#and I even have a red and black ottoman in my room

[raitonsfw]

𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)

a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list

a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.

“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.

“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.

“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?” 

“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.” 

Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon. 

“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.

“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?

Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.

“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.” 

“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.

You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.

“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.

“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.” 

“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more. 

There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting. 

Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.

“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.

“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.

Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first? 

Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once? 

“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him. 

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous? 

“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.” 

As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–

Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…” 

You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different. 

Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.

“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?” 

“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–” 

“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily. 

“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.

His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.

His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation. 

“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.

You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…” 

You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.

Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.

He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil. 

From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps. 

When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.

“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.

“-toru, what are you–?!” 

Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.

“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling  down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace. 

He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.

He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.

“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.” 

Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”

His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.

“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?” 

You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long. 

His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan. 

“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on. 

“F-For more lingerie?” 

“No, for a fucking crib.”

“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”

Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.

“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.” 

You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly. 

He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on. 

“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”

You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”

Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–” 

“Satoru.”

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[crushmeeren]

Bakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; fluff & smut, reader is 6 months pregnant, cursing, pussy eating (Katsuki is a champ at eating pussy), blowjobs (deep throating, M/M & F/M), pregnant vaginal sex (Eijirou has a filthy deep stroke), squirting, dirty talk (Katsuki has a nasty mouth), cream pie, katsuki paints your tits with cum

Word Count; 8k

AO3 Link; Back Aches

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Eternally uncomfortable. Way too sweaty. Belly stretched into the shape of a medium sized watermelon, because hell, it sure feels like you’re carrying one around 24/7. These are only a few phrases you would use to describe the way it feels to be 6 months pregnant with Katsuki’s baby. Today however, you seem to be really struggling with all the lovely side effects that come along with it.

Specifically, your lower back. It’s been twinging horridly whenever you take so much as one step. So you’ve set up camp on your large, fuzzy couch. Cozy blankets covering your bare legs. You’re only wearing soft shorts and a large, worn, Red Riot T-shirt. You’ve been out here for a while, aimlessly watching different movies and shows, scrolling through your phone.

Katsuki’s playing some video game in the other room. Quite loudly, you might add. You can occasionally hear him yell at Todoroki that he’s the worst player in existence and to fuck off, venomously. You hope Todoroki is taunting him just as much. Sadly, Eijirou is out on patrol today, not coming home until later in the evening.

Now, the sun is getting close to setting, and you’re in the middle of watching a Tik Tok when your baby starts to wiggle around. The fluttering sensation makes you squirm and sit up ram-rod straight. Which in turn, causes a bright flash of pain to radiate through your lower back, up your spine. You desperately need some sort of relief, so you set your phone down on the armrest.

“Kastukiiiii,” you whine loudly, dragging out the i, wishing you could summon the blonde telepathically. You shift your weight in the seat, keeping your feet perched on the large ottoman in front of you. You wait a few seconds, hearing nothing except the background noise from the movie you’ve left on. What the fuck, you think.

“Katsuki!” You yell this time, his name falling sharply from your tongue. Your eyes widen significantly as you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. You rest a hand on the lower part of your belly, rubbing the spot soothingly when you feel a tiny foot kick you harshly. Apparently she does not want you to yell. Yeah, your daughter is certainly going to have Katsukis bad attitude.

“Baby, I heard you! I’m coming,” Katsuki yells back, tone slightly irritated. You huff, cheeks puffing and heating as your easily agitated temper flares a bit in response. You take a deep breath, both hands now placed on either side of your stomach as the tiny feet continue to try and burst out of your skin. Like a scene from fucking Alien.

Your attention turns to Katsuki, when you hear the blondes soft footsteps as he rounds the corner into your living room. Your eyebrows pinch, lips turning downwards. He comes to a stop next to your legs, eyebrow arching as he crosses his arms over his chest. He pointedly says nothing and waits for your request.

“Kat, love of my life- baby daddy, can you do the thing please? My back hurts.” Pouting up at him, you openly appreciate his slender frame, despite your discomfort. It doesn’t help that he’s only clad in mid thigh length black sweat shorts and a black tank top. It gives you access to the lean muscles of his shoulders. Motherf-He’s so fucking hot. He notices your wondering eyes, rolling his own when you call him baby daddy, he hates that. Nevertheless, his facial expression is soft when he gazes at you.

“Do you think you can wait five minutes while I finish this round of my game? I’m about to kick Icy Hot’s ass,” he says, smirking when he places his hands on his hips. You know the unwarranted spark of anger you feel is not fair to him, but you can’t help it. You sit up a little straighter, wincing when your back cramps again.

“That’s too long,” you groan dramatically. “Can’t you kick his ass later?” you whine, over exaggerating your movements as you run your hands up to the top of your baby bump. Katsuki is more than amused at your behavior, finding it unbearably adorable at how much you want him to be in here with you. He smiles, snickering softly. You glare playfully at him.

“It’s five minutes sweetheart, Todoroki fucking sucks at this game.” Laughing, Katsuki runs a hand up and through his spiky hair.

“It’s your fault I’m like this Katsuki,” you complain. You press a hand to your forehead as if you might faint if he doesn’t do what you want right this second. His head tilts back in another laugh.

“Oi! You know it takes two people to make a baby right? I’m not the only guilty party,” he retorts. “Why isn’t Eijirou getting any blame for this huh? He was there too! Maybe you should get him to hold your belly,” Katsuki teases, ultimately giving in to your request. Todoroki be damned. Katsuki pushes the ottoman flush against the couch so you can scoot forward, making space for him behind you.

“He’s not home right now,” you pout. “Eiji’s actually nice to me, he would help his pregnant wife,” you joke, getting comfortable. The blonde crawls on to the cushions, maneuvering until he sits in the space between you and the backrest. He’s got a thigh bracketing both your hips and you recline into his chest.

“Should’ve let red get you pregnant first then,” he murmurs, stretching his legs out, pinning your blanket under his thighs. You smack his thigh in retaliation, making him jolt.

“Oh god, kitten, wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad, blah blah, I’m Katsuki and I’m a giant fucking hypocrite,” you mock, in a high pitched, horrific imitation of his voice. To be fair he did whine those things to you and Eijirou in bed multiple times before you all agreed to it. Katsuki sputters behind you, feeling his face burn as he pinches the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Oi! You’re such a fucking terror!” he says, voice colored in laughter. “I should make you wait until Eijirou gets home,” he taunts, slipping his hands beneath your shirt. His palms are so warm, comforting, when he places them on the underside of your belly, fingers spread. Katsuki gently presses upwards. You melt into his chest, letting out a soft moan of pleasure, relief immediate as he takes the pressure off your back.

“Your actions say otherwise,” you reply smugly, resting your hands over his. He hums in agreement. Katsuki loves holding your belly. He’s always hoping he’ll be lucky enough to feel his daughter kicking. He kisses the back of your head, relaxing into the backrest as he holds you, feeling the flex in his biceps. You both turn your attention to the movie you had playing earlier, your eyelids starting to flutter every now and then, feeling gooey and warm. Like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie.

