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lincolndjarin · 1 year

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Best Kept Secret

chapter nineteen : reverence (RE-UPLOAD)

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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 7.3k

summary : mando takes you to the library in the city!! very cute and innocent day trip!!

warnings, etc. : language, teasing, smut, oral f!recieving, face sitting, din djarin consent king, body worship, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, size kink if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

You really want to.

You couldn’t possibly want to more than you currently do.

It’s actually a bit mean. That he’s left you here in this state.

You tidy up the plates, setting them on the vanity before struggling out of your dress for a few minutes until you’re finally free of the damned thing, sulking off to the closet, wrapping yourself in the sheets, and tossing and turning restlessly.

“When you really want to.”

What a ridiculous time to decide to tease. You couldn’t have made your want clearer if you tried, of course it wasn’t just going to be because he had done as you asked, obviously you wanted it. Did you have to make it more blunt? If that’s what he wants you can certainly do that.

If he wants direct you can be direct.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, you’ll have to settle for a pillow shoved between your thighs to try and soothe the heat that’s building there, threatening to boil over.

✩

You’re grumpy in the morning. How could you not be? If anything you’re in a worse mood than you were last night because you’re still pent up and now your head is full of all sorts of ideas about how you can prove just how badly you want to. You're rifling through drawers when the girls get there in the morning.

When you finally turn to look at them you’re triumphantly holding up a white satin nighty, the two girls exchange a look of confusion before helping you dress. Lysa manages to find satin panties that go with it. Perfect.

The next step in your plan is your dress. You tell them specifically that you’re going out again today and that you’d like something a little more casual if possible.

Elaine manages to find exactly what you’re looking for. Of course it’s the furthest thing from casual, you’re expected to keep up appearances, but it’s definitely simpler than anything else they’ve dressed you in. It’s light pink, with layers, thin pieces of chiffon make up the skirt. The sleeves are shorter than you’re used to, and it might be the most breathable gown in your closet. It doesn’t even drag across the floor, the skirt ends at the middle of your calves.

But most importantly, it has buttons in the back, not your usual corset style.

Once you put on a pair of flats you’re feeling rather pleased with their work, other than detangling the sleep from your hair they’ve left it alone.

It’s like the girls can sense your excitement as they swiftly begin to take their leave.

“I’ll have Leo bring you a coin purse before you leave, my lady.” Is the only thing Elaine says before shutting the door behind them. Once they’re gone you rush to the closet, knowing Leo you’ll only have a few minutes. Searching through the pillows in your mess of a makeshift bed you finally find the one containing the book, gingerly opening to where you’ve tucked the necklace Din had given you before holding it up.

The knock on your door has you shoving the book back into the pillow case as you hastily clasp the necklace around your neck. The small silver flower charm dangles from the leather cord as you greet Leo, who hands you a far too large bag of credits before hurrying off. You’re left standing in the doorway staring at the Mandalorian, you give him a wide innocent grin.

“Good morning, Mando.” You hold the credits out to him. “Could you hold these for me please?” You bat your eyelashes at him, you know you’re laying it on a little thick but allegedly this is what he wanted.

He stiffens up a bit, clearly sensing that something is off about you, he hesitates for only a moment before taking them from you.

“Good morning, princess, are you ready to go?” His voice has a certain curiosity to it that only makes you smile wider.

“Of course.” You close the door behind you and he tucks the coin purse into his over the shoulder bag.

You walk very close to him. You can’t remember how to find the main entrance of the castle so he takes the lead. Once you’re in a hallway you’re certain is completely empty you briefly allow yourself to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“How are you this morning, my kar’ta?” You whisper before dropping his hand, the two of you turning down a hall with a few scattered guards that stand at attention when they see you approaching. He says nothing as you carry on, you smile as you pass them until you begin your descent down a staircase.

“I’m fine… how are you?” You can practically hear him furrowing his brow, you haven’t given him a good enough reason to directly question you yet but you can tell he’s already suspicious of your over the top actions.

“Absolutely wonderful.” You bump your shoulder against his and the modulator buzzes as he starts to say something but you’re already at the front gate and you don’t give him time to as you hold your wrist out to the man you know will attach your tracker, he grumbles as the man insists he wear one as well, warning him not to “lose” it again or we won’t be allowed to take you out anymore.

Before you know it you’re out the gate and making your way down the palace steps towards the landspeeder that is already waiting for the two of you. You stop in front of it before turning to face Din.

“Could you help me up please?” As you say it his helmet tilts ever so slightly to the side but he lifts you by your waist up into the backseat before pulling himself up to sit beside you. A few minutes after you start moving he puts his arm on the back of the seat as he leans down a bit to whisper to you, you know at the speed you're going that the driver can’t hear him.

“I know what you’re up to sarad’ika.” His voice is stern but there’s no actual upset behind it so you turn to smile at him.

He wanted you to want it.

So you’re going to show him just how badly you can want it.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You stare up into the visor through your lashes before you lurch forward slightly.

You’re already there.

“Why didn’t we just walk? It would have taken us less than an hour, it’s right down the street?” You frown as he jumps out, holding his arms out to help you out.

“I didn’t realize you would want to walk.” He says, setting you on the ground.

“Well I would.” You turn to the driver. “Don’t bother coming back, we’ll be walking home.” The woman driving nods before speeding off.

The building is massive. White marble steps lead up to large columns that line the entrance, it must be at least five stories, yet it seems like very few people are going in and out. He watches you take in the size of the building. Aside from the castle, it might be the biggest building on Naboo. Eventually you start making your way up the steps, the Mandalorian following closely behind you, when you reach the top he steps in front of you to hold the door open.

What a gentleman.

You hope for your sake that he’ll be feeling a little less like a gentleman later.

You want to stay focused on your poorly veiled attempts to seduce him but honestly the library is so breathtaking you lose focus of your task for a moment as you take in the shelves. It’s built like a ring, the center of the room is hollow going up, and much to your surprise, down. A railing keeps anyone who gets close from going over and you’re immediately drawn to it, the moment you put your hands on the rail to look down Din puts a protective hand on your waist.

It goes down as far as it goes up, you count six floors below and when you look up you count six above.

His grip tightens when you lean forward to try and see the bottom before pulling you away from the edge.

“I thought you were scared of heights?” He whispers, even though his tone is hushed it stands out in the jarring silence of the building.

“When I don’t expect them, this is fine.” Your eyes are wandering now through the wide expanse of shelves, your library back in the keep is probably the size of just one floor here. Oddly enough you haven’t seen a single person yet, or an employee. “Where is everyone?” His hand moves to the small of your back as he guides you towards the elevator in the back of the circular room.

“Everyone’s working right now, only a few droids are employed here, you’ll see them rolling around at some point.” Once he gets you on the elevator he’s pressing the buttons to take you to the top. You’re waiting for the doors to close as you give him an inquisitive look.

“The top?” He looks at you as you ask it, he’s tapping his foot as he waits for the doors.

“The basement levels are all academic nonsense, we’ll start at the top and work back to the ground floor.” You take a step to the left so your arm is against his. The doors finally shut and the two of you stand in the silence for only a moment before he turns his helmet to glare down at you. You can feel his gaze burning against your face.

If he has something to say he doesn’t voice it. And you’re happy to just rock back and forth on your heels until there’s a ding and the doors open. You step out ahead of him, the roof of the building is glass, sunlight streaming into the shelves. You find yourself quickly engrossed by the multicolored spines that line them. They’re organized by genre, and you currently find yourself surrounded by all the fiction you could ever possibly want.

You’re conflicted because you would love to spend the day trying to get under the Mandalorians skin, (and also just under him in general) but he’s taken you to the one place that might actually be able to distract you.

You can have your cake and eat it too if you play your cards right.

“Could you pick some for me? I loved the one you had me read yesterday, it was so exciting.” You grab his arm as you say it, there aren’t any droids to be seen on this floor and the entire building seems to be lacking cameras.

He begins to scan the shelves as you hold his arm, following next to him.

“So you aren’t up to anything, You’re just in a really good mood today?” His voice is low and secretive as he scans the shelves.

“I’m not you, I’m not always scheming to get the upper hand.” Except that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re hilarious.” He takes something off the shelf tucking it into his bag before carrying on through the stacks.

You do this for a good hour.

You follow him through the maze of shelves, he picks out a book, puts it in his bag, you keep walking.

Eventually you manage to find your favorite. It’s a little funny, the juxtaposition of such an imposing and regal library housing your campy romance novels, but they have such a wide collection you completely forget about the task at hand briefly as you search through them. He wanders off at one point, never completely out of sight but he lets you look in private.

This is a good opportunity to enjoy the library while also making an attempt to work him up.

You look exclusively for books about men wearing helmets. Knights, stormtroopers, clone troopers, a pilot finds his way into the mix. But best of all there’s actually a few Mandalorian ones.

Ravaged by Two Mandalorians, Bound in Beskar, and Unmasking the Alpha (a Mandalorian Erotic Novella)

They all look obscene and if you're being honest, a little ridiculous but you take all three under your arm and go over to him, holding them out.

“Can you put these in your bag please?” You spread them out so he can see all the titles.

“You can’t be serious.” He sounds almost mortified.

“Those ones looked the most interesting to me.” You give him big doe eyes as you say it and he hastily shoves them in his bag before taking your arm and dragging you towards the elevator.

“We’re done on this floor.” Is all he mumbles as he presses the buttons to take you down one.

You had hoped maybe he’d just drag you home but sure, this is fine.

Except the next floor isn’t really all that sexy.

It’s a lot of technical stuff. Machinery, maintenance, all sorts of stuff you know he enjoys so you have no plans to rush him. He goes off on his own so you walk aimlessly until you find something you know he’s fond of.

Classic ships.

You have to flip through four books to find what you’re looking for but eventually you’re staring at the Razor Crest.

It was a military patrol craft, more importantly it’s a gunship. Seems like an odd choice for him, as strong as he is it’s hard to imagine him as a soldier.

He doesn’t seem like the type to follow orders.

“That’s my ship.” He’s looking over your shoulder as you close the book, putting it back in its spot.

“I thought you didn’t have a ship? Wasn’t that the whole reason you took this job?”

“It was my ship. Had a little accident.” He sounds genuinely saddened by the loss.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I never would have met you if it hadn’t happened.”

That would be so sweet if it didn’t make you want him even more.

You settle on a smile.

“Next floor?” You say as you watch a droid roll past, seemingly vacuuming the nonexistent dirt on the carpet.

“Next floor?” You ask.

You’re back in the elevator.

You're on the next floor.

And you’re surprised to find that half of this floor is cook books. It’s a more than thorough collection, covering every sort of thing you can imagine, from every planet you can imagine.

He’s much less interested in this floor but you know exactly what you want.

It’s easy to find the first thing you’re looking for. A book on Naboo deserts. You quickly hand it to him before looking further, when you find the second book you’re looking for it’s just out of your reach.

Which is more than fine.

You stand on your tiptoes, your fingertips barely reaching the shelf it’s on and exactly as you knew he would, Din puts a hand on your waist and reaches up over you to get it, boxing you between the shelves and his body.

You “stumble” a bit in “surprise” when he does. You keep an innocent look on your face as your hips shamelessly grind back against his. His grip on your waist tightens and he holds you still as he gets the book down, turning you around so your back is to the shelves and you’re facing him.

“Really?” He hands you the book you had wanted and you immediately hand it back to him.

“What? You scared me, and this is for you.”

He stares down at it. It’s a children's cookbook. He scoffs, but much to your delight, puts it in his bag.

He clearly has more to say but as you give him yet another innocent smile he sighs and leads you back towards the elevator once more.

He pretends he doesn’t know exactly what you’re doing.

You pretend you don’t see him adjust himself in his flight suit.

You spend all your time on this floor trying to get him flustered. The only time you’re sure it works is when you drop a book and really take your time picking it up.

You catch him clenching and unclenching his fist afterwards.

On the next floor you manage to find your own Mando’a translation book. He hesitates when you hand it to him but eventually puts it in his bag.

On the last floor you tell him how excited you are to go home and read. He nods and any words he has in response seem to get caught in his throat.

When you’re finally done his bag is overflowing with books and you return to the ground floor, he sets them on some sort of scale near the entrance and a number comes up. He inserts about a quarter of the credits from the purse into the machine and then puts the books back into his bag.

“Why did you have to pay? Aren’t we just borrowing these?” He holds the door open for you to leave as you ask, following you out onto the steps.

“You can borrow them, you can also buy them, they’ll replace them quickly, I thought you might want to own some of these.” He leads you down the steps, the city seems to be getting busier, you must have spent your whole day inside without even realizing it.

It’s a beautiful walk back to the castle, you’re actually a little mad you didn’t get to walk this route earlier.

It’s also the first time you’ve seen the people of Naboo outside of the markets.

It’s immediately clear to you why they don’t like Kodo, or you assume, most of the royal family.

It’s clean, and it’s pretty here but you can tell the people are terribly overworked and more than miserable, you find yourself reaching into Din’s bag for the coin purse.

Before you know it you’re walking into the crowds handing out credits to anyone who will take them. Din stays close the entire time, his arm hovering over your waist without really touching you but you aren’t worried.

No one here is going to hurt you.

People come and go quickly with thanks and gentle squeezes of your hands until the bag is empty, once that happens you promise to come back with more another day.

You talk to the people that will get close enough, once the money’s gone most people shoot nervous looks at Din at scurry off but a few stay to chat, mostly older people who hold your hands tightly, you had planned on rushing home initially and making an attempt at tackling the Mandalorian onto the bed but now you want nothing more than to talk to the people.

Your people.

You wish you had talked to them sooner, that you had stopped that day in the markets because they’re all incredibly kind.

It’s probably because you’ve been cooped up and the only times you’ve been out you’ve always been distracted but this is the first time you truly feel like a princess.

The first time you’ve realized that you have subjects.

Once the crowd completely thins, you’re sitting on a bench with an elderly woman who’s holding your hands in hers as she tells you about her daughters store, she sells groceries and food items from what you can tell and you do your best to listen intently. The Mandalorian has given you a bit of space now that people have left, he’s standing against a brick building on the other side of the street, watching patiently.

“He is your protector?” The woman you’ve learned is named Vivian nods in his direction and you smile as his head adjusts slightly, of course he’s listening in.

“Yes. He’s my keeper.” Street lights are beginning to come on as the sun sets, shops around you are closing for the day.

“I haven’t seen a Mandalorian around here in quite some time.” As she speaks a group of children are approaching Din, none of them can be older than five, running around as their parents deal with their last customers of the day.

“He’s the first one I ever met. I thought they’d be different.” Surprisingly, the children aren’t afraid of him. If anything they’re intrigued, unlike the adults they know nothing of Mandalorians, they have yet to feel the unearned hesitancy towards them.

“How so?” The older woman's hands are wrinkled and soft as she holds yours.

“I didn’t think they’d be so kind.” Din crouches down to be at their height, giving the group a small wave. One brave little girl comes right up and slaps her chubby little hands against his knee, when he doesn’t react the rest of the group deems it safe enough to follow suit, soon he’s covered in little ones, all tugging at the Beskar and giggling until he settles on just sitting on the ground, letting them play.

“How is life in the royal family, my lady? Are you enjoying your time in the castle? The people almost didn’t believe you were real, no one’s seen you, we only heard tales of a young woman set to marry prince Harand.” She makes a face as she says his name. So it’s true, they don’t care for him.

“It’s perfectly well.” Your eyes are still focused on Din who is carefully pulling a toddler off of his back to set him down in front of him. It’s the most patient you’ve seen him be, he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the onslaught of children, several have taken to just sitting in his lap playing with the belts that go across his chest. “If anything it’s just boring. Not a lot for me to do, just a lot of reading.” The woman hums, content on just watching the children with you once she realizes they’ve caught your attention.

He’s managed to settle the majority down, they all sit in front of him now, a few of the younger ones continue to tug at his armor and one little girl sits on his leg, her dark eyes sparkle in the street lights and her hair is done up in several little buns as she stares up at him in awe. It takes you a second to realize he’s playing a game with them, he holds out both his hands in closed fists towards the closest child, a little Rodian boy who excitedly points to his left hand which he opens to reveal a credit in his palm which he hands to the little one.

You catch a glimpse of his other hand.

There were credits in both of them.

He goes around through all the kids until every single one has won. You don’t realize until he’s done that you had run out of money earlier, he was using his own for this little game.

Once every child gets a chance to win he goes back to being a personal playground, he picks up one excited toddler who was drooling on his pauldron, setting him down in his lap, letting him hold one of his fingers.

“You’re right.” You jump a bit, you’d nearly forgotten you were sitting next to Vivian.

“I’m sorry?” You give her an apologetic smile, you’ve been so focused on Din you’d completely zoned out.

“He is kind.” She gives you a warm smile and you can’t help but smile back at her, she stands and you stand with her, letting her take your arm as you help walk her to her daughters storefront and you promise to visit again soon before returning to Din who is now handing little ones who cling to him to their respective parents. The little girl with the buns in her hair is refusing to let go, her chubby fingers wrapped around his cowl until he reaches into his bag, handing her one of the cakes from the markets before peeling her off of him and handing her to her parents, standing once they’re gone.

“You’re good with them.” When you speak he looks at you and then at the practically empty street before offering up his arm.

No one’s around, what’s the harm?

You take his arm and the two of you walk, the sun completely out of the sky now.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” He says softly. Your eyes are trained on the stars above but he’s staring only at you.

“With your little one?” He pulls you closer as you say it.

“With my little one, yes.”

“I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You tear your eyes from the stars to stare into the visor. He nods and you continue, looking back to the stars. “Who’s his mother?” He laughs slightly when you say it.

“I don’t know, I don’t know who his father is either. Is that all you wanted to ask?”

No. Now you have more questions than ever but you’ve already promised yourself you’d wait until he told you himself. So you nod.

“That’s it.”

“Okay.” He lets go of your arm as you approach the castle and shortens his steps so he’s behind you.

You go through the same routine as last time, turning in your trackers before being let in, you walk in silence up to your chambers. You both know what’s going to happen when you get there. When you open the door you turn to him, giving him the sweetest smile you can muster.

“Wanna come in so we can go through the books?” He hesitates for only a moment before nodding and stepping in. When you close the door you lock it as loudly as possible.

He carefully sets the books that you had picked for yourself onto your vanity along with four he picked out for you.

You walk to the center of the room, humming quietly to yourself as you slip your flats off. He turns when he’s done to look at you, standing firmly in place.

“I like that dress on you.” He says it so quietly you barely catch it, flashing him a smile.

“Thanks, I was hoping you’d like it.” You bunch up the skirt a bit, swaying it back and forth before making your way over to him, your fingers play with his gauntlet.

“Not tonight, princess…” He mumbles as you do which immediately has you frowning.

“I couldn’t possibly want it more Din.” You give him a reassuring look but he still shakes his head.

“What is this about? Seriously, no secrets, why won’t you touch me? I’m giving you permission.”

He’s silent for a moment and when he speaks his voice is small.

“I just got you back, I can’t ruin this again.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t want you to think this is just sex for me.”

“I know it isn’t.” You bring your hand up to rest flat against his chestplate, over where his heart would be. “How many times have I asked you to leave me be and you have refused? I am asking you to stay and now you won’t do that either.”

“That was different.” His hand rests atop yours.

“How?”

You can tell he’s struggling to find the words but you know to just give him time, let him figure it out on his own. Just when you think he might give up and leave, he speaks.

“When you asked me to leave you alone I stayed because it was my job. It was my duty to protect you.” His visor is trained on your face as he speaks. “Now I leave because you are much more than that. You are not my job anymore, you’re my faith.” Your breath catches in your throat as he says it. “You have made me a devout man, princess.” Your hand moves to rest on the cheek of his helmet and he takes a small step forward before his fingers come up to play with the flower charm on your necklace.

You’re at a bit of a loss for words.

He tends to have that effect on you.

“I don’t just care for you, sarad’ika, I worship you.” His words are soft and hushed.

“Then show me.”

He doesn’t move so you bring your other hand to his helmet, like you’re cradling his face.

“Do you want me?” Your words are stern as you force him to hold your gaze.

“Always.”

“And you said you wouldn’t touch me again unless I wanted you to?”

“Yes.” The hand playing with your necklace drops, and you take a step back.

“I want it Din.” You reach your hands back to the buttons on your dress and with one sharp tug you hear them all clatter to the ground and you let the fabric fall into a heap on the floor. You’re standing before him in the white satin nighty, when he doesn’t move you go to turn off the lights in the room before you walk to the closet, opening the door. “I’m not going to force you if you aren’t ready, but I promise, I want it.” You leave him standing there in the dark, the door to the closet left open as you stand, shuffling through your sheets before clicking on the lamp, turning to give the door one last glance.

In all honesty you expect to hear your bedroom door open and shut.

Much to your surprise he’s standing in the doorway of the closet, the lamp light flickers off of the silver steel of his armor and he shuts the door behind him before he takes only a couple long strides to stand before you.

No words are spoken as he kneels in front of you, his hands holding your hips as you stare down at him.

“You want me to show you?” He whispers it in the dim glow that surrounds the two of you. You only nod in response. His hands move down your sides, down your bare thighs, your calves and your ankles before tracing right back up. “You’ll let me worship you?”

“Yes.” You whisper back to him and his hand reaches over as he turns off the lamp.

In the darkness you hear him shedding his armor, he stays in front of you, on his knees as he does.

You count the pieces of metal as they hit the floor.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And finally there’s that hiss of air.

Eight.

His hands pull you down to your knees so you’re face to face with him and he guides your hands to the zippers on his flight suit, letting you pull the fabric off of him, tossing it somewhere behind him in the darkness before hastily pulling his face to yours.

It feels less like a kiss and more like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips with his.

He doesn’t tear the fabric from you this time, instead he carefully lifts it over your head before tossing that aside as well, in the pitch black you’re left only in your panties as he lays you back into the pillows and sheets, slotting himself between your legs his hand is lifting one slightly and you gasp as you feel him place a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

He doesn’t speak, which is a bit funny because previously that was all he did when you had sex but this time is different. Without a mask to hide behind he’s not the dominant man you knew.

Now he is your acolyte.

He doesn’t speak because he is to busy showing you his devotion as his mouth moves up your leg, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches your thighs, he’s moved so he’s on his stomach as he throws your legs over his shoulders, sucking the meat of your thighs into his mouth, feverishly making sure not to miss a spot.

His lips are everywhere but where you want them.

You aren’t sure how long he does this but it feels like hours, he does nothing but gently nip at your thighs, soothing each little bite with a kiss or with his tongue until your hands find his hair, tugging gently.

“Mando please…” You whine as you pull at his curls.

“Say my name cyare, please.” It isn’t a demand, it’s not his usual commanding bedroom tone, it’s a plea. “I love when you say my name.”

Who could deny him that? When he sounds so fucking desperate?

“Din, please.” That’s all it takes for his fingers to tug down your panites, tossing them aside before he gets back into the position he was in. He doesn’t tease, he doesn’t hesitate, the moment he’s able to he’s diving into you, his tongue spreads open our folds before he sinks it into your heat.

Stars, that tongue.

You’ve thought about that tongue for a long time.

He’s used that tongue to tease you, to mock you, and to taunt you. But now he’s chosen to drive you mad with it.

He traces up and down your folds, his stubble scratches at you deliciously as he’s trying to find what you like the most as you fall apart against him, as he fucks your hole with his tongue his nose bumps against you clit making you groan, your fingers gripping the blankets around you.

He mumbles incoherently against your cunt before doing it again, letting you grind your face against him as he continues to mumble until finally you manage to sit up on your elbows through your gasps and moans.

“D-Din.” You stammer out but he doesn’t react in the slightest other than wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pulls you close to him. “Din! Fuck! Din I c-can’t hear you.” He still doesn’t so much as react to you so you finally just reach down, pulling him off of you by his hair, his breath is labored as his grip on your thighs loosens.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You’re breathing just as hard as he is as he says it, his voice fills the darkness.

“I’m fine, I just, I can’t hear you.” You let go of his hair, bringing your hand down to caress his face, the bottom half of which is soaked.

