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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Puppy's Punishment

HardDom!Seungmin x Sub!Fem!Reader

🩶Genre: Smut, Porn no plot. 1% plot 99% disgusting 🥵

🩶Summary: How do you train a dog to not piss on the floor? Stick their face in it.

🩶A/N: I'm trying to write some different kinds of smut and thought I'd share. The idea came to me last night soooo here its is! Enjoy!

🩶Word Count: 2,290

‼️Warnings: Puppy Play, D/S Dynamics, Hair Pulling, Slapping, Spit, Cursing, Degradation, Piss kink, Rough sex, Cum eating/Swallowing, Mentions of breeding (Sorry If I missed any)

‼️Names Used Towards Reader: Pup, Sweet girl, Bitch, Mutt

‼️Names Used Towards Seungmin: Sir, Min, Seung

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“There's no point in hiding. I'm going to find you.” Seungmin's voice echoed through the quiet house as his bare feet padded across the hardwood slowly.

You were in trouble to put it lightly but this is exactly what you wanted. You and Seungmin had a unique relationship. In public you're the sweet silly couple, always teasing each other lovingly and cracking jokes with others. But at home it was different. You're his submissive, his pet. He is your dominant, your owner and a strict one at that. He has zero tolerance for disobedience so you make sure to be a bit bratty and break the rules from time to time, just to spice things up a bit.

“You can't hide forever, mutt.” You hear his footsteps nearing your hiding spot. You know that it's an obvious spot, you know that you'll get caught and that's exactly what you want. “What do we have here?”

You yelp in shock as he swings the closet door open, swiftly grabbing you by your foot and pulling you out of your ‘safe’ space.

“Looks like I found a spoiled, disobedient bitch in heat.” You whimper at his sharp words as he stands over you. His glare is dark yet amused. He's having fun with this.

“I didn't do it, sir.” You blink up at him through thick lashes, pretending to be oblivious to the cause of this chase.

“Really? So there's another mutt walking around here and pissing on the floor? You want to go with that story?” You bat your lashes, shaking your head at him and he clicks his tongue in response as he bends down to your level.

“When did my sweet little pup become a brat?” He reaches out to you, stroking your cheek gently with the pads of his fingers. He watches you with sparkling eyes as you melt into his touch. Savoring every second of attention.

“Ah, she wanted my attention, huh? My puppy missed me?” You nod your head softly yet fast enough to convey your urgency. “Bad girls don't get this kind of attention.”

His gentle touch shifts into a stinging pain as he slaps you firmly across your cheek causing a surprised whimper to escape you. Before you can look back at him his hand is in your hair. His nails scratch at your scalp as he grabs a fist full and pulls you forward onto all fours.

“Bad puppies get punished, you know that don't you?” He walks you by your hair, keeping his grip tight as he leads you down the hallway and over to the mess you made. You crawl as fast as you can to keep the stinging on your scalp to a minimum. You can feel your thighs getting slick and sticky with arousal as the moments pass.

“I trained you better than this, didn't I?” He stops you in front of the puddle you made on the living room floor. Pulling your head back by your hair to make sure that you look exactly where he wants.

“Yes, sir.” This was the game that you loved to play. Be a disobedient brat one second and then an angel the next. You knew that he loved it that way, he loved your fake innocence and the way that you'd submit to him once things were going according to plan for you.

“Do I need to drill the rules into you? Write them on my cock and fuck it into you?” You moan nearly instinctively and your dripping cunt clenched around nothing at his words.

“Yeah? My girl wants me to fuck the rules into her?” Seungmin's free hand pulled the hem of his sweatpants down just enough to free his hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight. He let go of his grip on your hair, pushing your head forward a bit before he circled around to your rear and kneels. He slides your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving them in a pool around your knees. His fingers glide through your folds, prodding and teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“What kind of sick girl gets off on being in trouble? You like it when I'm mad at you, huh?” Your eyes roll back into your head at his teasing tone. He smacks your ass hard and you lunge forward a bit, nearly falling into the mess in front of you.

“I asked you a question, didn't I?”

“Yes, sir. I love it when you're mad at me.” He slides two of his fingers into you as you answer him. Your mouth falls open in a quiet gasp as he stretches you, curling up towards your sensitive spot and stroking the soft wall.

“This pussy is so swollen for me.” With his free hand he spreads your cheeks and licks a wet stripe over your asshole. A deep moan erupts from your throat as he rims your hole.

“Fuck.” He pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt, there's no possible way that he isn't nearly grazing your cervix.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He scissors his fingers inside of you and you bite your lip to muffle your moan.

“I'm sorry, sir.” He slides his fingers out of your cunt, leaving you empty and longing for him.

“Show me a trick.” He leans back onto his knees with a teasing smirk on his lips.

“I- I don't know -” Before you can finish your sentence his fingers are laced through your locks again. Pulling at the strands lightly before he pushes you forward, your cheek presses against the floor and you moan at the feeling of the cool liquid on your face.

“How about you beg?” He runs the tip of his dick up and down your cunt. Collecting your slick and teasing you simultaneously. “Beg me to fuck your face into your piss.”

“S-sir.” You squeeze your eyes shut as his tip runs over your clit at a teasingly slow pace. “Please fuck me. Fuck me into the mess I made. Punish me for being a bad puppy. Please, sir. I deserve it.”

His cock breaches your dripping hole slowly, sliding in at a torturous pace. “Ah, my sweet pup is in heat for sure. Cunt so wet.”

He takes his time bottoming out, his low grunts of pleasure sends shocks right down to your cunt as you take every inch of him. “You know better.” He pulls back quickly and slams his hips into you. You lunge forward, bracing yourself with one of your hands in the puddle beneath you.

“You know better than to fucking piss on the floor, don't you girl?” His tone is mockingly sweet as he starts to pound into you.

“Y-yes Sir, I'm sor-ry.” He finds a steady rhythm, fucking you at a rough moderate pace. His hand stayed laced in your hair, holding you down into the puddle.

“You see that? You see what you did? Are you going to do it again?” He picks up his pace a bit as he tries to literally drill his rules into you. You whimper at the change. Holding your breath for a second before you answer.

“No s-sir.” He angles his hips upward, hitting the perfect spot as you stutter your reply.

“Stay.” He hisses as he removes his hand from your hair and moves to grip your hips. He speeds up more, fucking into you at an ungodly pace. Gaspy screams escape you as you brace yourself against the floor. Your hair and forearms are wet with your mess as he pounds you.

“You could've gotten fucked like a good girl.” He spreads your cheeks enough to run his thumb over your asshole. “You could've asked for my attention.”

He spits down onto the puckered hole, spreading the wetness with his thumb before pressing into the greedy hole slowly. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp at the sensation.

“But you just had to be a disobedient bitch, huh? You had to make me punish you.” A moan follows his statement as you clench around him. He tilts his head back in bliss, taking in the warmth of your walls for a second. Your moans fill the air mixed with the sound of skin slapping as your orgasm creeps up your spine.

“Sir, I'm gonna-” You’re cut off by a deep groan from your partner. He leans over you. Pressing his front to your back and reaching around to rub your clit.

“The fuck you are, hold it, mutt.” He grunts in your ear as your cunt swallows him, contracting around him repeatedly as you fight to contain your climax. “Be a good girl for once.”

He hisses at you through clenched teeth as he grinds into you, kissing your cervix lightly with the perfect curve of his cock.

“Min- seung - sir, I can't, I'm gonna.” He spits down at you and you wince at his saliva hitting your cheek, you feel it as it runs down at mixes with the piss below you.

“If you fucking cum I will ruin you.” His threat comes out as a growl that sends shivers down your spine and pleasure to your pussy. You struggle to hold back as he abuses your clit, flicking the sensitive numb at a harsh pace.

“You're going to take my cum, aren't you, pup? You're going to let me breed you. M'gonna fuck my puppies deep into this cunt.” You cry out as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge. Seungmin feels your walls flutter around him and pinches your clit between his fingers.

“Do it, I dare you, go ahead.” You know better than to listen to him. He's teasing you. Your mind knows that but your body doesn't care. A wave of burning hot euphoria washes over you as you fall apart on his dick. Your body shakes as the intensity builds with each of his rough strokes. He continues to abuse your clit to his content, ignoring your desperate cries for relief.

“Sir, it's s-so much, so much.” You can tell that he's on the edge of his pleasure by how his breathing changes and how sloppy and sharp his thrusts are getting. His nails bite into your hip as he uses you. Ignoring your cries like you're no more than a toy for him to use.

“Take.It.” He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust and you can feel your high building again at the intensity.

“Fuck, baby, take it all. I'm gonna stuff this tiny cunt full of my cum, pup. Fuck, take it, take it all.” The fucked out growl in his tone nearly sends you over the edge for a second time. You feel his cock twitch in your pussy as his thumb pushes deeper into your ass, filling you up to his knuckle.

You moan as his hot cum spills into you, painting your walls white as it tries to escape your tight hole. Seungmin slows his thrusts as he comes down from his high, still maintaining a slow and deep rhythm.

“You like making messes?” He lets go of your hair as he sits up, pulling out of your cunt slowly. He watches as your pussy clenches and his cum seeps out of you, dripping onto the floor and creating another puddle beneath you.

“Sit up.” With a shaky breath you lift your head. The cool sensation of your piss dripping off of your hair and down your face and neck makes you shiver as you turn to face him. He looks down at the puddle of cum between the two of you. His eyes are dark and clouded as they meet yours. “Clean it up.”

You stare back at him with hazy fucked out eyes. There isn't a single thought in your head. The only thing that you know to do, want to do, is obey him. You place your palms on the floor, getting back on all fours and leaning down to lick your mixed arousal from the hardwood. The bitter taste of his cum mixed with yours floods your tongue and you moan as you take it in. Seungmin clicks his tongue as he watches you, a devious smirk on his face.

“You're a disgusting little bitch you know that?” You blink up at him with your tongue out, his semen dripping off of the tip. “Swallow”

You do as you're told immediately, taking the mixture down your throat and sticking out your tongue to prove that it's gone. He leans forward, grabbing your chin gently and dipping down to attach your lips. He kisses you gently yet hungrily. You allow his tongue to part your lips and taste the arousal lingering on your palate. You whimper against his lips, chasing him a bit as he pulls away.

“My sweet girl, you did so well.” He strokes your hair, ignoring the wetness and grins down at you. “Color?”

“Green.” He nods at you with a smile as his thumb strokes your cheek softly.

“That's my pup, listen, I want you to go get in the shower and wait for me, okay?” You furrow your brows slightly as you agree. “I forgive you for making a mess.”

He kisses your forehead but his grip on your chin tightens a bit as he forces your gaze on his.

“But you came without permission and I told you what would happen.” You gulp at the sting that his sweet tone carries. He smirks at you as your eyes search his, quietly begging for mercy but you can tell that you won't get it. Just like you want to mess with him he takes pleasure in punishing you.

“I'm gonna fucking ruin you.”

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peachdues · 8 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku enjoys being called ‘Daddy’ in bed, but he enjoys calling you ‘Mommy,’ even more.

He whimpers it every time you’re like this — perched upon his aching, thick cock like a throne, dropping and rolling your hips with a messy precision, a wet schlicking sound the only noise apart from the steady moans falling from your flame-haired lover’s mouth like a song.

“Mommy,” he whines, swallowing hard because his mouth will not stop watering at the sight of your luscious breasts bouncing as you writhe atop him, your thighs burning to push his cock deeper and deeper into your clenched core, your walls throbbing, begging to be filled by his cum, so hot and viscous.

You grin sympathetically at your red-faced, fucked-out lover. “What is it, baby?” You coo, fingers raking down the sinewy mass of his pectorals, grazing over his peaked nipples making him hiss.

“Pl-please, let me — fuck,” Kyojuro tries, but your hips swivel and the walls of your cunt flutter in that way that makes him go cross-eyed, and it’s all he can do not to let drool drip from his mouth.

You lift yourself up off him until his cock nearly slips out, the engorged, leaking head just barely nestled inside your entrance.

Kyojuro groans — loudly, in complaint, and tries to buck up to sheathe himself back inside your walls, but you raise yourself higher, taunting him. His eyebrows knit together and the muscles in his biceps bulge as he strains against the black, fluffy handcuffs locking his wrists against the slats of your bed frame.

He opens his eyes and meets your amused gaze, and it makes you giddy to see that your sweet, passionate boyfriend looks close to crying.

You slowly lower yourself on his cock, but you’re careful to take no more than a single inch of him back into your welcoming heat.

You fight the urge to join his moans as he pulses within you. “Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Kyojuro’s temple. “Your breasts,” he manages through clenched teeth. “Please — let me suck on them —,”

You impale yourself fully upon his stiffened length in satisfaction, savoring the loud, lascivious moan that rips from his throat as you resume your pace — brutal and hard, the way you know will have him painting the inside of your walls with his salty white in a matter of minutes.

You fall forward, dangling your full breasts tantalizingly in front of his face as you work his cock. “Go ahead, baby,” you say sweetly, and Kyojuro strains up from the bed, eagerly wrapping his lips around your nipple and pulling your soft flesh into his mouth.

You hum and mewl as you grind into him, gasping slightly as Kyojuro nips at you the way he knows you love, your cunt beginning to tighten around him as your end draws near.

Kyojuro suckles at you, moaning as he sloppily drags his mouth back and forth between your breasts, trying to shower them with equal attention.

You want to cum so desperately, but you will not — not until he’s filled you, not until he’s made a proper mess of your cunt. And so, as he mouths at your tits and as his hips began to buck up into you, sloppy and without rhythm, you wrap a hand lightly around his throat and squeeze.

“Be a good boy, Kyojuro, and cum for Mommy, okay?”

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jjungkookislife · 3 months

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Love on the Rocks

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, college au, 18+

summary: Thanks to Grandmother Jeon, your friends join you for Spring Break.

wc: 3.6k

warnings: alcohol use/mention, grumpy!koo, mention of a quickie, mention of condoms, food mention, implied smut

a/n: support banner made by @benkeibear

date: March 23, 2024

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Jungkook groaned when you shook him awake. He tugged his pillow over his head, hoping that would let you know he was still exhausted.

Midterms had ended yesterday, on Friday in the morning. You had the rest of the day to pack your bags and head to his place for a sleepover.

Turns out, Grandmother Jeon had hit it big on the slots and purchased all your friends' plane tickets and rooms at the same resort you’d be at with Jungkook, her, and Grandmother Park.

You were excited to hit the poolside and relax. You had a large hat and huge sunglasses packed, bottles and bottles of sunblock, and a hot boyfriend at your side. You were beyond ready to relax after such an intense week of exams and stress.

Jimin and Hoseok were already up. You could hear them making coffee and breakfast in Jungkook’s kitchen. Hoseok had slept on the couch after helping you pick your outfits for the trip. He slept over to help Jungkook with his outfits and to get a ride to the airport.

Grandmother Jeon had arranged a limousine to pick up the eight of you and you had about an hour and a half to get your sleeping boyfriend up, have breakfast, and get Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Taehyung up.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans as you straddle him. Your hands are warm on his bare shoulders as you rub them. He moans when you knead a knot near his neck. “No fair.”

“Come on, Kook,” you whine.

“Don’t you want to sleep some more, baby?” Jungkook knows you normally sleep in. You’re often the grumpy one in the mornings.

Except for today, apparently.

“We have a schedule!” you remind him, kissing the spot between his shoulder blades. Jungkook turns, flipping on his back and ignoring the pillow that falls off his face and onto his bedroom floor.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” Jungkook wiggles his brows as he grabs your hips. You bite your bottom lip as he moves you onto his hard cock.

“I know you two aren’t fucking in there when the six of us are out here waiting on you!” Seokjin’s voice comes from the other side of Jungkook’s bedroom door.

“Go away!” Jungkook shouts in response, groaning when you climb off him.

“We’re going!” You shout back as you grab your phone charger, earbuds, and a kitty Squishmallow.

Jungkook stares at the ceiling, cursing.

Of all days to get cockblocked.

Once breakfast is over and done with, you gather all your friends in the living room. You have a list in your hand that you made for yourself in your notebook with the little rabbit on the cover.

“Phone chargers?” you start, making all your friends and your adorable sleepy boyfriend, show you their phone chargers and pack them. “Earbuds? Underwear? Swimsuits? Sunblock? Sunglasses? Condoms?”

The men freeze and stare at you.

You roll your eyes. “Come on, condoms?”

Taehyung smirks as he opens one of his carry-on bags. You peek inside and gasp as Tae cackles and shuts the backpack.

“Uh, looks like Taehyung’s got everyone covered,” you whisper, ignoring the rush of heat to your face.

Taehyung grins proudly.

“First aid kit? Toiletries? Snacks? Earplugs?” you continue reading down your list, making sure you check everyone has their plane tickets, bags, and passports by the time the limousine pulls up.

Your luggage has to go in a separate car provided by Grandmother Jeon and you’re grateful you can sit back and relax on your way to the airport.

Once you arrive at your gate (to confirm it exists), your friends run wild as they split up, heading in different directions for snacks and souvenirs.

Your boyfriend starts to head toward the snack shop with Yoongi and Namjoon but stops when he realizes he’s left you standing looking at the screen for your flight.

“Love?” Jungkook asks as he approaches you.

“Go on, Kook,” you encourage him. “I’m gonna find a bathroom and do my makeup.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods. “See you in a few?”

You nod, kissing his cheek before heading in opposite directions.

By the time you meet up, Jungkook and your friends have taken up two sections of seats while boarding begins. After a quick headcount, you relax when you have all your friends in one place.

Yoongi is on his phone, one earbud in his ear and the other Namjoon has as he sleeps on his shoulder. Seokjin and Taehyung share snacks, while Jimin sips his coffee and scrolls through his timeline. Hoseok eats a bag of gummy bears while waiting for the flight to start boarding, smiling when the first group is called.

You rise, dragging Jungkook with you as Yoongi wakes Namjoon.

Smiling, you greet the woman at the counter. You take out your plane tickets, standing beside her as Yoongi and Namjoon get their tickets scanned, then Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin, and finally you and Jungkook.

“Thank you so much,” you say as you follow Seokjin with Jungkook behind you. You wanted to make this trip as effortless as possible and you may have a little anxiety of making things difficult for workers when you didn’t have to. You didn’t want any of your friends to have their phones die and not have access to their tickets, nor did you want them to have their data fail or lose service or anything that could make this trip unfavorable.

The eight of you take up three rows of seats. There’s an empty aisle seat beside Jungkook as you take your window seat.

In front of you, Namjoon looks out the window, while Hoseok and Yoongi watch a video. Across the aisle from them, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin are eating snacks, and deciding who gets what.

