaewon said, eating some of her rice. "It'll be cold if you wait..."

"Chaewon. Stop messing around." The full name made her frown, you were growing increasingly frustrated.

"You are always so annoyinggggg." She whined, "But fine, I'll tell you." Chaewon took another bite. "So, I was going to ask you out on a date, but I saw you hugging someone else. So I just thought it'd be easier you know?"

You stared at her in disbelief, what? This was quite awkward, considering you were going to ask her out.

"Chae, I was going to ask you out..." Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. "Also do you just kidnap people often?"

"You, you were going to ask me out?" She was dumbfounded, "Fuck... Well I guess it's a bit too late."

It didn't have to be, your opinion of her hasn't shifted. Your hands brushed against her shoulder, in an attempt to pierce the stagnant awkwardness.

"Is it?" You let the words linger, gauging Chaewon's reaction, she always let her expressions show, this was no different. She looked lovingly stupid.

"Errr, uhm, maybe not?" She sputtered, "But what if you reject me? I can't handle that, no chance."

"I can prove that I would never Chae, trust me." You said, taking the food out her hand, she looked at you expectingly, waiting.

Well, it can't get any stranger.

You closed the gap, getting between the space in her legs. Your arms finding their place wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her forward as every second dragged on.

The second your lips connected it felt like the tension in the room evaporated, being replaced by the feeling of satisfaction. Her hands running up and down your back, tongues dancing together while her taste lingered. It was everything you imagined and more.

When you two finally pulled away, panting and gasping, there was the comfort you two found in each other prior to this minor altercation.

"So, we can put this past us right?" She asked, visibly ashamed of her earlier actions.

"Of course, I really like you Chae." You confessed, a weird day but a welcome day.

"Oh thank god, but let me be clear, if you run I'll find you." She said, tone unserious but you definitely didn't doubt it.

"I'm sure, so... Wanna go on a date?" You asked her out, the original plan finally coming to pass, what a strange morning.

"Of course, but let's go tomorrow, I want to stay in and make out." Her lips pressed against you once more.

Well you couldn't complain.

-Part 2-

One thing you weren't truly expecting was how intense Chaewon was. The two of you dating giving her new found confidence.

She basically hugged you the entire day, only letting you leave to go to the bathroom. The rest of the time she had you locked in her embrace. Lips pressing against hers in a warm make-out session. The taste of her sweet lip gloss quickly wore away. She pulled away, popping a mint she had as a "just in case" into her mouth before immediately jumping back against your lips.

The thoughts of her planned kidnapping rang in the back of your mind, something you rapidly attempted to put to bed. When she was looking at you so lovingly, beaming at your unorthodox but bright relationship.

"So! I know I've barely given you a moment to breathe, sorry...! I've just been so happy!" She rambled with a giggle, immediately suffocating you with her love again. Squeezing far too tight, bodies pressing together. You barely paid any mind to the sound of the television at this point, completely filtered out while your hand found her cheek.

"It's... Urgh. Alright Chae, but you. Err are crushing me." You groaned, instantaneously she let go. Drawing a distance between the two.

"I'm sorry! Sorry! I'll give you some space." Her tone was rushed, slightly solemn. Thankfully with you no longer being choked you could sit up.

"It's okay babe," Her cheeks visibly started to blossom a deep pink, clasping her hands together, eyes desperately trying to look anywhere but at you. "Haha! You should see your face. But -- We should definitely get some food." The main reason you said that was her growling stomach, she was far too occupied with eating your face than actual food.

"Yeah... Fuck, I don't think I went grocery shopping..." She pouted, her cuteness pulled at your heart strings.

"It's okay," You gave a reassuring laugh, not wanting to deter her. "We can find... Something."

Your hand found hers, walking down the stairs as you two got to her kitchen.

-

Honestly, it was questionable if this could even be called food. A packet of instant noodles shared between the two of you, not entirely sure what flavor it was. Chaewon used the last of her functional ingredients for the breakfast you eventually ate.

The two of you were eating essentially slop, the noodles somehow overcooked. Perhaps that was her fault since it was Chaewon that was too busy holding you against the counter to make out some more. But it could have also been your fault for being far too invested to stop.

The sauce used certainly did not match, but it did give it some form of flavor. Which was well appreciated. Chaewon's utensil dug through the boiled sludge, collecting what she could before taking a bite.

Her face said everything it needed to far before she finished swallowing, visible dis-contempt as you joined her in taking a bite of this... Stuff.

Disgusting could not fully describe the sensation that hit your mouth. How distracted did you two get? Reluctantly swallowing the mush as Chaewon pushed it away.

"Nuh uh, we are not eating this. Let's just order something oh my god." She demanded, pulling out her phone immediately. Oh yeah, you don't have yours.

"Ha, probably a good idea. This is repulsive, also you still have my phone." You replied, Chaewon didn't look up. Too engrossed.

"Yeah I know, I'll give it back to you tomorrow babe. No distractions for tonight, just me." She said, the possession creeping into her words. You just nodded affirmatively.

-

The rest of the night was relatively uneventful, but what was certainly not uneventful is your date with Chaewon the next night. You were a nervous wreck, just barely calming down the rapid heartbeat pumping against it's cage.

You touched yourself up, making yourself look the tiniest bit more presentable. Leaving the bathroom wearing your finest semi formal clothes, can't overdress. That'd be beyond embarrassing.

You stepped outside.

And your jaw dropped.

Chaewon's beauty was indescribable, if she wasn't in front of you now you think you'd be dreaming. A quick pinch to make sure. Her hair was done up, cute bangs covering her forehead as she smiled right at you. Wearing a big thick leather coat that hung on her small frame, her black shirt that you bought her as a gift one time. She finished the look with her jeans, hanging off of her legs. She looked perfect.

"Wow... Chaewon. You look, incredible." You said, stumbling over your words like an absolute buffoon. Luckily for you she didn't seem to mind, blushing like mad as the words processed.

"Thanks, oh my god I can't believe this is happening..." She replied, it didn't take long for Chaewon to run over. Her arms embraced you as yours quickly found her back.

"Me either, anyways shall we go?" You asked. She nodded but didn't let you go immediately, drawing out the hug for every second she possibly could before regrettably pulling back.

The two of you quickly found her car, unable to drive without your license she took the wheel. The feeling of her leather seat pressed against your back, it's coldness removing some of the nerves burning inside you.

"Hit the radio if you want." She said, beginning to pull out of her drive.

You were more than happy to take her up on that one, breaking the silence up with whatever came up on the radio. The song itself didn't matter, a comforting companion.

"I, can't believe this is real." Chaewon uttered, turning a sharp left down the road. Verdant trees slowly began to replace houses the further you went.

"Yeah, it's... Strange, but in a good way." You replied.

"I, I know we said to put it behind us but I was. No, am still worried that you don't trust me." Her voice shook slightly, you took a moment to think.

"I trust you Chae. I wouldn't be here if I didn't, errr take a right... Now." You said, she just barely processed the turn.

You opened the window, wind brushing against your face. Nice and cool, the sounds of cars driving by contrastingly violent.

"Yeah, your right.. Just, don't leave me okay? I won't let you." There was a sinister undertone in that, but one you dismissed.

"Not planning on it anytime soon hah." You two finally pulled into the restaurant drive through.

"Anytime ever." She corrected. Getting out the car.

-

The restaurant was cozy, by no means a fancy place. But that didn't matter, irrelevant. Both of you were only interested in each other, and the bibimbap that laid in front of you two.

You two were eating, but your eyes were not interested in the food. But each other, staring at each other like you were going to speak. But, it took far longer than expected for the first few word to be uttered.

Chaewon spoke first, brushing the hair that had crept into her eye. Eyebrow raising a slight bit. "Food good?" It was nothing but an icebreaker, one you appreciated.

"Yeah, we've got it a million times Chae." You gave a breathy laugh in response. The light was burning against her skin, bright as ones found in hospitals.

"Well, yeah. But this feels different." Her hand moved absently, pushing the food around in circles. Entranced in thought, how you wish to know exactly what she thought.

"It is. Better different, you look beautiful tonight." Chaewon got taken aback, despite hearing those words less than a hour prior. The emotion making your heart beat just a bit faster.

"Thank you." That was all that needed to be said, the two of you going back to eating.

The two of you didn't spend too long in the restaurant, only the beginning of your planned date.

The next stop was one planned entirely by you, driving off to the nearby hill. Not very big but the perfect spectacle for the two of you to sit. Chaewon hugged into you, her hand found it's way to link with you.

The moon watched over you, and the two of you watched over it. "Hey, you see those stars?" You pointed to the air, a bunch of white sparkles glowing and creating a beautiful display.

"Yeah?" She asked obliviously, her body adjusting the smallest amount.

"Look very closely. You can see a fish!" With your words and a bit of imagination, the stars themselves formed into a drawing or maybe a picture. Two fish, three fish.

"Fish? That's a candy cane?" She replied.

"A candy cane??? What ones did you get?" You asked, hand unintentionally playing with her hair. Soft, silky.

"Do you not remember the koi fish ones we were given? Like 3 years ago?" You didn't. But the way she talked made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

"No? But I guess it makes sense. Damn it's cold out here." It really was, for a summer night it sure felt like winter had already rushed to show back up. The shared body heat acting like a small campfire, or a blanket.

"Yeah... It is. Wanna head home?"

"Yeah."

-

The two of you practically jumped at each other the minute you got into Chaewon's bedroom, hands flailing around to remove her coat. Feeling the warmth of her smooth, soft bare skin in your hands. You rubbed her arms up and down, kissing her feverishly against the door. Chaewon kissed back with equal hunger.

She dragged you to the bed, lips never leaving each other for a second. Only breaking away to steal any oxygen from the surrounding air.

"Chae, are you sure about this? We are moving a bit fast." You asked.

"We've moved far too slow, we should have been at this base month's ago." With her confirmation you dove for her shirt, hands lifting up the fabric over her head. Revealing her toned stomach, running your fingers against her muscles.

"Your body is so fucking nice." You gasped, diving down into her neck.

"Mark me then, prove how much you like it." With that you used your teeth, nipping the smooth surface with marks of sheer love.

Chaewon's hands didn't remain idle, messing around with your pants to pull them down in between your actions. "Mmph, this feels so right." She said, and you've never agreed more. Like this should have been done so much earlier.

"Let me get these off." You replicated her earlier actions, fumbling her jeans off with the smoothness of sandpaper. But it didn't matter, her underwear the only barrier left standing between you and her entirely bare.

She made you match her state of dress, grinding her dampened underwear against your painfully hard shaft while your shirt was thrown onto the floor.

"Fuck that feels nice, can't wait for this to be inside me." She moaned, the two of you stood there for a moment. Enjoying the sensation of grinding against each other, but the impatience was growing. A rope of need that was going to snap very soon.

"Yeah, fuck I need you now." You said with lust clouding your thoughts, gently pushing her against the bed. Her body bounced onto the mattress, head hitting the pillow. You climbed over the top of her, hands worming their way to unclip her bra.

Her breasts were perfect, but to be truthful every second you waited was agony. Giving you very little time to admire them, hands kneading the sweet flesh before moving down.

"Wait! Let me remove yours first." She said quickly, lifting herself up for a brief moment. Letting your cock free, Chaewon gave a small kiss to your pre-cum leaking tip. "Delicious." With that she laid down.

Your fingers found the small string that was blocking the ultimate goal, disposing of it as Chaewon laid there in all her naked glory. Smooth skin with no faults, no blemishes. Perfect. Her pussy showing evident need, resisting your urge to go down on her. For you both needed something more.

"Condom?" You asked, she looked at you surprised. But rummaged through the drawer to her left, throwing it at you. Putting it on, no more distractions.

Your tip rubbed against Chaewon's wet folds, she moaned a small whine. "Come on, fuck me!" Well that was that, pushing into her pussy. Starting slowly at first, every tight inch greeting you with warmth and wetness.

"Chaewon, you are so tight!" You said through gritted teeth, going further. She wrapped her legs around your back, mouth agape and letting out small affirmations of pleasure.

"Fuckkkk! You are so deep inside me!" She was loud, voice shrill and needy. You moved in and out, enjoying every jolt and gasp she experienced. The sweet euphony created by skin slapping against each other.

"I love you!" She called out randomly, maintaining eye contact, faces inches away given your position.

"Love- fuck. You!" You replied, some of the last coherent words the two of you shared. The two of you devolving into a scramble of groans, spluttering, occasional broken expletives.

You watched her chest heave up and down, tits jiggling against the force of your thrusts. Her hands didn't know where to go, bunching up thick spools of the sheets. Losing her composure while her boyfriend fucked her.