“Kriff, sorry mesh’la.” His grip on your thighs tightens once more and one of his hands moves under you to rest against your spine as he rolls himself over. It’s as impressive as it is surprising, you squeal as it happens, your entire body is shifted from laying down to sitting upright in an instant. You have to lean forward to regain your balance. He’s on his back now with you hovering above his face on your knees. “I was telling you to sit on my face, sarad. It’ll be easier.”

You want to tell him that you’re too heavy, that you’re worried that you’ll hurt him but he pulls you down by your thighs before you can protest. From this angle his tongue pushes deeper into you and you can ride his nose, so any complaints you have die in your throat, especially when he starts moaning against your core.

Your fingers go to his hair, gripping his curls as he forces your weight down onto him, you can feel his hips grinding against nothing behind you as he does. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly and it’s clear that he can tell because his efforts somehow further as he moans again, the vibrations have you squeezing his head with your thighs.

Your vision goes white as he tilts his head up to suck on your clit sharply. The thread snaps and you’re cumming, the small room is filled with your moans as his tongue moves back at your hole and you can hear him obscenely lapping at your juices. You need a second to recover. As you sit up on your knees his face follows, trying desperately to lick you clean and you have to gently push him off.

“T-too sensitive Din. Give me a second.”

He immediately pulls away, sitting up so he can lay you down on the blankets, he goes back to kissing you wherever he can get his mouth as you catch your breath.

He travels across your hips, up your navel, you’re certain he kisses every one of your ribs until his lips settle on your breast, his tongue swirls around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth making your back arch up and into him.

You’ve never had someone pay attention to you like this. Sure, previously he had been the best sex of your life but this is entirely different. Without the helmet on he’s Din. Your Din. And Din seems to be considerably more shy than the Mandalorian you know. Without his helmet he definitely doesn’t talk as much, but his mouth is on you constantly.

You wonder to yourself as his lips move to your other breast if he’s ever gotten to do this with anyone else. Maybe he’s simply eager to put his mouth on something that isn’t a ration pack. Your thoughts are shut up as his hands spread your thighs and he cups your pussy before letting two of his fingers slide through your folds. His mouth moves up again, kissing every inch of your chest before settling on your neck.

He nuzzles his face into your neck before deeply inhaling your scent, groaning as his fingers find your still swollen bud. He doesn’t move though, waiting for your permission as they simply rest atop it, his mouth going to work on your throat.

“Yes Din, it’s okay.” You whisper as he nods, humming against your skin as he starts drawing circles against you, you’re moaning again, terribly loud, as he rubs lazy shapes into you. Your hands find purchase against his shoulders.

Gods, he’s broad. Significantly less broad than he looks with the armor on but he’s still just generally big. You let your hands wander across his body as he rubs your clit, it seems like he’s trying to see just how loud he can make you. He’s big but as you trace his scarred back you discover he’s surprisingly lean. The armor must bulk him up because he feels surprisingly lithe. His fingers sink into you and he begins to grind his palm against your clit as they do, you immediately gasp at the stretch.

“Maker-” His mouth covers yours, interrupting your sentence, when he pulls away he’s panting.

“There is no Maker. There’s only you.” His mouth is back on yours as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you and you’re already close again as you scratch at his back. Eventually when you're a mess all over again, chanting his name, as you gasp for air he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. He keeps his hand still at this point, letting you chase your release as you ride his fingers until you’re seeing stars again.

He happily swallows your moans as you finish again.

You’re about to ask for another break but he’s sitting up on his knees, one hand on your waist as he whispers your name like it’s a prayer, and you feel the tip of his cock against your folds, you can feel the heat coming off of him.

“P-please, please gedet’ye. Ni linibar gar, s-sarad let me, please.” And he sounds so fucking needy. Like never before, he never asks, he takes, he makes you beg, yet right now he’s whining as he swipes his thick cockhead through your wetness, inhaling sharply through his teeth as he does.

There isn’t a world in which you could say no to him now.

You still feel like your body is coming down from you high, buzzing with ecstasy, but you sit up to grab him by the back of his neck, pulling him back down on top of you.

“Yes, Din, I’m all yours.” You barely finish the sentence as he pushes himself into your weeping cunt. His moan is animalistic as he leans down and bites down on your shoulder to muffle the pornagraphic sound.

And Maker it hurts. You’ve never felt so good while hurting you’re sure of it. Every nerve in your body is alive as he starts rocking his hips into you, slowly working himself into you. After several lewd moans and whines from the both of you he’s got himself fully inside your cunt, he kisses you softly between your eyes.

“Gods, please, move Din, please.” You manage to mutter out and he happily obliges.

He’s certainly never fucked you like this.

Not in the library, not on his birthday, not even during your first time.

No, this is like he’s trying to get you off as quickly as possible, like the only thing he can focus on is your pleasure. He’s immediately lifting your hips slightly so he can thrust perfectly against that spot inside of you.

You aren’t sure when you started crying, you’ve been overstimulated since your first orgasm so it doesn’t surprise you all that much, but he’s kissing the corners of your eyes, your tears sticking to his lips as he does. Much to your disappointment he slows his pace.

“Are you okay sarad? I can stop, or slow down.”

That’s the last thing you want right now.

“I’m- I’m fine Din, please.” You whine as you scratch at his shoulders.

You can feel him nod, both of your bodies are slick with sweat as he starts pounding into you again, significantly slower than before and you know he’s nervous about your tears.

It’s hard to come up with a plan because even though he’s thrusting you with less power than before your head is still clouded with lust and you can’t really think of ways to convince him that you’re fine.

You aren’t exactly sure what you’re doing but you grab his face in your hands before you whisper words you aren’t entirely sure you know how to pronounce but could never forget.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

His entire body tenses up, it’s like all the air in the room is gone and you’re about to apologize until you feel his forehead rest against yours.

“Say that again.” He sounds fucking wrecked.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

You still aren’t exactly sure what you’re saying but it works because his lips are on yours with a newly ignited passion and he’s slamming into you again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You know that? Fucking perfect.” He mumbles the words into your mouth as he pistons himself into you, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy. Your stomach feels like it’s cramping up as another climax builds, your fighting to catch your breath.

You finish first. His hand has to cover your mouth. You scream so loudly.

He follows shortly after, pulling out before jerking himself off, you feel him cum hit your stomach.

He collapses next to you and briefly the only sounds in the darkness are both your gasps for air until you bring your fingers down to your stomach to scoop up his seed before sucking them clean, savoring the salty metallic taste.

His knuckles brush against your arm.

“Are you happy now sarad?”

You wish he could see the dopey grin on your face.

“Yes.”

You know you won’t be able to keep your eyes open much longer as he pulls you against him, placing a kiss into your hair. He mumbles a few things in Mando’a that you don’t recognize but you do catch the end of his sentence before you succumb to sleep.

“Jate ca, ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

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hanafubukki · 15 days

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hi Hana :o) i had a question for you, what does Lilia like to do to remind you that he loves you?

Hello Gray 💞🫂💚

It’s not his cooking that’s for sure 😂😆 jkjk we all know that’s his love language. My poor stomach 😅😂

For me, his actions always spoke greatly of his love.

Giving hugs after work. Especially on those days when I come home tired and the hugs are tighter. Where he leads me to sit and takes off my shoes for me. Gently massaging them after being on it all day.

Having a bath ready for me to soak in. The intimacy of being together and him running a soothing hand over tense muscles 🥹💞 gently massaging and shampooing my hair.

Cute actions like leaving funny post it notes around our home, with jokes or flirts. Some of them are so old I would have to look them up or ask malleus on the down low 😂

I feel Lilia knows old courting methods and new and he would have a combination of them even after marriage.

Picking flowers and giving them to me. Watching the nighttime together. Just being spontaneous and going out flying with me in his arms 🥰

Knowing when my mind over thinks or anxiety might be getting to me, and him grounding me by massaging my shoulders or rubbing my hands, distracting me with words or asking me to talk to him.

Purposely causing chaos in the kitchen or somewhere else to literally get my mind off of it lolol

Allowing himself to be vulnerable with me. Where he speaks his thoughts that he was afraid of before. Allowing me to be his shoulder, something he’s so afraid to do 🥺

Lately especially, the way he calms me before sleep, shows his love. Calming my restless mind, talking to me, his voice putting me to sleep gently.

And I literally mean it 😭 I have been able to fall asleep quicker because of his voice and have dreams. It’s been a struggle for me to sleep the past few months especially but something about him? Talking to me just knocks me out 🥹

The spoken “I love yous” when separating and reuniting, whenever we see each other, he doesn’t care if others are around 😂 he’ll let it be known 🫶💞 they are the ones intruding.

Just being there for me, like he knows I need him. Lately, he’s been showing up right when I need it most and unexpectedly 🥹 the latest incident was an earring I recieved reminding me of him. A little accessory saying I’m his. 💞💚

A bit nsfw below, so feel free to skip

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He knows how to ruin me. Lately it’s been, “I want to be ruined by him” and he doesn’t hold back. He tires me out to the point of exhaustion.

A certain tone of voice he uses when he knows I’m overdoing it or overworking myself.

The way he seeks my pleasure out before his own. Or the times when it’s reversed and he delays mine on the edge until I’m begging

The little kisses on the back of my neck 🥹💞

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*rolling around in bed*

Thank you for sending this Gray 🥹🫂💞 I am literally melting thinking about it 💚💚

#answered #🌺gray🌺#deflowered #Liliana #<- my ship name for us and it’s also our daughters name 🥰💞🫶

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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Smooth Talker

| From Request Number 3.

Okoye x Black Fem! American Reader

Summary: You have an obsession with old, cliche pickup lines, and Okoye seems to be the main one at the recieving end of them. Though she often pretends that she isn't very fond of you, somehow she's fallen in love with your goofy self.

Author's Note: I know you said American, so I did write with an American accent in mind, and somehow, it came out sounding very country-esque. I want you to know that I’m not trying to generalise the American accent in this writing, but rather that I chose the one accent that I felt fit the story in a charming way. It’s purely just what I was specifically thinking of as I wrote. Much like how the rest of my fics work in the same way.

Word Count: 5k

Just jokes and a fun time

Warning: Extremely bad jokes, Mention of minor injuries

When Okoye had been asked to be in Shuri’s lab for the day, she’d assumed it would just be a slow day of observing what they did there, not fully paying attention, and sometimes giving her slightly unwanted but very honest opinions about the things that were being made.

She agreed without hesitation, going to the lab and standing just by the entrance. She couldn’t see Shuri anywhere, which she noted as unusual, but still no red-flags came up for her.

Out of all the things she thought was happening, a set up of some kind had been far from the first idea on her list.

At first she didn’t notice.

She heard 2 pairs of footsteps approaching and thought nothing of it. Shuri sometimes brought people in with her, so still it would be nothing unusual if one of Wakanda’s scientists entered beside her.

As they got closer. Okoye thought that she heard something familiar. She grew extremely quiet, even temporarily pausing her breathing to get a clear hearing of it.

It took a few seconds, but then it definitely repeated itself. She heard not only a specific sound, but a specific voice.

A hearty melodic voice that expressed genuine joy. In a laugh.

A laugh that, although was very unique and could not be easily imitated, didn’t quite fit into the ‘annoying laugh’ category.

Okoye enjoyed hearing the sound, and it was soothing to hear for the most part. But knowing who the owner of it was, she started to panic.

She had to find a way out.

She couldn’t leave through the door. She’d be caught instantly.

She couldn’t pretend to not see the woman either as that would only fuel her desire to talk to her.

Her eyes scanned the room for any hiding places, knowing that it would seem childish to hide but also wanting to continue having a day where her sanity wasn’t tested.

The only way that this would happen was if she didn’t make any contact with the woman she thought of at all.

So she made her way more into the lab to try her best to hide and blend into the room until she could make her escape.

She was almost there too.

Then, “Hey, Okoye!” your voice rang loudly through the lab; stopping her movement.

‘Bast help me.’ she prayed silently, turning around to give you her signature serious face as she walked towards you and Shuri.

She saw the look on the latter's face, and she finally realised that she was probably the cause of her dilemma all along. Shuri had clearly set Okoye up so she could watch the ultimately ridiculous encounter that always seemed to happen when you were around each other.

“Hello, Y/n.” Okoye said as professionally as she could.

You had your typical ridiculously cocky smile on your face that Okoye never seemed to be able to knock off.

Shuri smirked, watching the two of you look at each other with completely opposite expressions. When you’d suggested that she get Okoye into the lab just before you arrived, she knew it would be a sight to see.

She didn’t like deceiving the General but it sure was entertaining when she did.

The General almost looked impressed at the intentional coincidence, but she wasn;t about to show any respect towards the cruel situation she’d been placed in.

She wasn’t going to give Shuri any praise for this particular trick. Not when the first thing that she had to hear you say to her was, “I know it's the umpteenth time that we’ve met but um, do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Then came that laugh again. So warm but so, so dumb. You laughed like you genuinely thought you were the funniest person in the world.

Every joke or pickup line was either bad, or absolutely terrible but every single time without fail; you’d laugh. And you’d get others to join you too.

Just like Shuri right then.

She tried to keep her mouth closed so her laugh wouldn't travel but she still allowed herself to be infected with the foolishness that you brought with you.

Okoye wasn’t the same, however. She looked at you. As in really looking at you. Standing her ground and not even letting her lips quiver in their temptation.

Her eyes let you know that you weren’t getting anywhere with that.

Much like she’d been trying to let you know for the past 2 years that she’d known you personally.

You never seemed to give up though. And for some reason Okoye could tell that this time was no different.

“Back so soon.” she said, smirking at your surprised reaction to the question. “You know, back in my day people who never seemed to settle down into one place were called Nomads. Though, with you it’s strange. They usually travel in groups. But I have yet to see you with anyone else.”

“Oh, so that’s how you wanna be today, huh?” you asked, gaining a grin from the woman, “And you know you’re not that much older than me. Stop playin’.”

“How would I know that? I barely pay attention to you.”

“Come on now, Okoye. There’s no need to keep lyin’. I know you pay attention. You love me. I see it all over that pretty face of yours. I’m sure you were thinking of me the entire time that I was gone.”

“How would I have had the time to do that? You never leave for long enough for me to even realise that you’re gone.”

“I was gone for an appropriate amount of time.” you argued. You knew that she was just trying to get to you but you were completely fine with going along with it.

“So what’s brought you back?”

You grinned, seeing that she’d set herself up. “You.”

“Oh, Bast.” you heard Shuri whisper to herself, realising that she was still there. She was clearly enjoying herself more than a lot.

Okoye tried to seem unfazed, but it was clear that your answer had caught her slightly off guard.

“Nice try.” she said, looking away from you.

“Okay maybe it wasn’t all you. Shuri also asked me to help her on a mission. Plus I had a new invention on my mind and you know that Wakanda’s the only place I can make this kind of stuff without gettin’ arrested.” Okoye’s stance softened, though she grew slightly disappointed at the real answer.

“But…” you quickly said. “I saw you walkin’ by and I just had to come and say hello.”

“I wasn’t walking anywhere.”

“Yeah, you were. I literally saw you walkin’ in that direction.” you pointed to where she’d been going before you called her.

“You were.” Shuri pitched in.

Okoye looked at where you pointed, a guilty expression on her face.

Now you wore the biggest smirk. “I got you there didn’t I, General?”

She accidentally let herself chuckle, causing you to laugh in victory.

She couldn’t deny that she’d grown used to the face that you made when you won over her in one of your back and forth conversation battles.

She enjoyed seeing it now just as much as she had the first day that she’d met you.

2 Years Earlier

The General made her way around the palace after a morning of training, wanting to make rounds through the entire place to see if any of the royals required assistance with anything.

She didn’t believe that her skills would be very highly sought-after since it was a fairly quiet day, but it was her duty to make sure.

After going around almost the entire building, she ended up in front of Shuri’s lab.

It was louder than usual, and although music sometimes played throughout the day, the sound coming from inside was definitely being made by people talking.

It piqued Okoye’s interest; prompting her to go inside.

As she entered she felt a happy energy throughout the room, two different laughs bouncing off of the walls. One in particular that she’d never heard before.

It was full, and deep, with an interesting pattern to its rhythm.

As she got closer to its source, she was surprised not to hear the usually very loud AI that Shuri had made informing people of her arrival into the room.

She reckoned that it was probably temporarily put on silent mode, seeing as a new guest was in there.

By the time that she was only a few steps away from Shuri, she identified an unknown woman standing next to her. Tinkering with a hologram.

She let her footsteps announce her present, awkwardly waiting for somebody to notice her.

The first person to notice her was the unknown woman. She looked up at her, and completely stopped working on what she’d been doing.

Okoye stared at the woman as she grinned at her in awe. She had a few choice words for her when over a minute had passed, but she kept them to herself.

Then the woman finally spoke, “Wow. I think I was just blinded by your beauty. I’m gonna need your name and number for insurance purposes.”

Okoye was taken aback at the words. Her face creased in confusion.

Shuri looked at you, then at where you were looking, saying a silent but excited “oh” when she saw the General standing there.

“General, this is my friend, Y/n. She’s a scientist.”

“Hey.” you said in a way that Okoye could only describe as delirious.

She hummed a greeting, still thrown off by your first comment.

What shocked her was how serious you seemed to be in saying your ridiculous line.

She shook her head, deciding to just turn around and leave. But before she could, you were getting up and trying to stop her. “Wait, gorgeous!” you said. Making her stop.

She turned to look at you again, watching you rummage around for words.

“Your name?” you asked.

Then the same smile that you’d greeted her with came back on your face. Like you’d come up with something good. “Or can I just call you mine?”

Okoye grew wide-eyed at that, looking around the room to figure out where you’d got the gumption to talk to her like that.

She was willing to be respectful, since you were apparently a friend of the princess, but she had to make it clear to whoever you were that she wasn’t like whatever you thought she was.

“It’s Okoye.”

“Well it was nice meetin’ you, Okoye.” you said. You put an emphasis on her name. Like you’d decided right then that it was a name that you were going to remember. Like you’d just permanently stored it into your brain.

She shook her head, dismissing herself before she allowed herself to get too familiar with you.

You let her go, smiling to yourself as you returned to Shuri’s side.

“I know you already knew her name.” Shuri called you out as soon as you sat back down.

You laughed to yourself. She’d told you about the General many times.

“I was just tryna make a good first impression.” you admitted.

Shuri rolled her eyes, unsurprised at your choice to pick Okoye as the woman you were going to ultimately fixate on from then on.

Hours after the first encounter, Okoye had silently been hoping that you had left already.

She’d assumed that you wouldn’t be involved with anything that she was doing in the palace so she wasn’t all that pleased when she came back into the lab and saw both you and Shuri standing together.

“What are you doing here?” She let herself impulsively speak, gaining an intense side-eye from Shuri.

“Okoye!”

“Nah, it's okay, Shuri. I’ll give her some time to get used to me.” you grinned at her.

The General sighed, going forward to look at what she was called to do.

“Y/n and I have been working on a few new devices for the past few months and we need you to tell us how you feel about our new designs.”

“So she’s an inventor too.” Okoye said, eyeing you from across Shuri’s shoulder.

“Yes I am. And a good one too. I’m a full package deal really.” you shot back.

“Can the two of you behave yourselves, please?” Shuri groaned.

Okoye scoffed, going back to what Shuri was showing her.

The two of you stayed quiet while she looked through the designs for the new devices that you’d been working on. And from what she saw, you looked almost excited for her to see them.

After a few minutes of standing between the two of you, Shuri left to tend to her other projects. Instructing you to continue showing your designs to Okoye and taking notes on where they could improve.

Okoye stayed where she was standing, while you stepped closer to her. She looked up at you with only her eyes for a second, before looking back down to the table where your holographic designs stood.

She went through a fast procedure of looking at a design, telling you what she liked and then adding notes on what could be improved. Then you’d take a few minutes to write down the notes and you’d go to the next one. You got through about 8 designs before she realised that you hadn’t been taking notes for the last 2 designs.

You were looking down towards the table, but it was clearly not at the designs.

“What?” she finally asked.

You gave her a mischievous grin, “Your hand looks lonely. Can I hold it for you?”

Your hand approached hers, wanting to touch it. Kissing her teeth, she swatted it away.

Just like before, you chuckled in delight at the sight of her annoyance. Laughing was clearly something you did often.

It was slowly growing on her.

Very slowly.

“Can you focus on the task at hand, miss ‘good inventor’. You’ll find that this design is especially in need of improvement.”

Your face fell, and you looked down at your design. “What’s wrong with it?” you asked. Okoye nearly stopped messing with you right then. Seeing your face getting so worried at the idea of your design being bad.

Keyword: Nearly.

“It seems unrealistic.”

“What’s unrealistic about it!?” you demanded.

“You’re trying to tell me that you can make a shoe that can make any human run as fast as someone with supernatural speed abilities.”

“Well it’s not that simple.” you complained.

Now she decided to stop being so hostile.

She gave you as good of a smile as she would any stranger. “Then tell me how it works.”

Your eyes lit up at that, and for the next 40 minutes you rambled on about how you were able to figure out how superspeed worked in supernaturals. And how to use the elements you’d found in your investigation to replicate and centre them into a single object (in this case; a pair of shoes) that would slightly fuse with the body that they were on, to absorb, build up, and generate enough kinetic energy to run extremely quickly.

Okoye didn’t bother to pay attention to most of what you said, but she pretended to care for most of it. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to make you feel better, but she did.

Well, at least she wanted to when you were being serious.

When you went back to your corny pickup lines, she grew less tolerant of you again.

And luckily for her, you’d allowed yourself to get distracted again at some point.

“I think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes.” you muttered out.

She looked at you, realising what you’d said and immediately she was back to how she had been acting before.

“You should go back to Shuri. I'll finish the notes on your designs.”

She started to direct you back to where Shuri was.

You scoffed, “Okay, I see how it is with you.”

You voluntarily started to walk away. But just as Okoye had turned to go back to her table, you turned around again, calling her.

“Okoye, wait!”

She sighed deeply, slowly turning. “What now?”

“I just wanted to tell you; I’m no photographer, but I can definitely picture us together.”

You didn’t wait to see her reaction, rather choosing to turn back around and imagine that she smiled at you. Maybe even blushed.

She didn’t. Shuri watched her wave you off, going back to the table without a blush in sight.

When she saw you stumbling back to her with that smile on your face, she wondered what you’d seen that she hadn’t.

As you sat down next to her again, Shuri tried her best to cover up her surprised reaction.

She continued with her work for a few minutes while you daydreamed about the previous encounter.

Then, “I think your General likes me.” you said confidently.

She looked up at you, then back towards Okoye. Who was still not smiling.

“I don’t think you interpreted that moment correctly.” she no longer tried to hide how ridiculous she thought you sounded. Seeing as you were clearly in too much of a state to notice her words. Or her laughter.

You ignored her anyway, nodding your head as you silently hyped yourself up in your final decision.

“She likes me.”

You laughed in victory.

Presently…

“Did the sun just come out or did Okoye just smile at me?” you asked the two women as they looked down at the table full of new devices and inventions.

“This again.” Shuri groaned as she contemplated whether it had really been a good idea to set Okoye up to be there that morning.

Okoye, who had for some strange reason again allowed herself to grow comfortable in front of you, immediately stopped. Seeing where that had gotten her. She looked away from you.

“What am I looking at here?” Okoye steered the conversation back to the devices.

“What do you mean what are you lookin’ at? It’s the weapon gear we’ve been designin’ and makin’ for months.”

“Where are the improvements that we made?” Okoye asked.

You looked at Shuri nervously. You thought she’d told her.

“Um, Okoye.” Shuri spoke. “I may have forgotten to tell you that we decided not to add your suggestions for this one.”

“You forgot to tell me, or you didn’t want to?” The General corrected her.

Shuri tried her best to explain the situation.

You watched in amusement as you focused on the last details for your mission.

When you checked the time, and realised that you were running out of it, you had to get Shuri to stop talking so you could go.

“Shuri. We gotta get goin’.”

Shuri looked at the time, and looked at Okoye apologetically.

“No, you can spare me five more minutes to finish explaining how you think that the original design was somehow better than the one we worked on.” Okoye demanded.

“I’ll explain later. I promise.” Shuri said before going to get her things.

You waited for Shuri, watching as Okoye processed what she now knew.

You shrugged when she looked at you, “I thought she told you.”

“It’s your loss. Our designs were better.”

