#You are a fuck-up who worships the nail covered ground of someone who did not want to be holy. And even though it hurts-

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"See you tomorrow"

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 4 [prev parts]

[theradiostarr]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

“ marked ”

╰┈➤ in which dazai marks chuuya up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dazai was smart, this much Chuuya knew.

He knew the bandaged bastard had done it on purpose.

His comfortable black choker did little to hide the purple blooming under his skin, spreading beneath its leather with such meticulous placement that the red head could not cover it up easily.

Sighing, Chuuya took a long drawl of his cigarette, feeling the ash scorch his lungs. No, Dazai did not do this as a show of possession, he had done it to torture him. This the man was sure of.

Dazai did not care for shame. Chuuya was a man of dignity, always making sure his hair was clean and nails trimmed, coat ironed professionally, but his partner, alas, took every opportunity available to ruin him.

Each passing glance at a mirror, a shop window, a perfectly shined glass, immediately sent a wave of heat to his groin.

‘That damn mark.’

It only acted as proof of last night's endeavors, the picture of Dazai sprawled out so nicely beneath him, so pliant and behaved, it was enough to make Chuuya’s mouth water with want.

He had to deal with this all day, along with the odd snarky comment from Tachihara. It was painful having to sit through meeting after meeting, sort through paperwork, train the lower ranks and brief future missions with the annoying beanpole on his mind. It was infuriating, but at last, Chuuya thought it was over once he stepped out of the elevator.

Until he stepped foot in his apartment.

“Chuuuuuya!”

Chuuya wanted to slam his head against a wall.

What could possibly be worse than thinking of Dazai all day? Oh, I know-

“Welcome home, Chibi~”

-Dazai overstaying his welcome.

“I thought you said you were fucking leaving.” Chuuya cursed, rubbing his temples as if the man had manifested him a premature headache.

“I was, but then I thought about how lonely and miserable Chuuya would be without me, so I begrudgingly stayed.”

‘Begrudgingly’ wouldn’t be the correct term, there, in Chuuya’s lounge room, sat Dazai. Perched happily on the couch with some reality TV show playing quietly, Chuuya could also see he’d welcomed himself to the pantry, dirty dishes wasting in the sink. He’d strangle Dazai later.

Because what Chuuya also noticed was Dazai adorning one of his stupid oversized sweaters, which hung stupidly over his shoulder. The smug bastard smiled innocently as Chuuya’s eyes roamed over the blossoming marks where his bandages didn’t reach.

Every inch of skin that the man graciously let the world see had been littered with bites and bruises, in a silent worship. Chuuya couldn’t help it, art was meant to be admired.

“What’s wrong Chibi, cat got your tongue?”

Dazai knew what he was doing when he stuck his tongue out at Chuuya, winking suggestively at the petite mafioso who was surely losing his composure.

“You insatiable bastard” He murmured, stepping closer until he was toe to toe with the sitting man. Gripping his chin tightly he forced Dazai to look up at him, who held his gaze proudly.

“You’re pretty talkative for someone who was on his knees last night.” Chuuya had little resolve, the taunting only fueling his thoughts that have been plaguing him all day. It was truly an honor to see such a smart and composed man such as Dazai reduced to nothing but a whining mess. An honor reserved for Chuuya alone.

“Chuuya likes it.” Dazai nuzzled his face into said man’s palm, rubbing his cheek affectionately. Chuuya almost softened at the display, until teeth sank into his gloved hand and a hand gripped his arm tightly, pulling the smaller man into his lap.

Chuuya could’ve easily stood his ground, but he found that hard to do with Dazai.

Dazai desperately sought to be as close as possible to Chuuya with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Resting his hands on the taller man's chest, Chuuya indulged him a little by connecting their lips desperately and nipping at his bottom lip, drawing a low whine from the other's throat.

Dazai jolted when Chuuya’s warm hands reached the cold skin under his sweater, exploring every inch from his hipbone to his chest. He purposely avoided each sensitive spot that gave Dazai exactly what he wanted, making him squirm.

“Stop teasing” he pouted, bucking his hips up slightly, seeking that friction he was beginning to crave.

“But Dazai likes it” Chuuya mocked, pinning his hips down and preventing him from moving.

“And Dazai is the one who made my day extremely long, so he’s just going to have to shut up and be a good boy for me now.”

[lolabangtan]

STAY | 12

Right when you finally get to fuck Jungkook, the world seems willing anything to get in your way.

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Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, horny people.

# sub!Jungkook, edging, dry humping, dirty talking, protected vaginal sex, soft dom!reader, body worshipping, hair pulling, begging, nipple play, noona kink, whiny Kook again 😭, kinda inexperienced!Jungkook, kisses and smooches, romantic sex, praise kink.

A/N: I added a jelly scene to quench your thirsts. Also, there’s a Paul Rudd and a Parks and Recreation reference, can you spot it?

Something soft and warm presses against his cheek. It feels wet, but not exactly damp – rather moisty, at most. And so, so warm, his stomach clenches when it moves down to his lips and chin, peppering caresses. Nails raking through his hair, he lets out a pleased groan, still sunk into a drowsy state.

“Noona…”

Your chuckle vibrates against the skin of his neck. “Yes, baby?”

Jungkook finally manages to open his eyes; your warm presence behind him lets him know it’s you, but he kind of could recognise your strokes, the sweetness of your ministrations.

You fell asleep on the couch at some point before the movie even ended. The blanket still covers the both of you, shielding the mess in his pants of which he becomes annoyingly aware the second he tries to stir on the furniture. Taehyung’s snores come from the other couch, and someone you recognise as Namjoon is asleep on the floor, making you chuckle.

“Good morning,” he mumbles, trying to turn over to face you, and you smile with your chest pumped up in joy. “Did you, uh, sleep well?”

He looks so endearing right now, with his hair all dishevelled after a good sleep, eyes still half-hooded as they try to get used to the light. You’ve tasted Jungkook, and now you don’t think you can help yourself.

“A-ah, hm, I—” Jungkook closes his eyes when you throw yourself onto his neck, ready to kiss and peck and nibble and bite to your heart’s content. His hands travel to your waist in an attempt to ground himself, fearing he’ll fly away and change dimensions as you leave blossoming marks all over the skin of his neck.

“You’re delicious, bunny, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough—”

You cut yourself off to free your mouth; no need to waste it with useless babbling when you may as well be kissing him.

But he doesn’t chase your lips when you pull back; instead, Jungkook stares up at you with those eyes that you love so much, a soft smile on his lips. His thumb moves to stroke your cheek, brushing a rebellious strand of hair out of your face, and something inside of you shivers.

There’s so much adoration on his fingertips.

And then he just bursts out in laughter, clear and coming from the heart, the kind of laugh that makes him shut his eyes and scrunch his nose. Suddenly, a heavy weight falls off your shoulders, off your belly, down your throat to the pit of your stomach, where it dies and is pushed out back as a laugh. You feel light as a feather, ready to take the entire world between your arms.

Jungkook is still giggling when he says, “Look at us, who would’ve thought?” You shake your head. “Not me…”

Then he finally nuzzles your neck, chest pushing yours. Jungkook feels warm to the touch over his clothes, earthy and cosy and mellow, cuddling you with his soft cheek pressed against your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, and he melts into you.

You stay in silence for a couple of minutes, your nails raking through his hair as his warmth seeps into you; like a charger, it soothes something inside of you, something that was exhausted and has finally got the chance to close its eyes. That is before an annoyingly loud slurping breaks the quiet.

“Hey, are you awake?” You reluctantly open your eyes to see Ari standing in front of the couch, sipping one of your mixed juice bricks. “I’m hungry, want food, need nutrients.”

“We’re still asleep,” Jungkook murmurs, burying his face between your boobs.

Then Ari tilts her head, staring at the two of you with a smitten smile – until it turns into a frown, and she kicks Jungkook in the butt out of the blue.

“Ouch—!”

“You!” she cuts him off with a bark. “I’m happy to see you’ve made up, but I swear, if you ever hurt her again, you jerk, I’ll make your ass my kicking bag! Do you even know she literally sobbed her face off—?”

Your face lights up in embarrassment, and you throw a cushion at her – which she proficiently dodges. “Shut the fuck up! God—” But you meet Jungkook’s eyes in an attempt to avoid any visual contact, and he’s smiling up at you. “D-don’t listen to her, I didn’t cry or anything—” And then his arms tighten around you before he leaves a kiss on your shoulder, still not uttering a word.

“I’ll be waiting for my breakfast, peasants,” Ari lets out before vanishing into your room.

Alone again, you feel Jungkook squeeze you tighter. His hot breath hits your neck, tickling you. Amidst the newly returned silence, his closeness is healing. You could perfectly go back to sleep.

Until he whines, “Noona…”

“Yes?”

“I…” There’s a precious, adorable pout on his lips as Jungkook looks up at you. “I need to get changed— I feel so weird down there.”

Oh, true. Last night you jerked him off over his underwear until he came all over himself – you had nearly forgotten, uh – so, leaning on your elbow to straighten up, you lift the blanket to the height of his hips and see that the mess is indeed still there. It didn’t disappear overnight.

“Oh, no, bunny,” you say with faked shock, “look!”

Jungkook’s blush worsens, and he looks both mortified and turned on.

But you don’t tease him further. Instead, you wrap the blanket around his hips and rush him into the bathroom before everyone else wakes up, telling him to wait for you there. Then you get up, rub your eyes, and head to your bedroom to fetch clean clothes to change into. You spot a half-naked Jimin snoring in your bed, a sight that quickly makes you roll your eyes – and consider going for a change of sheets as well.

Once you’re done, you come back and knock at the bathroom door. “It’s me, can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

His voice comes out muffled by the shower, but it ceases as you walk in and close the door behind you; Jungkook is already wrapping a towel around his hips when you leave the neatly folded pile of clothes next to the sink.

“That was more than a quick shower.”

“It’s early, so the water’s still freezing,” he replies as he steps out of the tray, but you’re too busy eyeing him up and down. “Like what you see, noona?”

Huh, a couple of kisses and a hand job – and he’s this cocky already.

You cock an eyebrow and flash a smirk at him. “I’d like it even better if I could see the whole thing.”

Jungkook’s fingers subconsciously brush the flimsy knot of his towel, almost as if giving it a thought, but then he grins again. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts, blood running through his veins and making him dizzy with excitement. You’re always a box of surprises, he never knows what kind of treat he’ll get from your reactions.

Only that you drive him crazy.

“So,” he begins, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he supposedly tries to fold it, “you had a crush on me, noona? That���s embarrassing.”

At your silence, he carelessly drops the garment on the counter to corner you with his arms. Leaning in, his lips leave a weightless kiss on your chin, moving up to one cheek and then the other. You, however, remain relentlessly silent, merely watching. Your eyes on him send shivers down his spine.

It’s not until he kisses your neck with his frozen lips, his cold hands sneaking under your shirt, that you react, fleeing from the freezing contact; his palms might warm up at your expense, but you make your hand slither all the way up to his nape to make him look up.

“You know, Jungkook” – his name leaving your lips in that firm, warning tone of yours is as thrilling as he thought it’d be – “that this will have consequences, don’t you?”

And he melts into you at your words. “Shit, I hope so.”

With a jerky tug, you bring him up to your lips for a hard kiss. Teeth nibbling his lip before they move to the side to explore his jaw and neck, Jungkook shudders and moves his arms off the counter to hug you instead, seeking a firmer hold. A desperate whimper leaves him when you brush your lips together, barely touching and breathing his air, just to suck on his tongue again.

“Noona, fuck, n-noona,” he gasps into your mouth, “touch me, please—”

You sink your teeth into his shoulder. “You’re always so needy, bunny… I’m sure you’d get hard just with my kisses, huh?”

As if trying to prove your words to be true, Jungkook’s hips buck onto your tummy, the tent under the towel already visible. Your eager boy, he’s so precious, so reactive to your touch, so vocal— he drives you fucking crazy.

“And yet you were teasing me just a minute ago,” you grunt in his ear as you fiddle with the knot.

Jungkook lets go of your swollen lips to stare at you, pupils twinkling in pure adoration. His hands cup your cheeks to lean in for another kiss, this time softer, as his body melts into yours. I’m sorry, noona, you hear come out of them, the tone almost mockingly innocent. He knows perfectly well what he was doing, and he’s going to learn his lesson – by hook or by crook. You’re just not too sure which one he will like better.

“Do you think I didn’t know you had a crush on me too, baby?” you ask with a grin, and Jungkook blushes instantly. “So dirty, getting the hots for your roommate— was it a fantasy of yours?”

All guys fantasise about screwing their flatmate. Ari’s voice sounds faded in the distance.

“N-no, it— it wasn’t like that,” he blurts out.

With his eyes wide open in mortified panic, you know you’ve unveiled a dirty secret of his. Maybe it wasn’t so from the very beginning – and you will never know, probably – but judging by the way his voice has gone high-pitched, you can tell there is at least some truth in it.

“Did you ever spy on me in the shower or something?” you tease him.

“No!” he rushes to say. “I’d never do that!”

“Really? You never wanted to know how I’d look completely naked, dripping under the running water?” Jungkook goes tense against you, gripping the counter edge instead; touching you isn’t exactly the best idea right now that he’s fighting the urge to hump you like a dog. “Maybe I’ve even touched myself thinking about the cute bunny I share a flat with—”

He looks up at you astonished.

“You… have?”

A bit embarrassed but completely turned on, you whisper to his ear, “A couple of times, yeah.”

His cock twitches, covered by the thick towel and otherwise pressed against your navel. You can’t see it, but it’s leaking so much, dripping precum, smearing it against the fabric.

“Sit down,” you grunt, pushing him away. Jungkook stumbles back until his ass is seated on the toilet, and you straddle his lap without pulling your lips away from his. “That’s it, good boy…” He shudders between your arms and kisses you back – or tries to. “So hard and ready, aren’t you? Could just throw away this stupid towel and fucking milk you dry.”

As if trying to prove your words, you roll your hips down against his bulge. The friction makes him mewl, twist his neck to the side, and grab your waist to ground himself. Your faces grow hot simultaneously as the tension coils in your stomachs.

“This— this is exactly what I’d think about, bunny,” you pant against his lips, fingers tugging at his wet hair. “Fucking myself with a toy, thinking it was you—”

He’s gritting his teeth, you’re afraid he might hurt himself. “Fuck! God, noona, n-noona!”

Jungkook’s practically crying out for you by now.

“I-I could hear you,” he then whispers, breathless and overwhelmed by the growing pleasure in his stomach, making him curl his toes. “Every time you did, I could hear you. And— and I couldn’t help— fuck, noona, sorry, but I-I couldn’t…”

Your face is burning, hot blood running through your veins, pumped up by lust. “You couldn’t help what?”

“I couldn’t help p-playing with myself—”

“Oh” – you let out a moan of pure arousal, shoving your hips harder and faster against his clothed cock – “fucking hell, bunny, I’m gonna fuck you right here, fuck your pretty cock until—”

You suddenly hear a thud, heavy steps stampeding your way, and someone starts banging on the door, chanting, “WE! DEMAND! BREAKFAST!” It’s Ari’s voice. Jungkook pulls away from you, ignoring the tears already rolling down his cheeks; just one more minute and he’ll be coming against the fabric of the towel. “Come out!”

“We’ll finish this later,” you whisper in his ear after you groan, totally annoyed that your stupid friends ruined the mood. “One fucking second, we’re coming!”

“Jungkook sure is— ouch!”

Ignoring Jungkook’s grimace of horror as his cheeks turn red, embarrassed by the fact that he was loud enough for them to hear. But then you lean in for a kiss that feels as tender as it could get, and your soft hands cupping his face manage to calm him down.

“I better feed the gremlins before they eat us instead,” you tell him with a smile.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re too far from him to reach, and you walk out so that he can change peacefully.

“So, I told her that she was a bitch for selling me out. How could she! After passing her my notes the— hey! Are you even listening?”

Ari turns to you, arms crossed to show how offended she is that you’re not paying attention to her story. But you don’t even notice that she’s noticed, too busy kissing Jungkook and kneading his waist over his shirt while you wait in line at the coffee shop down the street.

“Uh-huh.” Jimin’s finally back from the restroom. “I think we’ve got some competition, mommy…”

“Order for Y/N!”

At the barista’s call, you finally turn around to fetch your coffee.

Jungkook follows you to the counter even though he hasn’t ordered anything for himself – this might be the last chance he’ll have to be with you until the evening, once you’re back from work and he’s off practice. But then again, he’s meeting Jimin later since he needs his hyung’s help for some assignment, and there’s this party the team has been annoyingly adamant about throwing.

So, of course, Jungkook can’t just stop kissing you, the next hours will be the worst of his life. Besides, you won’t stop reminding him of how well you’ll fuck him as soon as you get the chance.

Your fingers intertwine with his on your way out.

“Don’t we have time for a little nap on the lawn?” Ari asks, walking ahead of you with Jimin, as she turns around to the two of you. “I don’t wanna rush the coffee down my throat. And we’ve got Wang now; she’s always late!”

“I’ll drop Jungkook at his class and go straight to Wang’s,” you reply, coffee already half-vanished from your cup.

You leave your friends behind and head to the main building. His fingers are still locked with yours, hot and a bit sweaty due to the early summer heat. But you don’t really care, because holding hands never felt so good – even if your mind is clouded by thoughts of him naked and whimpering underneath you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you walk down the hall.

He noticed you were engrossed in your thoughts. Most times he wouldn’t even bother to ask, knowing he’s not one to inquire someone as to why they’re zoning out, but Jungkook did feel the way your grip on him tightened.

But you only chuckle, tilting your chin with a playful grin. “Oh, you’ll need more than that. A penny and an ID, at least.”

“Ah…” Jungkook tries to fight a smile. “But we’re in public, noona…”

“That didn’t stop me last night, did it?”

The two of you stop in front of the door of his lecture hall; there’s a wave of students mindlessly walking past you, chatting, laughing, cheered up by the so-awaited nice weather. It’s sunny out, beams of white light coming through the high windows into the busy halls. Summer’s coming and everyone is starting to feel it in their bodies.

He lets go of you, wiping his hand on his pants. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit too sweaty—” And someone bumps into his back mid-sentence, apologising immediately as it pushes Jungkook against you. “Soobin-ah! Watch where you’re going, I almost crushed—”

“Noona!” the boy chirps. “I didn’t see you.”

“Hi there.”

“Hm, one of the team’s hyungs is throwing a party tonight, are you coming?” Jungkook frowns, eyes continuously shifting from you to his teammate as he tries to process the scene. “Last one was a fail.”

“Yeah, we’re totally coming.”

Soobin’s eyes darken as he notices the presence of your boyfriend. “Ah, hey. Didn’t know you were there. Um, so you two are still together, noona? I heard around you had broken up. Cool to know you haven’t, though!” That’s the last straw for Jungkook; he pouts and looks at you to understand why you’re being so cool about this. He’s literally hitting on you, and you’re answering so casually to his offensive questions. “Yeah, so… see you around?”

You wave your hand at Soobin to say goodbye, watching him go back to his friends, who were waiting for him a few feet away, and vanish down the corridor.

“Noona!” Jungkook whines as soon as his enemy is gone.

“Yeah, bunny?”

Yeah, bunny? Is that all you’ve got to say? But you notice that this little conversation with Soobin upset him, so you circle him and cup his cheeks, leaning in for a kiss. Jungkook is a bit stubborn at first to give in, but he loves your kisses too much.

“You don’t ever need to get jealous, baby,” you whisper against his lips, nails raking through his hair. “You’re all I want.”

Maybe you uttered those words without much thought, looking only to comfort him – but it lights something up in his guts, something that is so warm it sends shivers down to his toes and up to his spine. A feeling of belonging is all Jungkook has ever wanted. And he found it within your arms.

Just the thought that he might lose you to someone else drives him crazy.

“I mean it,” you repeat as if you knew he’s sulking about it. Your hands find his cheeks, and you pull Jungkook down for a tender kiss, merely a brush of lips against each other. “You don’t know how happy I am that my stupid car broke down.”

And maybe it was that you finally addressed the topic he had been so much dreading to even think about; the bet, the fact that you’re not truly dating, how blurred the lines of your relationship would be from now on – but he kisses you deeper, breathing heavily through his nose, and crumbles down against your shoulders in a tight hug.

“Oh, no, baby— don’t cry!”

You can’t help letting out a small laugh, rather from surprise than from finding it actually amusing. Placing a kiss on the crown of his head, you let him melt into your arms for a bit longer.

His professor walks past you to walk into the classroom, glancing at you. “Kookie, you should go in or you’ll be late.”

“Don’t wanna,” he lets out against your shoulder, voice muffled.

“You are such a big baby!” Your giggles, which are now genuine, make him shake over you, and Jungkook looks up with his eyes still a bit teary. A twinkle of curiosity kindles in them when you press your lips against his ear. “Be good and noona will treat you very well tonight.”

The only thing that delays his entry into the classroom is the string of desperate kisses that Jungkook leaves on your lips between ‘thank you’s and sweet nothings.

The rest of the day passes terribly slowly. You only meet Ari in one of your last classes, and you don’t even get a chance to sit together; when you arrive, there are only a couple of empty seats scattered around the classroom.

After a long hour of listening to Mass Persuasion and Propaganda, you walk back to the quad.

“What time do you go to work?” she asks you as she puts on her sunglasses. “We could meet at your place when you’re back to get ready for Chan’s party.”

“Sure,” you murmur.

Your phone buzzes, and you take it out to see it’s a text from Jungkook:

[Thursday, 2:08 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: Missing you noona 😢

“So…” You were probably staring down at your phone and smiling like an idiot because Ari is smugly putting her arm around your shoulders. “Jungkookie and you made up, huh? Can’t say I’m not happy— but is it for good this time?”

Your smile widens. “I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”

She’s happy for you, radiant; she had wanted to see you like this for so long, loves that you’re excited and passionate about things again. It’s not all because of Jungkook, Ari does understand that, but he’s played a key role. And she’s not happy just because you’re back at sharing your feelings with her, she’s also glad that you’re… embracing them.

In some way, you’re healing. It feels like she can breathe again.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Me too, bunny.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Can’t wait to see you tonight ❤️❤️

[Thursday, 2:11 PM] You: So, behave.

You turn off the screen of your phone, too jittery to wait for a response; your body is bubbling up with hormones, it’d be just like pointlessly putting it to torture.

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😳

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😏

Okay, you swear you’ll put your phone down for good this time. It’s just so hard to resist the urge to keep texting him through his way to practice – and tease him endlessly telling him what you’ll do to him as soon as you’re alone.

Jesus, you are thirsty.

Although you try to say goodbye to Ari, she decides that she will drive you to work as Jungkook needs his car to get home afterwards. You agree, as you’d rather not spend so much money on cabs, and you just spend the whole commute singing off-key and making references to videos that only the two of you find funny.

Honestly, your shift could have gone by a bit quicker, but you know you’re to blame for that; daydreaming about tonight as the club is pretty much empty isn’t really the best way to focus on work.

After five and a half long hours, your relief shift arrives. You get changed back into your normal clothes in the blink of an eye, and you run so as not to miss the bus home. You hate the deprecated bus line in the city, but this time you have no choice, and you don’t have the time to walk home either.

By the time you get home, Ari’s sitting next to your building’s doorway, mindlessly scrolling down her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I thought you got kidnapped, what took you so long?”

You shrug as you take out your keys. “I missed the bus, and the next one took fifteen minutes. And it’s still technically rush hour.”

“Jeez,” she lets out, “you need your car back ASAP.”

“No, I just need Jungkook’s!” you whine instead and open the door. You let her walk in first so that you can close it behind you, and Ari takes off her jacket and drops her purse on the couch. “It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages.”

Ari smiles fondly at you. “Sometimes it just feels like that, doesn’t it? Like a lifetime isn’t enough.”

The two of you head to your room; Jungkook hasn’t really moved out completely, and the few things he took out during his ghosting days were put back in your room this very morning. ‘For the sake of conveniency’, he said, but you know he’s just as eager as you are to just get close together. Not that you’re complaining – sharing a room and a bed definitely has its perks.

You’re just yet to find out, ugh.

“Okay!” Ari suddenly comes back with two beers. “So, it’s time to decide what we’ll wear. I’m pretty confident about my choice, though.”

Getting for a party used to be one of your favourite things to do in the whole world; picking the outfit, the overall vibe, the makeup, singing and laughing with your friends, having a drink or two to get pumped up. Now, maybe you’ve come back to being rather fond of it.

Six beers, three half-failed outfits, and many giggles later, you’re ready to go; it’s half-past nine, so Taehyung will be on his way already to pick you up. Chan’s throwing the party at his father’s, where you’ll have the freedom to make as much noise as you feel like. It does sound promising, and you can’t deny you’re excited.

At Tae’s text, you come down, and you arrive at the house not long after.

The muffled music vibrates across the walls and windows, beams of coloured light peeking through the glass. You can hear the chaotic mix of voices, singing or screaming, as you walk in.

“I’m gonna go and look for the others!” Taehyung says to your ear, and you nod. “You could get some drinks!”

Nodding your head, Ari and you head hand-to-hand to one of the tables while he disappears into the dancing crowd. Once you spot a bunch of bottles, she makes a silly happy dance, and you get on with the drinks, chuckling softly at her antics.

“God, I wanna dance!” Ari groans.

With a drink secured between your fingers, she drags you to the mass of people, already moving her body to the song blasting. You follow her without a single thought in your head, and your body kind of imitates her; the music’s too good, and you’re in a good mood, so you can’t help but dance along with her. This is the first time in a while that being surrounded by strangers feels encouraging and not like a nightmare.

The two of you keep shifting from dancing to getting another drink for an hour or so. Some people you know passed by and said hello, complimented your outfit, and said you should hang out sometime. Even Chan drops by at some point on his way to the bathroom.

“Shouldn’t Tae have found the guys by now?” you suddenly ask Ari when the host leaves.

But she just shrugs. “Am I not enough, babygurl?” she whines then, pouting. You don’t listen, though, because someone precious has entered your view; your eyes fix on Jungkook, standing with a cup in his hand as he quietly listens to one of Jimin’s rants. A soft smile appears on your lips. “— sounds like fun, huh?”

“Uh?” You raise your head. “Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”

Ari crosses her arms and frowns.

“I was just saying— I saw Soobin and some other guys from the swim club playing King’s cup. We could join them!”

“King’s cup…? Sure.”

Yes, you want to be with Jungkook, but it probably is for the best to let him be on his own for now, let him be with his friends and get used to the party at his own pace. You know things like this overwhelm him easily, so you’ll go and pester him with cuddles and kisses once he’s comfortable.

Soobin’s eyes light up when the two of you approach the group. When he makes room for you next to him, they restart the game, and you wait until it’s your turn to pick up a card. After a while, the common cup gets filled three times, and of course, you pick up the fourth king.

“Ha? No way I’m drinking that!” you cry out. Soobin laughs a bit too loudly, but your pout eventually encourages him to drink it for you. “What are you—? Oh my God, Soobin!” Everyone bursts out in laughter, either because of your complaints or because of his face when he drank it. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

But you’re laughing too, you really can’t help it – the poor boy made the biggest face of disgust you’ve ever seen. Naturally, it was a mix of heavily charged drinks with different sodas.

It probably tasted like shit.

You rub his shoulder to comfort him. “You didn’t have to do that for me, really! I could’ve handled it—”

“But I want noona to have a good time!” he whines.

“You just want to look like a big boy in front of her,” one of the teammates teases him, and Soobin turns red. “Hey, Y/N, don’t let him patronise you again! Man up and gulp that shit down!”

“Oh boy, you can count on that!”

One of the boys picks up the cards to shuffle them again and then places them in the centre of the table, making sure there are enough drinks for everybody. Meanwhile, Soobin has been telling you about his achievements in the club while you listen attentively; he’s a good guy, and you like him, even if he’s a bit of a bigmouth sometimes.

When you turn your card over, you are greeted by the ace of hearts. Everyone cheers and drinks.

Beside you, Soobin is staring blankly into the corner of the large room. You take advantage of the other rounds to ask him if something is wrong, but he can’t hear you over the blasting music, so you lean into him to ask again.

“I was just wondering, noona—” Next to him, Ari finishes her drink and lets out a satisfied breath. “Are you really into Jungkook?”

Apart from the fact that he was talking louder for you to hear him, the group had also gone quiet, waiting for Soobin to gulp down his mandatory drink. Ari’s eyes widen at his question, but perhaps not as much as yours – you’re completely taken aback, not only by the question but also by how shamelessly he asked it.

“Sorry?”

“Don’t get me wrong, of course I know you’re not pretending to date or anything, that’d be stupid,” Soobin rushes to say, and you notice the blush on his cheeks, “but it doesn’t feel like you’re into him? Not as much as he is, at least.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” one of his friends blurts out. “What does that even mean?”

Ari grabs his shoulder. “He’s drunk, Y/N, just ignore him.”

Inside of you, there are two strong forces: one is crying out for you to get up and leave, forget about everyone in this party, including Jungkook. Just go back to your comfortable shell where you don’t have to deal with shameful blushes or uncomfortable comments. The other one wants you to say something just as hurting as what Soobin said, put him back in his place. However, your heart hates both possibilities, it wants to stay and have fun.

Had you left, though, you wouldn’t have noticed Soobin’s frustration. It’s printed on his face, in the way his eyes sadly fall to his cup, in the way he shrinks on his seat.

So, you just let out a loud cackle. “What do you mean? Of course I’m into him!”

“Yeah, silly, he’s her boyfriend, after all,” Ari continues, chuckling softly. “Hey—! Felix, how about you take Soobin out to get some air? I think he has drunk enough for the time being. Will you—? Thanks.”

He helps Soobin get up and sees him out into the garden. Some fresh air will do him good, you’re sure.

Ari leans into you. “Everything okay? Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Oh, no!” you say, and your smile seems genuine enough to convince her. “At least we should finish this game, right? We can go dance later.”

You decide to take charge of shuffling the cards again, and she looks at you with a relaxed smile; she feared the worst, but now she realises that you may not be as brittle as she thought. A heavy weight flies off her chest, and Ari joins in the cheers to lighten the mood.

The ceiling lamp reflects in his drink, and he tilts it up to see his own face.

He’s never been much of a party person, though most of the time he ends up having a good time. Jungkook simply prefers to avoid loud music and strong smells, even if watching his drunken friends make fools of themselves is worth it. He’d just rather be home, having a beer, playing video games, being with you.

You seemed to be having so much fun not too long ago, playing some card game. You’re off somewhere, though – to the bathroom, probably, since you took Ari with you.

You might want to dance afterwards, so he’d better get ready to leave his comfortable seat on the sofa, away from most people. It’s the perfect spot because it’s far enough away that Jungkook doesn’t have to spend the night greeting people, but it’s also not so withdrawn from the others that it’d draw attention to himself.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder, and Jungkook turns around, heart doing a somersault. “Jeez, sorry to disappoint.” Hobi must be referring to the way his face goes back to a literal bummer when he sees him.

“Sorry, hyung, I thought—” But Jungkook decides to shut up and scoot to the side, giving him room to sit next to him. “I was minding my own business. Why aren’t you dancing?”

His hyung giggles. “I’m just recharging – I wanna give my all now that everyone’s sober enough to appreciate it.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that already,” Jungkook replies.

At his ominous warning, Hoseok takes a look around, jumping and sneering at a couple when they bump into the back of the couch. The girl apologises between giggles, and the two of them leave a second later, still laughing.

“And now I’m the one who needs to get drunk.”

Jungkook hands him his drink and shifts on the couch to get up and get himself another one, but he sees you’re back at the table, having fun, laughing, talking to someone.

“Won’t you join them?” Hobi asks then. “I know you haven’t seen her all day.”

But he just shrugs, still smiling. “No, I think—” It seems like you’ve turned a bad card over, judging by your dramatic complaint that makes everybody laugh. “She’s having fun, and I don’t want to ruin it for her. We can always hang out later.”

Even if it makes his stomach churn, the feeling of missing you so badly. You’re right there, just a bunch of steps away. So close and real he can touch you in his mind, smell your soft perfume, feel the warmth of your body as you wrap your arms around him. Oh, he’s dying to be with you, but how could he? How could he go and claim your presence when you look happier than ever?

Maybe that’s what bothers him – that you don’t really need him anymore to be happy.

Although the universe has seemed pretty determined to keep you apart since Jungkook woke up in your arms this morning, you don’t seem eager to go back to him, and he has to respect that.

As much as it hurts.

“Hey, if you wanna go with her, just do it!” Hobi insists. “Maybe Y/N is thinking the same? – that you don’t mind waiting until later to be together.”

He gulps down his drink. “You think so, hyung?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Sinking into the couch, Jungkook stops sulking to ponder the idea. If only he could believe it—! But somehow it feels like he’s in the first month of his freshman year, sighing dreamily at your presence while you practically don’t even acknowledge his existence.

It’s all in your head, Jungkook. Y/N-noona likes you, and she wants to be with you. Stop moaning!