You weren't fairing great, Chaewon's warmth wasn't remotely suppressed by the condom. Every thrust jolting in your core, the two of you sweating bullets.

You fought against the feeling creeping up your balls, keeping up the pressure. Her eyes screwed up, getting tighter. You could sense how close she was getting, just a little longer.

"Ahh! Ffuck! I'm, keep going!" She begged, you went a bit faster. The two of you were about to cum together, "Fuck!" She called out. Falling limp against the bed, your orgasm made you see stars. Burying yourself deep inside of her body as you filled the condom.

The two of you sat for a while, not wanting to leave the inviting embrace of her body. Only pulling out when you two were finally able to move.

"That was incredible..." She said. "Let's go shower, then we can watch a movie."

No complaints with that idea.

[iinterstellaarr]

“ugh spencer reid, i love you”

it isn’t exactly a lie, nor is it exactly the truth. spencer was an anomaly of a man, teetering between scarily smart and adorably dense that the sudden change gives you whiplash at least once a day.

it was a phrase that was somewhat casual to you now. something you’d throw to each member of the bureau like it was a casual hello or goodbye. although at some point, the bit had become less of… well just that, a bit.

it was still funny to see aaron roll his eyes and scold you for saying that for the one hundredth time, and it was still adorable to have garcia giggle and send it back your way everytime she saves your ass.

but it always seemed a bit different with spencer.

you’d said it again to him last night, although you’re not sure why considering he never says it back or even seems to acknowledge you said it at all. it was a particularly rough case for you, and he always seems to understand when you need a bit of support. you said it like it was some kind of punchline, or a thank you. maybe it was just comforting to have someone to say it too.

after a beat of silence, he coughs.

“i… uhm, love you too.”

his voice was meek and unsure if this was the right thing to say. he knew you said it often, and he knew it never really held the weight his mother always said it did, so no harm! right?

although for some reason, his uncertainty and the sort of raw embarrassment he had when he spoke made your stomach do a performance that could put simone biles to shame.

so now, here you sit at your measly desk, peering over your cup of now cold coffee trying to put together the pieces of why his answer had made the joke seem less funny.

maybe it was because he wasn’t the kind of person who said things without meaning them. he didn’t perform affection like other people. he didn’t toss out casual comfort like you did. if he told you your hair looked nice, it meant he loved you. if he brought you coffee, it meant he loved you. he never spoke the words but they were unanimously understood in his actions.

you tried to make sense of it. maybe it was because spencer didn’t love easily. not in the way the world defined it. he loved by showing up. so when he echoed your half-joke, it wasn’t funny anymore because you knew he meant it.

every syllable.

it felt like a moment you weren’t ready for but somehow had always been walking toward.

and now?

now you were stuck between pretending nothing happened and trying to understand why everything inside you felt different. like something had shifted on a molecular level. like maybe you’d been lying to yourself this whole time, calling it a joke so you wouldn’t have to admit it was real.

spencer walked past you just then, on his way to grab something from the break room. he gave you a small smile. familiar. gentle

“ need anything?” he asked.

you opened your mouth, intending to say no, but your heart betrayed you.

“yeah,” you spoke softly. “i need you to say that again sometime. like you meant it.”

he blinked.

you blinked.

silence.

“…say what again?”

and just like that, your stomach dropped.

you gave him a practiced smile, trying not to sound like you were crumbling beneath the weight of your own words.

“nothing. never mind!”

—————

he noticed you like he noticed most social ques.

quickly, but somehow always too late.

he’d had always been aware of you. never demanding attention and yet it was served to you and silver platter with a name tag engraved in gold.

you were easy to talk to. easier to trust.

so it made sense that he gravitated toward you. it was logical. predictable, even.

but then came the “i love you”

they started small. you’d toss them at him like they meant nothing. you’d always say them with a bright smile, mostly when he brought you the right files or remembered your favorite snack after a late night. at first, he thought it was just a quirk of yours. a friendly exaggeration.

but after a while, he started….

cataloging them.

it wasn’t on purpose! more like a habit he accidentally took up. he would remember every little infliction, the timing, tone, every word you spoke was like honey to his ears. it wasn’t like he was looking forward to hearing it, or like he would replay them each time in his head on slow nights when he couldn’t sleep.

so one night, he said it back.

sort of…?

“i…uhm, love you too.” he’d repeated, uncertain, testing the words in his mouth like a foreign language. you’d gone quiet just a beat too long. he could feel the silence stretching between you like a thread pulled tight.

you brushed it off. of course you did.

but something in him didn’t.

after that, he became hyperaware. he noticed how his heart sped up slightly when your name popped up on his phone. how he’d started picking up random facts or trivia just because he thought they’d make you smile and how the space beside him in the jet felt noticeably wrong when you weren’t in it.

there had to be an explanation. oxytocin. dopamine. human bonding behaviors under high stress environments. proximity induced infatuation. temporary emotional displacement.

but nothing excuses it. it shouldn’t make him want to fix his outfit in a reflective window before walking into a room because she’s in there, you should probably not look like you got dressed in the dark, spencer.

and it certainly doesn’t excuse why the thought of someone saying “i love you” to you the way he said it made his stomach twist.

the realization hit him late in the night.

he had never considered the way you said i love you that night. only the awkward stumbling of his words.

there was a gentleness. something raw in your words that made it painfully obvious to only him that it was different.

that’s why it felt different.

it was.

————

the bullpen was buzzing the way it always did on monday mornings. low voices, coffee cups clinking, the shuffle of files and footsteps and vague exhaustion.

spencer moved through it all like he usually did, head down, file in hand, a half-formed theory on the edge of his thoughts. he was halfway to his desk when he heard your laugh. not loud, not exaggerated, just natural.

he looked up before he could stop himself.

you were across the room, leaning slightly over garcias desk, telling a story with your hands like you always do. there was a small smile tugging at your lips, the kind that only came out when you weren’t thinking about it. you were wearing that sweater again. the one with sleeves you always pulled over your palms when you were focused, like you needed somewhere soft to hide your thoughts.

spencer stood still in the middle of the room.

he didn’t speak. didn’t blink. the file in his hand forgotten, the bustle of the office fading to a quiet hum beneath the sound of your voice and the way you glanced up, just for a second, like you felt his gaze.

your eyes met.

you smiled at him. soft and simple, like it cost you nothing, like how he’d imagine you smile at him waking up in the morning, two cups of coffee in hand for the both of you. and then you turned back to garcia. the moment passed.

but he was still standing there.

it felt strange, the way his chest tightened. not in a painful way. more like the air had shifted around him, and suddenly he was seeing everything too clearly.

she’s just talking to garcia.

she’s always like that. always smiling. always warm.

but no matter how many times he told himself that, he couldn’t shake the thought curling at the back of his mind

god, i think i’m in love with her.

it wasn’t a flash of lightning. it wasn’t cinematic. it was barely even a conscious thought. like it was there the entire time, just forgotten.

you weren’t doing anything extraordinary. you were just you.

and somehow, that was the part that floored him.

because now that the thought was there, now that it had a shape and a name, it refused to be unthought. every laugh, every glance, every quiet kindness you’d ever shown him suddenly reappeared in technicolor.

and he was just standing in the middle of it all like a man who had walked straight into his own feelings and hadn’t seen the sign.

[satorusugurugurl]

My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 3,882

Warning: Mentions of depression, anxiety, language, steamy kisses, pillow walls

A/N: Ah yes, trauma dumping before things get super spicy!!! Love the communication, it’s giving this could be a great relationship but it’s complicated. If you want to be included in the tag list, you MUST have your age in your bio PLEASE!!! Thank you!!

Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Your breathless words had the world crashing down around Satoru as he stared at your flushed face. His eyes widened as he released you, his own heart hammering in his chest. He had never lost control like that before! But there was this pull in his chest, one that screamed that he needed to protect you from the walking douchebag with black hair away from his; no, what the fuck? Not his girl, his client! 

“Holy fuck, I'm sorry! Shit, uhm, I shouldn't have done that.” Satoru grumbled, scrubbing his hands down his face. “I’m sorry.”

Your fingers trailed slowly over your lips. They were still tingling. “No, it's okay. I almost blew our cover.” Satoru slowly dragged his hands down his face, his eyes transfixed on you as you spoke. “That was all part of the act. If you didn't do that, it wouldn't have looked as convincing.”  Satoru visibly seemed to relax, shoulders slumping as he sighed.

“Thank fuck.” 

“It was just weird.” 

“I'm sorry?”A white eyebrow cocked up at your words. “Me kissing you was weird? Was it bad?” 

Your face flushed more, the heat spreading across your cheeks before setting over your chest. “Oh god, that came out wrong!” Your hands shot up in defense. “I-I didn't mean like that, Satoru! I just—I haven't kissed anyone in over a year and a half. So I guess I just—yeah, I’m rusty.”

“No,” you jerked your head up, “no, it was nice.” Stunning blue eyes softened, making you swallow hard. He thought it was nice. He is the hottest man on the planet, and ESCORT thought kissing you was nice.

What the fuck was this life?

Snapping out of the trance Satoru had you in; you cleared your throat. “I-I think I’m gonna take a s-shower!” You tossed the extra pillow to the futon on the floor. “Oh, and uhm, that kiss was nice for me too.” You turned, bolting for the bathroom before slamming the door. 

You slowly slid down it, sitting on the ground as you touched your lips. Satoru had such soft lips. It felt really good being kissed like you were wanted. No, no, it was an act! It's all an act. An act that had Satoru pacing the floor as he ran his hand through his hair.

It was only once he heard the shower running that he sat on the ground. What the fuck was that?! His pale skin was almost red as he tugged at white tufts of hair. He never got flustered with clients before! Maybe he was going insane. He must be because his mind keeps replaying the kiss repeatedly. 

The way you stiffened, how your hands gripped him so tight as he kissed you like he had never kissed a client before. Satoru slapped both his cheeks before shaking his head. That breathtaking kiss was nothing more than him doing his job. He was looking out for you as a client. Yeah, that was it. That asshole of a guy was the reason his heart was still racing as he thought of you and your lips.

By some miracle, both of you managed to pull your thoughts away from the kiss. You showered before switching with Satoru. He finally came out ten minutes later, grinning as he witnessed you placing the four extra pillows down the middle of the futon. You fluffed, pushed, and sat back to assess your constriction before repeating the process repeatedly until Satoru barked out a laugh from behind.

“Quit the impressive wall you’ve built.” Looking over your shoulder, you watched Satoru pull a tank top over his head. He slowly pulled it down over chiseled abs that had to have been crafted by a Renaissance artisan. Because there was no way those were real. “I’ve never had a client do that before.”

”Please don’t take it personally.” You whispered under your breath before fluffing another pillow. “It makes me feel a bit better; I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in a while.”

“Hey, no worries, whatever makes you feel comfortable, you keep doing it.”

God, why was he so nice? Sure, you paid him the big bucks to pretend to be your boyfriend. But that didn’t mean he had to be so understanding and kind regarding your antics. If anything, you would have assumed your pillow wall would have irritated anyone. You know for a fact that Toji would have hated it.

His kind, understanding patience had you transfixed on his movements as you both settled into bed. You were on your side, facing him as he stared at the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head. The silence wasn’t at all awkward. It was comforting in a way. You didn’t have to force yourselves to make dreadful small talk; you could enjoy the silence. 

The silence, however, had questions eating away at your insides. “Satoru?” Your voice mingled with chirping crickets and the warm spring breeze outside. You waited until his head turned in your direction before you continued. “Would it be okay if I asked you a question?” His face softened as he nodded his head.

”Of course.” 

“Why did you become an escort?”

Satoru chuckled, rolling onto his side so you both faced each other. “I think I’ve answered that question about a million times, so it’s easy.” His arm snaked around one of the pillows between you, hugging it to his chest. “I come from a pretty influential clan. It’s all about power, money, and success with them, and being an only child, they expected a lot from me.” His eyes rolled. “The old geezers kept going about when I would get married and have my own kids. And I didn't want anyone else feeling that way.” A cunning smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So, I became an escort to help people.” He snickered, hugging the pillow tighter. “Plus, I get to annoy those controlling old farts. So it’s a win-win for me. But I still handle my family affairs; being an escort is like my second job.” His words were genuine, and they had you smiling.

”That’s actually really sweet.” You shifted, inching just a bit closer to him. “You seem like a genuinely nice guy, doing stuff like this for strangers.” You giggled nervously, shaking your head. “That speaks volumes; I know you’re a nice guy, but I don’t know a thing about you.”

”I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Honestly.”

“Really?”

“Really.” 

“Okay, so do you like sleeping with your clients? Or has sex lost its spark?” You watched him curiously.