Your baby must have recognized her daddys voice. It’s not even 10 minutes later, when the blonde makes a snarky comment about the current scene on screen, she’s playing kick ball again. Directly into Katsukis hands. You giggle when he gasps, accidentally releasing his hold on your belly.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, in awe. He presses the pads of his fingertips into the same spot, trying to get her to hit him again. His heart thumps hard, excitement swirling around in his chest, when she responds, kicking him once more.

“She’s been really active today. She must have heard you talking.” You smile softly, placing your hands on top of your stomach, letting him have full range to feel below. “I hope she’s this way when Eijirou gets home. I know he was upset last time he missed it,” you remark, tilting your head where it lays on the blondes chest, trying to get a look at his face. He’s still staring at your belly when he speaks.

“She’s fiesty,” he coos, rubbing soothing cirlces into your skin when she kicks him once more. “She’ll respond to him, she loves him,” he murmurs lowly, genuine smile tugging on his lips. The amount of love you’re feeling bubbles up to the brim in your chest, spilling over at his actions. You surge up, lips brushing his jaw swiftly in a sweet kiss, before turning back to the movie. He lets out a soft sound of surprise.

“I love you too,” he teases, kissing your temple. You hum contentedly, and Katsuki goes back to holding up your belly. You feel a vibration near your leg recognizing the pattern as a text. Picking it up, you see it’s from Eijirou. Your face lights up instantly.

“Kat, Eiji messaged that he’s gonna be home soon,” you tell him, eager to see the red head.

“Bout fucking time, my arms are gonna fall off,” he rasps, teasing as he runs his thumbs over the smooth skin of your belly. It tickles.

“Get out from behind me then, ya dick,” you laugh, gently removing his hands, back feeling significantly better. He softly tickles your ribs in retaliation, making you squeal with laughter. You’re wiggling in his grip. “You’re lucky I can’t get up quickly right now Katsuki! I’d kick your ass, you shitty excuse for a bomb!” Your voice high pitched, blushing to the tips of your ears. Katsuki stops, gasping in fake offense, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Shitty excuse for a bomb??” He sounds incredulous, but unbelievably entertained. You nod, unable to hold in a giggle. He squeezes you tight and plants several quick kisses on your cheek. You turn your head the best you can, briefly snagging his lips with your own.

You’re only able to hold your neck at the uncomfortable angle for a second. The sound of your front door opening makes both your heads turn, watching Eijirou waltz through. He’s wearing a smile, bright as the sun. All his sharp teeth on display. The red head melts into a pile of warm mush when he spots the two of you snuggling on the couch.

“What a sweet sight to come home too,” Eijirou happily sighs, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “All three of my babies snuggling on the couch,” he coos, walking around the side, coming to a stop next to the ottoman. He’s in street clothes. Gray sweats, red tee and a white bandana tied around his head. Per usual, he looks like he may bust out of the shirt he’s wearing. It’s unbearably hot.

“Get lost on the way home red?” Katsuki teases, smirking and raising his eyebrow. The blonde lets go of your shoulders as you strain to sit up. You struggle trying to brace your feet on the ottoman, Katsuki notices. He brings his feet up and pushes the furniture away for you. Making space for the red head. Grin never leaving his face, Eijirou rolls his eyes playfully, shoving the foot rest further away so he can fully get in front of you.

“No, I’m actually home earlier than I thought I would be,” he replies, pausing to kneel in between your spread legs, since your feet have come to rest on the floor. Katsuki slips out from behind you, sitting next to you instead.

“Thank God,” you sigh. “Apparently Kat isn’t strong enough to hold our 5lb baby without his arms falling off.” Straight faced, you explain to Eijirou, trying extremely hard not to smile. Katsuki growls next to you. You can practically hear his teeth grind together as Eijirous bright laughter fills the air. You know you’re poking the bear, but sometimes he’s just too easy to rile up.

“Is that so?” Eijirou teases, looking at the blonde as he grips the edge of your T-shirt. Eijirou notices your red riot shirt, looking up to wink at you. Cheeks turning red, you watch the red head push it up over your belly until it rests on top. Exposing all your smooth skin.

“I can hold a fucking five pound baby!” Katsuki snarls, harmless, yet he still dramatically throws his hands up. You choke on the swell of laughter that threatens to tear out your throat. Hearing Eijirou snickering as the red haired man settles both his large hands on your belly, fingers spread wide. His hands are so fucking warm. You let out a soft groan, weaving your fingers through Eijirous soft hair.

“I know Kat, just teasing,” you laugh, giving him your softest smile. The blonde can only hang on to his scowl for a moment, before the corners of his mouth curve upwards in what resembles a smile.

“How’s she been today?” Eijirou questions softly, nuzzling his nose near the top of your belly.

“Feisty little shit,” Katsuki croons. The blonde is smirking now, chest puffing up a bit. He’s definitely proud of it.

“Just like her daddy then?” Eijirou teases, brushing his lips over your belly in a sweet kiss. A soft giggle leaves your mouth.

“Absolutely,” Katsuki says, with complete certainty and confidence. Eijirou laughs.

“She’s been moving a lot today Eiji. Kat’s just happy she kicked the shit out of him earlier,” you explain, scratching the red heads scalp softly. The blonde makes a protesting sound but Eijirou hums, speaking to your baby girl now.

“Hi my feisty girl, daddy Eiji’s home,” he purrs. “I heard you were trying to kick box with daddy Kat. You’re gonna be just like him,” he whispers, affection falling off his tongue. He rubs his thumbs back and forth, caressing your soft, silky skin. Eijirous heart swells up to the point of bursting. Warm love oozing out of him when he places another sweet kiss above your belly button. The red heads eyes flutter closed, resting his forehead against you for a moment.

You jerk in surprise when Eijirous head suddenly shoots up, narrowly avoiding head butting the shit out of you, looking at you with wide, bright eyes. Your daughter has rewarded his affections with two thumps right where his head had been resting. The red head looks up, gaze tracking between you and Katsuki with stars in his eyes. He’s almost vibrating with excitement.

“Did you feel that baby? Oh my god! Kat, she heard me!” The red head yells, almost tripping over his words. You nod, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. You tug on his soft strands between your fingers. When his gaze locks with yours, you’re overwhelmed by the sight in front of you. Up to your eyeballs in the amount of love you’re feeling for your little family.

“Dammit Eijirou,” Katsuki growls, crossing his arms. “Stop being so-,” he pauses. “So fucking cute!” You laugh as the blonde crosses his arms, lip curled. You chance a look at his face. The blonde is flushed red up to his hairline. A sly expression immediately takes over Eijirous face.

He slips your shirt back down over your belly and you let go of his hair. You meet him halfway when he leans up to kiss you briefly. For being made of rock half the time, his lips are also so soft against yours. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lower lip, warmth burning through you when he pulls away.

The red head shuffles on his knees until he’s between Katsukis thighs. He leans forward and wraps his arms around the blondes waist, wiggling his eyebrows up at him. Katsuki narrows his eyes but places his elbows on Eijirous shoulders. Your toes curl into the plush rug below as the red head smoothes his hands up and down the blondes sides before squishing his face into Katsukis chest. Hugging him close, his tight embrace pushes the air out of the blondes lungs.