“I’ll go and get you a drink; you look like you need one.” With that, Hobi gets up. “I’ll be back in a second, okay, Kookie? Don’t melt into a puddle of tears while I’m away!” And then he vanishes.

Alone again, Jungkook glances at the table you were playing cards at, but suddenly your spot is empty. Oddly enough, Ari has stayed with the group.

A warm hand presses against his shoulder. Tired, Jungkook deflates at the touch, sighing loudly.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Your voice startles him, but your breath against his ear sends a shiver down his spine, excitement and yearning pooling in the pit of his stomach. With a smile, Jungkook turns around, and you rush to bend down and kiss him on the lips, nails raking through the back of his hair.

“Why the sad face, baby?” you ask, losing a battle against a fond smile.

Jungkook’s pout gets more dramatic, and you coo at him. As he scoots to the side, you circle the couch to sit next to him, but find his lap to be a more comfortable prop for your leg. It’s like his hands move on their own when they gently hold onto your waist. You melt against him, like having his body close again has tamed your terrible hunger.

“I missed you.”

You lean down to kiss him again, hoping that will be enough to show him you missed him madly too. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and stifle a sigh; you’re getting hungrier of him by the minute.

Nibbling his earlobe, your eyes flicker downwards.

Shit, he looks so fucking hot tonight, wearing short, wide sleeves, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, muscles flexing as he tries to lean against the armrest. The image of his body this morning, bare before your eyes except for the bottom, comes to mind. You were totally honest yesterday; his face is hot, his chest is hot, his arms are hot, his ass, his legs… And you fucking love his cock too.

“Sorry I abandoned you, bunny,” you say then, brushing a rebellious strand of hair off his face. “I thought you’d want to be on your own first, so I didn’t drag you with the others.”

Jungkook’s eyes move down to your body. “You look… good, noona.”

“You look really good too— so, how are you liking the party? Are you having fun, bunny?” you ask to drop the subject – the last thing you want is to embarrass him in front of his friends with your horny antics.

“Well, I’ve been sulking here all alone because you wouldn’t come to see me,” he murmurs.

“Oh, well—”

But then he giggles softly and pecks your lips. “I’m just teasing you, noona. I’m really happy to see you having fun. I’m just not a party guy.”

“Hm, I know that. Any way I can make this night more… bearable to you, then?” Your eyes are half-lidded in a come-hither look and your lips are stretched in a sultry smirk, so there’s no room for misunderstanding your intentions. “I’ve got some ideas if you can’t think of anything.”

God, he wants to fuck you so bad. Every second that passes, every fibre in his body that is aware of your skin, of your breath, of your thigh shifting on his lap – all of it reminds him of how much he wants you.

Jungkook has dreamed of this moment, for God’s sake. You’ve been his greatest erotic influence since that dream, and probably even before that. Now you’re half-straddling him, whispering such things to his ear, playing with the idea of what could happen when you come back home – your home, the home the two of you share – or even here. Everyone else is probably drunk enough not to notice if you just pin him on the couch and ride him.

“Nothing yet?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Jungkook has to shut his eyes tightly when you start peppering light kisses down his neck.

“Hm?” you insist. He only looks down at you with glassy eyes. “Let me help you, then.”

And you straddle him, sitting comfortably on his lap. Jungkook’s thighs are the perfect seat for you, a throne for a queen. You can feel his half-hard cock against your crotch when you do, and Jungkook lets out a longing gasp, hands snapping to your waist immediately.

“Ah, now you’re back,” you mock him.

Jungkook tilts up his chin to draw you in for a kiss, brushes his lips against yours, and welcomes your tongue with a content hum. Your kisses dance, swinging from his lips to his neck, pecking beneath his jaw, nibbling his earlobe while he tries to kiss you back, unable to keep up with the frenetic pace of your hungry ministrations.

You suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, rather harshly this time. Jungkook’s body twitches under you, and he whimpers. Pulling back, you admire the red mark that has started to blossom.

It feels hotter than before, Jungkook notices. Drowning in the heat that seems to be caged under his clothes, his skin feels sweaty, blood rushes all over his body like crazy. Focused on one exact point that, he hopes, will have a special main role tonight.

You kiss him again, leaving a trail of reddening marks behind your lips. You could never have enough of him, you realise; of Jungkook’s sweetness, of his tender grip on your body as he slowly starts to thrust up against you, probably even without noticing. His cock pulses against you, his whimpers and gasps louder than before. Oh, God – you’ll have so much fun when you get home.

You shift on top of Jungkook again.

“I wanna suck your cock right now, bunny,” you grunt in his ear, feeling him tremble, “so they can all see it belongs to me.”

It’s not like you’d ever do it, but the mental image makes his cock twitch, and he whines he’s too worked up to endure your teasing. Jungkook’s so easy to rile up, it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it when you manhandle him in a room full of people who know him.

“What are you—?” he asks when you take out your phone.

“I’m getting a cab,” you reply and lean in to leave a trail of pecks down his neck; “let’s go home.”

Oh, God. Don’t panic. You’re going home now, the intentions clearly settled. In an hour or so, he’ll probably be inside of you. You’ve touched him, kissed him, made him cum all over himself – but the mere thought of being inside of you, of feeling your warmth around his cock— it’s too much. Will you make sounds for him? Intimate and mellow, cradled in each other’s arms.

“Come on, the cab’s here already.”

You’re burning up, feel lightheaded and ecstatic. There’s a fever rushing through your veins, pushing you to kiss him and mark him on your way out, as you stumble to the door, bumping into everyone and everything.

The forced serenity you fake when you greet the driver lasts barely fifteen minutes.

Soon, you’re all over Jungkook again, kissing him while he breathes heavily and feels up every part of your body. He seems to be keen on your tits since he won’t stop staring at them, so you decide to give him a peek, feeling generous. Jungkook’s eyes fix on the mounds when you tug down at the neck of your dress.

His head is buried between them, and you close your eyes to enjoy the warmth of his hands stroking up and down your ass.

If the driver minds the hot mess you two are in, the way you shove your hand into Jungkook’s pants, or the whimper he lets out when your palm starts stroking his hard length, he doesn’t show.

After fifteen minutes of intense making out, the two of you step out of the cab. You stumble and bring Jungkook down with you, but he’s quick to catch you, giggling like a drunk idiot. You give him a kiss of gratitude, hand intertwining with his to pull at him and get into the building. It’s not long before your hands are back at his body to feel his back, his shoulders, his soft cheeks.

You’ve got him trapped against the door, boobs pressing against his back. “Come on, bunny, open it…”

“I-I’m trying to—”

Finally, the lock clicks, and the door is barely open when you barge into the flat.

It feels as if your lips can’t stay away from his skin, his lips, his pretty neck for long. You pepper pecks all over it, breathing heavily while Jungkook fiddles with the hem of your mini dress. His whimpers drown against your cleavage as he cups your ass, hips bucking into you.

You’re fucking drunk with love for him when you bite down on his neck. “I’m gonna fuck you,” you growl then, abusing the skin. Jungkook lets out a choked sob, “so fucking hard, bunny—”

“N-noona—”

Shit, he’s so turned on he’ll faint. Nothing has ever felt like this before, like his body is on the brink of collapse, like his skin is burning, like his blood is boiling. You’re all over him, kissing and licking and stroking, whispering with your tantalising voice. You drive him crazy; you really do. Jungkook is seeing the gates of heaven with your ardent affection, and he doesn’t care he’s there.

Your face has grown hot during your ministrations. You absolutely adore the way Jungkook reacts to your touch, so vocal and sensitive. His hands on your body only make you want to melt into his arms.

“Yummy baby,” you whisper. “Let’s go to the bed, huh?”

Jungkook nods softly.

You drag him into the bedroom and turn around to face him and get rid of his shirt. Lean chest on display, the sight basically makes you drool; how can be a human being so damn hot? It’s illegal, it’s unfair. The urge to knead and touch his body, pinch his nipples, lick down his torso until you reach his happy trail – it is all too strong.

The two of you stumble into the room in a tangled mess of kisses, whispers, and moans. When Jungkook’s calves hit the edge of the bed, he clumsily sits down. You make him your seat not long after, lips glued to his neck as you nib and suck the skin into your mouth.

It’s only when you get off his lap and sink down to your knees that Jungkook snaps out of haze.

“W-wait—” You stop fumbling with his halfway-down fly. “I need— I gotta go to the bathroom, noona,” he blurts out then, and you let him get up. “I won’t be long, okay? Just— wait.”

And Jungkook storms out of the room. Ignoring the fact that he’s pretty much drunk, all his blood being concentrated in one specific part of his body doesn’t help either. The door slams shut behind his back, and he roughly turns on the tap to soak his face in search of some clarity of thought.

Jungkook just needs to cool down a bit, that’s it. Then he’s going to come back to you and prove that he can be a good lover.

If only he could get rid of this awful anxiety! It’s like his stomach is constantly churning and groaning in fear. He knows you won’t judge him even if he messes up – which he hopes won’t happen – or if doesn’t last long enough. God, you’re as turned on as him, but what if he can’t make you come? He’s managed that in the past, with some patience, but he’s too nervous now to think properly.

It just feels so rushed all of a sudden.

With a sigh and an encouraging nod at himself, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to head back to your bedroom.

“I’m back…”

Only silence greets him. Curious, Jungkook looks up to see the startling sight of you lying on the bed, snoring peacefully with a trickle of drool down your chin and your face smeared with makeup. You’re completely knockout.

With another sigh, and oddly relieved, Jungkook turns around and goes to fetch your makeup wipes.

You’re terribly, horribly, dreadfully hangover when you wake up. Some idiot – you – forgot to draw the curtains last night, and now your eyes are being abused by the sunlight.

The ruckus coming from the other side of the room catches your attention.

Jungkook is rummaging through one of his drawers, which you emptied for him when he moved into your room, you good soul, with his back facing you. Hm, he looks sexy in the morning too— and then you realise you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, no bra underneath, face bare despite the fact that you don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.

And that’s when the memories kick in.

God, this is mortifying. You literally pounced Jungkook just to fall asleep during his probably short bathroom break.

Are you not ashamed of yourself? He must be so pissed off at you right now.

“Good morning.”

He turns around at the sound of your groggy voice. “Good morning, noona… Did you sleep well? I didn’t— I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You shake your head in silence, and Jungkook walks up to the bed. “I have class now, but I made some breakfast.”

Oh, no. This is post-sex treatment, but you didn’t really have sex in the end. What if he thinks you didn’t care about him enough to stay awake? Is that it? Is he trying to keep you happy?

Jungkook makes an attempt to get up, but you stop him by gently taking a hold on his shoulder. Slowly sitting back down, his sweet dark eyes watch you expectantly, and it brings a smile to your face; you really have caught the sweetest man in the world. How could you even fathom the idea that he resents you?

“Sorry about last night,” you apologise with a timid shrug.

But he just chuckles. “Don’t worry, we drank a lot anyway… Do you need anything for the hangover? I’ve almost finished the tablet, but there’s some left.”

However, you’re more interested in knowing what he did after you fell asleep. You know he changed your clothes and wiped your face, but if he was so turned on, did he take care of it or did he just tried to sleep it off?

“Thank you for not making me sleep with my bra on,” you say then as your hand strokes up his arm. “You’re my hero.”

“N-no need,” he murmurs. His cheeks blush softly, and you can’t help giggling.

“Did you take care of yourself too?”

Jungkook’s blush intensifies, but this time he laughs. Out of embarrassment, probably, but he’s been teetering on the edge of madness lately, all thanks to you – or because of you, who knows – and, really, now he’s got nothing to lose. Dignity and abashment have nothing on the ecstatic feeling of being with you.

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook meekly replies. “I… had to touch myself. B-but I was so hard, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”

Your thumb sends a shiver down his spine when you caress his cheek. “Oh? You thought about noona?”

“Yes,” he nods again. “Fuck, I came so hard thinking it was your pussy I was filling up, noona—” Your heart does a somersault at his words. What is this creature in front of you and what has it done to Jeon Jungkook? You suddenly feel empty between your legs, rubbing your thighs together. “W-wanted to make you come again and again last night, like you always do to me… You’re always so good to me, noona—”

But you cut him off when you sit up and straddle his lap, shutting him up with a hard kiss. Shit, now you need to ride him and make him come like that again, be filled up with his cum. Jungkook moans against your lips as his hands move to your waist.

“How long before you go?” you grunt against his neck.

“C-can’t stay— fuck!” You’re rolling your hips down against his hardening crotch, totally disregarding his academic obligations. “S-shit, noona, God— so good, s-so good—”

Heh, he’s just as touch starved as you are. Maybe, if you’re quick and put those thighs to work, you’ll manage to make the both of you come in less than three, four minutes. You feel him up over his shirt, brushing against his covered nipples and making him gasp. You swear his cock twitches against your crotch.

“Wait! Wait,” he blurts out, making you stop immediately. “Could we—?” Jungkook then stares into your eyes, and he sees only sweet attention.

Why would you judge him? You’ve been nothing but understanding and attentive since yesterday morning. He should better get rid of that hurting image he’s made of you now that he knows there’s goodness underneath.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Could we… leave this for later?”

“What do you mean?” You lean into him for a kiss, tender this time, just a soft brush of your lips against his, a gesture of allegiance. “Do you want to wait before we go, uh, all the way in?”

Although he’s never told you himself, you know from Taehyung that Jungkook isn’t exactly experienced. You’ve heard of flings he had around campus, the average for a guy his age, but his so-called fame as a fuckboy was rather the consequence of his drastic change of lifestyle and the clear fact that he’s hot as hell.

“No, I— I really want to,” he lets out in a breathless laugh. “I just thought we could, hm, make it a bit more r-romantic?” Why does he feel stupid as shit saying that? God, if you didn’t laugh then, now you’re surely going to tease him. “Like, we could play some music… And we’ve got a bunch of your candles left—” Please, shut him up already. “Just, it’s our f-first time together, and it’d be cool if it was more… special.”

Oh.

Oh. Your sweet boy. You can’t help smiling fondly as you stroke his cheeks, moving your hands to rake your nails through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the tender affection, and you finally hear him let out a puff of air.

“Of course we can do that, Jungkook,” you say then.

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Sure! I’ll be back from work at eight, more or less. You could set it all up, and I could get something yummy on my way home.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Kissing your forehead goodbye, Jungkook gets up and grabs his backpack on his way out.

There isn’t much more he can do; candles are lit and placed around the room, music fills the quiet silence. Jungkook has had two showers since he came back from training, so his hair is still wet. However, the more time passes, the more he feels like he’s drenched in sweat.

Why is he so nervous? It’s not like you’re going to do anything new. For the two of you together, perhaps, but he got rid of his V card a while ago.

So, why is he so… agitated?

“Maybe I should—”

But Jungkook doesn’t get to mumble the idea out of his mind because the jingle of your keys comes from the door. Then you open it, quietly walking into the small doorway. His chest feels so heavy and so crazily feather light at the same time; he can’t say he didn’t miss you despite his near mental breakdown.

Let’s just hope Jungkook doesn’t let you down tonight.

“Hello?” you speak up, and he can hear you fumbling with a plastic bag as you leave it in the kitchen. “Is anybody home? Jungkook? I’m home!”

The fulsome smell of scented candles – each more fruity and mellow than the other, a shocking-to-the-nose mix of vanilla, roses, and strawberry – welcomes you and guides you towards the bedroom. There, the more gratifying of an adorable Jungkook sitting on his knees greets you.

“Hi,” he says, almost breathless.

“Hello there.” You walk up to him and sit on the bed, stroking his thigh. Jungkook smiles back at you, and you look around the room. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time.”

“So, you like it?”

You lean into him for a short kiss. “I love it.”

Well, he can resume breathing normally now. You like it, which means you don’t find it ridiculous; that’s a pretty good start, isn’t it?

“How about I go take a shower while you put the finishing touches, baby?” you ask him, still seated on the bed. Your hand has taken a like on stroking the back of his. “I’ve got to admit, it’s been a pretty long day for me too. I missed you madly…”

You kiss him again, softly this time, tenderly, and it takes you all your willpower to pull away.

“I’ll be right back.”

You try to take as little time as possible in the shower, but you can’t help but check every detail; that your breath doesn’t smell, that you’re groomed and trimmed down there, that your skin is moisturized. You also make sure not to forget to pee. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you’re nervous, and you just hope you’re not the only one.

Walking out of the shower tray, you grab your lotion and apply it to your body. With this, you’re ready, aren’t you?

Meanwhile, Jungkook has been an equal mess:

Should I take off my clothes, or should I leave that to her? I’ll make sure that I really don’t have anything between my teeth. My underwear is clean, isn’t it? Why do I keep sweating? Are you sure my breath doesn’t smell…? Does noona even like this music? I’m going to change tracks—

“Jungkook?”

Startling the shit out of him, you walk into the room, fresh and clean, with a towel around your shoulders as you try to dry the wet ends of your hair.

“Ah—!” You can’t help but laugh at his low-key panic. “You’re done.”

Again, you sit next to him, but Jungkook scoots back as if trying to make room for you. You giggle and get closer, this time cupping his cheeks before you lean in for a powerful, slow kiss. Brushing your lips together, a soft groan escapes your lips, and you seek a shorter distance, a deeper contact by sucking on his tongue and massaging them together.

“You smell great…” you murmur, nuzzling his neck.

It smells like his body lotion mixed with his fabric softener, and you’re positive it’s one of your favourite smells in the world. So delicate, so silky to the nose.

It seems that your lips have gone stray during your trail of thoughts as you’re now peppering sloppy kisses down his neck. Jungkook’s bated breath fans the crown of your head, hands still frozen and unsure of what to do.

“Here,” you rasp, taking his hands and placing them on your waist, “you can touch me.”

And finally, after what feels like a year, Jungkook chases your lips to kiss you back. You can feel his sweaty palms explore your back, sneaking under your flimsy shirt and caressing the skin. With a sigh, you break the kiss, to his surprise – until he sees it’s so that you can shift on the bed and straddle his lap for closer contact.

He tugs at your shirt again. “Shit, noona, you’re so hot,” he lets out before kissing you again. You roll down your hips against his clothed tent, making him whimper. “I-I think I’m already hard.”

“Hm, are you?” you ask with a sly grin as you keep grinding your hips together.

The second you get rid of your top, Jungkook’s eyes snap to your chest, and you feel his cock pulse. Jeez, he’s so easy to figure out now that you think of it; you would’ve shown him your tits earlier if you knew how quickly it would rile him up.

Now it’s your turn to unwrap your gift.

Jungkook lies down on the bed at your silent command. “I can’t believe my luck, bunny,” you whisper, stroking up his chest until you’ve got the hem hiked up in your grip. “You’re literally perfect.”

You feel him shiver at the praise, legs wobbling around you. The tent in his pants is hard to ignore now, and you can’t deny the fact that you’re practically drooling at the thought.

“Don’t— don’t say things like that,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s blushing.

“Why shouldn’t I, though?” You peck his tummy. “It’s true. I told you once, didn’t I?” How can your voice sound so insanely hot and confident when he’s literally trembling like a leaf? “That anyone would be lucky to fuck you. So, I guess that makes me lucky, bunny,” you say, kissing his navel again. “Take it all off.”

As soon as the order seeps into his brain, Jungkook shimmies on the mattress to get rid of his shirt and pants while you do the same. Once you’ve discarded your underwear on the floor, his eyes are fixed on you, and yours on him— God, how can a human look like that? You would commit aggravated felonies for this man, Jesus Christ. And so you show him, hovering over him and sitting on his bare cock.

“Noona—”

His weak grip on your hips isn’t enough to prevent you from rolling them down again. This time, however, he can feel how wet you are, how ready you are to sink down onto him, and Jungkook can’t help choking on a mewled, stuttered version of your name.

With your arms supporting your weight on both sides of his head, you kiss him again. “Shit, bunny— I’ll fuck you so well,” you grunt, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing each other’s air. Jungkook unconsciously spreads his legs, and you lie more on his body. “Mark you up and milk that pretty cock dry—”

“P-please,” he sobs.

You can feel his grip getting stronger and more desperate.

“F-fuck, bunny,” you growl and bite down on his neck. This time, Jungkook lets out a choked whimper and bucks his hips up, the engorged tip of his cock teasing your entrance. “Let’s grab a condom before we get ahead of ourselves, okay?”

Sighing, you sit up for a second and rummage through your nightside table. There’s a brand-new condom box you knew you’d eventually use, so you grab one and carefully rip the wrapper, handing it to him. Jungkook’s trembling hands take the piece, and he moves your hips away as respectfully as possible so that he can put it on. You can only chuckle, though.

The view makes your heart pump faster, you’re terribly excited and turned on. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“Ready, baby?”

You look down at his hard cock, standing against his lower belly and covered by the condom.

Jungkook sits up and hugs you. “Yeah.”

Tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of your tongue, you kiss him deeply, swirling your tongue around his to drown his moans. You suck on his bottom lip to give him a break, but Jungkook tightens his grip around you, a plea in his eyes for you to sit on him.

“Greedy bunny,” you chuckle and give him one more peck.

Then, after you raise your hips to align his cock to your entrance, you finally sink down onto him.

A literal sigh of relief vibrates down your throat. God, you knew Jungkook would feel good, but the way his girthy cock stretches you out, the way it makes you fill stuffed as it pulses inside of you – it slid in so easily, you’re dripping wet. In fact, you’re so engrossed in how it works you open that you haven’t noticed Jungkook’s desperate whimper and stronger grip around your waist.

“Noona,” he murmurs. You’re still sitting on his cock. “G-God, noona—” he chants again, his hot breath fanning the crook your neck.

“Fuck, baby, your cock feels so good,” you moan as you start to roll your hips down.

Jungkook’s pupils tremble at the crude praise, and his cock twitches inside of you. You’re thrusting onto him, picking up a faster pace while he melts into a puddle of pleasure, hands gripping the sheets and brows knitted together as he loses himself in the growing pleasure.

He looks gorgeous like this.

With blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart racing, you lean into him for a deep kiss. You tilt your hips, and his cock hits that spot that makes you grunt and clench around him.

Jungkook lets you push him down onto the mattress so that you can prompt yourself better, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You get tighter, and his breath hitches in grateful response. Of course, with this new shower of jolts of electricity down your spine, you pick up a merciless tempo, incessantly smacking your hips against his in chase of your pleasure.

Heat pools in his lower back, and Jungkook looks up to see his cock disappear into your body, your arousal leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck!” he whimpers when you bend down to abuse his neck. It’s all too much. “F-fuck yes, so good, noona, s-so good.” Jungkook’s hands are glued to your waist – like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and wake him up from a dream. “Y-you’re tighter, shit—”

You dip your tongue into his collarbone just to bite down on it later, waiting for a reddish mark to blossom.

His eyes flicker down to your chest, observing with hunger. Almost as if silently asking for your permission, Jungkook glances at you and cups one of your breasts. The palm of his hand feels warm against your skin, so you smirk, and that is all he needs to start kneading the soft flesh, fingers moving to play with your nipple. You let out a heavy groan and start bouncing on him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook massages your tits as his eyes cross, chasing pleasure and jerking his hips into you. “Fuck yes, j-just like that, noona, God!” he lets out in a choked sob.

With your hand on his nape, you shut him up and encourage him to suck on one of your nipples. A groan of satisfaction reverberates in his throat, you work thigh muscles to bounce on him faster and make him moan as his tongue flickers around your nub.

“Please, p-please—” he begs against your skin.

Jungkook’s wander desperately around your body, grabbing the sheets, your waist, your hips; you’re clenching around him and it’s making him lose his mind.

“So cute, bunny— f-fuck!” You cut yourself off with a moan when the engorged tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, and the coiling tension in your lower back grows. “You— you like my tits, don’t you?” you let out in a breathless laugh.

Jungkook sucks on your nipple again. “L-love them noona, s-so much!”

“You’re such a big baby,” you tease him but raise your hips to sink down onto his cock again.

“Ugh! F-fuck, mommy!” Your heart skips a beat. You look down at him, wondering if you’ve heard right, but his voice saying that immediately makes you clench around him again, and Jungkook whimpers, flickering his tongue around your sensitive nub. His saliva drips down from your breast. “C-close! M-mommy, gonna— ugh, shit!”

You can almost physically feel your pussy stretch out around his cock when he blurts that out a second time. Jungkook doesn’t seem to be aware of what he’s saying, though, too engrossed in the pleasure of thrusting up into your wet heat.

You’re close to your high as well, so you take his hand and show him how to rub your clit. Jungkook mindlessly picks up on the movement, and you groan, the ache between your legs hungrier for his cock. Both of you are losing composure as your climaxes approach. He trembles, lip trapped between his teeth, and bucks his hips off the bed, chasing your slit.

“Gonna cum—!” Your hard kiss brings him back to reality. “Noona, n-noona, I’m— I-I’m coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jungkook chuckles shyly when you wipe the trickle of saliva on his chin.

He lets you lie him down on the bed again. This way, you can keep rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, and the angle lets you fuck yourself on his cock and push the tip in deeper, grinding back and forth. At the new feeling, Jungkook’s back arches off the mattress, and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, lips chanting words of adoration.

Jolts of pleasure travel down your body and pool in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instantly go faster, even though you can feel the burn in your muscles; you’re dripping, soaking the condom, wet smacking sounds echoing in the room.

“W-wait,” he gasps only to mewl a second later, “slow down, please— s-slow, noona, please—”

You clench around him again. “Why should I?”

“D-don’t wanna come yet, please, p-please, slow—” Your fingers dance up his arm and grab his wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Fuck, s-slow, slow!”

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on yours, staring unsurely. But your lustrous gaze makes his cock throb and twitch inside of you. As his thighs begin to thrust up into you, faster and faster, he lets out a whimper, a plea for you to go slower until it turns into a chant of gratitude.

You lean into him to stroke his cheek adoringly and whisper, smiling:

“Be a good boy and make a mess, bunny.”

It’s pretty much immediate; he throbs inside of you again with a whine, hips jerking and hands snapping to your ass to bounce you up and down his cock. With one last powerful thrust, Jungkook is emptying himself into the condom. His eyes roll back, and he goes still when the shockwaves grip his body.

“N-noona!” he hisses, still thrusting up into you. “Fuck yes, noona, just— ugh, just like that— fucking Christ!”

“F-fuck, Jungkook—”

Meanwhile, you’ve been rubbing yourself against his pubic bone, and the feeling of him coming makes you clench, wishing you could feel his cum leaking out. You haven’t noticed, but you’re riding him faster, chasing your orgasm while he writhes on the mattress, a bit confused and slowly sinking into overstimulation. When the pain does kick in, Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to make you stop.

“S-shit,” you moan, and he lets go of you in a trembling movement, “that— that feels incredible, bunny, j-just like that—”

It hurts, fuck it does, but you sound so lost in pleasure, his cock pulses again, still sliding into your warm, tightened walls. Besides, he still hasn’t made you come, and there’s nothing he wants more in the world right now.

The ache between your legs grows and grows as you grind your hips together. Your swollen clit rubs against his stomach, Jungkook’s hands grip your ass to both push you off him and chase your wet heat, not quite sure which hurts more. When the coiling tension comes to a tipping point, you let out a grunt and bite down on his neck, making him whimper, and then you’re convulsing on top of him with a deep moan, dissolving into pleasure as your walls clench around his sensitive cock.

“Fuck! S-shit, bunny,” you rasp, still tilting your hips to ride out your climax.

Just as the line between pain and bliss begins to mix, Jungkook feels you slow down your movements and eventually stop to just lie down on top of him. You raise your hips off him, his flaccid cock slides out of you, and observe him in silence when he peels the condom off to throw it away.

A soothing silence kicks in, and the two of you decide to catch your breaths. You collapse next to him, feeling tired and sweaty, but he decides that it’s best to rest his head between your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats. It lulls him into drowsiness, with his fingertips stroking your tummy and his eyes staring up at you through his eyelashes.

“I couldn’t” – his erratic breath takes over for a second – “make noona come first.”

Confused, you tilt down your head to look at him. “Doesn’t matter, your cock felt so good, bunny—” You’re stroking his hair as he moves to turn over on your chest, both your breaths calming down.

You stir on the bed and move to come down to his level, stopping to give him a slow, deep kiss. You feel blissful, you’re ecstatic, taken over by a million butterflies.

“I’m gonna play this in my head again and again—”

“You know there’s no need for that, don’t you, bunny? Because we’re going for another round,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his chest. You brush his nipples for a second but don’t notice the way he goes tense against your touch, “as soon as we can get this pretty cock,” you say then and move down to scratch his inner thighs, “hard again.”

“N-noona—” Jungkook gasps when you nibble his earlobe and part his legs to scoot in between them.

“We have the whole weekend.”

You resume your cuddling position beneath him, with his head cradled between your breasts. It seems to be a favourite of his, Jungkook would always snuggle like this even before you confessed. But you like it, love it, to see him cuddled next to you like that.

His fingers stroke up and down your naked arm. “This feels like a dream…”

And you swear, you’ve never blushed faster or harder. With Jungkook’s mellow voice vibrating against your skin, you melt – because it feels the same for you.

It does feel like a dream.

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Normal Again /// Bakugou x Fem Reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: A sequel to fine. You never expected recovery to be easy but you never thought it would be nearly impossible. In the weeks since your torture things between you and Bakugou had only grown more strained. Will you be able to save your relationship or is it a lost cause? 

Word count: 8.7k 

Warnings/tags: TW: Self hatred/violence, degradation (not in a sexy way), Angst, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Anal play, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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A vicious laugh filled the air as Bakugou’s boot connected with your cheek sending your body flying towards the ground. His deep red eyes were full of glee watching you spit out blood from your busted cheek. He crouched down, looking at you as if you were filth. 

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Just lying there taking it all. You are pathetic, honesty how did I ever see you as more than an easy fuck.” 

“Stop it Bakugou,” you beg weakly. You could not bring yourself to understand how such cruel words could come from the same mouth that used to worship you. 

His boot connects to your head once more sending blinding pain shooting through your skull. “Did you really think you were going to be with me forever? That I would tie myself to someone who can’t even stop themselves from getting kidnapped by a B-ranked villain.” 

His boot rests on your face, its thick rubber sole indenting its print into your cheek. “The only reason I kept you around this whole time was that you spread your legs whenever I wanted. You are easy, too easy and the whole office knows it. They all laugh at you, at how much of a whore you are.” 

Tears begin to leak from your eyes as he brought to light all your insecurities. You would rather he kept beating you than continue to torture you with his taunts. After every night of the same torture you had grown numb to the physical pain but no matter how hard you tried you could not escape his words. 

“If it wasn’t for you I would have already climbed my way to the top. All you can do is hold me back from my dreams with your constant failures. You make me despise you.” 

His heel digs into your temple creating an agonizing inescapable pressure. You were helpless to stop his merciless assault and you were not sure you even wanted to. All you really wanted was for all of this to stop. The constant pain and guilt had worn down your spirit, it was as though you had nothing left to even lose. 

“Look at you just lying there taking it. Why don’t you fight me you pathetic bitch? Why don’t you ever fight?” He screamed, emphasizing each with a blow to your head. You reach up to cover your ears not wanting to hear anything else but your arms were trapped down at your side, held by some invisible force. 

You try again to lift move your arms and then your legs but a warm tight hold tightened even further. Needing to escape the suffocating warmth you thrash around, lashing out at the invisible force. 

“Shh, baby it is ok,” Bakugou said above you his boot still on your head. “This is all just a dream.” 

You slam your eyes closed needing to escape the glaring red eyes that only brought you pain. 

“Mimic is dead and will never hurt you again I promise,” Bakugou’s voice grows closer to your ear. This was your chance! You manage to free one arm and reach up, blindly scratching at any body part you could reach. 

Your nails scream for mercy as you drag them viciously down his arm, their gliding made easy by blood. Despite the pain you know you must have caused, the invisible hold only tightened, trapping both of your hands. 

“Please baby open your eyes, you are safe I promise.” Bakugou’s voice cooed softly trying to pry you away from your own mind. 

You shake your head not trusting the voice, after all, it was the same one that had just been hurting you. With both your hands held still you are left with no choice but to use your teeth. You bite down on one of the arms holding you, sinking your teeth deep into the flesh until a rusty taste fills your mouth. 

“Open your eyes my beautiful girl please,” Bakugou’s voice grew clearer, the malice you had been expecting surprisingly absent. 

Reluctantly you relax into the warm hold and crack one eye open. A sweet smelling black tank top was the first thing you recognized. You blink your eyes a few times to clean them and get a better look around. 

The cold dark room you had been in only moments ago was gone, replaced by a soft bed and warm blankets. The tight suffocating grip that had held you earlier is now a warm embrace. 

You look at the strong arms holding you to your fiancé’s chest and wince. Deep red scratch marks littered his muscles and an already bruising bite branded his shoulder. With you no longer resisting he released your hands and started to run his fingers up and down your back. Despite his mask of relaxation, you could tell he was shaken up. 

“I did it again didn’t I?” you ask weakly already knowing the answer. 

Bakugou let out a sigh, “Yeah, it took me nearly ten minutes to get you back this time.” 