The fight will be a few hours long, but you’re hoping to nap for most of it. Namjoon is already half asleep as the plane continues to board.

Jungkook laces his fingers with yours. “Our first flight together.”

You smile, kissing his cheek as he takes his phone and earbuds from his hoodie pockets. He hands you an earbud, “I made us a playlist.”

“You’re so sweet,” you grin, taking the earbud from him.

Jungkook holds your hand, smiling when you scroll through the playlist to see all your favorites. Any time you’d hear a song on the radio, you’d smile at him and say “This is our song,” so he made it so.

The people finish boarding, and the flight attendants shut the door. You yawn as you rest your head on Jungkook, nearly asleep when the lights dim after the safety instructions.

Before you know it, Jungkook is shaking you awake gently. The plane is about to land, and your eyes adjust to the lights.

“Make sure you have all your stuff,” Jungkook reminds you gently as he puts his belongings away as the plane begins its descent.

Thankfully, the landing is smoother than you could ever imagine and after a few more minutes, you’re off the plane and inside the airport.

“Bathroom break and snacks?” You ask your friends as you head toward baggage claim. You know the closest bathroom will be less busy as the rest of the passengers wait to get off the aircraft so you rush toward it leaving your boyfriend and his friends behind.

Soon, you’re heading to the baggage claim area with everyone in tow. You almost feel like a tour guide, leading them to the correct carousel to wait for your luggage.

A man is holding a sign that reads, Jeons.

“Um, is that for you?” You ask Jungkook as you point to the man.

Jungkook shrugs but is distracted by a loud commotion at the carousel behind you.

“My baby!” A familiar voice fills the space as Minji rushes toward you.

Luna barks from her bag, not a fan of the sudden bustling.

“Minji!” You exclaim as you’re wrapped up in a tight hug by Jungkook’s grandmother.

“I’m so glad we arrived at the same time. You know I really do hate flying with Luna on board. It gives me the nerves and all that knowing she doesn’t like it. Oh, here’s one of the drivers. He’ll get the bags with his partner once you get them off the carousel.”

“Grandmother,” Jungkook says, brow raised. “Not gonna say hi?”

“Oh!” Minji releases you to hug her grandson as another squeal sounds behind you. Only this time it’s directed at Jimin before he’s wrapped up in a hug so tight, he struggles to breathe.

Yoongi chuckles with Hoseok as Namjoon and Seokjin grab the bags, pushing them to the side as Taehyung counts them to confirm they’ve all arrived.

“Can’t breathe,” Jimin finally whines as his grandmother eases up on her hold.

“I’m sorry, Minnie. I missed you so much,” Grandmother Park says.

“Come on, let’s get going. I’m hungry and Luna could use a nap,” Minji says as she directs you toward the waiting cars. Your luggage gets packed in one and the group splits up in two to get to the resort.

It takes a while to check in and pass out key cards.

Minji and Grandmother Park, Sujin, as she’d asked you to call her, were excited to check out their room.

“We are on the first floor,” Minji informs your boyfriend as she holds Luna’s carrier close to her chest. Though the two grandmothers had a place nearby, it was going through renovations and the two decided to stay in the same resort as the grandchildren.

“Wouldn’t you rather be on the same floor as us?” Jimin asks the grandmothers.

The two women exchange a look before they burst out laughing.

“No offense kids,” Sujin giggles. “But you’ll cramp our style.”

Taehyung chuckles as he helps with their luggage; Jimin guffaws.

“How?!” He pouts as he follows his grandmother into the room.

“I can’t be cruising for men when my cherubic grandson is hovering around, now can I?” Sujin sighs as she sits on the corner of her bed.

“Same,” Minji comments as she opens the drawer to put her clothes up.

“Gee, I didn’t know we were so uncool,” Jungkook whispers.

Seokjin laughs as he heads back into the hall. “We’ll keep our distance.”

“Call if you get into trouble,” Minji states with a firm look, eyeing every one of you.

“We will,” Jimin promises before he leads everyone out of the room.

The eight of you split into groups with your luggage as you hit the button for the seventh floor.

You and Jungkook are sharing a room. Across the hall, Jimin and Taehyung will share a room. Further down the hall near the elevator, Hoseok and Yoongi will share a room, and across from them will be Seokjin and Namjoon.

“Let’s rest and settle in before we grab lunch,” Hoseok suggests as he drags Yoongi toward their room.

Jungkook takes your hand as he drags his large suitcase in one hand and his bag hangs off his right shoulder.

You drag your suitcase behind you while your bag collides with your hip at every step. You’re still tired from the early morning and flight but you want to check out the resort and have a good meal.

Forty-five minutes later, you’re sitting poolside with a fruit bowl on your lap.

Jungkook lies behind you with his legs spread while you rest your back on his chest. He’s shirtless, enjoying the sun for a little longer before you make him put the umbrella up. As much as you loved the weather, it was too toasty.

Besides, you had wanted to eat before your hands got smeared with sunblock.

On the chair next to yours and Jungkook’s, Jimin and Hoseok have thrown their towels, snacks, lotions, sunglasses and who knows what else. They were already rambunctious with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung in the pool.

To your right, Yoongi read a book while tucked under an umbrella. You knew it wouldn’t be long until he dozed off and you had to save his place with his kitten bookmark and dab some sunblock on his nose.

“Open,” you instruct Jungkook as you press a strawberry to his lips. He obeys easily, biting down before moving his head back to chew. You giggle when you finish the strawberry and offer him a cube of watermelon next.

“If I knew the two of you would be this disgusting, I would have gone with everyone else,” Yoongi huffs but his gaze holds no malice just teasing.

“Aw, want me to feed you, little kitty?” You tease in your best high-pitched voice reserved for talking to babies and cute little things, including one Min Yoongi with his kitten bookmark.

“Yeah, I’m out of here,” Yoongi shuts his book and heads for the bar.

Jungkook chuckles before he kisses your shoulder, his arms wrap around your waist.

“Mm, glad you’re here,” He whispers into your skin. He trails a few kisses across your shoulders as his hands squeeze your hips. “Though I wish we could sneak upstairs for a bit.”

You giggle, “We just got out of the shower in time to meet everyone.”

“They won’t even notice if we’re gone for a few,” Jungkook jokes as he takes the grape from your fingers with a tiny roar.

Fuck, he’s adorable.

“Let’s just put the umbrella up and finish our fruit,” You say as you pat his thigh and he scrambles out of the chair to do as you’ve asked.

“Already got him working?” Minji asks as she walks toward you with Sujin in tow. Both wear large floppy sun hats, oversized leopard print sunglasses, and bright one-piece bathing suits (teal for Minji and yellow for Sujin) with matching coverups.

“You know it,” you grin as the umbrella goes up and Jungkook rushes to open the one for Minji and Sujin.

“What a good boy,” Sujin coos at Jungkook, who blushes and murmurs thanks before sitting beside you.

Sujin looks at the pool to see Jimin splashing Taehyung with a water gun and cackling as he swims away. “Unlike my grandson! Who hasn’t stopped by to say hello!”

Jimin’s eyes widen as his friends chuckle behind him. He gets out of the pool with a sheepish grin.

“Grandma,” Jimin pouts. Sujin smiles and hands him a bottle of sunblock. “Get my shoulders.”

Jimin nods as he opens the sunblock and moves behind Sujin. Seokjin smirks from the pool as he picks up Jimin’s water gun and chases Taehyung.

Namjoon does a lap on the opposite end, racing Hoseok before Taehyung interrupts with his screaming.

Jungkook takes the sunblock and puts some on Minji as you grab a drink of water from the table beside you.

“How’s it going?” You ask as you put your sunglasses on. It’s definitely getting hotter.

Jungkook hums as he races Jimin, wanting to be the first to finish so he can get back to you.

“Pretty good,” Sujin answers as she swats Jimin’s hand. “Easy, I’m fragile.”

“Sorry,” Jimin whispers.

“Oh, hot grandpa alert!” Minji chirps, swatting Jungkook’s hands off her. “Go find something to do, kids! You’re cramping our style!”

“We’re cramping your style?” Jimin guffaws as he drops the sunblock at the same time as Jungkook.

“Ooh, he’s got a friend,” Sujin smiles as she gets up from her seat, taking Minji with her.

“I guess we’re on our own for dinner,” Jungkook chuckles as he watches his grandmother introduce herself to the two men Sujin spotted.

“Looks like Minji is the life of the party wherever she goes,” you giggle as you take Jungkook’s hand to lead him to the pool. He goes easily, kissing you once you’re both in.

“Hey! None of that couple stuff on vacation!” Taehyung shouts from across the pool.

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees as he sprays you two with the water gun. “You did that on our last vacation!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “The last vacation is why you’re on this vacation!”

Namjoon smiles. “Fair enough.”

Sleep clings to your eyes as you feel warmth on your chest. You’ve tried your best to wake up early but after dinner the eight of you went to bed early and slept, the day’s travel and afternoon being too much on your bodies.

Now, you could decipher it was your boyfriend making you warm as his arm draped around your middle and his fluffy hair splayed on your bare chest.

After a shower and a lazy nighttime routine; the two of you had gone to bed naked, too tired to dig through your suitcases for clothes.

The clock on the wall showed it was just after 12:30 pm and you stifled a yawn.

“No wake,” Jungkook grumbles in his sleepy voice and you smile. You run your fingers through his hair, singing to him softly.

“We can stay in bed all day,” you promise him but he rouses, pouting.

“But then our friends will come barging in,” he frowns because yes, that is what usually ends up happening.

“We can ignore them,” you grin as you continue to play with his hair. He hums as he closes his eyes once again.

The next time you wake up, it’s an hour later and Jungkook is kissing you awake.

He’s in a much brighter mood now that he's gotten enough sleep.

“Jungkook!” You laugh when he kisses your lips messily. “I haven’t brushed.”

“I don’t care,” he giggles as he kisses you again, this time deeper as his hand cups your cheek. “Just want you.”

The next few days are a whirlwind of lovemaking, hanging out with the guys at the pool, group dinner, and trying not to cramp the Grandmother’s style.

You’ve spent most of the afternoon in the pool with your friends and Minji.

A romantic dinner with your boyfriend has just ended with dessert and flutes of champagne.

Minji, Sujin, and their dates for the night are at a table as far away from you as possible.

When you had first set foot at the restaurant, Minji had made a point to hide behind her menu. It’s not like you and Jimin had helped them get ready or anything but Minji admitted she was a little shy when it came to dating with Jungkook close by.

Minji wasn’t looking for commitment. She wanted fun and adventure, and nobody could ever replace Jungkook’s grandfather, so she didn’t even want to try. She was happy with her life, with Luna, her grandkids, and her best friend. She had it all (according to her), so you'd stay out of her business.

Slow music plays from the stage. The singer is crooning as couples get up to dance.

You spot Minji and her dinner date dancing across the dance floor, smiling at each other.

“Want to dance?” Jungkook asks after watching you for a moment. He knew you were admiring the couples on the floor.

“Oh, I don’t know how,” you say sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook assures you as he rises from his seat. He pulls your chair out and takes your hand to help you up.

“I’m not so sure about this,” you whisper as he guides you to the dance floor. He takes your hand in his and the other rests on your waist.

You place your hand on his shoulder and the two of you gently sway to the music.

“You’re doing great,” he encourages you as he pulls you closer.

“I love you,” you tell him as you look into his eyes. A small smile appears on his lips as he kisses you. His lip rings are cold when they press against your lips, a soft moan escaping him.

“I love you,” Jungkook said once you parted. The two of you continue to sway as the song ends.

“Walk with me?” Jungkook suggests and you agree easily.

The two of you head out the door, smiling at each other as you make your way through the resort until you reach the beach.

Jungkook holds your hand in his as you walk along the shore. The sky is filled with sparkling stars but they have nothing against the ones in Jungkook’s eyes.

The waves crash loudly as you approach the shore. Your bare feet sink into the wet sand and you’re glad Hoseok picked out a shorter dress for this.

“I don’t want to go back home,” you pout as you come to a stop. The waves lick at your feet as Jungkook wraps his arms around you. He places his head on your shoulder as he looks at the water.

“Me either,” he admits. He takes a second to kiss your shoulder and then your cheek. “It’s been nice having you to myself.”

You giggle, turning your head to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re greedy, Jeon!”

“Maybe a little,” he shrugs before he faces you. “But it’s only because I love you so much.”

Your heart melts into a puddle of ooey gooey love for the man with the cute bunny nose.

“I love you too, Jungkook. More than you can ever imagine,” you whisper as he cups your face gently in his hands. You grip his shirt tight as he kisses you, slowly deepening the kiss until you moan.

With a soft smile, Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. Neither of you speaks as you gaze into each other’s eyes.

“You’re the only one for me,” Jungkook swears as he leans in to kiss you again.

The waves continue crashing as you fall deeper in love with him, wishing this moment never had to end.

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slutforthanatos · 3 months

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18+ ONLY || MDNI divider by benkeibear || mdni banner by me!!

All I can think about today is sucking Victor's cock. So here's this for all my loves who also are orally fixated on their fave. tagging: @arlerts-angel cw: m!receiving oral, reader is engaged to character, large c*ck kink, swallowing, slight dacryphilia, reader is (in my mind) fem bodied.

You both had been together for years, so getting naked in front of each other was nothing new. You both had showered together, gotten dressed in the same room, and made love countless times, so it was pretty much second nature.

However, much like your fiancé, whenever your eyes gazed upon his naked body, you couldn't help but act like it was the first time you've ever seen it- every time.

So, today, your handsome partner emerged from the bathroom, a towel clad around his waist, his body sparkling with the rivulets of water that drip down his sculpted frame. He winks at you, before heading to the dresser to pick out a pair of clothes.

Your hormonal self (of course, this was your fertile week) eyed his figure. You couldn't help but look at his large shoulders, his perfect narrow waist, and then....

He drops the towel, truly showing off his birthday suit at once. You blink, and try to discreetly glance at him- without coming off too.. creepy.

This is your soon-to-be husband, Y/N. You say. It's okay to ogle him.

Your attempts to conceal your eyeing of his, well, extremely large dick, were obviously in vain (and vein, too, right?) when he straightens his posture, looking at you.

"I can see you looking, Y/N." He remarks. "Just tell me if you want to have sex. It's okay." He chuckles.

Gosh, you couldn't help it. He's a very magnificent example of a male figure and his giant cock just.. added to it.

"I mean, if you wanna...." You twiddle your thumbs. "I have a better idea." You grin, moving to the edge of the bed, where your lover stands.

You press a kiss to his navel, looking up at him. "Can I?" You ask, pretty sure that it's obvious. "I mean, if you wanna...." He laughs, mocking your earlier statement. You giggle in response, taking his thick cock in your hand.

You pump it a few times, feeling it get more and more harder in your hand. Precum starts to leak from the tip, and you gently kiss it. You feel every vein of his dick, every inch of the Beautifully Crafted Pretty-Boy-Cock™ before you take it into your mouth.

You moan at his taste, slightly salty, but still with a hint of fruity nonetheless. Thank god for his obsession with healthy eating. You continue to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand, which is a little less than half of his member. While you considered yourself to be pretty damn skilled at oral, of course that was in cases where the man's cock wasn't the size of the fucking Titanic.

However, your fiancé's cock was impressively large, and your poor little mouth couldn't fit any more of him without practically dislocating your jaw.

Your hands move down to his balls, squeezing them as you relish in the way his cock jerks in your mouth. He moans, his fingers grabbing your hair, moving your head to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Your eyes prick with tears at the feeling, but you'd rather be tearing up than gagging- so you continue to take him deeper until he's fucking your throat. He thrusts into your mouth, moaning your name.

"Fuuuuck," he moans. "Oh, shit. Fuck!" He says, before he spills his hot load into your mouth. The stripes of it coating your throat, your mouth, some of it even leaking out of your mouth, mixed with your saliva, as it drips down your chin.

He pulls out of your mouth, looking down at your pretty little face, and then your mouth, which is coated in his cum. He kisses your forehead, before pushing you down onto the bed. "Now it's time for me to do the same to you." He says.

Eren, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Gojo, Toji, Geto + Your Faves!!

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ddymarie · 1 year

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Bakugo x F! reader (smut)

⊰ AT FILTHY DEGREES °

Banner from @benkeibear

⊰ Warning: spitting in mouth, choking, degradation, oral(Male), slapping, sloppy make out ses, panty's in mouth,peeing, finger gagging, daddy kink, pinning , public(just the beginning), no prep. No condom, drunk! (Light Manipulative!) Non-cannon! bakugo, cum eating

⊰ "dirty play?, nah I get FILTHY"

You were all up on eijiro all night...

That red dress you wore unintentionally complimented him...

The red head couldn't keep his eyes off of what wasn't his... He wanted you bad.

And you were giving yourself to him. He noticed the glances you threw his way... It made him furious. He was HEATED.

"Katsuki-honey" I gasped as the blonde man kissed on my neck

"Mine" he said. His voice was muffled from kissing in between my shoulder and throat.

"Baby-ah! " I screamed as I was picked up by my thighs- legs instantly wrapping around his waist. But my scream was cut short when bakugo had grabbed me by my chin and forced his tongue in my mouth.

'Whats wrong with him tonight-not in public' I thought

Pulling back from the kiss "Kats, this is dirty-" My mouth closed instantly when he looked up at me with... Anger?. " Dirty? Bitch please" he said as he pushed the elevator button to the top floor. With me still against the wall. " like you weren't being dirty all up on riot down there... I'll show you filthy... I'll show you who you belong to " he said the last part while looking me in my eye. It made me hot at the thought of how he'd punish me tonight.

He had his hands under my dress and rested at my hips where my panties sat pulling them off.

"Katsuki-baby, listen please" I begged for his attention-but his attention remained else where... My open seat thong. "Dirty bitch". I was left in pain from the slap he just landed on my cunt. " you thought you were gonna wear these pretty panties for him tonight huh?... Y'all fucking behind my back princess?".

"No" I attempted to say only for my answer to be cut off by my panties being shoved into my mouth, gagging me. " fucking slut" he said with a taunting smirk on his face.

The elevator door dinged and opened to a dark room. It was huge.

My admiration was cut short when I was thrown roughly onto the bed.

He was cuffing my hands to the headboard tightly.

It hurt like a bitch. But I couldn't do anything about it, I deserved it.

As I layed there katsuki burned a hole in my dress right below my tit before he ripped it apart and off my body. The fabric of the dress burning me.

It felt good.

Standing above me katsuki slowly removed his clothes...

Starting with his suit jacket. His dress shirt. Then his pants. I watched as he slowly rubbed himself through his briefs moaning before pulling them off.