“Eijirou.” It comes out of Katsuki in a squeaky, gravelly tone.

“You’re so sweet Katsuki, I think you’re cute too,” he purrs, muffled by the material of a black tank top. Eijirou breathes in deeply, taking in just how good the blonde smells. Feeling the warmth of his chest on his face. You’re starting to flush as the blonde wrap his arms around Eijirous neck, holding him tight, mumbling I love you under his breath. Watching them together also sparks a fire inside of you. Even if it’s just something as tame as hugging.

The intense pulse of fondness you feel at their embrace, squeezes pleasantly in your chest. It’s a picturesque moment, until a pang of hunger rolls around inside you. Placing a hand on the underside of your belly, you chew your bottom lip. Not wanting to break up the tender moment, but it seems your daughter is hungry.

“I hate to burst the bubble, but our daughter is starving,” you tease gently, grinning as you watch them part. Eijirou kisses Katsuki sweetly, making a loud smooching sound when he pulls away, before the blonde stands up. He pushes playfully at the red heads shoulder when Eijirou rises from the floor as well. “Will you make something Kat?” You ask, puffing out your lower lip. Usual smirk etched onto his face as he lets out a scoff.

“I swear, you and Eijirou are like bottomless fucking pits,” he grumbles, turning and making his way to the kitchen. He’s not fooling anyone, you all know he actually loves cooking for everyone. Especially now that your daughter is getting closer to being born. He likes to express his love through his food. You and the red head share a look, laughing as the large man flops down onto the couch with you. It jostles you a little bit.

“Thank you Kit Kat! Love you,” you coo, watching as he throws a hand up over his shoulder in response.

“Sooo, can I hold your belly now?” Eijirou prods, way too excited for something so mundane. One of your eyebrows lifts as he shifts around until he can lean his back against the armrest. Planting one foot on the couch, letting his knee rest on the back side of the cushion. He lets the other dangle to the floor, opening his arms, making a grabby motion.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. She definitely has been missing her other daddy today,” you joke, picking up your discarded blanket from the couch, slotting yourself into his embrace. He lets one leg be pinned between you and the cushion as you get comfortable, pulling up the blanket over both of you, relaxing into his thick chest. Eijirou plants his hands on the top of your belly, slowly sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt.

“I love your shirt, pretty girl,” he whispers, low and sweet in your ear, soft lips pressing on your neck, snaking his hands under the soft material. The combination sends hot tingles down your spine. He forces a tiny, shocked moan out of you when he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, spreading his fingers and lifting up your belly. He brushes his lips over the bite.

“Jesus Eijirou,” you breathe, placing your hands on his. The low heat pooling in your belly is very enticing. “Trying to fuck me on the couch?” You shift, feeling his cock is half hard. Fuck, you’d be a damn liar if you said that didn’t send a sharp flash of arousal straight to your pussy. His laugh tickles your neck.

“Maybe,” he says, sly voice tickling your ear. Pressing his hips upwards a little, he runs his cock over your lower back. You pinch his thigh. He groans softly. “I can’t help it pretty baby,” Eijirou whines, continuing to hold your belly. You can’t say you aren’t extremely tempted, it’s just- you are really hungry.

“After we eat, promise Eiji. I’m sure Kat will be up for it,” you murmur, trailing your fingers gently over his forearm. You can physically feel the red heads pout, but he hums in agreement, more than likely not wanting to bother Katsuki while he cooks. Which is smart. You wrestle with your own arousal as you let Eijirou hold you, and talk about his day. All the way until Katsuki calls out for you both to get your asses in the kitchen.

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You were right. Katsuki immediately flushed red, when you casually mentioned wanting to get fucked, once you all had finished eating. The blonde had you and Eijirou ushered into the bedroom no more than five minutes later. You’re completely naked now, elbows resting on the headboard behind you. They ache a bit as you strain to hold up your weight, bone at the inner corner digging into the wooden frame.

Your thighs are bracketing Katsukis head in a harsh grip, knees sinking into the mattress below. The sensitive skin of your inner thighs being tickled by the blondes barely there stubble while you sit on his face. His mouth buried in your pussy. He’s got you sitting backwards, so you can enjoy the view of Eijirou swallowing the blondes cock over and over as he lays on his belly between spread legs.

“Fff-uck, Kat,” you whimper, rolling your hips so your pussy slides slickly over his lips. The blonde has one arm snaked around your thigh, his other hand braced gently on your belly, thumb absentmindedly rubbing back and forth. A gasp tears from your chest. Hot shivers sluggishly traveling up your spine when his tongue slips up through your folds, moving up to circle around your clit.

God, you’re so wet, eyes fluttering shut when he sucks on your sensitive bud. He flicks the tip of his tongue up and down as he continues to suck. The pleasure is searing. Not helped by the sinful, wet schlicking sounds that are coming from Eijirous mouth. He’s so enthusiastic at giving head.

Your eyes shoot open, jaw dropping as your fingers curl into fists, elbows still braced uncomfortably on the headboard. Katsuki is humming against your pussy, moving his head side to side, tongue barely poking out to hit your clit with each pass.

The vibrations resonate through your pelvis and the change in direction is enough to make the muscles in your lower belly clench tight. Thick, warm sensation of an orgasm starting to curl up behind your belly button. You whimper when he switches back to licking firm stripes into your clit.

You know your cheeks are a soft peachy color, eyes drooping when your gaze connects with the red head. A zap of electricity races through you at the sight of his pretty lips stretched tight around Katsukis cock, cheeks blooming a sweet shade of pink. It’s unbelievably erotic, the way his fingers grip the thick flesh on the underside of Katsukis thigh.

His other hand rolls the blondes balls. Katsuki has his knees bent, feet planted. The red head fits perfectly between his legs, snug between slender thighs. Katsuki shallowly thrusts his hips upwards, like he can’t help himself because it just feels too good. Eijirou dips his head in time with each motion, taking his cock completely, easily. His lips kissing curly blonde hair at the base of Katsukis cock each time.

Your pussy throbs over Katsukis lips when Eijirou sends a wink your way. Your pulse kicks, as you start to pant, tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip. A yelp rings out from you when Katsuki secures both arms around your thighs, pulling your pussy further into his mouth. He starts alternating between licking firm stripes into your clit and sucking on it with his tongue.

It makes your hole clench around nothing, insides twisting, as you feel your slick coating the blondes chin and mouth. It’s too good. You may not cum like this, but you’re getting as close to the edge as you can be. Your eyes flutter, catching on the way the blondes belly is twitching.

His muscles are starting to clench, stomach rolling and folding periodically. It’s an obvious sign he’s getting close to bursting down the red heads throat. You know you want to get Eijirou more involved before that happens. After all, it was originally his idea to have sex tonight.

“Kat,” you whine, cutting yourself off with a groan. Your fingers wrap like bracelets around the bones of his wrists. “Wanna switch, baby, please,” you gasp, as he bites your clit gently, before patting the side of your ass twice, pushing you up from his mouth. You hover over his mouth for a moment, trying to get your bearings about you again.