You wanted to stay and apologise, but Shuri was already at the door calling for you to leave with her.

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you. What's your favourite drink again?”

“My favourite drink?”

You smiled, “I'm asking so I know what to buy you on our first date when I get back.”

“You know what, you can just go now.” she said, waving you off.

“Oh come on, you’ve gotta admit that one was good!”

“Go!” she accidentally laughed once again.

“Ha! I knew you liked it.”

“Y/n! You have places to be!”

You waved her a goodbye, nearly tripping over your feet as you blew her a kiss goodbye.

The General tried to stop herself from smiling, finding it exceptionally hard.

“She’s so annoying.” she lied with a grin.

For the hours that remained in the day, she tried to stop herself from thinking about you and your corny jokes. Unfortunately only encouraging her brain to think back to your most outrageous ones over the years.

Like when Okoye had just been surveying a training session that you were in, and you pretended to have hurt your knee saying, “Do you have a band-aid? I scraped my knee falling for you.”

Or when the two of you had conveniently decided to have lunch in that same place at the same time and you said “If you were a fruit, you’d be a ‘fine-apple’.”

She remembered when she’d taken you back to your designated room after you’d spent an entire night working, and you’d drowsily said “Aren’t you tired?”

She’d said no, but you continued through her interruption.

“,from running through my mind all day.”

That was the first one that she’d ever allowed herself to properly laugh at. Helping you get into bed before closing the door and allowing herself to burst out into a fit of giggles.

She’d refused to talk about that night after it happened, feeling embarrassed that she’d let herself do it.

But now, she’d laughed a fairly large amount of times throughout the day with no shame, even though she’d dreaded seeinging you at first.

She was growing more and more confused at her conflicting feelings towards you. She realised that she probably would have told you what her favourite drink was had she had the guts to.

She didn’t want to throw all sorts of 4 letter words around looking to describe how she felt about you. Especially any ones that started with ‘L’.

When she passed the lab again after she’d been gone long enough for you and Shuri to be back, she forced herself to stop thinking about you in those uncomfortable ways.

She forced herself to stop indulging.

She entered the lab with a neutral expression, ready to face you again.

What she found in the lab was a complete wreck of messy stations and Shuri in her black panther suit. Hurt.

“Shuri, what’s going on?”

“Okoye! The mission didn’t go according to plan.”

“Well what are you still doing here? We need to get you to the infirmary.” She tried to make a grab for the younger woman but was quickly swatted away.

“I’m fine, Okoye. I have to do one more thing before I get myself checked out.”

“What’s so important that you’re willing to stay here in all this pain just to finish it?”

“Y/n was kidnapped!”

The world seemed to stop for a moment. All the air being sucked out of the room, making it harder to breathe.

“She was taken right out of my hands. I need to go find her.”

Okoye shook her head, “Let me do it,” she said without hesitation. Her head was screaming at her not to, asking her what on earth she was doing.

“I’ll go find her.” she told herself.

“Okoye. You know that those people are dangerous. I can’t let you go there without some type of-”

“I don’t care! We have to find her, Shuri. I don’t care what I have to do. I’m going to go find her.”

“Where is this coming from?” Shuri asked, looking at the General questionably.

Okoye shook her head, refusing to elaborate. “We have to get her back. She’s too important to-” She stopped herself.

Shuri finally connected the dots, “To you.” she finished.

Okoye looked down, staying quiet.

Shuri didn’t need to wait for answers, “Okay. I’ll stay here and guide you while you go.”

Okoye looked up again, saying a silent thank you.

Within a few hours Okoye was at the location that Shuri had directed her to, looking for the underground warehouse that you were supposedly taken to.

She walked around looking for an entrance, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she found herself ambushed by three people in masks.

Without hesitation she charged for the biggest one, taking them out and then going for the next.

When the last one was on the ground, pleading for her mercy she yelled, “WHERE’S THE ENTRANCE!?”

They pointed to the secret lever that opened the door to the building.

The General quickly knocked them out, making her way to the lever.

She pulled it, allowing herself to be lowered into the ground.

She went looking for you in every room. Finding herself fighting several people per room before she decided to go looking for the room that most likely held you in it instead of charging into every single one.

The doors were closed, so she listened for voices.

Then, she heard a loud screech,

She ran to the far end of the building, barricading through the door and aiming her spear at the guard that she was met with.

“Don’t hurt her!” you yelled, causing the General to turn around to see you in strangely high spirits.

“Y/n!” she let out a deep heavy breath, but then looked at the guard who was backed away in a corner.

She scowled at her, “Why shouldn’t I hurt her?” she hissed.

“She was goin’ to help me escape!” you explained.

Now Okoye couldn’t keep herself focused. She dropped her spear looking at you with many questions.

“How did you convince her to help you do that?” she asked.

“I asked her nicely. And I threw in some of my best pickup lines.”

Okoye gasped, “You used one of your lines on her?”

“Well I’ve been tryin’ them on you for 2 years and you haven’t done anythin’ with it so I was explorin’ my options.”

She stopped, realising how ridiculous you and her both sounded. Realising that the joke was over you actually explained, “I threatened her with the hidden weapon.”

She hummed in understanding, pointing her spear at the guard again.

“Let us go and I won’t hurt you.” she demanded.

The guard nodded, stepping towards and then past her.

Okoye went to you, helping you up and carrying most of your weight as she was led out through the exit.

She saved your exact coordinates on her beads, noting that Shuri would need them for when they inevitably had to come back.

She helped you onto the quinjet, laying you onto a chair while she started it on autopilot.

“I got her.” she told Shuri through her earpiece. She’d put it on silent mode for the majority of the mission.

Then she went back to look through and check you for injuries.

You co-operated as she took most of your gear off, testing the mobility of each part of your body.

“Are you a parkin’ ticket,” you started and Okoye already had her eye-roll ready. “,because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Y/n, focus. I need you to tell me where it hurts.” she pleaded.

You pointed to all over your abdomen, having gotten a pretty good beating there.

She took out the first aid she had and immediately got to work. She was barely breathing. Trying to get you wrapped and rested as soon as possible.

“Okoye, breathe. You saved me. I’m okay now.”

You put your hand on hers, forcing her to take deep breaths with you.

“Thank you.” she said.

“Any time.” you said, allowing her to finish.

When she got done, she sat down next to you, focusing on her breathing.

You were fine now. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.

She only came back to reality again when she heard you talking.

“You looked like if you could arrange the alphabet, you’d put U and I together.” you said, with a concerned smile on your face.

“What?” she asked.

“I mean you looked really scared back there. And right now.”

“Oh.” she said, “Well you should have just said that.”

“Yeah. I should have.” you agreed to make her feel better.

“But seriously. Why do you look so scared? Even if you hadn’t come; I would have found a way out. I would have been fine.”

Okoye took her time finding an answer. She barely knew why either. She’d grown so used to pretending to just tolerate you, these new feelings were hard to accept.

“You’re important.” she said.

“To who?” you asked, looking into her eyes for an answer. When she looked into yours with that same hesitation that she had earlier, you gasped. “To you?”

She didn’t respond at first.

“I’m important to you?” you asked again. You were smiling that victorious smile again, already making Okoye regret her next move.

“Don’t make a big thing out of it.” she told you, confirming your suspicions.

You completely ignored her request, making a very big deal about it.

“You like me! No, you love me!”

“No I don’t!”

“Admit it, Okoye. I’ve already found you out. Spare yourself the pain of keepin’ it to yourself.”

“Okay fine! Maybe I do. But you have to be more quiet. I don’t want just anyone knowing. “ she said, pointing to her ear.

You realised that she was talking about the earpiece, which she’d clearly forgotten to turn off. You nodded in understanding.

You whispered, “But you do?”

“Yes. I lov- like you. I like you.” she didn’t want to rush herself.

She waited for some other snarky remark to come out of you, turning to see you with tightly closed lips.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I was. But you're so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line.”

She looked at you in complete disbelief; laughing.

‘Only she could find a way to add her pickup lines into a serious conversation.’ she thought.

Maybe that’s why she liked you. You were relentless in trying to get what you wanted. Even when you had it.

It was refreshing to feel that dedication.

Okoye allowed herself to release all her tension around you now.

Then she felt you jolt in excitement. “What’s wrong?” she asked worried again.

“Nothin’. I just remembered what my line was.”

She sighed, “Go ahead.”

“Listen to this. If you borrow me a kiss, I promise to give it right back.” you chuckled looking at her.

And as stupid as it was, she actually borrowed you that kiss.

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

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bxngchxn · 3 years

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Elevated || h.js

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, college!skz

warnings: explicit content, fingering (f recieving)

description: stuck in an elevator with the cute boy from science class? you’re curious as to how the situation will escalate.

a/n: i am so sorry i said i’d post this last night and i never did but i am here to make it up to you (also some other works coming soon! keep a look out)

send me an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list!

this is a work of fiction and not meant for anyone under the age of 18

You really hate Mondays.

They’re always the longest, and for some reason things happen to go incredibly wrong on the first day of the week. Always.

Waking up and realizing you only have 10 minutes to get dressed and get to class, running across campus seems to be the only option if you want to make it there on time. The professor is strict, and won’t let you in even if you’re only a minute late to class.

You ignore the weird looks you get from students as you sprint across campus, just wanting to make sure today doesn’t get any worse.

The door to your classroom is already shut, and you know that if you try to walk in now, you’re going to be yelled at by the professor and kicked out anyway. It’s not a surprise to you, with the morning you’ve had, you kind of expected things to continue downhill.

Now having some extra time to kill, you head to the school cafe for a cup of (desperately needed) coffee, and then the library for some extra studying for your anatomy class that you’re going to walk into within the next hour and a half. It was your hardest class, and easily the most stressful one as well.

Luckily, your study session went uninterrupted and with no hiccups. Looking at your watch and realizing you need to get moving, you stand up from your spot at the library table only for a student walking by to knock into you, spilling your remaining coffee on your shirt. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask in your head, telling the girl who ran into you that it was fine, and that you’re okay once she started apologizing profusely. Of course, now not only are you running late again, but you have a giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Are you alright?” You hear someone chuckle next to you, and you look to your left and see Han Jisung, looking at you with concern but also a slight bit of humor in his eyes.

You’ve spoken to him a few times, the two of you sharing your anatomy class. He’s cute, you think, with his bright smile and energetic attitude. You also had a few mutual friends, Seungmin and Changbin, so you had heard more about him than you’ve actually spoken to him.

“Yeah, Jisung, I’m just fine. Thank you for asking,” you quip back, and he arches an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

“Seems like someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed today,” he says, and it makes you pout. “What makes you say that?” you say while looking away from him grumpily. “No reason, just saw you sprinting through campus out the window this morning, plus you’re like..covered in coffee” he says nonchalantly, and it makes you want to smack him. You both need to get to class though, and the thought makes you groan. “Ugh there’s no way I’ll be able to get to my apartment and change in time..” you say to yourself, looking down at the giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Here,” Jisung says, and you look up to see him taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. “Jisung I can’t, it’s really okay I’ll just change after class,” you tell him. He shakes his head, and shoves the hoodie into your hands. “I don’t want you to have to sit through class like that,” he says. You slip the hoodie on over your shirt, relishing in the scent of his cologne and how it makes your head spin just a little bit.

Not wanting the coffee to stain the inside of Jisung’s hoodie, you quickly maneuver your arms inside the oversized piece of clothing, and take your shirt off while making sure Jisung’s hoodie still covers you. Pulling your coffee stained shirt out from the neck hole of the hoodie, you look at Jisung who is staring at you with wide eyes. Before you can laugh at his state of shock, Jisung speaks up. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late!” He says, making his way towards the library exit.

You have no other choice but to follow him because he’s right, class is going to start and you’re not even in the science building. He notices you lingering behind and grabs your hand, leaving you completely shocked as he decides to take off once he steps foot outside, with you in tow. You try to keep up with him, stumbling over your feet while yelling at him to slow down, although it seems like he isn’t going to.

You make it inside the science building and book it up the stairs, praying that you’re not late. Seems as this time, luck is on your side. You and Jisung make it inside the classroom not thirty seconds before the professor does. The two of you exchange victory smiles, still catching your breath while the professor starts the lecture.

You tried to stay focused, but your eyes continued to wander towards Jisung every now and again. He managed to sit right where the sun was shining through the windows, and to put it quite frankly, his beauty was distracting. His tan skin seemed to be glowing, and he would bite his lip in concentration every now and again as he copied the notes from the board. Something about the way his lips looked made you want them against your own, and you were taken aback by your thoughts. You hadn’t even had a real conversation with him until two hours ago, and now you were thinking about kissing him? What is this feeling?

Your eyes move from focusing on his lips to his hands, watching the way they move as he takes notes. You can’t help but imagine what those hands would feel like on your body. His hoodie was warm enough, but you were sure his hands were something else.

You hear Jisung laugh quietly, and your eyes shoot up from their current focus to realize that Jisung had caught you staring at his hands. Your cheeks flush a bright red, and you turn your head back to the front of the classroom, hoping he’ll ignore it later.

“Well, thank god my classes are done for the day,” you say once you realize Jisung is waiting for you after lecture is over. Your cheeks are still a little pink, and you’re just waiting for the boy to make a joke about your obvious staring. Jisung laughs, too, and the sound makes you feel a little lighter. “Yeah I know right? Especially since the weather is getting cooler and I seem to have lost a hoodie,” he quips, and you playfully smack him on the arm. The playful smirk on his face sets something off inside of you, but you try and ignore it as much as possible.

“I told you I didn’t need it!” you say, and he shakes his head. “It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about it,” He insists, but it still doesn’t sit right with you. “No, no I feel bad. Here, come to my place really quick? I’ll change out of this and throw my shirt in the wash so you can have this back,” you ask him. “Well, I think I have some time...” he says playfully. You roll your eyes and lead him in the direction of your apartment building.

On the walk to your apartment, you get to talk to Jisung more than you ever have before.You definitely regret not getting to know him sooner. The stories you’ve heard about him definitely don’t do him justice, either. He’s really quick witted-- able to make you laugh harder than you’ve laughed in awhile. Pair that with his soft brown eyes and his bright smile, he’s basically a knock out.

Once you reach your building, Jisung opens the door for you and it just adds to the tiny feelings you could sense growing in your stomach for this boy. You walk up to the elevator and press the call button, and the presence of Jisung behind you waiting for the elevator makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He was really, really close to you, and you could feel his warmth radiating off of him. Not to mention you were still wearing his hoodie, the smell of his cologne fogging your senses.

The doors open, and you step inside first, turning around to press the button to head to the 9th floor. Jisung follows, standing next to you and leaning against the rail behind him. It’s quiet, but comfortable.

That is, until you hear a weird noise coming from the elevator.

You look up at Jisung to see if he heard it too, and the way his grip tightens on the bar behind him doesn’t go unnoticed by you. The elevator shakes, slightly, and out of reflex you move to grab onto Jisung. His arm goes around your waist, pushing you to him while keeping a hand on the bar holding him steady. Just like you thought, the elevator shakes more strongly and then comes to a stop. The lights go off for a moment, but the backup lights come on almost immediately, bathing the small space in a soft, dull light.

You let go of the breath you were holding once you’re sure the elevator isn’t going to plummet 7 stories. Jisung feels you relax in his hold, and moves away slightly to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you for the second time today, except this time his voice is very clearly concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. What happened? How are we gonna get out of here?” You say, checking your phone and realizing you don’t have any cell service.

Jisung steps away from you, letting his arm fall from your waist. You miss the feeling of protection, but watch him anyway as he makes his way over to the elevator door. Taking a look through the gap, you hear Jisung mutter some curses under his breath. “Looks like we’re stuck between floors, which is why your phone isn’t working,” he says, trying to further inspect the situation.

“So what do we do then? Sit here and wait for someone to come save us?” You ask, eyes wide. He shrugs, and turns back to the door. “Hey! Can anyone hear us? We’re trapped in the elevator!” He shouts, and it’s quiet for a moment before a stranger’s voice is heard from a few feet above you.

“We heard the rattling of the elevator! We’ve called maintenance and fire, but they said it’s going to be about 20 minutes until they can get here. We hope you’re okay!” The voice says. Jisung nods his head and yells a thank you to the stranger before making his way back towards you in the small elevator.

You’re happy to know that help is on the way, but what if something happens before they get there? What if the elevator -does- decide to fall before they can get there? You don’t want to live out your final moments in your college apartment’s elevator.

You start to freak out a little bit, and Jisung can sense it. “We’re gonna be okay, you know that right? Help is on the way,” he says, and moves to take a seat on the floor. You join him, hoping it will calm your nerves even just a little. “Yeah, I just hate elevators..” you say, and he doesn’t answer you. You want to say the quiet is calming, but you can’t help the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach. You start picking at the carpet of the elevator out of nervousness, and Jisung takes notice.

He scoots a little closer to you and grabs your hand, the size difference of his hands compared to yours is almost baffling. You feel that blush rise up again, reminded of what happened in class earlier. Jisung is playing with your fingers absentmindedly, both of his hands grabbing at them and lightly pulling them in different directions, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over the back of your palm. You can’t look at him, too embarrassed for getting worked up at the gesture.

It seems like God is out to get you today, because Jisung laughs that teasing laugh of his again, and this time a finger under your chin brings your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Y’know, I was going to let it go earlier, but now I don’t think I can..You seem to be pretty fascinated with my hands, huh baby doll?” He asks confidently, and the tone of his voice makes you want to jump down the elevator shaft out of shyness. The new pet name brings those same feelings back to your stomach, and you’re at a loss for words. Jisung takes notice of this, and his smile turns from playful to something a little more serious.

‘Awe now why are you getting shy? You sure weren’t when you were checking me out in lecture earlier,” Jisung says, his tone condescending as he moves closer to you. “I promise, Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I mean, not unless you want me to,” he whispers. He’s not even an inch away from your face, and now you can’t seem to break eye contact with him. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me..” he insists, but you don’t even need to think twice. “I want it. I want you.” you say quietly, and that’s enough for him to close the distance and pull you on top of him.

Being seated on Han Jisung’s lap is nothing short of an out of body experience. His lips are soft against yours, nipping at your bottom lip and asking for entrance which you gladly grant him. The kiss is fast and passionate and full of tongues but neither of you seem to care. You can’t think of anything except that you were right; the feeling of his hands roaming your body is better than you could’ve imagined. By now your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling slightly every now and again and listening to the beautiful sounds of Jisung groaning against your lips.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he says, his fingers trailing to the button of your jeans. You busy yourself with moving your hands underneath his tshirt, his skin warm and soft under your fingers. You can feel the ridges of abs that you didn’t know existed, and as Jisung is whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you whine at the sensation of his fingers that have found their way into your underwear.

“You look so pretty like this for me,” Jisung continues, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in slow circles as you whine at him. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control myself the moment you slipped this damn hoodie on. You look so small, baby.”

You’re sure that you’re going crazy the more that Jisung talks to you. In order to preserve even the tiniest bit of your sanity, you connect your lips to his once more. You hear him chuckle into the kiss, Jisung sensing your urgency as you grind down onto his fingers with a newfound energy.

“You really like my hands that much, huh? Gonna get off just on my fingers baby?” He asks once again, this time inserting a finger into your core. You moan at the new sensation, but Jisung isn’t having it. “Words, baby. Tell me how you’re feeling,” He orders, and something about his tone sends you up a wall. “S-so good Jisung.. I.. fuck,” you breathe out.

Jisung snaps back to reality for a moment and remembers: You’re on a time crunch. Maintenance could get the elevator back up and running at any moment. He adds another finger inside of you and quickens his pace at the same time. The speed has you reeling, the knot in your stomach tight but not quite ready to snap.

“I need you to cum for me baby, someone could walk in any minute. We don’t need anyone else seeing how much of a slut you are for my fingers alone, now do we? Or would you like that?” He asks, and the idea has you clenching around him. Jisung senses this, and laughs. “Something to keep in mind for another time,” he says to himself. You bury that comment at the back of your mind, focusing on the pleasure that’s rising in your core.

Once Jisung starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the combination of that and his fingers inside you has you arching your back. To Jisung, you are the most ethereal being on the planet right now; the soft light of the elevator highlighting your features, making you look oh so beautiful and almost unreal as your orgasm washes over you.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, your hips slowly coming to a stop as you begin to catch your breath. “Th-thank you, Jisung..” you say quietly, moving your hair out of your face. “Trust me, baby doll. The pleasure was all mine,” he chimes, and a small laugh leaves your lips as you finally gain your composure once again.

The two of you stay sitting like that for a few minutes, basking in the glow of this new found relationship until you hear voices a few feet above you again. “Hello? Are you alright in there? This is the fire department, we’re going to get you out of there, don’t worry.” The faint voice says. You both sigh in relief, Jisung’s arms falling around your waist once again.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator doors to be opened, and you’re both pulled up by the firemen who came to your rescue.

Once safe and sound, it doesn’t take long for you to pull Jisung into your apartment to make up for something very, very important, either.

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The Guide

BBCMerlin x Various! Reader

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy and a young girl. Their name: Merlin and Y/n

Prophecy has it that a young Prince who will come to be known as Prince Arthur will one day unite Albion with the help of Emrys the most powerful sorcerer and his wife, Vodic, also known as the guide will help Camelot reach this wish

Word Count: 5.2k

Chapter 1

Merlin and Y/n enters Camelot, Marlin had made Y/n held on to his sleeve as they traveled to make sure she won't get lost. As the arrived they were greeted by King Uther who was addressing a crowd from the balcony in the Square.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all." He declares looking down at the people "This man, Thomas James Collins, is adjudged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic." At the word magic you and Merlin met eyes, a worried sigh leaving your lips "And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass." Your jaw opened up in shock as Uther raises his arm, then lowers it as a signal to the executioner. Merlin moved quickly placing his hand over your eyes a Thomas Collins is beheaded. You can hear the audible gasp of the people, you whined, pulling Merlin's hand off and out of your face to see what happens next

"When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, but with the people's help magic was driven from the realm." You narrowed your gaze to the King not liking the words that left his mouth "So I declare a festival to celebrate twenty years since the Great Dragon was captured and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery. Let the celebrations begin."

"There is only one evil in this land, and it is not magic! It is you!" One woman angrily declares pointing at the king "With your hatred and your ignorance! You took my son! And I promise you, before these celebrations are over, you will share my tears. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a son for a son."

Uther glares at the woman "Seize her!" He commands

You and Merlin watch as her figure disappears

You let go of Merlin's sleeve to raise your head as if that will help you find the woman "I think she's planning to kill the Prince"

Merlin looked at you "Well, it doesn't seem to be our business now, does it?" He answers and places your hand back on his sleeve "Let's go"

Merlin and you enter the palace and addresses a guard, after you dragged him in that direction "Where would I find Gaius, the- the court physician?"

Guard points and you bowed in respect. Merlin tugs on your arm as he walks up the steps and knocks on the open door to the physician's quarters and peeks inside.

"Hello?" You called out and dragged Merlin inside "Hello Gaius?"

Gaius trips over backwards from the bookshelf stairs and the railing breaks. Merlin and I worked quickly, our eyes glowed, Merlin slows down time while I used magic to move a bed under Gaius before he hits the floor

"What did you just do?" he raises his voice at our doing

"Erm," Merlin began

"Tell me!" Gaius yells and walks towards making Merlin pull you to hide behind him

"I- I- I have no idea what happened." Merlin stuttered

"If anyone had seen that..." Gaius trails off

"No!" You quickly answered pushing Merlin away from you "That- that was, that was nothing to do with us."

"I know what it was!" He yelled again "I just want to know where you both learned how to do it!"

"Nowhere." You answered

"So how is it you both know magic?"

"We don't." You answered side eyeing Merlin

"Where did you study?" He asks, looking at us waiting for someone to answer, only to recieve no reply "Answer me!"

Merlin grabbed your arm "I've never studied magic or, or been taught." he answers "And neither was she"

"Are you lying to me?" He asks skeptical

"What do you want me to say?" Merlin asks pulling you close to him

"The truth!"

"We was born like this!" You yelled back and Merlin looked behind him to look at you "We were born like this" You said softly

"That's impossible!" He says and eyes both you and Merlin "Who are you?"