He shrugged a shoulder, smirking. “Sex is still good when it's with a good partner. But I honestly don't sleep with a majority of my clients. One because, well, let's be honest, they can't afford it. I charge double the price of a single day for sex. So that's ¥240,000.” 

“For sex?!” 

“Yep! So people can't afford it, especially when I do family events like this. But I usually refuse; I don't particularly like sleeping with someone unless I know them. You know?” 

You hummed, and Satoru grinned, inching himself closer. Another one of your constructed pillows shifted out of the way. “I understand. I'm glad you have the right to refuse.” He nodded, blue eyes almost sparkling in the light of the moon flooding the room. “Have you ever been in love?” 

“Puppy love, nothing more than that.” Satoru pursed his lips in thought. “But I'm not opposed to falling in love someday.”

“God,” you groaned, rolling into your back, “look at me, asking you stupid questions like I’m in high school.”

Satoru sat up, laying on his elbow as he looked down at you with a pout. “No! No, I don't mind! I like talking to you.” He was leaning over you, smiling wide, white strands of hair falling in his face.

“I like talking to you too, Satoru.”

Satoru wanted to reach out and move Y/H/C strands out of your face. To see if your skin felt as soft as it looked, to feel your warmth. His hand moved, and just before it touched you, he dropped it, clenching it in the pillow

“Y/N, could I ask you something?” 

“Seeing as I asked you something, it's only fair.” You smiled, and it was so fucking cute Satoru wanted to bury his face in the pillow and kick his feet. Restraining his urge, he cleared his throat. 

“You mentioned your ex in passing. I'm assuming it was that asshole from earlier?” You frowned, nodding. “I don't like to pry or push my clients, but I keep thinking about what you said. What did you mean by ‘why didn't he?’ when I asked why he broke up with you.”

Sitting up, you sighed, eyes slowly shutting. Remembering that night was something you desperately tried to avoid. Satoru, however, had opened up to you, and he was helping you. Plus, he'd already caught a glimpse of Toji, so you might as well bite the bullet and tell him. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. “Toji Zen’in and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first for everything, so of course, I fell hard. We moved in together when we graduated high school into a small apartment in Kyoto. We got engaged at nineteen, and things went downhill.” Your grip tightened around yourself. “To make a painfully long story short, Toji developed a gambling habit, burning through his savings while I was in college.” The sheets shifted as Satoru sat up, turning to watch you with narrowed eyes.

“So, as a novice baker working at my parent's inn at twenty-one, I faced a dilemma. My fiancè was jobless, nonetheless, and behind on our rent.” The inside of your nose began to burn as tears threatened to escape. “I could leave him and focus on me and my career. I'd be losing my home and the supposed love of my life. Or I could use the money I saved up for pastry school to cover the rent we were behind on.” 

Sheets shifted, and a large hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into Satoru’s eyes. “You didn’t.” The tears streaming down your cheeks answered his question. “Y/N—” A sad, broken laugh sounded in your chest. 

“I did. Used everything I saved up to keep us in our apartment for four years.” Nausea churned in your stomach as you laughed a little louder. “After all of that, everything I did, he broke off our engagement. He said he didn't love me, that he couldn't see himself with me five years down the road.” More tears fell down your cheeks, landing on the sheets. “Toji said I was too focused on my career, my dreams, that I was eating too many sweets. That I wasn't as exciting as I used to be.” Satoru’s gaze darkened as you spoke, watching you wipe uselessly at your eyes. “That devastated me, so I packed up, moved to Tokyo, and got pastry training. I haven't been back since.” 

“That fuckin’ dick!” Satoru looked obviously upset over everything coming out of your mouth. “Seriously, you're beautiful, god I hate people like that!” No one should ever be treated the way you have been. To take care of a partner, give up on a dream for someone who you were supposed to marry, to have them pull shit like that. It made Satoru sick to his stomach. 

“Yeah, I'm still trying to get over it. In a way, I guess I'm happy it happened because I feel like I wouldn't have gotten as far in my career as I have. But the scars are still there, along with the trust issues. I can't bring myself to date anyone, let alone have sex.” 

Oh. Satoru perked up at you mentioning sex. You had told him you didn't need sex. The reasoning behind that was like an itch he couldn't scratch. You brought it up, so he might as well take the opportunity to ask while he had that.

“Why is that? The sex part, I mean, you deserve your needs to be taken care of as much as the next person.”

“That my friend is because he broke up with me right after we had sex. Imagine just having an orgasm, and your boyfriend gets off of you and tells you he wants to break up before listing everything wrong with you.”

“Fuckin’ shithead.” Satoru wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest and hugging you as tightly as possible. “I'm so sorry you went through that. He's an asshole for doing that to you.” Satoru’s hand gently stroked your head as your face rested in the crook of his neck. “I hope you recover soon because you deserve to feel loved and happy.” His hand paused as he snickered. “And have mind-blowing sex that makes you forget all about those bullshit excuses he gave you.” 

Gojo Satoru’s words and tone were so genuine you found yourself smiling into his neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you lay down. “I hope so, too. Thank you, Satoru.” 

“No, thank you for sharing that with me; it means a lot.” 

The two of you stayed like that, his hand stroking your hair while you rested on his chest. Your pillow wall lasted thirty minutes and was never constructed again that night or the following one because there was a comfort you and Satoru found in each other.

The two of you had so much fun during the day. Laughing and talking as you would hang around with your family and friends. You told stories and jokes and went to dinners with the wedding party together. He got along well with everyone, and your friends liked him and his looks. At the same time, your parents admired him for helping around the inn, delivering towels to guests, and cleaning up with you. They saw him as a perfect partner, just like you had paid him to do it.

But you were beginning to wonder if it was just his job or just him being Gojo Satoru. The amount of laughing and talking you did in front and behind closed doors didn't feel like he was doing another job. He seemed to be enjoying himself truly. The days seemed to fly by, and it was hard to believe it was Wednesday night. Satoru walked you to the bar your friends were at for the bachelorette party. If it was Wednesday, you only had four days left with him. 

“Are you planning on getting drunk, like super drunk?” Satoru asked, looking at you from over his sunglasses. “Because that's a sight I would pay money to see.”

“Nah, I'll have a few drinks, but I don't like getting hammered drunk.” You gently bumped your shoulder into his side. “You sure you don't want to join us? The girls said they’re okay if you join.”

“Eh, I don't like drinking. I'm a lightweight, and it never appealed to me. If Suguru were here, oh, he'd be down.” You beamed up at him as he mentioned his one and only best friend. “Seriously, he'd love this shit. Being surrounded by girls, drinking with them.” Satoru shoved his hands in his pockets. “Seriously though, he'd love you. You two would get along great. I’ll have to introduce you to him when we get back to Tokyo.” 

His words struck you like a hot iron. He was pulling out his phone and checking the time, oblivious to what he had just said. The man you were paying to be your boyfriend for a week wanted to introduce you to his friend? His best friend! 

It had your heart fluttering as butterflies swarmed in your stomach. Satoru hadn't even corrected himself as he peered down at you, returning the warm and happy smile you were positive was tugging at your lips. God, you hadn't been this happy in so long.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” 

“Cool! We should set something up. Maybe we could get din—”

The door to the bar flew open, and your friends, all looking intoxicated, spotted you. “There she is! Hurry up, Y/N, you need to catch up!” the bride-to-be slurred as she reached for you. 

“Waaait!! Mina, let her say bye to Satoru!!” another bridesmaid said, smacking her arm. 

“Right! Right, sorry!”

You giggled, looking into Satoru’s cerulean eyes. “I'm being summoned. I should get going.” Gojo snorted, leaning down and kissing you on the lips. “I'll see you later.”

“Uhm, excuse me.” Mina had a disgusted look on her face. “What the fuck was that lame-ass kiss?” Your other friends nodded in agreement. “Satoru, what the fuck? Don't you like Y/N?” 

“Of course, I like my girlfriend Mina.” 

“Then kiss her like you mean it!!” 

You turned, giving Mina a look that could curdle dairy. “Mina, stop.” She flipped you off, her attention never leaving Satoru’s face.

“If I don't get to go to a strip club, I wanna see a steamy kiss!” The other girls whistled and cheered. “I want it steamy! I'm talking smutty romance-level shit!” 

“Mina!” 

“What you both are hot as fuck! Consider it a wedding gift!!”

“Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!!” 

Oh great, now your drunken friends were chanting, and bystanders were watching. With a grimace, you turned to the very amused Satoru, who stared down at the drunken girls before his gaze fixed on you.  He shrugged a shoulder as if saying, sure, why not? But he left the decision up to you.

While you were tempted not to make your poor pretend boyfriend a walking spectacle for a group of drunk women. The thought of having to listen to them bitch and moan about you being a party pooper was way worse. So you sighed before turning to face Satoru with a smile. 

“You heard them. If we do this, I can return the dish set we bought.” 

“You don't have to tell me twice.” 

Satoru grabbed you by the throat, pinning you against the wall of the bar. His lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss you'd only seen in movies. His tongue was licking your bottom lip, and you so willingly obliged, opening your mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. Satoru trailed the hand that was around your throat down your curves. His large hand gripped your hips as he growled. Fuck he tasted so good, like cola and vanilla candy. Your tongue moved against his, trying to taste more of him. 

While you tasted like strawberries and chocolate to him, it was like a symphony of tastes between your tongues. One that he didn't want to end, his knee pushed its way between your legs, pressing firmly over your clothes core, making you gasp into his mouth, eyes going wide as the intimate touch. Your moan only made Satoru kiss you harder, desperate to feel the vibrations from the desperate sounds escaping your mouth.

“Whoa! Okay! Okay!” Mina shouted, her wine spilling as she hurried forward. “I said kiss her! Not fuck her in public.” Your best friend playfully swatted at his arm.

When Satoru broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your bottom lips as you both gasped for air. The sheer intensity of the kiss rendered you speechless as he allowed his eyes to trail over your face. Taking in the flush tint of your cheeks, the way your body trembled under his hand, and the subtle way your hips rocked forward against his thigh. It looked like the kiss had as much of an effect on you as it did on him.

He pressed a soft kiss against your slightly swollen lips. “You did ask for a smutty book kiss.” Satoru sighed as he pulled away. “I just delivered what you asked for.” Mina said something along the lines of ‘smutty kiss without the smut, please’ as she headed back into the bar. “Well, she might not have enjoyed it, but at least you seemed like you did.” His teasing tone slowly brought you back to reality.

”Y-Yeah, it was lovely.” You fanned yourself before heading to follow after your friends. “I’ll see you later tonight.” You breathed out, but just before you could make it inside the door, Satoru grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a hug.

”Call me when you’re done, and I’ll come get you, okay?”

”Okay.”

His lips were against yours again before he released you. “Okay.” He repeated your word back to you before waving you off as he headed back in the direction of the inn.

His kiss, the tone of voice, and the mere conversation of introducing him to his best friend whirled around your mind as you guzzled down a shot of sake, which had to have been the fifth one in the last forty minutes. While the other bridal party members were laughing and talking, you stared at the table. The kiss and Satoru’s words replayed over and over again in your head, like old sitcom reruns. 

Was it normal for an escort to tell a client they wanted to introduce them to their friends? Was he just being friendly or taking pity on you? Then there was that kiss outside of the bar! He didn’t have to put his knee between your legs, but he did! Now your panties were wet, and the more you thought about the kiss, about him, the wetter they seemed to get.

Holy shit, what was wrong with you!? 

Just three days ago, you told the guy you didn’t have sex; you didn’t need it. But the more you got to know him, the more times he kissed you, the more your icy resolve began to melt. Gojo Satoru was lighting a fire within you. One that you were very cautious of because you didn’t want to be burned again.

You got up from the table, swaying as you headed for the bathroom. Was Satoru just being nice? Or did he feel the same way you did? There was some sort of connection between the two of you. One that you might want to explore if he wants to as well. Why else would he talk to you the way that he did?

Entering the bathroom, you sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your fingers trailed over your still-swollen lip. Toji had never kissed you like that in the past. Staring in the mirror, you groaned. An image of Toji stood behind you, haunting you like he had done for the last year and a half. 

“Ugh, just get the fuck out of my head and let me heal already.” You scolded the image of him in the mirror, flipping it off.

”I’m in your head?”

Your heart stopped, and your hand dropped to your side. Toji’s image smirked as he tilted his head. You were getting ready to ask yourself how drunk you were when Toji moved. His hands landed on the sink, caging you in while the smell of cedarwood engulfed you like a cloud of smoke.

”Toji—!”

“Shut up, we need to talk.”