Eijirou stops as well, pulling off with pop, letting the blondes, thick, glistening cock slap wetly against his pelvis. Blonde curls at the base of his cock taking the brunt of the saliva and precum that had accumulated. The red head sits up on his knees, hair starting to fall around his eyes from its original style. His cock is flushed, hard, as he wraps a hand around the base. Contact making warmth bubble in his belly.

“Whaddaya want pretty thing? Tell me, you know Eijirou and I will give it to ya,” Katsuki purrs, lips brushing over your slick folds as he speaks. Eijirou hums in agreement. You squirm, peering into the red heads eyes as you make a decision. Hands coming to rest on your belly out of habit. Eijirou wiggles his eyebrows at you. The action forcing you to smile.

“I want Eiji to position us how he wants. Since he’s been so horny all day today,” you tease, chest rising and falling as you, with difficulty, swing your leg from Katsukis head, settling back on your calves next to him. Elbows aching from holding your weight, you stretch them out in front of you. Eijirou turns as red as his hair, looking back and forth between you and the blonde, who has also sat up. Leaning back, weight resting on his hands.

“Oh,” Eijirou breathes, looking at the blondes chin, wet with saliva and slick from your pussy. He wants to lick it clean. His cock twitches harshly in his grip, thinking about what he wants. “Yes! I mean- yeah, totally I can do that,” he says, failing to hide how eager he is. The red head takes time to look between both of you. Katsuki snorts, waving a hand in front of himself. Vaguely inquiring how Eijirou wants them.

“Well red, how do you want us?” He coos, a sharp edge to his tone. Teasing, but mean. In a way that he knows will crawl under the other heroes skin. As well as yours. Eijirou rolls his jaw around a couple times before biting his bottom lip. You lightly punch Katsuki in the shoulder for his attitude. All he gives you is a smug look from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, pretty baby c’mere,” he speaks warmly, reaching a hand out to you. You do as told, grabbing his fingers as he helps you shuffle forward on your knees. Once you get to him, he helps you twist until your back faces the edge of the bed.

He grips both your hands until he can slowly recline you, back flat on the mattress, head hanging off the edge of the bed. You feel a bit like you’re suffocating, baby sort of crushing your lunngs, but it’s comfortable enough. You’re still a bit unsure of what the red head has in mind until he speaks.

“Alright Kat, go stand near her head. I wanna watch you fuck her throat while I fuck her pussy,” he says shyly, flush traveling down his chest as he traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He sits in between your spread thighs.

“Didn’t feel like getting your ass torn up today Eijirou?” Katsuki remarks, condescendingly. You raise your head up in time to see Eijirou stick his tongue out at the blonde, watching Katsuki slide off the bed. Lazily making his way towards you.

“Shut up,” Eijirou mumbles, helping you bend your knees and plant your feet. His blush has traveled up to the tips of his ears. You can’t help it, you laugh along with Katsuki at your sweet red heads embarrassment.

To be fair, he does turn into a drooling, blissed out mess everytime he’s fucked by the blonde. Katsuki reaches you, placing a palm under your head to support your neck. Your throat is dry when you swallow. Katsukis cock is right next to your cheek, looking every bit of flushed and thick. Your pussy throbs in anticipation when you think about the position you’re in.

“You okay with this sweetheart?” Katsuki purrs, intense ruby eyes looking into yours. You fucking flush again, forehead starting to sweat. The room feels sweltering, but you nod up at him either way.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine Kat. I’ll tap your thigh if it’s too much,” you dreamily sigh, as he lets your head fall, base of your skull resting on the edge of the mattress.

“Such a good fucking girl, already knows the rules,” the blonde coos, a rumble in his chest. He grips the base of his cock with one hand, running his slick tip over your lips. You whimper, tongue darting out to barely lick at his head. He hisses.

“Eiji, go ahead love, I’m ready,” you whine, desperate. Wiggling when the red head places a calloused thumb on your slippery clit, rubbing circles into it.

“You’re so fucking wet pretty girl,” Eijirou murmurs, thumb trailing through your folds. He grips his own cock, sliding his tip over your clit, down to your entrance, slowly pressing the head into your pussy. He leaves his other hand braced on your knee for now. A moan gets stuck in your throat, hands gripping the blanket below you tightly. Soft material bunching up under your damp palms. Eijirou is fucking thick.

“Fuck, that’s it. Let that tight little pussy swallow Eijirou whole,” Katsuki breathes, fisting his own cock as he watches Eijirou fill you out. You whine loudly, pussy stretched to the max. The way his cock pushes at your walls, the friction as he pulls back, then rocks in again, teasingly.

It makes your eyes roll back, pleasure blistering through your veins. Eijirou feels his stomach tighten, watching as your silky, slick pussy hugs him just right. His cock throbs once as he starts a slow rhythm.

“Oh, oh god, pussy so perfect f’me,” Eijirou whines, one hand coming to rest on the underside of your knee, the other he places sweetly on your swollen belly. You can’t see anything besides Katsukis thighs, but Eijirous words burn pleasurably in your brain, pushing a low moan out of you.

“Fucking christ, open up that mouth for me sweet thing,” Katsuki growls, speaking directly to you. A little lost in the bliss Eijirou is giving you, you just nod, letting your mouth drop open, pink tongue poking out as well. Katsuki brings up one leg, bracing his knee on the bed, other one standing firm, muscles in his thighs flexing. A syrupy heat swirls in the blondes gut, groin tightening in excitement.

He braces a hand on the bed and grips the round flesh of your tit with his other. As he guides his cock into your mouth, your soft pallet becomes a track for him to fuck against. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around the middle of his shaft, sucking as he curses, hips jerking forward a little until his tip hits the back of your mouth. You groan around him when Eijirou snaps his hips harshly by accident, the image of the Katsukis cock in your throat spurring him on.

“Motherfucker,” the blonde chokes out, starting to pump his cock in and out of your tight, hot mouth. Electric tingles start in his groin, flaring down to his toes as you suck on him every so often. You’ve relaxed your throat, but struggle to breathe through your nose as he fucks your mouth. He’s not moving too hard, but a dull ache starts up in the muscle of your jaw. You need something to anchor yourself with, so you secure your arms around the blondes thighs.

Eijirou can’t control the little whines that keep spilling from his lips. The way your tits bounce, the sensation of your belly moving under his palm, he thinks it’s so fucking hot. He pushes your thigh back to get his dick deeper into your pussy. He can’t pull his eyes away from the rolling motion of Katsukis slow, deep thrusts into your mouth.

The way his abs flex. The sweat trailing down the side of his face, over his jaw, onto the corded muscle of his neck. God, Eijirou wants to lick it off. The thought sparks his arousal even more and he thrusts forward harshly, curling his hips. He hears your muffled wail, realizing he must’ve hit your sweet spot. He keeps going.

“Fuck, pretty girl, ah-shit, right there yeah? S’good, feels too good,” Eijirou moans, bullying that spot inside you. You whine, the lightening like heat radiates in waves from your pussy to your toes every time.