"Oh, um" You looked at Merlin who quickly takes off his back to dig through it

"We have this letter" Merlin shows him

"I don't have my glasses." Gaius notes as he looks for them

"I'm Merlin." He introduces himself "And this is Y/n"

"Hunith's son?" He recalls

"Yes!" Merlin quickly agrees

"But you're not meant to be here till Wednesday!"

"It is Wednesday." He murmurs, You pursed your lips in order to not laugh at Merlin's comment

"Ah, right then. You better put your bags in there." he motions to one side of the room

"You won't say anything about, " You asked motioning to the bed you placed to break his fault

"No." He assures "Although, perhaps, I should say thank you."

"Merlin..." Someone calls out as you and Merlin slept making Merlin flinch "Y/n..." the same voice calls you and you sat up from you resting position on the bed, you grabbed your pillow and slammed it against Merlin's legs making him bolt up

"Merlin," You raised your eyebrows as he glares at you "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" He asks angrily "I was to busy being bludgeoned by a pillow"

"Shut up Merlin!" You raised your voice and the feeling of the whisper disappeared and he looks at you as if you grew another head "I swear I really heard something"

"I got you water. You didn't wash last night." Just then Gaius walks in and hands the water to Merlin"

"Sorry." He says softly and starts standing up

"Help yourselves to breakfast." We nod at Gaius's words and I quickly walked out to sit on a table followed by Merlin

Gaius stares at us before intentionally knocking over a bucket of water off the table. Merlin reacted much faster than you, he stands up and stops it with magic. Gaius gasps and they look at each other. You stood up as well and flicked your hand down using your own magic to let it drop to the floor

"How did you do that?" He looks at Merlin than at you "Did you incant a spell in your mind?"

"We don't know any spells." You answered

"So what did you do?" He asks as you motioned for Merlin to grab the mop "There must be something."

"It just happens." You answered

"Well, we better keep you both out of trouble." Gaius sighs "Both of you can help me until I find some paid work for either of you. Here." He places a small pouch and a bottle "Hollyhock and Feverfew for Lady Percival," He nods towards you and you take the pouch "and this is for Sir Olwin. He's as blind as a weevil, so warn him not to take it all at once."

"Okay" Merlin nods taking the bottle

"Oh and here." He shows us a plate with two sandwiches "Off you go. And remember, I need hardly tell either of you that the practice of any form of enchantments will get you killed."

You and Merlin nod, taking the sandwiches and walking out the door, you tapped your sandwich against his and walked to opposite end of the hall to your destination

"Becareful out there Y/n" He calls out

You turn around to send him a wink "Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?"

You walked o the drawbridge as Gaius asks you to run another errand only to be greeted with a Merlin who was speaking to a noble and neither of them looked happy

"Do I know you?" The noble asks eyeing Merlin

"Er, I'm Merlin." Marlin says taking his hand out to offer it to the noble

"So I don't know you." The noble hypothesizes as Merlin shakes his head"Yet you called me friend"

"That was my mistake." Merlin shrugs and you walked into his lie of sight shaking your head, telling him to stop talking all together

"Yes, I think so." The noble agrees

"Yeah." Marlin answers and looks at you before returning his attention to the noble "I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass." He says ad starts walking in your direction

"Have you lost your mind?" You asked once he was close enough

"Or I one who could be so stupid." the noble snorts and you grab Merlin by the wrist when you saw him stop walking "Tell me, Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?"

"Merlin, Don't-" You warned

"No." Merin answers him pulling away from your hand

"Would you like me to help you?"

"I wouldn't if I were you."

"Merlin!" You called out again

"Why? What are you going to do to me?" He laughs and points to me "She has more sense than you"

"I'm not on your side either" You replied, side eyeing the noble

"You have no idea." Merlin threatens

The noble narrows his eyes at you before grinning at Merlin "Be my guest!" He taunts "Come on! Come on! Come oooooon!"

You take a step back when you notice Merlin twist to punch the boy in the face only to have his own arm twist around his back

"I'll have you thrown in jail for that." The noble says

Your eyes widened as you realized why the noble was acting as if he owned the world, the threat only clarifying your thoughts

"What, who do you think you are?" Merlin calls out "The King?"

"No." The noble answers and takes Merlin out by the knees so he'll kneel "I'm his son, Arthur."

Merlin's eyes met yours as the Princes knights bring him towards the dungeons as you mouth "Told you so"

"Merlin..." A voice whispers and he wakes up looking around to where it could've been from "Merlin..." He lies down on the floor to see if he could hear it again

"Merlin!" Gaius's voice hit his ear drums and he stood up

"You never cease to amaze me!" He says angrily "The one thing that someone like you should do is keep your head down, and what do you do? You behave like an idiot. Atleast Y/n's smarter than you and kept her head down"

"I'm sorry." Merlin says as Gaius walks in "Where is Y/n?" He asks looking for you and walks in after Gaius

"I called Gaius" You explained

"You're lucky she did." Gaius says watching how you checked if Merlin had any injuries "I managed to pull a few strings to get you released."

"Oh, thank you!" He grins and looks at both you and Gaius "Thank you! I won't forget this."

"Well, there is a small price to pay." You grinned wickedly, making Merlin narrow his eyes down at you

Yours and Gaius's laugh echoed around Merlin's head as he get pelted with fruit by children, he had to stay and in the stocks in exchange of not rotting in jail

"Thanks!" He yells

You only laughed louder "You're absolutely welcome, Idiot"

Children leave to get more rotten fruit when a lady approaches. "I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid."

You narrowed your eyes at the woman as Merlin gave her a warm smile

"Right. I'm Merlin." He reaches his hand further out of the stocks to shake hers. "Although, most people just call me Idiot." He says nodding in your direction "And by people I mean her"

You looked away in order to not show either of them the angrily look on your face

"No, no, no." She chuckles "I saw what you did. It was so brave."

"It was stupid." Merlin corrected and you nodded making Merlin grin

"Well, I'm glad you walked away." She says, smiling softly "You weren't going to beat him."

"I can agree on that" you murmured with a shrug

Merlin narrows his eyes at you "Oh, I-" He looks at Guinevere "I can beat him." You raised an eyebrow at his answer

"You think?" She asks amused "Because you don't look like one of these big, muscle-y kind of fellows."

"Thanks." Merlin replies sarcastically

"No!" She quickly defends herself "No, I'm sure you're stronger than you look. It's just, erm..." She looks around "Arthur's one of these real rough, tough, save the world kind of men, and... well..." She looks at Merlin

"What?" Merlin asks

"You don't look like that."

He motions for her to move closer, making you bite down on nothing at his actions towards her "I'm in disguise."

Guinevere laughs "Well, it's great you stood up to him."

"What?" Merlin asks "You think so?"

"Arthur's a bully, and everyone thought you were a real hero."

"Oh, yeah?" Merlin asks and you roll your eyes as Guinevere nods

The children return with more rotten fruit, making Merlin nod in their direction "Oh, excuse me, Guinevere. My fans are waiting." Guinevere laughs and leaves

You glared at her leaving figure than at Merlin who was watching her leave, only to get distracted by you clearing your throat, He looks at you but you were no longer looking at him but at the children "Children," You called out and tapped your nose "Aim here" You instructed and walked past Merlin

"Y/n!" He calls out in surprise at your instructions

"I'll keep my mouth closed if I were you, Idiot"

You sat beside Merlin wiping his face with a wet cloth

"Your cleaning me up quite aggressively" He notes and holds your wrist so you'll stop and look at him "What's wrong?"

"I'm still mad at you" You answered and broke free from his hand, to resume wiping his face

"What are you mad about?" He asks "Is it cause I never Arthur alone even when you told me?"

Its not why I'm angry, You thought "Merlin stop moving" You replied, wiping his face again

"No tell me" He says grabbing your wrist

You were flirting, "Leave me alone" You said with a roll of your eyes

"You can't stay mad at me"

You glared at him using your magic to push him away from you and face Gaius instead

"Do you want some vegetables with that?" Gaius teases, placing a bowl in front of us

"I know you're still angry with me." Merlin snorts and then motions to you who was still using your magic to push him away every time he tries to talk to you "She's angry with me too"

"Your mother asked me to look after you, to look after both you." Gaius answers "What did your mother say about your gifts?"

"That we were special." Merlin answers for both of you

"You both are special." He quickly agrees "The likes of which I have never seen before."

"What do you mean?" You ask, speaking up after a long time

"Well, magic requires incantations, spells." Gaius began to explain "It takes years to study. What I saw you two do was... elemental, instinctive."

"What's the point if it can't be used?" You asked with a sigh

"That I do not know. You both are a question that has never been posed before"

"Did you ever study magic?" Merlin asks after silence and when you kept flicking him away

"Uther banned all such work twenty years ago." Gaius answers "People used magic for the wrong end at that time. It threw the natural order into chaos. Uther made it his mission to destroy everything from back then, even the dragons."

"What?" Merlin asks surprise

"All of them?" You asked right after

"There was one dragon he chose not to kill, kept it as an example." Gaius explains and you and Merlin met eyes "He imprisoned it in a cave deep beneath the castle where no one can free it. Now, eat up both of you. When you've finished, I need you to take a preparation to Lady Helen. She needs it for her voice. And Y/n I have an errand to run for you"

Merlin walks across the Square and passes Arthur with his gang and You as he walks through the Lower Town.

"Actually now I'm quite curious," Arthur says walking towards you and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes "What is your relationship with Merlin?"

"None of your concern" You reply and pull your head away from his touch

"Are you in love with him?" He asks

"Why are you asking?" You asked Merlin stood back to see what you'll do "Have I caught your attention? Or were you insulted by Merlin"

"Why do you address me that way?" He asks "You're supposed to be respecting me"

"Respect is earned not forced, you should know that" You replied "And you haven't earned it with me, yet"

Merlin grins at your answer and calls out "Y/n" Making you and Arthur turn to meet his eyes "Lets go?"

You nod and walked past Arthur to grab Merlin's sleeve like how you were used to

"Merlin!" Arthur calls out "How's your knee-walking coming along?" Merlin ignores him and moves to walk away from the Prince with you in tow "Aw, don't run away!"

"From you?" Merlin asks turning to look at the Prince

"Thank God." The Prince sighs "I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."

You raised and eyebrow and pointed at Arthur "Stop talking, Camelot would be better of if you did, and you" Arthur stared at you in shock at your words as you move to point at Merlin "Don't do anything stupid, Idiot"

Merlin brushes your hand off and ignores your words "Look, I've told you you're an ass." He faces Arthur "I just didn't realize you were a royal one."

"Merlin" You warned and tugged on his shirt again

"Oh, what are you going to do?" Merlin taunts again "Get your daddy's men to protect you?"

"Wow you're really thick aren't you?" You said and sighed taking a step back from the fight the merlin wants to have with Arthur

Arthur laughs "I could take you apart with one blow."

"I could take you apart with less than that." Merlin replies

"Are you sure?" Arthur mocks him as his knight friends push Merlin on more

Merlin looks at you and you roll your eyes, he sighs he knows your angry but right now he wants to put Arthur in his place so he takes off his jacket and Arthur laughs

One of Arthur's knights hands him a mace, which he tosses at Merlin who doesn't catch it. He picks it up and Arthur starts swinging his mace with ease. "Come on, then. I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth."

"Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?" Merlin asks frustrated

"You can't address me like that." He calls out

"I'm sorry." Merlin says as he realizes his mistake "How long have you been training to be a prat, My Lord?" and bows almost toyingly

Both men stopped a moment to stare at you who laughed at Merlin's response only to cover your mouth, Right, I'm supposed to be mad

"Come on then, Merlin! Come on!" Arthur calls after a moment and Merlin grins, knowing you can't stay mad now that he's made you laugh

At some point during their fight Arthur backs Merlin into the market stalls and crowd continues to gather. Gaius hears the commotion and looks out the Physician's Chambers' window to see Merlin in trouble again. Merlin falls down. And you flinch wanting to help him up

"You're in trouble now!" Arthur yells and laughs at Merlin

"Merlin!" You called out worriedly

"Oh God." Merlin breathes

Merlin looks for something to help him. You motioned to the hooks and nodded at Arthur's mace and he got to work magically entangling them with Arthur's mace. Arthur untangles it and attacks again. Merlin moves a box and Arthur steps into it, banging his shin

Arthur yelps in pain before pursuing Merlin again, Merlin tightens a rope on the ground, tripping Arthur. Merlin picks up the mace and starts swinging it at Arthur.

"Do you want to give up?" Merlin asks

"To you?" Arthur asks sarcastically

"Do you? Do you want to give up" Merlin asks and looks at you signaling to the bucket and you nod

Arthur backs up, with you using you own magic to move the bucket and made him caught his foot in a bucket and falling over backwards. Merlin, thrilled by his victory went to you to give you a high five and you laugh, only to stop and freeze once he spots Gaius in the crowd, you turned o see what made him stop and you too freeze.

Arthur attacks him from behind with a broom, knocking him to the ground, as guards begin picking Merlin up and held your arm

"What me?" You asked surprised "What did I do?"

"Wait. Let them go." Arthur orders "Y/n hasn't done anything and this one," He points at Merlin "He may be an idiot, but he's a brave one. There's something about you, both of you, Merlin, Y/n. I can't quite put my finger on it."

"How could either of you be so foolish?!" He yells and you flinch

"He needed to be taught a lesson." Merlin answers

"Magic must be studied, mastered, and used for good!" Gaius points out and you take a step back, making Merlin grab you and hide behind him "Not for idiotic pranks!"

"What is there to master? We could move objects like that before either of us could talk!" Merlin defended us by raising his voice and grabbed his shirt more tightly

"Then, by now, you two should know how to control yourselves!" Gaius says glaring at you and Merlin

You sucked in a breath "I need air" You whimpered and Merlin nodded, pushing you to get out and get air as he spoke to Gaius

"I don't want to! If I can't use magic, what have I got?!" Merlin yells as you close the door "I'm just a nobody, and I always will be. If I can't use magic, I might as well die."

"Merlin..." A voice calls out making Merlin sit up "Merlin..."

"Do you hear that?" You asked looking at Merlin

"Y/n..." You gasp as you hear your name "Y/n..."

Merlin gets out of bed "Lets go check it out" He whispers and you follow after him to sneak out of the Gaius' Chambers.

"Merlin..." The voice calls out again "Y/n..."

Merlin leads you to descend the wrought iron stairway and distracts a pair of guards by rolling their dice away from them. You grab a torch, lighting it, and head down the stairway

"Merlin... Y/n..."

You tug on Merlin's shirt as you notice an opening to a cave

"Merlin. Y/n" The voice laughs

Merlin looks around for the owner of the voice, as you stared at the deeper parts of the cave "Where are you?"

A Dragon flies to land in front of you and Merlin, making you take a step back "I'm here! How small you both are for such a great destiny."

"Why? What do you mean?" Merlin asks

"What destiny?" You blurted

"Your gifts, Young ones, was given to you for a reason."

"So there is a reason." Merlin whispers

"Arthur is the Once and Future King who will unite the land of Albion." The dragon chuckles as he looks at you both "But he faces many threats from friend and foe alike."

"I don't see what this has to do with me." Merlin speaks up

"Everything." The dragon huffs "Without you, Arthur will never succeed. Without you, there will be no Albion."

"And me?" You ask "If Merlin is this important than why do you call out to me?"

"You, Y/n, serve an important purpose as does Merlin, you are The Guide, the only one who is capable of guiding Merlin and Arthur to Albion"

"No. No, you've got this wrong." Merlin cuts in

"There is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn't." The dragon replies

"But I'm serious!" He yells and you flinch making him reach over to pet your hair "If anyone wants to go and kill him, they can go ahead. In fact, I'll give them a hand."

The Dragon laughs "None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin, and none of us can escape it."

"No. No way. No. No. There must be another Arthur because this one's an idiot."

Your lips turn up to smile at his words and cough to not laugh and seem rude

"Perhaps it's your destiny to change that. My Dear Y/n, guide him well" And with that the Dragon flies off

"Wait! Wait! Wait, stop! No, I- I need to know more!" Merlin calls out and you held his arm when he realized he yelled and moves over to hug you "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, Don't be afraid"

Gaius enters Merlin's and your's shared messy chamber and picks up his clothes on the floor. "Oi!"

Merlin turns to look at him from his position on your bed holding your hand as you slept "Gaius please, don't raise your voice" He begs and you slowly start to wake up

"Have you seen the state of this room?!" He ignore Merlin raising his voice more, making you sit up rght

"Gaius, come on, you don't know" Merlin says frustrated to cup your cheeks so you'll focus on him "Don't be scared"

You nod, still slightly pale but you smiled and tapped Merlin's hands "I'm ok, let me go"

"You're shaking" Merlin notes

"I'll be perfect," You assured "Do you have any errands I could run Gaius?"

Gaius watches the exchange with a hum, "Yes. Get me some herbs: henbane, wormwood, and sorrel" He instructed

You slowly stood up from your position on the bed, sliding your legs to the side of the bed and Gaius could spot a scar on the side of your leg, You grabbed one of your dresses despite Merlin's protest, leaving without another word leaving them alone in the room

"Is there something wrong Y/n?" Gaius asks

"She's just scared" Merlin answers "She'll be ok"

"Scared?" Gaius asks "Of what?"

"Yelling" Merlin answers "With how she grew up, I'd do anything just so she'll never have anyone raise their voice at her"

Gaius turns to see you exit the room, after changing into the dress "What could have caused such trauma to someone so young?"

"I think it'd be better if you ask her yourself," Merlin shrugs "Now what do you want to say about our room?"

"Have you seen the state of this room?" He asks "its a mess"

"It just happens" Merlin shrugs

"By magic?" Gaius asks sarcastically and Merlin nods "Yes. Well, you can clear it up without magic. And deliver this to Morgana. Poor girl's suffering from nightmares."

The Banquet Hall was filled to the brim with excited court members who were ready to join the festivities, there was no dull in the conversation whatsoever. Gaius enter followed by You and Merlin. You can spot the different people all expanding their social circle, the ladies mingling with young potential bachelors and even Arthur who was speaking with his knights

Morgana enters the Banquet Hall dressed in a scandalous outfit that you must admit really suits her she passes infront of you and Merlin making him chase after her with his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at Merlin not exactly happy at the fact he seems to be smitten with the King's ward. Gaius notices your angry and yet sad look when you stared at Merlin, and just then Gaius seems to understand your feelings for Merlin

"Merlin." Gaius calls out making the two of you look at him "Remember, you're here to work."

"Oh, yeah." He says and you roll your eyes before you felt Gaius tap your shoulder to speak to you

You watch as Merlin continues to stare at Morgana while Arthur approaches to talk to her, you watch as Gwen sidles up next to Merlin to speak with him

"Does Merlin know?" Gaius asks after he notices you watching Merlin again

"Sorry?" You asked "Merlin know what?"

"You're feelings for him?" He says softly

You snort, "I don't have—" He raises an eyebrow "Was it obvious?"

"I've only known you for a couple of days and I could already say yes with certainty" Gaius answers and you looked to see Merlin speaking to a grinning Guinevere

"Well, Its not obvious to Merlin apparently" You answered and tore your eyes away from them

Gaius chuckles and places his hand on your shoulder "Love is such a trivial thing, it'll all soon fall into place" he assures and takes his hand away

You shrug "I hope so"

"What I called you here for was when I spotted a scar on your leg, I wanted to ask the cause" Gaius began and you stared at him "If you'll let me"

You placed your hand on your leg out of instinct "Yeah" You whispered "I'm gonna need your help," He nods "It was given to me by my uncle, he would return late at night from the tavern, drunk ad completely out of his mind, he'd hurt me, give me doubts and pain and anger and— scars that faded over time— Merlin's mother saw that and told me that could hide in their house for as long as I wanted, I once didn't go home for a month and my uncle never bothered to search for me, when I finally came home he saw me yelled at me for a very long time, there was hate and venom in his words and— and when that wasn't enough he hurt me" You pulled your hand away "yelling is scary" You ended your memory of such a scary time with a soft smile

Gaius watches you as the fear and the shakiness in your voice slowly appeared as you recalled the memories "I'm sorry for making your remember that"

"Its fine," You answered with a soft smile "That's why Merlin gets protective when someone yells, I'm sorry that he yelled at you this morning"

"I'm sorry for yelling" Gaius spoke

"Don't be, Actually I wanted to ask for your help" You began "I want to conquer that fear"

King Uther enters and everyone claps seperating you and Gaius before he could answer, he sits at his assigned chair while You followed Merlin to where he stand. You both watched as the King speaks "We have enjoyed twenty years of peace and prosperity." He began as the crowd quiets down "It has brought the kingdom and myself many pleasures, but few can compare with the honour of introducing Lady Helen of Mora."

There was a round of applause that appeared right after The King spoke. As the music begins and then King Uther and the court take their seats Lady Helen sings. Your mouth opens in shock at the beauty of her voice, it was lovely, mesmerizing, beautiful, enchanting, as you stared at the lady in shock you failed to notice the court members begin nodding off to sleep but Merlin notices and presses his hands over his ears, nudging you to do the same and you woke up realizing that the lady's voice was too enchanting, cobwebs begin forming over the enchanted sleepers

"Merlin" You gasped and pointed at Arthur "The Prince"

Merlin turns his head and notices her staring at Arthur as she walks forward, she pulls a dagger from her sleeve and you reacted first with your body to run infront of the Prince, sheilding him as the dagger plunges into your skin making you gasp for breath.

"Y/n!" Merlin calls out to you at the sight of you getting stabbed "No!"

Lady Helen glares at you and summons her dagger, having it pull out of your skin making you yell in pain waking Merlin up from his trance and used his magic to drop drop the chandelier on her as she raises her arm to throw the dagger again.

The Court members wake and pull the cobwebs off, muttering at the sudden mess. Uther and Arthur stand as you were in front of them, cradling your side as you tried to take even breaths, they see the woman from the other day lying on the floor. She glares and raises herself up enough to throw the dagger at Arthur, but Merlin slows down time to reach Arthur and You and pull you both out of harm's way. The bloody dagger slices into Arthur's chair as you three fall to the floor.

You screamed again once you fell making Merlin sit up and help you, a crowd begins to surround you "Merlin" You called out

"No Y/n" He calls as Gaius pushes his way to see you "Gaius is here, you'll be ok" He says mostly to himself

"You saved my boy" Uther says in shock

"Merlin" You called again as Gaius instructs everyone to take a step back and let you breathe

"You deserve a prize" The King continues on

"She deserves it as much as I do My Lord" Merlin says sobbing over your figure and holds your hand as you weakly reach out to him "The blood on the dagger is hers"

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin x reader #various x reader #arthur x reader #elyan x reader #gwaine x reader #leon x reader #percival x reader #mordred x reader

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jadequeen88 · 4 years

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A Waitress’ Worst Nightmare

A/N: Written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9-5 collab! THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW.sexual harassment, TW.oral(recieving), TW.degredation TW.nipple play, TW.Mommy kink

Pairing: busboy!Keigo, linecook!Dabi, f!waitress!Reader

You’re a college student just trying to get by. The biggest worry you should have right now is if you had enough time to finish that psych paper or when you were going to meet up with your calculus study group. Instead, you’ve got a much larger problem facing you...A problem that has permeated through every aspect of your life. Your coworkers were Grade-A-Assholes who decided making your life miserable was on the top of their to do lists.

You thought waitressing at the 24/7 diner downtown would be a breeze. Money was tight and since you were 21 and almost done with your undergrad, you wanted a little more financial independence. Little did you know when the owner hired you that you’d have to work alongside the two biggest shitheads in the city.

First there’s Keigo. To the untrained eye, he could almost seem charming. But you found out pretty quickly what a dick he was. He was working as a “busboy”, but in reality he didn’t do anything but flirt with every woman within his field of vision. Keigo would leave the tables a mess until there wasn’t a clean one left in your station and you’d be forced to do his job for him.

“What, babe? Stop getting your panties in a twist. I’m real busy these days. You know I’m practically running this place now.”

Oh yeah. How could you forget? He took every opportunity to remind you of that fact. Keigo’s dad happened to be buddies with the owner, garnering a sense of trust with the old man. He slowly weaseled his way into running day-to-day operations while the elderly owner stayed home most days.