"Oh~" he moaned bending down and removing my thong from my mouth. "Dirty girl~" . He grabbed my head and titled it back. placing his hand on his dick and releasing his piss in my mouth. "Oh~ look at that princess " " just filthy ". I gagged as it overflowed. It clear to say the least and had no taste to say the most. But was still warm. " hold that shit in your mouth" . I knew better than to disobey so I did. I looked like a puffer fish with a mouth full of piss.

He stood over me in silence but the frown on his face told me he wasn't just yet satisfied. "spit it out " he said at once with a plastic cup under my mouth. I spit it all out with a cough staring him in his eyes " I'm sorry daddy" I apologized finally " yea I bet your sorry, slut" he said dangling his dick in my face " you wan it? " he taunted. I nodded yes. He kneeled a little bit allowing me to just lick the tip twice before pulling back and exiting the bed. I whined " But, daddy please" I begged like be wanted me to " you want daddy down your throat, slut " I looked into his eyes " yes " I said. " pathetic " he responded sitting in the love seat across from the bed.

"Fuck~" he moaned as he stroked his dick.

It was torture watching him please himself. I wanted him too.

Watching as he groped his balls throwing his head back and moaning.

"Daddy~" I pleaded. He eyes hung low as he continued working his hands. "Ah~ fuck" he grunted as he came. Cum shooting every on him.

"tell daddy how sorry you are"

"I'm so sorry daddy. I won't ever ever ever do it again. I'll your good girl forever daddy, I promise, I swear " I watched a smirk spread across his face " My good girl forever huh? " I watched as he walked toward the bed. Uncuffing me "show daddy how much you wanted him ".

"I love you so much daddy" I said jumping on him. Kissing down his neck as held himself up. I was sucking hickies all over his neck before licking up and down his chest. Licking up every spurt of cum on him "taste so good daddy" as I licked his his thighs.

"All mine " he said hunger in his eyes "all yours " I said.

I went down on him. Sucking on his tip and stroking his dick. Slurping and spitting all down his dick. "Fuck princess, " I took more and more of him inch after inch. "Hands where I can see em princess" he said grabbing my wrist holding my hands behind my back. My ass was in the air as I gagged sucking up and down his dick. It was thick. I felt him began to gently thrust deeper in my throat careful not to hurt me.

My face was a mess. Spit every where. "Oh~ fuck y/n". He was about to come I could tell. Before I could continue further he held my head down with one hand and had his ball in the other. Cumming down my throat.

I stayed there for a couple of moments before he pulled me off of him. I wiped my face on the sheets before I was pulled up by katsuki once again this time by my sore throat. " we ain't done yet, I gotta dick down what's mine "

He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me " You think I forgive you, bitch" he said pulling my face toward his "you think just because I had a few drinks I wouldn't notice, dirty play, doll"

I hadn't even noticed him lining himself up until he roughly pushed into me. It hurt like a bitch, but I deserved it.

"You deserve it, don't cry "

His hands wrapped around my neck squeezing my wind pip as he thrusted slowly inside of me. " i'm sorry-" I wheezed.

Laughing katsuki shoved two fingers into my mouth as he thrusted faster. "Fuck, you slut". I couldn't help but moan around his fingers. Him pushing them deeper into my mouth causing me to gag. His thrust were vicious as he threw his weight in me.

'Fuck it felt good' I thought eyes rolling in the back of my head.

I felt my stomach start to tighten. I was close.

Moaning above me katsuki said "right behind ya, doll". He had let his head rest between my neck as he growled and grunted.

"Fuck-" he shouted as I bit down on his fingers both of us Cumming.

The orgasm he gave me had me dizzy.

"Mine" Katsuki murmured "Mine"

You didn't mean to catch his eye... You most definitely didn't mean to anger katsuki and send him to 100° either.

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hayakawalove · 1 month

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Test of Love (Chapter Six)

Chapter Six

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Summary: You hang out with a friend you haven't seen in awhile. Later, you pay a visit to the boys.

A/N: How many times can we cuck Gojo. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex (Reader to Man), Dirty Talk, Creampie, Humiliation, Alcohol, AFAB Reader, Female Reader W/C: 8,018

Credit to Benkeibear for the banner

You rest in your seat, your eyes staring into the ceiling. The classroom was empty, your last student having just gone home. You were so sore. Earlier in the day, you jumped in on a mission as it seemed your student needed help. Using your curse technique for a long time drained you. The muscles in your body felt like cement as your head pounded. On the best of days, your technique was almost limitless, but on the worst of days, you could only use it for ten minutes before feeling faint. You were able to use Plasma manipulation, a subset of blood manipulation. You weren't a part of the Kamo family, which made your technique all the more interesting. The three families were intrigued by you when you were a student, wanting to understand how you were able to use Plasma manipulation. Eventually they gave up when there didn’t seem to be a deeper meaning. You just could.

You think you could fall asleep in your chair if you were given the chance. You weren't even supposed to be working today. It was a Saturday, but Inumaki had texted you for help and you couldn’t just say no. The two of you were a wreck after. By the time you finished, you were limping out while blood drippled past his lips.

At least you knew for certain you wouldn't be working tomorrow. There were no missions assigned out on Sundays, giving you the chance to finally use the rest of the day today and all day tomorrow to recuperate.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself slip, the temptation of sleep crawling up your spine. No one else was on campus, it wouldn't be that big of a deal to take a nap. There's no harm in resting your eyes for ten minutes before you head home, right?

Your head clears as you slip between the state of being awake and being asleep.

Your phone rings loudly, causing your eyes to fly open.

Fuck.

You fumble until your fingers wrap around your phone, pulling it up to see who’s calling. Chisaki. She was one of the friends you made when you took a couple years break from Jujutsu. She wasn’t a sorcerer, which made your relationship difficult at times. At the same time, you were able to act like a normal person around her. You win some, you lose some.

“Hello?” You answer, dragging your hand across your eye.

“You sleeping?” She must pick up on the heaviness in your voice.

“No, what’s up?” You put her on speaker as you lean against your desk, resting your cheek sideways.

Maybe you’d pass out like this.

“Good. We’re going out tonight. I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You almost groan but you’re able to stop yourself. You dreaded the idea of going out. All you wanted to do was get under your blankets and sleep for the next ten days. But, Chisaki never was one to take no for an answer.

“Huh?”

“I want to see you for drinks!”

“But-“

“No! I am getting ready now and I will be by your place to pick you up in two hours.”

You feel your shoulders crumple a bit at the order. It’s not that you didn’t want to see her. You were just so, so exhausted. You mumble a farewell before hanging up, soaking in the last few moments of silence before you have to make your way home.

Once at home, you stand in front of your closet for way too long before deciding on what to wear. You had a black piece on the far side, only having worn it a couple times whenever you had a night out with Chisaki. It was a bit short for your taste, but you figured if you were going on a girls night you may as well go all in. Makeup felt like too much of a drag, so you just do the bare minimum, while leaving your hair down. The dress fits like a glove, caressing your curves in a way that almost makes you flustered. You briefly think about taking a picture to send to the boys, but ultimately decide against it. This was a girls night, you were going to devote zero time to them.

Chisaki is already at the restaurant by the time you get there. You hadn’t eaten so you decided to go out for dinner, going out of your way to choose a place that had cheap and tasty drinks. She looks hot as ever as she waits in your booth, bold makeup painting her face while she wears a dress that was even tighter than yours.

She calls your name, excitedly waving from her seat causing a few patrons to stare. It made you laugh, she did not care about drawing attention at all.

“Looking good!” Chisaki comments, squeezing you in a hug before sitting across from you.

Her hair gleams under the light and you find yourself feeling a bit jealous. She was always stunning.

“So are you. Are we going out to dance after this?” You ask, sipping the water that was waiting for you.

“Not unless you want to. Figured I may as well count my blessings that you came out at all. I haven’t seen you in months!”

A pang of guilt shoots through your veins and you try not to wince. You honestly had no excuse for not hanging out. You were busy, sure, but you could have squeezed her in somewhere. Some kind of friend you were.

“So tell me what’s been up with you lately. Spare no details.” She stares at you, sipping her cocktail.

That was just like her. She seemed unbothered at your lack of contact, and you find yourself wordlessly thanking her. She gave you too many chances. She was a great friend.

“Just work. I have some interesting students this year so they’re keeping me busy.”

“I bet huh? Private school right? Are they rich and snobbish?”

She didn’t know you were a Jujutsu sorcerer, so you told her you worked for a private school. You think back to your students and laugh to yourself. The only one there who could be considered rich and snobbish was Satoru.

“Not this year, thank god.”

A waiter comes back and you order a cocktail, and the two of you order your food. You were feeling like beef tonight, so that's what you get.

The two of you make idle chatter as you sip and eat, the restaurant slowly filling up with other patrons. Even for a Saturday night it was busy, you were glad Chisaki snagged a seat for you.

She worked at a hair salon, so it was always interesting to hear about the customers that came through there. You briefly imagine Suguru going and you shake your head with a chuckle. There was no way he let just anyone touch his hair.

“So, any guys lately?” Chisaki asks, her words slurring together.

She arrived a little earlier than you so she was definitely drunk, but you were starting to feel it as well. You sip from your drink and giggle.

“Yeah, two of em.”

“TWO?” Her volume causes the group next to you to turn their heads.

“Yeah!”

“What’re they like? Got any pictures?”

She definitely was going to want to see them.

“They’re opposites but also… Sort of really similar.” You say as you pull out your phone.

You didn’t have any pictures with Suguru, but you had a multitude with Satoru. He was always the one taking them. ‘For the memories’ he’d say. You scroll through your photos until you find a picture with him. It was one he took when you were on an outing with the students, both of your classes together for once. He said the outing was to scout for curses, but in reality he just wanted to try out the new ice cream shop. He didn’t fool anyone.

“One is really quiet and kind, the other one is… well” you think about how to describe Satoru.

“Noisy and bitchy?” She finishes.

You giggle and shake your head.

“No he’s… he’s kinda like you actually.”

“Huh? Should I be offended?” She asks with a laugh.

You chuckle and finish your drink. The tips of your fingers were beginning to tingle as your eyelids started to droop. Okay, you were definitely starting to feel it.

You turn the phone to her and she stares at Satoru, her eyes popping from her head. Satoru was definitely her type. You couldn’t blame her, he was your type too.

“What a stud. You bagged them both?”

You think for a moment. You were with both of them, but you weren't with them yet. It was casual and fun, but you weren't official.

“Yeah, but it’s not anything serious yet.”

“I see, I see. What’re they like in bed?” She asks.

You’re drinking from your next glass as she asks and you choke on the liquid. Her eyebrows are raised as she stares at you, expecting a full breakdown of their sexual prowess.

“We haven’t- Well… We’ve- I've only slept with one.”

Memories from the previous night flash through your brain. The way he looked, smelled, tasted. You couldn’t dwell on it for too long or else you might get too worked up.

“How was that?”

You try to decide on how to put the night into words. Incredible, fantastic, life changing. You didn’t want to reduce Suguru to a body, but his dick game was unmatched.

“Fucking unreal.” You say.

Chisaki laughs and shoves your shoulder across the table. This was nice. You were having fun, talking about men and work like a normal person. You always had fun with her.

“Lucky!”

Your head swirls as the alcohol fills your system. You were feeling really fucking good. Your skin was tingly and your headache was gone, memories from the earlier fight already slipping from your brain.

“Why haven’t you fucked the other one yet?”

You stare at the table in front of you, trying to focus but you’re seeing double. Why hadn’t you fucked Satoru yet? You couldn’t come up with a reason. He was busy, sure, but so were you. He had been pining after you for years. If he really wanted to fuck, you definitely would’ve by now, right?

“I don’t know.”

“Come on! There must be a reason. Why don’t you make the first move?”

“Satoru’s just always busy.”

“That’s an excuse if I’ve ever heard one!”

The more Chisaki talks, the angrier you get. She was right. There was no reason you and Satoru couldn’t have fucked by now. He’s just been teasing you and leaving you dry.

“Chi!”

“All I’m saying is maybe you have to tell him how you really feel. The guy probably doesn’t know you want his dick.”

He definitely knew. He practically held it over your head every chance he got. The man was the walking definition of sex, and you didn’t know if it pissed you off or made you horny.

You check the time on your phone. 11 pm. The guys would probably be up, right? Maybe you should go over and talk to him.

“Yeah. I agree.” You murmur and dig in your purse for your card.

“You heading out?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna- gonna go talk to him I think.”

Your legs wobble as you stand to your feet. Once you pay, you stumble outside. The streets are much more busier than they were several hours ago when you first arrived. There were loud voices coming from all directions, only disorienting you further. You reach an arm up to hail a taxi. While you’re waiting you sway back and forth, letting the Saturday night ambiance whisk you. You feel a pinch on the side of your foot so you lean down and yank your shoes off your feet.

A taxi comes up fairly quickly, and you slide inside and give the address to the driver. Your head is spinning as you drive there, words filling your brain. What were you going to say to him? Maybe it would be better if you wing it.

The taxi comes to a halt in front of the expensive apartment building. You dig around your purse until you find cash at the bottom, which you grab to pass to the driver. The cold pavement bites into your feet as you stammer to the front doors.

Because it was so late, the front desk was empty. There wasn’t anyone around which you were grateful for.

All you can focus on are your feet in front of you as you make your way to his place. The elevator makes you unsteady, you have to lean onto the side to not fall over. Maybe you had a little too much to drink. It didn’t bother you though, if anything it made you feel even more fired up. What was Satoru’s problem? Did he not want to fuck you?

The elevator stops and you nearly fall over, but you’re able to steady yourself. You’re moving purely on memory as you take yourself to the boys apartment.

You knock on the front door, swaying back and forth.

The door opens and you look up.

“What’re you doing here?”

Suguru says your name, eyes filled with concern as he watches you.

He looked really good.

What were you here for again?

“S-Satoru.” You murmur, your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth.

“Are you drunk?” Suguru asks, raising his hand to palm your cheek.

“Satoru.” You repeat, smooshing your cheek further into his hand.

He was so warm. You could probably fall asleep like this if he’d let you.

Suguru looks over his shoulder then faces you again, sliding the door open more to let you in. You walk forward, your eyes following his as Suguru makes his way to the kitchen. He’s standing in front of the sink, sleeves pushed up as he washes dishes.

Satoru is sitting at the bar, facing Suguru. He turns to look at you, a confused expression on his face. Satoru says your name, and you feel the anger start to seep up again.

Right.

You were here to fight with him.

You slide on your feet until you’re in front of him, and he’s looking you up and down.

“Are you drunk?” Satoru asks, squinting at you.

“What’s wrong with you?” You respond, pointing a finger at his chest.

Suguru is in the kitchen, eyes flicking back and forth between you two. His fingers are soapy as he washes the dishes, face neutral.

“Huh?” Satoru says, almost offended.

“I said what’s wrong with you?” You point into him harder.

“I heard you. What’re you talking about?”

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Your voice is a bit louder than you mean for it to be.

The room goes silent, Suguru’s hands pausing as he stares at the scene in front of him. He knows he shouldn’t get involved.

“What?” Satoru’s expression shows that he thinks you’re ridiculous.

That only makes you angrier.

“You must not want to have sex with me, is that right? You keep teasing me, making me all ready only to leave!” Your chest is full of emotions, your face set in conviction.

“That’s not- I’m busy.”

“Sure, sure. Maybe you’re just worried you're not gonna be as good as Suguru.”

Suguru’s eyes widen and he stares at his hands, instantly going back to work.

Not getting involved. He is not getting involved.

“You and Suguru had sex?” Satoru asks, and you think you pick up on something similar to hurt in his voice.

You don't care. All you can think about are the emotions simmering in your body.

“I was going to tell you today.” Suguru says.

Suguru shuts off the water after washing his hands, turning around to dry them. He’s digging in the cupboard, but your eyes are boring into Satoru’s, a silent battle going on between the two of you.

You hiccup and the motion almost causes you to fall over, so you fly a hand out to grip onto the counter.

“You’ve been flirting with me for forever! Do you not want to?” Your voice breaks at the end as you feel your heart break.

“You know I want to.” Satoru’s voice is split between pleading and disbelief.

Suguru comes up behind you with a glass of water. He nudges it toward you, but you push his hand away, only caring about the fight.

“Drink.” Suguru softy says.

“No!” You squirm away from him.

Suguru holds the back of your head and lifts the cup to your mouth. You try to fight back but once the liquid touches your lips you take several big gulps.

Satoru’s eyes are staring into you the whole time, filled with an emotion you can’t quite place. Suguru steps back once you finish the glass and goes towards the kitchen, leaning back.

“If you don't want to then just tell me.” You try to seem strong.

What if he really didn’t want to? You wanted him to want to.

Satoru sighs and gets to his feet, now towering over you. You refuse to back down, instead looking up towards him. He grabs your arm and bends down, his face right infront of yours. There’s rocks in your stomach and you feel like your heart has stopped beating.

“I want to. God knows I want to.” He says.

He stands back up and turns towards Suguru.

“I'm gonna bring her to our bed.”

Satoru holds your hand and drags you to his room. Is he wanting to go now? That didn’t sound too bad. You start to slip your sleeves off your shoulders, getting your dress partly off your body before he turns around.

“What’re you doing?” He says, stopped in his room.

It’s just the two of you now, the heat of his gaze causing your mind to reel.

“We’re gonna-“

“No, we aren’t. Not right now.” Satoru replies, not even looking down at your chest.

He goes to his dresser and pulls out a shirt, one big enough it would cover everything and then some. He throws it over his shoulder as he starts to take off your clothes, large hands grazing over your skin.

Suguru walks in the room and watches from the door as Satoru tries to undress you.

“What do we do?” Satoru asks, unsure how to handle a drunk person.

“She’ll need Tylenol before she goes to sleep.” Suguru says and turns around to go back to the kitchen to retrieve the medication.

Satoru’s able to get your clothes off and is in the process of sliding his shirt over your head. You can’t stop staring at him, drawn in by his beauty. Was he always so perfect?

You were beginning to forget why you were even mad in the first place, head spinning as you admire him.

“Get in.” He murmurs, watching as you slide in bed.

You feel small under their sheets, but they’re so soft. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up at Satoru, the lamp making his white hair appear gold. Suguru comes back with pills and sits on the edge of the bed, slipping them in your mouth.

He urges you to drink water from the glass in his hand and you’re more willing this second time around.

Your body’s heavy as you sink into the sheets, your eyes having a hard time staying open. The men are standing above you, watching as you make yourself comfortable. You couldn’t even remember why you were here. All you could focus on was the way the pillows felt beneath your head.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow morning.” Satoru says.