Katsuki moans continuously, a gravelly edge to them. The blonde feels himself throbbing in your mouth, pulling back to let you breathe. You gasp, lungs burning for air as he squeezes your tit once more, pinching the nipple, before letting go. He pets your throat in a soothing motion as your bounced a bit by the red heads thrusts. Steady rhythm to Eijirous movements.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon baby, want me to paint your chest?” Katsuki coos, running a thumb over your lips.

“Y-yes, please, paint me Kat,” you whine, stuttering between moans as your lids squeeze shut. Eijirou is still fucking you so deeply. Katsuki hooks his thumb into your mouth, gripping your bottom jaw, prying it open with a growl. You dig your nails into his thighs again as he roughly slides his cock back into your mouth, slipping into your throat.

It burns, an uncomfortable tickling sensation as you get the urge to cough. Forcing your throat to relax enough that he can thrust all the way in and out, to the root. You’re able to focus on the cock in your mouth a little bit more as Eijirou slows his movements for the time being. Presumably wanting to watch Katsuki cum.

Katsukis palm is slick with sweat, when he rests it on your belly, next to the other heroes hand. You free a hand from his thigh, smoothing it up over his hip and lower belly. His breath hitches when your nails dig into his slick skin, muscles flinching away from your touch. The threat of his orgasm is coiling tightly in his groin. His heart is in his throat as he reaches the peak right before he climaxes.

Katsuki makes a strangled noise, hearing going fuzzy, as he thrusts into your throat once more before pulling out completely, bracing his weight to lean further on the bed. Taking the hand from your belly, he strokes his cock quickly groaning lowly as he cums, painting your tits and a little bit of your belly with his warm, sticky release.

“Shit,” Eijirou laughs incredulously, movements having stopped completely at the sight in front of him. “That was fucking hot Kat,” Eijirou beams, running a finger over the release on your belly, then quite seductively, sucking it off his finger. Katsuki laughs, breathlessly, dick throbbing at the sight before he leans back standing on both feet again.

He’s trying to catch his breath, chest heaving. Your hands fall away from the blonde, letting them dangle as you try to remember how to breathe. Eijirou, reluctantly, pulls out with a hiss, slick cock bobbing. A whine pulls from your throat. The other two snicker.

“Are you alright pretty thing?” Katsuki asks, voice scratchy. You nod, as Eijirou grips your ankles, yanking you up the bed, so your head no longer dangles off.

“I’m definitely good, although can we switch around now? The baby is suffocating me,” you joke, laughing a little. Eijirou pats your thighs encouragingly.

“Of course my little love bug!” He says, brightly. “You want Kat to hold you baby?” He coos, gripping both your hands and pulling you up to sit.

“Please,” you giggle, angling your head to watch the blonde crawl up on the bed near the headboard. He pauses near Eijirou, to kiss him swiftly, making the red head giggle. He turns then, setting a couple pillows up so he can rest his back on them.

“Yeah yeah, c’mon needy thing,” he teases, smirking as he bends his knees and lets his heels dig into the mattress. Eijirou flicks his knee in retaliation and helps you get to your knees, holding your hands until you can shuffle around and sit on your ass in between the blondes legs.

Only having to lean back a little bit, your heated flesh comes into contact with his chest. His skin is too hot, making you immediately sweat a little. You look down at your chest, noticing you’re still covered in the blondes release, but they for damn sure won’t wipe it off until you’re done. Truthfully, you find it kind of hot, but you’re eager to keep going.

“Eijirou, c’mon, wanna cum please,” you beg. Voice so sweet and needy when it reaches the red heads ears. You let your thighs fall open for him, reaching out for Eijirou. He grins, sharp teeth fully on display.

“Course baby girl,” he purrs, inching forward on his knees till he’s right there, hard cock brushing over your swollen clit. You whine, feeling the blonde snake an arm around your middle. His fingers spread out on your belly, the other gripping your tit, pinching your nipple. Katsuki bites a kiss into your neck, laving over it with his tongue. You tilt your head to give him more access, bracing your hands on the blondes thighs.

You moan softly, Eijirou placing a hand on the underside of both your knees, pushing until your feet are off the mattress. Not too high, belly stopping you from being folded further. He raises up to his knees, angling his hips until the head of his cock catches on your slick pussy. So stretched out he can slide all the way in with no resistance.

“Eijirou,” you gasp, mouth falling open as he splits you completely. Your nails dig into Katsukis legs, pussy clenching involuntarily and the red head whimpers, feeling his cock throb in response. Eijirou’s suffocating in your silky pussy, eyebrows pinching together in concentration so he doesn’t cum too fast.

“C’mon red,” Katsuki purrs from your shoulder, chin digging into the muscle there. Ever the snake in the garden. “You’re big and strong right? Make that pussy cum,” he teases, voice low, curling down into you and Eijirou. Twisting your guts with arousal.

“Fucking hell Kat,” Eijirou pants, moving his hips in a testing pull backwards, before smoothly pushing in, until the dark hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit. You feel like he’s in your throat, telling the red head just that. “Ah, I’ll - fuck, make your pussy feel real good sweet girl,” Eijirou promises, starting slow at first.

Katsuki stares at the scene below, biting his tongue roughly, as he’s assaulted by the sight of the thick cock that disappears into your pussy over and over. He’s getting half hard again just watching. The blonde squeezes your tit, fingers biting in to the squishy flesh. You cry out, gripping Eijirous shoulders as he picks up the pace. His eyes are glazed over, eyelids hooded as he fucks you.

Your teeth clench, eyes rolling back as he hits the spongy spot inside you. Pussy clenching, toes curling as your head thumps back onto Katsukis shoulder. Something snaps inside Eijirou after that, because his deep stroke is fucking nasty from then on out. Hips curling upwards as he fucks into you, slamming your sweet spot repeatedly. You howl out his name as he moves relentlessly, dull nails scratching at his skin.

“E-Eijirou, oh my god!” You almost scream, feeling Katsukis hand rub up and down your belly soothingly. The blonde brushes his soft lips over your neck, releasing your tit and trailing his hand up to grip your jaw. His fingers dig into the muscles, yanking and forcing the angle of your head down, so you have to watch as Eijirou pummels your pussy.

“That’s it, watch Eijirou baby girl, doing so good, taking him like a goddamn champ,” the blonde growls. “Looks like Eijirous gonna fuck another baby into you, isn’t that right red?” He mocks, winking at his husband. The filthy mouth Katsuki has never ceases to push the two of you closer to the edge.

Eijirou whimpers out a mhmm, watching himself fuck you, cock so slick. The lips of your pussy stretching on his cock with each thrust backwards. His palms are slippery under your knees, sweat gathering in the hollow of his of neck, chest glistening. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin is unbearably lewd in the otherwise silent room.

“I - oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you choke out, sounding and feeling surprised at how fast you’re about to climax. The warmth is winding up so tightly behind your belly button, pussy fluttering and feeling amazing. The angle making you feel like you might squirt. Katsukis half hard cock jerks against your back when he hears what you said, gripping your jaw tighter.

“Fuck yeah, cum for him sweetheart, he feels unbelievable huh?” Katsuki murmurs in your ear, voice smooth as silk. You nod the best you can, Katsuki letting go of your jaw so you can look into Eijirous eyes.