Although the diner needed another busboy to pick up his slack, Keigo refused to tell the boss to hire another. You overheard a phone conversation between Keigo and your boss just last night:

“Nah, boss. We’ve got it covered here. No need to hire another busboy. The waitresses are just finding reasons to nag. Women, am I right?”

You were fuming.

***

As bad as Keigo was, his friend Dabi was exponentially worse. The line cook was, without a doubt, a drug dealer. The only motive he could possibly have for working there is having a place to do business with his “customers”(and of course, to help Keigo make your life a living hell). It clearly wasn’t because he needed the money since you’d seen his “friends” slip him generous wads of cash when they stopped by the restaurant. If cleaning up Keigo’s messes sucked, trying to put in customer’s orders with Dabi was pure torture.

“Eggs over easy instead of scrambled? I dunno, Princess. Sounds like it’ll be a pain in my ass. Whatcha gonna give me if I do it?”

Then he’d lick his lips with his long pierced tongue, leering at you over the counter. Gag... You wondered if that ever actually worked in his favor.

One semi-decent thing you can say about Keigo is that he’d never actually laid a finger on you. The same can’t be said for Dabi. You learned after your first day to wear shorts under the skirt of your uniform. You were behind the counter slicing lemons when he took his spatula and lifted the hem of your skirt. Before you realized what he was doing, he was calling out to his partner in crime.

“Fuuuuuck, Kei! Look at the ass on the new girl!”

You wondered what was going on until you felt a breeze and realized it was your ass that was on display. You’d slapped the spatula away and straightened your skirt, but not before they both got an eyeful of your black, lace panties. You cried for ten minutes in the bathroom after your shift that day.

***

The day you’d been dreading was finally upon you. No, it wasn’t a big test or project due... You had to ask off work for your cousin’s wedding. That meant dealing with Keigo (who was now in charge of making the schedule each week).

You squared your shoulders and went over what you would say over, and over in your head so you wouldn’t stumble over your words when you had to face him.

“I need to have Saturday off for my cousin’s wedding. I can work the Sunday morning shift instead.”

This was repeated on a loop in your brain as you walked down the darkened corridor towards the office. You let out a long sigh and gently rapped your knuckles against the wooden frame. The sound of shuffling and muffled voices seeped through the thin faux wood and a moment later, the door swung inward. The thick cloud of smoke and strong, skunky smell almost knocked you flat on your ass. Instead of seeing Keigo alone working on the schedule, you saw that he and Dabi were hotboxing in the small office.

Knowing they were back here getting high while you closed the diner by yourself was the last straw. You slam the door behind you and stomp forward to lean over the desk Keigo was propped up behind.

“Listen you shit heads!” you slammed you fists on the desk knocking over a jar of pens. “I am so fucking sick of slaving away in this shit hole while you two get high and fuck off back here. You’re going to let me have Saturday off or I swear to Christ, I’m calling the boss and spilling my guts! About the weed, the drug deals, the snarky remarks, the groping, EVERYTHING! I’ve had enough!”

There was a moment of silence then the two of them burst into a fit of laughter. In a blind fit of rage, you leap across the desk and grab Keigo by the throat. When you made contact and squeezed as hard as your small hand would allow, a whimper escaped his throat and his eyes rolled back.

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you gripped your fingers tightly again to see if you could pull any more sounds from him. He didn’t disappoint. This time it was a whimper followed by him nervously mumbling.

“Heh, Kid... Seriously, knock it off. This shit isn’t funny.”

Your eyes traveled down the front of his body and when they landed on the crotch of his baggy khakis, your suspicions were confirmed. This loser who acted like a certified pussy-slayer popped a boner just from you choking him.

You leaned in close to his face, using this as your chance to get revenge for all the hell he had put you through. “Aww little Keigo... Not used to being roughed up?” you cooed. “Dumb little baby Keigo...I bet if I kept this up, you’d come in your pants like a dirty slut, wouldn’t you?”

You felt movement over your shoulder and heard a deep chuckle. “Dude you’re so pathe-”

Dabi gasped as you grabbed him by the crotch with your free hand and squeezed. He was already hard. You met his eyes and see panic etched across his features. A sadistic grin spread across your mouth as you tightened your grip. His head fell back and let out a whimper almost as needy as Keigo’s.

“You’re both going to do exactly what I say or I swear, I will tell every girl you ever try to speak to what a couple of pathetic virgins you two are...”

***

“Ungh! Plea-please... Harder! I... I need more!”

*SMACK*

Your hand lands hard across the blonde’s face, drawing a pathetic whimper from his throat. He thrust his weeping cock along your shin whimpering, craving more pressure to relieve his suffering.

“You don’t get to tell me what you need, Keigo. Shut your fucking mouth and be grateful you get this much.”

You throw your head back against the office chair and hum as Dabi eats your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“Mmm... See Keigo? See what a good boy Dabi is being? He knows his stupid mouth is only meant for one thing... Making Mommy’s pussy feel good.”

The praise causes the dark haired man between your thighs to moan into your clit sending a pulse of pleasure through your lower body. The ball of his piercing circles your clit and you feel the familiar ache of an impending orgasm begin to tighten in your belly.

Keigo starts shoving Dabi away from you with a growl. “This is bullshit! I haven’t even had a chance yet!”

Dabi elbows him, ”Fuck off Kei! I almost had her finished off!”

Furious from being jerked back from the edge of your orgasm, you grab a fist full of blonde hair in one hand and black in the other. You pull their flushed faces up to look you in the eye.

“If you want to come at all, you will shut...the fuck...up... and get me off. Now”

Dabi wasted no time in diving back into your dripping slit, panting heavily while he ran his pierced tongue in and out of your swollen entrance. Keigo attacked your neck, whimpering as he planted sloppy kisses down your collarbone until his tongue was licking long stripes up you clothed nipple.

“I think you can do a little better than that, baby,’ you cooed into Keigo’s messy blonde tresses, sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He took that as his cue to remove the clothing between your hardening bud and his hot, wet tongue.

Keigo latched onto your nipple, nursing it with vigor while he gently grazed his fingertips over the other. You heard him mumble something into the soft swell of your breast.

“Speak up,” you pull him away from your nipple with a pop, “I didn’t catch that...”

“I-I said... I...”

Your attention was drawn to the man between your legs as he began to suck down hard on your clit. The hand you had wrapped in Keigo’s hair tightened causing him to cry out.

“Mommy! Please! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna make Mommy come...” He sobs as he starts frantically licking and sucking your neglected nipple. This pushes you over the edge and your long awaited orgasm rushes over you.

After you come down from your high, you push them off and begin getting dressed while the two men you left on the floor look up at you with wide eyes.

Dabi, still panting from eating you so vigorously, chokes out a little half sob.

“But.. where are you goin? We did what you asked!”

“Yeah babe! what the fuck!”

You eyed both men and let the tension hang in the air before turning and walking to the door.

“Give me the whole weekend off. Then we’ll arrange something Monday,” you look over your shoulder, “As long as you don’t piss me off before then..”

You walk out of the office with the biggest grin you’ve had in a long time and feeling a lot more relaxed. Maybe this job was going to turn out better than you expected.

#bnha dabi #bnha smut #dabi x you #hawks x y/n #tw mommy kink #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha hawks #mha x reader #bnha reader insert #jade writes smut

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arhvste · 4 years

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002 SAKUSA KIYOOMI X SHUT UP AND DRIVE SERIES

++ MSBY GARAGE

❝ get you where you wanna go, if you know what i mean, got a ride that’s smoother than a limousine ❞

dt — @omisluvr i hope you like this, i had a lot of fun writing about you and your husband <3

warnings — nsfw : oral [recieving]

“what the fuck were you even thinking when you said yes to him anyway?”

sakusa pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood in the doorway of his high rise apartment. you were looking up at him, eyes glossy and hair drenched. your skin soaked not just from the rain, but from the fresh, hot tears that had run down your face as your hands scrunched the hem of your soaking sweater, the material quickly growing uncomfortable to wear.

the outside hitter sighed before stepping out the way to let you in.

“stay there.” his deep voice rang through your ears as he left to grab you a fresh towel to use.

you stood there, glancing around the sleek apartment as the city lights from down below leaked softly through the windows emitting a soft glow around the room. moments later, you heard footsteps approach as your eyes flickered over to the hallway.

sakusa strode over to you, handsome features highlighted and sharpened under the dim lights. sticking his hand out, he dropped the plush white towel into your awaiting arms as a plastic bag. you looked up at him confused regarding the bag, but before you could ask, he cut straight in.

“strip.”

“excuse me?” you choked out as you stared at the man in disbelief.

“you’re excused.” he muttered bluntly as you wiped your face with the warm towel. “you’re all wet. strip here and go shower and then we’ll talk.” he finished as he turned to leave you standing, dripping wet on the doormat of the entrance.

sakusa walked down the hall towards the bathroom and began to run the hot water and ensure the vents were working for you. having him out of sight, you sniffled and began to peel the wet clothing off your body and toss it into the plastic bag you’d dropped onto the floor. after stripping bare, you wrapped the inviting towel around your cold body and padded towards the bathroom. sakusa had left the light on and had already heated the water for you to prevent any time wasted.

you dropped the plastic bag on top of the white wicker laundry basket and stepped into the wet room style shower. the cool tiles beneath your feet caused shivers to run through your body as you turned the tap on for hot water to flow out.

as a fresh wave of hot water flooded down you, so did a fresh set of hot tears. you did your best to hold back the sobs you’d been keeping in, but it was all too much now.

‘better get it out now before talking.’ you thought as you let the tears flow freely down your face.

luckily, sakusa kept an array of various shower products so you knew you wouldn't have to come out the shower smelling like a six foot plus man who’d had a shower at the gym. after knowing sakusa for so many years, you knew he was picky about his products and you were eternally grateful for his favoured and toned-down scent of ‘ocean waves’.

lathering the soap across every inch of your now warming skin, your sobs slowed down and your breathing less jagged. your chest still hurt, but whether that was your crying causing chest ache or your now-ex causing heart break, you didn’t care anymore. you saw the end of your already deteriorating relationship approaching from a mile away anyway. if anything, you were partially thankful it had come crashing down, ending the anticipation that kept you on edge everyday. you just didn’t think it would actually hurt.

rinsing the soap off and feeling a bit better, you stepped away from the shower head as the water came to a halt. grabbing the fresh towel sakusa had left waiting for you on the radiator, you dried yourself as much as you could before wrapping the towel tightly around your body and stepping out the steaming room.

wandering through the dim hallway, you peeped into sakusa’s room as he scrolled through his phone, slouched on the king sized bed adorned with a firm, but certainly luxury mattress.

you knocked gently as his eyes snapped up at you. his expression still agitated looked, but softening at the sight of you.

“i don't have any spare clothes.” you murmured quietly, stepping into his clean and immaculately kept room.

he hummed before getting off the bed and rummaging through his own drawers. you stood there glancing around all of his medals and trophies won from years of playing in highschool and now pro. you had been present when he had won multiple of these awards. you happened to be one of the lucky few allowed close to sakusa. yes, you had known each other from a young age, but sakusa was ruthless in the sense of cutting people off; you had been someone exempt from that treatment though.

after a few moments, sakusa grunted with a pair of sweats in his hand as he looked down at your damp form.

you were taken aback slightly because despite sakusa slowly becoming more comfortable with personal boundaries, particularly in the recent years, you still grew slightly shocked everytime he willingly loaned you something of his own.

“thanks.” you whispered as you took the dry clothes and headed over to his en suite bathroom.

locking the door behind you, you quickly threw the sweats on and inhaled the natural scent that had rubbed off onto the clothes. sakusa smelt expensive in your opinion. yes, it was his natural scent, but anyone could tell he was a man of serious selfcare just from the scent of his clothes alone.

satisfied with your dry attire, you hung the towel on the radiator before switching off the light and stepping back into sakusa’s bedroom.

the sweats were definitely too big for you, but he had done his best to find one of his older sets in hopes of them perhaps fitting you a little more and for the sake of his own comfort knowing you weren’t wearing any clothes he’d regularly wear and fear catching too many external germs onto. you smiled weakly at him upon catching eye contact as he sighed and patted beside him on the bed.

staying close friends with the germaphobe had definitely benefited you as you had only grown closer to the pro-volleyballer over the years, allowing the two of you to naturally grow physically closer too. there’s not a lot of people in the world sakusa would’ve allowed for them to shower, wear his clothes and especially not sit on his bed, but once again, you were exempt from that, you always were; and he knew why.

“so,” he began, cutting through the thick tension lingering. “what happened exactly.”

always so straight to the point. maybe running to sakusa immediately wasn't the best choice.

“he cheated.” you spoke dryly as sakusa’s frown grew deeper.

“explain.” he pressed as you felt your chest increasingly tighten.

“i showed up to his house and-” your eyes watered as tears began to spill out. opening your mouth to continue, you struggled as no noise came out. scrunching your eyes up in frustration, you sobbed once more but stopped as you felt a warm hand take in your own.

you looked up through blurred vision as sakusa had a firm, but sincere look on his face. tightening his grip slightly on your hand, you shakily breathed out before continuing.

“the door was unlocked, i went in and i saw.”

“saw what?”

“her. the girl he told me not to worry about. the one he promised me was nothing more than a friend.”

sakusa scoffed as you sighed warily, tears dripping down your chin.

“they were um- you know-”

“-having sex. yes, i get the idea.” sakusa quipped as your heart dropped.

“um, yeah. i just left and well, here i am.” you laughed bitterly, face wet once more and vision blurred.

“what a fucking loser.” sakusa spat out bitterly as you hung your head low.

“i don't even know why you said yes to him. what the hell does he even have going for him? tell me what exactly it is that he brings to the table, i’ve been dying to know.”

you looked up as sakusa’s hand held yours tightly.

sakusa looked almost as hurt as you did. you quickly put that idea to bed and assumed it was natural protectiveness. he was your best friend after all. you just didn’t know just how badly he had wanted more than that though.

“he was just- he was just there i guess. someone for me to date. maybe i was just lonely, i don’t know. i, fuck- i dont know omi! i dont fucking know anymore!” you sobbed as sakusa’s eyes softened.

“well. what are you gonna do now?” he spoke sharply, eyes fixated on you.

“nothing i guess. i’ll get over it, i knew it was bound to end anyway.”

“and running to me was your first option?”

“are you really that surprised? i just didn’t know who else to go to.”

sakusa sighed before standing up and urging you to stand up with him.

“where are we going?” you asked, begrudgingly standing up beside his toned form.

“to take you out. i’m not having you soak my sheets with tears caused by a loser.”

“but i’m not dressed for that!” “we’re staying in the car for the most part.” he confirmed, notioning for you to follow him back to the front door where his car keys were left.

you sighed but followed suit as sakusa grabbed one of his own sweaters to put on. looking back at you, sakusa noticed your down expression as his own heart tugged slightly. he could only hope you’d perk up by the time he’d taken you to where he intended. he almost felt bad. almost.

you huffed but followed sakusa out the apartment behind him and waited as he locked the door swiftly behind him. trailing sadly behind him towards the elevator, sakusa watched as your miserable state wallowed in sadness behind him.

waiting for you to get over the damage caused seemed pointless in his opinion. ever the efficient one, sakusa knew exactly how he wanted to go about getting you over your ex faster. he could only hope you’d cooperate with him.

the ride in the elevator with the occasional sniffle from you occupying the majority of the silence. at last, the elevator had reached below ground level and into the underground parking lot for residents to use.

you followed the man out the elevator and stayed close to him and the two of you headed over to sakusa’s reserved parking space. you heart picked up slightly upon locking your eyes onto sakusa’s car.

a matte black aston martin DB11 was parked perfectly into its designated space. the tinted windows showed you back your own reflection as you were met with the sight of your downcast face. brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, you sighed and waited for sakusa to unlock the car for you to get in.

to you, getting into the pro players car was no big deal, you were simply getting into a friends car for a casual outing. to anyone else, this would’ve been a huge deal though. nobody was allowed in sakusa kiyoomi’s car. he denied requests to drop off and pick up others and even teammates. the only exceptions from this rule were yourself and komori. nobody else.

sakusa unlocked the car and you clicked the door open on the passenger side. immediately, your nose was met with the heavy scent of air freshener and leather. the clean and polished interior never failed to impress you every time you rode with sakusa.

the outside hitter climbed into his own seat before shutting his door and waiting for you to shut your own. the leather of the seat cool under your sweats. shivers ran up your spin and the cold temperature car started up at the press of a button.

“strap in.” sakusa glanced over at you before fastening his own seatbelt and looking into the mirror to back the car up safely.

“hold still for a sec.” sakusa muttered as you felt his hand land on your shoulder as he looked back. his body close to yours, sakusa swiftly swung the car out his space as your breath hitched. why the hell did he have to get so close?

“you could’ve held the back of my seat.” you looked over at him as he revved the engine ready to speed out the exit.

“yeah you’re right, i could’ve. i just didn’t want to.” and with that, sakusa hit the acceleration and the car sped out the clear exit at high speed.

your head was thrown back and your heart fluttered at his words but you kept quiet as you tried to calm your nerves. sakusa however, looked like he was out to kill. you were just thankful the roads were clear in the late night.

his jaw tense and eyes sharp, sakusa made no mistakes as he swerved in and out of lanes so cleanly, leaving other drivers with no reason to complain.

“where are we even going?” you spoke up meekly as the man beside you pulled up at a red light. clicking his tongue in annoyance of the hold up, sakusa tilted his head to face you, his wavy mop of hair flopping back as his salient eyes met your own, throwing your heart off course.

“you’ll see.” was all he said as the light flashed amber. head snapping back to the front, sakusa revved his engine once more, hands both tightly gripped the finely stitched leather of the wheel. prominent veins running down the back of his hand, sakusa flexed his fingers before gripping the wheel once more and slamming back down on the accelerator throwing your head back into the headrest for the second time of the night.

if looks could kill, you were certain any driver in your best friends field of vision would’ve been dead at least two times over. you had no idea why he was so angry, but you’d be lying if you said you didn't find him at least slightly attractive. you just couldn't bring yourself to fully admit it though. you were fresh out of an awful break up and the heartache was still there even if sakusa was capable of effortlessly throwing you into a fit of excitement.

you gazed out the window as the car sped along the highway as pulled off the main roads and into the more separated streets. you paid no attention to where it was you were going until a wave of familiarity washed over you. your stomach tightened and your eyes flashed in fear as you quickly turned to see sakusa as focused as before, pulling into a parking space resided along the street of houses next to it.

“what the fuck kiyoomi! why are we here”

“where else would i take you?”

“oh i don't know, 7-11 maybe?!” you huffed as sakusa scrunched his face in disgust.

“that’s not going to help you get over him. this will.”

sakusa nodded towards the houses outside. more specifically, your ex's house.

“i can’t do this, i don’t need this.”

“you can and you want to don’t you?

you stared at him in disbelief as you shook your head.

“not like this, not now.”

“look at me.” sakusa demanded as his hand reached up to cup the side of your face, pulling your gaze directly onto his face.

“he’s a fucking loser. you’ve cried over him enough already and i just can’t sympathise with you anymore, show him that he fucked up.”

you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. once again, shaking your head, you pulled away from sakusa’s grip as he stared at you confused.

“how? how can i just confront him in this state? you don't understand omi! it still hurts, and i can’t just-”

“-it hurt me too. this whole time it hurt.” sakusa cut in swiftly.

“ever since you said yes to him, i couldn’t understand why it hurt until recently. maybe i should’ve been happy for you. i just couldn’t though. i don’t like him, i never did and you know what? he didn’t deserve you, but i think i do.” he confessed, expression sincere and voice clear and sharp.

“kiyoomi i-”

“-don’t answer me now. it’s not fair of me to just throw something like that at you, i’m sorry but i’m also really not. i’ve been waiting to say this. just please, don’t let yourself fall off over someone like him okay?” he turned away, one hand still firmly gripping the wheel as his other hand reached to start the engine again to drive you both back. your hand intercepted though, stopping him from starting the ignition.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. i promise i won’t so, let me prove it to you.” sakusa turned to face you and raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of attitude.

“i don’t want to cry anymore. not over him, not when i knew it was approaching sooner or later.” you admitted looking up at him. eyes glinting under the dim lights the streetlights provided through the tinted windows.

“then don’t let him make you cry anymore.” sakusa breathed out, voice taking on a soft tone.

“i’m relying on you to keep me in check then.” you whispered slowly leaning into him and letting him meet you halfway.

“well, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” his final words muttered out as his slender fingers ran under your jawline as he tilted his head up to meet his own. eyes fluttering shut, sakusa mentally thanked whoever the fuck was looking out for him, because he’d been waiting for this moment for longer than he’d ever care to admit.

pressing his lips onto your own, sakusa’s heart ran laps as you gasped at the feeling his hands gripping your jaw tighter. humming in satisfaction, he deepened the quickly escalating kiss as he pulled you closer and closer to him. god, he just couldn't have you close enough to him.

sliding his hand down to your thighs, sakusa felt the way you had them tightly pressed together as the slow and languid kiss quickly heated with each whine he drew from your lips. growing greedy to hear more, sakusa dominated the kiss completely, teeth scraping along your bottom lip ever so gently, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. with your lips slightly parted, sakusa slipped his tongue into your mouth groaning at your responsiveness to his actions.

pulling away, he left you gasping but gave you no time to catch your breath as his lips strayed from your own and you felt his hot breath teasing the warm skin of your neck. not wasting another moment, sakusa let his canines dance along your sensitive skin, teasing you and leaving you unaware of his every next move. finally, letting his teeth drag along your collarbone for so long, sakusa kissed, sucked and bit everywhere he had access too. he needed to mark you as his. it would give him enough mental confirmation that you were finally his and you seemed to have no obligation to this in the slightest.

“omi, i can’t-” you whined, frustration building up as the clothes you were wearing now became more and more of a bother.

“i got you princex.” sakusa grunted, shifting his body away ever so slightly.

“please!” you groaned, glaring at the now smirking man.

“whatever happened to ‘i can’t do this’?” he mocked relishing in the control he had over you.

“i didn’t think you meant this!” you whined as sakusa pulled himself off of you momentarily. looking down at your hot and bothered state he felt a wave of pride hit. he did that to you.

“backseat.” he demanded notioning behind him.

“what?” you breathed out.

“you heard. backseat.” you grumbled but obliged regardless, climbing into the backseats of the luxury car. sakusa followed suit and hovered over your aching body as you rested your head against the doors tinted window, waiting for sakusa to do something, anything.

“so obedient.” he sighed trailing his fingers along the waistband of the already loose sweats, hands slowly slipping under the material, tugging them off painfully slow, much to your impatience.

your breathing stuttered as the man pressed a soft trail of kisses along your now exposed thighs, the temperature of the car only increasing as the air got thicker and thicker.

“please.” you whispered as his kisses met the ache between your legs.

eyes lustfully looking up at you, sakusa smiled against the skin of your inner thigh, breath hitting dangerously close to where you needed his attention the most.

“since you asked so nicely.” he praised, fingers hooking under the thin waistband of your soaked through panties. pulling them down, his eyes flickered up to meet your own. a look of sincerity glinted in his eyes as you nodded at him, permitting him to grant what you both wanted, what you both needed. you wanted this as much as he did and he’d be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this. the opportunity to show you what you could’ve had from the start, none of that mattered now though. you could his now, he’d make up for all the time lost, starting with now.

gasping at the sudden feeling of his tongue dipping into your slit, sakusa’s confidence only built up knowing you were comfortable with this. the warmth of his tongue causing you squeeze your eyes shut as shivers ran up and down your spine. fully trusting himself now, sakusa worked his mouth on your clit, hungrily chasing the desperate pleads ands gasps he’d quickly grown attached to. he needed to draw more of these out of you and he’d do just that.

toying with your clit with his tongue, sakusa groaned at the feeling of your hands quickly grabbing the base of his hair, tugging him closer and closer in desperate attempts to get him to go deeper. he made it his aim to get you just as hooked onto the feeling of intimacy as he was and you seemed to be following suit perfectly.