Overwhelming guilt filled your mind for the second time tonight. You had hurt the man you loved because of some stupid dreams. It had been months since your rescue and still every night without fail you dreamed about it happening. It was like the torture never stopped. 

“It is getting worse,” Bakugou says, continuing to pet down your back. 

You nod weakly. He was not wrong. Neither of you had gotten a full night’s rest since the incident. No matter what pills you took without fail you dreamed about Bakugou. Logically you knew it was not Bakugou who had been the one to hurt you. He was your hero and his reward is you flinching from his touch and attacking him in your sleep. None of this was fair. 

Bakugou’s lips softly pressed against your forehead as he pulled you in even closer. You ignored the spike of fear being close to him caused and tried to remember this was your Bakugou, not the sick twisted version Mimic created. 

“We can’t keep going like this baby,” he says weakly. “I think I need to leave for a little bit.” 

Absolute panic grips your heart, “No! Please don’t leave me. I’ll get better I promise. I will find another sleeping pill that one doctor prescribed worked for the first couple of weeks. We can figure this out, please don’t-” 

“Shh,” Bakugou pulled you in closer. “Right now I am not good for you.” 

You open your mouth to protest but he places his hand finger over our lips. “Baby you flinch every time I look at you.” 

You wanted to deny his claim but remember how his eyes felt on your skin and shutter. 

“My face, my voice, hell my smell are all triggers for you. I am hurting you by being near you. I am causing you pain by serving as a living reminder of your pain and I can’t do it anymore.” 

Hot tears start to fall from your eyes. You hated how everything he is saying is not wrong. He is a walking trigger for the memories of that night and you had no idea how to get over them. 

“So this is it,” you say, defeated. 

“No, baby god no. You and I just need some time apart until you are ready to see me again. I am planning on staying at Deku’s for a bit, the nerd offered me his spare bedroom.” 

Despair was the only thing you could feel. All of this was your fault and he should hate you for it but he doesn’t. Why doesn’t he hate you like you hate yourself? He should be screaming at you for causing all of this. The blame is yours and yours alone. If you had been just a little stronger you would never have been taken in the first place and none of this would have happened. 

“Until I can get you to talk to me about how you are feeling I can’t help you. All I am doing is making this worse.” His arms started to loosen their hold around you and for the first time in weeks you wanted them back. 

His arms pulled away completely, taking his warmth. “This is not permanent,” he assured. “It is just until you are ready for me to come back and I will wait as long as you need.” 

You start to reach out for him, to beg him to get back in bed but the silhouette of him above you sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to rip everything apart, every time you made progress there was something dragging you backward. 

You watch helplessly as he quickly dresses and leaves the bedroom, not looking back. You can’t blame him, you want to be free of yourself too. You could hear the front door to the apartment open and quietly shut, the lock clicking into place. 

Life moved slower when you did not have your angry gremlin by your side. It had been a few weeks since he left and you had never been more miserable. At first, you had agreed to the separation, after all, he was a giant trigger but you were quickly realizing it was worse without him. 

The anxiety of being alone at night had you reaching for your phone nearly every night, wanting to call him. It was a miracle you had managed to resist. With you not there to bother him maybe he would finally be getting some sleep. 

The only communication you had gotten from him was a couple of texts letting you know he was still alive. You know he was trying to give you space but the longer he was away the more you wanted to drag him back home. 

Your therapist had still not cleared you for fieldwork so the only thing you could to distract yourself was binge a couple of shows and try some cooking. Of course nothing you made tasted half as good as Bakugou’s cooking. By the end of the the first week your life consisted of sleep, tv, and takeout. 

Your glazed-over eyes half focus on the tv in front of you as you are lost in your thoughts. You hear a knock on the door and rush over to open it. Could he have changed his mind and come back? For the first time in a long time hope filled your chest but it was quickly shattered as you look through the peephole. Uraraka stood still outside your door holding a few grocery bags. 

You try to plaster on a fake smile and open the door. Uraraka did not wait for an invitation and barreled her way into your apartment. 

“Hello to you too,” you mumble, closing the door. 

She sets the floating bags onto the counter and releases her quirk. “Whew, you would believe the line at the store this morning. All the old ladies were fighting their way into the store for the 20% off sale. Of course none of them could beat me from being first in line.” 

You snort, no matter how many brand deals and hero contracts Uraraka had she never stopped being frugal. 

“How was your morning?” She asked, unpacking the many goods from the bags. 

You shrug, “Same as always, watched some tv and pretend my life isn’t falling apart.” 

Uraraka pauses and gives you a look of understanding. “You know he hasn’t forgotten about you, not for one minute.” 

You look away, “What does it matter, our relationship is practically over. I have not seen him in weeks and even if I did see him I would make everything worse with my stupid fear.” 

“You fear is not stupid, you went through something traumatic and need time to heal.” 

You scoff, “I have had time. But every time I make any progress something triggers me and I fall right back down to where I started.” 

“That is normal though! It took me weeks to even look at Deku without crying. You are both being too hard on yourselves.” 

“I am tired of waiting!” You yell, finally letting your anger out in the open. “I miss him so much it hurts. I miss how he would hold me every night after he helped me bathe because I was too sore to even lift my arms. I miss how he would pack my lunch every day because he could not stand watching me go hungry. I miss my Bakugou.” 

Uraraka wraps her arms around your shoulders pulling you in tight against her chest, letting you sob. It was the first time in weeks anyone had touched you. Her soft hands traced up and down your back, trying her best to soothe the pain. 

“I miss him so much,” you cry between hiccups. 

“So why don’t you call him? I am sure he would be happy to hear your voice.” Uraraka pulls out her phone and starts to dial his number. 

“No!” You snatch the phone from her hand and toss it over your shoulder. You wince as you hear the phone connect with the hardwood floor. 

The hand on your back stills, “You are going to replace that you know.” 

You nod, a worthy expense if it meant you did not have to confront reality just yet. At least with him gone you could pretend your relationship was not over. 

“Stop saying that! Your relationship is not over. What the two of you need is a good conversation.” 

You must have said the last part out loud. “What does it matter, even if we have a conversation and he moves back in I will end up having nightmares and keep him up for weeks. It is not fair for him to suffer through that for me.” 

“Ugh!” Uraraka shoves you off her chest and stands. “Both of you keep pushing each other away based on some convoluted idea that you are actually protecting each other. It makes me want to pull my hair out!

You cross your arms over your chest, “Well I am protecting him.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Sure.” 

“Hey, don’t make me regret teaching you sarcasm. I’m being serious, my nightmares were getting so bad I started to attack him in my sleep.” 

“No offense but Bakugou can handle you with his hands tied behind his back.” 

“But he shouldn’t have to! It is not fair for him to have to worry if his fiancé will attack him in his sleep every night.” 

“News flash, life is not fair. It was not fair when I watched the love of my life get skewered in front of me. It was not fair when I could not look at him for weeks without crying. And it was not fair when Mimic tortured you. None of this is fair or just, it is all shit we are given and sometimes it is more than we can handle.” 

She holds your chin in her hands, “The only thing you are doing wrong is pushing away the person who you need the most.” 

“But I hurt him when he is close,” you argue weakly. 

Uraraka’s eyes softened, “You hurt him more when you push him away. His quirk is not mind reading, he has no idea how to help you, how you can both help each other.” 

You knew she was right, that what you were doing was not working. But you were stuck, unsure how to even start talking to him again. Even so, you had to try. 

“Alright, I will try giving him a call-” 

Behind you, Uraraka’s phone rang, its piercing ring tone cutting you off. Your heart sinks, that ring tone only went off when a hospital was calling. Without a word, Uraraka bends down and picks up her phone from the floor. 

“Hello, this is Uravity speaking,” she said into the phone. 

You watch her face for clues and your heart grew even heavier as worry danced in her eyes. 

“Are you going to transfer him to the Hero’s hospital in Tokyo?” 

Your breathing stops. No, the world could not be so cruel. Your hearing grows fuzzy making it impossible to tune into the rest of Uraraka’s conversation.

“Hey,” someone said in the background. “Hey, I need you to focus. Bakugou is hurt, I am not next of kin so they won’t tell me anything about his condition. I am going to drive us over to the hospital, he should already be there by the time we arrive” 

You nod, too stunned to speak. He was hurt. Your Bakugou was hurt and you were just standing around. Ignoring the pain in your chest your mind finally snapped into action. 

Wordlessly you and Uraraka rushed down to her car below. The drive to the Hero’s hospital was short, only a few blocks from your apartment. The front entrance was already packed full of reporters trying to catch a glimpse of your injured hero. 

You bite your tounge to stop yourself from cursing the reporters out. Those nosy assholes wanted to broadcast Bakugou’s pain to the public for a quick buck. Luckily disappeared from your sight as Uraraka drove past the and into the private parking lot. 

Uraraka had not even put the car in park when you shoved open the door and ran to the sliding doors. You could hear her yell to wait behind you but you kept running until you found the front desk. 

You skid to a stop in front of a shocked receptionist and slam your palms down on the counter, “Where are they taking Hero Dynamight?” You ask, holding your hero license out so she would know you were not a reporter. 

The receptionist winced, “I am sorry but only allowed to disclose information to the family of the patient.” 

“Well I am his wife and I am demanding to know where he is.” You retort, not caring about the implications of the claim. 

“Dynamight is not married, his paperwork states he is a single but nice try.” 

“Listen here you-” your rant was cut short by a soft hand on your shoulder. 

“It was a private ceremony, they have still not made it public yet so there is now paperwork. I know that is not protocol but won’t you please let it slide this once ” Uraraka smiles sweetly trying to play cute to get what she wants.

The receptionist shook her head, “ I am sorry but I cannot allow anyone who is not documented family to visit any patient.” 

You open your mouth to yell but Uraraka beats you to it. 

“That is fine, thank you for doing such a great job protecting our heroes.” She gently grabs your bicep and pulls you away from the desk before you could say another word. 

“What are you doing she is our only way of figuring out anything about Bakugou.” You hiss trying to pry yourself free from her hold. 

“No she’s not,” Uraraka turns her head to look at you and smiles. “I spent a few weeks coming in and out of this hospital while Deku was recovering. Going through the main entrance is the easiest way but there is a locked side door. With enough force, it can be wiggle open.” 

“Won’t it have an alarm?” 

“Of course it has an alarm this is a heavily secured building. Luckily they have a well-trained hero there to investigate the disturbance,” she winked. 

You laugh, being a hero did have its perks. It only took a few more turns before she found the small door. 

“Now when I open this door a blaring alarm will go off and two security guards will come rushing from either end. I will handle the one on this side but you will be on your own for the other. Try not to hurt them too much.” 

With that Uraraka wraps her hand around the door handle and pulls, her arm muscles bulging from the effort. You stand still, stunned to watch your friend pry open the solid steel door.

The door finally gives sending out a blaring alarm but you had already made it past the first couple hallways, hiding in a small doorway as a guard runs past. You wait another minute to make sure the coast is clear besides casually walking down the hallway until you found a nurse’s station.

“Excuse me,” you say, trying to sound as polite as possible. “The front desk told me to ask you which room my husband is in.” 

The oldest nurse looked you up and down skeptically, “What is your husband’s name?” 

“Bakugou Katsuki.” 

“Uh-hu sure, wait here a minute for me while I go find his nurse.” She turned and disappeared into the room behind the station.

Fuck, she was onto you. You slowly walk backward away from the door’s line of sight and rush down the hallway looking desperately for Bakugou. He had to be here somewhere but the hospital was a maze of hallways and doors with no names on them. 

You could not yell out for him that would only alert security to your position faster. You spin on your heels looking frantically for any sign of him but the more you look, the more lost you become. 

“Hey! You cannot be back here,” A security guard yelled, a taser already armed in his hand. 

You put your hands into the air, looking to your side for an escape. You could handle one petty security guard but you did not feel like explaining to the commission why you beat a guard. Sucking in a deep breath you run towards the officer who was too shocked to pull the trigger on the taser. Sticking your leg out you kick his feet out from under him sending his back to the floor. 

Without looking back you run down the hall taking as many turns as you could to find a hiding spot. One of these rooms had to have no camera in it. 

In your frantic looking, one door stood out. It was off to the left in a dead-end hallway. It had to be a good enough hiding spot as any. You sprint to the door and swing the door open into a pitch-black room. 

You felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of entering the darkness but you had no choice, security was hot on your heels. You close your eyes and step into the darkness, closing the door behind you. 

Your back rests against the door and you listen to the guards run past the hallway. For now they had no idea where you were. You let out a sigh of relief and feel around the wall for a light switch. 

Mercifully, you find it and switch it on. The room looked like any other hospital room except for one thing. There was someone in the bed and they were about to look up. 

Shit! You duck under one of the tables in time to hide from their view. 

“Oi, I thought I told you people to leave me alone! I already took the damn pills and agreed to stay the night.” 

Your breathing stops at the deep rough voice of Bakugou. You found him; he is not in a coma fighting for his life. He is in bed resting safely just feet away from you. A sob of relief climbs your throat, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to mute it. 

The rush of blinding fear to find Bakugou suddenly turns into fear about seeing him. What if he did not want you to visit? Fuck you should have thought about this more before you left. 

“I can hear your breathing! Don’t make me get out of bed or I will kick your ass.” 

Not wanting him to hurt himself by standing you relent and force your weak knees up. You keep your eyes to the floor not daring to look at his face, “Surprise,” you tease weakly. 

“W-what?” Bakugou said, his voice high and full of confusion. 

“I-I heard you got hurt, no one was telling me anything, so I decided to come and check up on you myself. But I see you are fine so I will leave you alone. I am sorry for barging in.” 

“Wait! Don’t leave,” Bakugou winces as he sits up in bed, his abdomen covered in bandages. Instantly you rush to his bedside. 

“Don’t move that fast you will hurt yourself!” You lecture, gently pushing him back down to the bed. Bakugou looks down at your hands with shock, you had not touched him caringly since the incident. 

You quickly realized your hands were still on him and snatch them back to your side. You stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do. It was like the months of being together had been erased since he had left. 

“W-what happened?” You finally ask to break the silence. 

Bakugou looks down at his hands, “Some stupid kid ran out in the middle of the fight and almost got themselves killed. I didn’t have enough time to get them out of the way, so I had to shield them instead. Damn villain managed to shoot me.” 

“You got shot!” 

“Yeah, pathetic asshole knew he could not take me without a gun. Lucky for me he had terrible aim and managed to only graze my side. The only reason I am still in this stupid bed is because Rescue Girl is on vacation and refuses to come in and heal me.” 

The heavy weight on your heart lifted slightly knowing he was not seriously hurt but you still worried about his current condition. Bakugou was not one to sit around until he felt better. In the time the two of you had been together he only got sick once and it took tackling him to the ground and tying him up in bed to keep him from working. 

You knew him and Deku were on good terms now but dealing with a hurt Bakugou was a full-time job. “How long did the doctor say you have to be off work?” 

Bakugou scoffed, “She thinks I have to wait at least a week even with Recovery Girl. As soon as I can escape this bed I will head back to the office I have a villain to hunt down.” 

You put your hands on your hips, “Oh no you won’t. If the doctor tells you to wait a week you will wait a week.” 

A mischievous grin spreads across Bakugou’s face, “Oh, and how are you going to enforce that?” 

Blood rushes to your face making your cheeks feel like they were burning. To keep him from fighting his restraints the last time he was sick you had to fuck him until he was too tired to care he was chained up. By the time he had recovered from being sick you could barely walk and he had to be the one to take care of you.

“Don’t look at me like that when you are hurt.” 

“Then answer the question, how do you plan to keep me from working this week.” 

“What are you five? Do you really need an incentive to be good?” You taunt. 

A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Yes.” 

You throw your hands up in the air, “Ugh, you are terrible!” 

His hand reaches out and grabs your wrist to pull you in closer to the bed and for a second fear flashes in your eyes. All of the teasing had made you forget your fear but his touch brought is all back. 

Bakugou sensed the change in your demeanor and opened his hand to free you from his touch. 

“Wait, don’t move your hand,” you suck in a deep breath. “Just give me a second.” 

His warm long fingers wrapped themselves back around your wrist, holding still as you try to calm your heart. You were stronger than this fear. You could do this. 

“Baby, you don’t have to push yourself, I understand-” 

“No!’ You yell, taking a step closer to his bed. “This is ok, I will make this ok again.” 

You avoid looking at his face, needing to build up your strength before testing your limits. Being separated from him had helped your memories heal some but it was still difficult to see him. 

Forcing the tight fear in your chest down you intertwined your fingers through his and pull them up to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles.

“It is easier when I control where you touch,” you mumble to him, trying to follow Uraraka’s advice. 

“What?” Bakugou asked, unsure what you meant. 

“When you are the one controlling the touching, it makes me nervous because I don’t know what will happen next. It makes me feel like I have no control and that is when I start to freak out.” 

You look down to where your hands were joined, “When I am leading the touch I have some idea of what will happen next and it is easier to not feel scared.” 

“So you have to be in charge?” 

“I don’t have to always be in charge, I just need to know what you are thinking, what you are doing before you do it or I need to be guiding it.” 

Bakugou smiled, “So if I told you to sit on my face would that work?” 

A few incoherent words fall out of your mouth as you try to process what he just said. 

“Well, maybe, but you are hurt and need your rest. Besides, you should not be thinking about that while you are lying in a hospital bed. When you are discharged, we can try something like that.” 

Bakugou sat up straighter, “Oh no you don’t. I have gone without your taste on my tongue for too long. You are going to get that sweet ass over here and sit on my face.” 

“No, Bakugou. Look at the state of you. I could seriously hurt you.” 

That was the absolute worst thing you could have said, in seconds his teasing eyes filled with fiery determination. The last time he gave you that look was when you rejected going on a date with him. A week later he had your legs wrapped around his waist. 

He lifts his finger and points to you and then his face, “Come here.” 

You stubbornly shake your head, “This is not happening Bakugou. You could tear your stitches and have to stay in the hospital even longer.”

He shrugs, “Fine with me as long as you are here.” 

This damn man must be suicidal. “We need to talk more about our relationship before we dive right into sex.” 

“Your mouth will be free and clear to talk.” 

“This is an awful idea. What if I get freaked out in the middle of it all?” 

“That’s easy, we stop,” he gently pulls you in closer his face now only inches away. 

“Please baby I have missed you; I promise I will stop if it gets too much.”

You were conflicted. Neither of you were in a state where you should be fooling around. But the feel of his hand on yours was so calming and warm that you wanted more. 

“Alright,” you whisper. “But If you are in any pain you need to let me know.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I promise. Now get that pretty ass up here,” he pats his shoulders. 

“This is such a bad idea,” you mumble to yourself as you slip off your pants while Bakugou lowered the head of the bed. This could go wrong in so many ways but the longer you thought about his tongue on you the less you cared. 

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou groaned, “Climb up, you won’t hurt me.” 

You toss your pants to the side and do as he said. Climbing up onto his bed and carefully lowering yourself over his face. Your face was burning at the thought of what all he could see. Needing support, you grab ahold of the headboard. After all you did not want to hurt him. Bakugou was not having that. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down until you had no choice but to rest your weight on his face. 

“Wait, you could hurt yourself,” you protested breathlessly. 

He only laughed, his hot breath teasing your aching cunt. He sat still under you for a few minutes letting you get adjusted to the feeling of his touch, and it let him soak in the sight of you above him. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your thighs. Not wanting to move too fast he first places a few sloppy kissing along with your inner thigh, giving you ample time to mentally prepare for his mouth on your cunt. 

You try to stop yourself from shaking but it was impossible. It had been months since someone had touched you and to have Bakugou beneath you, ready to worship your body, was almost too much for your brain to process. 

Bakugou’s mouth teased your other thigh before settling on your already soaking wet pussy.

“That’s my good girl, already wet for me. This pretty pussy knows who it belongs to, but does its owner?” 

“Bakugou stop talking to my pussy and get to work,” you growl. 

“Tsk, when did you become so greedy?” The hands on your thighs shift around until they were able to spread open your sex giving him complete access to you.

“You are lucky I miss this just as much as you do or I would tease you for hours. Tie your ass to the bed and not let you leave until neither of us could move.” 

You rock your hips trying to egg him on, “Sounds to me like you are all talk.” 

The hands on your thighs tighten forcing you to put all your weight onto his face. You try to pull yourself up, not wanting to suffocate your boyfriend but he refuses and goes straight for the kill. His soft wet tongue drags a straight line up the slit of your cunt, gathering up your juices. 

Your hands abandon the headboard and thread through his hair. Bakugou groaned, settling into feasting on your cunt. His soft lips slide through your folds, looking for your hidden button. 

“Ah please Bakugou,” you beg, “it feels so good.” 

You could feel his smile against your skin before his mouth latches onto your throbbing clit, dragging it into his mouth. 

While his lips teased your clit, one hand left your thigh to snake around under you. You lurch forward as two thick fingers slip through your folds, wetting themselves in your slick before they gently press at your entrance. 

Your hips buck away from the combined sensations fearing to be too much but Bakugou was not having it, he strengthened his hold on your thighs and pushed you down on his fingers. You sob at the feeling of being stretched, it had been so long the burn was more intense than normal. 

“Fuck baby you are so tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” he groaned. 

“Bakugou,” you whined. “You can’t just say things like that.” 

He releases your clit with a pop, “Like what? Like how I want to feast on this pussy until you are all I can taste for weeks. Like how by the time I am done with you, you will be a sobbing mess that I will have to take care of. Just listen to this sloppy pussy take my fingers. Fuck baby people would kill for even a sliver of this cunt but too bad for them it is all mine.” 

You shove a fist in your mouth to stifle a loud moan. The last thing either of you needed was someone barging in. 

Bakugou pulled your aching bud back between his lips and got to work. The two fingers inside you started to pump, curling to hit your sweet spot each time they were inside you. His delicious tongue flicked up and down on your clit driving you mad. 

Trusting you would not run away he releases your other thigh and reaches under your shirt. His large hand stroked up your stomach, caressing the skin there before latching onto one of your nipples. He pinches the soft peak between his fingers, rolling it until it pebbles. You arch your back into his hand and start to rock your hips wanting more. 

Bakugou moans into your cunt, able to tell you were growing lost in the pleasure. He loved it when you were too engrossed with feeling good to care about anything except him. 

Looking down in between your legs you could see his light blonde hair peeking out from the apex of your thighs and had a devilish idea. 

“Bakugou stick out your tongue,” you order. 

He releases you from his mouth and looks up, his chin soaking with your juices, “What?” 

“Stick out your tongue, like this,” You show him with your own mouth. 

A spark of recognition flashed in his eyes and he smiled. Good, he liked the idea too. With no delay, his tongue stuck out of his mouth. You reach down and spread yourself open, settling back over Bakugou’s eager tongue. His fingers abandon you in favor of holding onto your ass while you dig your fingers into his hair. 

With both of you settled you slowly begin to rock your hips, riding his tongue. You start off slowly, watching closely for any sign Bakugou was not comfortable but judging by his growl of pleasure you would say he is just fine. 

A red hot warmth started to grow in the lower half of your body, slowly spreading its tingle to your lower belly. Fuck, the image of Bakugou beneath you, letting your ride his face was almost too much to process. 

“Oh god Bakugou,” you moan. “Please, it feels so good.” 

He could only groan in response, his mouth too busy bringing you to your peak. When you looked down at him between your legs you could only see his bright lust filled eyes. They were intensely watching you fall apart. 

White spots started to grow in your vision and you increase the speed of your thrusts. The fingers in his hair tighten, now holding onto him for dear life. It only took a few more rocks of your hips before the white spots grew into a blinding white light.

Overwhelming waves crashed into you, sending glorious pleasure pulsing through you. Your body was not your own as the electricity ran through you making every muscle grow taunt and release in a never-ending cycle. 

Bakugou redoubled his effort, not letting you even finish your first peak before he was building you up to another. The idea that you would feel that pleasure again was enough to make you mad. 

His fingers slipped into your clenching entrance and curled forward, teasing your sweet spot. His lips returned to your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth and lashing at the tender bud with his tongue. 

You release his hair, afraid you will rip it out, and hold onto the headboard as all the clenching tension finally releases, sending you spiraling. Loud wanton moans ripped from your throat and you could do nothing to stop them. 

Bakugou toyed with you until you could no longer hold yourself upright. Only then did he gently lift you off his face and down onto his lap. You slouch over and rest your forehead on his shoulder. The world around you was fuzzy, your mind still reeling from how hard you finished. 

“Wait, Bakugou you are not supposed to be lifting anything!” You yell when your mind finally returns to reality. 

“Tsk, I already told you I am fine.” 

You fought the urge to slap him, “You idiot what if you had busted open your stitches!” 

“You did not seem too worried about that when you were rubbing your cunt on my tongue.” 

“Well, obviously I was not thinking straight,” you mumble. Damn him for being right. 

Bakugou gives you a sly smile, “You know I am feeling a little sore.” 

Regret slams into you, “Damn it Bakugou, I was worried this would happen. Where are you hurting.”

His hips thrust upwards forcing his rock-hard cock against your ass. “Right there baby.”

You flick your finger against his forehead, “I was really worried you asshole.”  

“But it aches, won’t you make it feel better?” 

“You are lucky you are hot,” you whisper into his ear before carefully descending his body. You settle in between his legs, pulling down the blankets to free his cock. 

You have to stop and stare at it. Everything about your boyfriend had to be perfect. His cock was long and proud, resting on his stomach with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair at the base. His cock had one large vein running up the length of it, pulsing with each heartbeat. God, you wanted to trace that vein with your tongue. 

Reaching up you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He was so warm on your hand, like your own personal space heater. You shuffle your body to get your mouth a little close to his cock and then before he could say anything bring the head of his cock into your mouth. 

His reaction was instant, his hands shot down to grab at the sheets beside your head. You could feel his hips flex under you as he fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth. 

Feeling emboldened by his reaction you relaxed the muscles in your jaw and took more of his length into your mouth. His salty flavor spilled across your tongue as he started to release pre-cum. Your poor baby had gone too long without any attention. 

Redoubling your effort you bring up your free hand and wet it with your spit. Reaching under your busy mouth you slide your finger down until you find Bakugou’s tight entrance. 

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?” Bakugou growls, grabbing your wrist. 

You let his cock fall out of your mouth and look up innocently, “I am making you feel good baby, just lay back and relax. I promise this will feel good.” 

He looked conflicted but slowly the iron-clad grip on your wrist loosened enough to set you free. Not waiting for him to change his mind you begin to circle his hole with your wet finger. Before you could even try to push your finger forward you needed him to relax. You return to teasing his aching cock with your mouth, sucking on his tip just the way he likes all the while circling your finger around his hole, waiting for him to relax enough for you to slip it in. 

As you take another inch of him into your mouth you could feel him relax enough to slip your finger slip past the tight ring of muscle. You could feel Bakugou tense so you did not move the finger forward, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. 

With your tongue on his dick it was easy enough to distract him as you slowly inch your finger in. Once you went in far enough you twist your finger around, looking for a soft spongy spot inside him. A sharp thrust up into your mouth signaled you had found exactly what you were looking for. 

“What the fuck,” Bakugou groaned, his hands going to hide his face. You smirk, finally, you were the one driving him insane. 

You benign to move your hand and mouth on his cock in time with your finger in his ass. Small pathetic whines were leaving Bakugou’s mouth and you felt like a god. You were so engrossed in bringing him pleasure you had no time to think about anything else. 

You could hear his breathing begin to grow more labored and his cock grow even harder in your mouth. “Fuck, baby I am going to-” Was the only warning you had before his cum shot to the back of your throat. 

You swallow his release down, making sure to ease your hold on his cock, now only gently pumping your hand and finger to lengthen his orgasm. 

Slowly the pulsing of his cock stopped and you released him from your mouth, wiping the spit on your chin off with the back of your hand. You could not help but smile as you watched Bakugou slowly come back into the real world with a beautiful dazed look on his face. 

He slid his hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his eyes, “Where the fuck did you learn that?” 

“Being away from you for this long made me desperate so I watched a couple of videos to make it easier.” 

“Right,” he said breathlessly, “You need to show me that shit later if it taught you that.”

You laugh, “Gladly. Now lay down you need your rest.” 

Bakugou tilts his head, “What the hell do you mean rest? I have not been away from you for too long, I can rest later. Now I am going to get my cock into that tight pussy.” 

“Bakugou you just finished.” 

“So,” he thrusts his hips up, rubbing his already erect cock against your ass. 

“How?” You ask in amazement. 

“I have been fantasizing about fucking you for months baby. Did you really think once would be enough to satisfy me?” 

Without waiting another minute his hands grab into your hips and lift you up. Lining your entrance up with the tip of his cock. In a flash you involuntarily tense your body, the memories of that night rushing back into your head. No, no, no, not now, not when you were so close to being one with Bakugou again. 

His bright red eyes meet yours as he feels you tense. Fuck, why did you always mess everything up, this was all your fault. Why could you not just be normal, that is what he deserved a nice normal happy girl. 

“Hey,” Bakugou whispered softly. “Talk to me, what is wrong.” 

You wanted to keep your lips shut, to pretend that everything was fine but that would be lying. You never wanted to lie to him. 

“I can’t stop thinking about Mimic. One minute I am fine and the next he is all I can see.” 

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, “You were fine with what we did earlier? What triggered it?” 

You shake your head, “It is different every time. It is just hard for my mind to differentiate from my Bakugou and the one Mimic made.” 

“So call me Katsuki.” 

“Huh?” 

“If you are having a hard time with there being two Bakugou’s, then try calling me Katsuki. That way there is at least one easy way to tell me apart from him.” 

“You want me to call you by your first name?” 

His eyes softened, “Yeah baby, I want you to call me by my first name.” 

“Katsuki,” You test his name out, loving how it feels on your tongue. You watch his face to see his reaction and see lust fill his gaze. Oh he liked it.

You start to whisper his name over and over again, like a prayer to remind yourself you were no longer under Mimics thumb. You were with the man who would kill anything that tried to hurt you.

“If you keep saying my name like that baby I am going to fuck you,” Katsuki growled into your ear.

Oh would he now? You wiggle your hips, teasing the head of your cock with your dripping slit. Pulling him in close you whisper one little word, “Katsuki.”

“You asked for it,” He laughed, hauling your hips back up until they hovered over his cock.

The hands on your hips gripped down with bruising force and his cock slipped into your entrance. All the play from earlier had left you more than prepared enough to take his length. The familiar burn started as his cock sank deeper inside you, opening you wide for him.

“By the time I am finished with you, this tight cunt is going to be fucking dripping in my cum. I am going to fill you to the fucking brim.”

A low groan was your only response he bottomed out inside you, his cock leaving no space unfilled. You could damn near feel him in the back of your throat. Normally he would be the one to initiate thrusting but you were growing too impatient.

Bracing your hands on his chest, careful to avoid his bandages, you lift your hips up until only the tip of his cock was inside. Then you slam your hip down, marveling at the feel of him entering you again.

His cock was perfect for hitting all the sweet spots inside you. Not wanting to be left out Katsuki grab ahold of your ass and uses his own strength to strengthen each thrust.  

You look down to where you both were joined and almost came on the spot. The sight of his cock pistoning into you was mind-shattering. He looked like a god beneath you. His large muscles building with effort, the thick veins in his arms standing elevated.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his bright red eyes filled with determination. “Right now you are mine, that means the only thing you are allowed to think about is me. About how good my cock feels splitting you open. Is that clear?”

You weakly nod your head, too overwhelmed to speak. A soft smile spreads across his face, “That is my baby, so good for me.”

His praise felt like a caress on your skin. You needed to distract yourself or this would end too soon. You lean forward and press your lips onto his. His tongue glided along the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You happily opened your mouth allowing his tongue to slip inside. The taste of his spit was mixed with your own flavor, and you still had some of his taste on your tongue. The combined flavor was so fucking lewd and hot.

The familiar tingled started to grow in your pussy, you were not going to last long. The muscles in your legs begin to tremble making your thrusts grow sloppy. Katsuki was not having it. His hips rose to meet yours, forcing your body to endure even more pleasure all the while he toyed with your mouth.

It all became too much, the different sensations all worked together to drive you up, higher and higher you were climbing until it was hard to even breathe. Then, just like that, all the pressure released sending you spiraling.

Your pussy clamped down on his cock, forcing Katsuki to erupt. The thought of him filling you only lengthened the brutal pleasure filling your mind. There was no room in your mind for anything but him. You had no care in the world but him just like he ordered. 

As the pulses of pleasure slowed you were able to finally catch your breath. You both laid still in each others arms for a few minutes, letting you come slowly back to earth. Of all the times the two of you fucked this definitely had to be in the top three. Though they did say that makeup sex was the best. 

“How are you feeling?” Katsuki asked, his voice rough. 

You rest your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “I feel good.” 

He places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you think you are ready for me to come home?” 

You take the time to think about it. Having him back in your life did not set off fear like it used to. Instead, it made you feel warm inside. You looked forward to going to bed with him instead of dreading it. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, I am.” 