(TBC)

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Life Worth Living |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Matt x mutant!fem!Reader Word count: 5.8k [Series Masterlist] [Matt Murdock Masterlist]

tags/warnings: 18+; dark themes/content, canon typical violence, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, smut, plot twists, fluff and angst, torture, mentions of sexual abuse, canon divergence, Reader has a fake name & is Matt's neighbor

a/n: This update definitely has some angst and gore in it, be warned! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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The coffee shop was teeming with the morning rush, most patrons standing agitatedly in the long line as they waited for their caffeine fix before heading into work. The smell of fresh roasted coffee filled the air as Karen and you stood near the counter waiting for your orders in relative silence, the both of you almost shoulder to shoulder in the crowded coffee shop. Your eyes felt like they were on fire as you raised a hand, rubbing at them as if that would somehow alleviate the exhaustion you felt this morning.

“You weren’t kidding about staying out all night,” you muttered to Karen.

She sent you a sheepish smile, her hands fidgeting with the belt on her skirt as she glanced down. “Yeah,” she breathed out awkwardly. “I uhm, I really didn’t feel comfortable going back home last night.” She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before shooting you a tight smile. “Thanks for coming back to my apartment with me, too. I didn't really want to wear that dress for an entire second day and I just…really didn’t want to go there alone.”

You shrugged lightly in response, smiling at her next to you. Last night you’d learned the story of how she’d met both Foggy and Matt–they’d been her lawyers in a murder case. A crime she hadn’t committed that had happened in her own apartment because of her employers trying to keep her quiet. You didn’t exactly blame her for not wanting to go back there by herself after that, and it wasn't like you were afraid of anyone lurking in there, either. You certainly weren't defenseless. 

“Wasn’t a problem,” you assured her. “I didn’t mind.”  

She nodded in response, inhaling deeply before forcing a smile onto her face. “Thanks for coming out last night, too. Though, I’m sorry Foggy and I were probably incredibly annoying.” She laughed softly, glancing away as if she was somewhat embarrassed. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like to deal with sober.”

An amused huff fell out of you as you recalled last night. Karen had remained in a giggly state almost for the duration of the evening while Foggy had very obviously flirted with her–something she appeared oblivious to. Besides learning about how Karen had become friends with Foggy and Matt, you’d managed to dodge too many personal questions about yourself with how drunk they’d gotten.

“Honestly, it was fun,” you told her. “Though I can’t say it wasn’t more enjoyable when you both finally sobered up early this morning.” 

The barista behind the counter called out your orders, placing the paper cups down onto the marbled countertop. Both of you stepped forward to grab them, each of you moving sluggish from not having slept at all last night. They really had been determined to stay out all night–or at least, Karen certainly had.

“But it was definitely more enjoyable to converse with you two when you could make coherent sentences again,” you teased her, bringing your coffee to your lips.

“Oh, God,” Karen grumbled, wiping a hand down her face in embarrassment. “We must have sounded ridiculous.”

The pair of you maneuvered your way through the busy shop, heading towards the exit. Pushing the door open, you stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the morning bustle of the city rushing past. A few people shot you both glares as you tried to weave through the swarm of foot traffic outside.

“Just a bit,” you said with a grin.

Karen took a sip of her cappuccino, eyes closing to revel in the caffeine for a moment beside you as you both walked. When she opened her eyes again, she glanced over her shoulder at you, a warm smile on her lips.

“Thanks for the coffee, too,” she said, holding it up.

“Looked like you could use one after last night,” you replied. “And considering you offered to work for Foggy and Matt for free, I thought I’d help you out.”

She bit her lip as she came to a stop beside the street, pausing to look both ways before beginning to cross. You followed after her, keeping an eye out for traffic as you went. 

“I really should get them to pay me something,” she said with a laugh. “I can't exactly pay my bills without money.”

“Yes, you definitely should,” you agreed.

The pair of you continued down the sidewalk across the street, walking side by side and exhaustedly sipping at your warm drinks. Your body felt like it was on the verge of collapsing and you knew the lone coffee wouldn’t be enough to make it through the day. You probably shouldn’t have stayed out quite so long with them, but you’d genuinely been enjoying yourself. Something that didn't happen often.

A few minutes later, Karen stopped abruptly in front of a brick building. Almost running into her in surprise, some of your coffee sloshed up onto the lid when you halted. Beside you, Karen waved her hand at a sketchy looking door as she smiled at you.

“This is it,” she said.

Your brows furrowed at the sight of the building as you scanned it over before taking in the sign on top. This looked nothing like the law firm her and Foggy had been telling you about last night. Even the sign was for a hardware shop.

“This is Nelson and Murdock?” you asked skeptically. 

Karen rolled her eyes as she stepped over to the dingy white door set into the brick of the building. “I know what it looks like,” she said. “But there's actually a few different offices inside. Come on, I’ll give you a brief tour.”

Following after her, you entered the building and headed down the hall past multiple different office suites. Curiously, you glanced at each one as you passed them until the pair of you reached the last door at the end of the hall. On the glass of it there was a taped piece of paper with the words ‘Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law’ written in black sharpie. 

You waited silently as Karen unlocked the door to the office, sipping at your coffee as you wondered what to expect inside. A moment later, she swung open the door and stepped into the office. Following in after her, you immediately noticed the folding table with a small stack of papers on top of it in the main room. Just opposite of the table, up against the wall, were a few boxes which appeared to be filled with files. You took a few steps into the room, surprised at how sparse it was.

Dropping her purse onto the folding table, Karen turned around and took another sip of her coffee, her eyes on you over the lid of it as she drank. Swallowing down the liquid, she lowered her cup and raised a brow at you.

“Would you like the grand tour?” she asked.

Biting your lip in response, you glanced around the small office. A tour? You didn’t think there was much to tour here.

“Sure?” you answered hesitantly. 

Karen set her coffee down on the table beside her purse before waving her arms around the both of you in a wide, sweeping gesture. “This is my office. It’s where I answer calls and sit and greet clients–if we had any.” Pushing off the folding table, she crossed the room and pushed a door to the right open before gesturing inside. “This is Foggy’s office–he’s working on decorating, or so he says.” 

She closed the office door before turning and pointing to a door beside Foggy’s office, though she didn’t bother to open it. 

“In there is supposed to be the conference room,” she explained, “but there’s absolutely no furniture. So right now it’s just an empty room.”

Your finger tapped idly against the cup in your hand, watching as she crossed the main office, her heels clicking along the floor. She pushed open the door to another room on the opposite side of the space, and you took a step forward, peering inside curiously. Just like Foggy’s office, there was only a worn desk and a folding chair inside of it.

“And this is Matt’s office,” she told you. “We’re uh, still working on getting more office furniture.” 

“I can see that,” you mused.

Drawing your coffee cup to your lips for another drink, you watched as Karen moved just past Matt’s office, gesturing to a small little corner of a space tucked away inside the main office. It was so tiny and hidden that you hadn’t even noticed it there at first.

"And this is our break room,” she told you, sweeping her hand towards the space that looked like it barely fit one person in it at a time. “There's a little coffee maker and some cups but that's about it. Foggy keeps stealing sugar packets for us, but we’d need coffee or tea to put it in. So really, all we have is sugar."

You bit back the smile threatening to overtake your face at the comment as Karen headed back towards the folding table, resting her hip against it. That definitely sounded like the Foggy you’d gotten to know last night. 

“And that’s the tour,” she said, grabbing her coffee from off the table.

Eyes scanning around the small office, you took it in once more. “When they said they just started their own practice together,” you began, focusing back on her, “they really did mean they just opened it, didn't they?”

Karen had opened her mouth to answer you, but the door to the office swung open behind you before she could get a word out. Turning around, you saw Foggy step inside, a coffee in his own hand and obvious dark circles under his eyes. He grinned when he spotted you, shutting the door behind himself.

“Olivia, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Foggy greeted. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Karen and I grabbed coffee across the street,” you told him, eyeing the way he rubbed at his forehead. “You doing okay there, Nelson?”

“Me?” Foggy asked, perking up at your question. “I’m great. Or I will be when I finish this,” he answered, raising his cup of coffee in the air. “Just next time,” he said, glancing behind you to Karen, “maybe we shouldn’t drink the eel.”

Karen let out a laugh, quickly nodding her head in agreement. Eyes following as Foggy made his way further into the office, you watched as he took a sip of his coffee. He looked like he was about to pass out any minute–and he’d actually gone home to be responsible and get a couple hours of sleep. 

“You keep saying that,” you pointed out, raising your latte to your mouth, “and now I’m not sure I even want to know what that means.”

“This drink at Josie’s bar,” Foggy began, turning back towards you. He opened his mouth before pausing, shaking his head and waving a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just tell me ‘no' if I ever ask you to do it.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you assured him.

The sound of the door opening again caught the attention of all three of you. Looking over your shoulder, you caught sight of your neighbor, Matt. Almost instantly you noticed the way he was moving slowly as he gently closed the door behind himself. Seconds later, you felt that odd prickling feeling dancing along your skin and your eyes narrowed at him.

“Hey buddy!” Foggy called out as Matt leant his cane against the wall. “We were just–”

Foggy broke off on a gasp the moment your attention flickered to the same thing his just had. There was a deep purple bruise blooming across his face, barely concealed behind those dark glasses.

“Dude, what happened to your eye?” Foggy asked.

“Shit,” Karen breathed out from across the room, wincing at the sight of his face. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Matt answered offhandedly, adjusting his glasses further up his nose. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going last night. It was my fault. Not a big deal.”

Standing there holding your coffee in your hand, you eyed Matt curiously. You’d seen plenty of bruises in your time. There was no way he’d just had an accident that gave him something that looked quite so painful.

“You need a service dog,” Foggy pointed out, gesturing his coffee at Matt. “I keep telling you that, but this just proves it.”

Matt chuckled at the comment, shaking his head. “I am not going to get a dog, Foggy.”

“And why not? What’s wrong with dogs?” Foggy pressed. “Do you not like dogs? Because Matt, buddy, everyone loves dogs.”

“I love dogs,” Karen tossed out.

Foggy waved a hand at Karen, his energy levels clearly picking back up. You smiled as you took another sip of coffee, watching the trio with amusement. Though you still couldn’t shake that lingering feeling of something passing over your skin.

“Exactly!” Foggy exclaimed before turning towards you. “Olivia? Chime in here?” The second Matt’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, Foggy quickly turned towards his friend and business partner. “Your new neighbor, Olivia, is here, by the way,” Foggy explained briefly. “Suppose we should’ve led with that.”

Clearing your throat awkwardly when Foggy’s expectant expression focused on you again, you shrugged. Truthfully, you’d never had much experience with a dog. Or any pet for that matter. Though you’d stumbled across stray cats.

“I mean I’m…partial to cats?” you offered.

“Oh come on!” Foggy groaned, tossing his head back.

Matt’s lip twitched upwards at the corner, a small smile playing across them at your response. His head tilted in the direction your voice had come from and the hair on your arms rose. That was…odd. It was almost as if you could feel him focusing on you. But why?

“Good morning, Olivia,” Matt greeted you, voice full of charm. “I didn’t realize you were here, I apologize or I’d have greeted you sooner.”

“Oh that’s–” you paused, clearing your throat before shaking your head. Why was his attention making you physically feel so strange? “It’s alright. Good morning, Matt.”

“You missed a hell of a night last night,” Foggy cut in, his eyes narrowing at Matt over his coffee cup. “Where even were you? Karen and I were banging on your door for a while but you never answered.”

“I was uh…” Matt coughed, glancing down at the floor. “Busy.”

Foggy paused before something like recognition dawned on him at what Matt had told him. “Uh huh. Well while you were busy, Karen and I went out and got drunk. Since you weren’t around, we ended up roping Olivia here into staying up all night with us.”

Matt’s brows rose high behind his dark glasses, his head lifting curiously at that. “Did you now?” he asked.  

His head turned in your direction again, that weird feeling still present along your skin. How the hell did he have that effect on you? It made no sense and it was making it hard to focus. 

“They made a good point,” you answered, eyes still curiously narrowed at him in return. “I just moved here and don’t really know anyone. Staying up all night with two strangers in a new city sounded like a horribly great idea.”

Matt’s smile slowly grew at your response. Even with his glasses on, you could see the way the lines near his eyes crinkled. There was a lone dimple in his cheek that you caught beneath the dark stubble on his face. 

“Then I deeply regret my absence last night, Miss Allen,” Matt said, his voice smooth as he spoke. 

He paused, his tongue briefly flitting out against his lips. The motion drew your eyes and you could have sworn his lips twitched into a smirk. 