“k-kiyoomi!” you gasped, tugging harder at the dark strands tightly gripped between your fingers. his eyes flashed up at you, an almost unreadable expression shown as he pulled away momentarily. “you’re so beautiful you know,” he sighed before moving his mouth back down to your twitching core “so fucking beautiful.” he praised as he glanced up to memorize each pleasured expression that twisted across your face. he felt so proud knowing he was the one doing this to you, only he could make your eyes roll back the way he did, only he could draw out those pretty sounds that escaped your lips. he knew he was the only one capable because he knew he was always the better choice for you, he was better than your ex in every single way and he was just relieved he was finally getting the chance to prove it to yourself.

completely encasing your core between his lips once more, he swallowed everything you gave him so selfishly, refusing to let anything go to waste and spill onto the seats, it’s not like he could let anything go to waste anyway, not when you tasted this fucking good and certainly not when you were in his clean car.

“o-omi, more!” you chanted as sakusa grunted as you felt the knot inside of you progressively tighten. firm fingers gripping your hips, sakusa curled his tongue inside of you making sure to lap up everything he got out of you. you whined and chanted sakusa’s name like a mantra as he continued to worship your body with his mouth.

“please, please, please!” you recited desperately over and over again as you felt yourself closer to the edge.

“so good for me.” sakusa praised pulling away and loosening his grip on you, your arousal coating his chin. keeping one hand firmly gripped onto your waist, he moved his other hand down for his fingers to pinch and toy with the bud as his tongue quickly dipped back into your tight pussy as you felt your high quickly chase up on you.

“f-fuck!” you cried out as you felt your back arch as the ecstasy crashed down on you. his actions didn’t stop though, as his thumb continued to circle your clit with slow but firm movements only further forcing your mind to go blank. mindless babbles dribbled out your mouth as you slowly came down from your peak, sakusa continued to let every drop of arousal spill into his mouth before he pulled away panting.

face flushed, but satisfied, he caught his own breath and waited for you to fully come back to your senses. your own breathing once again jagged, you looked up at him shyly as you leaned forward to rest your head against his.

“s-shit, i didn’t think it would go this far.” sakusa admitted, grabbing a tissue from the side compartment to wipe his face. a look of disgust flashed momentarily on his face when he saw the mess on the tissue, but silently praising himself for keeping his car free from any spills onto the plush leather seats.

you laughed breathily before fluttering your eyes shut.

“i knew coming to see you was a good idea.”

“you didn’t know this was going to happen, fuck, i didn’t even know this was going to happen. i only brought you here to confront him.” the dark haired male sighed before pulling away from you.

the two of you stayed like that for a few moments, a comfortable silence lingering in the compressed air of the car. you hadn’t verbally confirmed it yet, but sakusa knew from this moment onwards you were finally his. a blissful feeling bubbled up inside of him as he processed what had just happened.

suddenly, a loud tap on the window caused the two of you to jolt in shock as you instinctively gripped the hem of the disregarded sweats in attempts to cover your exposed body. leaning over to the front drivers seat, sakusa peered at the window and was met with the furious face of your ex. scoffing, he slid into the driver's seat and let the window roll down to come face to face with the man you called your boyfriend several hours prior to what had just happened.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you ex spat in anger as sakusa glared back equally as bitter.

“enjoying myself.” sakusa boredly stated as your ex’s face twisted into an expression of horror upon noticing you climbing back over to the front passenger seat with your clothes now back on, but appearance definitely disheveled.

“with that bitch?” the man outside of the car hissed as sakusa blocked his view.

“first of all, that so-called bitch? mine now, should’ve been from the start actually and secondly, get your disgusting presence away from my car, i’ve already had it deep cleaned this week and thanks to you, it’s gonna have to go back to be cleaned thoroughly again.”

your ex scoffed before backing up slightly.

“whatever, get the fuck out of my parking space though, and you,” he started past sakusa and directly into your eyes. “this makes you just as bad as me now so get off your high-horse.”

“actually,” you spoke up, hand resting on sakusa’s forearm to calm his peaking rage. “it doesn’t. kiyoomi was just a friend throughout the entirety of our relationship, he should’ve been the one to have been more than that though. it was never you.” you spoke briskly and cooly as sakusa smirked beside you.

before your ex could even open his mouth, sakusa let the windows slam but up before pressing the ignition.

“let’s just get out of here, you’re tired and it’s been a long day for you.” he offered a small smile as you nodded. outside, your ex was still yelling and begging for answers as the two of you took no notice. firing the engine back up, sakusa didn’t bother looking back before slamming onto the acceleration and speeding the two of you back through the streets and onto the main highway to take you back to his apartment where the two of you had things to talk about.

there was a lot lingering in the both of your minds, but you were certain the two of you were finally on the same page.

sakusa was upset you were hurt, but it didn’t matter now. you were his and over time, he’d help build you back up again, hand in hand, he wanted to put the time and effort into you that he had been wanting to do from the very start.

there weren’t a lot of people sakusa kiyoomi allowed close to him, would go out of his way for, would even care about for that matter, but as always, each and every time, you were exempt from that.

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Pairing – Blind! Jeongguk x Caretaker! Reader

Genre – Romance, Smut, Fluff, Home Care AU, House Helper AU, Established Relationship AU

Summary – [Jeongguk wants to show you something and you show him how much you appreciate him in return.]

Warnings – sub! jeongguk, soft dom! reader, oral male receiving, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, edging, grinding, penetrative unprotected sex, oc is on the pill, mention of face fucking, praise kink, oral fem receiving, they use pet names a whole lot, dirty talk, innocence kink, sexual tension, teasing, body worship, positive body image, switch! jeongguk for like two seconds, hand tattoo kink, sensitivity kink, guk is a soft lil needy bean who wants to explore and oc just wants to worship the shit out of him, sensual but very soft sex, voice kink, detailed description of sexual acts, porn with some plot

Word Count – (7,4k)

Author note. This piece contains mostly smut (I had this dream one day don’t judge me) the other half is just fluffy fluff so I have no idea why it’s this fricking long lol but enjoy it nonetheless. There was a time when I was struggling to write 4k and now I have to stop myself.

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The art room is his favourite place inside the house and you often find him coped up in there covered in paint after you’re finished with your duties.

You cut the freshly bloomed roses every day and retrieve them from the garden to decorate his dining table and fill the vase in the middle, you pick the pretty ones even though Jeongguk can’t admire their beauty after he completely lost his eyesight four years ago.

He was diagnosed late with Glaucoma and by the time Jeongguk decided to go to the hospital to get his constant pain around his eyes checked his optic nerve was damaged to the point that soon it led to his loss of vision.

He wanted to please his parents so he applied to Seoul National University to study international business. Spent most of his time studying in the library and attending classes but because he didn’t acknowledge his pain on time so he wouldn’t miss school, he dismissed the signs that led him to live the rest of his life completely blind.

He couldn’t finish school, his parents bought him an enormous house to live in but he had a hard time coping with how things turned out in the end. See the blackness instead of the colourful world was hard to get used to.

It takes two entire years for him to accept it, some would say it’s rather soon to get over such a fate but he didn’t want to live his remaining life dwelling on the ’what ifs’ so he decided to live his life to the fullest. Picked up his hobby where he left off and started painting again.

He gained back his original weight and the colour returned to his face little by little. It’s hard to imagine the empty shell of that boy he once was because you only got to experience this down to earth boy with a charming personality, living for the moment.

It was hard at first, he often got frustrated because his coordination was not as good as it used to be, there were times when he knocked over the bowl of water and it spilt all over his work. It didn’t bother him after a while he couldn’t see the finished piece, he found accomplishment during the process of making it. He learned that sometimes the effort is more important than the final goal.

His other senses however heightened to compensate for his lost ability, he enjoys scents more that’s why you fill the vase with freshly cut flowers every day and use an extra cup of fabric softener when you wash his clothes.

You only know his story because he shared it with you. It was easy to open up even when you two were strangers and in some way you still are since there are so many layers to Jeongguk that you haven’t seen, he’s gentle and caring but funny and playful.

You’re the one who should take care of him because you’re literally paid to do that yet he always finds small ways to do the same. Now he’s more than just a job to you.

His parents hired you last year when Jeongguk fired the third housekeeper because she tried to steal from the house. He only agreed to get a new replacement if he can make the choice of whom it will be and after his parents played him the recordings of the interviews he chose you.

You asked him a week later why he chose you from all those people and he said that he liked how your voice sounded.

He figures out the shapes by touching everything. He’s curious about the outside world that he once knew, what changed is the way he experiences them so he often walks around feeling his surroundings, trailing the walls with his fingers sometimes if he feels like it, he would even visit the gardens. He likes how the sun feels so warm on his skin or when the wind blows through his hair.

The garden is surrounded by high walls so onlookers can’t invade his privacy and the gate only opens if you put in the code that only you and him know, not even his parents can barge in like that.

He’s alone while you do your chores, no one except you visits him but he likes it that way, you always join him for his meals and after you’re done with cleaning the rooms.

Although even you leave around tenish to catch the last bus home, there are times when you sleepover if you forget about the time. It’s easy to do so when you’re with Jeongguk.

It’s not that time consuming anymore to do all the tasks since you figured out where everything was pretty fast, grew accustomed to the mansion-like house. Now it’s almost like you live there, knowing everything’s rightful place like the back of your hand.

You prepare his meals, fill his fridge with groceries, mop the floor and finish loading the dishwasher, you do all sort of things here. There are things you need to repeat every day but there are chores you have to do once a week or once in every month or so. You change his bedsheets and replace the empty shampoo bottle and body wash in his bathroom.

When you cross everything out you had to do on the list of tasks for the day it’s already four pm so you go to find him inside the art room. You don’t see what he’s painting on the canvas because he shows you his back as you stand at the doorstep.

Jeongguk feels your presence behind him even though you don’t move or announce your arrival, afraid that you’ll distract him when he looks so engrossed in his work you decide to watch him silently for a little while before beckoning him to have his late lunch.

He normally knows when you’re around because your scent gets stronger in the room if you’re nearby, he likes that feature about you. Not sure if you do it on purpose but you always wear the same fruity perfume his nose can easily recognise. Jeongguk catches you off guard with his sudden movement as he turns around on impulse, following your warmth like a sunflower, the paintbrush is still in his hand when he grins, catching the airy sound of your surprised yelp.

”Guk, you scared me.” Your chuckle blesses his ears, he can pick up the sound of your light footsteps as you approach him and he feels your palms cupping his face as soon as you reach him. You caress his cheeks with your fingers and you see multiple lines of dried paint on his face, he makes eye contact with you but you know he can’t actually see you.

”Are you done for today?” Jeongguk asks you excitedly eyes shining with anticipation while his hands hold you close gently by the waist, you vaguely remember he told you yesterday that he wants to show you something after work but the words went over your head until now. Matching his wide grin you peck his lips before pulling him in a different direction with the help of your intertwined hands.

”Yes. First, let’s get you cleaned up and eat, after that, I’m all yours.” You promise and he tightens his hold on you as you guide him inside the bathroom that’s connected to the art room.

You get a washcloth from under the sink and soak it in lukewarm water to clean his face whilst Jeongguk sits down onto the edge of the bathtub obediently and lets you rub the dried paint off his cheeks. You peck each side of his cheek when you’re done and his giggles are bouncing off the tile walls when you shower him with your kisses not neglecting his nose, eyelids or mouth in the process.

”So pretty.” The compliment followed by a final kiss on his forehead makes his cheeks burn with heat. Jeongguk touches your shoulders but he doesn’t linger there for long before he moves upwards beyond your collarbones and neck not stopping until he finds your face. He cradles it with a triumphant expression before pulling you down for a real kiss.

His tongue slips into your mouth with purpose, fingers massaging your jawline to coax your body to relax between his arms and you give in to the temptation going lax as he hums into your mouth in appreciation, you let him take care of you while he kisses your breath away with passion. He angles your face to deepen the kiss and his mouth explores yours like it’s his first time tasting it.

Things are never boring when he’s around, it doesn’t matter how mundane the task seems to be, he can always spice things up and kissing him easily become your favourite chore of the day after a few months of practice behind your backs. It was already impossible for you not to like him when he was walking around with miss-matched socks on his feet and wrongly buttoned-up shirts, his smile was radiating and his playful comments dropped here and there made you fall head over heels for him in no time.

You haven’t considered the possibility that your feelings could ever be reciprocated by him until he kissed you one day. You were blow-drying his hair after he took a shower, you styled his hair afterwards and aimlessly ran your hands through his hair because you liked how soft it was. The kiss was nothing more than a press of your lips together and he apologised right after he pulled away blushing furiously. You admitted quite shyly that you liked it and he can do it again if he wants to of course and after that, the rest is just history.

A smile takes over your features when you see Jeongguk chase after your lips but you shake your head. ”We can continue this after you eat your lunch. I was a little behind on my tasks today so it’s going to be a late one. You must be hungry.” You prompt him to get up but he refused to loosen his hold on your waist whilst the biggest pout that you have ever seen on mankind so far greets you. Aish, why he has to be so cute when you try to do your job for once.

”Come on bunny, the sooner you eat the sooner you can show me what you planned today.” He perks up at that and the pout is soon replaced with the previous look of excitement. Jeongguk in general is an easy soul to please, he likes anything until you willingly give it to him and his simplicity is a breath of fresh air after your previous ex-boyfriend who had high expectations on anything.

Jeongguk lets you lead him down the stairs, he waits patiently at the table while you pack two plates full of food for both of you. The faint humming from the air conditioner reminds you of the sudden rise in the temperate outside and you make a mental note to ask if he wants to have a picnic in his backyard tomorrow if the wheater stays nice like this.

”What's on your mind?” Hearing his question you stop looking out the window and focus back on the interior of the room. Jeongguk manoeuvres a forkful of food inside his mouth his eyes are aimlessly darting across the room but you know he’s listening. The sunlight that filters in between the half-drawn curtains cast a halo over his head giving his eyes a different kind of depth, you’re surprised that he even knows about your absentminded staring.

”Are you psychic or something? How did you know?” Jeongguk can only imagine how your eyes grew two sizes bigger when he called you out on your little daydreaming and his heart tightens with the amount of affection he feels for you. He traced your features with his fingers a million times before but there’s a sudden grip on his heart every time he thinks about how he can never experience what it’s like to see your smile when he makes you laugh or how you would roll your eyes if he says something stupid.

”You’re funny, but no sweetheart. You always hum when you’re deep in thought and I haven’t heard you touch your food yet. It was just a lucky guess.” You absolutely love when he calls you sweetheart so you feel yourself instantly melt in your seat after you hear his trademark breathy chuckle as you silently swoon over him and the fact that he knows your habits so well. The. Best. Boyfriend. Ever. You want to kiss him so badly but you pick up your fork instead and tell him to do the same.

You can’t say you’re not curious what he wants to show you but right now as you watch the slight curve of his upper lip as he smiles while he hops on the stairs like an actual bunny you want his mouth on yours, like, right about now more than to see what he’s so loud for. Your confusion only grows when you two are back in the art room, there’s a canvas with a cloth draped over its frame that you didn’t see before, well, not that you were looking at anything else than your boyfriend so you’re not entirely surprised.

”What’s this? And before you say it’s a painting you know that’s not what I mean.” You continue just in time to halt his snarky comment but that doesn’t take away from any of the sassiness he has in store for you. Not today though. He has better things to show you right now.

He worked on this painting for quite some time now, he traced the paint lines every other day to remember where he left off and he’s hoping that he didn’t mess up the colours because he dropped the palette one time and had to rearrange the paint marks. You customised his mixing plate, added little drawings at the edges so he can know what colour should go where it was a birthday present of yours and he almost cried how touched he was. He often traces the patterns when he’s alone and you always tease him when you see he has paint on his fingertips.

Jeongguk grabs your hand, making you sit beside him on the floor as he removes the cloth. Your eyes rake over the masterpiece in front of you as Jeongguk holds his breath not to miss your reactions.

It’s a mixture of two dominant colours, one is bright yellow and the other is orange with a tad bit of red in the middle, the colours of a sunrise with the top half being a little brighter while the bottom is painted in darker shades. Jeongguk never forms shapes or anything specific when he paints, you have seen some of his earlier creations when he did and they were stunning but now he’s simply using paint to portray his emotions. It’s more for therapeutic reasons than before when he daydreamed about becoming an artist.

”This is really beautiful Jeongguk.” The use of his first name conveys to him how serious you’re about it, it’s not Guk or bunny even though he loves the nicknames you give him. However, by using his first name to show him your sincerity you acknowledge him as an artist. He can’t argue with you because he can’t see it for himself to point out all the mistakes that are probably there, he smiles instead because now that you’re by his side he learned how to see things through your eyes and if you think it’s beautiful then it probably is.

”I painted this while I was thinking about you. I was nervous to show it to you because I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it. I can’t see it and it’s probably a mess but I wanted to give this to you.”

”Silly. Of course, I love it you’re still that talented boy, you know. Some things changed but it doesn’t mean you’re any less of an amazing artist.” You throw your arms around his form and due to the impact both of you end up on the floor with your head on his chest, he grunts under your weight but still laughs when you hold him tighter.

It’s calm for a few minutes as you listen to the upbeat rhythm of his heart while his hand combs the tangled knots out of your hair with gentle fingers. You inspect the painting from a different angle as you’re between Jeongguk’s arms and the colours seem so much brighter and livelier this way.

”Hey, Guk.” He hums when you call his name his hand stills in your hair for a moment but soon restarts his soothing motions until you raise your head from where it was resting on his chest and you look into his eyes. He looks back but it doesn’t bother you anymore that he can’t really see you.

There were hard times when you two were trying to adjust to each other’s different lifestyles. So many times when you wanted him to read your expression, to know when you’re angry without words or when you’re happy or frustrated. It wasn’t always this easy with him but you learned that you have to describe how you feel for him to understand you, he can’t rely on your facial expressions and you shouldn’t have assumed he knew what’s wrong when you didn’t tell him.

He’s very attuned to you now, he can tell from the pitch of your voice if you’re annoyed. He’s not the only one who learned to read the other like an open book. Probably because he can’t see it but he has a very expressive face, it’s easy to tell when he’s upset or something’s on his mind.

”You look very handsome right now.” Your smile stretches wider when he flares up at the sudden compliment, his ears are red too. There’s a slight sultry edge to your tone that he immediately recognises and makes him raise a brow at you. You only use that tone when you’re turned on by something he did and you want to have your ways with him. The idea of you fucking him is exciting but he’s confused about what he did to make you be in the mood.

”What is it bunny, you’re not going to say thank you?” You tease him while you manoeuvre your body to hover over his form with your palms firmly planted on both side of his face, he visibly gulps as you lower your body to straddle his tiny hips your fingers dip under his shirt to emit some kind of reaction. Jeongguk bites his lower lip before he licks over the pink flesh a poor attempt to hide how eager he is to have you on top of him.

”It’s pointless to play innocent bunny, I can already feel your hardening cock pressing to my ass.” You grind your butt against his growing erection to prove your point and he immediately moans for you. His resolve falls apart with every purposeful move against the wet spot that forms at the front of his sweats. It’s been a week since you two fucked because he was busy painting something but at that time you had no idea he’s creating something for you so diligently. His care for you is evident in every stroke of his brush on the canvas.

”Have I ever told you how much I love your reactions to my touches? You don’t know where or when I’ll touch you next and your innocent reactions make me so wet and desperate to fuck you.” Jeongguk’s eyes are firmly shut as he concentrates on your voice, he shudders when you rub his hip and move further upwards under his shirt to trace over the lines of his abs.

It’s easy to tell how your words can affect him sexually, you developed a huge liking for describing everything to him, you’re not gonna lie. It’s hot to see him so horny as you unconsciously make him imagine what you say, it’s your way of painting a picture for him. A naughty one. He likes when you go into great detail about how your pussy is wet for him or how nicely his tattooed fingers can fill you up. He likes to hear things like that as you use your dominant tone that alone is enough to arouse him while you do things to him.

”Let’s move onto a comfier setting bunny. I’ll not go easy on you today.” You get up and Jeongguk whines at the lost contact, with your body heat gone he shivers, the outline of his dick is visible under his sweatpants and you let a smirk be visible on your face. Reaching for his hand he eagerly pulls himself up from the ground with your help and follows you to his bedroom.

The room smells like his favourite fabric softener and you’re glad you changed his sheets this morning just to see him smile so adorably right now when you’re about to ruin the sheets together. He plops down onto the bed and momentarily he forgets about his growing sexual desires as he gets lost in the different scents in his room.

Once you touch his face he seems to come to this senses, you caress the apple of his cheek with your fingers and Jeongguk leans into your touch, a soft sigh slips out between his slightly parted lips.

”Let’s take your clothes off bunny.” You voice it as a suggestion but he obeys like it’s a command from the higher-ups and you almost chuckle at how needy he is as he eagerly pulls his shirt over his head and wriggles down his pants with his underwear giving the garments to you so you can set his clothes aside like you always do.

”I’m so lucky to have you. My pretty bunny.” You kiss his left thigh tentatively moving closer to his semi-hard length before changing directions to shower his firm stomach with equal attention. His body trembles beneath you, abdominal muscles tensing and relaxing under your mouth’s mission to map out his entire body and not leave any part of his gorgeous body unattended to.

Jeongguk keeps producing those breathy moans for you even though you still haven’t paid any attention to his needy cock that’s twitching with your every kiss and lick over his abs.

His tip glistens with his excitement and when he ruts his cock against your thigh for friction his breath hitches in his throat as he finally feels some form of relief. You push his hip back to lay flat on the bed, he tries to chase the feeling of your warm thigh but you don’t let him as you dig your nails into his skin making him quietly whimper into the pillow.

”Don’t worry love, I’ll touch you.” You coo at him when he keeps squirming under your body trying to rut against any part of you but you don’t let him move around, your hand is firm on his hip as you kiss the skin on his stomach.

Jeongguk’s face is angelic under the bedroom lights as he waits for your touches without a complaint, his mouth is open, panting, his tongue slips out to wet his dry lips and you surprise him with a kiss licking into his mouth pushing your clothed chest against his bare one.

”Gukie your cock is so pretty, your head is so swollen and red leaking precum so diligently for me, I can’t wait to taste you.” Your hand encloses around his base and you feel him twitch inside your hold as you smear his precum all over him, you whisper the words into his ear until his head is thrown back into the pillows. The feel of your hand on him is like he’s standing in front of the gates of heaven, he’s ready to give you everything you want. Jeongguk’s cock throbs with every stroke you deliver, more precum oozes from his slit making your up and down motions run smoothly as you built a rhythm.

His hands fist into the duvet under him as he chokes on his moans every time you circle your thumb over his sensitive tip, changing up the pace every so often to see his reactions.

The variations of his groans and higher pitched mewls directly affects you, suddenly the room is too hot while you’re still fully clothed and you’re desperate to have his hands on you, thighs rubbing together to seek some relief, your underwear is ruined the material clings to your wet folds as you please the love of your life.

”We have to build up your stamina bunny, I can’t have you cum so fast there’s still so many things I want to do to you.” You stop at the base, halting all of your movements while you grip his throbbing cock to prevent him from making a mess of the sheets too soon.

When you’re convinced he’s not going to cum if you let go, you start removing your clothes hastily, your bunny’s hips thrust into the air chasing your hand so you make quick work to get rid of your pants and underwear before you pin his hips to the bed again.

Continuing where you left off you get a hold of the base of his cock to align his member to feel the heat of your mouth centimetres apart from his sensitive tip, teasingly blowing air to see him shudder beneath you.

”Since you’re so impatient I’ll give you what you want.” As you talk your lips make contact with his cock and he trembles, his whole body is shaking with the overwhelming mix of pleasure and anticipation. Your lips part as you guide his dick into your awaiting mouth swirling your tongue over the prominent vein on the underside of his cock when you take his length as much of it as your throat can handle to fit inside.

You inhale deeply through your nose before you swallow around him, staying in position for a few seconds to get accustomed to his size, feeling his member twitch inside your warm mouth what spurs you on to start bobbing your head at an agonisingly slow pace before you eventually speed up, you surprise him with either a hard suck or a slow lick as you let his hips buck into your mouth a few times before you dig your nails into his hipbone as a warning.

You deny him his sweet release for the second time today when you slow down once he’s near his end.

The temperature of the room risen significantly making both of your bodies sticky with sweat. Admiring his sharp jawline and adam’s apple as it bobs while he swallows hard is a sight you can never get tired of seeing.

Jeongguk’s eyes are heavily lidded as he collects himself waiting for his breath to even out before you speak up. His head clears a little as you let him rest after another ruined orgasm.