The arms around your waist tighten pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. You snuggle in closer, getting comfortable. Katsuki would never admit it but lying here with you in his arms safe and happy was one of the happiest moments in his life. 

Neither of you was healed from what had happened but you refused to push him away again. You will get past what happened and you will do it with him by your side. 

[spice-chan]

Legally Incapsulated

yandere!Bakugou Katsuki x darling!reader

In a different, dystopian world, yanderes are allowed to run rampant and they make up 15 percent of the population. It gets a little interesting when Bakugou, a protective yandere falls for you, a taken darling. 

warnings: dystopian society (ig?), yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, reader has a bit of an early stockholm syndrome kinda thing, blood and near death, captivity. 

also hi, i came back from the undead with an update. 

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Bakugou laid on the ground, bleeding profusely, cold and alone. The red liquid soaked through his clothes, painting him as an ugly manifestation of destruction and death. However, he did not welcome the latter yet, clinging to-hanging tooth and nail to the threads of life.

What cruel irony. To be dumped somewhere so public, yet at a time when no one would bother to come. To have the Hero hanging onto the hope that someone would visit the park at three in the fucking morning. 

A brutal fight between him and a particularly vicious villain ended in Katsuki suffering not only the humiliation of defeat but injuries that will do him in soon enough from blood loss. All alone, with no back-up, Katsuki suffered possibly the worst defeat of his life, for it might cost him that very same thing. Fucker attacked him after he finished his night shift too when no reporters or anyone would be around, knocking Katsuki out and dumping him in a public park just for the mockery of it. 

His head felt light and doozy, and he was starting to succumb to the feeling sucking him in when he heard a gasp amidst the fog. 

With what little stamina he has left, he turned around, sharp red eyes spotting a petite woman heading towards him. 

You quickly got to his spot beneath a tree, crouching down and inspecting him, your warm eyes becoming horrified at the blood pool. 

“Oh no, what happened here?! No matter. I’m going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be ok.” You reassured, or tried to, for the words coming out of your mouth could only be taken as self-assurance when one notices the dampness of your eyes. He tried to concentrate on what you were doing, but the next time he was aware of what was happening around him was when you clutched his hand tight with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna be ok.” 

He sure hopes he will be now. 

“What’s your name?” 

Despite the haze covering, his red eyes zeroed on you, calmly taking you in despite the battered state he was in. You froze. 

You stammered, heart hammering as you finally had another person's attention for once. It should’ve made you really ecstatic, but it just made you feel like you were naked on live TV. 

“It’s um-“ you nibbled on your lip as if unused to your name, Katsuki just got lost in the dainty, delicate sound of your voice. 

And when you said your name, as if testing foreign words on your tongue for the first time, he couldn’t help but think it suited you. 

So pretty. 

Honestly, if the sight of you is the only thing he’ll see before dying, he’ll be content. Your hand remained in hold his, your warmth travelling to his frigid hand and warming his very soul. 

But the sound of ambulance sirens broke him out of his trance, and you too, it seems. For you broke away from him in fright, he had to hold back from grabbing you and keeping you close. He would, had he not been injured. 

“Whe-where are you going?” He asked brokenly, desperate to keep the angel that saved him close. You shook your head, frightened and frantic. Looking at the time, and seemingly getting further and further. 

“I’m sorry-I—I’ve got to go. I’m gonna late, I’ll get punished if I’m late.” 

His heart sunk with every syllable you uttered, feeling a pain he had never felt before, something not tangible enough to be compared to injuries and not comprehensible enough for a man like Katsuki to express. 

You’re a darling. 

You’re someone’s darling.

By the time the ambulance rolled in and took him, you were long gone…

But not for long. 

……………...

Katsuki Bakugo: Yandere. 

Classification: Protective

Darling: Unregistered 

In a world where yanderes are allowed to go rampant with their love, an ordinary citizen doesn’t know when they’ll become trapped by a person who claims to ‘love them unconditionally’. Thus making them a darling. And from the moment that label is put on them, the law ceases to help them and they become entirely at their yandere's mercy. 

Yanderes are often separated into their schools and housed in their specified yandere classification ranging from obsessive, possessive and protective, and if a person overlaps two during their classification test they get reign into which house to go to. At UA, the houses are split between those three types and are equally split. 

Katsuki, who scored rather high in both protective and obsessive traits, chose to go with the protective unit where he met Kirishima, who’s currently blabbering on about nothing in Katsuki’s hospital room. 

“You barely made it man, I still can’t believe it. One can never be too careful these days.” He said, for the hundredth time. Katsuki was topless, the nurse having just finished bandaging his wounds. The stark white stood out against his chiseled, muscular front, it had every nurse swooning but he only had one thing on his mind. 

You. 

Where were you? Who were you? Did you really have a yandere? How can he take you away now? 

No, he doesn’t like you. He’s just curious. 

He’s survived this long without a darling. He doesn’t need one, contrary to popular societal belief. 

When babies are three, they undergo tests and scans to see whether they have OLD, obsessive love disorder, which is something about 15 percent of the population suffers from. 

They go to their own schools and such, but their identity as yanderes won’t be revealed to the general public, making it easy for yanderes to take their darlings by surprise when the grand reveal comes. 

Katsuki himself attended a yandere oriented hero school, but what the public doesn’t know is that the acceptance rate is so low because only yanderes are accepted. Yanderes rarely, but not never, go for other yanderes so it poses as less of a distraction. 

And so, the talented in the 15 percent of Japanese yandere are carefully picked and honed. 

And the separation only proves something. That darlings are a distraction. He won’t be like other wanderers, he’ll get a hold of himself. 

…………..

Y/N L/N: Darling

Under yandere of classification: Obsessive

Yandere name: Nagisa Mura

Katsuki ground his teeth, red orbs staring viciously at his computer screen. Hypothesizing and being faced with the fact that you do belong to someone else. The distraction, unneeded angel who fell from heaven just to save him. 

Poor you, he bets that piece of shit doesn’t treat you as good as he could. 

After looking further into you, he found several allegations of sexual assault made towards Mura that got completely dropped after he captured you. 

A flash of searing pain made Katsuki jerk back, narrowly missing scorching his screen to smithereens. 

He...he hurt you. The fucker hurt his angel, his princess...he hurt you, he hurt you, he hurt you. 

He thought of your pretty, kissable lips, making unsure, clumsy movements as you tried to vocalise your name. 

No, Katsuki has to have you. He needs to save you. It’s the only way for both of you to be happy at this point. 

And this, spurred on a thorough check at your yandere, and Katsuki delved so deep that when he found what he wanted, he couldn’t help but break out into a lopsided, sinister grin. 

………………

Nagisa burrowed his face in your neck, breathing in your scent while you sat still and rigid, not wanting to move away and risk his sanity flying away. 

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, suddenly attentively look at you with his cat-like, loving, sick eyes. Your heart palpitated in fear for a second before you nodded. 

“Oh, where did you go? You...didn’t talk to anyone right?” Your heart erratically hammered, thinking that he might’ve somehow found out you did, and even told him your name. You shook your head at the speed of a sewing machine, then thought that might’ve perhaps been too aggressive to be convincing. 

“I didn’t. I walked to the park and came back home.” 

He sighed in satisfaction at that, moving his dark bangs back to stare at you with his green hues. 

“I knew night time was a better idea. There would be no one around at this time that you can’t deal with with pepper spray. Fewer people to talk to, fewer people who see you” he was smiling, not breaking eye contact once, and with each syllable, his soft voice seemed to get more sinister and sinister. 

You only nodded, pliant as a lamb in his grip as he twisted you however he wished. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as if smelling a rare fragrant flower. 

“We’ve gotten so far since the days in the orphanage when you refused to share your dolls with me when we were five.” 

Memories. Something that should fill one with nostalgia, only filled you with an unbearable sense longing to a freer, more easy time. When you only had to worry about Nagisa bothering you during breakfast, lunchtime, movie time, sometimes worship time and wash time. 

Desperate for a sense of normalcy, you hugged him back, feeling icy cold in his embrace. 

“Nagi, what are we having for dinner?” A twinge of regret pierced you as you lowered your guard for a second. His hold became stiff, and he didn’t bother to swipe back his bangs as he flashed you a blank face. 

“You’re thinking about dinner while we hug?” 

But you knew how to deal with him better by now, deflecting his anger and turning it into something more malleable. 

“Oh no, it’s just that I feel a little dizzy. I don’t think I ate or drank well those past few days.” You paired the lie with a yawn for extra measure, and the ice of his face melted to reveal a familiar worried expression pouted lips and widened greeny eyes. 

He carefully put you down, bundling you in a blanket before he rushed to the kitchen to prepare you some food. 

The worry he harboured for your well being should’ve filled you with warmth, but instead, you were left twiddling your thumbs and rocking yourself back and forth, an unexplainable feeling of doom filled you. 

The feeling of a hand touching you caused you to spring out of your reverie in fright, but the sight of the green hues staring back at you only calmed you a fraction. He put the food in front of you, which he brought back with some vitamins because he can’t have you getting sick. 

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling incredibly stupid and useless. 

He insisted he feed you and that you go to bed early. 

But as you laid in bed, thoughts of strange red irises and their bewitching beholder swarmed your thoughts along with the fatigue. You hope he’s alright… 

You wanted to check on him, but if you asked or even implied to Nagisa that you met someone, let alone a man albeit injured or not, that he will opt to not let you out for a year again, or possibly longer this time. 

Even in his injured form, there was something undeniably feral about him, as if ready to pounce any second and gamble his chances at life if the situation called for it. It frightened you. 

You shook your head, willing comfort to return to you through the soft duvet and sheets enveloping your body. You better sleep before Nagisa comes to bed and finds you awake…

…….

Finally, Bakugou has the best reason to get that fuck arrested. And you? Poor you, you’re going to have your yandere taken away, and you can’t *just* be let free. You didn’t earn it after all. Well, you would have, had there not being a perfectly suitable yandere for you to be rehomed with. 

Heh, to think of it, you might hate him a little for this...but he’ll show you that he can treat you better, in no time, you’ll be wrapped around his finger like he’s shamefully wrapped around yours. 

Bakugou’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt when the L-word is mentioned, not noticing when his thoughts spiralled to that degree. His deranged obsession with you had been planted the moment you saved him, but Katsuki didn’t notice when he lost the wheel of his rationality to his heart. 

Yeah, sure, he did background checks on you, felt a twinge of pain when he realised you grew up in an orphanage, felt a tornado of anger when he saw the assault charges that went nowhere after that obsessive fuck captured you. Yeah, ok, he felt proud when he saw that you were the valedictorian. But… where did the stone hearted Katsuki go? Where did the one who was afraid of getting close to anyone in case his true nature shows and distracts him from his dream go? 

But then, he remembered your glassy eyes, staring at him in worry that no one ever showed towards him before, fumbling with his phone to dial the ambulance while holding his hand. Telling him he’ll be ok. 

The moment Bakugo looked in the mirror, he knew he lost. 

His cheeks were flaming hot. 

Whatever, he better start preparing your room. 

…….

It felt like preparing the room of a newborn baby, Katsuki bought enough stuffed animals and plushies to make it resemble a fluffy asylum, along with pastel pink sheets. Your name was also put on the wall, with cursive pink letters that had butterflies surrounding them.

Not to forget a dresser filled with all kinds of things you could ever desire. But his favourite was filling the closet. 

Besides adding some of his own shirts, he stuffed it with all kinds of pretty dresser and cute clothes that he can’t wait to see you wear. 

Bakugo dusted his hands, taking a sigh and looking at the finished guestroom, previously a spare but now your own room, it looked as if a sparkly fairy vomited all over it. Hopefully you’ll like it… 

He wishes you were here to see it… 

An unfamiliar sense of isolation invaded his heart, perhaps it was the realisation that he just finished a room to a person who doesn’t even live with him *yet*, or knowing what he’s missing out on with you, but he knew he desperately wanted you here. 

He wanted to protect you from the bastard who has you in his clutches

…….. 

A day later

You sat on the sofa, munching on some popcorn while you sat on Nagisa’s lap, watching anime. 

A rough knock sounded out, the sound so aggressive is sounded as if the wood itself was gonna break under the aggressive force. Nagisa tensed up, he wasn’t expecting any guests, in fact, he rarely invites anyone over. He disassociated the both of you from any acquaintances from the orphanage, and you weren’t allowed to mingle with anyone. 

He saw your curious look, even without any verbal question, but he opted to simply kiss your forehead and put you on the sofa. 

He quickly went to answer the door, but not without grabbing a dagger and hiding it somewhere discreet. 

He turned the knob, feeling his chest tighten painfully, as if sensing a near, imminent loss. 

Three aggressive, toned cops welcomed his sight as soon as the door was open. They forced their way inside, cuffing him and telling him things, words that were spoken too fast and went over his head as the only thought that went through his head aas you. 

He turned around to where he left you, but you were suddenly standing besides one of the officers, not allowed near him. No…

“According to our database, you are a yandere who has a darling. This means that she will be permanently taken away from you and handed to an eligible yandere as part of your punishment.” 

He swallowed, his gaze, which always seemed morbid to you, now looked panicked and morose, gaze moving like a boomerang between you and the officers, as if not processing what’s happening. 

“Nagisa, what have you done?” He couldn’t answer you, he couldn’t speak a word. You were leaving him, and there’s nothing that he can do. 

“Eligible yandere? But as far as I know, there’s no one after her besides me.” The thought comforted him. Maybe he’ll recapture you after he serves whatever sentence he has, even though he’ll have to do it on the down low now. It’s illegal for a yandere who had their darling taken away to go after them again. 

“Well you thought wrong. Scum” 

Bakugou felt like the star of the show, coming in to rescue his damsel and finish his quest, with you as the prize. 

Your mouth was agape, the little hope that simmered in you that you might possibly be free is now crushed, confusion coming full force in place of it. His face was all too familiar, it was the face of the man you found on death's door only a few days ago. 

Nagisa’s face blanked, turning to you with bloody accusations in his eyes, which made your vision narrow to only focus on him, afraid to make eye contact yet afraid not to. You almost felt the bile rise up your stomach as goosebumps covered your entire body at his familiar, haunting stare. 

“(Y/n)...how does he know you?” 

“I-“ you swallowed, unable to answer. Who is he? 

The dots were starting to connect in Nagisa’s head, however, instead of his chilling rage, all you got was a sad, nostalgic smile. 

“Very well (y/n), it’s ok.” You couldn’t feel relieved from his ambiguous tone. Your very gut screaming at you that something was wrong. 

And your gut was right. 

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sure of it but I’m sorry because if I can’t have you then nobody can.” In the blink of an eye, Nagisa charged at you with a dagger, with speed you didn’t know he possessed, while you were frozen in place in fear. 

However, before he could reach you, the blond, brawny man moved like the wind, catching the hand that threatened you, firing an explosion at the wrist in a show of wrath, probably giving Nagisa third degree burns, then twisting his arms behind his back and pushing him harshly into the floor. The level of strength between them was visibly imbalanced to the blondes' favour, Nagisa was by no means fit or sturdy, not at all when compared to the wall of strength in front of you. 

The officers, novices who should have expected this turn of events by all means, have proven to be useless until the very end of this spectacle, thanking the blond the blond profusely while handcuffing the hysterical Nagisa, who was taken kicking and screaming by one of the officers while one stayed behind. 

“Miss (y/n), I believe? Sorry we couldn’t prevent this unsavoury turn of events, that criminal will be locked for good, you don’t have to worry about him.” The officer tried to reassure the frightened lady in front of him, disappointed that a yandere would try to kill the person he loves. That was one of the most prohibited laws, though what can he expect from a criminal? 

“You don’t have to worry about your safety though, as it turns out, you will be rehomed with Mr Dynamight. This will serve as both a punishment for the offending yandere and a way for darlings who haven’t earned their freedom to stay with their next eligible caretaker.” 

You nodded shily, overwhelmed by the influx of information directed at you. It didn’t help that you barely spoke to anyone besides Nagisa in years. 

The officer took your agreeableness in stride, scramming quickly as he physically felt the burn of Bakugou’s stare. 

Now it was just him and you. 

“You ok?” He managed to mutter, not sure how to start a conversation with you now that he had you. 

You nodded, not facing him. Are you ok? 

You felt the moisture gathering in your eyes, making your eyes seem like gleaming crystals. 

Of course you weren’t ok. 

You just had the person who, for years, claimed they loved you, stole you against your will and forced you to adapt to a lifestyle that suited them try to kill you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but apparently your body did as it broke into a sob. 

Your shoulders shook in failing effort to try to hide yourself from him-Mr Dynamight or something, but he felt his heart clench when he heard you sniffle. 

You heard him kiss his teeth, and you had a half mind to apologise, having unfond memories of the sound, but he instead, to your surprise, brought his beefy arms around you and embraced you warmly. 

Your crying halted, head turning up to fave him with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look in your eyes, making him blush and turn away from you with another kiss of his teeth. 

“Stop crying.” 

Why did his simple gesture stop your tears? Why are you not trying to make a run for it? 

Most importantly, why do you feel something warm blooming in your chest instead of hate? 

You looked at him, trying to channel all the hate you harbored for Nagisa for this newfound captor of yours, but all you could think about is when he saved you from Nagisa’s sharp blade— how strong and capable he was, really, shouldn’t you be thankful? 

At that moment, you experienced something that never happened to you in your years of being with Nagisa. 

You blushed. 

……

 You stepped through Bakugou’s house, already having an idea of what kind of lavish place it is from the exterior, but you were nevertheless impressed. 

The place is something out of a movie, extremely different to the small and cozy apartment you lived in. Everything seemed up to date and costly. 

You didn’t notice Bakugou preening in pride at the impressed look on your face. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was seconds away from grabbing your hand in excitement as he tours you around the place. 

Still, he wanted some form of contact with you, so he opted to put a hand behind your back, excusing it as you being too slow when you turned to him with a quizzical look. 

His hand felt warm on your back. 

“This is the bathroom nearest to your room, but there’s one in your room as well.” 

Your room. It felt strangely delighting to have something be your own, when previously everything was ours with Nagisa. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn’t know whether you should try to pause to catch your breath or pick up your pace. 

“And uh, this is your room.” This time you did notice Bakugou’s redness, it was quite hard not to when his entire face was red. Of course it would be. 

The room looked like it was something out of a barbie house. Soft, pastel rugs paired with baby pink curtains. Plush, stuffed dolls littered the place, some small and some big enough to engulf you. You slowly stepped inside, unsure how to feel about this interior, until you felt your bed. It was also a gentle pink, but the catch was how featherlight soft it was, it felt silky, and the mattress reminded you of when you’d dream of sleeping on a cloud. 

“Like it?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your blessed face. That’s the first he’s seen this expression on you. He feels almost cheated, like he would have seen way more of you and learnt way more than he already knows if that piece of shit let you out. 

You hummed to him in response. 

“Good, ‘cuz it’s your nap time now.” 

“Huh?” You straightened your back, looking at him in protest. 

“But, I still have things to ask you! Plus, I don’t need a freaking nap-“ 

“Sleep now, questions later.” 

The sun was starting to dip, giving the room a warm, orange glow which did make you feel somewhat lethargic. Bakugou closed the curtains, and shut the door, but surprisingly didn’t leave your room. He pulled the covers back, gesturing for you to slip under. You were afraid for a moment that he was gonna slither his way inside as well, uninvited. But he merely sat besides your supine form. 

“Um-?” 

“I’m gonna stay here ‘till you fall asleep.” You nodded mutely, not finding a point to objecting anymore. You never have a say anyways. But, this wasn’t so bad. He put his large hand on your head, caressing it and admiring its texture, and how amazing it feels beneath his fingers. You felt his touch to be invasive at first. Who does he think he is, touching you when you don’t even know him?

But you don’t speak. You instead relax and let the stress you built up melt away, and you welcome sleep. 

…..

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the feeling of someone lately shaking you. You were disoriented, glancing around the fluffy place in confusion, your eyes looking adorably lost and confused. 

“C’mon dumbass. It’s time for dinner.” 

Oh, right, you were living with him now. 

“I put the clothes you’re gonna wear on your bed, and here are your slippers.” You glanced on the bed, seeing a comfy looking white, silky pyjama dress slippers at the foot of your bed. 

“Ok.” You nodded, “I got it.” 

He gave you one final final intense look leaving your bedroom. 

…….

In the dining room, Bakugou had already set everything up. He made your favourite food, lit up some candles and sat down, anxious glancing at the door and waiting for you to appear. Will you like it? Will you ask him questions? Do you enjoy living with him so far? 

If the answer to some of those questions is no, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He does know that you aren’t going anywhere though. 

You quietly walked in, feeling the tension increase with each step you took. 

You spied the contents on the table, salivating at the smell of your favourite food like a starved ogre, not even bothering to grimace at the memory of Nagisa’s poor attempt at making it. 

Bakugou was salivating as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t look away from your exposed skin, staring creepily as if he’s never seen a leg before. 

The meal was consumed with awkwardness, neither party breaking the ice. You were afraid of confrontation, of asking too many questions and receiving nothing but anger and resentment in return. He seems so much nicer than Nagisa, you didn’t want him to hate you. 

The silence reigned, and the dishes were cleared away and being washed by Bakugou, who insisted you stay near him but also insisted you stay unoccupied. 

Every moment that passed felt like a moment lost, and you kept summoning your courage, but the words just wouldn’t leave your mouth. Maybe you should build up to what you really wanted to ask instead of jumping straight to it. 

You saw his red eyes sneakily glancing at you, rapidly leaving your form when you noticed him, causing his ears and face to flush. 

“So um, what do you do?” he quirked an eyebrow, looking at you strangely while his movements didn’t pause. 

“You-you don’t know?!” he exploded, looking at you in disbelief. You just shook your head like a deer caught in headlights. 

Oh, that shit must’ve not let you watch TV much. 

“I’m a pro hero.” 

Your eyes widened in wonder, the decadence of the place suddenly making sense. 

“Cool! What’s your quirk?” he ditched the dishes, excitedly showing you his quirk and explaining how it works, delighted at your cute smile and interest in him. The air felt charged and lively, and maybe that’s what led you to ask the questions that have being nagging at you. 

“So um, how did you-uh, how did you even find out anything about me?” 

Your heart dropped when you saw the excitement on his face disappear, his usual scowl in place of it. 

“You told me your name, that’s all I needed to know. I never stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you, I tried but I couldn’t. If even someone as strong as me can end up on death's door, then what would happen to you? I couldn’t just leave you.” At this point, he was caressing your face, looking at you with love stricken eyes. You were reminded of who you were talking to, you were talking to a Protective yandere, who took you. 

You didn’t have to ask anything else really, pandora’s box opened, and everything you weren’t previously privy to is now made obvious to you. 

“It sickened me though, knowing you actually fucking belonged to someone else. So how could I leave you? I had to save you like you saved me.” he had both of his huge hands on your face, looking at you with pure insanity, love, adoration and bloodthirst swirling and mixing in his irises. He was a yandere, he was the person every ordinary person should fear, he has you in his clutches, you should be trying to escape and regain your freedom, you saw first hand how easily capable of hurting you he could be if he wanted… So why weren’t you scared?

[rocorambles]

Beginning of Forever

Pairing: Iwaizumi x Reader x Oikawa

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Greek Mythology AU, Poseidon!Iwaizumi, Zeus!Oikawa, Kidnapping, Non-Con/Rape, Non-Con Drugging, Attempted Suicide

Summary: You learn the consequences of rejecting a god.

It only makes sense that when the two gods meet, they meet on Earth, the middle ground between the sky and the sea. A neutral space where they can throw off the responsibilities and weight of being Zeus and Poseidon. A free for all zone where they can pretend to be as human as they possibly can, donning the names Oikawa and Iwaizumi as they challenge each other, seeing who can seduce more mortals, indulging in carnal pleasure.

The competition is always stiff between the two of them, equally overwhelming crowds naturally flocking towards the two men. They never can decide on a clear winner in the writhing, moaning mess of naked bodies sprawled across their hotel room. Counting is the last thing on their minds as they toy with mortals, bringing them to delirious levels of pleasure unlike anything they’ve felt before. The details don’t seem important as they stick their cocks in the countless warm holes aching for them. And as they finally sit back and relax, watching as a few insatiable lustful humans go at it with each other while the others slump in exhausted post-coital bliss around them, Iwaizumi and Oikawa smirk at each other.

Another successful conquest. Just more proof of where humans are on the totem pole compared to gods like them. Mere playthings for them to have fun with.

So imagine their shock and annoyance when they meet you on their latest venture to the mortal world and you don’t spare either of them even a second glance, eyes brushing past their figures blankly before you turn to a bartender and order a drink, back turned to them as you walk away.

Maybe you just don’t appreciate the already swarming crowd forming around them. Maybe you think that they wouldn’t spare you a glance when they already have so many people vying for their attention.

They take pity on you, going out of their way to make the first move, approaching you, gracing you with their full attention.

So imagine the fury in chocolate brown eyes, the hardened edge in green eyes, when you brusquely wave them away from you as if they’re nothing but annoying bugs flitting around you.

The. Fucking. Audacity.

Neither god has ever been completely graceful about being denied, rejected, or told no, even if it came from another deity. So to come from a worthless mortal, a speck of dust in their lengthy existence? Unacceptable.

The gods always get their way.

You learn that the hard way when your surroundings suddenly change, the background noises of music, voices, and glasses fading to nothing, the dark ambiance replaced by pristine white and blues, shimmering seashells and pearls, and the crowd around you gone, leaving only two familiar faces left staring back at you.

Your first guess is drugs and you curse yourself, fear building inside of you as you try and think back on when someone could have possibly slipped something in one of your drinks. Anxiety has you scrambling away from the two men who just impassively continue observing you, green eyes curious, brown eyes amused. And even as you turn around and race away from them as fast as your shaky legs can take you, you can feel those burning eyes on you, waiting, watching.

You almost sob in relief when you see a doorway ahead of you, praying that despite the hallucinatory imagery swirling around you that this is real, that you’ve found your escape. And you prepare your lungs, ready to scream for help the second you step outside. But as you open your mouth the same time the door flings open wide, water crashes around you, overflowing all your open orifices, soaking you, drowning you, until you feel nothing except the accelerating drum of your frenzied heart.

All you can think as your vision goes dark is that this feels all too vivid, all too real.

Dazzling white blinds you as your eyelids flutter open and you wonder if this is heaven, if you’ve passed on. If only you knew how wrong and right you are. Not that the knowledge will do you much good, as Oikawa is eager to show you. Iwaizumi snorts at how Zeus radiates with dark glee, handsome face twisting in something cruel as he revels in your almost tangible fear that permeates in the air when he reveals exactly who they are and the consequences of your disrespect. He’ll never fully understand his fellow god’s obsession with these silly mental and emotional games, but he can be patient and let Oikawa have his fun before they both indulge in you.

After all, meat is always so succulent after being tenderized and marinated.

Oikawa’s always loved the surge of power he feels at being the reason a sweet little thing’s heart races, pupils blown wide in fear, sparkling watery gems forming in eye ducts. And all this just from revealing his name. Zeus. It’s not the joyous worship he’s used to from the old world, but there’s a certain reverence in the way his title incites recognition in you, the way he sees an unbeliever like you finally forced to faith.

He’s not as much of a fan of the way you still shy from him, hands futilely trying to keep him at arms length from you as he insistently approaches you. But he understands. You’re scared. You don’t know how to worship and love him yet. You’re still a new believer.

So it’s up to him to guide you.

You’re not the first terrified and reluctant follower he’s met and Iwaizumi watches in appreciation as Oikawa uses a blend of force and sway to have you bend to his ways. It’s always fascinating to see how pleasure and fear intertwine and mingle in humans and Iwaizumi can feel his arousal grow as you can’t stop the litany of moans forced from your mouth, can’t stop the sticky river beginning to trickle from between your legs despite the way you cry and beg to be released.

Humans really are such simple creatures so vulnerable to their base desires. Even cornered and hopeless, you writhe and wantonly groan as Oikawa’s mouth and hands thoroughly touch every part of you, back arching and eyes rolling back when his cock easily slips inside your drenched cunt. You don’t want to feel good. You shouldn’t feel good. Yet you can feel a familiar coil tightening inside of you with every slide of his shaft against your walls and when he forces you to gaze into those hungry eyes and orders you to cum, you obey.

You’re so malleable, so well-behaved, by the time Iwaizumi finally has his way with you. It’s hard to believe you’re the same arrogant woman who dared to turn them away when you easily let him spread your legs, not even bothering to hide how lost in pleasure and desire you are, clenching around his cock and begging for more, more, more. And Iwaizumi almost feels a pang of regret, wishing you had a bit more fight and resistance left in you, not as into the mindless sex doll appeal Oikawa enjoys.

But he’s not disappointed when the haze of sex fades and the fire returns to your eyes, fueled even more by disgust at yourself and them for the night of decadence. And he laughs when you lash out at them, vicious scathing words dripping like venom from your lips, claws sharpened and ready to strike. It’s his turn to break you apart and he relishes in the way your nails painfully attempt to pierce his skin, the way your eyes glow in their rage.

He’s not Oikawa and you learn that the hard way. He knows what this is. He’s not arrogant enough to believe you truly want this, that you’ll ever want this. But he doesn’t care. If anything it only excites him more, the way you ferociously fight him. And he grunts in pleasure as he pins you from behind, forcing your head into the ground as he thrusts into your raised and exposed ass, marking and claiming you inside and out, treating you like nothing more than a prized animal.

It’s disarming and overwhelming how different and similar the two are, your mental barriers unable to keep up and adapt to their various approaches. You try to resist, try to look for ways to escape your luxurious prison deep under the ocean surface. But you find your resolve crumbling, find yourself craving Oikawa’s filthy demeaning words, find yourself waiting expectantly for Iwaizumi’s more physical proof of ownership. And when you look in the mirror one day and see yourself covered in bite marks and blooming spreads of purple, black, blue, and red, you sob, unable to recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your resistance has been laughable as of late and Iwaizumi sighs as Oikawa gloats, taking bets on how many more days it’ll take before you completely break and accept your place, before you grovel on your knees and beg to please them and praise them. How much longer until you become a true believer?

But it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to excitedly smile when he senses you attempting to leave his domain once again, in desperate pursuit of a watery end. And he chuckles at the irritated tsk from the god beside him as he leisurely takes his time to forcefully rescue you from the liquid flooding your lungs.

“You have some work to do on your seduction skills, brother, if she'd rather die than be with us for a second longer.”

Darkness has never felt so welcoming and you bask in the feeling of your consciousness fading to black, finding peace even as your lungs ache and burn from lack of oxygen. But you thrash as much as you can while submerged when a pair of strong hands grab you, wailing in denial as air rushes through your heaving body.

“Oh, darling. You didn’t think you could escape us that easily did you?”

A handsome face crowned by wavy brown locks sweetly smiles at you and dismay numbs your body, making your limbs heavy, your mind blank. And you just dumbly stare back as Iwaizumi moves behind you, lifting a golden goblet to your lip, submissively sipping whatever he offers you, thinking it’s just water to help clear your mouth of the salty ocean still clinging to your senses. But what you aren’t expecting is the unnatural warmth that floods you, has you gasping and contorting, only Iwaizumi’s reassuring hold and Oikawa’s voice grounding you throughout the chaos.

“Ambrosia…”

You can hardly believe your own word as you voice it outloud. A nectar meant only for the gods. A substance created for longevity and immortality.

Oikawa coos as hot tears run down your face when realization sinks in, when the promise of a lifetime and more, of forever, settles in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry. We knew this would be a difficult change for you, so we added something else to the ambrosia to help ease you into things. Can you feel it?”

And you do feel it, whimpering and moaning as the aphrodisiac they had mixed with the fragrant beverage streams through you, nipples hardening, pussy aching and dripping, staining the ground underneath you that you find yourself helplessly grinding against for delicious friction and relief.

You shake your head side to side as both gods surround you, but as the hard toned planes of their chests press against you, any resistance disappears and you greedily rub your tingling buds against Oikawa’s bare skin, hands clinging onto broad shoulders, back arching as you shake your ass against Iwaizumi’s hardening cock.

Oikawa’s cruel laughter fills the air, but you don’t have it in you to feel a shred of humiliation, not when everything feels so good, so addicting, and you plead for more even as he mocks you, his fingers meanly twisting and pinching your nipples, sneering at how well you’re responding, how you were made to be used for all of eternity. And how can you even argue against him as you’re forced over the edge again and again, cumming with seemingly every simple touch, body jolting in pleasure with even just a brush of his fingertips?

Is this what it means to be fucked silly? To succumb to lust? You don’t know how much longer you can survive, how much longer you’ll be yourself when they’re through with you, if they’re ever through with you. And you sob in fear? Overstimulation? Overwhelming desire? You don’t know.

You don’t know anything except for the way two cocks stretch you more than you’ve ever thought possible. You don’t know anything except for the joy of having your two holes stimulated, stuffing you full of sticky warm spurts. You don’t know anything except the intoxicating smell of musk, sweat, and sex as your face is shoved between strong thighs, your nose and mouth forced to clean the mess you’ve made of their shafts and balls, only for your lewd messy appearance to cause their dicks to rise in interest and start the entire process all over again.