“I wish I could have helped welcome you to the city,” he continued. “Maybe some other time you’d be interested in coming out with us to Josie’s?”

Biting your lip, you hesitated. He seemed harmless enough, though whatever effect he had on you was confusing. You weren’t sure if it was something to be concerned about or not, but maybe more time around him might help you make sense of whatever was happening.

“I suppose I’d be open to that,” you answered slowly, brows faintly pinched together as you studied him. “Though, I think I’m done staying out all night.”

Matt chuckled, that charming grin still on his face. “Of course. Wouldn’t expect you to repeat that anytime soon.”

“We definitely are not twenty-one anymore,” Foggy agreed, running a hand through his hair in exhaustion. “I need coffee in an IV this morning. And whatever else has caffeine in–”

A knock came at the door of the office, the sound abruptly cutting Foggy off. You watched as all three just stood there in a mixture of surprise and confusion. 

“Someone’s at the door?” Foggy asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“It would appear so,” Matt answered, still grinning. Turning his attention on Karen, his dark brows rose behind the red lenses. “Karen? You want to get that? It appears we might have a client.”

Karen blinked a few times in surprise before she shook her head, plastering a smile onto her face. “Right, yeah, a client,” she said, almost in disbelief at the fact. “Yeah, let me just–”

Stepping out of the way, you watched as Karen hurried over to the door and opened it. The moment a tall, well-dressed man in what looked to be an expensive suit appeared in the doorway, you felt that odd prickle along your skin abruptly dissipate. Your eyes shifted over to Matt, your brows only pinching further together as you watched him focusing on the doorway now.

Odd.

“Hello,” the man greeted, a professional air about him as he scanned everyone in the room. “Do you do walk-ins?”

Foggy immediately hurried over to greet the gentleman before you smiled awkwardly back at Karen, taking a step towards the door. You needed to get back to your own place now and they were clearly about to be busy.

“I should actually get back,” you told the group. “Don’t want to be late logging in for work.”

Foggy sent you a brief smile before focusing his full attention on the potential client who looked like he might actually pay them considering how well dressed he was. Karen waved at you before you ducked your head, turning towards the exit and quickly pulling the door back open.

“It was good running into you again, Olivia,” Matt called after you.

Hesitating out in the hallway, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He was looking at you again, and that odd sensation was back passing over your skin. You caught the way his head canted to the side, his smile slightly faltering, before you turned and darted down the hall.

Your day dragged on painfully slow today–which you easily credited to the lack of sleep. You’d had to make two more lattes just to survive all the way to half past four when your shift ended. By the time you’d finished for the day, your eyes felt like they were barely open. 

No more all nighters just to make friends. 

Having absolutely no energy to even think about cooking for the evening, you headed into your bedroom and sat on the edge of your bed with your phone in hand. Pulling up a food delivery app on the device, you scrolled through the plethora of options–something you were quickly discovering you loved about being in such a large city. There was so much you’d yet to experience. 

You spent a few minutes ordering food in the app before grabbing some clothing from your dresser. Afterwards, you’d crossed the hall to your bathroom and taken a very long, very hot shower that felt far too good on your aching and exhausted body. It wasn’t until your stomach was rumbling in hunger that you forced yourself to finally turn off the hot water and get out. Your food would probably be delivered soon, anyway. 

Finished drying off and dressing after your shower, you felt partially more alive than you had all day. Though, you still planned to pass out in your bed once you’d finished your dinner. Last night had really taken its toll on you. 

Heading down the short hallway towards your living room, you collapsed onto the gray sofa before tossing your legs up along the cushions. Resting your head along the armrest, you sunk into the couch and relaxed, closing your eyes. But the longer you laid there like this, the closer to falling asleep you grew. 

With a huff, you forced yourself to sit up on the couch before reaching over to grab the television remote from off of your coffee table. Aimlessly you began flipping through the channels, not particularly interested in watching anything as you waited for your food. Eventually you settled on some local news segment, your attention caught by the three news anchors currently discussing the mysterious vigilante in Hell's Kitchen that you’d been hearing about this past week. The Masked Man.

"Some say he's a hero," the brunette reporter said, her attention on her two male co-anchors beside her. "Apparently after last night, rumors are flying around the city saying that he was responsible for taking down that human trafficking ring. They’re even claiming that he saved a young boy who’d been kidnapped."

One of the men on screen scoffed at the information, rolling his eyes. "The Man in the Mask is nothing but some guy with an ego problem,” he countered. “He plays at being a hero, but really he’s just out there assaulting people at night. Doesn't matter if they're criminals–it's still against the law. I mean, where do we draw the line?"

"You're completely right," the other man began, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "This is something that is best left to the police. It's their job to handle things and this vigilante is only getting in the way and making more work for our law enforcement. And, God forbid, he encourages others to come out and do the same."

Stifling a yawn behind a hand, you tried to stay awake as you listened to the segment. Over the past week since you'd moved to the city, you’d heard brief rumblings about this vigilante that some people were beginning to call the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Whenever you’d been out grabbing coffee or picking up groceries–even just waiting at crosswalks–you’d overheard people recounting sightings of him in the area. Or you’d heard people discussing how he'd helped someone they knew. He sounded more like a hero to you than these news anchors wanted to admit.

Running a hand over your forehead, you noticed how the three reporters on the news station had switched back over to discussing the Shlottman case. You sat up straighter on the couch, your eyes now focused on the screen with what they began saying.

"Don't even get me started on this ridiculous story," the man with glasses groaned. "It's absurd! It's just a young girl grasping at straws to avoid her rightful conviction. I mean hell," he continued, voice raising, "there's video footage of her committing the crime in the elevator!"

"I'll have to agree with you, Mark," the brunette reporter said with a laugh, the smile on her face making your stomach twist. "If there was a man running around the city with the ability to control minds, I think we'd have heard about him before now."

A flood of fear shot straight through you as your hand gripped the cushions of the couch. Eyes darting around your dark apartment, you felt your pulse quicken.

It's just a coincidence. It's not him.

"Exactly!" Mark exclaimed. "Some guy with the ability to control others? To tell them what to do? And he's using it to make a young woman kill her parents? No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not buying it. But I would buy an insanity plea."

"You know," the other news anchor piped in, "the man arrested for this morning's armed robbery is claiming he was also mind controlled to commit the crime."

The three anchors shared a laugh at the joke as your eyes flew back to the television screen. Your nails dug into the cushion even tighter, your breath coming in a bit sharper.

"I heard about that!" the woman said. "Said that man told him to do it, just like he did with Shlottman. What a story!"

You could feel the color drain from your face at the callous discussion occurring on your television. A sick feeling began to twist your stomach as they laughed.

"Mine."

Shrieking in surprise, you jumped at the voice before darting to the other end of the couch, practically curling up against the armrest. You swore you’d felt the pass of warm breath against your ear at the entirely too familiar voice.

"My little dove."

Bolting up off the couch, you took a few steps towards your television, keeping your back to the wall as your eyes scanned your apartment in search of where the voice had come from. With your heart hammering in your throat, your palms dampening in fear, you soon realized you were still alone. It was just in your head–just like he had once been. 

A knock came from your apartment door and another startled shriek flew past your lips, your head whipping in the direction of the noise. As your fear increased, so did the faintest, familiar vibration in your skull.

"Uh sorry, didn't mean to scare you in there," a woman's hesitant voice called from the other side of the door. "You're Miss Allen, right? Ordered some tacos from Nina's for delivery?"

Exhaling roughly at the woman’s confused voice, you ran a hand over your face. It was just the food you’d ordered before you’d taken a shower. You were just overtired and on edge, that’s all.

He's not here. He isn't looking for me.

Closing your eyes, you focused on trying to calm your breath until that faint vibration in your head dissipated. When it finally did, you made your way down the entry hall to the door, pulling back the cover on the peephole just to make sure she really was delivering food. On the other side of your door stood a woman in her early twenties with a bag of food in one hand clearly labeled Nina's Tacos. Letting the cover drop, you tried to relax before unlocking the deadbolt and the door lock. 

The second the door was open, the woman sent you an awkward smile. She eyed you cautiously, probably noticing the way you clung to the door as if you were one second from slamming it shut on her face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized again.

Hesitantly, she held out the bag of food towards you. Giving her a final once over, you decided she wasn’t a threat. Reaching your hand out, you grabbed the bag from her.

"Just jumpy from lack of sleep," you muttered.

“Right, uh…have a good night, then," she replied awkwardly.

"You too.”

Instantly you closed the apartment door, quickly putting the locks back into place. You could just barely catch the woman muttering something unintelligible under her breath–probably about your rudeness–before you made your way back to the living room. Settling down on your couch, your eyes once more darted around your apartment as you set the bag of food onto the coffee table. You were still alone in here.

Snatching the remote from off of your coffee table, you quickly switched the channel to something else, roughly pressing your finger on the button of your remote. No more news for tonight. You’d find something that wouldn’t remind you of him.

A flash of bright red sprayed across the hall with such force that the blood splattered against the glass window of your small, square room. Bright red dripped down on the other side of the thick glass directly opposite of where the palms of your hands were pressed against it. Breath stuck in your throat and eyes wide in shock, you watched Doctor Barlowe drop heavily to her knees before she slumped forward, falling face first onto the once pristine floor. A surgical scalpel slipped from her limp hand, now lying in a pool of crimson. 

Eyes shifting to the scalpel, you stared at it in complete horror before your gaze slowly drifted up to the unfamiliar figure on the other side of the glass. He was standing beside a terrified Doctor Whitlock, the man looking frozen from fear after what had just happened to Doctor Barlowe. The strange man dressed in a dark suit glanced through the glass at you, a friendly, almost warm smile on his face as his eyes met yours. He stepped forward towards the wall near your room, pressing the button for the intercom as he held your stare. 

“Don’t be afraid of me, little dove,” he told you, his accented voice coming through the speakers and filling your cell. “I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to free you.” 

He lifted his finger from the button before turning his attention to Whitlock. The man was still completely frozen in terror in the hallway outside of your cell. You couldn’t fathom why he wasn’t running away, especially with Barlowe’s body sprawled lifeless just feet in front of him. But then you saw something in his hand, something you hadn’t noticed in all the chaos. He was holding a syringe filled with the vibrant orange serum you’d often been injected with. 

Silently, you watched the man in the dark suit say something to Doctor Whitlock, his voice too quiet for you to hear within your cell. Hands still pressed against the bloodstained glass, you watched as Whitlock shook his head back at the man, his lips moving rapidly as his hand holding the serum began to raise, hesitating just at his own neck.

Eyes darting back towards the man in the suit, you felt your heart pounding as he stalked casually over towards Whitlock, an easy smile on his face as he casually side-stepped the dead body on the floor. He reached Doctor Whitlock, lightly patting him on the cheek before he said something else. Whitlock turned and took a few steps forward towards your cell, his eyes wide and pleading as his mouth kept moving–but you couldn’t hear anything from inside of your room.

The man stepped up behind Whitlock, leaning forward enough to whisper into his ear. Without warning, Whitlock jammed the syringe into his neck and roughly pushed the plunger down, his following scream just somewhat muffled by the thick walls of your room. Mouth falling open in shock, your eyes darted back up to the man in the suit. He was smiling warmly back at you from his place behind Doctor Whitlock as the man continued screaming, his hands clawing at his throat. But the suited man appeared completely uninterested in his pain.

Doctor Whitlock’s muffled screams suddenly went silent a few seconds later, the abruptness of it causing your brows to pinch together. That’s when you noticed how red his face had become–a deep shade that was almost violet. The man in the suit walked around him as he headed back towards the intercom for your cell, his attention only somewhat focused on the struggling Whitlock. But by the time the man in the suit had reached the intercom again, Whitlock’s eyes had rolled back into his head, the whites of them all that were left visible–and they were quickly turning bright red.

And then, with a muffled pop, Doctor Whitlock’s head exploded into a mess of blood and gore. A scream flew out of your lips as you pushed away from the glass, panic racing through you as you sent a horrified look at the man in the suit. His lip was curled in disgust as he eyed the blood and brain matter that had landed on his dark suit coat, but when he glanced up and met your gaze again through the glass, that oddly gentle expression returned. He reached out and pressed the intercom button, his eyes fixed on you as he spoke.

“They deserved this, don’t feel any remorse,” his smooth voice droned through the speaker. “And you, little dove, don’t belong in a cage.”

Eyes flying wide open, you lay in your bed breathing heavily. Shoving yourself upright in a panic, you pushed yourself back up against the headboard and immediately wrapped your arms around your body. You were shaking along the mattress, trying desperately to focus and ground yourself in your room in the dark–your lamp on the bedside table, the feel of your sheets against your skin, the sound of your own gasping breaths.  