Suguru leans down to kiss your forehead before he’s slipping out of the room.

“What’s up with you?” Satoru says soft enough you almost miss it, eyes lingering on your face.

He presses a kiss to your cheek before stepping away, turning off the light.

~~~

Your body wakes up slowly, your head tossing back and forth over the soft pillow beneath you. It was hard to crack your eyes open, but you manage.

Wait.

Where were you?

You knew exactly where you were, and it wasn’t in your bed. Why were you in Satoru and Suguru’s house? Your body flies up as your eyes dart across the room. The bed was empty besides you, there was no hint of either man in the room.

When you look down you notice that you’re wearing clothes at least, thank god, but they’re not your clothes. You pull the fabric to your nose where you sniff, Satoru’s cologne filling your nostrils.

“Why am I wearing…” you murmur to yourself.

“Morning sunshine.” You hear Satoru’s voice.

He waltzes in with a tray of food in his hands. Waffles, bacon, and fruit. Suguru must’ve cooked, Satoru sure as hell didn't. The sight of the food causes your stomach to rumble, loud enough you’re sure the whole house must’ve heard it. Satoru doesn’t even spare you a glance as he sets the tray down on the nightstand, sitting on the side of the bed.

“Take those, Suguru says you'll need them.” He’s pointing to a couple of pills on the tray. Tylenol by the looks of it.

You eye him carefully as you slip the medicine in your mouth, bringing the glass of water to your lips. You didn't realize how parched you were until the liquid passed your throat. The glass is empty by the time you’re finished.

“Suguru said it’s important to take them. I don’t really know how to handle drunk people or hangovers, but Suguru’s had his fair share.” Satoru’s rambling and you can tell. Usually people ramble when they’re nervous, but not Satoru. When he's nervous, which happens rarely, he gets quiet. And that made you more uneasy.

“Quite the show you put on last night.” Satoru says.

What happened last night?

“So, you wanna tell me what the hell that was?” Satoru crosses his leg over the other, a bloated silence falling over the room.

Your stomach flips under his gaze. What was he feeling? You felt like you were being scolded, that’s for sure.

“I-I’m not sure.”

Satoru barks out a laugh that jolts you. As he laughs, your eyes trail down his figure. He’s wearing a plain black shirt with boxers, the sight of his bare legs nearly scandalous.

“You aren't sure? Do you even remember what happened last night?”

You weigh your options in your head. You could tell him you remember, and just wing it. Or you could admit that you totally forgot everything. Which was worse?

Your fingers pick at the blanket as you wrack your brain for anything, only to come up empty handed. It couldn’t have been that bad, right?

“I don’t.” You settle on the truth, figuring it’s better than the alternative.

“Well, let me clue you in.” Satoru leans forward and grabs a grape, popping it into his mouth.

Your eyes follow him as he sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking off fruit juice from his finger. The way his tongue darts out to clean his finger causes your chest to tighten.

“You came here after you went out drinking. I'm not sure where you were before coming here. Then you stormed in here and started yelling at me. In my own house.” Satoru turns towards you and you feel the need to back up slightly.

“Yelled at me because we haven’t had sex yet. Apparently you’ve had sex with Suguru already though, which is news to me.”

He isn’t mad. You know exactly what he looks like when he's mad, and this isn’t it. That doesn’t change the fact you feel like you’re being reprimanded.

You blew up at him because you haven’t had sex yet? It did bother you, but you didn't think you were that mad. You knew it was because you kept getting interrupted. And it would happen eventually, you knew it would.

“I don’t really care about that. I mean, I wish you would’ve told me, but it’s not a big deal. You know what is a big deal though?” Satoru leans in, his presence all consuming.

“The fact you thought we haven’t fucked because I would be worried Suguru would be better.” He narrows his eyes at you, searching you for answers.

You really said that?

“Satoru, I-“

“I mean, I would be more offended if you took everything back. I may cry if you pretend you aren’t upset that we haven’t had sex yet”

Satoru raises a brow as he looks at you and suddenly you feel like he's twenty feet tall.

“You aren't going to take it back, are you?”

“N-no.”

Satoru carefully gets up from the bed only to get on top once more, crawling over to you. His eyes are locked on you the entire time, leaving your skin buzzing.

“Didn't think so.” Satoru stops in front of you and lifts his hand up.

His palm holds your cheek and you’re frozen in place, unable to do anything. Even if you could move, you aren't sure what you'd do. Satoru presses his lips against yours, and even though you were expecting it, you still inhale sharply. His lips mold to yours as easily as they always do, as if they were made for yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you taste the remnants of fruit on his lips.

He parts his mouth and swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, smirking at the whine you let out. Your heart is racing as his tongue slides into your mouth, tangling itself with yours. It’s getting heated fast, and you remember a small little fact in the back of your head.

“Satoru, what about Suguru?” You ask, pulling yourself away even though it feels painful.

“I told him to leave for two hours.”

He pushes his lips against yours again, more rough than the first time. Your fingers dig into the bed, not sure where to place them. Was this really happening?

Satoru spreads your legs and you have no choice but to lean back, at the mercy of him as he hovers over you. It’s overwhelming in the way he’s completely covering you. Your mind reels as your mouths move in tandem.

You were almost expecting his phone to ring, to rip him away from you. There was always something that kept you apart, like god couldn’t fathom the idea of you together.

Satoru pulls away and grins to himself.

“You’re kind of greedy, aren't you?” He questions.

“Fucking Suguru then coming here to ask for more? Naughty little girl.”

Satoru reaches up between your legs. He brushes against your thighs, before pushing your shirt up. The hair on the back of your neck stands up at the cool air that blows against your stomach. His thumb rubs your tender flesh before he kisses you again.

You’re panting by the time he kisses you once more, positive you’re leaking between your legs. He pulls away and stares into your eyes as his hand traverses your skin.

His hands find your underwear and he slides his fingers inside, wasting no time as he traces your slit. Satoru watches your reactions as he slides a finger inside, groaning as it sinks into your pussy.

Satoru pulls it out carefully before sliding it back in, lips parted as he watches you. You always knew he had long fingers, but knowing was much more different than feeling. It felt like he was reaching your throat.

Satoru has a slight grin on his face as he stretches you out, and all prior guilt you may have held was gone. Of course you didn’t expect him to be really mad at you, but you didn’t think you were going to get rewarded either. He eases a second finger in, curling them up until you let out a shaky moan. It felt weird to be open like this with him, the two of you constantly teased each other. You were half expecting him to make a smart remark at your expense given how pathetic you looked, and felt.

“How’s it feel?” His voice is low and dangerous as he hovers above you.

“S-so good.”

You clench the sheets beside you, looking down to watch where his hand was. You were getting so wet that your pussy made noises each time he slid his fingers in. His palm presses against your clit as he finger fucks you, causing your breathing to stutter.

You’re trying to keep still underneath him but it's getting increasingly difficult as his hand speeds up, the heel of his hand bumping into your clit each time. His long fingers stroke your sensitive walls, and you know that you’ll never be able to repeat the sensation. You were sort of pissed at yourself for missing out on this for years. It felt like he was bringing you to the gates of heaven with his fingers. You wished you could feel this forever, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.

Your moans increase as his lips graze against your skin. He’s close to your face, eyes flicking back and forth between yours. He must be able to feel the rhythmic clenching because he lets out a dark chuckle. The heat of his gaze makes it hard to breathe.

You’re close.

So close.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” His hushed words of encouragement are all you need to send you over the edge.

You throw your head back as you cum, you don’t think you could handle looking at him. His fingers slow as you float back down to earth, a dull tingling running over your skin.

When your eyes flicker back to Satoru, he's looking at you with hunger. For a moment it startles you.

He sits up and slides his hands down your sides until they settle on your underwear. They’re off in a blink of an eye, and he's spreading your legs.

“Satoru!”

“What, you didn’t think we were done, did you?” His voice is filled with disbelief as he looks at you.

Your teeth dig in your lip as you watch him lay on his stomach, face in front of your pussy. You’re a mess, you can tell. Cum is sliding from your core, making you wiggle your hips.

“Don’t worry, I'll clean you up.” His breath brushes against you making you shiver.

Satoru sticks his tongue out and drags it through you, savoring your taste. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm so you squirm backwards to try to have a little bit of reprieve. It almost hurts how sensitive you are. Satoru holds your legs open as you whine, his mouth attached to you.

You can hardly breathe. Satoru was always like that, though. Making it so you didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.

“I've been dreaming about this pussy for days, I missed the taste of you.”

He dips his tongue inside you, dragging it back out. His grip is nearly bruising as he pushes your legs open. You can’t say anything, only whimpers fall from your mouth. His tongue nudges against your clit and it feels like a punch in the gut, you let out a broken sob.

When Satoru pulls away there’s a string attaching his lips to your pussy, the sight pornographic. You force yourself to look away, somehow still finding it in yourself to be self conscious.

You hear a rustling of clothes in front of you and out of the corner of your eye you see Satoru sliding his shirt off, exposing his lean abs. The sight was mouthwatering, you could feel drool begin to seep past your lips.

Without his shirt you’re able to see the large bulge that’s poking from his groin. You think you catch a wet patch but it's hard to tell.

You close your legs as you stare at him.

“You’re ruthless.” You murmur.

“And you’re a brat.” He says.

“Am not!”

“Are to.”

“You just make me so-“

“Wanna put that mouth to the test, then?”

Satoru looks at you with a cocky grin as he slips his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers, pulling them down. You inhale sharply as his cock springs out, standing straight. The tip is a pretty pink, precum leaking down the sides. There wasn’t a singular flaw. He’s slightly longer than Suguru, which mildly scares you, but he wasn’t as thick. Your hole clenches as he brings his hand down, stroking himself twice as he watches you.

You move to your hands and knees and crawl towards him, tunnel vision on his cock. You couldn’t possibly fit the whole thing down your throat, could you? Then again, you didn’t think you'd be able to take all of Suguru either, and you were able to.

You come to a halt once his cock is a mere two inches from your face. His precum is shining in the morning sun, a tantalizing sight. When you flick your eyes up to him, he's already looking at you. He raises a hand and pushes your hair back, gripping it. Your stomach twists as a pool of desire pours through you. You want to make him proud.

Your tongue lolls out, and you watch him as you glide it against his tip. He releases a hiss at the feeling, his stomach flexing. You were already craving more. You swipe your tongue again, the sound of his moans going straight to your pussy. When you pop the tip into your mouth, you gently suck. You allow your eyes to close as you fall into a rhythm, your head moving as you carefully take more of him.

He’s already halfway down your throat, and you still have inches to go. You struggle to breath as your throat spasms, the craving for oxygen desperately clawing at your insides. When you hear him moan once more, you think that you might not need to breathe again, as long as you get to hear him keep making those noises.

Your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You force yourself to take more until he's hitting the back of your throat. Gags fill the room as you start to choke on his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Satoru moans.

He keeps his hips still as you gag on him, slowly bringing your head back. You slide your tongue along his sensitive veins, swallowing as he continues to leak down your throat. His groans make butterflies release in your stomach.

When you open your eyes again, the sight above you whisks you off your feet. Satoru’s lips are parted, a light pink dusting across his cheeks.

Handsome, handsome, handsome.

You tear your mouth off and watch as a string of saliva falls down your face. Satoru’s leaning down, grabbing your cheek as he presses his lips to yours. There’s a sense of urgency in the way he kisses you, his front teeth knocking against yours. He helps push you back until you’re laying down and he's hovering over you. When he pulls away, you're able to see him up close. Every little detail is on display in front of you. His unique blue eyes, flawless skin, and strands of white hair.

Satoru pulls your shirt up, throwing it off to the side. It’s getting harder to breathe. It was finally happening. He pushes your legs apart and glides in between.

Years, you had been waiting years for this.

“Let me get a condom.” He murmurs under his breath, leaning over you to search his nightstand.

“Wait, you have condoms?”

“Yeah, bought them after our last night.” Satoru responds, sitting back.

He’s holding the packet, opening it as he carefully looks at the condom.

He didn't really have to wear one. Plus, you didn’t want him to.

“Satoru, I’m on birth control.”

He stops in his tracks and looks up at you. You only have a quick moment to gather yourself before he's tossing the condom aside, lowering down until his bare chest presses against yours.

“Thank god, you're gonna let me feel you?”

You moan quietly in confirmation.

Satoru’s cock slides between your folds as he rocks his hips back and forth slowly. You can hear how sopping wet you are, but it only makes him glide easier. His tip bumps against your clit and you groan out, attempting to squeeze your legs together but your attempts are thwarted by Satoru’s hips.

He pushes himself up and looks down between the two of you, using one hand to guide his cock to your core. The head presses against you and you can feel the momentary tension before he slips inside. As soon as he dips inside, your pussy is pulling him in, aching for more.

Satoru moans as he watches himself carefully push in deeper and deeper, and you can’t take your eyes off the sight either. It's mesmerizing. He’s halfway in when you feel him bump your gspot, making your lips tremble.

You think you stop breathing but you don’t notice, not when all of your attention is on him. His cock carves a hole into your walls, making you see white. Satoru’s moaning above you, and it only makes you clench against him. He must feel it.

“Fuck, almost there. Think you can handle more?”

You can tell he's snickering without glancing at him. He must be teasing you. But you aren't sure if you can. Can you take more? It feels like he's already two feet deep inside of you.

“More.” You groan out.

“You really are greedy.” Satoru murmurs.

He thrusts all the way in and you think your heart stops. It takes you several seconds before the ringing in your ears calm and you're able to bring yourself back down to earth.

He’s so fucking deep.

Your pussy tightens around him. Your skin feels like it's buzzing with the need for more. You expect him to be grinning to himself with a quip sitting on the tip of his tongue, but when you look up, that’s not what you see at all. He’s staring down at where you’re connected, eyes unblinking as they glaze over. His tongue slowly drags over his bottom lip to wet it. Not only were you feeling ruined, but apparently so was he.

You two hadn’t even started yet.

“You’re so f-fucking wet,” he says, pulling his hips back a couple inches before thrusting in again. “And warm,” he goes on, his cock sliding from you. “And tight.”

You moan beneath him and dig your nails into his arms, your head reeling from the feel of his cock. He isn’t even going fast, but you still can’t control your breathing. The schlick noises fill the room along with a mixture of your groans. Satoru’s breathing hard as he squints at where you’re connected, entranced by the way you keep sucking him in.

“Made me wait years for this.” A forced laugh bubbles up from his mouth and you can feel he's building up speed.

“Then you have the nerve to come to my house and act like I’m the one who’s been stopping us?” He moans once before slamming into you.

“Give me a fucking break.” He murmurs.

You yelp and grip onto him tighter. He’s pressing into your gspot each time he pushes himself in. Your clit is feeling neglected, twitching under the heat of his stare.

He sets a good pace, his moans starting to join yours. They were getting you off just as much as his cock was. It was a good thing Suguru wasn’t home, or else he’d be able to hear every little noise coming from the two of you.

“Satoru you’re so fucking big.” You groan.

“I know, but you can take it. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He thrusts himself in, moaning once he feels you squeeze around him. He knows he might be going too fast, but he doesn’t care. He needs this. He needs you.

You’re close to sobbing below him, feeling so good you think you may die. Your legs are twitching on either side of his hips, so you wrap them around him to steady yourself. This only achieves in pulling him in closer.

“Shit.” He moans quietly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You wrap your hands around his neck to tug him down closer to you, wanting to feel him utterly and completely. His sweaty chest presses against yours, your swollen nipples dragging along his tight muscles. His mouth is directly beside your ear, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

You’re moaning loud and digging your nails in once more. Your pussy is already getting sore from the way he's pounding into you, but you couldn’t care less.

He snakes a head between the two of your bodies and slides it to your clit. You’re shaking beneath him as he starts to rub slow methodical circles around you.

“Is this what you needed, baby?” He asks.

“Y-yes, fuck, yes!”

It was too much. He was too much.

You moan as he pushes into you, the whole time he's stroking your clit. If this is what you get when you bitch to him, maybe you should do it far more often. Your skin prickles.

“Yeah? Just needed to get fucked good, huh?”

You wished he would shut up. His words were bringing you closer to the edge, but you didn’t want to cum yet. You wanted more and you wanted it to last longer.

“Satoru you're gonna make me,” you groan as his finger speeds up.

“Cum? You gonna be a good girl for me for once and cum on my cock?”

You aren't sure how you haven’t drawn blood yet with the way your nails are embedded in his skin. It's hard to breathe with the pressure on your chest and the pleasure buzzing through your veins.

His cock thrusts inside you, working with the way his finger glides against you.

You were so fucking close.

He groans beside you as your pussy begins to rhythmically twitch against him, betraying your wants as you inch towards your orgasm.

“Look at me.” He commands, pulling up until his face is inches in front of yours. “Want you to look at me as you cum.”

Your eyes trail along his face, unsure of where to look. He looked good. You didn’t want to appreciate just one of his features. You wanted all of him.

His blue eyes demand your attention so you give in to stare at them.

He only has to swipe a couple more times before you cum, your mouth hanging open as you clench around his cock. You’re so tight he nearly has a hard time fucking you through it, your pussy desperately clinging to him. He’s almost as loud as you as you cum, trying to stave off his own orgasm until you finish first.

Your vision clears up but you're immediately thrust back into the throws of passion. He’s not done yet. The whimpers falling from his lips threaten to turn you on again.

“Where do you want me to,” his voice is airy as he inches closer.

“Inside!”

“Yeah? Gonna let me cum inside and fill up t-this pussy?” He’s delirious you think, but you aren’t faring much better.

“Yes, yes,” you moan. “Please, please.”

His hip thrusts become irregular until he lets out one last loud groan, shooting cum inside you. It's warm and sticky as it fills you up, threatening to leak from the sides of your pussy if he wasn’t plugging you up.

He pushes into you a couple more times before sitting up, the two of you watching as his cock slides from you. His cum drips from your pussy, the heat of it dragging on your skin.

When you look up you find that he's already staring at you. You think he may want to go again.

“You doing okay?” He questions.

That wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Yeah…” You’re better than okay. You feel weightless.

You finally fucked the two of them. Even though you shouldn’t have come over and yelled at Satoru, you were slightly thanking yourself.

Satoru grabs a towel to slide between you, cleaning up his cum. You wince at the sensation, which he chuckles at before he tosses the soiled fabric away.