“Give it to me baby, please,” Eijirou begs, mouth falling open as your pussy flutters around him again. He leans in closer to you, the two of you breathing the same air. You nod quickly, lips brushing his, toes curling as the coil tightens to the point of snapping.

Water balloon of pleasure popping, gushing waves of warmth throughout your limbs. Your body tenses, mouth open in a silent o shape as you cum, hard. Eijirou licks into your mouth once, behind your teeth before he can stop himself. Katsuki has stayed silent for the majority of this, breath hot against your ear as he’s bewitched by all that’s happening in front of him.

Hot shivers vibrate down your spine as Eijirou fucks you through it, choking on his own tongue as you clench him tightly. Pussy acting as a vice. A few more thrusts of that filthy deep stroke, one of Katsukis hands comes down to thumb at your clit roughly, forcing you to squirt all over Eijirous belly. It runs down your thighs, pooling on the sheets. You feel dizzy with pleasure and you wail, pussy trying to push the thick cock out of you.

“Oh shit, just like that sweet girl, squirt f’me baby, ah f-fuck I’m gonna c-cum,” Eijirou whines, through gritted teeth, dropping one of your legs to rest his hand over Katsukis on your belly. Both holding you almost protectively as you breathe heavily, trying to get some reprieve from your high. Katsuki takes his hand from your pussy, placing both hands back on the baby bump.

“Fucking- cum Eijirou, such a good boy, fuck her full with another baby sweetheart,” he says, voice edging on a growl. Eijirou pushes his cock all the way to the root inside you, sobbing through his teeth as his balls tighten. The sensation of his climax washes over him as his dick pulses, cumming hard. Stuffing your tight pussy with ribbons of warm, sticky cum. You kiss the red head, swallowing his moans as his orgasm fades.

Breaking apart, you whine, holding onto his forearms as he lets your other leg go. Eijirou places his other hand on your belly. All three of you take a moment, catching your breath, letting your souls return to your bodies. Your limbs are warm and gooey, feeling content. Eijirou sets his forehead against yours, pressing your lips together once again. You hum softly, lips sticking when he pulls back. He swiftly kisses the blonde as well before leaning back, pulling out slowly.

“My god, that was really fucking good,” you say, cheeks burning as you unstick your back from Katsuki, leaning forward a little.

“You felt so amazing pretty girl,” Eijirou coos, grabbing a discarded shirt to help clean you off. Which he does, wiping the slightly tacky release off your chest and belly. He sweetly cleans his release which was starting to leak from your pussy.

“It was a goddamn great fucking show is what it was,” Katsuki boasts, slipping out from behind you, sitting next to you. Eijirou agrees and you laugh, reclining into where the blonde was sitting, pillows giving your aching back some relief.

You all are feeling the sweet afterglow of sex, atmosphere warm and cozy. You hadn’t felt any movement during sex, but now you place a hand to your belly, feeling your daughter kicking you, moving around. Your stomach growls and you curse yourself for being hungry again already.

“Kat,” you mumble, looking over at him. He hums in response. “I’m hungry again,” you say, giving him puppy dog eyes. Eijirous laughs brightly as the blonde gives you an incredulous look.

“I guess we did just burn a shit ton of calories,” he snickers, rolling his eyes playfully. “Alright, get dressed you insatiable thing. Let’s find something to eat,” he teases, patting your thigh and getting up to get dressed.

“I mean now that you mention it, I’m hungry too,” Eijirous says, agreeing with you. Katsuki sputters.

“Fucking of course you are! You’re a mountain for a man!” he says harshly, jerkily tugging on his sweat shorts, tossing you a clean shirt and some shorts.

“How else would I be a top ten hero, if not for all your amazing food Kit Kat,” he coos, winking at the blonde. Katsukis cheeks turn pink and he stomps out of the room. You giggle, watching Eijirou pull on his own mid thigh length, red shorts. He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it out of face. You greatly appreciate the fact that they both remained bare chested.

“He’s gonna blow something up if you keep teasing him,” you say, smiling as you take the hand offered to you by the red head. Climbing off the bed, pulling your own clothes on.

“It’s just too much fun. Besides you’re just as bad,” he replies, framing your face with his hands and squishing your cheeks. You giggle, holding his wrists as he leans down to kiss you dramatically. You return the gesture, love blooming brightly in your chest. Smirking as he lets your face go, you lace your fingers with his.

“Guilty as charged,” you muse, letting the red head tug you out of the room. Katsuki, despite his dramatic actions, does end up making you all a snack. You all sit in the living room, enjoying the food and watching a movie. The boys taking turns whispering sweet words to you and your baby.

The three of you enjoy the rest of the night, relaxing together until it gets late. You can’t wait to see how the boys react when your daughter is born. You know, without a doubt, they’ll be amazing fathers. Then in a couple years, you’ll let Eijirou get you pregnant. You laugh to yourself, because you know, with certainty, your back definitely is gonna hurt with his giant ass baby.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Bad Boy

Mafia! Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Jason meets a shy and quiet good boy and takes him as his assistant.

Warning: language, violence, smoking, sex and sexual acts

Blood went down the drain as Jason washed his hands, blood belonging to someone else.

Jason hadn’t had a run in like this for a while, Red Hood was just taking over as Jason found out of his role wasn’t getting very far.

The steam from the showers hot water filled the room as Jason stripped down. The heat from the water made Jason sigh, maybe a sigh of relief? Or maybe a sigh of having to do this again tomorrow?

Looking at himself in the mirror, with just his towel on, Jason looked at the tattoo filled torso as he spotted some more bruises.

‘Jay, y/n is here’ Roy called out from the other side of the bathroom door.

‘Be right there’ Jason called back, wiping himself dry with his towel.

Dressed in his signature black suit, Jason walked down the hall with his best friend and his brother, Roy.

His brother is other ways to how Dick, Tim and Damian are. Roy is the only one who stood by Jason. After Bruce’s death, Jason took over half of the Wayne foundation and built his empire from that.

‘Hello Mr Todd’ you said, nervously as Jason smiled.

He shook your hand as you smiled shyly, avoiding looking him in the eyes for too long. You’d heard about Jason and what he’s done, who he is.

‘Please, call me Jason Mr y/l/n’

‘Y/n’ you assured as Jason realised he was still holding your hand, pulling his hand away gently and pointing to the seat opposite his desk.

It wasn’t so much as an interview, it was more Jason getting to know you to understand your mentality. Why’d you want to work with someone like him, or rather work for.

Jason liked the sound of your experience and he seemed fine with allowing you into his world. But, you had no idea how you’d got here.

Jason also noted that you were quite nervous, shy even. Seemed so timid and polite that Jason couldn’t fathom why you were here.

Over the first few days, Jason had you mostly do office or house stuff. Collect his coffee and such in the morning.

See now, Jason has a temper and it gets bad often, Jason thought if you saw him in that role first thing you would run screaming. So, he had you do small things first.

‘What happened?’ You asked as you stood in the doorway and watched as Jason washed blood off his hands.

‘It’s nothing, just a misunderstanding’ Jason replied, urging you to not stand and watch.