When your head finally begins to clear, rational thoughts and shame flooding through you, it’s too late. And despite the desperate words of denial you manage to use the last of your will to utter, even you can hear the tremble in your voice, even you can’t deny the way your hips continue to bounce up and down of their own will on the two cocks still buried balls deep inside of you.

You sob as Oikawa tenderly kisses you, nuzzling his forehead against yours in a grotesque version of a lover’s touch, croaking out “no, no, no” as the goblet is held to your mouth once more, Iwaizumi’s hand warningly wrapping around your throat when you take a second too long to part your lips.

“Drink up, darling. It’s the beginning of forever.”

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi do you think you do the 4 lords reaction to finding out their GN s/o has a shadow demon that goes wherever they go and some time find the 2 of them playing board games

Hiii!! okay important note here! i decided to go a little off topic (sorry) for the purpose of a part 2 where the lord’s s/o will be an angel!! of course still gender neutral and there will be a shadow demon but the s/o will be a demon that hasn’t fully formed yet!

i’ve been really uninspired lately so this probably isn’t my best! i apologise :((

Devil or Angel? Pt.1

General HC’s

It was strange how quickly your life had changed. One morning you were just a normal villager in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere Romania and the next day you woke up from the cold dirty ground with a pair of huge dark wings and sharp nails.

You had been exploring some of the woodlands surrounding the village, looking for a water source which was running low when a dark figure came barrelling towards you. It felt like hours, when really it was only a few seconds of sharp searing pain. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the village alone.

You didn’t die however, or maybe you did? You weren’t quite sure what was happening to your body. All you knew was it must have been something supernatural to make the huge black wings appear.

“Looks like you finally woke up! Do you know how fucking boring it is just waiting for you to wake up?”

You screamed in terror at the large demonic creature floating above you. It was surrounded by a cloud of black mist with red eyes that pierced through its silhouette. It had a large wicked smile aligned with sharp teeth and a set of wings that matched your own.

Behind those eyes was something much more human however, in fact it looked rather bored.

“Who, or what are you?! And mind that language!”

The creature only laughed at you, amused by the whole situation which bothered you beyond compare.

“Well I’m a demon, if I didn’t swear you’d probably think me an angel with these playful charms I posses! And to be more specific I’m your demon, it seems you fell prey to one of the other demons condemned to this world it’s quite the tragedy really.”

You were shocked at just how easily this creature, this demon talked to you. As if it was a completely normal morning and life in the village had not changed at all.

“Oh don’t act so shocked, you medieval villagers have been worshiping my kind for a lot longer than that Mother Miranda. You’re one of us now!”

Surprisingly over time the creature, who’d you’d nicknamed “red” for their glowing eyes, was slowly growing on you. You might even call them a friend.

Sure Red was cocky as all hell and didn’t hesitate to cause trouble amongst the village but they became very protective over you and showed you the ropes on life as a demon.

Life can get kinda boring when you’re practically immortal and so you and red pass the time playing old Romanian board games and solitaire. When village life got really boring you even stooped so low to play go fish together.

A lot of the time you cause mischief in and around the village while Red was practically the devil on your shoulder, egging you on to stir the pot. The lycans were particularly enjoyable to taunt.

Regardless of everything, you couldn’t see yourself without Red and to lose them would crush you. There had been one too many nights when you’d chat about everything and nothing until you fell asleep curled up underneath your wings.

That was when you felt a protective wing curl around you, one that wasn’t your own.

“Always gotta fall asleep on me don’t you, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll have you partying all night before you know it kiddo.”

Alcina Dimitrescu

It started out as a stupid dare when Red dared you to sneak into Castle Dimitrescu and steal the Lady’s lipstick after hearing the village gossip that it was expensive.

You did not expect however to get caught in the hallway, starting straight up into the eyes of Alcina Dimitrescu, a stuttering and blushing mess. It was something that Red would tease you for until eternity ended.

After winning her favour, both you and Red were invited to stay in the Castle with Alcina and her daughters. She thought you were much better company than her brother and her affluent but gothic lifestyle totally appealed to you.

As it turns out you and Alcina had a lot more in common, both being creatures of a supernatural nature. You enjoyed the lazy afternoons curled up on the couch, a glass of maidens blood in your hand as she gentle stroked the back of her hand against your wings.

You had the finest outfits that matched your black wings perfectly and everything was tailor made so you were comfortable.

Red taught you how to fly so you were able to use your wings to be at eye level with Alcina which was perfect for hugs and kisses.

It turns out that Red is a great babysitter for the girls and keeps them entertained with hunting maidens and chasing them around the Castle while you and Alcina can spend some time together.

Donna Beneveinto

At first, Donna is truly scared of you and Red much like how you were in the beginning. But eventually, with the help of Angie she saw that you were not going to harm her.

You loved to spend time with Donna and watch her make her dolls or sew her dresses. Sometimes Red will come back with Angie from a day of causing trouble to find you reading to her another encyclopaedia of plants. Her head is resting on your chest and your wings are wrapped around her protectively while you read.

Your favourite thing to do together is to take Donna into your arms and fly to the top of the mountain where the waterfall begins and watch the sunset together. She’ll always have a deathly grip on your hand the whole time even though you’ve reassured her that you’d never drop her.

One time when you leaned in and gave her a kiss, a rather loud noise was heard from the corner and interrupted you.

“EWWW you guys are too cute!! All that lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”

Red is standing to the side with Angie on their shoulder who is sitting there making her own dramatic faces. One of Angie’s wooden hands covers Red’s eyes while the other is held on her forehead as if the kiss was enough to kill her.

Besides from their comment both Angie and Red act like your wing man for your relationship with Donna. They absolutely love you two together and have set up many dates for the two of you.

Salvatore Moreau

You meet Salvatore Moreau one day when you’re at the reservoir playing hide and seek in the near by mines with Red.

As it’s your turn to hide you end up ducking between some planks to find a tv set up and a small couch. Sitting in the middle of it happens to be someone you now know as Sal.

He thought you were going to kill him at first, hiding his face in his hands but very slowly after some months he saw that you weren’t a threat.

Over this time trying to convince Sal that you weren’t going to hurt him and trying to spend more time with him, Red took the opportunity to tease you for your crush.

“I think someone’s in got a little crush hmm??”

Eventually you become very close with Sal and the two of you will playfully chase each other at the reservoir. Sal will swim just below the surface while you fly just above it and your fingers brush together just where the water meets the air.

One time when you were chasing Red around the rooftops of the old village, you slipped and fell into the water, something that your large feathery wings did not enjoy and Red had to pull you out.

You ended up bundled on the couch with Sal, a bunch of blankets around you as your wings dried out. It took forever and you ended up a giant bundle of fluffy feathers but Sal thought you looked adorable.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl caught you and Red taunting the lycans when he went to check on them at their den one day. At the site of you two he raised an eyebrow and proceeded to light a cigar.

“I think you two may be lost, don’t you know it’s dangerous out here?”

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice and you spread your wings out to be intimidating, Red’s black mist behind you adding to it.

“Indeed it is very dangerous out here, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

It was then when the three of you burst into a fit of laughter knowing that you were the strongest creatures in these woods and nothing could really hurt either of you.

Both you and Karl had a mischievous side and spent a lot of time causing trouble for his sister in her Castle.

It was fun to spend time with Karl and you both grew rather close. He even trusted you enough to let you help him on some of his plans and designs.

Red was particularly fond of the idea of killing Mother Miranda.

“Ooh when she’s gone can I have my picture put back up?! Pretty please!”

Karl designed his soldats with a red glowing chest plate that reminded him of your red glowing eyes which now matched Red’s.

While Karl will deny it forever, he’s completely in awe of you and finds you absolutely breathtaking. He can’t get over how soft your wings are and always cuddles up to you complaining that it’s cold even though it’s sweltering hot in the factory.

One day Karl took you by surprise and kissed you gently but with a degree of confidence which took him months to find. You melted into him and wrapped your arms around him securely, completely forgetting Red who’s hovering in the room.

“Guys I hate to break it to you but I’m kinda third wheeling here…”

Needless to say, Red third wheeled a lot and ended up befriend Sturm as an alternative to watching you guys make out.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

can you pls write alphabet for yandere fundy ty and ily!!!

Author's note- Little furry boi, I really want more Las Nevadas Crew request

Warnings- Obsession, Worship, mental abuse, Psychological torture, physical abuse, panic attacks (Fundy), lack of freedom, guilt tripping, and fear

Yandere Fundy Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Fundy would be very touch starved, so he would cuddle you, kiss you, and just pick you up and carry you around.

But if Fundy couldn't touch you, he would give you gifts of things you like, he'll spoil you rotten.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Fundy can be pretty messy. His main method is quite simple, he'll just slash the person in the back with his claw like nails and then claw them to death.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Fundy wouldn't want to to treat you badly, he doesn't want to be like his father, and just the thought of it makes him sick.

Fundy would treat you with respect and will respect your boundaries, but if you don't like being touched, well I'm sorry because this furry boy will NEVER let you go.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I mean, possibly touching you if you don't like being touched. Oh, and not taking you outside, he'll only take you to Las Nevadas since you two live there, but even then he'll watch you like a hawk.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fundy is pretty vulnerable, everyone basically left him, he can't loose you too. So if anyone threatened his Darling, he would fucking beat them to a pulp until someone pulls him off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Pretty disappointed, he's given you everything, besides freedom, but who needs freedom anyways when you have someone to think and do things for you. He'd most likely just lock you in your room until you behave.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This. Isn't. A. Fucking. Game. This man would go into straight fucking panic the moment he find out, he may even have a panic attack. But after that he'll calm down and using his fox sense of smell to find you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Picture this:

You just said to Fundy that he was just like his father, and that, that would break him. All of his common sense, all of his self control and all of his sympathy and empathy are all gone.

"Just like Wilbur? HAHAHAH, you think Wilbur would do something like this... Oh... I'll show you what he would do if I'm just like him!"

Fundy would pin you you down and start punching you, and they he would start to claw at your face, and he would only stop when he looks at his hands, all of it covered in blood. Fundy would look at your passed out and limp body with so much regret. He would patch you up while crying and cuddle you saying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right... I'm just like Wilbur..."

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living in Las Nevadas with no worries. No more wars, no more Dream, no more Wilbur. Just peace.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Fundy gets jealous quite easily, and when he does he starts to get rude to the person and insult them until they run off crying. If you were to ask what was that for, he'd just say that he was protecting you and that they were just going to use you for their own disgusting desires.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Pretty soft, he'd do whatever you want and treat you like absolute royalty. But don't take him for a push over, the moment he sees your taking advantage of his kindness and generosity, he'd lock you in a room with no food and no water, just so you learn that his kindness and generosity is a privilege, so treat it as such.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Fundy would be so blush around you, he would send you love letters and gifts anonymously, and would watch you when you open them, wanting to see your reaction to his gifts, seeing you happy makes him so happy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no, but he is 10x softer.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Fundy would never want to hurt you physically or emotionally on purpose, he doesn't want to be Wilbur 2.0

Key words are- Physical or Emotionally.

This man will definitely use some psychology shit on you. Have you heard of white room torture? He would definitely do that. This man would harm you mentally, but he could never harm you physically, cause whenever he sees the scars he starts to cry, seeing himself as a disgusting monster.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom and freedom of speech. God forbid you mention or say the name Wilbur around him, this man would go insane and beat you to a pulp, before regaining his composure, patching you up, and crying while cuddling you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Fundy's pretty patient, he understands that love takes time, trust, and that it can be cruel. He'll give you all the time in the world for you to love him, there's no need to worry.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to escape, he would find you within a few hours, and then drag you right back while ranting and guilt tripping you about how much pain you caused him.

Now if you died, he'd be heartbroken, he wouldn't even take care of himself anymore and would just let his nightmares consume him, and juust allow himself to wake up from those nightmares.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Fundy would know it's wrong to hold people hostage, but he just wants to protect you, they're too much bad and terrible people on this server and he doesn't want you to fall victim to them, so if kidnaping keeps you safe, then I guess that's what he must do, love hurts, but it'll be worth it in the end.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

☆PEOPLE LEAVING HIM☆ So whenevethe starts to fall for someone or befriend someone, he'd do anything for them not to leave him, but if they abuse or mistreat him, he'd drop and let them go.

Tears: How do they feel about their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Fundy would feel terrible if he made you cry, he would beg you to stop while apologizing. But if someone else made you cry, he would threaten the person.

If you were to yell at him, he may get scared since it reminds him whenever people got upset with him, mainly Wilbur, so Fudny would just back away scared before running off.

If you were to isolate yourself, he would tell you it isn't healthy and that you should talk to him if he or someone else did something wrong.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really sure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

A few things actually.

His obsession with you, if you act like you're obsessed with him, you may be able to escape.

His desperate attempts to not be like Wilbur, if you continue to assure him he isn't like Wil, you could gain his trust and escape.

Using guilt tripping against him, make him feel bad and he'll give you more freedom, then you could escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Fundy has outbursts sometimes and during those times he can't control himself, leading him to hurt you. He doesn't mean to though.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

A lot of lengths, he basically worships the ground you walk on and would do anything for your love, affection and approval.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

1 year.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Fundy doesn't want to break you, he could never live with that.

[slightlymore]

my soulmate loves wine

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

doyoung x fem reader

others: jaemin, jeno 

genre: one-shot, soulmates au, enemies? to lovers, romance, smut, fluffy tones, phone chat (there are pics of the conversation) 

warnings: tarot readings, alcohol, swearing, insults, explicit sex scenes (oral f and m, penetration, protected and unprotected - seriously, have unprotected sex only with people you trust. if you will have unprotected sex with strangers, i will manifest in the room and besides it being absolutely embrarrassing for you, i will also smack your heads together and call you stupid - bondage, rough, spanking, hair pulling, spit swallowing, slight breeding kink, use of 'slut', dom doyoung,  sub doyoung, overstimulation f and m, edging f and m, dry humping, wet humping, mouth fucking, cum swallowing, slight exhibitionism, f solo, m solo, phone sex), doyoung has a big cock too lmao (in all of my own personal readings I always get that my soulmate has a big cock for no reason and I thought it was a funny detail)

words: 17K

tag list:  @seostudios @doyochii @doodlingpizza @eboyhyunjunreblogs​ @mina-is-babie @sorrywonwoo @peterrogers15 @delphiskpoporacle @waffletaeng @wownajaemin @shimyshimykoko @doyoung-onli @chxb03 @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @hyucksie​ @neonun-au​ @cumtrov3rsy​ 

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January 1st 2:23 am 

And if he's not my soulmate, I'd rather wander alone than touching someone else's skin, I'd rather walk this earth with no hand to hold and lift me from the ground. And if I have to heal from it and accept the universe's imposed call, I'd rather suffer from my eternally open wounds. I'll fight the stars and let them burn me, I'll let them laugh at my weakest state and I'd gladly make them erase my memory of ever existing in all of the infinite lives if I have to follow Fate. 

Doyoung felt the golden letters on the book cover in front of him and raised his eyes when he heard the crystal curtain move. 

“I wouldn’t open it if I were you.” 

A middle-aged woman was smiling at him, walking towards the table Doyoung and Jaemin were sat at. 

The room became even darker but a certain comfort engulfed Doyoung when she smiled. 

“I’ve never seen a book with a poem on the cover instead of a title.” 

“A dear friend of mine made it.” 

Her expression was calm and peaceful when she eyed the book and put her hand on it, pulling it towards herself. 

“It’s beautiful,” Doyoung looked at the worn bordeaux leather. “What’s inside?” 

“I’m glad you like it. And that’s-,” she leaned in mysteriously, “-a secret.” 

As she spoke, a little candle lit up between them and the boys both flinched. 

“Wow,” Jaemin whispered. 

Doyoung blinked at the woman then chuckled once, laughing mostly at himself for being so jumpy for no reason. That place was made to look creepy but he reminded himself that it was only a facade. 

“I’m here for a reading.” Her gaze was piercing and Doyoung realized that she hadn’t stopped looking at him since she entered the room. 

“There’s a certain resistance on your part.” Doyoung tried not to snort. “Well…” I don’t believe in these sorts of things, he wanted to say, but Jaemin suddenly laughed, slamming his palm on the table and making a decent amount of colourful stones jingle on the glass table. 

Doyoung sighed. “Sorry, my friend is very drunk.” 

“You’re also drunk as fuck,” the other pointed his finger to the first’s face, poking him in the nose as he couldn’t keep his balance. 

The woman smiled kindly as if unbothered to suddenly have two obnoxious young men trying to get a reading at two in the morning.  “This is going to be a love reading. We’ll see what the Spirit wants to tell you about your soulmate.” “Actually, I’m here for a general one? Like, I don’t know-,” Doyoung tried to find his words and looked at Jaemin. “Money and sex?” the younger one suggested before they could have another laughter fit for no apparent reason. The woman kept the corner of her lips lifted as she retrieved a beautiful tarot deck. “Would you blow on this please?” Jaemin tried to open his eyes. “Blow? Of course. Doyoung is good at blowing.” Doyoung hit him with the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up. We’ll get kicked out if you continue,” he whispered amused. Or at least he tried to whisper. The boys kept giggling for a few more moments then got serious as they eyed the spread of cards in front of them. 

The woman nodded and smiled. 

Doyoung blinked at the lady then at the cards. 

"There's mystery and magic attached to this connection. The universe wants this to be a surprise. You’ve been manifesting a lot, haven’t you?” 

The young man felt suddenly very awake. 

“Uhm, no.” 

“It’s okay if you’re not honest with me. The Spirit can see your true feelings. It’s saying that if you needed a confirmation that this is real, then here it is.”

Doyoung stared at her nail, tapping at the card and wondered how many years of training she needed to be able to read people like that since he was sure that that piece of paper could not be able to tell her anything. 

Relaxing on his chair he tried to put on the most neutral expression ever then nodded. 

Okay, it meant. Go on. 

“King of cups. Your soulmate is very in touch with their emotions. They’re going to teach you how to open up more since it’s difficult for you to express what you’re feeling.” Doyoung tightened his lips before he could wrongfully deny it. On his left, Jaemin was already sleeping with his head on the table.

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January 1st 2:23 pm 

"Will we know right away that we're each other's soulmate?" 

The Lady smiled and nodded at your widened and curious eyes. 

"You have an intense soul connection. Also, you’ll know right away because sex-,” You gulped. “-is going to be the best you’ve ever had in your whole life. He’s a very fiery person and is quite domineering, I can tell it from the King of swords. He wants to dominate you in bed, maybe pull your hair? You love it. And he definitely loves your body, especially legs and chest. He worships you and he will put you on a pedestal.” 

You felt your face warm up so you put your palms on your cheeks, trying hard to process all of that information. 

The woman continued after a little giggle to herself. “He can come off a little cocky. He thinks he’s very good in bed thanks to his natural attributes but that’s just because he’s a little insecure. Maybe consider reassuring him that he’s making you feel good?” 

Your mouth was dry and you automatically nodded. 

“Wait, what do you mean with- uh-- with natural attributes?”

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Sometime in June 

“Did you hear about the guy accused of stealing because it looked like he had something in his pocket while in reality, it was his 10 inches monster?” Jaemin asked before laughing like a supervillain, head thrown back on the couch cushions, splattering spit all over Doyoung who was sitting near him with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to find a good movie to watch. 

“Yeah, it was me,” Doyoung replied with a monotone voice. 

“Oh? Doyoung made a joke? I guess I might say that you’re-- cocky?” 

Doyoung chuckled even if he tried not to. 

“Okay, since you’re in a good mood-,” the other clapped his hands once. “No.” “You don’t even know what I wanted to ask you!” Jaemin whined. “I’m busy.” “You don’t do anything all day.” “I have to take care of my monster cock-” Jaemin slapped Doyoung’s mouth to cover it. “It hurts,” he mumbled. 

“Listen. Next Sunday you’ll accompany me at the opening of a new winery. You don’t have to do anything besides be pretty and drink wine while I try to get between one of the associates’ legs.” “I knew it had to do with pussy.” “She invited me! It’s not like I can refuse. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I met her at that work meeting.” “You mean a few days ago?” “Love has no stages.” “Why do I have to come with you?” “I have two invitations. Drinking expensive wine for free? Hello? I’m doing you a favour," he spoke quickly and dramatically, clicking his fingers. “You need three invitations, for me and my co--ahi!” Doyoung giggled after Jaemin smacked him with a cushion.

_____

You had no idea you’d be having backseat sex that day and honestly, you felt highly unprepared. 

Black ripped jeans and a leather jacket, the most basic outfit one guy could have on, yet you were salivating and for once it was not because of the pizza Jeno was handing you. 

“Uhm, Houston?” he clicked his fingers in front of your face then looked into the direction you were looking. 

“The guy on the right?” he asked without batting an eye. “How did you know?” you turned your head suddenly to face him and he put the slice of pizza inside of your open mouth. Then he rolled his eyes. 

“He’s completely your type.” "I want to fuck him."

Jeno raised one eyebrow and you suddenly realized what you've just said. 

"No. I meant-," "Hey! Guy with the rabbit mask!" Jeno suddenly yelled at the group of boys sitting on the grass in front of you. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you stupid?" you pulled his arm down. "My friend here said that she wants to f-," you slammed a hand on his mouth before he could finish. "I'm going to kill you," you whispered as Jeno started to giggle. 

The Rabbit boy looked at you for a little while, tilting his head to the side, but then turned his back to you. He probably didn't hear anything and thought that you were all drunk. 

“What the fuck was that?” you whispered. 

Jeno sighed. “Y/N. You’re too shy. If you want to fuck a guy just go and do it."

You scoffed. “I’m too shy? I am not shy. I can fuck whoever I want.” “Yeah? Then fuck the Rabbit.” 

You crossed your arms on your chest and put your tongue in your cheek. 

“Can’t do it huh?” Jeno teased you. "I can. And I will." "I bet you can't." "I bet I will."

_____

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.” The Rabbit had a gulp of beer as if girls with a Moon mask approached him with bet talk every day. Then he giggled. 

“Sorry, your mask is ridiculous.” 

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see it. 

Okay, he was a douche. Did you still want to fuck him though? Yes. 

“What’s the bet about?” he inquired. 

You straightened your lips in a tight line, the sound of your pulse almost audible in the silence of the parking lot. 

“MyfriendsaidthatIwouldn’tbeabletofuckyoubecauseI’mshyandIwanttoprovetohimthatI’mnot.” 

You spitted everything out thanks to the gigantic amounts of wine you had that night and found yourself panting a little when you were done. A little voice inside your head was screaming that it was dangerous and highly inappropriate for you to behave like that but you shrugged internally and hit it in the face.

“What?” the dude asked after a beat. 

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?” 

“Nevermind,” you turned your back to him and walked away. 

“Mooney, come back here.” 

You stopped. “How did you just call me?”

The guy straightened his back and laughed under his mask. “If you want to fuck me, at least try and seduce me first.” “Aren’t you already under my spell if you’re so eager to keep going on with this conversation?” you found yourself saying. He shrugged. “I’m just bored. And don’t you want to win that bet? I guess you’re actually shy and your friend was right.” You scoffed. “I’m not gullible. You won’t make me do things only because you told me that I can’t.” “You’re here doing a thing only because your friend told you that you can’t. How is that not being gullible?” “It’s not being gullible if I’m here with that as an excuse when in reality I want to fuck you on the backseat, Rabbit.” 

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smiling as he opened the car’s door and with a dramatic gesture he invited you in. 

You walked in front of him slowly, asking yourself what the fuck you were actually doing, and he was quick to follow you inside. 

It was dark and warm and you decided to lie to yourself that the trembling sigh that escaped your lips was because you’ve been feeling cold before and not because you felt the Rabbit’s hands on your waist. You let him pull you in his lap and his palms slowly brushed your goosebumpy thighs first, then your torso, hovering over your breasts before they could grab your mask and take it away. You were breathing through your mouth and you desperately needed to see his expression upon seeing your face. With trembling fingers, you pulled the little white rabbit down and his eyes made an appearance first forcing you to inhale sharply. Masks slipping on the side, you both took in the view of each other. He did not speak a word and you didn’t either. 

“Do-,” you started unsurely, “do we know each other? Have we met before?” 

He blinked at you and you could tell he was as confused as you were. “I don’t think so,” he whispered and you finally realized how close he was. 

Like a switch, when you moved he moved as well and you roughly hit your mouths together, his hands cupping your ass and your fingers curling in his hair. It was so fast and almost painful the way you embraced each other that you wondered just how horny some wine could make you become. He grunted as you suddenly bit his neck and just that sound made your blood boil. You knew how and where to touch him and when his fingers got underneath your dress it seemed like he knew your weak spots as well. You let go of his neck and grabbed his head as your nipples disappeared inside his mouth. His lips were cold just like his touch and it made you shiver.

_____

Doyoung noticed you the exact moment you walked onto the lawn. 

Your legs were bare and he wondered why Jaemin dragged him to such a weird party. 

“Just buy whatever,” the younger said behind a black ominous mask while examining himself in the mirror. 

Doyoung hummed pensively and grabbed the white Rabbit. 

“I wanted that one too but since I’m going to see the associate lady tonight again, I thought that something less stupid would be better,” commented Jaemin.  

“So you think this is stupid?” 

“It goes well with your vibe. Buy it,” he wiggled his eyebrows and for once Doyoung just sighed and shrugged. 

“Ah come on, why are you not in a good mood tonight? We’ll have free food and alcohol tonight then free food and wine tomorrow.” 

“I really don’t feel like coming. It makes no sense to throw a party before a party. I can’t believe you tricked me into coming to two parties.” 

It was Jaemin’s turn to shrug. “These people have been travelling through all of Europe and shit. It’s their version of an afterparty. Like a rave. But it’s before the actual party and it’s on grass, with masks on and at 5 pm. You have to come.” "So there's going to be classical music and tea?" 

The cashier ringed their items quickly and Jaemin took out his wallet to pay.   “Why do you even get invited to all of these events?” Doyoung went on and added a pack of mints too. Jaemin smirked. “She likes me a lot, huh? Can’t wait to taste that sweet juicy pussy.” The cashier cleared her throat and was quick to dismiss them with her rightfully dry “have a good day”. “I just think she’s trying to gather customers for her wine. Don’t get your hopes up.” “She’ll want to gift me her wine after I’ll make her boun-”

Doyoung was so ready to accept an evening of him wandering around a party full of strangers talking in god knows what languages while his friend got it wet that when you pressed yourself on his crotch, nibbling at his neck and exhaling so deeply, he felt lightheaded. 

You were with another guy and Doyoung watched you sit down on the cushions behind his group of friends. Your nude legs got even nuder as your white dress shifted up exposing your thighs. A sudden urge to spread them invaded his mind and he had to do something with his hands instead. 

“Hey, guy with the rabbit mask!” 

Doyoung turned his head around right in time to see you smack the dude on the face. 

“Did that guy just tell you that his friend wants to fuck you?” Jaemin inquired with a giggle. Doyoung wondered how Jaemin could hear something like that at such a distance. 

“I guess?” he agreed though. “And I want to fuck her too,” he heard himself add.  

Jaemin’s mask looked as shocked as his expression underneath it. 

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? No, I mean, yes! Fuck her.” 

Doyoung shook his head to get rid of the imaginary fog. “I was joking. Why are you getting so worked up?” 

But when Jaemin finally disappeared suddenly, presumably to drink some wine with his lady, Doyoung could physically feel your eyes on his back as he walked down the hill towards the parking lot. 

Your steps were light and you’d stop when he’d stop, unsuccessfully hiding behind the tall bushes of roses. 

As he unlocked his car with a high toned beep, he leaned on the side of it and waited for you to approach him. A giggle left his chest when he saw you trying to find him in the middle of all of those cars. 

“I am here,” he announced and you jolted. 

Turning around you eyed him and stopped in place then took a timid step, then another until only a few separated you from him. 

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.” 

You looked airy just like the moon on your mask and he thought you were adorable swinging your body weight from one foot to another like that. 

“Sorry, your mask is-,” adorable, “-ridiculous. What’s the bet about?” 

“My friend said that I wouldn’t be able to fuck you because I’m shy and I want to prove to him that I’m not.” 

You were so bold that Doyoung felt his air miss from his lungs. 

You slurred your words on purpose and he tried hard to pretend that he didn’t understand just to hear you say that you wanted him to fuck you again. 

“What?” he asked.

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?” “Nevermind.” 

Fuck. 

“Mooney, come back here.” 

The air rustled with energy and he completely missed everything besides “I want to fuck you on the backseat” part and he had no idea how you got into the car and how he got you on his legs. 

But now there you were, soft in his arms. 

And when you took away your mask his head got drilled by a thousand questions. Your eyes, mirroring his expression as you slid his mask down, told him that you were thinking the same thing. Like two magnets you collided in a heated kiss and your scent was so familiar that Doyoung sighed when you let his lips go to breathe.

_____

Finally, finally, finally, your mind was chanting as the Rabbit moulded your body with his hands. 

Your mind became mush so quickly that it was honestly embarrassing when you realized that you were riding his hardened cock. His lips on your neck seemed amused and after a moment he took away his fingers from your body, leaning back and watching you from under heavy lids. 

You bit your lower lip and stopped with a certain difficulty, the burning sensation between your legs already boiling inside your veins. 

"Go on." 

His voice was sultry and raspy and your body reacted to it as if under a spell. 

Your fingers on his shoulders deepened their hold and you closed your eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. 

"Come on. Go on. Doesn't it feel good?" 

He cooed, dragging one single finger across your bust, between your breasts and down on your stomach. His eyes wouldn't let a single expression of yours escape them. 

"It would feel better if you fucked me."

The light in his irises twinkled. 

"But I like to see you like this," he said before leaning in and letting his breath caressing your ear. "Desperate." 

His voice was like a hiss and your skin shivered with goosebumps. You felt his open mouth on your nude shoulder, slowly going towards your clavicle and you extended your neck up to welcome him. 

"Go on," he ordered again and your hips snapped, rolling on him, feeling the way your panties got pulled up as he slid his hands under your dress and twirled the sides around his fingers. It was frustrating as intoxicating and soon enough the windows of his car became misty from your heavy breaths. 

"I hate this," you whined and he chuckled. "I can see that."

Almost completely lost in your foggy mind you jolted at a sudden snap and you stopped your motions just to see him slide your panties from between your legs and throw them to the front. 

With a single pull, he pushed your now raw pussy on his clothed cock while his hands spread your ass, guiding your movements. 

"Fuck," you gasped, feeling the rough material on your sensitive skin and it didn't take you a lot to go over the edge with fingers curled inside his hair and mouths open against each other. He drank your shaking moans, then without giving you a second to remember where you were, his arms wrapped your torso and pushed you under his weight. Your feet stopped on the window as you yelped and you desperately wanted to call his name when you felt his tongue lap at your wetness. His fingers were tightly wrapped around your thighs and when you moaned a few times in a row, your back arching and your body squirming in his hold, he palmed your stomach and pressed you down again.

_____

You looked like every sex dream Doyoung has ever had. 

Arms thrown around your head, chest rising and falling, your sweet whimpers and soft skin, it drove him crazy. Your thighs pressing on the side of his head felt like everything he has ever wanted but wasn’t aware of. 

Mine mine mine all mine. A weird possession sentiment swept him away and when he looked up at your fucked up expression he felt like shivering. With a plop he let your clit go and kept pumping his fingers inside of you, curling them right where you wanted him to, kissing your navel, licking your under breasts, sucking the skin in until it probably hurt, then sucking on your nipples, and finally on your lower lip. He wanted to see your face when you’d cum all over his fingers and when you gasped, wrapping his torso with your arms and trying to hide your face into the crook of his neck, he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Your eyelids fluttered as he heard you swear multiple times and as he felt you clench so deliciously that he couldn’t wait to feel it around his aching cock instead. He wanted to rest a bit, maybe put his head on your soft chest and listen to your heartbeats but you were a stranger and you were hooking up in his car. So he sat on his knees between your legs instead, panting as if he were the one who just came, and he let his eyes trail on your naked body, licking his lower lip when he reached your wet core. He would have wanted to smear all of that on himself but he reached his jacket instead and took a condom out.  

“Why do boys always carry a condom with them? You never know when you’d end up fucking?” 

“Actually, when we carry a condom we never fuck and when we don’t have it we have the opportunity to fuck.” 

“Well, today you’re lucky,” you smirked and he loved the way you tried to hide away your embarrassment with banter. 

“Do you still want to do this?” he palmed your knee.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You didn’t cum.” 

“You don’t have to worry about that. Do you want it?” 

Doyoung wondered what kind of expression he had on to make you light up so much. 

You bit your lower lip and sat up suddenly, getting on your knees as well and turning around with a certain difficulty. 

“Yes,” you said again and bent over. 

Doyoung choked at the view and wondered what country he had saved in his previous life to deserve all of that.  

_____

You dreamt about opening a winery probably since you tasted wine for the first time. 

You loved it. 

Sour, sweet, bitter, flowery, fruity, still and frizzy, you loved it all. 