You sit up and immediately feel the way your pussy begins to ache. You hadn’t gotten used to the sizes of them yet. Your throat is parched as you watch Satoru lay down beside you, his skin glistening in the morning light.

“I'm gonna get water.” You murmur.

“Okay. I’ll be here. Promise.” He kisses the side of your mouth.

Your lips threaten to smile, so you get up and turn around before he can see it. You throw on his discarded shirt before opening the bedroom door, making your way out.

“Oh hey. Done already?”

Your feet stop instantly. You turn to the side and find Suguru sitting next to the bedroom door, flicking through a book.

He was here?

“I-I thought. Satoru said-“ you stutter as Suguru looks up, his feline eyes making your heart flutter. “Satoru said you wouldn't be home for two hours.”

“Satoru told me to leave for one hour.” He murmurs.

What a little shit.

Suguru’s eyes slide from your face down your figure. He appreciates the way his boyfriends shirt clings to your body, your bare legs out in the open for him.

“What’s taking so long-“ Satoru’s voice surrounds you. “Oh hey Suguru, didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” Satoru nearly sounds giddy.

Satoru’s wearing his boxers once more but he skipped putting on a shirt. If Suguru somehow hadn’t heard the two of you, which he most certainly did, then he would have been able to tell what you had done just based on your appearances.

How embarrassing.

You bring your hands up to your face to hide yourself. Suguru must have heard everything, or close to everything.

“Did you have fun?” Suguru asks.

He doesn’t seem mad, if anything he seems smug.

“I did. She’s amazing.” Satoru answers.

“I know.” Suguru responds, a cocky grin spreading across his lips.

“I'm gonna go get water…” you try to excuse yourself, embarrassment creeping up all over you.

Your eyes fly across the room, looking for something to settle your gaze on. You see the couch which has two blankets thrown against them with two pillows on either side. Had they slept out here last night?

“Go lay down sweetheart. You must be exhausted.” Suguru stands and walks over to you, kissing the top of your head.

“I did all the-“ Satoru starts to say before Suguru shoots him a dirty look.

“I'm assuming you didn’t get around to eating your breakfast?” Suguru asks, tilting your head up.

You remember the tray of food that Satoru had brought in, you never got around to eating any of it.

His thumb swipes the corner of your eye where your tears were starting to dry. Tears you cried because his boyfriend was fucking you.

“No.” You say.

“I’ll make some more then.” He replies.

Him and Satoru share a look before Suguru’s turning around to head to the kitchen. They were both stifling a grin, contentment settling over their bones at their decision to open their relationship. Satoru turns you around and brings you back to their bed, scooping you up and setting you down on the soft sheets.

“Wait here, okay?” He says to you.

You get comfortable under the blankets before grinning at him.

“I'm not going anywhere after what you did to me.”

Satoru chuckles and rolls his eyes before standing up.

“You liked it and you know it.”

“Never said I didn’t.” You watch as he makes his way to the bedroom door.

He closes it softly behind him, leaving you alone to recuperate.

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 kazutora hanemiya

"I can be a better man. I can be a better man for you. I hope, you know, if you'll let me. I can be a better man with you."

♱ pairing: kazutora x afab!reader

♱ content/warning: MATURE. MDNI. unprotected sex

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Kazutora was at a loss. He had been released from prison after several years, but his friends were nowhere to be found, and he had no place to stay. With Chifuyu gone, and Takemichi in jail, he had no choice but to start from scratch, and that meant finding a job and a place to live. He wandered around the city, which once knew in the back of his mind but now seemed like a different place altogether.

Without a family, his gang, and his best friends, he was a new man.

It was the third day Kazutora had spent the entire day searching for a job, finally landing success. He was tired, but as he stepped on the train to head home, he couldn't shake off the feeling of relief instead of the hopelessness that had been gnawing at him for the past few days. Just as he was about to take his seat, he accidentally bumped into a young woman standing nearby, and they both stumbled forward.

Instantly, they both started to apologize to each other, their voices meshing together in a jumbled mess of apologies. Kazutora couldn't help but notice the woman's bright smile, her gentle voice, and pleasant face. Even though it had been a long day, she exuded a certain energy that was infectious.

As they sat down, she let out a sigh of relief and apologized for the inconvenience once again. “Are you okay?” Kazutora asks, “Yes, thank you.” She kindly replied before shortly noticing the stack of resumes on Kazutora’s lap. “Any luck?” Kazutora was surprised by her empathy, and found himself making conversation with her.

“Yeah, a record store.” He softly chuckled. “Record store? How cool… to be honest I thought you were some sort of pro musician, but, near enough.” She chuckled, and Kazutora was intrigued.

“Oh yeah? What made you think that?” He asks. “Well, you have a very unique hairstyle and clothes. And that cool tattoo too! At least, it’s the vibe you give off.” She answered, feeling a strange sense of recognition.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm softly with a smile, “That would be really cool…” He nodded, “But yeah, I do love bands. That’s why I also considered working at the record store.” He explained. Kazutora had always been a solitary person, spending most of his time alone and not really paying attention to the people around him, but something about her felt familiar.

“Congratulations again for getting the job, …” She paused for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t gotten his name yet. “Kazutora.” He smiled and shook her hand. “Kazutora…Hanemiya?.” He chuckled softly, not used to being referred to with his last name, the one that he shared with a terrible human being he unfortunately once called “father”.

and that was the moment when it all suddenly connected for her— this was the delinquent Kazutora she once knew in middle school. The one who pulls his friend out of class, and goes out to gang fights. She couldn't help but think about the incident that had happened in the past. She remembered the day when he was caught stealing from a motorcycle shop, and how he accidentally killed the owner. It was a horrible incident that had left a lasting impact on the whole school and town.

But despite that, she knew that she understood that there was a whole story and context behind that. She had always seen the best in people, and she believed that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. And now, as they had reconnected, she felt as though they were put in each other’s paths..

“It’s me, [ Y / N ] —” “[ L / N ]...” Kazutora finished for her.

Life is funny. They weren’t so close in high school, they’ve had a couple of interactions, all of which were pure, pleasant memories. She was kind, understanding, and she truly saw the good in people, even when they didn't see it themselves.

“You remember.” She was quite surprised, not expecting him to remember her at all.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good memory.” He smiled. “What are you up to these days?” He asks.

“Well, that story is going to take longer than my stop.” [ Y / N ] simply said. “I’ll just say that… it’s nice to have a fresh start.” She added.

“I know what you mean.” Kazutora agreed, and she smiled back, understanding where he was coming from.

Finally, when the train reached its destination, he mustered up the courage to ask for her number. And to his surprise, she gave it to him, with a small smile and a soft "good luck" as the train doors opened.

As he stepped off the train and into the night, he knew that she had given him more than just her number— she had given him hope.

As Kazutora walked through the bustling city to his new job, he couldn't help but think about her. The girl with the sweet and bubbly personality who had shown him so much kindness all those years, and when they met each other again on the train. He wanted to have a connection with her, but he also knew that he first needed to get his life together. He wanted to be the best version of himself for her, to be someone she could be proud of.

He reached the job site and got to work, feeling nervous but also excited at the prospect of starting a new chapter in his life. The work was tough, but he threw himself into it, learning as much as he could throughout the day and impressing his boss with his work ethic.

As the day wore on, while closing up the shop, Kazutora found himself thinking more and more about [ Y / N ]. He wondered if she was thinking about him, too.

"Good job today, Kazutora," she said, a warm smile on her face. He turned around to see her, looking just as beautiful as he remembered. She was holding a cup of boba and had a bright, energetic attitude that made him feel light and confident just looking at her.

“[ Y / N ]? Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He gave her a soft, welcoming smile. “I know, I’m sorry…” She chuckled. “It’s just that… you said you work in a record store around here, and… funny, because I work at a dental clinic a couple blocks away.” She says.

“Really? Well, that’s perfect… because then… I can take you home~?” He offered his hands for the bundle of shopping bags in her other hand.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled and handed him her bags.

As the day ended and they made their way back to the train station, they found themselves opening up to each other and getting to know more about their lives. As they talked, Kazutora couldn't help but be struck by how much she understood him. Even though they'd just met, he felt safe and comfortable in her presence.

And as they continued to talk, as the train rumbled on towards its destination, he knew that there was a reason why they were brought into each other’s lives. He was determined to make something more of himself, to be the kind of person he could be proud of, the kind of person she deserved.

“I never really planned on staying here, basically. When I landed my first job out of the city, I got into a relationship with my superior and… well… the jerk turned out to be married. The wife showed up at work and started rambling about how I was a homewrecker.” He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration on her behalf, angry how someone could take advantage and betray her like that.

“Since then, no one would hire me in town. And I thought fuck it and returned here.”

He asked her what he could do to help, and she told him that she just needed someone to listen. He was happy to do that for her, to be there for her and to offer her a listening ear. And as they talked, she felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her.

They have reached their stop and headed to [ Y / N ]’s apartment complex. “I’d invite you inside, but my roommate is currently moving out so it’s really cluttered.” [ Y / N ] explained. “Ah, I understand, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.” Kazutora jokes. “I practically live in a can of sardines. Plus it’s under a train track so I get three hours of sleep max. But I guess that’s an upgrade from prison.” He chuckled.

“Come live with me.”

"What!?" he asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice

“Yeah… it’s hard to look for a new roommate anyway. I don't have the time for doing all that.” She explained.

Kazutora couldn't believe his luck. He had just met her again after all these years, and now he had the chance to live with her, to spend more time with her, to get to know her even better. He didn't want to mess things up, so he did his best to act calm and collected.

“Are pets allowed?”

“Sure.”

She smiled at him, clearly pleased with his response. "I'm sure you'll be a great roommate," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And besides, it's not like we're strangers. We're old friends, remember?"

He was determined to not make her regret meeting him again, to make himself into the person he always knew he could be, and to show her that he was worth the chance she had given him. He knew that he had a lot of work to do, but with her by his side, it’s like he took a big step forward. After all, maybe he didn’t really lose everything…

Christmas is a time of year for joy, for spending time with loved ones and creating memories that will last a lifetime. And for [ Y / N ], Christmas was supposed to be a time to escape the cold and spend some time with her ex-boyfriend. That's when she remembered the vacation house she had booked, but with no one to go with, she wasn't sure what to do. But then she thought of Kazutora, and how he had been there for her through everything. She decided to invite him to join her on the trip, hoping that he would say yes.

At first, Kazutora was hesitant. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go on a trip with someone he had such strong feelings for. But after thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time with her outside of their daily routine.

As they made their way to the vacation home, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. They couldn't help but notice the romantic atmosphere. Each corner of the house was decorated with lights and Christmas ornaments, and the scent of fresh cookies lingered in the air. They could feel the tension between them growing, and they both knew that this trip was going to be different from anything either of them had experienced before.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, Kazutora and the[ Y / N ] sat close together, lost in their own thoughts. The comfort of each other's presence was palpable, and they both knew that they had been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long.

Kazutora finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know that you were supposed to go to this place with someone else, but I'm glad that it ended up being me." His eyes were locked on hers, and there was a warmth in them that made her heart flutter.

She smiled, taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad it was you, too." She paused, searching for the words to express what she was feeling. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that he felt it too.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in the weight of their confession.

Kazutora leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too afraid to say it."

[ Y / N ]'s eyes filled with tears at his words, and she pulled him close, kissing him passionately. "I love you too, Kazutora," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've always loved you." [ Y / N ] soon found herself sitting on Kazutora’s lap, leaning in for another steamy kiss.

His fingers slowly rested on her hips, his heart rate picking up when he felt a surge of emotions wash over him. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing something so pure and beautiful, and it was with someone he cared about deeply. He was nervous, but excited, and as their lips met, he felt like he was on top of the world. He had never done so intimate before, and he didn't know what to expect, but he knew that this was special.

As they pulled apart, he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love and the kindness that he had always seen in her. He knew that this moment was the start of something beautiful, and he was ready to give his all to make it last.

“You look even prettier straddling me like this, sweetheart~” He admired her face, stroking her cheek. As [ Y / N ]’s lips begin to descend onto him, Kazutora could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He can tell that her body is just as passionately waiting for his touch and kisses. So his hands go over her hips, pulling her closer to his body.

Kazutora’s hands slowly start to move upward, brushing up against her panties. He starts to pull on the fabric, looking at her with intensity. Her heart is beating rapidly right now as she breathes heavily above him. He feels the heat coming from her body, feeling her touch against his. He slowly brings his lips back up to her lips and kisses her deeply, his lust and desire overcoming him now.

He pulls her dress up, leaving her in her bra on top of him.

“Mr. Hanemiya…” She whispered sensuously, slowly working her hands down his pants. “It’s cold, isn’t it? May I warm you up~?” [ Y / N ] bats her eyes, enough for Kazutora not to notice her fingers beginning to undo his jeans. The way his last name rolled out of her tongue perfectly, the only time he’ll ever feel loved hearing it.

He pulls her closer to him and lets out another soft moan, feeling her bare body mold and conform against his.

Kazutora’s eyes go wide as he realizes that she is making this quite intense. At the feeling of her hands going into his underwear, his breathing begins to quicken and his body tenses up as he feels his desires go out of control.

He slowly pulls her up just a bit, just enough to touch his aching tip to her entrance.

“Only if I get to do it first…” He whispered, finally feeling all of her in one swift movement. [ Y / N ]’s hands rushed to his long hair to tug on them, discerning Kazutora’s body as they connected for the first time.

Kazutora feels [ Y / N ]’s lips on his, as gently pressing into his again and again, in sync with her rocking hips. Her kisses and thrusts send a wave of pleasure through his body, making him moan softly and unable to control his desires.

Kazutora wanted to cum right then and there, but he knew he wanted to make this last for her. “Ugh, I love this.” He shuddered, body jolting slightly as she pulsed around his cock. She rocked down on him, purposely letting her hear his desperate whines. Kazutora clutched her ass tightly, her pussy touching his base and breathing heavily as he hit deeper.

[ Y / N ] rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the stretch by his thick cock. Within seconds, his pace starts to grow wild, drilling into her pussy, their hips now clashing together. He was finally getting some action after using his sole imagination in so long.

Gripping both of his shoulders tightly, she began to bounce harder on his cock, the ginger radiance of the fireplace shining on her face which made it heightened the experience for Kazutora. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly…” He whispered right next to her ear.

“I love getting to know you like this…” Her cheeks flushed warm. “I wanna cum…” He sighed and planted his hands back on her hips, his thrusts growing more desperate. “I wanna help you with that.” She moaned softly before speeding up her own pace. “What a good girl, showing me those cute tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my dick.” He grunted, bleached hair sticking to his forehead as they continued to fuck each other.

“Ah, Hanemiya-sama~” The explosive sensation ricochets through her body, making him feel her warm cum gushing down his balls just as he spilled into her pussy. He pulls out and you breathlessly collapse on his chest, feeling the light afterglow from the intense moment.

His eyes softened as he watched you snuggle up to him breathlessly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he was going to remember this moment forever. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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➵ Parings: Teacher!Jungkook x OC!Netta ➵ Genre/Trope: Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Co-Worker AU, Teacher AU ➵ Rating: 18+ ➵ Summary: The new English teacher has a big fat crush on the PE teacher Jeon Jungkook and everyone know about it...including Jungkook, himself. ➵ Word Count: 6.1k ➵ Warnings: Kissing, Thigh Riding, Ass Smacking, Food Play, Oral (fem receiving), Fingering, Mentions of Periods

𝘮.𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ▵ 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 ▵ 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

a/n: 10 months later and I’m finished!! I have to thank @dawnagustd and @vvh0adie for helping me ease into the smut from when I first started writing this bad boy. I was starting at the screen for hours just looking dumb. Thank you @hobeemin for being my beta, your comments made me giggle!! Banner made by the wonderful @floralkive. MDNI/Support divider made by @benkeibear

It was a known fact that Little Flower Academy was one of the few elementary schools that didn’t have a dating ban for its employees. The headmaster wasn’t stupid; he knew that if you worked around people for days at a time, crushes and even love were bound to happen. Netta was the kind of woman who never mixed business with pleasure, but when Jeon Jungkook came into her world, that idea was washed away like the chalk lines at recess. Netta had a huge crush on Mr. Jeon, the cute Health and PE teacher. She wasn’t sure what it was about the man that made her heart pound so harshly. With just a single glance or if he smiled, Netta swore there were yellow jackets in her stomach, or maybe it was just pizza sticks she ate from the cafeteria.

The first time Jungkook spoke to Netta, she couldn’t stop staring at the mole on the bridge of his nose; it was cute. She was so lost just staring at it that she completely missed the question that had been asked. It wasn’t until Jungkook laughed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck that Netta snapped out of whatever trance she had been in. She apologized for zoning out, and Jungkook shook his head, his dark hair flying around his ears before he repeated his question. He wanted to know how she liked the school, and if she had any issues, she was more than welcome to come to him. Issues? There was only one that Netta could think of, and it was standing in front of her.