“Come back, little dove.”

Your eyes clamped shut instantly. “No,” you ground out forcefully.

“You belong with me.”

“Shut up, shut up!” you shouted, throwing your hands over your ears as you violently shook your head.

His laugh filled your bedroom, reverberating around the space and somehow past your hands covering your ears. You flinched at the sound of it.

“You’re mine, little dove.”

You felt a hand graze the bare skin along the back of your neck and jolted with a loud scream. Flailing your limbs, you attempted to free yourself of your bedsheets that had twisted around your legs. In your haste, you knocked the lamp off of the nightstand, causing it to fall to the floor with a loud crash. Eventually, you managed to scramble out of bed and to race to the sliding bedroom door, pressing your back against the wall as you turned on the light. The overhead light on the ceiling instantly flooded the room, dispersing the shadows.

Your bedroom was empty. He wasn’t here. All you could see was your messy bed, the dark gray sheets half on the floor now, and your bedside lamp a broken mess beside them. 

You were alone.

At least, you were until a loud few knocks against your apartment sounded from down the hall. Head whipping over your shoulder, your eyes darted toward the bedroom door on your left and you froze. Your heart was slamming away so wildly in your chest that you almost missed that weird sensation along your skin before you heard his voice.

“Olivia?” Matt called out behind your apartment door. “It’s Matt. Your neighbor across the hall. I heard screaming and a crash. Are you okay in there?”

Your head tipped backwards against the wall behind you, your eyes drifting closed at his concerned voice.

It’s not him. He’s not here. 

Taking a few shuddering breaths, you attempted to calm down. He wasn’t here, but now your odd neighbor from across the hall was.

[littlelostmoon]

hi! can i request a luke x reader where reader is a medbay worker in the rebellion who meets luke when he needs an injury treated? (bonus points if he got injured in a really embarrassing way lol)

meeting luke as a med-bay worker a/n this was a really cute idea, hope i did it justice ♡ also i'm so scared of mischaracterizing luke it's not even funny . . . tags gender neutral reader. sfw. blood & injuries. extra fluffy.

you hear a low male voice coming from outside the med-bay. "go on, kid. quit whining and get in there."

"i told you, it's not that bad—"

a boy stumbles into the small main area of the medical base, a hand splayed along his back as if he'd just been shoved. you can practically see the thoughts turning in his head; he's sincerely hoping that the room is too busy to notice him. all hope dwindles from his eyes when you approach him per protocol.

upon seeing him up close, you recognize him from from descriptions that have made their rounds in the little community of two-hundred or so echo base personnel— the blonde-tatooine-farmer-turned heroic-pilot. you were rather new to hoth's medic workforce but didn't mind a popular face. he'd be just like any other (nervous) patient.

"commander skywalker, is that right?" somehow, you had gotten him to cooperate and sit on the small cot in your office; it's a humble space with an even humbler amount of equipment. due to shipments becoming... scattered, all 'advanced' gadgets were rationed out to the more experienced.

"that's me." he shifted in his seat. "but, uhm, you don't have to..."

you eye him and wait.

"just 'luke' is fine."

"okay, luke. are you here by choice?"

"no. a friend of mine, his name's han— made me come in here," he says.

pulling a pair of thin gloves on, you're finally able to eye the patch of dried blood on his forehead. it travels up to his hairline, matting some of the hair there. "i guessed as much. i see what han was concerned about, though."

he tenses up a fraction from the proximity, but you must move in to get a better look. from what you can tell, and with all things considered, the injury is minor.

you wring out a cloth and press it to the injury, lightening your touch when he winces. "that hurt?"

"no, no."

the both of you fall quiet as you clean the blood up— beneath it lies a superficial cut and a decent-sized bruise. he wordlessly allows you to apply some antibacterial solution to it, murmuring something about how happy he is that it doesn't sting. several minutes pass like this. you, lost in concentration. him, the stillest statue.

luke still avoids your gaze when you finish and pluck a small clear-backed bandaid from your drawer, one that wouldn't get stuck in his hair. "how'd this happen, anyhow?"

"is that important?" he asks, ruffling his hair on the unscathed side.

at first, you think he might be rude or secretive, one of those 'i don't need to tell you my business' types that sometimes make their way under your care. but when he glances up at you through his eyelashes, you can tell one thing for sure. he's embarrassed. you lean away from your work on his forehead and fold his chart over, holding it within view. "sorry, protocol. all injuries must be documented."

"oh, well," he flushes. "i was working on my x-wing. one of the other pilots accidentally dropped his wrench on my hand when i was under there."

your gaze drops to his left hand, which he's moved to his knee. the back of his knuckles do look a little purple. this doesn't explain it all, though.

he sighs. "i guess... it startled me, and i tried to sit up. you know, while under the fighter. still."

"okay." you turn a full one-eighty away from him, partially to scribble down what he'd just told you, and partially to hide your smile.

luke sees right through you, somehow. a complete stranger. "what is it?"

"forgive me," you whisper, a little confused by the ordeal. "i don't come across many stories like that."

a pause takes over the moment. he smiles for the first time since he entered the med-bay. it's rather sweet.

to make room for the other patients that are inevitably waiting to be seen (and to tamper down the little tiny tug in your chest when he smiled— you're a medic, for maker's sake), you spend the final minutes carefully bandaging his forehead and sending him on his way.

later, you subtly ask your favorite co-workers to call you in if luke skywalker ever stumbles through the door. you know, a second time.

[snuggleboots]

₊˚♡˚₊ The Akatsuki and their jealousy ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: GN Reader, GN flirt, general jealousy and implied murder shenanigans.

Tobi essentially zeroes in the instant someone else starts laughing a little too hard at your jokes. Uhm, hello? You're funny, but you're not that funny. In fact, he's pretty sure he's the only person that busts a gut laughing when you crack your silly little one-liners or puns. It's cute to him, nobody else has any business making a play by acting all giggly and doe-eyed. He doesn't need to be violent about it - and really, why would he be? Tobi's just as happy to lean in - uncomfortably close - and then loudly declare that they have something stuck in their teeth! And it's super noticeable! So's their breath! It's not rude, he's just being helpful! He can smell their lunch through his mask! And it's rank! How embarrassing! Haha! They really should go brush their teeth, huh! Go away! Far, far, away!

Hidan is, in fact, very liable to wind up jealous over stupid little things that always result in becoming a pain in the ass for you to defuse when he inevitably hops onto his bullshit. You're out trying to enjoy one meal in peace together? That's funny, because the server seemed to put some weird, flirtatious emphasis on hot when they asked how you like your tea, and that's a problem, and that bitch knows it, too. Oh, they wanna know how hot you like it? Alright! There's loads of people on this earth, and they really wanna get stabbed over you? Fuck it! He just sat down, but clearly he's got some shit to do now. Dinner and a show! Why not?! He gets why Kakuzu doesn't tip now, not that he was gonna anyway. Shit service, and thirsty-ass servers. Fucking ridiculous.

Deidara is the first to notice when someone gets too close and cosy with you. Does it bug him immediately? No. His reaction, however, depends entirely on yours. Do you notice that they're smiling with way too much teeth when they playfully punched your arm? No? Alright. He can let that slide. It's when they deliberately divert your attention from him to themselves that he starts getting annoyed. He's not at all above pointing out tacky behaviour, petty king, and even if it embarrasses you a little, it is highly satisfying for him to see the flirt's face drop into something sour or burn up from the embarrassment. It's even better if you snicker along with him.

Kakuzu's only problem with someone chatting your ear off and really gushing over whatever comes out of your mouth is the fact that they're boosting your ego and he has to deal with it later. Not because the offending flirt boosted your ego, he doesn't give a damn about that, but he's now going to hear the same things you just told them about later when he's already just heard it - and he sincerely doesn't care to hear it again. He doesn't want to act interested, and yet he's going to be faced with either being called a dick, or being forced to feign something to avoid bickering about it after the fact. God dammit.

Kisame doesn't mind seeing someone try their damndest to flirt with you. He trusts you, and he's very happy to sit back while you turn them down- or, if he's lucky, watch while the flirt makes an idiot of themselves trying too hard to clue you in and get your attention. It's funny - he's laughing, and he isn't even trying to hide it. If he's in a cheeky mood, he'll even stir the pot, because he has gremlin tendencies and his humour is catered exclusively to himself. Yeah, he'll egg them on in little ways, until they're feeling nice and confident. Then, while he isn't really a PDA kind of guy, he'll drape a brawny arm over your shoulders, plonk a cheek atop your head and drawl something to the effect of, 'You know what? You do look great in that outfit. It'll look better on the floor later. Ready to go?' Kisame likes finding his own fun like this. The flirts always flap their lips like gasping fish when he hits 'em with that bit, and it tickles his brain just right.

Itachi is generally ambivalent. You have attractive qualities, he knows this, and he's well acquainted with the consequence of having said attractive qualities. As long as you're fine with it and nobody's pushing any obvious boundaries, he's fine with it too. Jealousy isn't an issue at all with Itachi. It only becomes one if you end up uncomfortable and the flirt doesn't pick up on that fact. In that case? He's glad to leave with you, if you don't feel like handling it. If you don't want to leave, or leaving isn't an option? Well, he can use his words. Or, if they've ruffled your feathers enough to annoy him, there are many benefits to being a genjutsu master. Oh, noooo, suddenly all eyes are on the flirt and the judgmental looks are intense and highly disarming. Or, uh oh! There's definitely a fire that just broke out, and they're the only one panicking about it! Oh wow, they left in a hurry. What a shame. They must've drank a little too much, or something like that.

Sasori, simply put, could not possibly care less if you paid him. Possibly aggravated by the fact that someone's breathing air in his direction while he's minding his business with you, someone he can actually tolerate. Yeah, he fully expects you to handle that. He's gained a knack for zoning minor annoyances out- until those minor annoyances become general annoyances. It's only when the offending flirt's voice becomes grating - which, really, doesn't take long at all before he bothers intervening if you haven't already shooed them away yourself. If a terse 'shut up' or 'begone' doesn't dissuade the persistent little gnat, he has poison and many fun, discrete vehicles with which to deliver it. It is purely for the sake of peace and quiet. Does he care when they drop like a sack of rocks, seizing and foaming at the mouth? Not particularly. Do as he does, and zone it out. Don't look at it (derogatory), you'll only encourage it to make more of a scene.

[flippinpancakes64]

Don’t Be a Stranger

Summary: You found out that Marc doesn’t actually hate you as much as you thought he did… so what does that mean, exactly?

Tags: Marc Spector x reader, angst and fluff cause I like being happy

Part 2 of The Squeaky Third Wheel

Note: Uhm… I thought the last post would be enough but I still have Marc Spector brainrot so… enjoy!

Everything would’ve been fine if Steven kept his nose to himself.

Or at least, that’s what Marc was trying to convince himself of.

Logically, things weren’t fine. But they were easier. Easier because Marc didn’t have to confront his own feelings about you.

But the cat’s out of the bag and it’s Steven’s fault and goddamn it he wishes he and Steven were separate people for just a moment so he could punch the shit out of that cocky little fucker-

Everything was fine. Or at least, it was fine for Marc.

During the day, he was a rude, selfish asshole. He would push you away, downright ignore you, and do his best to make you want to leave.

But you never did.

So to keep his pride intact while still being the selfish man that he is, he would pose as Steven at night.

Once you were deep asleep, too drowsy to notice the slight difference of his mannerisms from Steven’s, that’s when he’d strike.

And it was nice, to be able to hold you like he was supposed to be there, to pretend like you wanted him to be the one to shush you from a nightmare. To pretend to be the one you were imagining in your dreams.

And yeah, it stung every time he kissed your forehead and you murmured Steven’s name.

But again, pride, ego, hubris, whatever you want to call it.

Marc was made for the night, made to wander around and be moody and miserable all he wanted under the protection of the stars. Steven was made to preserve whatever was left of his own childlike innocence, to allow this body to wander around and live a relatively normal and happy life.

So really, it was entirely Steven’s fault for waking up that night.

You were having a nightmare. And Marc, ever the protector, was shushing you and kissing your cheek. His large hands covered yours, offering some semblance of comfort from the darkness that had seeped into your mind.

And then a quiet voice rang out.

“Marc? What are you doing?” Steven’s voice called, muffled inside his own head.

He froze. Caught, red handed. His heart rate sped up, and he swallowed heavily.

“Don’t worry about it, go to sleep,” he whispered. The same words he’s said to you multiple times. But of course, Steven’s too stubborn for that.

“What are you doing? What’s going on?” Steven urged, his presence in the headspace becoming more alert.