People thought you were crazy and no one supported you until you met your best friend in university. 

“Are you kidding? I’d love to open a winery with you.” 

The classroom was well lit and she looked like an angel against the sunny windows. 

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Really?” 

She hit your arm playfully. “Of course! I love wine and that sounds like a very cool idea.” 

“Look, I’m actually very serious about this so if you’re saying this just to-,”

She took your hands and looked into your eyes. “Me too. We’ll do it. I promise.” 

Now, years later you were looking around at the freshly painted venue and couldn’t believe your eyes. 

You did it. 

Tall ceilings and shelves full of your blood and sweat, you walked around slowly, one finger to gently tap on the various displayed bottles. 

“Hey, hey, no touching. We’ve cleaned them up and they have to shine.” 

Your friend appeared on your side and you smiled. Her dress was sleeveless and you made a face touching her arms. 

“Have you been working out girl? What are these?” 

She snapped her head down to look at herself. “I guess… uhm, it’s all of the exercises… uhm that I do.” 

You took her sudden panic for embarrassment and cackled. “With the party guy?”

“Who?” 

“Jaemin you said?” “Oh yeah! Yeah, we’re quite active, aha.” 

“Well, to get those arms you might have done a lot of hardcore BDSM.” You laughed but your friend looked rather mortified. 

“Aw, come on,” you gently elbowed her. “I also fucked the guy from yesterday,” you added to make her feel better. And she lit up so much at the news that she almost knocked over the bottles in front of you. 

“And you tell me now? How did it go?” “Well, I guess. I don’t really want to think about it though. I don’t think I’m into hookups.”

_____

Doyoung didn't like hookups but when he stepped inside the winery's main hall and saw your legs again and the way your ass was wrapped in that short dress he desperately wanted to bury his cock in it. 

"Not bad, huh?" Jaemin smiled at the waiter welcoming them with glasses of wine, before looking up at the nicely decorated venue. 

"Yeah, not bad at all," Doyoung murmured as you turned around and he considered fucking your breasts too. 

Then he cleared his throat as he took a glass of wine as well, feeling his neck warming up. He looked around as he sipped, suddenly conscious of people as if they could read his horny mind. At that moment, with his body acting up as if possessed, he wondered if the wine didn’t have some sort of aphrodisiac in it. 

“Do you also feel a little funny?” Doyoung placed down the wine and reached for his tie to loosen it up. 

Jaemin glanced over him and promptly looked down. “Uh-oh. Do we have an emergency?” he started to laugh and Doyoung closed his eyes briefly before opening them and turning around towards the buffet. 

“Heh, did that girl do something to you? You were so upset when she left without saying anything.” 

“It was just a hookup,” Doyoung murmured trying to understand what kind of food he was staring at. 

“An amazing hookup if you get like this upon seeing her.” 

“Not for her I guess.” 

“So you are upset. Cupid worked hard last night,” he elbowed his friend. 

“Give me a break. You’re also crushing on your lady.” 

“Also? Kim Doyoung, are you crushing on the winery girl?”

He shook his head quickly putting a pastry in his mouth to have an excuse to not speak. Jaemin lightly hit him and Doyoung hit him back like kids in third grade when suddenly the lights became dimmer and you spoke into a mic.

_____

“Hey, have you seen Jeno?” you asked your friend after finishing your introductory discourse and let people finally get wasted as they wanted to. “Who?” “Jeno? The guy I’m always hanging out with? He should have been here by now but I don’t see him anywhere.” 

Your friend made a perplexed face and you sighed. “You’re right. You’ve never met him before. You’re both my best friends so I always forget that you’ve never seen each other.” 

“Well, I kinda know how he looks like, so if I see him then-,”

"So you stole my money,” a sudden voice at your back interrupted you and you turned around to lock eyes with none other than the Rabbit. 

He was so good looking that you felt the urge to kiss him, yet his mocking face made you so irrationally mad that you felt like slapping him too. 

You put your hands on your hips and raised your chin. "Proof?"

You were still panting last evening trying hard to stop shaking from your third orgasm in a row. The Rabbit did a lot of things to you and you wondered why you didn’t hook up with strangers more often if that was the outcome. His wallet was on the seat in front of you and for a split second, you smiled wondering if he carried a family photo in it. His back looked very broad as he stood outside the car and presumably tried to make himself pee with a half-hard penis but probably failing. A sudden voice startled you and Doyoung replied to it. You quickly pulled down your dress and eyed the ripped panties on the steering wheel. Shit. You tried to grab them but the dude talking to Doyoung took a few steps closer so you retreated. "Fucked her good just like you planned?" Your face scrunched in a pout and you suddenly found yourself very upset. Doyoung didn't reply anything but you weren't sure that he didn't make a face. It was a good night. You had fun and a good-looking dude made you cum. You fucked him good just like you planned too. Then why did you feel a little used? Maybe you weren’t acquainted with the hookup culture, or maybe deep down you hoped that the sudden attraction you felt for the Rabbit was magical, but suddenly you felt very weird and a wave of disgust invaded you. 

He was definitely not your soulmate and you should just get out of there. 

You opened the door slowly on your side, quietly looking over your shoulder to make sure that they wouldn’t hear you. Feet on the ground you eyed the wallet again and you opened it. Not to check his family photo as you previously wanted to, but to get all of his cash. You swallowed a chuckle and ran away up the hill back to the restaurant’s garden.

He scoffed. "You’re a terrible thief. I make you cum and you steal from me?" 

"You look like a rich guy. You deserved it. Also, you ripped my panties."

"And you liked it."

You clenched your jaw. "It wasn't even good sex."

His jaw's muscles flinched too. "You probably couldn't walk properly."

"Yeah, because of the cramped car not because of your cock." 

"I think you have a loss of memory all of a sudden. Do I have to remind you how my cock feels like?" 

"Sure. Then I will be able to say to your face that it doesn’t feel good.”

_____

"Fuck, it feels so fucking good."

Dragging you by the wrist, Doyoung shoved you in the first room he found and pressed you against the cold wall. 

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex in the rosés showroom," you spoke with a breathy voice and when Doyoung pressed his open lips on yours you realized that you didn’t even know his name. 

One thing is hooking up with a dude in his car while drunk, another thing is choosing to fuck him consciously on the opening of your new business and completely sober. 

Although, when he started to kiss your jaw and neck, his tongue slowly creeping out and tickling your nerves, your mind felt so hazy that you wondered if you somehow had something to drink already and couldn’t remember. 

Didn’t you hate the guy just a few moments ago?

“Do you really have to wear these dresses and drive me insane?” he whispered on your lips as his hands pulled up the dress in question. 

You wanted to reply with something smartass but honestly, you chose that dress with him in mind. 

Somehow, while browsing your closet for the big day, your mind could not stop thinking about the Rabbit boy. Your mixed feelings towards him confused you and you'd go on weird tangents of complete hatred and high adoration thinking about his face between your legs. 

Certain that he’d come to the opening too, you carefully wore each piece of clothing you had, looking at yourself in the mirror and imagining he was the one looking at you through your eyes. Would he like the split on your thigh? Or would he like the way the dress accentuated your breasts more? Without realizing your hands were on your bust going up slowly, gently kneading your soft skin, cupping your boobs and flicking your nipples. Then one moved on your stomach, then on your thigh and just like that you started to moan. 

And you were moaning at that moment too as the Rabbit lightly caressed your clit with the tip of his cock. You pushed your hips towards him to get more and he pushed you back into the wall, one hand reaching for your mouth and slipping the thumb on your tongue. You twirled it around his digit and sucked, lightly choking when he reached farther and choking again when you finally felt his cock fill you up too. 

“You have to be quiet, Y/N.” 

Your name on his lips made you tremble. 

He probably heard it during the welcoming discourse or read it on the pamphlets and the fact that he knew it and you didn’t know his one, made you feel vulnerable in a pleasant way. 

Or maybe it was the way his hand gripped the softness of your thigh, keeping it up on his hip, or maybe his own hips pushing inside of you that made you feel like turning into mush. 

“Will you be quiet for me or am I fucking you too good?” he took away his finger and you gasped for air, your whines getting louder. 

“As I thought,” he mocked you. “It wasn’t even good sex, she said.” 

You bit your lower lip and hid your face into the crook of his neck but he pulled you away, cupping your cheek. “You have to look at me. I want to see this pretty face when you cum.”

Your eyes fluttered as his cock basically decided to rearrange your guts and you dug your fingers into his shoulders with a teeth-gritted moan. 

“Are you close, baby?” You nodded breathlessly, the sudden pet-name just making it impossible for you to not beg to make you cum.

“You want me to make you cum?” 

You nodded again. “Gonna cum- so hard-,” 

The Rabbit thrust a few times more into you and suddenly pulled out. 

You gasped as if mortally offended but unable to move a muscle. 

"I don't think so."

His smirk made you swallow your own spit and he held your waist when he took a step back after letting your leg down. 

“Hey! Come on!” 

Dragging you away just like before he made you walk towards the party hall. His iron grip made it impossible for you to just go away and finish yourself and honestly, it would have been quite pathetic. 

You moved as if drunk, fingers visibly shaking and mind clouded in the middle of the crowd.

"Fuck, I'll make you pay for this." 

He smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours before lifting both of your hands and placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

"Yes darling, I've already paid last time," he replied as a few curious people looked your way and saw just a random couple chatting peacefully. 

You took a deep breath and tried to smile unbothered, imitating Doyoung's relaxed expression. 

"It was just a joke. Do you want those couple of bucks back?” 

He tilted his head to the side. “No. Let’s say I had paid you for your services.” 

You disregarded him and opened your clutch, retrieving a few dollars. With a quick hand, you shoved them halfway inside Doyoung's pants making sure others didn't stare. 

"Thank you for today’s fuck too then, slut."

_____

To say that it was easy for Doyoung to stop feeling you around his cock and pretend he wasn’t about to lose his mind when he couldn’t cum either, would be the biggest lie of the universe. But your frustrated expression, trembling limbs and glossy eyes made it all worth it. 

“Where have you been?” 

Jaemin handed him a glass of white wine and Doyoung took it absentmindedly. When he brought it to his mouth and had a sip he almost spit it back inside.

“What the fuck is this?” 

Jaemin chuckled. “The winery’s speciality.” 

“This is disgusting.” 

“I had a whole bottle of that yesterday so now I’m used to it.” 

“Why is it so sour?” 

Jaemin hit his shoulder lightly to bring his attention to something and when Doyoung raised his gaze he saw your furious aura staring at them from a few steps away. 

“Maybe the lady behind the recipe is sour as well,” he joked. “I lied when I asked you where you’ve been. Saw you together just now. Did you not fuck her good enough?” 

Doyoung smiled and took another sip of the wine, barely being able to not make a face for a second time. “I fucked her so good that now she’s mad.” 

“From her expression, she doesn’t look very pleased with the experience. And in fact,” Jaemin added quickly, grabbing Doyoung’s arm since he got distracted by the red wine, “she’s probably seeking a better one.” 

You were chuckling at some dude’s pick-up line and accepted to disappear with him out of Doyoung’s sight. 

The sweet dessert wine he tasted felt as sour as the first one.

_____

“Is the person I’m thinking about my soulmate?” “You already know the answer to that.” 

You bit your lower lip unsure. 

“What do you want me to say?” the lady smiled. “Yes or no.” “Why don’t you have faith?” 

You leaned back in your chair and let your gaze fall on the decorations on the tarot reader’s desk. The little obsidian stones reminded you of the dude’s eyes and it made you irrationally angry. 

You wanted to make him jealous. 

You wanted him to come up to you and grab your hand or something and make the boring-ass guy that approached you to leave. 

But he didn’t. 

If he really were your soulmate, wouldn’t you both feel it? Were you just going crazy? Were you lonely enough that you weighed your every desire on him?

“I saw him just twice and I don’t even know his name,” you sighed, talking almost to yourself. 

You probably unconsciously pouted because the Lady smiled kindly at you. She was no therapist but she gladly accepted to talk to you again after your first encounter. 

“Does he match the description the cards gave you?” 

“Well, he does have a very big cock, yeah,” you started. “Uhm, yes, it was that type of meeting,” you explained quickly before she could judge but the woman didn’t look unfazed. In fact, she was quite pleased to hear that. 

“You think that meeting your soulmate is just seeing them and everything falls into place. But it’s harder than that. You still have to want it and you still have to work for the union. So many people missed the opportunity to get with their soulmate because they didn’t work hard enough.” 

“Well, shouldn’t this be meant to be or something? Even if I make mistakes?” 

The Lady tilted the head to the side and for a split second you felt as if talking to a lost best friend. “We have a lot of choice in life. Everything is out there ready for you and you will get help but only if you have faith it will happen.”

_____

“You again?” he asked, fakely annoyed. 

You’ve always brushed off your mom’s words. 

“At least take your sweatpants out of your knee-high socks.” “It’s just the convenience store at the corner, mom. It’s not like I will meet my soulmate tonight at 10 pm.” 

But you actually met him and it was terrible. 

The packs of instant ramen in your hands trembled a little as the Rabbit dude passed one hand through his hair waiting for a normal human reaction from you.  

“What are you doing here?” 

“Buying groceries for dinner,” he explained then eyed your snacks. “You too, I see.” 

You tried to not let his subtle mockery get to you. “Yeah but why in this store in particular?” 

“You’re wondering if this is fate?” he giggled. 

But actually, Doyoung was the first to wonder if it was fate. 

He has never really thought of the Lady’s words in detail, nor he believed in any of it, but when he first saw you descending the hill with your moon costume as if you were the actual moon, his mind independently carved the thought of how nice it would be for you to be his soulmate.  

“I live in this neighbourhood and I assume you do too since you’re dressed like this,” he let his eyes fall and he looked at your stained pyjama pants. 

A wave of heat passed through your whole body and for the first time, it wasn’t pleasure. 

Your real soulmate would have never said that. 

Embarrassed, you cleared your throat. 

“Well, see you around then.” Turning on your heels, you didn’t wait for him to greet you back. 

“Did that guy make you cum?” 

You stopped so suddenly that the first two packs of ramen fell to your feet. You grunted and tried to bend but it was impossible to grab them without making the others fall too. With the corner of your eye, you saw the rabbit boy’s hands retrieving your stuff and when he got up again you felt his skin on the back of your hands as he pulled the remaining packs from you and let them fall in his cart. “Thank you.” 

“Answer my question.” 

You gulped but put on a brave face. 

“This is not a conversation to have in the condiments aisle.” “Then come to my apartment.” 

The intensity in his voice made your heart beat faster and then you blinked at his back as he turned around the cart and made his way towards the register. 

“Wait, my ramen!” 

He didn’t acknowledge you and greeted the cashier good evening. You awkwardly stood beside him as they beeped all of his fancy groceries. 

“Uhm-,” you extended your hands to get your ramen but they beeped that too without batting an eye and the rabbit bagged everything in a few seconds. 

“I- I could have- why-?” you followed him. “Now I have to pay you back.” “You gave me enough money last time.” 

You crossed your arms on your chest as Doyoung placed the bags inside his car's trunk.

“That was for-,” you started but stopped realizing that you were about to talk about sex on a busy street in front of your corner grocery store. 

He smiled. “Yeah?” 

“Give me my ramen now.” 

“Get inside,” he indicated with his head and without missing a beat he got behind the wheel. 

“Why do you even drive if you live in the neighbourhood?” You entered and sighed, trying to put on the seat belt. “The groceries are heavy.” “Do you even lift?” “I love lifting women but not groceries.” “You lift other women and I can’t get a guy to make me cum without you asking me questions about it?” 

Doyoung looked at you with a little smile as you stopped at the red sign. “Does the thought of me with other women make you upset or am I imagining things?” “Does the thought of guys making me cum make you upset?” you retorted. “Yes.” 

You choked on air and the movement of the car starting again made your body press back on the seat. You didn’t expect that. 

“Then why did you make me leave with him?” 

Your voice got tiny and you hoped he didn’t actually hear you because at the same moment you realized that it was a little embarrassing. But his sudden glance told you that he did. His gaze returned towards the street and his adam apple travelling up and down his throat told you that he didn’t know what to say. 

“Why did you leave with him?” he eventually asked. 

It was your turn to not speak. 

Not in a million years you’d admit to a stranger you wanted to make him jealous. A stranger that put his dick in you twice, but a stranger nevertheless. 

“We just talked a bit. I was bored.” “So I guess he didn’t make you cum.” “I don’t do hookups,” you said before realizing what you’ve just said. “I mean-,” you looked at him and he blinked back. Fuck. You told the hookups guy that you didn’t do hookups. 

“I mean, without being attracted to the person a lot. And that dude was not attractive,” you tried to explain fighting the urge to hide your face away. 

“Thank you. I’m also crazily attracted to you.” 

The car’s air became a little heavier and you thought that if you touched it with a single finger it would buzz as if made of electricity. 

The walk to the apartment complex was almost urgent. His hands didn't leave your body once when you reached the elevator as if he suddenly forgot what personal space was and when you got to his door he firstly slammed you against it, hands quick to get under your shirt. 

"Hey," you eyed the elevator's lights behind his back as he started to kiss your neck. "Someone's coming." "Let them come." The skin he sucked in made your eyes flutter and you whined feeling his fingers so close to where you needed them but so far away. "No, seriously. I think they're going to stop here." Doyoung hummed unbothered but you felt his hand press the code behind your back. Right when the elevator doors opened and you made eye contact with a cute little old lady, the door behind you opened too and you yelped falling backwards. Doyoung was quicker though and he held your waist, pulling you back into the kiss and closing the door with his heel. 

Shoes off and no time wasted, you were suddenly bent over some sort of furniture and your pants got pulled down. 

A single silent gasp left your mouth when you felt Doyoung's lips on the back of your thighs and when his fingertips grated at your sides pulling your panties down to your knees you started to pant. His hot breath tickled your pussy and you shifted in his hold. Doyoung's hands grabbed your ass to keep you in place and slapped one of your cheeks when he licked up a stripe between them. 

You whined once and put your head down and closed your eyes, fingers mindlessly grabbing whatever Doyoung kept on the cabinet. When he pushed his fingers inside, your back arched and his cologne fell to the side with the cap open. The sudden scent of it made you even wetter and Doyoung hummed appreciatively with his mouth full. 

"It feels so good," you whined again, imperceptibly grinding on him, brain not understanding when you got so horny all of a sudden. 

"Please please please make me cum this time," you begged, looking behind you and seeing his hands spreading you all out for him before his fingers could find spots inside of you that you weren't aware of having. 

"I kinda wish you'd beg some more," you heard the note of amusement in his voice.

His hands didn't stop though and before you could form any words your whole body contracted and lifted itself on the tiptoes, knees buckling and head light. Doyoung's airy breath met your spine and he held you in his arms to prevent you from slipping on the ground, kissing your back up slowly until meeting the shoulders. 

"Good girl," he brushed your ear with his lips and you remained with your eyes closed, breathing heavily and when he made you turn around, you felt your body weak as if it was made of jello. He pulled you towards himself and you heard his chuckle buzz inside of his chest. In a second he threw you on his shoulder and you let out a little cry, your limbs dangling around him. 

"I didn't know you were this strong."

He walked a few steps and turned left inside a dark corridor. You tried to look around but you barely noticed anything before he gently placed you down to sit on the bed. 

"You don't know a lot of things about me."

When you raised your head to meet his face you smiled tiredly. 

"I don't even know your name."

He tilted his head to the side amused. "Doyoung."

"Doyoung," you repeated, feeling the sounds on your tongue. 

It felt very right. 

Then his eyes fell on your naked legs and you sucked the air in, suddenly rolling in his bed, one piece of blanket to cover you up. 

Doyoung, still standing by the bed, put his hands on the hips and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm here with my pussy all out. That's so embarrassing,” you explained. 

"Yeah. I've just seen it up close just one minute ago." 

"I'm having post nut clarity," you added, voice muffled and only the top of your head poking out the impromptu burrito. 

"Well, I'm not having any post nut clarity since I didn't nut, so to me, it's not embarrassing."

"Oh my God you're right!" you eyed his crotch and sat up. 

"It's alright. I didn’t plan to do anything else anyway. Just wanted to cook you dinner actually since I’ve already eaten," he sat near you chuckling and took off his shoes. "My mom would hit me in the head if she knew I walked up to the bedroom with these-," but then he gasped softly as you placed a kiss to his nape. Your arms wrapped his torso in a back hug just as your legs did with his waist, draping them in his thighs. His hands automatically started to palm your knees as you made your way towards the base of his neck. 

“I don’t have any condoms,” he whispered as to stop you. 

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt very quickly and you lifted it, loving the way it ruffled his hair after you threw it somewhere on the floor. Having his bare back in front of you made you lose track for a moment and when you touched his chest you realized it was the first time that you actually saw him naked. 

“We don’t need them for what I want to do to you,” you murmured. 

He breathed in shakily. “Well, we���re responsible adults so you have to know that I also don’t do hookups so I’m completely clean but if you don’t want to--ah shit-,” he almost whined when you let your hand down his abs to palm his crotch slowly. 

He turned so cute all of sudden that your tummy did backflips as you kissed his jawline. 

“Are you saying that you want to fuck me raw?” you whispered amused. 

His cock twitched under his pants and he bit his lower lip.

“Does the thought turn you on, Doyoung? Feeling me around you, soft and wet until you can’t take it anymore? Huh?” You cooed, pouting your lips as you pronounced his name, savouring it on your tongue. 

His breathing increased and you wondered how he still kept it all together. 

“Cumming inside of me? Having your warm cum spill out-,”

He turned around suddenly and you let him push you down on the bed but only for a moment. The kisses you started to litter on his neck made his hold weaker and he threw his head into the pillow as you got on top of him. You kissed his chest slowly, then went down until you could finally pass your tongue on that single vein under his navel’s skin. 

"I'm so on edge that I might cum only with a single touch," he breathed out and you smiled on his stomach at his honest side, whining a little when he slid his fingers into your hair as if to urge you to go on quicker. 

"You should have told me," you sat on his thighs and slowly fumbled with his belt. 

He bit his lower lip and watched the little show you put on for him.  

"Well, now you know and you still want to torture me like this."

You lifted one corner of your mouth as you finally unbuttoned his pants. 

"I think you deserve it, don't you think?" 

He shook his head. "Not one bit. I've been good to you."

"Oh really? Then why don't you show me again what a good boy you can be and beg me to finally touch you?" 

"You really think you can use my ways with me?" 

You opened your mouth to reply but every word died in your throat as he reached down and pulled out his cock, pumping it up himself, a single shaking sigh of relief coming out of his mouth. "Shit-," he closed his eyes and pushed his head back, exposing his neck as his adam apple went up and down. You couldn't take your eyes off him and the sounds he started to make hit you right between the legs. His tip poked out of his fist as he fucked himself and for the first time in your life you were dying to suck a cock. 

"Doyoung-," you breathed out but his hisses made you gulp, feeling your mouth dry at the sudden spurts of cum on his lower stomach. 

"Shit," his chest rose and fell heavily and his eyes looked black underneath his heavy lids. Without being able to take it anymore you bent down and licked his tip sending shots of electricity through all of his body. 

"Ah- Y/N-," 

You sucked his cock clean and, letting it out with a lewd pop, you smirked.  

"Now you're going to take it."

And he took it well, cupping your head as it bobbed up and down, not without the most sinful sounds you've ever heard a man emit. As he placed his other hand on your cheek, you slid your own fingers down your stomach and reached your aching clit.

"Ride me?" he caressed your face with his thumbs and you looked up, basking in his fucked up expression. 

With a wet sound, you let his cock out, licking his tip once to break the string of saliva attached to it and moved upwards on his body. 

His hands were quick to grab your sides and when you started to grind on him he inhaled shakily, eyes piercing the way his shaft slid through your lips. Then he grabbed your shirt and roughly pulled it up, making you discard it in a second. 

One hand to guide your ass and one hand to grope at your breasts and you were almost cumming again. And when he reached behind you and you felt his cock poke at your entrance you lost strength in your arms and leaned down on his chest, your breasts squeezed and your skin rubbing on each other when he started to thrust into you. 

His hips' movements were deep and sharp and when you raised your bust enough for your nipples to rub on his chest he squeezed your ass and spanked it once making you moan loudly and fall back on him. So near to your orgasm, you dug your fingers into his arms not worrying about the little marks your nails left on his skin. 

And then he stopped with a grunt. 

You whined and opened your eyes to see him smirk.

"Fuck you, not again," you whispered breathlessly. "Yeah, fuck me."

And you bit your lower lip, lifting yourself up by putting your palms on his chest and started to bounce on his cock. Doyoung started to breathe with his mouth and he let his hands rest on his sides enjoying the way you were so desperately trying to chase your high. 

Your thighs were burning and your mind was clouded but you didn't stop and when you started to call his name, Doyoung finally grabbed your waist again, taking the lead and finally sending you over the edge. 

You finally cried out and pushed your face into the crook of his neck biting down on his skin as he kept going, not giving you a moment to breathe. 

And when you heard him choke against your ear too, a string of profanities lingering in his lips you felt his hot cum fill you up, but getting slowly fucked back in with his last thrusts. 

You remained like that both breathless for some time, his hands gently cupping your face to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed and he quickly dried your wet eyes. 

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" 

The concern in his voice made your heart swell and you shook your head. 

"I'm feeling very good," you smiled and his expression relaxed a bit. 

As he pulled out you felt his semen slide on your thigh and pool where your stomaches we're meeting. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Doyoung. I was just getting frustrated as always when I’m around you.” 

His hands went up and down your back as if soothing your skin. “I love how my name sounds on your lips. It feels like I’ve somehow waited my whole life to hear it.” 

You blinked a few times, the sudden sweet words so weird in his mouth that you raised your head to look at him. 

He looked back as shocked as you. 

"Wow, I feel so sticky," he changed the subject as you opened your lips to talk. You eyed the little buds of sweat on his forehead and imagined you looked as spent as him. 

"Are you also having post nut clarity?" "Yes. Everything is clear." "What's clear?" "This was one of the best nuts of my life and I want to do it again."

_____

Unable to stand on your own legs without shaking you remained sprawled on Doyoung's bed for a while, eyes heavy with sleep. 

"The groceries are still in the car," he said while zipping his pants. 

He offered to take a shower together but your growling tummy interrupted him so now you were alone in the bathtub, lazily lathering up your skin and waiting for him to come back from the parking lot. 

Relaxed from the good fuck and the hot water, you looked around curious, checking out his toiletries as if they could tell you more about this mysterious Doyoung guy. 

Perhaps it was too soon but as you collected the soapy water to blow on it you felt like falling in love a little. 

A little smile crept on your lips when you heard the entrance door open and close with a thud and you looked in the mirror to check on yourself before Doyoung could barge in. As if he didn't fuck you while you were looking crazy just moments before that. 

"That was very quick-," you started but squealed and put your hands on your chest as a man entered the bathroom not looking like your Doyoung at all. 

"Oh my God!" the guy jumped back a little before starting to laugh. 

"Who are you?" 

"You scared the shit out of me. Why are you here in the dim light?" the young man kept going without answering. 

You blinked at him. "It's relaxing."

"I'm Jaemin. Doyoung's flatmate," he finally explained and you wondered why he looked at you as if knowing you. "And you must be the winery girl."

You tilted your head to the side. "Winery girl? Do you know me?" 

"I kinda go out with your friend? The other winery girl?" 

You widened your eyes. "You're the BDSM guy?" 

For the first time since he entered the bathroom, Jaemin looked flustered. 

"Exactly what did she tell you about us?" he scratched the back of his head. 

You giggled. "My friend has been very happy lately. I know enough to make sure you're treating her well."

Jaemin's eyes lit up and you thought he was so cute to have a crush on your friend. Your mind suddenly thought of Doyoung and wondered if he might have a crush on you too. 

"Think of the devil," you murmured as Doyoung appeared behind Jaemin with the groceries bags. 

"You were thinking of me?" he smiled then suddenly realized the whole situation. "Why the hell are you looking at my naked girl?" he tried to tackle the other. Jaemin chuckled and took a few steps back in the corridor. 

"Had no idea she was here, I swear!"

_____

My girl. 

You were sitting timidly at the dinner table, wearing Doyoung's clothes and looking at Jaemin's back as he prepared the food. The water running in the bathroom and Doyoung's faint singing voice made you chuckle. 

He said, my girl. 

You put your hands to your cheeks. 

"You really like him."

You jolted and raised your head to see Jaemin comforting eyes. 

Batting your lashes you wondered what kind of expression you had on and with a little note of panic, you wondered if it was that easy for Doyoung to see it too. 

"This is a secret between us," Jaemin started lowering his voice, "but I think he likes you too. You really look like his soulmate now that I think about it."

You were about to melt but his last words made you snap out of the dream. 

"His soulmate?" you questioned, suddenly very interested. 

Jaemin shook his head as if to not give him any importance but upon seeing your curious eyes he placed the lid on the pot and sat down in front of you. 

"So it was new years," he started and you gulped. He then stopped to giggle, remembering the scene as if it played in front of himself. "We were drunk as fuck. We went to like three different parties and I was wasted. I don't know if you're familiar with the place but there's a tarot reader downtown. We were bored so we decided to go there."

Your head felt suddenly very light. "And what happened?" you asked with a faint voice. 

"Oh, we made a fool out of ourselves for sure, but the woman was nice and did a reading for Doyoung. I don't remember much but I kinda remember the physical descriptions. And you scarily look like that a lot." 

You swallowed again and you felt your mouth dry. 

"And does Doyoung remember?" 

"Remember what?" 

You gasped when Doyoung appeared on your side, a towel around his neck as he used one end to dry the back of his head. 

"I was telling Y/N about the soulmate thing, you know? When the lady told you that they'd be coming around summer?" 

Doyoung's pupils trembled a little but then he turned around and headed towards the fridge. 

"Ah yeah. I don't believe any of that though," he said and poured himself a glass of water. 

You looked at his profile as he drank and then noticed Jaemin's pitiful expression. 

"I got a reading on new year's too in the exact same place," you confessed and the silence afterwards felt heavy. 

"And your soulmate was someone that looks like me?" Doyoung joked and Jaemin giggled awkwardly. 

Your heart stung very painfully but you let out a dry chuckle too. 

“I don’t believe in it either. But it was very fun,” you lied. 

“I should have done a reading too,” Jaemin commented. 

"I'm starving," Doyoung lifted the lid and his friend got closer to stir again. 

Their voices talking about ingredients felt muffled as you tried hard to swallow your stupid tears.

_____

You had no idea why you believed the soulmates story. 

Maybe you were lonely or just plain bored but the idea of having a designated person you could be with during your lifetime felt very comforting. Especially since the Lady told you to have faith. 

Doyoung seemed to fit every category and you were so insanely attracted to him that it did not make sense for him to not be your soulmate. But do soulmates appear then disappear from your life, leaving behind nothing besides your memories of them?

Maybe you should have given him your number after you left his apartment that night, but reflecting about it with a cold mind, you did well to not seek him out given his reaction to the whole soulmates discourse. 

He was definitely not your soulmate. It shouldn’t have been this hard. 

Looking at your desk you sighed at the amount of work you had to do for the day and you imagined Doyoung walking through your door just like soulmates in movies would do. Then you shook your head trying to get those intrusive thoughts out of your head. 

Enough. 

But it was so difficult, especially as your eyes kept falling on his cologne, partially hidden behind your pens. 

You grabbed it suddenly intending to throw it out. 

"Oh sorry, I made this fall," you eyed the bottle of perfume on the cabinet by the entrance as you put on your shoes. With quick hands you grabbed it but before placing the cap on, you brought it to your face and smelled it again. "It's very nice." Doyoung, seeing you out, was leaning on the wall. "Do you like it?" You nodded. "You can keep it." You hesitated, wondering if he was joking or not. "Think of me," his eyebrows wiggled amused and if you wouldn't have been so exhausted you would have begged him to take you against the same cabinet again. 

Now, eyes closed, you were thinking of him indeed as you smelled that cologne, a shy hand slowly creeping up your thigh. 

No. You weren't about to masturbate at work but the temptation was so big that you jolted as if awoken from a dream when your phone rang. 

You breathed in and out as if to calm down and picked it up. 

"Y/N speaking."

"Hi, soulmate."

His voice made you physically shiver and your heart started to beat so fast inside your ears that you were afraid Doyoung could hear it too. 

"How did you get my number?" 

"I don't have your number. This is the winery's one and I googled it."

You bit your lower lip feeling stupid. 

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Sorry, I'm a little tired."

"Have you been working a lot lately?" 

"Yes," you replied and it was true, but it wasn't work that clouded and exhausted your mind. 

"You need a pause then. Do you want me to help you relax?" 

His low and amused tone made your legs shift and you changed their position. 

"What do you have in mind?" 

"Are you alone?" 

"Yes," you almost whispered. 

"Then close your eyes for me."

You did timidly and the increase of your breath probably was a confirmation for him that you listened because he went on soon after. 

"Now touch your neck slowly with your fingertips. Go down to your clavicle then gently cup your breasts."