The two quickly became the topic around the water cooler of the academy. Teachers and parents alike all whispered about how good they looked together, the dream team they were called to their faces, and behind their backs, they were the perfect couple. Netta heard the rumors and wasn’t sure if Jungkook had too. If he had, he never let on about it. Jungkook was kind and very funny in the weirdest of ways. He was a giant nerd, to be honest, and Netta was thankful that she could see that side of him as his friend. That’s how she ended up here, now. All alone in Jungkook’s home, helping him grade papers while eating Thai take away on a Friday night.

Jungkook has his bluetooth speaker playing music at a lower volume, sitting on the couch with papers spread out all around him. Netta is sitting on top of a pillow on the floor with her legs folded underneath her, twirling a set of red chopsticks between her fingers. She glances at Jungkook when he sighs and pushes his hair from his face for the nth time that night. Jeez, can he look any hotter? A familiar beat catches Netta’s ear, and she bites her lip as Jamie Fox’s voice fills the air.

You know what, I'm ma make it do what it do baby,

I'm ma make it do what it do baby

Netta drops her chopsticks, and they fall to the floor, making Jungkook look away from the papers in front of him. “You good?”

“Huh?” Netta stares at Jungkook and tries to ignore the sexual words spilling from the speakers. Does Jungkook not hear what’s playing? “Y-yeah, I’m good. Just…yeah.” Netta turns her attention to the papers in front of her and squints at the black text. What does this even mean? It’s like she’s reading a different language all of a sudden.

“How many papers have you gone through?” Jungkook’s voice cuts through Netta’s foggy mind, and she can feel heat warm her face. Honestly? She hasn’t graded much; it’s kind of hard to focus when Jungkook’s scent is all around her; plus, the oversized smokey green denim shirt isn’t doing anything for her well being either. How can he wear something so simple and look so hot? It’s not even fair at this point in life. “Net?” Jungkook tilts his head to the side, and Netta quickly pulls herself together, ducking her head down as she bites her lower lip.

“I didn’t get much done.” Netta sees the frown pulling at Jungkook’s lips and swallows. “S-sorry Kookie.” Her voice is soft as she spots the chopsticks on the floor by her leg. “I-I need new chopsticks!” Netta jumps to her feet, and Jungkook’s jaw clenches.

“Sit down, Ms. Robbins!”

One second, Netta is standing, and the next, she is sitting on the edge of the love seat, the fallen chopsticks clutched tightly in her fist, staring at Jungkook with wide eyes. Jungkook sighs and takes his reading glasses off, setting them on the table before he sits up and runs his hand through his hair…five times, not that Netta is counting or anything. Jungkook tucks his hair behind his ears and inhales with a smack of his lips. He stares at the unmarked papers on the table before he turns his gaze to Netta, who refuses to meet his eyes.

Jungkook’s lips press into a line as his eyes flicker up to the ceiling, licking his lips as he tries to gather his thoughts together. He sniffles once and runs a hand through his hair once again, his bangs falling right back in place, framing his face. Netta risks a glance Jungkook’s way, and her breath catches in her throat as their eyes meet. Jungkook raises an eyebrow and presses his tongue against his cheek while Netta looks away.

“Netta?” Jungkook calls her name softly, speaking just above a whisper as if anything louder would spook her.

“Y-yes?” Netta squeaks out, and she clears her throat. “Yes?”

Those rumors about Netta having a crush on him may be true after all. Keeping that thought in mind, Jungkook nods his head and sighs. Jungkook smiles, his lip ring catching the light and forcing Netta to focus on his lips. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Huh? Tell you…what?” Netta fiddles with the bracelet on her wrist and starts to bounce her left leg as she tries to figure out Jungkook’s question.

He cracks a sly smile, “The rumors are true, huh?” He swipes through his hair once more, shaking his locks before he sits back in his chair. Netta has no thoughts, his arms are folded, and his legs spread. Her mind is empty as she stares at Jungkook’s massive thighs. Were they always so thick and inviting? Netta’s thighs press together subconsciously, and she shifts in her seat. Seeing her movement, Jungkook strikes. He uncrosses his arms and holds his hand out to Netta. “Come here, Netta.” Jungkook’s voice is magnetic, pulling Netta from her seat to stand between his legs.

Jungkook tilts his head back to get a better look at Netta’s face, “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Ms. Robbins?” Jungkook slowly raises his arm and places a hand on Netta’s waist, keeping his eyes locked on her face. He doesn’t want to miss any signs of discomfort. “Humm?” Jungkook’s thumb slips under the hem of Netta’s shirt, and he forces himself not to look away from her face even though he wants to see the goosebumps that he feels on her bare skin. Wrapping his other hand around Netta’s wrist, Jungkook pulls her closer, and reaches out, her arms caging Jungkook on either side of the couch as she stops herself from falling on top of him.

“J-Jungkook!” Netta gasps, and Jungkook’s smile is wicked as he gazes at her.

“I’m not reading the room wrong, am I?” Jungkook questions as the rest of his hand slips underneath Netta’s shirt.

Netta opens her mouth, and no sound comes out. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook’s warm palm pressed against her side so softly. His hands are large, so very large, and his fingertips are calloused. Netta lets herself wonder how they would feel against more of her skin. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Netta gathers whatever resolve she has and lowers herself onto Jungkook’s lap, her knees on either side of his left thigh.

Jungkook mutters something under his breath, and before Netta can question him, Jungkook cups the back of Netta’s neck and pulls her into a feverish kiss. Their lips mold together, their tongues taste each other, and Netta’s full weight falls into Jungkook’s lap, her legs refusing to support her any longer. Jungkook groans into the kiss, feeling the pleasurable weight settle sweetly on his upper thigh. The heat from between Netta’s legs seeps into the fabric of his jeans, and Jungkook squeezes Netta’s hip tightly. His lungs burn, but he fights the urge to breathe; he doesn’t want to part from such sweet lips. Jungkook never knew that peanut pad thai was so delicious.

Netta slides her hands from the back of the couch and tangles her fingers into Jungkook’s hair. The strands are silky soft, and when she accidentally tugs, Jungkook moans into her mouth. Netta pulls away from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connects their lips, and she pushes at Jungkook’s chest as he chases her lips.

“W-Wait…Jungk-kook.”

Jungkook hums and licks his lips as he inhales deeply. His heart is beating rapidly under Netta’s fingers as the rise and fall of his chest starts to slow. Jungkook’s eyes are wide and alert as he stares at Netta concerned. He cups her cheek in his hand and swipes the spit from her bottom with the pad of his thumb.

“Are you okay? D-Do you want to stop?”

“God, no!” Netta shakes her head, and Jungkook smiles, all bunny teeth and scrunched up nose.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook whispers as he bumps his nose against Netta’s, trying to kiss her lips again.

Netta firmly pushes at Jungkook’s chest and puts space between their bodies, “I don’t want to do this on your couch…we could ruin the paperwork.”

Jungkook glances over Netta’s shoulder at the piles of ungraded tests and the rainbow of markers scattered on the table and floor. Jungkook’s tongue darts out to play with his lip ring as he thinks over Netta’s words. His hands slowly trail to Netta’s buttocks, and his fingers tap out a random beat that matches the current song playing from the speakers.

“My bedroom is a mess,” Jungkook pouts, and Netta giggles as she plays with the necklace hanging at Jungkook’s throat.

“Jungkook, we work with a bunch of children. I doubt your room is any worse than theirs.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes and gives Netta’s butt a firm slap, making her yelp and jump in surprise.

“I don’t think I like your tone, Ms. Robbins.” Jungkook leans forward and nips at Netta’s jaw before he licks up the length of her neck to her ear. “Are you a messy girl? Is that why you won’t mind my room? Just gonna make it messier for me, yeah?”

Jungkook’s words go right to Netta’s core and settle so deep that she can feel her walls clench around nothing. Empty. She suddenly is so self-aware of how long it has been since she last had sex with someone. Netta bites her lower lip, and a shiver crawls down her spine as Jungkook ghosts a gentle path of kisses from her ear to the corner of her lips.

“No, no, Ms. Robbins,” Jungkook easily pulls Netta’s bottom lip from between her teeth and soothes the tender flesh with his own lips. He licks at the bitten skin and sucks Netta’s lip into his mouth, his hands pressing firmly against Netta’s butt and she moans. Her hips start to move on their own, back and forth, over the meaty length of Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers, “That’s it, make a mess for me. I can’t wait to clean it all up.” Jungkook’s tongue is sinful as he licks back into Netta’s mouth. He leaves no space unexplored and slides his hands around a little to sink his fingers into the sides of Netta’s upper thighs.

Jungkook pulls Netta down more onto his thigh, and he flexes, giving her something harder to grind against. A broken moan slips past Netta’s lips, and Jungkook swallows it whole, devours every sound that continues to spill from such sweet lips. Everything feels too hot; Netta’s nerve endings are on fire, and the coil in her stomach is wound too tight. Her panties are wet, embarrassingly so. So wet that Netta knows she has soaked through the fabric of her yellow jeans. She wonders if she has soaked Jungkook’s jeans as well. The blood rushing behind her ears becomes louder than her thoughts; all she can do is feel.

There is a damp patch of skin that Jungkook keeps nipping and licking at; it’s right below her ear, and it’s driving her wild. Jungkook’s body is warm, firm, and strong under her hands. She wants to touch more than just his hands and face. Netta pants, her head lolls backward, and her eyes screwed shut as a warm wave of pleasure washes over her body. She whines, and Jungkook curses under his breath; he can feel the pulse from between Netta’s legs. He can see the wet mark she had made on his jeans and wants more. Jungkook grabs the back of Netta’s neck, mindful of the passion, twists in the way, and crashes their lips together.

“In my room, on my bed, now!” Jungkook pushes Netta away from him, and she scrambles to her feet, her legs wobbly and weak from her first orgasm of the night. “Second door on the left,” Jungkook informs Netta as he stares down at the wet patch on his thigh. He can see that Netta hasn’t moved, and he picks his head up with a raised eyebrow.

“What-” Netta wraps her arms around herself and shifts her weight from foot to foot.

Jungkook slowly stands from the couch and cups Netta’s face once more. He runs his thumb over the seam of her lips and tugs the bottom lightly, “What’s holding you back? We can stop if you would like.”

Netta looks down at her sock clad feet, and Jungkook gently grabs her chin between his thumb and index finger before he tilts Netta’s face upward.

“What is going through that mind of yours?”

Netta’s eyes well with tears, and her lower lip starts to quiver. Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he pulls Netta into a tight embrace as he wraps his arms around her.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay.” Jungkook smushes his cheek to the top of Netta’s head and rubs her back. “We don’t have to do anything; you don’t want to do Netta. We can even pretend that it never happened!”

“I-I’m s-sorry,” Netta cries into Jungkook’s shirt and shakes his head.

“What are you - no! You have nothing, and I mean nothing, to apologize for, Netta. Do you hear me?” Jungkook pulls away and bends a little at the knee to get a better look at Netta’s face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you-”

“No! I-I liked it…I-I wanted it.” Netta fists Jungkook’s shirt in her hands, and Jungkook just stares. Why is Netta crying if he didn’t read the room wrong? “We work together, Jungkook.”

“Yes…is that a problem?”

Netta pulls away from Jungkook and wipes at her face, embarrassed to be seen crying like this after she just ruined his jeans.

“I can’t sleep with you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook licks his lips, and his tongue goes right to his lip ring, “Because we work together?” Jungkook questions slowly and carefully as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Netta nods her head and links her fingers together as she speaks, “I just don’t want to make it awkward at work or anything…you know?”

Jungkook inhales and nods his head. Yeah. Okay. He can understand where Netta is coming from. Their work place was full of gossip, and he can understand why that would be off putting.

“I understand, Netta. I guess I misread the room, huh?”

Netta shakes her head, and Jungkook frowns, “I really do like you, Jungkook,” Netta admits, and her face heats up. “I just can’t do a one night stand with a coworker.”

Jungkook repeats Netta’s words, “A one night stand?” Netta looks up and sees the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes. “I don’t think I was clear with my intentions, but that’s my own fault for doing things out of order.”

“What?”

Jungkook pulls his hands from his pockets and grabs Netta’s hands gently between his. “I would like to date you, Ms. Robbins.”

Netta stares at Jungkook, face lost and adorable, making Jungkook giggle as he bops her nose with his finger.

“May I do that, Netta? Can I take you out? On a real date, officially?”

“Officially?” Netta parrots, and Jungkook motions towards the take away boxes. Netta quirks an eyebrow, and Jungkook’s ears heat up. “This was a date?”

“I-I had more planned!” Jungkook defends, and Netta laughs with a shake of her head.

“An official date would be lovely, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook’s whole face lights up, and he surges forward, capturing Netta’s lips with his own. The kiss is light and sweet, a clear way to show his true feelings. Netta rests her hands on Jungkook’s chest, and he nibbles at her lower lip, making Netta whine against his mouth.

“I have a spare bedroom…you can spend the night.” Jungkook whispers, and Netta sighs softly. “It has a lock that I don’t have the key to if that makes you feel better.”

Netta giggles and pecks Jungkook’s lips three times before she pulls away, “What would I sleep in?”

“I’m sure we could find something.”

“And if we don’t?”

Jungkook grins and snakes his arms around Netta’s waist, his hand resting low on the small of her back. “The sheets are really soft, perfect to sleep nude.”

Things at work are interesting. Netta and Jungkook are seen carpooling to work often, and they sit next to each other in the break room with their lunches. The Art teacher, Taehyung, is sure that the two of them are dating, while Seokjin, the Headmaster, is certain that they are in the beginning stages of a relationship. He likes to point out that Jungkook is more reserved around Netta; he isn’t touching her or making slick comments. He is very respectful, and Netta is the one that usually touches his hand. Hoseok, the Math teacher, doesn’t really care. He’s just happy that Jungkook has finally stopped talking his ear off about the new English teacher.

Netta sits with Jimin, who teaches Social Studies, and Yoongi, the Science teacher. Everyone, students, teachers, and parents are gathered outside for the teachers versus students kickball game. Namjoon, another PE teacher, is the referee for the match, and Netta giggles along with Jimin as all the moms drool over him. The teams are mixed with different grades from kindergarten to fifth, and the teachers were well rounded. Jungkook, Namjoon, and a handful of other teachers are together on a team and wear matching white mesh tops over their blue t-shirts. The kids wear yellow mesh tops over their shirts, and the school provided them with new cleats so that no one gets injured while playing.

Taehyung and Seokjin are the announcers for the game, and they are dressed for the part, both wearing black slacks with button up shirts and colorful ties. Taehyung has a yellow beret to match the children, and Seokjin, a white one to stand with the teachers. As the last of the parents and staff fill the bleachers, Seokjin announces the teams and Netta smiles. This is going to be a great game. Plus, Jungkook is looking right in those black sweatpants.

“You’re drooling,” Jimin teases as he nudges Netta with his elbow, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Leave her alone, Min. You know she’s down bad for Jeon.”

“S-Shut up!” Netta whines as she clicks her tongue and pulls the hair band from her wrist. Keeping her eyes on the game, Netta pulls her twists into a low ponytail and folds her hand in her lap. “I’m watching everyone.”

“Sure you are,” Jimin giggles and links his arm with Netta’s. “So, when is loverboy taking you out on a date?”

“I never said anything-”

“I overheard Jungkook asking Namjoon.”

Netta rolls her eyes and sighs, “We’re supposed to go out later tonight.”

“Where’s he taking you?”

“Why do you want to know?” Yoongi cuts in, and Jimin glares at him from the other side of Netta. “Their love life has nothing to do with any of us. Leave ‘em alone.”

Netta laughs as Jimin pouts, and Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Thank you, Yoongi. But honestly, it’s not that big of a deal. I don’t know where we are going. Jungkook said he wanted to keep it a surprise.”

“How romantic!” Jimin gushes, and Netta turns her attention to Jungkook, who is now standing at the plate to kick.

“I guess it is…”

The students beat the teachers nine to five, and as their reward, Seokjin was going to host an ice cream party for everyone next Friday during the last class.

“Bye, Mr. Jeon!” A few students shout from their parent’s cars as they drive past, and Jungkook beeps his horn as he starts his engine. Right away, he puts the air on and sighs the moment the cool air hits his hot skin. He’s still sweating from running outside, and his heartbeat is slowly returning to normal. Jungkook pulls the sun visor down and looks at himself in the mirror; his hair is a mess, his face is sweaty, and his eyes are alive and bright. He wipes at his face and pushes his hair back quickly before he flips the sun visor back up and leans back in his seat.

He is waiting for Netta to come out so that he can drop her off at her place. They have their first official date tonight, and Jungkook is determined to have a great time for Netta. Everything is planned out, and now all Jungkook has to do is get himself ready. A few minutes pass before Netta comes out of the school with her friend Jimin by her side. The two are talking about something that Jungkook can’t even begin to imagine, and he unlocks the doors for her.

Jimin is ever the gentleman and opens the passenger door for Netta and shields her head as she lowers herself into the seat. Leaning against the door frame, Jimin looks at Jungkook and narrows his eyes.

“You better treat my bestie right, Jeon. I will kick your tall, muscular ass if you fuck this up!”

Jungkook huffs a laugh and nods his head, “Goodbye, Jimin.”

Jimin kisses Netta’s cheek and slams the door shut before heading to his car. Jungkook waits for Netta to buckle herself in and pulls out of his parking space.

“You did really well today. I thought your team was going to win.”

“What kind of teachers would we be if we swept the floor with a bunch of little kids?”

Netta laughs and nods her head in agreement. She is sure that the children would have been heartbroken if they had lost, especially with the promise of an ice cream party as the prize.

“Well, I still think you kicked ass out there.”

“Yeah? We still lost the game…my ego is bruised.”

“Your poor ego.”

“Kiss it and make it better?”

Netta glances over at Jungkook, and he smiles innocently.

“You’re a dork.”

“I’m your dork,” Jungkook says with a wink before he turns his attention back to the road.

Date night is beyond anything that Netta was able to imagine. She was under the impression that Jungkook was going to take her out to eat, and that was it, classy and simple. How wrong she was. Jungkook took Netta to an aquarium. The aquarium was something that Netta recalled telling him about over a late night phone call when Jungkook asked what was something she missed from her hometown. They explored the whole place, swam with the dolphins, pet the stingrays, and cuddled some otters and Jungkook won a large penguin plushie from a raffle that he entered. For dinner, Jungkook had placed an order for pickup at one of his favorite small family restaurants, and they ate their meal under the stars on a large blanket in the park.

It was a perfect date, and Jungkook suggested that they end the night with ice cream, to which Netta agreed. Ice cream sounded wonderful, and that’s how she ended up back at Jungkook’s home, once again sitting in his living room. They sit on the same couch and share a tub of ice cream between them, along with a few other treats, while One Piece plays on the tv.

“Nami is always hitting them,” Jungkook pouts, and Netta laughs.

“If they would act right, they wouldn’t get hit.”

“They are pirates! There is no acting right,” Jungkook argues, and Netta licks the spoon in her hand.

“Pirates or not pirates, they shouldn’t scream at each other all the time.”

“It’s entertaini-”

“Shit! C-Cold!”

Jungkook’s brain freezes, and he stops talking mid-sentence as he watches the melted ice cream from Netta’s spoon drip onto her bare leg, her thigh that is exposed since she chose to wear a dress tonight. Netta drops her spoon into the tub of ice cream and quickly wipes her thigh with her middle finger, collecting the melted ice cream. She brings her finger to her mouth and licks the melted treat from her finger.

“Sorry, you were saying?”