Shit. He was officially caught.

“I promise it’s not what it looks like. They were… having a nightmare. It woke me up. I was just about to get up and leave,” Marc said.

“You’re a shit liar,” Steven said simply. “Is this what you get up to after I’ve gone to bed?”

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. It’s way too late for Steven’s bullshit.

“No, no. Nothing like that. This was just a one time thing,” Marc sighed, trying not to sound as pathetic as he felt.

“A one time thing? Really? Cause I seem to recall quite a few odd memories I’ve gotten over the past couple months or so,” Steven teased.

Marc froze. Of course he forgot about the fact that he and Steven can share memories, cause wouldn’t that be convenient?

It comes in handy when one of them is trying to remember what was on the shopping list, or when trying to recall if Gus had been fed already or not. But right now? Marc feels like he’s going to collapse from the embarrassment. Not only has he been caught, and not even in 4k, he’s been caught with one of the stupid fucking telescopes that NASA uses to see planets that are millions of light years away.

He could feel Steven digging around, and before he could even tell him off or block him out, his own memories were dragged to the surface. Night after night, day after day of him purposefully waking up after Steven’s gone to bed just so he can get his own quiet moments with you.

The world stood still for a moment, and the only sounds that filled their bedroom were the soft sounds of your breathing. Marc’s not even sure his heart was beating as he waited for the judgement from Steven.

“Marc, you bloody bastard,” Steven called, his voice mixed with barely contained laughter. “I always knew you were a hopeless romantic.”

God, he wanted to punch him so bad.

“Shut the fuck up,” Marc growled, moving to get up from the bed. But you reached out, your hand grabbing onto his bicep. The moment of hesitation that followed only egged Steven on.

“You’re totally whipped. Oh, I knew it, you cheeky liar,” he laughed. The asshole actually laughed. Marc wanted to die then and there.

And before he could argue any further, your sleepy voice called out. “Steven… what are you doing?” You whined.

That familiar disappointment coursed through him, only this time, Steven was there to feel it too.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, he only grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, hoping that you would just go back to sleep. But of course, the world hates Marc Spector.

“Marc,” you said softly. He looked back to see you, those eyes that held infinite patience. Steven wasn’t speaking, but he knew he was there.

“I’m sorry… I’m going,” he whispered. This isn’t the place for him to be. His hands were molded and shaped over the years to cling to his weapons. His eyes were trained to find enemies from the rooftops. He’s not supposed to be here.

And yet, how he longed to be.

“Don’t leave,” you said.

“Why?” Was all he could respond with.

Why would you want him to stay? He’s been terrible to you. All he’s ever done is driven you away. That’s what he does best.

“Because I love you,” you whispered, your voice tender as if you were talking to Steven, to someone worthy of your love.

“No you don’t,” he whispered, his voice gruff and filled with such a deep sense of loathing. “You love Steven, and you ‘love’ me because I look like him.”

You could’ve backed up, given him a little space, but yet your hand remained right there on his shoulder.

“You don’t know me. You don’t get to claim how I feel or how I don’t feel,” you retorted, your voice steady and sure. When he looked back, he could see that familiar fire in your eyes. The same look you give Steven when he’s being down on himself. The look he’s wished you would give him so many times.

You didn’t give him a moment to speak again. To spew his hateful, self-deprecating rhetoric.

“I love the way you hold me when you think I’m asleep, I love the sweet words you think I can’t hear. I love the way you stubbornly refuse to wear those reading glasses and how you look so grumpy when you can’t read the paper. I love how excited you get when your baseball team wins, and how pouty you get when they lose. I love how thoughtful you are even when you’re trying to ice me out. All the times you’ve gotten me a towel when I forget one in the shower, how you make sure to order extra food for yourself because you know I’m going to steal it later. And how you ‘mysteriously’ don’t put onions in that chili you like to make because you know I don’t like them. I love you, Marc Spector,” you said.

And the world stood still.

Even Steven was completely silent in their headspace, which is good, because he might’ve gotten dizzy from how much Marc’s head was spinning.

You loved him.

And it wasn’t a hollow proclamation, you listed everything you loved about him. Things he didn’t know you knew. Things he didn’t want you to know.

So he did the only thing he could reasonably think of to do, and he kissed you.

And for the first time in his life, Marc Spector swears he can feel the sun on his skin. And he feels like he’s supposed to be there. No longer is he a vampire in a man’s world, the protector of the weak and innocent, the sore thumb that ruins everything he touches. Now, he’s just a man. A man with a bleeding heart swelled with love. Love for someone who loves him back.

[jjklvr9]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

-> 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

18+ minors dni !!

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut, oneshot

warnings: dom jungkook, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, cursing, unprotected sex, do let me know if i missed anything!

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a one-shot i wrote a like yearssss ago lmao, its been up on AFF but i wanted to post it here too! it's a little bit rushed but i hope you still enjoy <3

“What are you staring at? Come on, dance with us!” a high-pitched female voice broke you apart from your long thoughts. It was a Friday night- meaning everybody would be heading over to the club, going wild and getting themselves wasted. Your two best friends along with their boyfriends forcefully made you, the only one left single pringle and too-awkward-to-mingle- to tag along with them to the club tonight. Not that you had any other plans that night but being your boring awkward self, you didn’t really like to go out to these sorts of things. It was rather too loud and crowded for your liking, making you feel all breathless and weak.

“Hey, come on!” one of your beloved best friends called out to you again, her body still grinding ever so roughly onto her boyfriend���s. Your lips curved into a slight smile and you shook your head, indicating that you were just alright sitting there all by yourself and watching them have their fun. Empty glasses and drinks were scattered all over the table yet of course- your glass was left untouched. No, you were certainly not planning on getting home wasted and getting a hangover the next morning. It was too much to bear with and you had no time to deal with those ilks of things. You leaned your back onto the sofa, your eyes observing the much-crowded place when suddenly- a lonesome-looking guy sitting on the sofa next to your group caught your attention. He was like me too, you thought as the young man was just sitting there, his back resting onto the sofa as well.

Without any hesitance, you decided to head your heels over to his side and probably make a new friend by the end of the night. As you got yourself closer to him, you finally saw his facial features clearly and holy shit- he was one fine young man. “Uhm, hey.” You slowly greeted him, only to be responded with a confused look written on his face. “Do I know you?” His voice. It was husky as you thought it would be and damn, you found that to be hella attractive. “No.. but I want to know you..?” With that he lets out a soft chuckle past his lips, none of it with any sarcasm. The male pats the space beside him, scooting away slightly to let you sit down. “Thanks.” You murmured, placing your hands on your bare thighs. Now that you were sitting down beside a guy you never met- you felt like your dress was too short and was getting shorter by the second you were breathing. It was showing off your thighs and it barely covered your upper thigh. A single misstep could lay everything bare.

“So, alone?” he asks with a smile, breaking the chain of thoughts in your head. “Uhm- no, my friends and their boyfriends are on the dance floor.” Again, he chuckles. “Same goes for me. Want a drink?” “Uh-no! it’s okay. I’ve had too many.” You lied; not wanting to sound like you were still sober and fresh in a fucking club. That would be really lame and quite embarrassing. “Well, what’s your name?” he asks, his dark orbs meeting yours making you look away and blush. If looks could kill- you’d be dead.

“Y/N”

“Jungkook.” he replies, a smile curving up the corner of his lips.

“Well then Jungkook.” 

Before you could proceed with your words, you were interrupted by a group of inebriated individuals stumbling around, likely to be Jungkook's friends. You felt like you shouldn’t be intruding them as you were nothing but a mere stranger, not even waiting for Jungkook to say anything and scurried back to sit on your sofa alone.

Well- it wasn’t entirely your best friend’s fault that you were left all alone. They did invite you up to the dance floor but you were just too lazy. You were not in the mood for random sweaty strangers having their bodies pressed against yours while they utter nonsense to your ears. As time passed, you stole quick glances at the adjacent sofa, hoping to find the young man, but to your disappointment, he was no longer there. You found yourself trying to look for him everywhere when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist lightly.

“I’m here. Sorry about just now.” It was Jungkook- unexpectedly just standing there right in front of you. “Follow me?” without any hesitation, you obediently followed him out of the noisy club and into his car down the street. You didn’t know exactly what you had just brought yourself into as he drove off from the club. This young man could be a murderer or a rapist-and hell knows what kind of crazy thing he would do to you. “Where are we going?” “My place.” He answers with ease, finally pulling over in front of a tall building. Evidently, his apartment exuded luxury, suggesting that he was likely quite affluent. Jungkook parks his car quickly and brings you up to the elevator and finally to his apartment. Everything was happening so fast, all that you could feel at the moment was confusion. The man unlocks the door, pulling you in along with him but not with much force. 

“Welcome.” 

His place was rather impressive, adorned in various shades of grey as the main theme, featuring a large window and a snug kitchen. There was also a huge sliding door with translucent paper covering it- probably the entrance to his bedroom. You awkwardly stood beside his couch not wanting to take a seat without his consent and waited for him to at least explain what the hell was going on. Jungkook walks over and plops down onto the couch, his face looking up at you in confusion. “Why aren’t you sitting down?” “I have to go- my friends are going to kill me if they found out I just ditched them like that.” Before you could walk away to the door, Jungkook quickly grabbed your arm-not too tightly to hurt you but enough that made you sit on his lap. The heat on your cheeks was starting to go out of hand- I probably look like a dumb tomato, you thought.

“Stay.” You turn your head slightly to get a better look at Jungkook’s face when he suddenly leans in and captures your lips with his. It took a brief moment before you actually returned the kiss. It was full of passion and lust, something both of you were craving for out of each other. Your hands were now wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you to get more out of his lips. Jungkook licks your wet cavern with his tongue before tangling both of your tongues together, sucking on them roughly. Somehow, your hands had unwrapped themselves and made their way down to his chest; caressing it up and down. Standing up, Jungkook carries you up with your legs wrapped around his waist- your lips still latched together. The young man walks towards his bedroom and gently places you down on his bed, his body hovering on top of yours. He slowly pressed himself onto you, grinding his clothed hardness onto your clothed clit. “Mmhh.” A muffled moan escapes your lips, making Jungkook pull away from the intense kiss, only to leave hard kisses on your neck and even biting it to leave a few marks.

Being all impatient, you brought your hands up to his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it away across the room. Your itchy hands then continued to go further down, fiddling with the belt of his pants and finally being able to get that out of the way too. You softly nudged his growing clothed erection with your knee before you unzipped his pants and pushed it off his legs completely, leaving him in nothing but his red-coloured boxers. Having both of your lips still hardly pressed onto each other, Jungkook unzips your dress and pulls it off of you easily- as if it was such a common thing for him to do but you didn’t put much thought about it at that moment. Without wasting any time, his quick hands unclasped your black lacey bra and he too, threw it across the room and God knows where it was now. Jungkook’s eyes adverted from your own down to your exposed breasts, his tongue slipping out of his lips to lick them dry. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath yet you could still hear them very clearly.

Instead of getting it on to the whole point- you decided you’d play a little game even though you knew you were going to get fucked real hard after. Literally. You held your palms on his chest and pushed him off you, making him roll to the other side only to have you hovering on top of him now. A smirk played on your lips as Jungkook looked at you in genuine confusion with a little hint of excitement. With the smirk still on your lips, you slowly made your way down till you reached eye-level with his growing crotch. “You’re so fucking hard.” You teased, biting onto the hem of his boxers and pulling it down slowly, your eyes locked with his. Jungkook bit his lips as he watched you pull his boxers off completely, letting his erect cock free itself from the heated cloth. “So hard-for me.” You let out a soft yet teasing moan, offering a smooth lick to his hardness. “Fuck-don’t tease me.” He breathed out when you gave another four or five licks. You ignored his words and continued to take his tip into your mouth, giving it a light bite before engulfing him whole; making you gag a little bit. The male’s head was now pulled back with his eyes shut tightly, his teeth biting onto his lips to suppress any sound from exiting. Jungkook didn’t want to sound weak, you see. Failing to keep his posture up together, he finally let out a groan when you started sucking onto him harshly. The pleasured male wasn’t giving much reaction to your doings, making you feel a little pissed off and you decided to leave it at that and pulled away completely when you know he was reaching his peak. “What the fuck!” he yelled, eyes widened in bewilderedness. Both of you were now in a heating tension; one who was pissed off and one who was just literally in heat.