"This is making me shiver," you breathed out. 

"Good. I bet you're wearing a thin bralette and your perked nipples are poking through."

You sighed as you touched them and smiled at Doyoung's correct intuition.  

"Yes," you replied. 

"Can you play with them as I would if I were there?" 

You whined and bit your lower lip trying to resist the urge. 

"Doyoung-," this is a little inappropriate and honestly, kinda rude of you, especially since you went mia suddenly and now you want to pick up from where you left, you intended to say but didn’t manage to. 

"Do it," he commanded and your hand flew to your breasts and started to play with your nipples as if it didn't belong to you anymore. 

"Good girl. Does it feel good?" 

"Yes," you whispered. 

"Speak up love."

"I can't be loud."

"Oh really? Then, now slip one hand under your panties and rub your clit. I bet you're soaking wet and let's see if you'll be able to not be loud." 

His voice sounded like a hypnotic melody and you didn't even question it when you found yourself with the fingers gently pressing on your clit in little circles. Your breath got quicker and heavier, the grip on the phone was even stronger. 

"Doyoung-," 

"Yes, babe? Does it feel good?" he cooed. 

"It feels so fucking good-," 

"Can you slip a finger in for me too, love?" 

You nodded even if he couldn't see you and you did as he wished, the stretch so unsatisfying in comparison to Doyoung's girth to make you whine frustrated. 

"I- I wished you fucked me instead-," 

"Okay then," he replied calmly and for a split second, you wondered if the whole phone sex thing was not something you weren’t good at to make him reply so dryly when the door to your office opened and Doyoung took his tongue out at you. 

His sudden presence made you so flustered that you promptly pulled your fingers away as if he caught you doing it instead of being the one ordering you around. 

"What are you doing here?" you put your phone down with a shaking hand. 

He walked lazily towards your desk and put a paper bag on it. "Brought you your clothes."

You looked at them. "How did you get in? My secretary-," 

"Told him I was your boyfriend."

You felt the air stop inside your lungs at his words but you couldn't do much as Doyoung suddenly bent down with hands on the desk and took your still wet fingers into his mouth. 

You gasped softly as he sucked on them slowly, letting his tongue collect every single drop of your wetness, his deep eyes flickering with amusement at your visible lust. 

And you were so horny that you didn't even question it when he grabbed your wrists and made you stand. You took a step towards him but he pulled you by the waist and turned you around, pushing you towards the desk with his hips and pressing himself into your ass until you were bent over. 

"You look amazing like this, just like a little slut waiting for my cock, ain't I right?"  

You gasped for air as he pressed one palm on your spine and the other slowly raised your skirt. 

"You keep dressing like this at work. No wonder your secretary was so upset to hear that I was your boyfriend. Do you want us to put on a little show for him? So he knows his place." 

His fingers drawing lines up and down your clothed pussy prevented you from forming any words and when you felt your panties slip to the side and heard Doyoung's zip you inhaled aching to feel him inside. 

But he didn't touch you where you wanted him to. 

"Answer me," he slapped your ass and you curved your neck up with a hiss. 

"If you finally fuck me good enough perhaps I'll be loud enough for him to hear me."

Another slap. 

"Are you being a brat now? Should I not make you cum just like-," 

"Nonononono please please no please--" the string of begging erupted out of you way too easily and it was interrupted by Doyoung's dry laugh and hard cock finally slipping inside. 

You exhaled deeply and he grunted, bottoming out until you felt his hip bones on your ass. 

He remained still then he snapped. 

"Fuck fuck Doyoung--ah!" you cried out. 

"Louder."

Your voice would have increased in volume without him ordering that but it certainly added to the whole desk creaking and skin slapping symphony. 

One of his hands was palming your ass while the other pulled you towards him by the waist, but then he changed his mind and grabbed your arms by the elbows, pulling your torso up and making you curve your spine. 

You cried out his name again and stared at his reflection in the window in front of you. Eyebrows furrowed and a couple of strands of his hair fallen from the styled fringe made his gaze even deeper when you locked eyes. 

Then he smiled wickedly and a shiver shook your body knowing that nothing good will come out of that. And soon enough he let go of your arms and held your bust instead while the other wrapped your throat. You gasped for air and he attached his teeth to your shoulder sucking deeply and slowly, so different to the pace of his quick hips. 

Your desk phone rang and Doyoung held you harder as an indication to not even think about it. Not that you even cared about besides the way his cock was stretching you all out. 

The string of your choked moans just increased their tempo until you shuddered in his arms with a cry, so hard and so suddenly that his hips stopped and he let go of your throat in a second, holding your body and breathing deeply with you until you didn't whine anymore. 

A kiss on the cheek then on the neck and you turned your head around, searching for his lips. 

Your phone rang again and he smiled. 

"Answer."

"But you're still-," 

He grabbed the phone, placing it to your ear and you had nothing else to do than breathe heavily and greet with a shaking and hoarse voice. 

You understood the first three words of the person talking on the other side before Doyoung pushed you on the desk again and started to thrust into you, this time seeking his own high. 

You gritted your teeth and rotated your torso to be able to place your palm on his stomach and push your nail into his shirt. 

The look in your eyes just made him even more amused. 

“Yes, yes, no, could you please repeat that?” 

And even if the voice on the other line kindly repeated itself, your eyes rolled inside of your head and your body moved back and forth on the desk making you not understand a single thing. 

It was so highly unprofessional and inappropriate that it made your blood boil with pleasure. You hung up, making a mental note to call back and use the ‘line went dead’ excuse. 

Doyoung didn’t like that independence a single bit and he made sure to show you as you suddenly found yourself standing, no cock to stretch you out anymore and his hands on your waist turning your around. 

“On your knees.” 

You slipped down in front of him with hands on his stomach then you let them fall on his soft suit pants. 

The veins on his hand were popping when he grabbed his cock and lightly hit your lips with its tip. You let out your tongue and let it bounce on it, leaning in to be able to catch in between your lips. 

Doyoung tutted and took half a step back making your suck on air. 

“When and how I say so,” he murmured and got closer again. 

His other hand grabbed your head and kept you in place, fully controlling the way he pushed his shaft between your lips, slowly smearing his precum on them. 

“I really want to let my cum slide down your throat right now.” 

You opened your mouth eagerly and he smiled wickedly. 

It reached the back of your throat in one go and you gagged, pressing your nails into his thighs. Heavy on your tongue, you couldn’t move so it was Doyoung to slowly thrust his hips, increasing his movements until you started to drool. 

“Fuck, you’re so good-,” 

Short-breathed and fingers tightening in your hair you could feel him reaching his orgasm soon. 

You lifted your gaze up and when he pulled out to make your breath you cupped his balls with one hand and took him inside of your mouth again. 

He choked and started to grunt, meeting your movements with his erratic ones until he went suddenly still and you whined feeling his cum hit the back of your throat. 

You swallowed quickly making him hiss as he thrust a couple of times more and he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and his seed to connect your tongue to his tip. 

“You’re amazing. You know that?” he whispered with a raspy voice. His fingers caressed your cheeks and lips as you looked up at him panting.

_____

“Do you want me to hit him with my car?” 

Knowing him, it wasn’t a joke so you lightly hit his thigh. “Jeno!”

He chuckled. 

Meeting your soulmate - it should have been electrical, like two magnets meeting each other. 

The first moment you saw his shoulders, you knew it was him. Before you even saw his face and learned his name, you sighed in relief. Finally, you’ve found him and you were at home. 

Then why was it so difficult to just be with Doyoung?

He fucked you good and kissed your lips. He made sure you were okay after fucking your throat and even massaged your feet as you tried to catch your breath on the couch inside your office. 

“Can you please bring us, like, something to drink and some snacks?” Doyoung opened the door and talked to a very mortified secretary. 

“Sure,” he suddenly got up and looked around as if not knowing which planet he was on.

“Why are you torturing that poor boy?” you rolled your eyes when Doyoung plopped back on the couch near him. “Now he’ll want to resign from the job and he was quite good at it.” 

“I think he liked it. I know a post nut face when I see one and he definitely had some fun under that desk.” 

The secretary entered the office and his lips were tight as he placed the tray with coffee on the little table in front of you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled kindly at him. 

“No sugar for you ma’am and one sugar for you sir,” he announced before leaving as quickly as he came in. 

You leaned in and took your mug, sighing when you felt it’s warmth heat your skin.

“How did he know I take my coffee with one sugar?” Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows while doing the same. 

You looked at him and shrugged. “I told you he’s good at his job.”  

And you were thankful that the boy didn’t leave because now as you talked to Jeno in your office, weeks after you’ve seen Doyoung in there, you really needed someone to do your job. 

“I’m just not even concentrating much. I think I caught feelings for him while he only saw this as-- fucking,” you threw your hands in the air once and sighed, sitting down at your desk. 

Jeno hummed pensively. “Well, he strikes me as someone too romantic for that. People who just hookup don’t behave as he does. They just fuck and leave.” 

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “I just think he was being considerate. You can’t fuck someone’s mouth then leave them there like that.” 

Jeno hummed again. “But he did call you my girl and he called himself your boyfriend.” 

You looked up. “My girl as the girl that I fuck and my boyfriend only to make the secretary let him in.”

Your friend pursed his lips as if considering that side of events. 

“How do you even know all of these details? I don’t remember telling you any of this before,” you chuckled. 

Jeno cleared his voice. “You told me. Are you having a loss of memory too now?” 

You sighed. “Maybe.” 

The young boy cleared his voice again. “Anyway! Plan. Send him nudes.” 

“What?” you exclaimed. 

You could go around your sweet friend Jeno suggesting you to fuck Doyoung when he was the Rabbit boy but suggesting you to send the dude nudes? 

Seeing his pink cheeks Jeno must have suddenly realized what he has just said too and regretted it. 

“Trust me. He’s an air sign. They like sexting and mind fucking and all of that stuff. Now I have to go.”

You looked at him standing up. “Since when are you into astrology? Also, where are you going? We were supposed to have lunch together!” 

“Sext him and send him a good coochie pic. Bye, love you,” he left like the wind and you leaned back in your chair perplexed.

_____

"Do you trust me?" 

"Yeah," his voice was a whisper and it got engulfed by the jingle of handcuffs in your hands. 

You were so beautiful and intoxicating that Doyoung found himself having difficulties breathing when you slowly started to crawl on the bed towards him. 

“I’m glad you wore the lingerie I sent you,” he whispered, hands reaching towards you to feel the material under his fingertips. But you grabbed them with a sudden force and Doyoung groaned, finding himself pinned to the bed instead.  

“No touching,” you purred. 

The young man sighed, feeling his cock twitching on his lower stomach. 

You eyed it and smiled like a cat. “You want me to touch you, babe?” 

Doyoung nodded. “Please?” 

You licked your lips and leaned down, your lips so close to his cock to make him audible whine. A little bit. A little bit more and he would feel-

And then he woke up shaking in his bed. 

“Shit.” Doyoung closed his eyes again, rolling on his back with a certain difficulty. 

His cock was so hard that it was almost painful and he felt short-breathed. 

He looked at his ceiling again and he blinked twice when he realized by the hue of it that his phone lit up. 

With a groan he extended his arm to the side and grabbed it, narrowing his eyes at the bright screen. 

Then he choked and sat up.

“Fuck!” Doyoung exclaimed upon seeing his phone turn dark in his hands. 

With a quick roll of the body, he put his palms on the ground looking for his charger. It took him some other swears and grunts to finally charge it but the phone remained black.

“What the fuck,” he sighed, hitting his head into the pillow.

_____

It was in the way you walked, the way your feet touched the floor. 

Or maybe it was the way the air floated between your fingers when you moved your wrists as if grabbing something in Doyoung’s chest and pulling him towards you. 

The line of your back extended up until your neck, the line of your jaw, your cheeks puffing up when you laughed and your eyes closing for a second. The sound of it making his heart beat faster and a little smile creeping on his lips although he was in a very bad mood that day. 

The people you were talking to stopped looking at you and stared somewhere behind your back instead. 

Mouth still open while explaining to them that blue and red looked disgusting together, you turned around to see what caught their attention and you met Doyoung’s face. 

Your breath hitched and you had to swallow a few times before being able to speak. 

“Hey,” you straightened your back as he approached you. 

“It’s time for a lunch break,” he announced without batting an eye. 

You blinked a few times, trying to process his presence there all of a sudden. 

“You’re dismissed,” he spoke to the creative team and they obeyed him, walking away slowly and chuckling between themselves. 

You waited for them to not eavesdrop and huffed before whispering. “Who do you think you are?” 

“Your soulmate.” 

He slipped his hand in yours and started to walk towards the exit. You let yourself be dragged amused for the first steps then stopped. 

“My bag.” 

Doyoung rolled his eyes and raised his other hand that was already holding it. 

“Come on. I’m starving.” 

“Where are we going?” you asked the back of his head as you were already descending the stairs. “Why are you here?” 

“I’m annoyed,” he replied as if that was a sufficient explanation and opened the passenger seat’s door for you. "So I wanted to see you because it puts me in a good mood."

You looked at him for a few moments then sighed, trying to conceal your flustered emotions. 

“Why are you annoyed? Because you realized that leaving me on read last night was stupid?” you put on your seatbelt. 

When you raised your head Doyoung’s palms were on both sides of your face and his lips on yours. You exhaled softly, not expecting any of it so suddenly, then timidly you rested your hand on his knee. The luscious material of his suit was delicate under your fingertips so you absentmindedly started to draw little circles on it, imitating the pattern Doyoung’s tongue was making yours dance in. When he pulled away slightly you managed to look at his eyes. He placed another peck on your lips, then another. By the time he placed the third one you were giggling. The corners of his mouth raised too and you cupped his face and he flinched imperceptibly. 

“I thought you wanted to slap me.” 

“There are many reasons why I would want to slap you but not today.” 

“Not today.” 

“Be ready anytime.” 

“You too,” he kissed your knuckles before putting his hands on the wheel. “But like on the butt.”

The engire roared as Doyoung turned the keys. 

“My phone died,” he explained. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“I swear.”

The engine roared again and you drove away from the winery's parking lot. 

You sighed, crossing your arms on your chest. 

“It’s okay. Only because you’re sweet.”  

"Am I sweet?" 

"You are." 

"You're sweet too so I can't wait to eat you out again."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Okay, you went there." 

But he didn't do anything you'd expect him to do. Entering his apartment calmly, you both let the shoes at the entrance and you sighed to feel his soft living room rug under your bare feet. 

No bending, no pushing and no hands to knead your flesh. 

You tilted your head to the side amused as he placed your bag on the couch and ventured towards the kitchen. 

"Is Jaemin home?" you inquired. Maybe that was the reason he didn't want to rearrange your guts that day. 

Doyoung took away his jacket and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Your eyes followed his movements and although you weren't horny one bit before you saw him, now you would have been able to go on for multiple rounds with no rest in between upon seeing just his forearms. You took away your jacket too and expected him to do something already but he turned around and entered the kitchen instead. 

"I'm making spaghetti."

You blinked at his profile as he retrieved a pan and a pot, filling the latter with water. 

"Did you really bring me here for lunch?" you couldn't help but ask as you sat down at the table. 

"Yeah. Why? Is that strange?" 

You shrugged. "I don't know. You've always sought me for other things."

He faked an offended expression. "I fed you dinner last time."

You smiled. "But you also fucked me."

"You want me to fuck you after spaghetti?" 

"Not necessarily. I like just hanging out with you, but only you like it as well."

As if sensing something in your tone, his amusement wore off when he finally started to cut the onions. 

"Of course. Why wouldn't I like it?" 

"I mean, we've never really openly discussed this," you gestured between you. "Hell, I fucked you three times before knowing your name."

"You've never asked for it."

"Yeah, well, my mouth was busy doing something else." 

He smiled a little and let the onions fall into the hot pan, stirring a few times and opening the fridge to retrieve the tomato sauce. 

"How do you want to discuss it?" 

His voice got quieter and you had the hunch that he really didn't like having serious talks or emotional ones. Just like, well, just like your supposed soulmate. The thought made your stomach knot up. 

"I know this might sound a little funny, but like, what are we?" 

Doyoung added the tomato sauce and sprinkled salt, pepper and hot pepper flakes on it before stirring. His domestic look made your chest hurt in ways you've never experienced with him before and suddenly you were afraid to know what he had to say. 

"I don't know, but we can be something starting now."

You sighed a little. "Like, friends with benefits?" 

Doyoung's expression didn't change but his throat moved as he swallowed. The water started to boil and he put the spaghetti in, pushing them inside as they softened. 

"You want us to be friends with benefits?" 

No. 

Yes. 

But like no. 

You wanted the friends, you wanted the benefits, but you wanted more. 

Would you scare him away if you said that? Would he retreat just like he did when you mentioned the soulmates discourse? 

"What about you?"

Dancing around each other like two assassins about to throw the first dagger you let the silence be the witness of it. 

"I like you," he hit you first but it was no knife. It was light just like a kiss and your eyelids fluttered. 

"Really?" 

He let out a single soft chuckle. "Yeah. Why are you so surprised?" 

You gulped and looked around not knowing what to say. 

"It's just-- your whole soulmate discourse made it look like you wouldn't be romantically interested in me at all."

Doyoung didn’t speak for a moment as if trying to remember, then nodded. 

"I don't believe in soulmates." 

He placed the lid on the sauce and let it slowly cook. 

"I believe in choices. And I'm choosing you I guess."

"Don't you think that maybe you're conditioned to choose me because I'm your soulmate?" you tried to joke but Doyoung didn't smile. 

"And where would the fun be in that? My freedom? I think the universe might give you a path but you're free to follow it or not."

"Of course. But isn't it comforting to know that the universe is taking care of you that way?" 

"Maybe. Perhaps we're actually soulmates and we've met like ones but now it's our duty to do something about it. I can decide not to see you anymore. What's the universe going to do about it?" 

"Make me get into your way and annoy you?" you smiled and his lips curved too.  

"What I'm trying to say is that I think we're making our soulmates. I decide that you're my soulmate and we mould ourselves to fit each other. No one is a perfect fit."

You didn't know what to say. 

"I tried all of this time you know? I actively sought you out and maybe to you it was fate but we wouldn't be here if I didn't come to you. But you've just been waiting."

His words stung your heart and it felt like a scold. 

"I just--it's not like I don't care. I also like you. A lot. I was just--hoping for it to be soulmate like, you know? Maybe that was childish of me." 

"What did the Lady tell you? As your last words?" 

"To have faith."

"Me too. But to me, faith is putting in the effort and believing in good results. Not waiting for stuff to happen."

"I guess you're right."

"Would you have let me go if you didn't think I was the soulmate you were looking for?" 

You blinked a few times unable to speak. 

Yeah. 

You would have and the sudden realization felt so scary that your spine started to shiver. 

He has been speaking without looking at you and at your silence, he turned his head towards you. When he noticed your glossy eyes he let the pan go and walked towards you.

"Why? No. Why are you crying?" he kneeled in front of you, talking with a soft voice and he placed his hands on your shoulders. 

You shook your head shocked to see a few drops on your thighs and quickly patted your cheeks dry. Then you let out a timid laugh. 

"I don't know what happened. I got emotional all of a sudden. It's fine."

Doyoung sighed and nibbled at his lower lip. 

"What I'm trying to say is, even if someone came to me now and told me that you're not my soulmate and they are instead, I would not care. I'm still choosing whoever I want and that's you."

You felt your chin shake by itself and hated the fact that you wore your emotions on your sleeve like that. 

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" 

You shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like I fucked up something." 

Doyoung waited, his fingers gently running your arms. 

"I would have probably made the mistake of letting you go-," you sobbed, "and at first since things have been so weird and not necessarily easy I didn’t try enough-," 

His eyes softened and he pulled you into a hug. 

"You're here now. Why are you worrying about things that could have happened?" 

You wrapped his neck and hid your face into his shirt. His familiar scent culled you and you bathed in his warmth. 

"I feel like I'm very childish right now and the lady told me that my soulmate liked me for being a boss woman-," 

"I like all of our sides, you fool," he pulled you away and kissed your forehead. 

"But you’d like me more if I tied you up." "You’d also like me more if I tied you up." "I actually like it when you're subby." "See? And the lady told me that you liked me being dominant." "I do love it when you're dominant," you timidly circled his chest with your finger. "Hm, maybe I should-," 

"The pasta!" you yelled pointing your finger and Doyoung jolted turning around towards the stove. 

The pasta was completely fine and he sighed closing his eyes. 

"I thought it was on fire," he complained with a whiny tone as he turned the stove off. Quickly he drained the spaghetti and threw it in the tomato sauce stirring it afterwards. With the corner of his eye, he saw you stand. 

"Come here."

You giggled and took a few quick steps back. 

His eyes were furious and paired with his smiling expression he looked like a tornado. 

"Come here," he repeated. 

You shook your head. 

"I said-," he managed to grab you and throw you on his shoulder, "-come here."

"Fuck!" you squealed. "Yeah, fuck, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you now."

One second you were standing and the other you were lying down on the couch with the most aggressive Doyoung you’ve ever seen attached to your neck. 

The whines came quickly as he sucked your skin inside the mouth, not worrying for a second if it might become sore. As you grabbed his belt his iron fingers clasped your wrists together and you found yourself pinned with your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell fast looking at his dark eyes under the unstyled fringe. 

“Be a good girl and perhaps I’ll think about making you cum,” he whispered through his teeth. You squirmed under him and found yourself breathless. 

“Did you hear me?” his other hand fell back the exact moment he bit down on your clothed nipple. 

“Are you not wearing a bra?” 

You giggled. “I manifested you coming to see me today. And you did.” 

His eyes were dark as they analyzed you and for an instance, you thought he’d burst into tears. 

But then he reached the hem of your blouse and lifted it up in a second, biting your nipple, letting his tongue circle it afterwards, soothing the sudden sweet pain then biting on it again, stretching it out, sucking on it, giving the same treatment to the other one. His fingers intertwined yours when he felt your wrists try to lift up from the couch and he pushed them down even harder than before. 

“Do I have to tie you all up? Huh? I bet you’d like it, right?” 

His breath was hot on your lips and so was his tongue when he took it out and slowly outlined them with his wet tip. You opened your mouth and took out your tongue too with a little moan, trying to catch him into a kiss, but he chuckled lightly and let you feel the air instead. Another whine as you lifted your head to reach him but he was quick to push you down by pressing his fingers on your throat. You choked lightly and he pouted. 

“Bad baby girls don’t get to kiss,” he murmured. "But if you really want it-" he pressed one finger on your lower lip and opened your mouth. Y

our thighs tightened their hold around his waist and you pulled him towards you even more. The trail of saliva falling on your tongue from his mouth added somehow to the wetness between your legs. 

You wanted to be a good girl. You wanted to be a good girl so badly, pleasing him and letting him whatever he wanted to you. 

Swallowing slowly, you opened your mouth for more and he finally shoved his tongue inside, kissing you deeply, grunting as he let your hands go and you were quick to let them slide under his shirt. 

His skin was hot and your fingers icy cold. He hissed when you circled his nipples and bit your lip. 

"Maybe you should warm your hands by doing something useful." He took his cock out and-

"Okay, that's enough!" Jeno threw a cloth on the crystal ball. 

"Ah! Come on! I was having so much fun," the Lady complained, jingling her earrings as she giggled. 

The boy sitting across the table made a throwing up sound. "Also, why are you still looking like that? It's creeping me out," he commented. 

The Lady looked at the mirror on her right and chuckled again. 

"I like it when Haechannie is like this," Jaemin appeared from behind him and playfully kissed his cheek. 

Jeno made another gag sound. "Gross."

Haechan shook his head and as the boys blinked he was back to his boyish looks. "I'll never get used to this," Jaemin murmured as he was not holding long hair anymore. 

"Good job guys. We did it again," Haechan stood up and yawned, lifting his arms in a satisfying stretch. "If Jaemin didn't get back home that time she was over then it might have been quicker," Jeno lifted his legs on the table and leaned down on the chair. 

“This is my first job! It was very tough for me actually,” Jaemin complained. 

“Hard for you? I had to be myself, the winery girl, the secretary-,” he counted on his fingers. 

“I had to be the cashier and I almost lost it when Jaemin said he couldn’t wait to taste your wet pussy-,” Haechan threw his head back and laughed. Jaemin imitated him soon after.

“Did you see Doyoung’s face? He wasn’t into it at all.” 

"I miss being a Gryffindor. This universe is boring as fuck,” Jeno rolled his eyes even if he was also smiling a little. 

"The next one might be as boring as this my dear friends," Haechan sat back down and brought out his book. 

Jeno groaned. "Can't we have a normal life for once? I had to pretend I was a girl. And not only. The thought of Y/N thinking I was doing BDSM stuff with that guy-," he indicated a very amused Jaemin, "-took a toll on my health." 

"I'm sorry I'm not a shapeshifter too. I would have loved to be the girl in this relationship. Also, it was you that told her we were doing BDSM stuff, not me.”

“It’s because I forgot to fully shift my arms! She thought I was-,”

"Quiet."

As Haechan spoke the guys immediately stopped talking and Jeno put his feet down. 

"The next one is going to be a hard one. We're going to a dark place."

He closed the book.

"To hell, boys."

[ilcaeryx]

Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm.  “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice  was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life. 

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

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Chapter 4

Just Like Magic

Main Masterlist

     Calypso sat on the bucket that she had officially proclaimed as her seat. 

     “Come on up! Come on up, folks! And see the amazing C Master perform her newest trick,” her assistant yelled. 

     In actuality, it was one of the little girls, Ivy, from the home she visited. The little seven year old practically worshipped the ground the teen walked on. Calypso figured that the adorableness and pure innocence that came with the young child would be great in aiding her ‘sells’ and it especially helped that little Ivy just lost her two front teeth and had a slight lisp when she talked. 

     Or maybe it was the mystery/unusualness of the situation. There were two kids sitting in front of the park just about everyday, even when they should’ve been in school. One always had a black hoodie--regardless of the temperature--and a mask that covered the bottom of their face while the younger hadn’t even hit their growth spurt yet. And all without an adult. 

     Either way, Calypso didn’t give a fuck. She just needed a certain distance between her and another person and quick hands. And she sure as hell had some quick hands. 

     As the crowd continued to grow (although it seemed some just wanted to humor the kids), the teen stood and made herself known.

     “For this trick, I’ll be needing a volunteer. Anyone?”

     Immediately, the four or five children that seemed to be within the sea of people raised their hands, all yelling variations of ‘Me! Pick me!’

     While Calypso thought the kids were absolutely darling and the look of awe on their faces after she pulled the trick off would’ve been quite endearing, they weren’t the ones she wanted. Because they didn’t have anything of value to her. Sure, she could’ve stolen the candy that was in their pockets for shits and giggles but she wasn’t that cruel. 

     So her eyes continued to scan across the crowd, specifically looking at wrists and hands, necks, hell even ears. But eventually, her eyes had been caught and her determination had risen about one thousand levels. And she thanked whatever lords were above as her eyes squinted when she smirked and made eye contact with her ‘volunteer’.

     “You, in the teal skirt.” 

     The woman seemed surprised as she glanced at the others surrounded around her and reluctantly made her way towards the teenager. The woman seemed quite short, but luckily for Calypso she had worn heels making the two practically eye to eye. 

     Once she made it to the front, the noise coming from the group had significantly lowered as they noticed the magician pull out a deck of cards. Shuffling them a little, the teen raised her gaze and made eye contact with her participant. 

     “What’s your name?”

     “Susan,” the woman replied albeit a little hesitant. 

     “Okay, Susan, here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna show you my deck, you’re gonna pick a card. Then I’ll try to see if I can guess your card.”

     Taking a pause she reaches behind the woman’s left ear and pulls out a card presenting it to the audience. 7 of spades. 

     “Just like that.”

     Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she raises an eyebrow at the woman in front of her.

     “Got it?”

     With no further words, Calypso takes her hands and spreads the cards between them. The teen closes her eyes and turns her head to the side to ensure the audience that she isn’t cheating. She can faintly hear Ivy whispering to the audience trying to keep them interested. 

     “Better keep watching, folks. You don’t wanna miss this at all.”

     Finally, she’s alerted by a tap on her hand that Susan had completed her task and opened her eyes. 

     “Alright. Look at your card. Remember it. Put it back in the stack.”

     The woman did as told and watched as the child in front of her went into her zone, shuffling the cards once again. Abruptly, the teen stopped and looked up. 

     “It’s not in here.”

     Susan frowned and tilted her head, “I’m pretty sure I placed it back properly.”

     It took everything in Calypso not to roll her eyes at the woman and her tone. 

     “Well, it’s not here and--oh wait!”

     She reached behind the adult’s right ear and pulled the card out. 

     “There it is! How did it even get back there?

     The audience erupted into quiet cheers as the two kids regrouped and bowed. A few tips were placed in the raggedy satchel that sat next to the teen’s bucket. 

     As the people dispersed, the older of the two ran up to her bag and checked the amount they received. 

     “Hey, we actually got more tips than trash today! 25 bucks.”

     Ivy looked up from where she was packing her backpack up with a frown, “No more of those condom things?”

     The coily-headed teen snorted and shook her head. 

     “Nah, there’s still...one in here.”

     “It’s better than six,” the seven-year-old muttered. 

     With a smile etched onto her face, Calypso pulled her mask off and made her way to her ‘sister’. 

     “Why did you pick her and not one of the kids?”

     As the teen walked out of her self-proclaimed alley, a woman ran into her. 

     “Ugh, watch where you’re going you little demon!”

     Agitated, Calypso looked the woman up and down. 

     “Ugly ass skirt,” she muttered before walking away.

     “No reason,” the elder replied.

     They began their trek back to the house with the honks and yells filling the silence between the two. 

     Ivy and Calypso had always been close; not saying the latter wasn’t close with any of the other kids. The teen was there when the girl had first arrived at the home, looking scared and lost. Hell, she didn’t blame her at all. 

     For some strange reason, the then toddler had latched herself to her. Calypso thinks that she sees some of her in the young girl. But she couldn’t be sure; her mind wasn’t all that reliable. 

     As they neared the place of their residence, the elder wrapped her arm around Ivy’s shoulder. 

     “Thanks for doing this with me today, Vee.”

     The younger girl rolled her eyes and slipped from the teen’s embrace. 

     “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure I get my cut,” she said as she ran up the ramp and into the door.

     “Little asshole.”

-

     It was later in the evening when Calypso was out and about again. The pocket inside of her satchel had been recently filled with at least 300 bucks from the earrings she had just pawned (Harold owed her a favor). 

     She decided that the weather was nice enough to take a small stroll through the park and took out her mask and flipped her hood up--well as far as she could considering there was a puff sitting on top of her head. 

     As her eyes danced across the park, someone--a woman with sunglasses came into her view. A very familiar woman at that. 

     She pretended that she wasn’t suspicious and went on with her walk as if she knew nothing. But in her peripheral, she continued to inconspicuously observe this person who was now in the front of her mind. Calypso turned her head in their direction and she saw her head drop. 

     Her eyes wandered across the park as her heart rate increased. She just had to show up today. Would she ever get off of my back?

     The teen then sped up her pace, hands gripping the strap of her satchel. Why today of all days? 

     She was sick of all this glancing over her shoulder. She was sick of all the paranoia. This woman just wouldn’t quit. 

     Her sick smile and her claws she called nails always made the young girl’s skin crawl. 

     Calypso allowed herself one more look over the shoulder before climbing up the tree that she hoped would give her the anonymity she needed. 

     The woman took step after step, heels clacking against the cement. Who the hell wears heels to the park?

     Each click spiked fear through Calypso’s body. It was if there was a jolt of electricity that would flow through her with each of her movements. 

     With shaky hands, the teen lifted an old camera out of her bag and snapped a picture. She watched as the woman made her way out of the park, letting out a breath of relief, the tension following behind. 

     Today of all days. 

-

     Debbie raised an eyebrow at Lou when a knock reverberated throughout the room. The platinum blonde shrugged in reply to the silent question as the brunette made her way to the entrance of the loft. 

     The woman looked through the peephole and furrowed her eyebrows before opening the door. Outside was a teen, practically shivering (Debbie didn’t know if it was from the cold or from nerves) with pleading eyes. 

     “You gotta help me. Please.”

[downywrites]

Bird found a cracked prompt and wanted to write it. Wilbur is a dragon. Bird has no words.

...Wilbur is a fucking dragon. I can’t even. Bestie, I can’t. I have no fucking words for how weird this prompt is. Like, no words. Enjoy the shitpost fic.

All was silent on the grounds of church prime. The bells had not been rung, the pews unpolished and undusted. Light rays streamed through the windows, sending shadows scurrying for cover from the dancing squares of lavender-tinted light. The sound of a person stepping onto the marble floor echoed softly. Soft, fluffy feathers puffing up to give him as much warmth as he could possibly get from the cold, imposing building, he shivered, cursing lightly in Spanish as he went. He huddled up to the largest window, basking in the relative warmth there. Quacking happily, curling up on the nearest pew and closing his eyes in bliss.