She turns her eyes back to Jungkook, and he is staring at her hard. Netta tilts her head, unsure why he looks so pained, and she follows his gaze to the smeared ice cream on her thigh.

“Jungkook?” Netta calls his name gently, and he doesn’t budge, so she unbends her leg and kicks out her foot. The tips of her toes graze Jungkook’s outer thigh, and he jumps from the sudden pressure against his leg. His large eyes find Netta’s, and she smiles while biting her lower lip. “See something you like?”

Jungkook’s eyes drop back to her thighs, and he grabs her ankle now that her foot is resting on his lap. The spoon in Jungkook’s hand slaps against the side of Netta’s calf, and she jumps from the coldness.

“Sorry…” Jungkook’s voice is breathy as he slowly lifts Netta’s leg upward towards his face, “Let me get that for you.” His tongue peaks out of his mouth, and her breath catches in her throat as the warm wetness of his tongue sends goosebumps up her body. Jungkook’s tongue slides up, up, up. The splat of ice cream long gone as he moves higher, stopping at the side of Netta’s knee before he places a wet kiss on the skin. He lets her leg fall to his shoulder, the other still tucked under her butt, giving Jungkook a great view of the black and green panties underneath the dress.

“Not sure what I enjoy more-” Jungkook places the ice cream on the table and drops his spoon into the tub. “the ice cream or you.”

Netta releases the breath in her lungs as Jungkook devours her with his eyes and untucks her other leg from underneath her butt. “I don’t think you tasted me properly, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook’s eyes darken, and he quickly grabs her legs and throws them around his waist, “You might just be right, Ms. Robbins.” Jungkook lifts them both from the couch and supports Netta’s body by holding her ass in his hands. “Should we test our hypothesis?”

Netta fights the smile on her face, “Did we come up with one?”

“I hypothesize that you taste better than anything I’ve eaten today.”

“Just today?”

Jungkook smirks and clicks his tongue, “Let’s find out.”

Making his way through the apartment, Jungkook heads to his bedroom and toes open the door of his bedroom, thankful that he never fully closes it when he leaves. He steps inside and plops Netta down on the bed so that her legs hang off and drops to the floor on his knees. Jungkook places his hands on her knees and trails them up over her thighs, the fabric of her nude colored dress catching against his hands and bunching as he travels farther up. Jungkook licks and sucks at the exposed flesh of Netta’s thighs; her skin is salty and smells like cookie dough. Jungkook groans against her inner thigh and sinks his teeth into the soft skin. Netta whines, and her back arches as her hands tangle in Jungkook’s fluffy locks.

“Shhh, relax for me…I just want a taste.” Jungkook’s voice is gone, airy and light, as his hands tuck into the waistband of Netta’s panties, and he tugs them down. Netta removes her hands from Jungkook’s hair before she lifts her legs slightly and bends her right leg to make it easier for Jungkook to remove them. He just lets the panties hang from around her left ankle. The dress that Netta is wearing is now bunched completely up her waist, her lower half exposed to the cool air in Jungkook’s room, and she shivers when his warm breath glides over the wetness that is slowly leaking from her core.

“One taste...please, Ms. Robbins?”

Netta nods her head, and Jungkook stares at her with wide eyes, his lips parted slightly as his tongue plays with his lip ring. “Y-Yes…go ahead, Jungkook.” Netta’s heart pounds in her chest as Jungkook lowers his head, not once breaking eye contact. The warmth of his breath makes her shiver, and in that moment, Jungkook trails his tongue from her perineum and licks upwards to her sensitive nub, dipping the tip into her dripping slit teasingly.

“O-Oh!”

Spurred on by the soft pants of ‘ah, ah!’ and ‘s-shit’, Jungkook slurps up everything Netta offers. Like a peach, her juices coat his mouth and chin as he wraps his lips around the puffy bud between her legs. Netta’s back arches, and Jungkook moans against her, grinning as her thighs squish his head like a vice. His dark eyes are sparkling in delight as Netta threads her fingers through his silky locks and pushes his head down. Not waiting to leave his baby wanting for more, Jungkook manages to get his right hand between Netta’s legs and slips his middle finger inside of her dripping cunt.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

The stretch is very slight, not much, but the pressure is enough to make Netta’s legs quiver. Jungkook presses a messy kiss to her pussy and nips at the tender flesh of her inner thigh, “That’s it, baby. So fucking wet…mmm-” Jungkook hums as he licks his lips. “Best pussy I’ve ever eaten.” Jungkook’s voice is liquid gold, thick and warm as he presses his index finger in with his middle, and Netta’s whole body is shaking. “Close, Ms. Robbins?”

The air in Netta’s lungs is hardly there, and the words on the tip of her tongue come out as harsh pants of breath as she struggles to control herself. Jungkook’s fingers are long and thick around his knuckles. They press into her quickly, hitting that soft bundle repeatedly as he laps at every place he can taste. He can feel how her walls pulse around him, a silent beat that his body easily follows.

“Squeezing my fingers so tight…” Jungkook tries to wiggle his fingers, and Netta moans loudly. He removes his fingers and nips at Netta’s right thigh, the flesh tender and damp with his spit. “Look at the mess you made,” Jungkook holds his hand up to show Netta the sticky clear strands of her arousal between his spread fingers and grins wickedly as Netta stares down at him through hazy, hooded lids.

“J-Jungkook!” Netta whines at the loss of his fingers and sinful mouth. She was in the throes of pleasure, at the highest peak, ready to plummet before he pulled it all away. Jungkook raises an eyebrow and nibbles at his lip ring. Shaking her head with a huff, Netta kicks at Jungkook to move from off the floor, and he crawls onto the bed. “Can you do something with that? Please?” Netta motions to Jungkook’s soiled hand, and Jungkook easily pops his fingers in his mouth with a lewd moan as he sucks her arousal from the digits. “Jungkook!” Netta squeaks in embarrassment and slaps at his chest.

He pulls his fingers from his mouth with a loud, wet pop, and Netta wishes she could hide under the covers. “Why are you acting shy now, hmm?” Jungkook wipes at his mouth and chin with the back of his wrist and pulls Netta into his arms. He nuzzles their noses together and grins. “Best pussy-”

“Shut up, Jeon!” Netta slaps her hand over his mouth, and Jungkook kisses her palm. Jungkook nips at her finger, and Netta giggles as Jungkook wipes his head back and forth playfully like a dog trying to escape its muzzle. Netta pulls her hand from his face, and Jungkook pecks her lips.

“Do you want to stop here?”

“But what about-”

“Aht, aht!” Jungkook shakes his head and grips Netta's chin lightly between his thumb and index finger. He tilts her face upwards and stares into her honey brown eyes. “I’ve gone to sleep with boners before. It’s not that big a deal. Do you want to stop here or keep going, Ms. Robbins?”

The urge to pee presses into Netta’s pelvis, and she bites her lip, “C-can I use the bathroom first?”

Jungkook laughs and kisses the tip of her nose, “Go. I’ll get everything ready here.”

Netta wiggles out of Jungkook’s arms and hurries out of his room, her panties now somewhere on his bedroom floor as she walks the rest of the way out of them. Jungkook lays in bed, his heart racing in his chest before he takes a deep breath and sits up. He runs a hand through his hair and strips out of his shirt, pants, and boxers. Not wanting to make Netta feel awkward, he reaches into his nightstand drawer and grabs a condom from the pack. He rips the foil, rolls it on over his dick, and settles under the blankets, exposing his chest.

From the floor, Jungkook’s phone rings from his pants pocket, and he groans. Glancing at the door, Jungkook chews at his piercing. It wouldn’t hurt just to check to see who is calling. Slipping out of bed, Jungkook grabs his pants from the floor and digs his phone from his pocket. He looks at the screen, and Netta’s smiling face is looking up at him. He glances at the door again before hurries out of the room and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Hey, you okay in there?”

The sound of crying is muffled behind the door, and his phone goes off again. Netta is calling him again, so Jungkook answers.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? D-Did I hurt you?” Jungkook’s voice raises with panic, and Netta sniffles a few times.

“I-I’m sorry, Jungkook. I-I wanted to do more b-but my period c-came and-” Netta bursts into tears on the other line, and Jungkook’s heart drops into his ass.

“No, no. It’s okay, Netta!” Jungkook reassures her. “D-Do you have anything with you? I’m sorry, I don’t have anything here.”

“I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Just wait here, okay? I can ask my neighbor if she has anything for you to use so you aren’t stuck in the bathroom. I-Is that okay?”

“I’m sorry Jungkook-”

“Stop apologizing! It’s fine, Netta.” Jungkook walks away from the bathroom and heads to his room to throw his clothes back on. “Give me a few moments. Do you mind if she comes over? I can run to the store and grab whatever you need in that time.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Netta, stop. I’m dating you, and you’re dating me. That means we take care of each other, right?” Jungkook hurries to the front door and slips on a pair of shoes. “Right?” he asks again, and Netta makes sounds of agreement. “Right! So, act right, and let me take care of you.”

Netta’s laugh is watery and full of snot but it makes Jungkook’s heart race.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook grins and knocks on his neighbor's door, “You’re welcome, Ms. Robbins.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x oc #teacher!jungkook #soc jungkook #act right #exqueuese me

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Heart of the Fae- Chapter One: The Forest

warnings: mythical creatures? The fae pairings: Fae!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader word count: 2.7k summary: you enter the forest that everyone has always warned you about and you find yourself in a new, mystical land. except it's always existed and you're the first human in centuries...or so they say. a/n: This is a collaboration between me and @seireiteihellbutterfly! We hope you enjoy! Dividers by the lovely @benkeibear and banner by me.

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The forest always called you, its depths mysterious and igniting curiosity as you hear the alluring rustle of the leaves. Cool shade and soft breezes seemed to constantly sweep over you, pulling you into the lush greenness, tempting you to explore the path unknown.

There was a constant string of warnings being hissed into your ear.

“Do not wander too deep into the woods. There are tales of young maidens such as yourself being consumed by the forest. Being taken away by beings that we humans cannot comprehend.”

“Do not follow the stray lights you see hiding in the trees. They will lead you off the path, and when they are sure no one can hear you, will suck the life essence out of your marrow and leave you hollow.”

“Do not listen to voices being spoken by unseen lips. They will whisper words sweeter than a mother’s lullaby sung to her babe, before they turn into the shriek of an animal and devour you whole.”

Despite the warnings, despite the promise you gave your mother when she was on her deathbed all those years ago, you couldn’t help yourself. The forest never felt like the monstrous place people made it seem to be. It was there in your sorrow, it provided the rivers and the water you drank, the readily available game that kept your belly full, and the sweet treats of the tart raspberries and honey carefully harvested by your skilled hands. How could anything so nurturing, so pure, mean you any harm?

One day, you forget the warnings, the whispers, the talk of how most unexplained disappearances occurred when one stepped off the marked trails in the forest and find out that there was some truth in the cautionary tales the villagers uttered, even if they were only partially correct.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to see against the glaring sunlight. It was a bright morning, streaks of blinding sun peeking through the gaps between the leaves. You had paused, almost certain you had heard voices. You couldn’t remember how far you had come away from the manmade paths of safety, only that dawn had just started to peek its head over the horizon when you began. Irregular little flashes of light zig-zagged over your head, too radiant to be a hummingbird, the movements almost liquidy, like lava made gold, seemingly having no specific direction to go.

You had tracked them, your pack weighing down on your back, hypnotized at the idea of what they could be, going further into the forest, the trees becoming progressively more wilder and gnarled, bunching up together so closely that in some areas you had to find a way to squeeze through the thick trunks. And then it had opened up; the trees gave way to flat land, a clearing, no, a village, little cottages standing in neat rows for what seemed like miles.

Curiously, you wander towards them, adjusting the pack now starting to grow heavy on your shoulders before spotting a woman hanging out her clothes to dry on a line. As you approach, your pace slows as you see she had the general shape of a human, but her ears…strangely pointed and large…then as the being turned around, you clasp a hand over your mouth.

She had wings.

She was no human. Fairies. The tales the villagers used to say were true, that Fae lived in these woods. Your wonder grew as you watched her walk back into her cottage, unaware that you had been observing her.

You notice a few of the Fae watching you from their spots in the village. One of them leans in to whisper in the other’s ear, and you begin to feel nervous. After all the warnings and the things you had heard, it was actually real. You had always wondered why people had such strong feelings about the forest, and you could now see why.

“Are you lost?” you hear a small voice asking you. You look down to see a sweet little girl standing there. Her eyes are so friendly and welcoming. She’s got the most cherubic face you’ve ever seen.

“I-I guess I am.”

“Come with me.”

You decide to follow her as she leads you further into the village. Your eyes wander as you take in everything. The homes and buildings all have a mystical air to them, but there’s also something royal about it. Something regal and fancy.

Before you even have the chance to look around the little girl’s parents are calling her over. She looks around nervously before she heads towards them. It has become very clear that you are an outsider. You knew the risk of venturing into the forest, but something about this makes you feel so uneasy.

“Halt!” You hear a deep voice calling. You look over your shoulder to see a fairy in armor.

“You aren’t one of us,” he states, grabbing your hand.

“Let go of me!” You try to struggle free, but he’s not letting you go.

He looks at you with narrowed eyes, studying your features. He realizes very quickly that you aren’t a fae at all. He knew it from the start, but he had his doubts about you being human. Most humans don’t make it this far into the forest, so the guard had wondered if maybe you were another mystical creature.

“Don’t fight me on this.” He leans in to tower over you. “If you aren’t a fairy, you have no business here. Who let you in?”

You shake your head, “Nobody ‘let me in’. I just found this place by myself.”

He looks shocked. “That’s…that’s unheard of. It’s been centuries since any human has—no, I won’t settle for this.”

You squirm in his grasp. His tight hold was beginning to hurt you, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. Was this going to be trouble for you? Should you have just ignored your instincts?

“Just stop fighting me. You need to see the king. You have no choice.” He explains it to you. “Only the king can decide your fate now.”

He explains to you that you have no choice but to follow him. He’s going to be bringing you to see the king. You swallow hard as you seem to understand what your curious nature has gotten you into.

Everything inside the king’s court is unbelievably magnificent. The candelabras are ornate, Phthalo, and gold in color. The flames are almost unreal. The rest of the decorations mimic the colors and appear like it’s bathed in a mystical glow. Your eyes take in every single detail as you make your way towards court.

Two wide doors are flung open and you notice very few people in the room. The king, a broad and big man, sits on his green throne. He carries himself proudly, and with his long, luscious blond hair and deep brown eyes, you can see he is the picture of a regal man. He smiles at you softly, though you can see that he is trying to keep himself more neutral than the rest of the court.

His eyes are alight with curiosity as you make your way forward. You slowly approach him, observing the kind look on his face, though it does nothing to ease your nerves. Beside him sits a woman who has an icy look to her. Her eyes are like a pair of sapphires like someone plucked the most precious stars from the sky and placed them in her head. The tiara that sits upon her beautifully coiffed hair suggests she’s the queen.

You keep your head bowed. Seated off-center from the king is a man who exuded a warm, kind, personality, his hazel eyes shimmering with curiosity. He holds a smile that suggests he would be the type of person you could whisper secrets to and he’d never tell another soul. He seemed to be eyeing you, displaying a sincere smile. His physique is tall and broad, his golden locks neatly parted and falling pleasingly at the edges of his face.

“State your business, young human.” The king says.

Sitting on either side the king and the queen is a panel of high Fae. One of them in particular shares a striking resemblance to the queen. His snow-white hair and brilliant blue eyes make you feel so inadequate, standing like a commoner in front of the regal-looking court. He smiles at you, but it leaves you feeling cold. Looking into his eyes is like looking into an infinite void that you could so easily lose yourself to. It’s almost like he can tell you’re nervous so you look away.

“I…I am sorry for intruding. I got lost as I walked into the forest.”

The king motions to the pack on your back, “And you don’t suppose you might have been looking for us?”

You try not to get flustered. “Not intentionally. W-well…I can’t say I wasn’t curious. I have heard stories about your people.”

There’s a bit of chatter as you explain yourself. You notice the man with the hazel eyes is smiling at you.

“It has been said that humans are quite curious by nature. But let it be known that your kind isn’t welcome here. We have set boundaries and traps to keep humans out of here.” The king sighs. Then he takes a second to mull over the information. “I suppose you’re not really at fault considering you found us by accident.”

The queen leans in to whisper in his ear, and the king frowns as he considers her words. He thinks about it for a bit. A few more of the Fae chime in, but you can’t make out what they are saying. The king listens to his court before continuing.

“However, we cannot allow you to remain here. This is our sanctuary and humans aren’t welcome here. We’ll have to take precautions if we are to send you back since we can’t let you leave with knowledge of our location and existence.”

“Come here,” the queen beckons, and you know better than to disobey. Once you’re in front of her, she snaps her fingers and another fairy comes to her side. They exchange words you can’t quite make out either. Then the second fairy, an older man with graying hair, comes closer to you. He presses his fingers to your temples, making you shiver at his touch. His eyes are golden and sunny.

“Just relax, okay?”

You nod your head before you start to feel a strange tugging sensation in your mind. It’s almost like someone is going through your memories and trying to erase the ones that you’ve recently made from discovering this place. Your eyes close involuntarily, and your breathing becomes a bit more shallow. Your heart pounds in your chest as the sensations get more intense. Then suddenly, everything stops.

Muttering fills the court. The elderly Fae looks puzzled as he peers into your face. “I’m sorry. I have never had anything like this happen,” he explains. “She was supposed to forget everything she saw after coming here.”

The queen scowls at him, “Are you saying you cannot perform this simple task?”

He shakes his head, “As strange as it is, no I cannot. I won’t be able to perform this on her.”

More chatter erupts in the throne room. No human has ever withstood the memory charm. This would be the first time in history that a human was able to deflect such a powerful spell. All eyes are on you, and you can’t help but look away from the crowd.

“Silence! She will have to stay until we find another method.” The king then looks at you, “Let’s hope someone from this court is kind enough to take you in. You’ll need shelter for the time being. Perhaps…you?” The king points to another one of the Fae of the court.

“N-no, I couldn’t. My wife is with child,”

The king sighs. “I need a volunteer. Please, we need someone to shelter this human.”

Another Fae pipes up, “Couldn’t we just maybe—”

The queen says, “No, no human in the dungeons. That’s reserved for prisoners.”

The beautiful amber-eyed Fae looks at you and he feels his heart thumping hard in his chest. He raises his hand and the king spots him.

“I will shelter her. I can do this.” He speaks so eloquently. The king cocks an eyebrow, “Are you sure? We could find someone else to–”

The blond Fae speaks up again, “It’s fine, uncle. I promise I can accept this.”

The king thinks about it for a moment, then he faces you again. He knows that you could be some sort of spy that could ruin you all, but when he looks into your eyes he sees this curiosity that isn’t any sort of malice. He finally nods his head.