The next day, you figured you would do something nice as it was coming to your first month of employment with Jason. You made a breakfast and took it up to Jason’s room.

You placed the breakfast tray on Jason’s ottoman, opening his curtains and began making his bed.

‘Morning’ Jason smiled as he walked into his bedroom in only his towel.

You got red in the face and flustered as you saw Jason in this form. You knew he was a big guy, but you didn’t realise how big.

‘This for me?’ Jason asked as he pointed to the tray.

You simply nodded as you felt your face turning red, Jason said a small thank you as he took his towel off from around his waist and dried himself.

Jason stood completely naked for a good minute as he dried himself with his towel, not even registering that you were standing there, nervous.

‘Do I make you nervous?’ Jason asked, looking at you as you seemed nervous all of a sudden.

You nodded a little as Jason threw his towel on the ground and walked over to you, you seeing Jason is big all over.

‘Don’t be nervous Mr y/l/n’ Jason smiles slyly, he takes the blanket from your hand.

‘What…?’ You stutter out as Jason grabs his clothes from behind you.

‘Was just getting my clothes, Sir’ Jason winked as he walked into his closet.

You spent the last 5 minutes in the bathroom trying to get rid of your hard on in your pants. You wrapped your fingers around the base and jerked until you had finished.

Jason’s face, body and big D energy was stuck in your head. You wouldn’t be able to do anything until you got rid of the problem in your pants.

Jason stood outside as he puffed on his cigarette, his lungs filled with the hot poison as he stood and watched the sun rise. Jason hadn’t slept much last night, he’d been thinking about how he felt bad for making you nervous.

‘Good morning’ you cheered as you appeared from the back door, Jason turned his head and smiled when he saw you.

‘Good morning Mr y/l/n, sleep well?’ Jason asked, you nodded as you approached.

‘I did, please call me y/n’ you said as Jason chuckled.

Jason offered you a cigarette, to which you politely declined. Jason carried on smoking as you stood and enjoyed the view of the sun coming up, along with glancing over at your boss every so often.

‘I just wanted to apologise, I feel like I should say sorry about yesterday’ Jason broke the minute silence.

‘It’s ok, if I had a body like that I would show it off too’ you laughed, Jason laughed also. Throwing his cigarette end on the ground and stepping on it.

Jason allowed you into the field for the first time with him, you and Roy were to stay by the car as Jason dealt with a deal breaker. Another crime lord had decided to break his deal and promise to Red Hood. Which Jason knew was unacceptable.

You stood outside with Roy as Jason went inside, alerting his presence while dressed in Red Hood gear.

‘Ding dong’ Red Hood called as he punched a thug in the jaw and the crime lord pulled his gun out.

‘Hood, who the fuck do you think you are barging in here like this?’ The crime lord asked.

Red Hood simply laughed as he pulled his gun out and shot the Lord in the knee.

‘You break a deal with Jason Todd, you get Red Hood. You break a fucking deal, I break your fucking skull’ Hood growled as the Lord cowered down.

‘I’m sorry, Sir’

‘Your attitude has changed then, Prescott. Do I need to break your skull?’ Hood asked, the crime lord shook his head.

‘And I don’t need to pay a visit again?’

‘No’

‘Great, so I’ll take this money as compensation for you testing my fucking patience, along with gas money’ Hood joked, picking up three wads of at least 12k.

Getting back home, Jason stripped off of his gear and took to the shower again.

You studied the Red Hood helmet as Jason appeared in the doorway, nothing but his towel again.

‘People are going to start talking about us if you keep catching me in my towel, sir’ Jason said as he walked over to his clothes laid out on the bed.

Dropping his towel to the floor as Jason stood naked, you once again becoming red in the face and nervous.

‘Sir?’ Jason gently called as you diverted your eyes to Jason’s.

‘Y/n please, Jason’ you reminded. Jason nodded as he took his attention back to his clothes.

It has been a good 7 months by now and you were curious as to what Jason wanted in life, he went to work on the field all day either as himself or the Hood. He’d go to bed and repeat.

Your question was whether or not Jason was into anyone, or hoping to have anyone in future.

The question was no longer an interest as you watched Jason, you’d never seen him lose his temper like this. It was something you never thought you would see.

The newest enemy had neglected to take Jason’s word seriously, had tried to get out of his deal. Jason did not take this too well and lifted the man off his feet and up against the wall.

‘You either go on your word, or I throw you through this fucking wall’ Jason said, surprisingly calm.

His face and body language said otherwise, you shivered as you saw this side of Jason.

You were quiet on the way home as you sat in the passengers seat, Jason drove you both back. Seeing as it was just the two of you.

Jason poured himself a glass of scotch as he hunched over the table, you put Jason’s gun back on the safe.

Jason lit a cigarette as he downed his scotch, pouring another one and a second for you. You took it, without still not saying much.

Jason grabbed your arm and held you in place, downing his second drink.

‘Do I scare you y/n?’ Jason asked, not looking at you.

You nodded a little as you replied with a simple yes. Jason sighed, pulling you closer to him as he took another puff of his cigarette.

‘Why?’ Jason asked now that he was looking at you, the smoke he exhaled went into your face.

‘Because’ you didn’t know what to say, Jason handed you his cigarette as he poured more scotch for you both.

Jason allowed you to sit and drink while he did the same, sitting drinking and smoking. As the two of you talked more you found every so often, Jason would edge closer to you.

Jason put his cigarette out as he leant in closer to you, the smell of smoke and scotch from Jason was strong, but not bad. Jason leant toward your face as he grabbed the back of your neck.

Jason’s lips felt incredible as he pulled you closer to him, your tongues battled against each other as Jason began taking your clothes off.

Before you could even register, Jason was naked and you were naked, you were in Jason’s bed with him. Your boss.

No recollection of time spent with each other, however you could hear the bed springs going crazy underneath you.

Jason held you down on the bed as he buried his length into you. Slamming so hard into your ass that it would surely hurt to sit down again.

Face down on the bed, Jason holding your arms behind your back with one hand, holding your shoulder with the other. You could feel Jason so deep inside you, you felt him so buried inside that your pleasure was coming.

You felt your heart racing as you gasped, spilling your seed from the amounts of pleasure. Trying to catch your breath, you could still feel Jason inside you.

Jason pulled out as he jerked his seed out of the head of his dick, spilling all over your back and asscheeks.

You remained where you were for a few seconds as you tried to register the fact that you’ve had sex with your boss, the Red Hood. Jason Todd.

Jason kissed your shoulder and down your back, Jason hummed a little as he came up to your face. Turning you around and kissing you again.

‘You ok?’ Jason asked as he stroked your face, you smiled and nodded.

The big and bad Red Hood, your boss, Jason Todd, was so different in this moment. He was so caring, kind and gentle. He pulled you in for a cuddle and held you in his arms all night.

[thetorturerwrites]

Lylas

Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

~

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

~

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic. 

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much. 

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

~

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you. 

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water. 

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo. 

And yet… and yet…

~

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding. 

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

~

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

~

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

~

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

~

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

~

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

~

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out. 

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

~

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came. 

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance. 

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you. 

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

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His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed. 