”Are ok to continue? It’s alright if you don’t want to.” You brush a few strands of hair behind his ears kissing his forehead to help him calm down, his cock is still hard begging for release as it rests against his stomach, balls full of cum but you don’t want to assume.

”No, I’m fine. I want to continue.”

You want him to be one hundred percent comfortable with the things you two try out even if it was his personal suggestion.

”You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you.” Pecking his lips sweetly to add emphasis to your words seem to work wonders as Jeongguk smiles. The heavy fog lifts almost entirely off his mind as his eyes open fully to bless you with his dark brown orbs full of love and adoration for you.

The tight hold he has on the bedsheets loosens when he cups your cheeks instead rolling his thumb to caress your face, pulling you down to share a passionate but slow kiss with teeth and tongue.

You moan into his mouth when he accidentally brushes a strong thigh up between your legs close to your centre Jeongguk feels the wetness between your thighs and swallows every noise you let out as he pushes his leg upwards parting yours gently in the process.

”Sweetheart, you’re so wet. I can feel it. Is this all for me?” Jeongguk is in awe as you moan his name, such a small contact can make you lose all kind of carefully obtained restraint you showed during the time you were pleasuring him.

You put his needs above yours and if it’s possible at all he feels even more in love with you knowing how much you care about him, he wants to return the favour even though his cock is so hard from all of your teasings and edging.

He wants to feel your tight pussy around him so bad it hurts but he shouldn't be greedy with you. You deserve to be treated like a queen and he’ll worship you as one.

Jeongguk has a lot of things he needs to learn about you but he’ll gladly start with learning about your body first. He had you before and having sex with you is always an addicting experience.

”All-uh-for you.” You nod absentmindedly, burying your face into the crook of his neck you let his hand travel down from your shoulders to the dip between your legs, he separates your slick folds with two of his fingers using his middle to run it through your centre rubbing your clit before he tests your opening. His finger slides in easily aided by your wetness. Your walls immediately squeeze the digit resided inside, eager to be filled with something after being left untouched for so long. Jeongguk feels how you suck his finger in so willingly, your warm and tight muscles are so needy for his cock.

”Jeong-guk.” It’s hard for you to form a coherent sentence when he lines up his second finger to fill you up. Your back arches when he finds your sensitive bundle of nerves making scissoring motions to stretch your walls your eyes open to watch him lazily finger fuck you with his tattooed hand glistening with your essence, you moan his name finding leverage as you place your hands on his chest. ”Gukie, fuck. Hmm, go a little faster.”

Jeongguk obligates, eager to please you. Picking up his pace, he thrusts his fingers inside your soaked pussy with practice curling the digits to hear more of those sweet sounds you make for him. With his heightened hearing he can easily recognise the patterns your body make subconsciously he picks up on your shallow breathing as you get closer to cumming and how your cunt squelches around his fingers. He can hear everything.

You never let him taste you before even though you give him head all the time and suddenly he feels a burning need to taste you on his tongue, he has no doubt that you’ll be a delicious treat. Since Jeongguk is sensitive to smells and tastes you refrained from making him go down on you, not sure if he would like the texture or taste.

”Sweetheart, can I try something?” Jeongguk’s fingers still inside you as he asks for your permission unsure if you would even like the idea he’s proposing. Your desire to orgasm fades quickly as you hear the vulnerability in his voice like he’s afraid you will think he’s some kind of weirdo for saying that. You’re quick to console him kissing his chest above his heart to say without words that it’s ok for him to tell you what’s on his mind.

”I want you to sit on my face.” Your eyes widen in surprise once the shy request leaves his lips soon after he nibbles on his bottom lip waiting for you to say something. You kiss him on the lips as both of you sit up on the bed holding his body close you contemplate if you should accept it or not.

It would be a lie if you said you don’t want to try it with him. But the fear of what if he’s not going to like it still lingers in your mind.

”Are you sure?” It’s your time to ask the question as you knock your foreheads together affectionately.

”Yes I’m sure, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” His firm reply soothes your nerves about the topic and you decide to be honest about why you’re so hesitant to let him.

These things are still fairly new for him and you don’t want him to do something he wouldn’t enjoy and eventually ruin his good experience with sex. It doesn’t matter if he won’t eat you out because you know he loves you and deeply cares for you and that’s what really matters in the end.

”I want you too but I have to warn you that you might not like it. Every female has a different taste and I know you’re sensitive to these things so I don’t want to force you just because it would feel good for me.”

Jeongguk lets your words sink in, realising that you look out for him even now when you could easily tell him to do anything and he would do it. But you don’t tell him, you say the word ’force’ even though he was the one to propose the idea to you.

He understands where you’re coming from though. It’s true that he’s more sensitive to strong smells than others but he never once thought you smell bad rather he thinks you always smell divine and it’s not just about your fruity perfume you apply every morning.

Your natural scent is good too even when you’re a little sweaty and roughen up after you’re done with cleaning his house.

He could smell your arousal when you two first had sex it took him a while until he identified the source of the heavy scent but he never thought of you as someone repulsive. It’s only natural so why he shouldn’t accept the way you are when you accept him as he is.

”You never know until you try, sweetheart.” Jeongguk wants to be the one to make all of your insecurities disappear and he’s determined to make you feel good his smile grows because now he knows it’s not him you doubt but yourself and he can’t let you do that.

”If I lick my fingers clean will you let me go down on you?” Ready to prove you wrong, right after he said that his fingers are lifted to his mouth to lick your juices off his hand, the sinful sight alone makes you weak on your knees.

His mouth sucks on each tattooed digit making sure to slurp up everything to prove his point, a new gush of arousal oozes out of your hole when you see it on him he genuinely doesn’t mind how you taste.

You kiss him fervently as the last digit is thoroughly cleaned pushing your tongue into his mouth you get even more turned on by the fact that you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Almost dismissing his request because eating you out would mean you have to wait longer and you want to have his cock now especially after the show he put up to win your approval, but like if he could sense your impatience he helped you to position yourself above the pillows.

He slowly starts to part your legs exposing your centre to the cold air as he positions himself to be directly in front of your sex inhaling your intoxicating scent. ”Tell me how to make you feel good.”

Jeongguk kisses the apex of your thigh, keeping your legs open with his firm grip on your inner thighs as he waits for further instructions. It feels like you’re suddenly in the middle of every girl’s wet dream, having him between your legs waiting for you to tell him what to do is already enough to make you soak the sheets under you.

”It’s similar to when you use your fingers bunny. Just use the tip of your tongue to tease my clit, you can lick and suck gently but I’ll like everything you’re willing to do.”

Your vision gets blurry once he uses your tips to make you feel good, he hums in acknowledgement before he parts your folds with his tongue finding your clit easily as he uses the tip of his tongue to circle it around your sensitive nub.

You try to stay still as he explores you but it’s hard to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face when he makes you feel so fucking good. He learns fast what you like and doesn’t like as he keeps repeating the things that get the best reactions out of you.

”Your mouth feels so good bunny.” The praise ignites a sense of pride inside his chest as your moans fill his head, your scent surrounds him like a warm blanket as he laps up your essence there’s an especially high pitched keen moan when his nose nudges your clit and he does it again with purpose this time, he licks your opening clean making his tongue flat against your sensitive cunt to gather your juices in his mouth.

It’s been a while since anyone ate you out and his eagerness to learn and please you can be considered a huge part of why you feel your high approaching faster than ever.

”I’m going to cum if you keep doing that, fuck. Don’t stop.” Jeongguk feels your hand in his hair tugging at his strands as he flicks his tongue over your abused clit pink and swollen from the constant ministrations you let him know between breathy pants of his name that he’s doing such a good job. ”Use your hand bunny I’m so close. Unless you want me to finish while you have your mouth on me? You d-don’t have to.”

Your boyfriend seems determined however as he doubles his efforts devouring your throbbing pussy until there’s not a sense that’s not filled with you, your cum feels sweet on his tongue as he keeps licking your centre not letting any drop go to waste, your hand keeps grabbing his hair pulling him closer.

His dick is incredibly hard from all the foreplay, he’s panting when he finally comes up from between your legs and you lick your lips at the sight. His hair is dishevelled from your restless tugs lips glistening with your cum and rosy red from his constant work to get you to reach your high even though you denied him his two times before this.

Letting him eat you out was not part of your plan but you don’t mind it at all if this sight will greet you every time.

”You good?” You use your discarded shirt to clean his face up, his chin and lips are soaked by your arousal but he doesn’t seem to mind and a content sigh is enough to ease all of your worries when he nuzzles his face into your neck, he looks up at you dreamily fingers massaging the nape of your neck he lazily captures your lips between his teeth to playfully tug on the flesh.

”We should do this more often sweetheart, you’re absolutely delicious.” A confident smirk paired up with the way he licks his lips knowing that you watch him while he pants beneath your form is sinful. You only get a glimpse of his dominant side for mere seconds before you turn your full attention to give his cock his well deserved release.

It’s not even a full five minute after your mind-blowing orgasm but you’re already dying to feel him inside.

”I don’t know, you seem kind of tired bunny. Should we stop right now?” You straddle his hips sliding lower to have him feel how your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. Judging by the way his body shudders under your body’s weight the answer is going to be anything but no. Your mixed arousal makes it easy for you to slide up and down his shaft eliciting more soft groans from his throat as he finally got to feel you against him.

You teased him enough for one day considering how tight his balls seem to feel against your ass but it’s tempting to continue just a little more, you bite down on his collarbone kissing and nipping on his shoulder where it meets his neck marking his skin up with gentle sucks on his pulse point.

”If you don’t answer I’ll take that as a yes.” You release his tender flesh from between your lips and search for his eyes, every time you move your hips to grind down on him his tip catches the hood of your clit each time earning a groan from you.

”Fuck, no please don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jeongguk’s hands find both sides of your waist urgently pulling you across his lap to make you move faster and harder, he’s desperate to finally find his release since he has been hard for so long. It’s a wet mess between your legs but you don’t mind how your mixed excitement stains the bedsheets, tattooed fingers dig into your skin as his cock slides up and down between your pussy lips with ease.

”Where do you want to cum bunny? I’ll give you everything you want.” You affectionately run your hands through his damp hair, moving your hips in tandem with his needy thrusts.

You have one or two suggestion in mind that you’re more than willing to share with him. ”I’ll do whatever you want but personally speaking I would love to be filled up.”

”S-sweetheart, I don’t think I c-can last long. I want to fuck you properly but I want to cum so b-bad.”

You chuckle lightly at how torn he’s between his options and you decide to make it easier for him as you guide his cock to your opening.

Your walls throb around him when he finally fills you up to the brim, you go slow at first not to trigger his orgasm too soon but you eventually pick up your pace as you ride him. His cock is so sensitive at this point that he feels his high approach almost immediately as you ride him harder.

Jeongguk feels your walls pulsate around him lost in the way you seem to be made for his cock and your moans that calls his name out every so often as he hits the best spots inside you.

He’s incredibly close to cumming but he knows you need more stimulation to reach your high so he flips you over, your back meets with the cold sheets as he effortlessly turns positions he doesn’t need to pull out to have you under him, his hips thrust into you frantically the new angle feels more intense as Jeongguk hovers over your body.

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binniesthighs · 4 years

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ANON THIS WAS SO FUN. Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: that good good smut

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?”

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!”

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.”

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right; they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back.

“and you had to get all the flavors?”

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!”

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label. “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?”

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?”

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!”

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?”

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.”

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking.

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips.

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.”

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe.

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose.

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand.

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?”

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.”

~💋~

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore.

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time.

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.”

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.”

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.”

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?”

“hell if I know.”

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization.

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???”

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?”

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?”

“i-it always was!”

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!”

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you.

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world.

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow.

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.”

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms.

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...”

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving.

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...”

“something what? spit it out!!”

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale.

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way.

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.”

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?”

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.”

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???”

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously.

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ”

“right here???”

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!”

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!”

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory.

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that.

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were.

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?”

“wow.” you marveled.

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest.

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air.

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on.

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands.

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch.

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more.

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants.

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously.

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain.

“--tou-touch--”

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand.

“‘hurts so, so bad.”

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes.

“what do you want me to do about it?”

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...”

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans.

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more.

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth.

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips.

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down.

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth.

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.”

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther.

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...”

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?”

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?”

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?”

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste.

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other.

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.”

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes.

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.”

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers.

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?”

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later.

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids.

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you.

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--”

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon.

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls.

“I’m close, god, minho--”

ding-ding-ding!

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???”

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago.

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room.

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.”

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face:

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #kpop smut #Lee Minho smut #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x you #Minho x reader

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jungwonenthusiast · 4 years

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I’ll Take You to Heaven

pairing: dom! Jeno x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: protected sex, oral (female recieving), degradation, Jeno has a small pain kink

word count: 2.9 k

A/N: in this fic jeno kinda just dives into being a dom without a conversation with the reader if they are okay with the things he’s doing. i know for most this is a given but do not do this in real life!! please make sure your partner is consenting to being a sub and genuinely wants to do everything. sorry just felt like saying that :)

The place is a little bit dark and there’s only a few people.

“I’m nervous.” you say, following him close behind.

“Don’t be, it’ll just be us.” He gets into the square and looks at you. “I’m gonna teach you how to fight in case anyone other than me pushes you over at the skatepark.”

“Other than you?” you eye him.

“Yup.” He says while wrapping white tape around his hands.

“And why do you get special privileges?” you cross your arms.

He stops. “Because we’ve been friends since the beginning of time?”

You giggle. “That’s reasonable.”

He grabs your hands and pulls you to be standing in front of him. “Alright now hold your fists up, guard your face.”

You do as he says.

“Good,” he nods and holds his hands up, palms facing you. “give me a punch.”

“Like hard?” you ask nervously.

“As hard as you can.” he says.

You give him a solid punch. You’re not afraid of hurting him, you guys used to fist fight all the time.

“Come on, harder.” he says.

You try again.

“Harder.” he says firmly.

You hit him as hard as possible and his hand flies back.

“Atta-girl.” He smiles at you. That makes you tingle a bit. You can feel your cheeks get hot. “Now keep going.”

“Oh my god,” you exhale maybe half an hour later. “I’m tired.”

“But we’ve only gotten started.” He shakes your shoulder.

“I’m tireddd.” You whine.

“Come one darling I know you’ve got a few more hits in you.” he says. Darling? Jeno has always been charming, but never so upfront like this.

“I’m confident that I don’t.” You start to sit down.

He grabs your hands to pull you up and he nearly does but you let gravity drag you down.

“Come on get up.” He tugs at you again.

“Nope.” You shake you head.

“Come onnn.” He grabs your ribcage, ready to pick you up.

You squeal. “No no no.”

He stops. “Get up then.”

You don’t move.

“You’re asking for this.” he says before sweeping you off the ground. Jesus he’s strong.

“Hey!” you’re both in a giggling fit. “Let fucking go!”

“You’re the one with your legs wrapped around me.” He says and you freeze, embarrassed.

You unravel from him and he puts you down.

“You ready to go again?” he says.

“I told you I’m tired dude.” You groan and start to sit down again. He’s about to grab you when you roll away from him.

“You’re so lazy man.” he scoffs and plops down next to you.

“I know, I’m not ashamed.” you cross your arms over your chest and shut your eyes, the dim lights glow orange behind your eyelids.

You hear him moving next to you, then you feel something on your shoulder. Your eyes fly open to get a peek, and it’s him, laying down next to you with his forehead pressed against you.

“I missed you,” he pulls away to look at you, his face is alarmingly close to yours. “Why are you always so busy with school?”

“Because I actually want to be successful.” you joke and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey now,” he says. Wow he’s handsome. You always knew that he was cute, but in the last few years he got all tall, his voice dropped, and his figure got insane. Sometimes you catch yourself staring at him a little too long whenever he comes over to swim. “I don’t want to go home. Can I stay at your place?” He overlaps your ankle with his.

“Yeah,” you agree. “You wanna go now?”

“Sure,” he leaps to his feet and holds a hand out for you. “I didn’t really get to teach you much though.”

You adjust your shirt. “We used to fight all the time, I think I have enough practice from that.”

“You were pretty good.” he picks up his backpack. “I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.”

“You deserved it alright.” You follow him to the car.

“I did not!” he argues.

“Telling your best friend’s crush that she likes him is a perfect reason to get a clump of dirt in the mouth.” You hop in and buckle your seatbelt.

“I’ll get you back one day.”

Jeno drives with one hand. The other is always out the window or on the gear shift. You secretly wish his free hand was on your thigh though, and you’ve been thinking that for a couple of years now.

He plops down onto your bed as you put your purse down.

“Why are your covers so soft.” you turn to find him cuddling your duvet.

You laugh and get on the bed next to him. “Let’s watch Shameless.” you grab the remote connected to your Apple TV.

“Fionaa,” he ogles.

“She could be your mom.” you remark, only a little jealous.

“I love me a good milf.” he says, making you laugh.

Your room is dark a little chilly. You’re under the covers now and getting nervous whenever you feel his leg against yours.

Get it together, why are you being weird? This is normal. But is it?

“I don’t get why she’s with him,” he sneers. “I’m so much hotter than Jimmy, don’t you think?” he turns to you.

“I’m not answering that.” you look away and he pokes your side. “Hey!’

“Come on, I’m hotter than him no?” he persists, grabbing at your side.

You slap his hand away. “I’ll kill you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” he sits up and throws the blanket off of you. “I will tickle you.”

You get ready to run away but he grabs you before you get the chance. He throws you down, scratching lightly at your ribs and pinching your sides.

You try to be angry but you can’t help but laugh. “Stop stop stop!’ he doesn’t. “Truce!”

“I’m not stopping until you say I’m hotter than Jimmy!” he climbs onto of you, knees beside your hips. You’re laughing too hard to think about it though.

“Literally everyone is hotter than Jimmy!” You yelp. “Stop it now!”

“Not good enough!” He’s still going. You can feel your shirt starting to shimmy up.

“Fine, fine! You’re hotter than Jimmy!” You exhale when he stops.

“See how easy that was?” he smiles, still on top of you. His cheeky smile fades though, and soon you’re both sitting there in silence. Your shirt is hiked up high enough to see the bottom of your bra.

You’re trying to think of something to say when he leans down and kisses you. A long, soft kiss. His hands are warm on either side of your face.

You’re too shocked to move.

He pulls away quickly. “Shit, sorry. I-” he stops. “Sorry.

He’s about to get off when you grab him and crash your lips against his. He catches himself and melts into the kiss, his hand finding your bare waist.

You pull away from him, breathing embarrassing heavily.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” he says softly.

You frown. “You’re so corny.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really have to ruin every moment huh?”

“This isn’t a moment,” you argue.

He cocks and eyebrow. “You sure? I’m on top of you and you’re half-naked.”

You tug your shirt back down. “I am not.” He pouts. “See, you just lost torso privileges.”

He groans. “So bossy.” then dips back down to kiss you.

You’ve made out with people before, but with him it just feels so different. Maybe it’s because you’ve wanted it for so long. He smells like Prada and his lips are like velvet.

He kisses hungrily. To be honest, most boys do, but it doesn’t feel like he’s starving, it feels like he’s savoring you.

He pulls away and goes for your neck, kissing you like you’re made of glass.

You slither your fingers underneath his hoodie. “Take it off.” you say and he complies, throwing the garment on your bedroom floor.

You flip him over onto his back, desperate to get a taste of his skin.

You trace every bone and every muscle on his stomach and place tender kisses everywhere you can reach.

He pulls you up, wanting another taste of your mouth. He grips your hips tight and pushes you down onto his hard on, earning a small gasp from you.

You can feel yourself getting worked up, that fire inside of you burning brighter than ever.

You grind down on him and he groans into your mouth.

“Fuck.” he whispers and wraps an arm around your waist and lays you on your back. He pushes your shirt up and plants kisses from your neck all the way to the band of your pants. He looks at you, asking for permission and you nod. He tugs your pants off and throws them to the side. Your knees fall together, trying to cover up.

“Hey.” he chuckles at you. “None of that.”

“I’m shy.” you whine.

He rolls his eyes. “Since when have you been shy?” He spreads your legs open and settles between your thighs.

He kisses the tender skin of your hips and inner thighs. Your heart is thumping in anticipation. His thumb skims over your clothed core and you shiver. He leans down again and you’re ready to feel something but all you get is a kiss on the edge of your underwear. You whine.

“What’s wrong?” he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes at him.

“You’re gonna have to tell me.” he comes up to kiss your neck. “Or I’m just gonna stay here,” he kisses your thigh “and kiss you until you’re begging for me.”

“When did you start to think it’s okay to tease me.” you huff at him.

He bites lightly at your soft skin and you flinch. “Come on,”

You want him so bad it nearly burns, but your ego is getting in the way.

“I know you need this,” he licks a stripe up your thigh, “you’ve been so stressed about school lately. I bet you haven’t gotten off in months.”

Your knees knock back together and he bumps them open. “Come on, when’s the last time you hooked up with someone?”

“Maybe-” you start.

“The last time where someone actually made you finish.” he cuts you off.

That makes you laugh. “December I think?”

His fingers are trailing up and down your clothed core. “That’s way too long ago, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, trying your best to control your breathing. “So do something about it.”

“Only if you ask nicely.” he says.

You swallow your pride with a big gulp. “Please?”

He smirks. “Say it again.”

“Please?” you squirm.

“Please what?” he tugs at your underwear.

“Please… please eat me out.” you say softly and you see him smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he throws your leg over his shoulder and pulls your underwear to the side, like a fucking professional.

He gives you one long, gentle lick and you feel your body relax.

He kisses your thigh again before diving in and running his tongue over your clit in delicious circles. You tug at his hair and you let out a loud whine. You feel him moan against you and you let go of your grip.

“No, no, keep doing that,” he says and you give him a questioning look. “I like it.” he shines you a smile.

He goes back to tasting you and he’s so damn good at it that your eyes roll back. You haven’t felt this good in so long.

He runs his tongue over your clit over and over in waves and soon your legs are starting to tremble.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he smiles. Your thighs start to close but he pushes them up, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

You start to roll your hips onto his tongue and he moans.

You’re so, so close to seeing those stars behind your eyelids when he pulls away.

“The fuck was that for?” you complain and he laughs.

“Why? Were you about to cum?” he snickers. “Do I make you feel that good?”

“Yes,” you admit, “please keep going.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Please? Please I need it.” you beg and you watch his eyes change from teasing to deviant. He smiles and leans back down.

He’s sucking your clit when he slides one finger nice and slow into you. You gasp a little when he pushes up.

“So fucking wet.” he whispers and pushes in another.

He curls his fingers and you whine out loud.

“Fuck yes.” you say.

He turns to look at the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

“What?” you ask.

“You heard me,” he says, still pumping his fingers into you. “Look at yourself, I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

You almost cum just from hearing him say that. Since when was he likes this. This Jeno is so different from the Jeno you usually know, but this alter ego makes everything so much hotter.

You obey and look at yourself. Spread open and eager for him, taking his fingers as you should.

“Feel nice?” he comes up to give you a kiss, you can taste your juices on him, syrupy and cloying.

You nod and look into his eyes, he slaps your cheek lightly. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” You listen and he starts to drive his fingers into you harder.

“Fuck!” you grab his wrist. “Don’t stop.”

He leans down again to get another taste of you when you start to shake.

You watch your face contort from all the pleasure when finally, you’re shot into the clouds and you’re touching the fucking moon.

Jeno kisses you again. You crave him so bad, you want him inside of you and not just because you know it’ll feel damn good, but because you want to be connected.

“Fuck me now.” you say softly.

“Really?” he asks, smiling. So bipolar. “Do you have a condom?”

You roll your eyes and reach over to your nightstand to dig through the drawer for a condom.

He tugs his sweats down and strokes his length before rolling the condom on.

He’s hard as a fucking rock and you point it out.

“I can’t help it. Nearly everything you do makes me hard, how do you expect me to react when you’re cumming on my face.” he says while gliding the tip over your pussy.

You hiss. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” he kisses your neck. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“Really really bad.” You look at him pathetically. “Please fuck me,” you say. “I want you to fill me up.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “What a good slut. You were a brat for bit but look at you, already learning to be good for me.”