“You should be grateful that my nephew has a heart. Then it’s settled, you will stay with him.”

You all look towards the man who was smiling at you earlier. The man blushes and looks away shyly. Your heart races when you look at how adorable he is from being so flustered. You feel a blush creeping up on your own cheeks. The king notices everything, but keeps his face impassive. The thought of his nephew taking in a human does not bode well with him. Despite this, the choice has been made and there aren’t many others who have volunteered for your cause.

The king smirks, though he does well to hide it. He then leans over to consult with his wife. She looks at you, then at the man. He approaches you slowly, considering all the options at play here. Then he extends his hand out to you, and you shake it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kento,” He brings your hand up to his lips and places a delicate kiss on it.

“F/n L/n,” you offer a hasty introduction. “The pleasure is all mine,” the words flow from your lips. You surprise yourself at how charming you can be at this moment.

The king’s voice fills the room, “Are you sure this is what you want, Kento? You could have someone else house this young lady.”

Kento shakes his head no, his beautiful locks swaying as he does so. “It’s no trouble at all.”

“Then it’s settled. You can stay with my nephew.”

You look over at Kento, and though you have just met him, there is something so comforting about his presence. Was he really the king’s nephew? He takes your hand and guides you outside of the court. You notice a few Fae from the court following you. The tall, lean Fae with the piercing blue eyes seems to have become interested in the matter. He smirks at you and at Kento, elbowing your company in the side.

“Ahhh, so the spring Duke has his pick of the litter, hm? The first human in centuries and you get to lay claim to her?” He pokes fun at Kento.

Kento frowns. “This isn’t what this is about. She needs somewhere safe to stay. It’s not like you were jumping up at the opportunity to let her stay with you.”

The other Fae ignores him and he smiles at you, “I’m Satoru by the way. Kento here pretends he has manners, but really I’m the one you should be staying with.”

“Your kind isn’t in court right now. Just because you happen to be a distant cousin to the queen doesn’t mean you have any right to lay claim on someone. Besides, this isn’t for your own personal greed. She needs our help.” Kento explains, pressing his hand on your side to keep you behind him.

Satoru laughs sarcastically, “So what happens when winter rolls around? You just going to pass her off like some ragdoll? What happens when the spring is gone and your family has to resign their ruling for the next court?”

This causes Kento to emit a low growling noise causing Satoru’s eyes to widen and then suddenly he begins to laugh. Kento almost seems like a guard dog about to attack. The hair on the back of his neck is standing on end.

“Come on, Kentooo, I’m only joking.” Satoru teases once more.

“It’s not funny. Now if you’ll excuse us…”

And with that, Kento pulls you closer to him and he begins to lead you towards his quarters.

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kakushino · 10 months

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🔥 smut | 💔 angst | ☁️ fluff | ⚡ short | 🦴 long

✶ 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 ✶

✶ 𝕲𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖚 ✶

Lady in Red, Gentleman in Black - Yandere! Giyuu x Fem! Reader (Mafia AU) ☁️🔥🦴

Be my Owner - Demon! Giyuu x AFAB! Reader (Demon pet AU) ☁️🔥🦴

Knot Enough - Werewolf! Giyuu x AFAB! Reader ☁️🔥

Giyuu getting a cramp - chubby fem! Reader 🔥

Relax - GN! Reader ☁️

The Fanboy - Tumblr writer! Giyuu x fem! Reader (Isekai AU)

I'm married, Miss - fem! Reader (post-Muzan) ☁️

Being a papa is not so bad - Giyuu as girl-dad ☁️

Talk dirty to me - AFAB! Reader 🔥

Mer AU - series

Meet cute - GN! Reader⚡

Almost - fem! Reader 💔☁️

Breakfast in bed - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ When he's angry - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ Ice cream drip - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ Nibbling his thigh - GN! Reader🔥⚡ Paying the mechanic - AFAB! Reader🔥⚡

HCs: About kids | His hair |

Part 2 of LIR, GIB - TBA

Part 2 of BMO - TBA

✶ 𝕺𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖎 ✶

I know - AFAB! Reader 🔥☁️

Sweet - GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Haiku connoisseur - GN! Reader ☁️

✶ 𝕲𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖎 ✶

Farmer hand thoughts about Gyomei 🔥⚡

Purr for me - Farmer hand! Gyomei x Fem! Reader 🔥

Control - Brat tamer! Gyomei x AFAB! Reader 🔥

Priest! Gyomei blurb 🔥⚡

Lost - TBA

✶ 𝕶𝖞𝖔𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖔 ✶

Kyojuro's first 🔥⚡ Extra credit 🔥⚡ Tongue-tied🔥⚡ Rising sun ☁️⚡ Cold? ☁️⚡

Rebuilding the ruins of castle Me - series ☁️💔

Would you love me if I were a worm?☁️💔⚡

Not like this ☁️💔⚡

TBA

Kyojuro with reader in their 30s ☁️⚡

✶ 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓 ✶

First... or fourth? - AFAB! Reader 💔🔥🦴 Burden... or asset? - Fem! Reader (Part 2 of FOF) 💔🔥☁️🦴

Hunt - Werewolf! Tengen x Bunny! AFAB! Reader 🔥

Short thoughts: Soulmates 💔 |

Farmer boy thoughts about Tengen - TBA Pedestal - AFAB! Reader, modern AU - TBA

✶ 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 ✶

Fortune in misfortune - Yoriichi x GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Like a Rookie - Shinjuro x GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Protective - Akaza/Hakuji x GN! Reader☁️⚡

Haganezuka's apprentice - fem! Reader ☁️

Fuck me - Genya x Fem! Reader 🔥

Riding Douma - Douma x AFAB! Reader 🔥⚡

✶ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖆 ✶

Color-changing sword - no pairing, GN! Reader, prologue

Clingy and relentless - Giyuu x AFAB! Reader 🔥☁️ Kuri Manju - Giyuu x AFAB! Reader bonus chapter 🔥

✶ 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 ✶

PE teacher! Giyuu x Chubby Fem! Reader - WIP

PE blurb 🔥⚡

✶ 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 ✶

✶ 𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓 ✶

The Queen - Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Updated: 23rd of May 2024 All dividers and MDNI banner I use were made by the amazing @benkeibear Do not copy and paste my works to any other platform. Do not steal my work.

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jumbojazzcats93 · 5 months

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PTOLEMAEA - Soap

Summary - You meet a charming Stanger while hitchhiking.

Tags/Warnings - Ethel Cain's Thoroughfare, GN reader, dark content, gore, murder, cannibalism, death, noncanon, obsessive love, toxic love

Banner by @/benkeibear @glossysoap @divine--serenity @violet-phantoms @lordlydragon @quietlyignoringyou

Word Count - 1K

He thought she looked so wildly beautiful the first time he saw her. With wind whipped hair, an old satchel and some well trodden clothes; holding her thumb out as she edged the freeway. He was unable to drive passed her, so he pulled over and asked where she was heading and despite signaling she wanted a ride, she looked tense and flighty. He noticed the hilt of a pistol sticking from her pants side pocket where she clenched her fist over and over. "Don't you worry now, m'eudail. I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.", and with that, she jumped in to join him.

You were silent, observing, but you didn't seem to dislike his chatter. He told you about his family and how loving they were. How after his parents passing he left to travel the world; how he wanted to find the love that they had together for himself. When you revealed you didn't really know where you were going, just anywhere but home, he suggested you join him. "Well, lass, how about you come see the west coast with me? Some company is surely welcomed on this never ending journey of ours." That was when he saw his first smile. A hesitant, crooked smile followed by a small chuckle, "Sure as hell beats walkin' don't it?"

Over months of travel he began to crack open your shell. Months of conversations over meals. Months of hours spent on the road together. Months of sharing motel rooms and beds. Months spent unknowingly falling in love with you. You said you didn't believe in love, you'd never felt it from anyone in your life, but were hopeful his search could change that. He had no idea he was the only man to ever show you kindliness and respect with nothing expected in return...

No idea you had fallen in love with him; him and his endless outpour of kindness and warmth, within just the first few weeks of traveling together.

He watched you take in the cross country sights of small towns, busy cities, open country and untouched forests. Watched as you learned to bear your soul to someone for the first time. The search for his love had been long forgotten. How could he see anyone other than the sweet, timid little thing in his passenger seat? He got you all the way to the coast before he could put words to it. You had told him how sorry you were that he didn't find the love he was searching for as he looked out over the California coast and he chuckled as he responded, "Well... I still made it this far without it." You caught his gaze as he turned to you and he thought then that with the wind in your hair, in those old clothes and with that open expression on your face; he had never seen anyone more beautiful. You looked just like you did the day he found you. "Well, maybe not...", he whispered into the sea breeze. "Look at what I've got." Your eyes were stuck to his as he said, "You might not be my love... but Bonnie I doubt it."

He asked you to stay with him. Keep traveling with him and keep exploring with him, taste the night scene of California for a little while. He couldn't let you go. Not when he'd found what he'd been looking for all his life. He needed more of you. His gaze betrayed it, too. You could see it in his eyes that he was consumed by his love for you, but you couldn't recognize it for what it was. Obsession. He wanted to experience everything there was with you.... but it started to prove too much. Too overwhelming. The drugs and the people, the liquor and the lights, his eyes and his gaze. You could see it in his eyes... and even if your mind couldn't recognize it your intuition knew it was no good. You wanted it to stop, but what? You had no idea what you were seeing, so how could Johnny know what to do? The deeper into the drugs he went, the more you felt it. You felt it the night you slept together and he bit you so hard you bled into his mouth. You felt it on your skin like you were on fire.

He promised, promised, promised, promised.

"I need you. I love you. I need you. I love you."

It became frantic, he felt manic; he swore he was suffering under the weight of his love. You had no idea the lengths he could go... You could see it in his eyes, but you had nothing to compare this love to. Everything seems normal when it's the first time. How could you know what you don't know? You couldn't see what was whispering in his ear... what was breathing down your neck.

His eyes. He won't stop looking at you. You didn't know him. You wanted it all to stop. "Please don't look at me. It's too much." He keeps looking at you and you can see it. The shadows. You could see them in his eyes; you couldn't lead him away from them, couldn't bring him back. There was nothing you could do. It had already been done. You just wanted to be his and you wondered if it made him sick. If you were turning in his stomach. Burning his throat. Souring his mouth.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

You wondered if it finally felt like enough to him. If he finally felt he had received all of you. His freezer bride. He was so handsome as he stood over you. Consuming you. Drinking you in. Your life in his hands. Were you making him sick? You wanted him to know that you didn't blame him. Please, don't think about it too hard. Please, just tuck away that bloody Polaroid. You wanted to tell him as he tore you apart that no matter how your taste sated him, he would never have all of you. Not now.

Not the way Death did.

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cosmic-kaden · 3 months

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Oh Bite Me! (MDNI+18)

Ship: Matt x Kaden (I HATE THIS MAKE HIM GO AWAY /lh /j)

Words: 1,592 (helpmeeeee)

cw: Play wrestling and biting. Public whimpering?? (killme/j)

Summary: Kaden makes an off hand comment. Matt takes it literally and gets a lovely surprise.

Note: If you aren't a self-shipper please dni I have anxiety. lol

WHY IS THIS MAN WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A JOKE F/O MAKING ME FEEL THINGS I SHOULDN'T BE FEELING WITH HIM >: c FUCK! THIS IS ALL BROOKE'S FAULT! /LH (I'm blaming you and your ask on my other blog shhhhh lol)

ok 2 rb or whatever hhhhhh // banners by Cafekitsune and benkeibear

'Oh shit! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do!? What do I say!? I should run? Yeah, run. Take off!'

Kaden's head was reeling, their cheeks flushed and their heart beating rapidly in their chest. It actually felt like their heart was about to explode. Kaden turned on their heel to see him, staring wide-eyed at you, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Kaden swallowed thickly.

"What was that?" He asked and Kaden wanted to die inside.

Matt and Kaden were just being goofs together. It wasn't unusual for these two to get into random playful "fights" which weren't fights in the slightest, more like playful wrestling matches over silly things like withholding keys and stuff, taunting the other to 'come get it' today was no different.

Kaden had taken his keys and taunted him until they were a mess of limbs on the couch, Matt managed to get on top of them and pinned them down on their stomach. Kaden had the keys clutched tightly against their chest so if Matt really wanted them he would have to dig them out.

"You're lucky I'm being nice and not using my full strength" Matt grinned.

It was all very light-hearted and playful! That was until Kaden made an off-handed comment, it was something they just said without thinking much of it, they didn't think he'd literally do it.

"Oh bite me!"

"Well If you insist~" Matt didn't know! He was just being playful!

Kaden was trying to squirm out from under him and told him no, do not bite them!!

They were laughing because yeah, they were having fun. Kaden managed to squeeze out from under him and stood to their feet but Matt was quick, he sprang up from the couch and wrapped his arms around Kaden's upper arms, trapping their arms against the sides of their body, he pulled them in flush against him, their back collided with his chest when Matt let out a playful growl and bit into the junction of Kaden's shoulder and neck it was a playful bite but it was also hard, he used some force when he clamped down on their skin which caused Kaden to accidentally let out a low moan.

They both froze. Matt detached his mouth from Kaden and Kaden's expression was nothing less than horrified. So this was where they were right now, Kaden inhaled deeply they wanted to eject themselves into space, Kaden you dumb fuck…

"W-What was what?" Kaden tried their best to feign innocence even though they both knew what just happened. Kaden's eyes flicked up to Matt's only to see that his face was equally as flushed.

"I was expecting a cry? A yell? ….you…" Matt shuffled on his feet, the confidence he once had from playing around had disintegrated and he looked a little shy.

'Oh god, I made him uncomfortable!' Kaden was mentally slapping themselves, they glanced away. This relationship was still somewhat fresh and while they've done stuff together they haven't gotten too intimate with each other, not enough to find out what kinks the other person had.

"I..uh…" Kaden fell silent, they didn't know what to say, they just knew they wanted to run away and try to stop their face from wanting to explode. This was terrible!

"So you're kinda a freak?" Matt said bluntly, his voice holding a hint of playfulness to it and Kaden's attention drew to him, they looked at him in shock only to see Matt with a rather smug little smirk on his face. "My lover is a freeeeeeak~" Matt grinned, grabbing Kaden's arm, pulling them into him.

"I am not!!!" Kaden flailed and Matt grinned, resuming his position before, wrapping his arms tight around Kaden.

"You are~" Matt chuckled lowly.

"S-Shut up!" Kaden laughed softly.

"Now to use my powers for good or evil~" Matt teased, as he dipped his head down, nudging his head under Kaden's chin as he placed soft kisses along their jawline. Kaden's face felt like it was going to burst and their breathing hitched when they felt him reach their neck.

He pulled away and grinned widely when he heard Kaden let out a little whine. Matt was quick and snatched his keys out of Kaden's hand and Kaden was standing there dazed and stunned.

"I win~" Matt dangled his keys in front of Kaden's face and smiled widely.

"Son of a bitch! you cheated!" Kaden snapped when their brain caught up with them.

"Hey, it's not my fault you got distracted. It's also not my fault you get horny when you get bit~" Matt winked playfully and Kaden had to walk away from the situation, they simultaneously wanted to jump him and smack him, and their reaction made Matt laugh.

Kaden ended up being distracted the entire day because of that little stunt from Matt. The part he bit was tender, he used a good amount of force behind that bite, Kaden brought their fingers up to the tender area and pressed a little, yup it was very tender and Kaden groaned softly, readjusting in their seat as they tried to compose themselves. They were at work, they couldn't think of that right now!

At the end of the day, Kaden was collecting their things when Matt surprise back hugged them and Kaden smiled, their hand coming up to ruffle a bit of his blonde hair.

"Hi Matt~"

"You done?" Matt kissed their cheek and pulled away from them.

"Yes, I'm free finally~" Kaden chuckled. It was the same thing every day, Matt would always find them and the first thing he did was hug them. Despite Matt's anger issues with other people when they arose he was actually incredibly sweet.

Kaden turned on their heel when Matt pulled away so they could face him, the corridor was somewhat loud with people talking amongst themselves as everyone was leaving work for the day. Matt glanced around. "Not too many people.." he mumbled.

Kaden tilted their head, a quizzical expression tugging their face. "hm? No there usually isn't..why?" Kaden raised an eyebrow. "Matt. Whyyyy?" Kaden asked, their voice holding a bit of suspicion.

"Well, you know…" Matt reached out and grabbed Kaden by their hips, pulling them into him. Kaden flushed a little but wrapped their arms loosely over his shoulders, they looked up at him and chuckled softly. What in the hell was he up to?

That's when Kaden felt themselves being pushed back, they nearly tripped and had to move their feet quickly to keep up with Matt, their back collided with the wall and Kaden groaned softly. "Matt," Kaden said sternly, their eyes locking with his.

His brown eyes glimmered with a hint of mischievous intent. "I've made a decision.." His voice was low, only enough for Kaden to hear as he moved in closer to them, he planted a firm quick to their lips that left Kaden feeling momentarily lightheaded.

"A-And that is?" Kaden asked breathlessly, their body once again heating up like they did earlier in the day.

Matt grinned, peppering small kisses along their jaw and down their neck, his lips pressed against the tender spot from earlier where he had bit, his grin only widening when Kaden let out a soft whimper. This was embarrassing, thankfully everyone was too caught up in their conversations to see the two at the end of the corridor.

"I think I'll use my power for evil.." Matt breathed against the spot.

"Remember to be quiet now~" Matt hummed, his one hand going up to Kaden's mouth before he sunk his teeth into the same spot he did before except this time he bit and he bit hard. Kaden's hands gripped the fabric of his uniform tightly, their eyes screwing tightly shut as they felt that familiar shiver of pleasure wracks through their body.

Matt pulled them flush against him as he began to suck at their flesh, Kaden could absolutely feel his arousal pressed up against their leg and Kaden whimpered against his hand. Matt finally let go of their skin, bringing his hand off their mouth as he lightly kissed the now-darkening purple mark on their skin.

He straightened his posture as Kaden's fists unballed from from uniform. He admired the look on Kaden's face, their cheeks flushed, their chest heaving, their lips parted and their eyes glazed over.

A small smug smirk graced his lips but it soon turned into surprise and laughter when Kaden grabbed him, dragging him off to the nearest janitorial closet. "Can't wait till we get back to your place?"

Kaden slammed the closet door behind them and kissed him hard, it was messy full of teeth and tongue. "You pull a stunt like that again and I'll fucking kill you.." Kaden moaned against his lips, their hands already finding their way to the zipper on his jumper, pulling it down as their mouth travelled down his neck.

"I pull a stunt like that again and I'm sure you'l-- a-ah.." Matt hissed through his teeth, his eyes screwing shut, Kaden gave him a taste of his own medicine in the exact spot where he had marked them. They sucked his flesh and moaned teasingly against him when they heard him groan softly.

Matt surprised himself with how he was reacting to Kaden's bite. "T-Touche.." Matt moaned softly as Kaden's hand went lower, making a point to gently scratch over his abdomen with their nails, not enough to draw blood or hurt him.

"G-Guess we're both freaks now huh~?"

I ain't tagging ANYONE my face is going to fucking combust, goodbye >///<

#[screams into my hands] MY FACE IS ON FIRE AND I HATE IT! I HATE THIS GUY! HE'S UGH- /affectionate #Okay to rb but I won't expect it! sldkjflsdf #mdni!!!#18+ mdni #mdni #not minors allowed #not for minors #cw: suggestive #tw: suggestive #long post

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