A similar creaking noise pierced the air, signifying the entry of a new person. Quackity paid it no heed, waving it off as a normal churchgoer. The worst thing one of those people can do is call him weirdchamp. And sure, it would make him cry, but it was only for the subs, you know? A man like him would never, you know, actually cry because someone called him that. (He totally does. He’s really, really sensitive to being called weirdchamp.) Boots drummed on the marble as they walked, a dull thump emanating occasionally when they knocked into something. Confused, he perked up a little, peeking ever so slightly over the pew to look at the source of the noise. A small gasp escaped his mouth. There, in all of his (not at all undead) glory, was Wilbur Soot.

The so called ghost of the SMP sighed loudly, placing his guitar on the floor to play with his belt and inventory a little. He pulled out a small flint and steel, smiling sentimentally, before putting it away in favor of taking out a guitar pick. Quackity’s mind was racing a mile a minute. ‘What? How that fuck? Did Dream actually revive him? No fucking way. Let me get closer.’ He shuffled closer, looking in shock at the very obviously living and breathing person in front of him. Wilbur himself failed to notice the duck hybrid sneaking closer, starting to strum out a few chords on his guitar, wincing slightly at how off-tune it had become from his journey to the church.

He plucked each string with a sense of gentleness in the gesture, as if he was tuning someone’s soul instead of an instrument. His hands danced over the strings and the tuning pegs as quick as the wings of a dove beat while spiraling through the air. Soft, almost timid tuning noises filled the place of worship. Quackity watched, transfixed, as the tuning died down to a few notes, then to nothing once more. Wilbur looked down at the beaten-looking guitar, relief etched onto his face. He sharply inhaled, ready to play the first chords of his song. The sound of his voice reverberated through the space, making his voice sound just as otherworldly as his winged father. The beauty and elegance in his voice contrasted with his words, keeping the duck intrigued by his song. He bounced along to the beat of it, going so far as to quietly trill along to it every once in a while. He let his eyes flutter shut, basking in the warmth of his song. All of a sudden, the music stopped.

“Quackity?” Wilbur’s voice rang out in disbelief. “Why are you here?” Panic welled up in Quackity’s chest. His eyes snapped open, wings splaying in an effort to right himself as quickly as possible. He squeaked loudly, ducking a little underneath the pews in an effort to conceal himself. Trembling, he sat there, not breathing, not moving. A few downy feathers shook themselves free from his wings, settling to the ground gently. The hesitant sound of him approaching made him shake even more, small whimpers of fear escaping his mouth against his will. “Quackity? I’m not going to hurt you.” He looked at the musician, small tears in his eyes. “Y-you promise?” He nods, confused by the turn of events. “Of course I promi-” “See you later, sucker!”

He hopped over the pews, flapping his wings to gain more jump height. The duck hybrid whoops, a great contrast to the emotions he was displaying moments before. He slams open the door, wood creaking dangerously from his sudden burst of strength. The sound of beating wings, muffled by the crunching of snow outside, made Wilbur facepalm internally. He groaned, irritated by the man’s extreme reactions. He looked out of the church door to see Quackity’s receding form. Growling lowly, he sucked in a breath, determined to make him freeze in his tracks. “You know I can fly too, right? And that I’m faster than you?” He grinned slightly. Quackity whirled around, turning to look at him midair. He cupped his hands to his mouth, trying to project his voice. Wilbur strained to hear his voice through the wind. “...you...sure...about that?” That was unmistakable. “You really want to test me, Quackity? Nobody’s supposed to know I’m back yet.” Quackity flipped him off for his efforts to communicate. With a small hop, he warmed up his legs. “You’re going to regret that when I catch you.”

He bent his knees just right to give him a good jump, pushing as hard as he could with both of his feet. He soared through the air a little, giving himself just enough airtime to spread his wings open. They unfurled from behind his back, leathery webs catching the chilly air with practiced ease. He winced at the sharp chill of the snow touching the appendages, before beating his wings strongly to catch up with the fleeing duck hybrid. The wind howled in his ears, prompting him to cover them with his beanie. Within moments, he had almost completely caught up with Quackity.

The latter of the two panted with exertion, failing to notice his shadow looming over him in his tired haze. He turned to look behind him, triumphant in his so-called victory of not being caught. “Haha, sucker! Who’s faster...now?” He looked from left to right, puzzled by his disappearance from his vision. “Where did he…” “Hello, Quackity.” He looked up slowly, eyes dilating in fear at the shape above him. “H-hi…?”

Wilbur pushed him off course, just enough so he wouldn’t get hurt. Quackity yelped, tumbling through the air and flapping his wings wildly. He struggled to keep himself upright, but deep down, both of them knew that his small, fluffy wings wouldn’t be able to support such a maneuver, much less continue to fly in the same path. He half-fell, half-floated to the icy ground below, heart banging in his chest. Wilbur glided down lazily, leathery wings making little to no sound in the gusty area. Quackity’s shoes touched the floor, making him sigh in relief.

“Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to die..”

With an elegant flourish, the musician touched down, wings folding in like origami and disappearing from view. “Hello.” Quackity couldn’t help but make the deal worse for himself. Before he had even thought of something else to say, he blurted out, “You know, saying hello like 10 times isn’t going to make you look cooler.”

His slitted eyes narrowed at the hybrid. Grabbing the duck’s shoulders firmly, he pushed him back down to the ground. His back made contact with the chilly ground, making him shiver a little. Eyes wide, he stared at the musician in slight fear. He scanned his face for any sign of joking around, for any hope in his survival. He found none. Wilburs countenance looked set in stone. “Ehehe, buddy! My friend, let’s talk about this, ok?” His grip tightened considerably, crushing his biceps and shoulder muscles a little bit more. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, dude! Please, chill out!”

Wilbur’s eyes softened a little. “Fine.” He huffed lightly, letting go of the hybrid completely and crossing his arms over his chest. His wings stretched out around him, covering him in a warm-looking cappuccino-colored blanket. Quackity stared at the pair of limbs in wonder. “When did you get these?” He wasn’t going to question how or why he was back in the first place, but he really, really wanted to know when he upgraded from his earlier pair of wings to the monstrosities that grew out of his back presently. Maybe, if he asked nicely, he’d get a pair. (In truth, he was certainly going to do something else to get it rather than ask nicely. He’s Quackity. What’s life without a little fun?)

“Hey, Wilbur? Can you hear me?” No answer. “Wilbur?” His wings shifted around him, covering up more of his body. “Come on, man! You can’t just leave me in suspense!” He scooched over to him, poking at the leather slightly to get his attention. To his surprise, the musician giggled quietly from behind his wings. “Don’t do that.” He poked him again, signature ‘:]’ smile slowly growing on his face. He traced a vein on the other’s trembling wing, listening to the musician’s charming giggles ebbing and flowing.

“Quahahackity...Stohop…” He opened his wings a little, before choosing to close them again instead of stopping him. Quackity raised one of his eyebrows questioningly. “Oh? Did you just decide to not stop me, hm? Do you actually like this?” Wilbur said nothing to deny it, simply giggling louder and pushing his wing into the duck’s hands more. He let his hands roam over his wing, dragging his nails lightly over the soft webbing. His other hand dug gently into the skin of the wing, feeling its silky smooth texture under his palms and fingertips. All the while, Wilbur laughed away, making no move to stop his fellow musician.

Quackity began to grow tired of his quiet giggles. He dug his hands deeper into his wings, coaxing out louder barks of laughter. The other finally pushed him away. “Ahahalright, thahat’s enough.” The duck hybrid was not amused. “No, I think you need a little payback for that stunt you pulled in the air, dude.” He pounced on the other, pushing him down to the ground in a similar fashion as before. Playfulness glimmered in his eyes. Although the positioning meant that Wilbur could leave whenever he truly wished, he still felt butterflies dance lightly in his stomach. He looked away from Quackity’s wiggling fingers, cheeks burning slightly. “J-just do it.” He didn’t have to say it twice.

Quackity dug his fingers into his sides quickly, eliciting a high-pitched squeal. The hispanic’s hands darted underneath his sweater, swiping at his sides and hips. He moved from spot to spot fluidly, keeping the man underneath him guessing. Wilbur’s laughter squeaked when he rubbed and scratched at his hips, prompting him to torture that spot for a little longer. His wings flapped weakly behind him, trying to help him fly away, even though he was flat on the floor. He covered his face with his forearm, laughing behind it freely. “Duhuhuck-bohohoy! Stohohohop! Ihihit tihihihickles!” Quackity pretended to be offended.

“Duck boy? Oh, that’s rude!” He gestured at the man in mock offense with one hand. “That deserves a bit of a punishment, don’tcha think?” He grinned, a look that could scare any casino regular with a hand on their wallet. His hands wandered over to the other’s wings, laying his hands on the very bases. His entire body tensed underneath Quackity’s hands. Wilbur’s eyes widened, snapping to look at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen in ages. “Wait, Quackity- no, no, nOHO!” Quackity scribbled at the seams of his wing, rubbing at the web carefully. Wilbur arched his back almost violently. “NOHAHAHAHA! QUAHAHAHACKIHI- IHIHITY! PLEHEHE- AHAHA!” Ignoring his pleas, the duck dragged his fingers over the base again and again, relishing in the sound of the musician’s charming laughter. His exploration was cut short by a small cracking noise. He stopped for a moment, confused. “What was that noise?”

He looked around for any signs of ice around them, confusion painted on his face. “What-” “Quackity.” Wilbur’s amused voice made him turn back to look at him...to see a dragon, tail, wings, horns and all. “What.” The tan colored dragon underneath him waved at him, a familiar beanie caught in his horns. “I think the spell did more than just give me wings.” His voice sounded amused, but his mouth made no facial expressions. He pushed the duck off, shaking himself out like a dog. Quackity gaped in shock.

“You- wha- how-” The dragon’s jagged shoulders shrugged. “I’m not sure, but Dream’s spell sure did a number on my body, apparently. Want a ride back? I don’t suppose you can fly back without a running start.” He leaned down, letting him get on his back. Quackity marveled at the horse-sized creature, running his hands over his rough scales. “Woah.” He winced when his hand caught on one of his scales, waving his hand around a little bit. Wilbur, completely unknowing of his situation, crouched and took off with a loud beat of his wings. The wind battered the duck like a punch to the face, leaving him reeling. He held on to Wilbur’s scales for dear life, hoping to god he doesn’t fall off on the way back.

It didn’t take long for them to reach church prime. Wilbur landed gracefully on the grass nearby, wings battering the plants that grew nearby and, in some cases, ripping them out of the ground. “You good up there?” He craned his neck to look at him, chuckling lowly at the shellshocked face he saw peeking out from behind his wing joints. He unfurled a wing, placing the tip on the dirt. “You can come down now.” Quackity dragged himself over the scales dramatically, sliding down with a groan. “Dude, your flying taxi skills are shit…” He groaned, holding a hand over his mouth as if he was going to puke. “Bleck!” The dragon laughed, a deep rumbling noise that shook the server. “You’ll be fine, you wimp.” He got ready to fly again, wings stretching out as much as he could allow.

“What the fuck? Why is there a dragon?” Wilbur groaned loudly, rolling his eyes. “Ah, shit. Here we go again.” There were a lot of things to explain that day. It seemed that Wilbur needed to catch up with the rest. And all the while, Quackity giggled at the (newly dubbed) dragon hybrid. After all, what else is Quackity here for, other than the pure chaos?

[razorblade180-heated]

Missing You

[Smut! Lasting Embers AU]

“Finally! Home again!” Yang shouted into her house, followed by the giggling from feeling Jaune’s arms wrap around her waist.

“Only this time it’s for real.” He kissed her cheek. “Second time’s the charm.”

They walked in slowly just to take the moment in. Ten plus years of fighting had a way of making Yang very sentimental, not to mention thankful for marrying someone who never gave up on her return.

Jaune finally let go to get something for her to eat since she was probably hungry from the journey back, but was quickly pulled back into another comforting hug.

“You know, I think I missed this feeling the most.” She said as she took in his scent. “You’re as warm and calming as the day I left.”

“Which time?”

“Both, I can never describe how much I missed you.”

Jaune could say the same. Instead he lifted his wife’s head up and stole a kiss. It was passionate, not to mention liberating. All this time and it felt just like he remembered; time might’ve made it stronger even. He finally broke it off and planted another on her forehead that made her blush more than she already was.

“This almost feels like a dream. You and Yujin kept me going but even I started to think-”

“Sssshhh” Jaune said,rubbing her face. A tear threatened to appear on Yang that he wiped away. “Believe me, I know. Not a day went by that I didn’t ache for you. Yujin too, but we got through it all thankfully. Rest now and I’ll make you something.”

His words soothed her soul in a way only he could. They wouldn’t sway her from letting Jaune get out all his emotions however. “Jaune…” his name escaping her lips slowly.

Yang had stood on her toes and gave him a more passionate kiss. Jaune couldn’t help but groan as her hands rubbed his chest and her tongue invited itself into his mouth. The intensity brought them stumbling to the ground into a straddle, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them even after stopping the kiss.

Jaune’s eyes were trained on Yang’s body in its entirety. Not just in lust, but in longing. Hair, eyes, smile, blemishes, he missed it all so much.

“It couldn’t have been easy keeping faith, or raising Yujin. Yet you did it in strides.”

“Believe me, there was dark days”

“I know.” Yang pressed her body against him and put her forehead on his. The shared expression of deep desire sunken into them. “Just let it all out. I want...I need you to show me how much you missed me. Her breathing became slightly unstable. Yang’s beautiful lilac eyes drifted up and down him as they became red “because I really need to show you how much I missed you.”

A switch flipped inside of Jaune. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss, one that was hungrier than the last. He quickly went for Yang’s neck and started leaving heated kisses all over it, his teeth sinking into it to mark the pale flesh red.

Yang’s body shifted and rubbed up on him as every single thing they did made her moan for him. “Please don’t tease long…”

“Endure it.” His tone more strict from desire.

That tone could give him anything he wanted right now. Yang ironically was always the meeker one when it came to these sort of things, What could she say? It felt good to be the one being out of control for once. “Yes sir” was she could manage before Jaune removed her shirt and bra.

No time was wasted kneading and sucking on the mounds of flesh. He was going to worship every bit of her.

“Aaaa~ Fucking…..aaahh!” Yang’s hands clenched Jaune’s hair and held on for dear life. His body leaned forward until Yang’s back was against the carpet. To think the floor would be there setting for such a reunion? It was perfect. The bed would probably break.

Yang’s hips raised up by reflex and Jaune immediately removed her pants before stripping himself too.Funny how years apart didn’t change their speed in times like these.

Jaune took a moment to examine his wife yet again. Her toned thighs, sculpted arms, trained waist, and heavily breathing chest. Not to mention her dripping core she oh so let him see by spreading her legs. There were a few more scars than before, that was natural. So was the natural blemish that would come from age, mainly a few wrinkles and knowing Yang, she probably wished she was a tad skinnier.

“As beautiful as the day we met”

Those words made her look away from him. It wasn’t fair how he always knew what to say. “Lady Killer as always.”

He smirked and bent down until his breath could be felt against the wanting woman’s clit. He gave it an antagonizing slow lick before dipping his tongue lower to properly taste her. Earning him the sweet sound of a moan bellowing out for Yang.

He made his way inside of her and held her legs in place. Yang couldn’t help but quiver and shake as she felt Jaune’s tongue lap up her overflowing juices. This felt better than she remembered. Way better! Yang propped herself up with her arm to see his cobalt blue eyes looking right at her. He was so hot, so...everything. She had forgotten just how much he made her feel like she was everything.

“Jaune!” She whined. “It’s too much!”

He slid his tongue out. “Good.” There was that voice again. His mouth formed around her sensitive nub and Jaune began sucking and slurping while his middle finger took the place of his tongue.

“For fu...fu..ah gods.” It was indeed too much for Yang. Only a few thrust was more than enough before her walls clamped around the digit and her body convulsed from her orgasm. Yang wasn’t sure how she managed to go as long as she did with Jaune’s touch, but it wasn’t happening again.

Finally he was able to remove his finger. The sheer amount of excitement he got from feeling just how wet and hot she was pushed him to finally progress. “Yang, get on-”

Yang was already moving. Not to his orders, at least not at first. She turned her body around to face and grabbed a hold of his seven inch member and wrapped it around her mouth.

No sounds were made besides the subtle wet sucking and not so subtle groans as he throbbed in Yang’s mouth. Somehow resisting the urge to thrust as he felt her tongue glide across the underside.

‘His taste is thicker, more potent.’ She thought as she bobbed her head deeper. She felt his right hand press on her cheek and blushed deeper as Jaune was clearly enjoying it.

“You’re so sexy.” He groaned. Yang did everything in her power to not stop blowing him right then and there and just let him go at her. She wanted to do this though. After all this time, Yang wanted to do as much as possible. That included a load to the mouth. She wouldn’t admit it but the anticipation was making her so hot for him.

“Get ready for a mouthful.” Gods it was like he was reading her mind. Everything he said was what she wanted to hear. A slight tense in his grip signaled Yang to open wider, accepting the violent twitches of his shaft releasing thick ropes of cum that blanketed her throat. The taste was stronger too. Just how much was Jaune pent? Did he ever touch himself, he had to right? She sure did.

Jaune watched her gulp it down all at once before licking the tip of his still very erect length.Yang finally stopped and layed on her side with one leg bent and her forearm propping herself up. Jaune took the bent leg and put it on his right shoulder while his right hand held her hip.

“I love you.” He said while he rubbed the tip against her. Jaune knew he might not be able to say much once they started.

“I love you too.” Yang’s words dripped with lustful passion. “No please bury that cock into your wife and give it to her in your favorite position.”

Jaune slid in with no resistance whatsoever. Both gasped at the sudden feeling and Jaune’s right hand squeezed more around her shapely ass than her hip now.

Their eyes locked at Yang could already feel the heat start to rise in her core that threatened to melt Jaune in slick pleasure. In this position, he was gonna hit every spot from the start. His left hand grabbed Yang’s left boob for added pleasure and he thrusted deep.

Tight, she was overwhelmingly tight. “Yang!”

“Move! Don’t you dare hold back!”

He wasn’t planning on it. Jaune pulled back before thrusting his hips forward again and again and again; rapidly picking up his speed. Each thrust scraped a little deeper and kissed Yang’s womb. Years without practice and they were still in sync, making their emotions flare even more.

Yang’s nails dug into the carpet for any kind of leverage against Jaune’s passionate rutting. There wasn’t a movement that didn’t make her moan loudly and stir her up. Yang tried to bite her bottom lip to gain any sense of self control but it was a far cry from working. Her body showed many ways to Jaune just how much pleasure he was giving her.

Her pale skin was now covered in a thin layer of sweat and flushed all over. Strands of her long, beautiful hair clung to her face in a way that mesmerized Jaune. The way he looked at her only made Yang feel more sensitive, the sound and smell of her own arousal filling the room.

“I missed you so fucking much Jaune!” Her voice pleaded, letting all her emotions run free. Yang reached out to him with one arm and Jaune graciously bent forward.

It hooked itself around Jaune’s neck and Yang pulled him into their hottest kiss yet. Jaune never stopped moving his hips into her. As far as he was concerned, her love was the only thing sustaining him right now. The love he had been starved of for so agonizingly long.

“I’m never letting you go again.” Jaune all but growled. “I was...so lonely. Everything hurt some way without you.”

Jaune's left hand caressed her body and clung to it as if it might slip away. Yang couldn’t help but ache and yearn even more from his words. Their shared loneliness drives them heights better than any dream they might’ve had throughout the years. He made her feel so good, so...happy.

Time seems to erase itself as they continue their intense love making. What could’ve only been around twelve or so minutes felt like hours. And as much as Yang didn’t want it to end, she had been staving off her orgasm for half of that time.

The word “close” was all she could muster to say but he got the message. Jaune leaned into her ear.

“Your voice, body, everything…” he whispered. “I want to feel all of it again.” His thrusts got even harder and Yang could only hold her head down and shut her eyes tight as his words broke her down. Teetering on the edge never felt this incredible. Finally he said the one thing that she waited to hear since they started.

“Cum for me.” His voice, extra low… “my dragon”

A nickname that should’ve been inappropriate for this moment, and yet it’s what did her in.Yang had no choice but to scream as her body gave into Jaune’s command to cum, her blazing hot core coiling around him with suffocating grip in an attempt to milk Jaune of everything he had to give.

Jaune made no attempt to resist the pleasure and his body tensed up several thrusts later. Ropes of cum spurted right into her womb. Sending strong chills across Yang’s body as she rode out her orgasm with Jaune, with quiet groans of pleasure still lingered from both of them.

Jaune finally put her leg now which surprisingly didn’t cramp. Jaune’s body nearly fell on top of Yang’s before he managed to catch himself. Now they were face to face again with eyes that were still filled with fire as well as happiness.

Yang’s finger traced his lips before giving him a quick and gentle kiss. “You’ve gotten better with age.” Her face grew red at her own compliment.

Jaune smirked. “I’m not the only one.” He took Yang’s left hand and planted a small kiss right on her wedding ring that damn near made her heart explode.

“It’s not fair, turning the sexy off and on like that.” Yang giggled. She cradled Jaune’s face and smiled. “No more lonely nights, I promise.”

A gave her a comforting nod. Yang couldn’t begin to imagine how many brave faces he had given their daughter, or the anxiety of getting terrible news over the phone. A person can only take so much and Jaune had gotten his fair share of loss. They all had, Yang wanted to take some of that pain away.

The husband and wife found themselves kissing each other again. It couldn’t be helped, they had to make up for lost time. What started off lovingly quickly turned back into something more passionate and wanting as Yang let out a sudden gasp at the feeling of Jaune getting hard while still inside of her. Good thing Arc stamina went well with Xiao Long intensity.

”One more round?” He asked, flipping back on the sexy and husky voice. It really was too powerful for Yang’s own good in most situations. Most…

Her arms went under his and held on to his well toned and muscular back. “Two, and maybe one more right after unless you can’t handle-” she couldn’t even get here tease out before she felt Jaune go a little deeper, her cocky attitude immediately went cold as Jaune whispered in Yang’s ear again.

“We’re gonna be here awhile,ready to stop walking straight?”

“Yes sir.” Yang was glad to be home.

xxxx

A couple of hours passed and Tai had decided to stop by for a visit with Ruby, Yujin, and Raven. It would be nice to have a family dinner. All four stood quietly moments after entering.

Yang was laying on the couch watching TV while Jaune was cooking. Raven noticed the carpet marks on Yang’s arm, Tail was staring at the carpet cleaner that was left out, Ruby looked at the wide open window, and Yujin could see that both parents' hair was slightly wet. There was only so many reasons to shower at this time of day.

But they all could faintly catch a whiff of something. Yujin had zero experience in anything and yet she knew deep down what she was smelling. They all looked at Yang who didn’t turn around but showed visibly red ears. Same with Jaune.

Tai sighed, can we make this a cookout?

“Great idea.” The other three said at once. Jaune and Yang covered their faces. Next time, they would at least make it upstairs.

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No Truth Left - part 6

CW: N/A

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Maverick mentally shook himself. Now was not the time for self doubt. He needed to act with confidence. 

Further ingraining himself into Chie's arms, he searched the pile. The pain made moving her difficult, making the simple task all the more annoying. Bodies were such an inconvenience, though Maverick knew he had dealt with such things before, however recalcitrant he had been. Pain was a sensation best experienced by those who were not him. 

Several minutes of searching finally yielded a suitable result. Rings were too unnoticeable, necklaces and tiaras too bulky. But Chie's hands held up two gold bracelets. Maverick pressed a clasp and the bracelets swung open to snap around the wrist. Two thick rings of gold provided the support for the worshipping Deep Ones that danced around the metal. 

Maverick clamped one on Chie's wrist, then the other. They were lightweight and ran halfway up her skinny forearms. Maverick shook her arms, bouncing the bracelets around bony wrists.

The gold shuddered and squeezed, becoming flush with Chie's flesh. Not tight enough to cut off circulation, but they no longer hung loosely. The golden Deep Ones glinted menacingly against Chie's brown skin.

That's fine, Maverick thought to himself, letting Chie's arms drop as he pulled away. The needling pain vanished and he sighed. That's fine.

Chie awoke several minutes later with a breathless wheeze. Groaning, she sat up, body shaking from cold, head pounding, and chest burning.

Took you long enough. Maverick sounded impatient and Chie sighed.

"How long was I-" she stopped, incredulousness pulling her face down as she stared at her wrists. "What are these? Shackles? How did I-" She demanded.

They’re bracelets, came the exasperated reply. They should give us some measure of protection. The Deep Ones should think we're worshippers. Well, that you're a worshipper, anyway.

"No way," Chie started, examining the jewelry. There was the latch and Chie clicked it. "Last time I listened to you, I almost drowned. These-" 

She pressed the latch again. It didn't release. “Oh, come on.” She pressed and pulled the bracelet at the same time. Nothing. Using her nails, Chie dug into the hairline crack where the ends met with futility. 

"Shit."

We can worry about getting them off later. Get up and move. We've got a moment alone.

She could feel scrapes on her belly, shoulders, and legs throb. That tunnel had been so- Don’t think about it. Her fingernails were torn and chipped from where she had- Don’t think about it. Bracing herself against the wall, Chie stood. Her legs wobbled and her head spun. What did almost drowning- Don’t think about it. If she wanted to live, she couldn’t afford to think about it.

Once the world settled, Chie clicked on her flashlight and explored the cavern. It was like many of the other tunnels she explored earlier, just wider. Sloping walls surrounded her, and a few puddles dotted the floor. The piles of gold were new. Some stood at knee height, others stacked in disarray to waist height. They dotted the tunnel like haystacks in a farmer’s field, and Chie weaved around them, trying not to disturb them. The air was brisk and waves lapped against stone gently. Even though the rank, fishy odor still hung in the air, it wasn't as overwhelming as the island's topside.

As Chie passed one of the many piles of gold, she lingered. Admiration for the details was marred by a feeling of grotesque discomfort. It almost felt as if there was something more within the angled lines and swirling metal, as if she should be putting something together. But the more she tried to piece something together, the more it slipped away.

Shaking her head as if that could rid her of the unease, Chie took a step forward and felt her leg buckle. She shut her eyes, bracing herself against a stalactite as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her throat still stung from earlier, and she didn't want to vomit again.

Keep moving, Chie, Maverick prodded. She could almost feel him poking her in the small of the back.

"Give me a minute." Slow, deep breaths. If she took it slow, she'd be fine. 

We can't afford a minute. Move!

"I almost died, Maverick!" Chie snapped at him. "I almost died." Chie blinked back tears and focused again on breathing. It came crashing back with terrifying clarity, refusing to be ignored. Her shoulders shook. "I need a minute."

And the more time you spend moaning about it, the more likely something will find you.

Chie's muscles tensed. "If I'm not moving fast enough, why don't you take control and move me?" Chie paused for a remark, but none came. "If I'm such a spineless pushover, then take my body from me!"

Maverick was silent. Chie didn't push him, slipping to the ground. 

"I almost fucking died and you just..." Chie laughed weakly, running her hand over her face. Did her parents know where she was? Her friends? Would they have spent years wondering when she'd come home, only for her corpse to be stuck in a flooded tunnel surrounded by monsters? "I'm- I just-" 

You're alive. Maverick sounded chastised, and his words had the strained tone of someone who wasn't used to being patient. Steady yourself. Spiraling won't save you.

"You suck at giving advice," Chie muttered. Maverick didn't reply and she was thankful. A moment for herself wouldn’t kill them. While water dripped from the ceiling above, she could hear no slapping footsteps approaching. 

Chie breathed deep, and slipped to the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her face in them. Would she lose everything important to her? The burning in her chest refused to relent, and Chie coughed. She coughed again, as if there was more water to expel, and tears tracked down her cheeks again. She didn’t want to be here, where monsters were real and death was closer than she ever imagined.

Several minutes of feeling sorry for herself wasn’t as fulfilling as she thought it would be. When the tears ran out, and Chie’s breathing steadied once more, she just felt hollow. There was nothing for her here except answers as to why this happened, and she wouldn’t find them sitting on the ground and moping. Chie pushed herself up. She was still alive. She kept moving. Maverick's satisfaction hummed from within.

Turning a corner led Chie to a new, larger cavern. Smooth ceilings sloped down to walls filled with both carvings and multiple tunnel entrances. Large pillars, boasting more of those strange carvings, ran from floor to ceiling, and Chie wondered if they were the same pillars she saw on the surface. Perhaps giving them a wide berth was the smart idea. 

The back of the cavern opened to the vast ocean stretching beyond the reef. There was no shore, just a short, sharp drop from rock to water. Shadows from the overhanging cliff danced on the murky water. Thankfully, no Deep Ones stalked the area. Chie picked her way to the ocean, weaving around shallow pools and discarded gold jewelry.

While the gold was stacked more orderly against the stalactites and carved rocks here, they had been set aside like a child's least favorite toys. Grime marred the jewelry, and bits of ill-looking moss had begun to grow at the bottom of some of the piles. She frowned, running her finger along the maze-like lines of a beautiful tiara. A thin layer of muck was cleared away from the once gleaming surface.

Chie, look up! 

Her head twitched, and Chie’s eyes widened with awe. While she had seen boats run through the river Miskatonic, she had never seen a ship like this before. It was more decay than wood, and a large hole gaped in the bow where it was moored against the cavern's stone floor, several dozen feet from a stone dock.  One large mast jutted up from the deck, the other two broken fragments of what they once were. White sails were rotted to grey tatters that clung stubbornly to their riggings. No longer fit for sailing, but Chie was in awe of how majestic it must have been decades ago. The name Sumatra Queen was faded but still visibly painted on its side.

Chie paused in front of the ship, shining the flashlight up into the massive hole. Shadows clung to the dark wood, but she could see stairs leading to the rest of the ship. 

To your right.

Chie looked over to the dock. Next to the dock stood a metal and plastic folding table that held a battery powered lamp, papers, and pens. As she walked over to it, she saw more sturdy nylon rope on the dock. A frown tugged at her lips. 

Let’s see what these say. 

Chie turned on the lamp and picked through the papers. Laminated star charts, maps, spreadsheets, and receipts littered the tabletop and the more she looked, the more confused she felt. She examined a star chart, eyes methodically moving over the grid.

“While I’m not an astrology buff,” she started, glancing over another chart. “I should be able to pick out some constellations. But I can’t find anything, not even Polaris. Do you recognize anything?”

Vaguely, Maverick replied with a hum. It’s… strange. I’m not too sure what, exactly, I’m looking at.

“...Stars?” Chie asked as she looked at receipts. Iron, chisels, old books…

I don’t think they’re any stars of this world, Chie.

“We are not going to unpack that right now,” she replied bluntly, tossing the receipt back down. “Just who are you, Maverick?”

Wish I knew. He paused. Hey, there’s a letter.

Chie picked that up. It was less of a letter and more of a to-do list. Hastily scrawled notes, some scratched out, others circled, covered the paper. Some of it was illegible. Other parts didn’t even seem to be written in English.

“Gather materials. Prepare the gates,” Chie read out loud. “Innsmouth, Arkham, Ipswitch…”

Looks like the rest are just coordinates. Probably not near any cities, Maverick said. 

Chie pulled out one of the maps and picked a coordinate. “Here,” she said, pointing to a red circle drawn on the map. It was a few miles into the open ocean, just off the Devil’s Reef. “And… Here. Dunwich.” She frowned, pulling up a world map. “This one has marks… all over the place. More in America, some in the UK. Russia, Brazil, Antarctica, Egypt… More just… in the ocean. What is this?” 

I don’t know. With each question Chie asked, Maverick’s annoyance flared. But I do recognize the name Ipswitch. 

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Chie said, looking at the to-do list again. Contact J.H., contact N, find M. “I went there for a school trip once. Decent sized town. Nice historical district.”

No, I mean it feels… personal, in some way. I remember… an address. Maverick paused, and Chie could feel him thinking, almost mouthing the words to himself to pull any more familiarity from them. 97 Washington Ave.

“Hm…” Chie lingered on the to-do list.

We need to go there next.

“Hold on,” Chie said, shaking her head. “I thought we were supposed to get answers here! We just have more questions! I can’t just go galavanting all over Massa-”

The gentle hum of an engine cut her off. It was quiet, but fast approaching, the sound echoing all through the cavern. She couldn’t see it yet, but knew if she didn’t hide somewhere fast, it would get her. 

Chie dropped the list and stepped away from the dock. She lingered. That was an actual boat. With an engine. No fish monster would need a boat to travel over the water. Which meant people. 

The engine’s puttering grew louder.

No, Chie, Maverick cut in. You need to hide. You don’t know who these people are. And if they’re coming out to the Devil’s Reef, they’re going to be trouble.

“We’re out at the Devil’s Reef,” Chie returned as she held up her hands, bringing the bracelets into plain sight. “And what was the point of putting these on if you want to hide? If this person thinks we’re on their side, maybe they’ll help us.”

He’s going to hurt us.

“Maybe they’re just a fisherman. Maybe they saw our boat. ”

Chie! Go hide!

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