Your body is still zinging from the last orgasm and you nearly cry out when he pushes into you.

“Fuck,” he growls. He’s big, just the perfect amount of big to hit your g spot with every thrust.

“You feel so good.” you whine.

“I bet I do.” he says while fucking you agonizingly slow.

“Faster.” you plead.

“Only because you’ve been good.” he starts to pick up the pace and you grab at his back, digging your nails into the ridges of muscle.

He groans and bites softly at your neck.

How does this feel so fucking good? You think to yourself as the tip of his cock brushes against your spot.

He kisses your collarbone before pounding you, holding the headboard above you for leverage.

You curse loudly and hold onto him as tight as you can.

“Touch yourself.” he tells you and you do as you're told right away.

His cock fucking you deep and your fingers on your clit make your eyes roll back for the hundredth time of the night.

“Do you wanna cum?” he asks.

You nod, desperate for release. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he smiles. “Go on then, cum on this cock.”

His words finally send you over the edge. You have to remind yourself to come back to Earth as you're floating in space.

“Fuck.” he groans into your neck. He takes his hand through his hair and kisses you. “You’re so pretty.”

You blush, then blush even more because you’re blushing just because he called you pretty after fucking you like a pornstar.

He slumps down next to you then pulls your body close to his so that you’re face to face.

“Was I okay?” he asks. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I was so rough.”

You giggle. “No it’s okay, I liked it. Is your back okay?”

He turns his head to try to get a look. “I don’t know,” he flips around to show you. “how does it look?”

Your eyes widen. “Holy shit.” You touch the streaks of red going from his shoulder blades to his lower back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Is it bad?” he laughs. “Take a picture, I wanna see.”

You reach at your nightstand for your phone and snap a picture.

“Don’t kill me.” you wince as you hand him your phone.

He takes it and laughs. “Holy fuck. Guess I was dicking you down good.” he smirks at you and you punch his arm. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think I was doing it that hard.” you say, a little embarrassed.

“Nah, I think it’s hot. I can’t wait to show Jaemin.”

You punch him again. “Don’t you dare. He’s gonna think I’m a fucking psycho!”

#nct #nct smut #jeno smut

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Just What I Need

Summary; Working in a coffee shop you meet all sorts of people, but one customer in particular is always friendly, a local Detective from the nearby precinct. When one night he orders through a delivery service rather than in store, you get more than a tip when you make the delivery.

Fandom; Nomis (Night Hunter) Movie, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x Female Reader (no race or size specified)

Trope: Coffee Shop Meet Cute

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Flirting, Masturbation (male), Oral Sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Snowstorms.

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A/N: I am considering expanding this story, depending if people like it and want me to? Let me know! <3

Just What I Need

Running the steam through the coffee machine you wiped the nozzle and smiled, there were just fifteen minutes until closing and the coffee shop you worked at was all but abandoned. Just your manager in the back counting the cash takings, and you were getting ready to box up the remaining muffins and cookies for the homeless shelter volunteer to collect dead on closing time.

You didn’t mind working the late shift, in fact you preferred it over the early shift opening up at 7am. The 7am crowd were grumpy, rude and always in a rush. The 7pm customers were tired, quiet, and always thankful for whatever caffeinated delights you provided them with.

The bell over the door rang as it opened and you looked up over the cups that were stacked on top of the machine, smiling at you saw the weary familiar face coming towards you;

“Good Evening Detective” you smiled as the beast of a man stood at the counter. His face softened as he saw you, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.

“Hey… Sorry I’m in so late… you’re still open, right?”

You glanced at the clock;

“Another ten minutes. What can i get you?”

You watched as he cast his gaze up to the handwritten chalkboard menu’s above the counter;

“You got any Chilli left?”

“Sure, a couple of pots in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?”

He paused for a moment, as if trying to process the most technical question through his tired mind;

“No… yes… urghhh…” he took a deep breath; “Yeah… if you wouldn’t mind. I’m so fuckin’ tired i think I’d burn my apartment down if i tried to use the stove”

“Sure thing” you said with a smile as you got to work.

You made small talk as you prepared his order, pulling out the sides and condiments that came with the Chilli meal;

“Hey, you want a free muffin?”

“I’m not really into sweet things this late at night… what flavours you got?”

“How about an Apple Cinnamon? It’ll last overnight and still be fresh enough for breakfast”

The Detective smiled and nodded, pulling his wallet out as you finished bagging his order and rang it through for him, paying before you handed the bag to him;

“Have a good evening Detective”

As he turned he smiled at you;

“Call me Walter”

Three days later and you were on the late shift again. Again it was quiet, just the soft sound of tyres driving through slushy snow outside the only noise since around 6pm as just a couple of customers nursed steaming mugs of coffee from their window seats. You saw the big silver truck pull up in the space outside the coffeeshop and smiled, there was only one customer that drove a truck that huge and if you were being honest with yourself you were developing quite a crush on the curly haired Detective.

The moment he walked through the door you were smiling at him;

“Detective” you greeted him happily

“Didn’t i say to call me Walter last time i was here?”

“I like Detective, has a nice authority ring to it” you said with a wink; “What can i get you tonight?”

He paused for a moment, and as you reached for a notepad to jot down his order you missed the slight eyebrow raise and smirk at what you’d said before he cleared his throat;

“What have you got that i can eat in my office without facing the wrath of my Lieutenant for making the department stink?” he said with a grin as he leaned on the counter.

“I got Mozzarella and Pesto Subs? Tuna Melt?”

“Tuna is a no. The case isn’t going well, no fish. Gimme two Mozzarella Subs, and the largest black coffee you do”

“Sure thing. I’ll put a fresh pot on and get those sub’s on the press”

As you started to prepare his order his phone rang, and you couldn’t help but to listen in;

“... i’ll be like five minutes, i ain’t eaten all day… yeah ok… i’ll grab a box…”

He hung up and nodded to the cakes;

“Can i get a dozen muffins to go too? Got some grunts that are jealous that i got to escape the paperwork…”

“Sure thing”

Loading a box you picked what you knew were the best flavours and the freshest bakes;

“You know, we’re on Uber Eats. As much as its nice to see a friendly face, we can deliver to the Precinct”

“I… I have no idea what that is…”

“Its a food delivery app. Here, give me your phone…”

He unlocked it and set it down and rested his elbows on the counter as he watched;

“You go to the app store and just download it. Put in your location and it’ll bring up nearby eateries and you can search for us. It has all the standard menu on. Save your card details or link it to paypal, and its super easy, it even keeps you updated when the order is being prepared or its out for delivery”

He smiled as you pushed the phone back to him, locking the screen and pushing it back into his tight jeans;

“That’s all well and good, but then i wouldn’t get a chance to see my favourite coffee shop girl now, would i?”

You leaned forward and grinned, keeping your voice low;

“Order between 6.45 and 7pm and i snag the deliveries and do them on my way home”

Walter pushed the key into the lock, opening the door to his apartment and groaning as his body ached from tiredness. He should be elated, they caught the killer, the evidence was logged and couldn’t be disputed… and yet he was tired to his core. He’d been at his desk for longer than he’d been home, and when the Lieutenant had finally ordered him to go him a little after 5pm, it had still taken him the better part of an hour to finish up and leave the building.

Shutting the door behind him he felt his stomach rumble. He didn’t even need to look in the fridge to know it was completely empty, devoid of anything even vaguely edible. Checking his phone he saw that it was a little after 6.30pm and a thought fired across his mind, a smile forming. Fifteen minutes later he’d added far more to his online basket than he ever would have done in store, but for the first time he was able to see exactly what the creations were whereas in the store it was just a big pile of weird looking cakes and bakes. By 6.50pm he’d entered his card details and completed the order, the little update screen stating delivery would be by 7.30pm, just enough time to grab a shower, after all if it was you that would deliver, he should probably shower for the first time in 72 hours having rushed out of the apartment three mornings in a row due to new leads in the case.

The shower was far too enjoyable to rush, and after he’d washed his hair he started on his body, soaping over his chest and stomach before he paid extra attention to his dick. The anticipation of just the possibility of seeing you had him hard in seconds, and resting his head back against the tiled wall he quickly worked his hand over himself. He got lost in the moment, his mind taking him to places it shouldn’t, imagining his hand was yours, thinking about that time he saw you wearing over the over the knee knit socks and a skirt, how your ass was the perfect roundness, how your lips would look stretched around his dick… he came with a groan, thick white ropes falling to the shower floor as every ounce of stress left his body, his body shuddering when he was finally spent.

He was halfway through drying himself when he heard a knock at the door to his apartment, he eyes going wide when he saw it was 7.20pm;

“Fuck!”

He’d gotten carried away in the shower, and now he had to quickly rush to wrap a towel around his waist as a second knock came just as he reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it and seeing you standing on the doorstep shivering in your padded coat, holding two takeout bags;

“Hey! Come in, come in, Jeez its freezing out there…”

Stepping into the apartment you couldn’t help but to look him up and down, attempting to hide your reaction as you could clearly see the distinct outline of something rather large bulging against the fabric of the fluffy white towel;

“Hey D-d-detective… Y-y-yeah it’s d-d-dropping fast out t-t-there… radio s-s-said it was g-g-gonna be a wind chill of minus t-t-twenty nine by eight o’clock… what a n-n-night to have my b-b-bike, huh?” You carefully dropped the two bags onto his coffee table as you spoke.

“You cycled here? On that pedal bike that is always chained up outside the coffee shop?” he asked incredulously, immediately forgetting his current state of undress. Shutting the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest; “You’re gonna stay here until you’re warmed up, i’m gonna make you a hot coffee and to warm you up from the inside too...”

“I ain’t gonna complain to that” you mumbled, your face pressed to his chest as you suddenly melted against him, warming your cheek against his firm muscles before turning your head to warm the other one and he let out a little gasp as your cold hands pressed against his sides.

“I also said for you to call me Walter…” he said quietly.

Pulling your head back you smiled at him;

“Thank you, Walter. You’re the best… though you’re the first delivery i’ve made where i’ve been greeted by someone in just a towel”

“Sorry, let me go put some clothes on…”

You tighten your grip around his waist;

“I wasn’t complaining…”

There was no poignant pause, no longing gazes, his lips met with yours and the kiss was fierce and hungry. He was pushing your coat down your arms and you reluctantly released your hold from his waist to let it drop to the floor, your sweater following soon after. Your lips met again and he was lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hand rested on your ass beneath your skirt as he walked you through the apartment before dropping you on his bed.

He was pulling your boots off your feet as you scrambled up the bed, your hands reaching for your thigh high socks when he suddenly caught your hands in his;

“Leave those on…”

You paused and grinned, before his lips met yours again and he was on top of you, his hands sliding up your skirt and bunching it around your waist as he pressed a trail of open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, before briefly lifting his head enough to pull your panties down your legs and toss them aside.

As he lowered his mouth to your core his gaze was intense, vivid blue shining through the dim light of his bedroom, his tongue pushing through your soaked petals and parting them as his beard brushed against your skin, heightening all of the sensations. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he pulled you closer to his mouth, his tongue pushing into you and he started to fuck you with it whilst his bearded face tickled your clit. You were squealing and struggling to stay still, needing to anchor yourself on something as your hips bucked and your orgasm started to rapidly approach, your hands finding their way to his still wet hair and your fingers wrapping around the dark curls as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still, growling at your taste on his tongue as he felt you shake as your orgasm took over.

When your body had finally stopped shaking Walter pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he sat back on his haunches, licking his lips where he could still taste you on them. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows you grinned at him, your gaze travelling down his thick chest to his stomach, and the trail of hair that led beneath the towel;

“You gonna show me what you’ve got under that towel, Detective?”

“You ready for what i’ve got under this towel darlin’?”

Pushing yourself up to sitting, your legs spread and bent either side of him, you hooked a finger into the towel and tugged, your eyes going wide when you saw his thick meaty cock standing hard and proud between his muscled thighs. Wrapping your hands around it you relished the feel of his silky skin as it moved over the hardness beneath, your mouth against his;

“I need you inside me”

“I… Fuck… this wasn’t planned… i haven’t got any protection…”

“I’m on birth control, I want to feel you bare…”

With a growl he surged forwards, capturing your lips with his own before he pushed you down onto the bed. Holding himself up on one hand he hooked your leg up over his hip, opening you like a winter blossom as he rubbed his dick through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your slick wetness. You whined at the teasing, the way his tip would brush against your hole only to move up to your clit;

“Walter, please… you promised to warm me up from the inside…”

He paused, a smirk on his face;

“You want me to get you a coffee? ‘Cos i can stop…”

“NO, i need your diiiiiiiiii….FUCK!” He’d pushed into you as you were mid sentence, the feeling of his meaty girth splitting your walls wide open overwhelming you and your eyes rolled back in their sockets; “OH MY GOD!”

“You like that Darlin? You feeling warmer now?”

“Please… please fuck me…”

He grinned and shifted his hips, grinding into you;

“Well, as you said please…”

You had been expecting him to pound you into the mattress, you had not been expecting for his technique to start off with sensual rolls of his hips, filling you tenderly and carefully whilst you got used to his size. It was almost overwhelming, completely surrounded as he caged you in with his massive arms, his chest pressed against your own as his hips worked utter magic. He pulled his legs wide apart, shifting to rest on your open hips and he got even deeper. Pressing kisses to your lips and neck he soon had you moaning and begging for release, every push and pull hitting just the right spots and you were almost embarrassingly wet from the arousal but it only added to the sensations.

You could feel yourself coming, the pleasure too much to hold back, and with a long low moan your body betrayed you and succumbed to the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your belly. Walter kept up the same speed of his thrusts but pushed a little harder, a little deeper with each one;

“Can feel you fluttering around me, you gonna cum for me? You look so fucking beautiful all fucked out and wanting, feel so fucking amazing…”

Just as your orgasm was at its peak he tensed and you could feel his cum flooding into you, the twitching of his dick as he filled you with his seed prolonging your high. When you had both finally finished you could feel his weight start to get heavier on top of you, before with a sudden and surprising act of nimble dexterity he rolled the pair of you over so you were laying atop of him, his softening dick slipping out and you felt the trickle of his seed flow out of you. With one massive hand he pulled the duvet across your bodies, and you snuggled up to his chest;

“That was the best tip ever” you giggled; “In fact definitely more than the tip”

At that moment you not only heard but felt his stomach growl, looking up and seeing him grin sheepishly as he spoke;

“I just want you to know this is not how i usually treat food deliveries… do you want something to eat? Or drink?”

Nodding you smiled;

“That'd be nice”

A while later you were cleaned up, Walter having given you one of his massive t-shirts to wear which came to the tops of your thighs. He’d grazed through half the contents of his order as you nibbled on a muffin, having eaten at the coffee shop during a very quiet last hour of your shift. You’d laughed and chatted as the pair of you had eaten on the comfort of Walters couch, before you’d suddenly stopped mid sentence;

“Shit, i left my bike in the lobby… will it be safe there until i go home?”

Walter smiled at you, his hand curling around your thigh;

“Have you heard that weather out there? I’d be surprised if you could even ride it home through three foot of snow…” he paused for a moment; “Stay the night…”

You went to object, decline politely but you caught yourself, why? Why shouldn’t you spend the night? Taking a deep breath you smiled;

“I’d love to”

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Part 2 >>>

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could you do one where the reader was natasha and yelena’s “sibling” when they lived in ohio, and reader was taken by the red room with them, and then when reader was a teenager, they managed to escape, leaving natasha and yelena behind, thinking reader was dead. after they take down the red room, they find the reader and have a sibling's reunion? and could you keep it gender-neutral please?

Castle on the Hill

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/sibling!reader, Yelena Belova/sibling!reader

Description: The reader was Natasha and Yelena's "sibling" when they were undercover in Ohio, and gets taken into the Red Room with them. After escaping as a teenager, the reader stays alone, leaving everyone to believe they are dead until one day, they recieve a call from a familiar voice.

Warning: mentions of the Red Room and the torture they caused, i think that's pretty much it

Word count: 2,002

A/N: i had so much fun writing this omg it seriously made me want to cry! i hope you enjoy it!!

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“Tasha, stop!” I cried, giggling slightly as my sister and her friend chased me through the fields that were located a few blocks away from home.

The fields were my favorite place to play. My older sister Natasha, who was three years older than me, always liked to come to the fields with her friends. A few months ago, I had turned six and mom told me that I was old enough to go play in the fields with Tasha. My younger sister Yelena was only four, so she was still too young to play with us. But that was okay, I still liked to play with her in our backyard. We even had a playground. Tasha had taught me how to do the monkey bars without getting scared, and I passed the skill on to Lena.

Today, I was playing tag with Tasha and her friend. Of course, with them being nine and me only being six, they were a lot faster than me. Being faster than me meant that no matter how fast I ran, they would always catch up to me. Nat reached her hand out and shoved me lightly in the back. However, I wasn’t expecting it, and it caught me off guard, making me stumble a bit. My foot caught on a rock and I went tumbling forward, rolling down a small hill. The smell of grass overcame me as I continued to fall, hearing a sickening crack followed by a blinding pain in my leg. Finally, I came to a stop as I reached the bottom of the hill. I looked down at my leg. It was bent at a weird angle, and the pain was almost unbearable as I started to wail.

“Y/n!” Tasha screamed as she ran down the hill after me. “Are you okay?”

“No,” I cried, grabbing her and burying my head in her shoulder. “My leg really hurts.”

“Okay, hold on, we’re gonna get you home to mom, okay? She’ll know how to make it better,” Tasha reassured me.

I nodded feebly as she helped me up, sitting me in the basket of her friend’s bike before riding back home to get help.

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My eyes shot open, tearing me from my dream. It was rare that I dreamt about my childhood. I had very few memories from that time, and the one I had just dreamt about was one of the most vivid. I broke my leg that day, and it took two months to heal. I remember Yelena being upset because it meant I couldn’t play outside with her for a while. As much as I didn’t like to recall that time in my life, I couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

Amongst my other memories from my childhood, there were things like my first crush—a kid in my kindergarten class—when I was five, the friends that I had made and had to leave behind, and family dinners every night. But what I remembered more than anything else were the fields we always used to play in. In the distance of those fields, there was a huge mansion made from stone, and Natasha and I always used to imagine it was a castle. Whenever the sun was setting, the orange sky made it look like there was a dragon in the castle blowing fire into the air.

Suddenly, I was pulled from my memories by the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at it sketchily. I never gave my phone number out to anybody, so the odds of getting an actual phone call were extremely rare. Against my better judgment, I picked up my phone and answered the call.

“Who are you and how did you get this number?” I asked, trying my best to sound intimidating.

“Y/n?” A voice came through from the other end.

The voice almost sounded familiar, like I had heard it before, but I couldn’t place it.

“I’m not going to ask again,” I said, my fist balling up at my side. “I am not the kind of person you want to piss off.”

“Oh my god, Yelena, it’s them,” the voice spoke, but it sounded far off like the speaker had brought the phone away from their mouth.

Did she just say Yelena?

“Tasha?” I questioned, my voice cracking ever so slightly as realization set in.

“Yeah, it’s me,” She whispered reassuringly. “It’s me.”

I fell speechless, the phone almost dropping from my hand as I moved to wipe away the tears that were already beginning to roll down my face.

Natasha, Yelena, and I were all brought into the Red Room at the same time. Natasha was eleven, I was eight, and poor little Yelena was only six. What we went through was something that no child—or grown adult for that matter—should ever have to go through. I was there for ten years. Ten years of being held prisoner, of being tortured, of being forced to kill.

I was sixteen when I graduated the Red Room. I thought it meant things were over, that I could run as far away as I could and never look back, but I was wrong. The Red Room continued to control me for two years after that, until one day I faked my own death and got out. It killed me inside to know that Lena and Tasha thought I was dead, but I knew I had no future if I stayed. My only regret was that I couldn’t save everyone else.

I distanced myself from the world, afraid of what I had become, what I had done, and what I was capable of. I escaped eleven years ago, and I’ve been alone ever since.

“Y/n, are you there?” Natasha’s voice came through the phone again, drawing me back to reality.

“How did you find me? I’m supposed to be dead.”

“I know a guy,” She responded, and I could practically hear her smirking.

Right. She’s friends with the Stark guy who owns practically the best technology on earth.

“Listen, there’s a lot we need to tell you about, and I think a reunion is in order,” Natasha explained. “We have your location and we’ll be there in an hour. Be ready.”

With that, Natasha ended the call, leaving me alone in silence. Half of my brain told me this wasn’t happening. That wasn’t really Natasha on the phone, it was just some cruel way for the Red Room to find me. But the other half of my brain believed that everything that just happened was real. As much as I wanted to err on the side of caution, the thought of seeing my sisters again made me the happiest I’ve felt since I was a child.

I glanced down at my phone to check the time. Ten minutes had passed since the phone call, giving me about fifty minutes to pack up my things and get ready.

Packing wasn’t hard. I lived a very minimalistic lifestyle, mainly due to the fact that I didn’t have a proper job, and I was always ready to run at a moment’s notice if I ever caught wind of the Red Room near me.

I finished packing and proceeded to pace the floor until the hour was up and I heard a knock at my door. Deciding that I could never be too cautious, I grabbed my handgun and checked that it was loaded before pointing it at the ground and approaching the door.

“Who’s there?” I called.

“It’s us. It’s Natasha and Yelena,” A voice with a thick Russian accent called back.

Yelena.

“Prove it,” I said again, still keeping my guard up. “Tell me something that only you two would know.”

There was a moment of silence before someone spoke up. This time, it was Nat.

“When we were little, you would spend almost every summer night catching fireflies because I told you they could grant wishes. When you found out they couldn’t, you were so mad, you didn’t talk to me for a week.”

I smiled slightly at the memory. Turning the gun’s safety on, I tucked it into my waistband and opened the door, staring face-to-face with my sisters for the first time in over two decades. Almost immediately, the two of them embraced me in a tight hug, and I never wanted to let go.

“So, what did you need to tell me?” I asked once we all pulled away from the hug.

“We’ll tell you in the car. We have to get going though, we have a long journey ahead of us,” Nat told me.

“Where are we going?” I questioned.

“Home.”

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Natasha and Yelena explained everything to me. About how they teamed up, about how they killed Dreykov, and about how the Red Room was finally gone.

“So, the other widows, are they safe?” I questioned, processing everything they had just told me.

“Yes,” Yelena answered from the passenger seat, turning around to face me in the back. “There is no one controlling them anymore, and we are currently working toward undoing all of the mind control the Red Room created.”

“I can’t believe you guys took down the Red Room without me!” I exclaimed, crossing my arms. “I would’ve loved to help.”

“Y/n, we thought you were dead!” Nat tried to reason, but I wouldn’t listen.

I wasn’t seriously angry with her, and she knew that. Teasing each other was something we did all the time as kids.

“You can’t be mad at us,” Yelena raised her hands in mock defense. “We literally just saved so many lives.”

I continued to cross my arms, ignoring them both.

“C’mon, y/n, talk to us,” Nat glanced back at me through her mirror as she drove.

Still, I said nothing. I was extremely stubborn as a child, and I guess somethings never change.

“I’ve got an idea,” Lena whispered to Nat.

“February made me shiver,” Yelena started singing. “With every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step.”

“I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride,” Nat joined in. “But something touched me deep inside. The day the music died.”

The two of them went quiet and I knew they were expecting me to sing the next part. Yelena looked back at me, and eventually, I caved.

“So bye-bye, Miss American Pie,” I sang slowly, a smile creeping onto my face. “Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. And them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singin’ ‘this’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die…’”

Suddenly, all three of us were singing as loud as we could.

“Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in god above? If the bible tells you so. Now, do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?”

I burst out laughing with glee, causing Yelena and Nat to follow suit. We laughed for what seemed like an eternity, until we were all red in the face and gasping for air.

Trying to catch my breath, I looked out the window just in time to see us speed past a sign that read:

Welcome to Ohio

I continued to stare out the window as I watched the fields fly by. The sun was just beginning to set, and out in the distance, I could see the “castle” that we always used to admire.

Suddenly, I thought back to when we were kids. I was filled with all the memories we made in Ohio, as a family. Even though I knew it was all fake, it was real in my head. Melina and Alexei were my parents, and Tasha and Lena were my sisters. Ohio was my home, and nothing anyone said or did could take that away from me.

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