Feeling himself getting hotter and frustrated by the second, Jungkook clutched his hands onto your arms tightly, carrying you away from being on top of him and pushed you down onto the bed. This time, it had a harder impact. You were starting to feel eager to know what he was planning to do with you yet you were also feeling a little scared of what might come out of him. The awaited male shot you a glare before he roughly tore your black underwear and pushed three of his fingers together into you. That sudden action of his made you jolt in pain, obviously not ready for his invasion. His fingers were not like those slim and longed ones, no. They were- not to say huge but slightly plump but fit. You can imagine them by yourselves on this one.

He started pulling his fingers in and out of your wet clit, every push becoming even harder than before. “So wet-for me.” Jungkook mocked you, hearing you moaning out loud when it’s barely him inside of you. Feeling your stomach clenching, you were waiting for him to finger you even quicker but instead, INSTEAD- he pulled them out completely. Before you could yell at him for being a total jerk, he pushed his erect cock up in you with a loud blow; not even wasting time to adjust and went straight into thrusting. Your eyes started to water, your back was arching to its maximum point and you were screaming his name at the top of your lungs at every hard thrust he blew into you. 

“Oh fuck me- faster please..!” you squirmed in painful ecstasy, Jungkook not even having to listen to your demands as he paced up even faster than before. “You’re so fucking hot babe..” he breathes out in between his humps, hoping you would be able to hear them even though you were busy getting pleasured. “Fuck’s sake- faster! Mmhm..” this time, you moan even louder, signalling that you were reaching your climax very very very soon. “I-I’m going to cum.” Jungkook hitches, thrusting in you hard a few more times before he pulls out and lets the warm liquid flow out and stain the bed sheet.

The room was filled with nothing but the rushed breathings of your lungs and his. After some time passed by, Jungkook finally turned to your side and pulled up the blanket to cover both of your naked bodies. “Hey.” He says, making you turn your head to face his smiling face. “Hey.” Now, both of you were simply smiling, your eyes locked, each attempting to decipher the thoughts lingering in the other's mind. "Let’s have a dinner date tomorrow. I want to get to know you better.”

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NSFW Sebastian (sdv) x reader

Begging, praise kink(?), porn with (a little) plot, established relationship. Oral (afab receiving), edging(?), P in v, afab but gender neutral reader

Let me know if I missed any tags, this is my first smut fic lol

Fic below the cut!

"Nghhh Sebastian, please! hahhh, It's been weeks. Please, Seb-ghh!" You panted, "seb...."

Here he was on top of you, three fingers deep as he was nipping and biting that sweet spot on your neck, leaving marks that were sure to leave the townsfolk chatting for days. "C'mon farmer, you asked for this.." the low groan that left his throat made you feel hot. "You know you like it, just feel how wet you are for me."

When did he learn to be this dirty? God you didn't even care right now, all you wanted was sweet release that he was refusing to give you. "Sebastiaaannn"

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Your head rested on his thighs, looking up as he played his switch. You didn't even care if it was blunt, but God damn, you needed to have sex with him again. Despite going out for months, there had never been what felt like a good time. Until early winter, that was..

The mood was right, the lights were low, and all you could focus on was how Sebastian felt inside of you. The low pants, the soft kisses. No matter how many times you touched yourself, it couldn't compare. So it went days... Then weeks. Which then turned into nearly a month without cumming, all because you couldn't get Sebastian out of your head.

"Sebastiannn" You sang.

He glanced from the game, "yeah?"

Crawling your fingers up his side, creeping under his shirt, his face burned bright red. "What are you up to?" You glided your nails back down, slipping to his hip, going just under the waist of his pants.

He sputtered, "ah! Uhm.." hastily putting the switch on the side table. "Not much.. are you. Mmmn.." You slowly moved your hand closer and closer to his.... "are you uh.." he cleared his throat, "having fun?"

"Hmmm I think I am." You smirked, "did you want to have some fun?" His eyes lit up. Your hand got so close, but you slowly drifted back to his waist, the fingers of your other hand tracing his jaw.

"What, ah, kind of fun are you talking about?" He isn't stupid, he knows just what you want.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" You teased.

Raising his eyebrows, he sensed an opportunity. "You know what, I think I am." He grabbed your wrists, stopping any teasing you were managing. And in one motion, he slipped out from under you, rotating so he was straddling your waist, pressing your hands above your head. Sebastian cocked his head, "What kind of 'fun' were you looking to have, farmer?"

Goodness this was different. His confident demeanor was turning you on. "I want to have sex. Okay?"

"That's just fine by me." He pushed his knee in between your thighs, opening up your hips as he leaned down to kiss you. He kissed so lovingly, slow and passionate. He moved his grip to your sides, slipping his hands down, creeping lower and lower. Until he hit your waist, "what do you say we get these off?"

Giggling, you said, "Hmmmm. Only if I can get *you* off."

"Hah!" He set his forehead on your chest. "Farmer I'm trying to be hot, why do you have to make me laugh!"

"We can be hot, and funny!" You cleared your throat. "No but seriously Sebastiannn. It's been weeks."

You could feel him tilt his head into your neck, his breath fast from being heated up. "What do you mean? I mean I know we havent done anything since last time, is that what this is about?"

You groaned, "noooo. Ugh this is embarrassingggg"

"It's only embarrassing if you make it! I do tons of embarrassing things all of the time."

"Ughhhhhhhhh" you pressed your cheeks to his face, whispering. "I haven't... gotten myself off. Since we had sex."

He turned to look at you. "Babe. Why is that embarrassing?? That wasn't even that long ago."

"No like. I *can't*" you just felt his confusion. "I've tried. I *cant*. I can't seem to compare to how you did it. It was amazing. And I haven't been able to cum for *weeks*.

Seb I need you." You shifted down against his knee, still in between your legs. "I need you."

"Oh!" You started grinding against his knee. He laughed, "Oh that bad, huh?" He pushed further against you, trying to match your pace. "Oh you poor thing. Just haven't been able to replace me, huh? What, do your fingers not feel the same? Toys not as good as the real thing?" He paused, the tension was becoming unbearable. "Well I can certainly help out with that." He took his leg away, standing up off the couch. "Get up."

"No, Sebastian, please.." You were so close to getting what you wanted. Why did he have to drag this out! Just a second ago you were laughing, what is with his mood change?

"I said get up." And so you stood. "Now take those off," he said, point at your clothes.

"What about you..?"

"We'll get there." A blush was creeping on his face. "Now, I said take off your clothes." You could feel his eyes looking at you up and down, taking you in. God you were glad he kept his room dim, this would have been too embarrassing in broad light.. "good job. Now lay on the bed."

He slowly followed after you, taking off his shirt and his belt as he did. Tossing them to the floor, you could hear the metal clasp clink on the carpet.

Your heart was beating so loud you almost thought he could hear it. Sebastian leaned in close, but not nearly closing enough. Too much time has been wasted, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You want to feel him, know him. You were so desperate, and it showed.

Although shocked, Seb quickly recovered and slipping his tounge past your teeth. He wanted to taste you, because god damn, you tasted good. He pulled your hands off his face, "no. You don't get to take the lead right now." He lowered himself, lifting your leg onto his shoulder. "Now, you are going to stay still, and be good, you hear? But don't be afraid to open that pretty mouth of yours, we have the house to ourselves."

He spread your legs open for him, and you could feel his breath, hot against your skin. It took all you could muster to stay still. You felt exposed, but you knew you were going to get what you wanted tonight. Suddenly, you felt his wet lips right on your clit, sucking on it harshly. You gasped, "Sebastian!" You went to grab his hair, but he swatted your hand away.

Pulling himself away from you, he spoke, "I said, Stay. Still. You've waited this long already, surely you can wait a little more, hm?" After teasing you he went back to lapping at your sensitive cunt.

God he was good. Just where did he learn this? When? "Nghhh Sebastiannn" You were gripping onto the sheets for dear life when you felt him drive a finger inside of you.

Even just one was driving you crazy, but it wasn't enough. "Sebastian please.. I want you inside me."

"Oh but I am, sweet thing. What, is this not what you wanted?" He slid another finger in. "God, you're so wet and I barely even got started. You really were all pent up for me, huh sweetheart?" He was slowly moving them in and out, dragging along your walls, all wille dragging out your sweet moans.

"Nghhh Sebastian, please! hahhh, It's been weeks. Please, Seb-ghh!" You panted, "seb...."

He stopped licking at your clit, only to start licking up your chest to your neck instead. All he could do was bit and nip at you, when shoving another finger inside you. "C'mon farmer, you asked for this." God he almost growled at the sight of you, so open for him. He never was one to be dominant, but he was starting to love the feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted with you. Pleasing you, making you his. "You know you like it. You're so close aren't you. Huh, sweet thing?" He pulled out, stopping any buildup you possibly had. "Well," he kissed up to your ear "too bad. I'm not done with you yet."

"God, please, seba-" You were cut off with a rough kiss. He had pinned you between his legs, and you could feel his cock so close to where you wanted it. So close..

And god he was so hard, but when he felt you grinding up against him he put a stop to it, harshly grabbing your hips. "I control when you move, not you, not today. I'll take care of everything, you just have to be patient." But he was taking so loooong. All you wanted was to feel him, to wrap yourself around his dick, squeezing every last drop of cum out from his as you screamed his name. God you felt perverted, if only he could hear your thoughts.

"Hasn't it been long enough? Please Sebastian. I'm begging you."

"Beg harder." He'd had enough. He was starting to feel your desperation, and was so close to giving in. Last time he was so gentle, but tonight. God, tonight was different. You felt him line up with your enterence, giving you almost no time to prepare before he shoved himself inside you. He didn't move further, giving you a split second to adjust to the feeling. "Is this what you wanted, huh?"

"Oh, God, yes. Please just.. ahhh, hah..." You felt so full, and God it was good. "Just please... please move."

"Hmm.." he pushed further in, so close to hitting the perfect spot inside you. "I want you to beg. Tell me how bad you want me. How badly you need me to move, to make you feel good. Then" He nipped at your neck, "and only then, will I give you what you want."

And you didn't even care if it made you seem pathetic. Didn't even care if anyone was home to hear, which luckily they weren't. Otherwise, they'd know just how much of a whore you were for your boyfriend. How desperate you were for his dick. "Sebastian, please! Please move. I want you," you groaned, trying to move against him, but being held back by his hands. "I need you to move. God, please, it's been so long, I need you. I'll do anything, just please, let me cum!"

And yet again you were cut off. Except, this time, it was from the sudden sensation of Sebastian slamming himself all the way in, as deep as this position could go. "Good pet. God you feel so good. I love hearing your pretty little moans." You finally could moved, grinding your hips with his in rhythm. A fast, harsh pace. One you were trying so hard to keep up with.

"You're lucky I'm generous. I told you I'd put in all the work, but I suppose this time I'll let it slide." He picked up his work on your neck, slowly kissing down your chest until he was leaving marks everywhere. "You feel so damn good. You're doing amazing sweetheart." He pulled out, just to slam all the way back in. The dirty, breathy moans you screamed were music to his ears.

You didn't think it could get any better. That was until he slid his hand down your waist. Down, down until his fingers circled your clit. Roughly, he pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves.

You were close. So close. "Sebastian, Sebastian please. I'm going to cum, please just, nghh.. please don't stop, please let me cum" Your hands reached across his back, scratching in as you couldn't help it from the pleasure. You started loosing yourself to the feeling, babble nonsense as you felt the wave of pleasure crash into you.

Your cunt squeezed hard around his dick as you cam, making it so Sebastian shortly followed. His harsh pace against your clit kept your orgasm lasting so long. "You're doing so well, hahh.." This time he was running out of breath. He kept riding you out through both your highs, his spend leaking out where he was inside. The two of you stayed there, panting in each other's arms. You kissed up his chest as he pulled out of you.

"God that was..."

"Amazing?"

"The best." He laughed.

You caught your breath, not wanting to leave this moment. "Where did all of that come from? I mean. Hah. Don't get me wrong that was HOT. But damn Sebastian! Didn't know you had it in you!" You playfully smacked his chest as you laughed, lazing in the afterglow.

"I.." he huffed, "I have no idea. Damn." He let out a harsh laugh. "We are so doing that again."

"Yeah? You liked it rough?"

"Hmm I wouldn't say that." He hovered closer to say face, whispering, "I think I just like seeing you unravel for me. Knowing I was the one who made you moan so loud. Knowing I could drive you so crazy, you couldn't even cum without me."

"Ughhhh God you aren't ever going to let that go, are you?" You slinked down, rolling out from under him.

"Nope! And you can't make me." Sebastian laid next to you. "What do you say we get cleaned up? Get you some water. I wasn't exactly going easy on you."

"Yeah, let's." You smiled at him, but mentally groaned at the fact you'd have to deal with relentless teasing for who even knows how long! It's okay, though. You had a feeling this would happen a lot more frequently now.

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