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?” 

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

[potatomountain]

TLaM Chapter 4

“Warm Welcome”

mutant reader x human ateez- Seonghwa Focus

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: there will be potential triggers for anxiety and mental illnesses all throughout this story. Not all characters are nice at first.

AN: not all chapters are going to be long, a reminder a lot of the times i don't edit my works and that this is a slow burn, its going to take awhile for mc to meet and trust each of the eight but she’ll get there!

This is a work of fiction, in particular Fan fiction, and in no way is this a representation or an accurate depiction of ATEEZ or any other idols/people used for this work.

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Before he could reply or react, our attention was grabbed by a door swinging open a bit loudly and the soft pitter patter of someone's hurried steps: a very small someone. I saw them first, a Typhon child rushing into the room and up to Seonghwa, wrapping her arms around his legs just as he fully turned to the commotion.

"Ah, Eun Yeong, is something wrong?" Gently he reached down and rubbed the girl's bright orange hair, avoiding the three horns that were protruding through the strands an inch from her front hairline. The girl's wide vibrant red eyes were fixated on me, her black-tipped nose flaring as she breathed in my scent. 

As if finally registering Seonghwa's words she looked up at the much taller man, shoulder level with his knees. "Other kid sleeping, but I want to play." She pushed out her pouty lips and I noticed a scab in them, most likely from the constant grazing of her fangs.

Seonghwa peeled the young girl off his legs and knelt down in front of her, motioning back towards me. "I'm with another guest right now Eun Yeong, I can play with you later."

She huffed out, brushing him off and instead taking the two steps towards me. Her skin was naturally tanned, if a bit more with an orange tone than most, and she had freckles running over her bare arms and shoulders that were a deep black, giving a beautiful contrast to the blue and pink sundress she wore; she seemed a polar opposite to my own Typhon characteristics. 

We locked eyes over my tea cup as I took another sip, waiting for whatever this girl was going to do next. Just behind her Seonghwa seemed to be waiting as well, brows pulled up and together with obvious concern; even more so when she lifted a finger to point at me. "You wanna play?"

I nearly choked on my tea, setting it down as I cleared my throat and gathered my bearings. Seonghwa pulled her a few steps back and immediately began to apologize for her but I held up a hand to stop him. "She's fine I just-" I have never been asked that by a child, even the few Typhon children I had seen would stick to their parents and were very skittish as they often could sense the animosity towards them. "I didn't expect this. Her name is Eun Yeong?"

"Mhmm! I'm four!" With a toothy grin she escaped Seonghwa's hold and pulled herself onto the ottoman next to me. "Will you play?"

I could feel warmth radiating off of her, and I had to stop myself from leaning into her. "Seonghwa was going to give me a tour after I finished my tea." I pointed out, noticing the speckles went all the way down to her bare feet, the tips of her toes black. While I had initially declined, the girl had my curiosity even more peaked about this place.

"Can I join?"

"Eun Yeong… it's her first time here." Seonghwa began to protest before I could, still watching the two of us cautiously. It was clear he didn't want to scare me off, which was the opposite of what humans usually wanted.

I shook my head, feeling the corners of my lips lifting as I met the girl's eyes once more. "I don't mind if you join us… in fact I insist." With the young child next to me I felt a bit more relaxed in this new place, as if she was a little sun or ball of energy to ease the tension in the air as well as warm it up.

The way her features lit up, gasping with pure joy, solidified my decision. "Yays! I can tell you all the best places to nap!" With gusto she pushed herself off the seat and grabbed Seonghwa's hand. "Did she meet Mister Woo yet?"

He shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he stood up. "No, Woo isn't here today, Eun Yeong. She can meet him next time if she wants…" He glanced up to meet my gaze just as I took another sip of my tea. "Wooyoung is my kitchen help and he often plays with the children here." He clarified, which I was grateful for.

With a soft nod I went silent, focused on the tea as Seonghwa turned his full attention to the Typhon girl. "You didn't ask for her name, Eun Yeong, what are you going to call your new friend?"

She gasped dramatically, turning to me with her brows pushed together. "Oh no- I was rude. Don't tell Yuyu!" Lips still against the tea cup I watched as the girl knit picked at her appearance and posture until she was bowing formally. "Nice to meet you, I'm Eun Yeong, and you are?"

Just to make her wait I finished off my tea, slowly setting it down. She looked adorable glancing up at me impatiently through the orange fringe, fidgeting her hands in front of her as she waited for my reply. I told her my name, watched her stand back up with relief, and then continued with "but you can call me whatever you like."

"Then Unnie?"

Well… I don't think I've ever met a more straightforward person in my life, and this girl was just four. "Sure." Happy with my acceptance, she bounced on her feet, giggling and glancing at the hall. I didn't think she was going to wait much longer, so slowly I pushed myself off the ottoman, filling up the tea cup. "How about I drink this during the tour? There is a lot of tea anyway."

She let out a low squeal, tugging on Seonghwa's arm and looking up at him just as he locked eyes with me. "If that's what she wants then let's start the tour. It's not much, I assure you."

"It is already plenty, Seonghwa, I'm excited to see the rest." Admittedly I was, even with my nerves still on edge and every little sound filtering in my mind for any sign of danger.

This place was already so welcoming it was hard not to like it… but for that reason alone I didn't want to trust it. If I didn't know Seonghwa's father, someone I trusted, I probably wouldn’t have rethought the tour and even ignored the child; but I wanted to make an effort.

After a small moment of hesitation, Seonghwa nodded and then motioned towards the arch. "This is our lounge, across the hall is the children's room. Eun-Yeong?"

"Yes! Come see!" The fiery child rushed ahead of us and into the hall, holding onto the door knob until both Seonghwa and I were behind her. She pushed the door open with more care than she had left the room earlier, then stepped inside.

The room was large, not as big as the lounge area but decent. I was expecting a typical children's room like on TV, but this was different. One corner of the room was set up as a children's reading corner with different sizes of colorful chairs. Another corner of the room seemed to be a makeshift fort with several layers built in as it reached the ceiling. Between the two setups were three little teepees, and I could make out a pair of feet sticking out of the left one by the fort. That must be the other kid Eun-yeong mentioned.

The corner to the left of the door was organized with several shelves for toy bins, with a few desks to the right of the door and a full black chalkboard wall with rules written on it as well as basic words and lessons. 

It was well organized, not too colorful or chaotic but it wasn't lacking either. The center of the room held an array of small tables for toys, dollhouses to the left and more play room just under the windows to the right, neither were cluttered and plenty of space between them all.

"This is a neat room…" It actually looked fun, a stark contrast to the play rooms I had as a child. "What else is there?"

Eun-yeong pouted at my eagerness to move on, her hands finding purpose on her hips. "This is the best room though!"

Seonghwa seemed to be fighting off laughter. "For you maybe, but not for us adults." 

"Being an adult sounds boring."

This time he did laugh at her sassy counter, my own lips pulling up into a grin, a small giggle leaving me. "It is boring, stay young forever."

Eun-yeong sighed as if she had many worries on her mind, shaking her head. "Silly adults. Come, I show you next room." Taking the lead she walked past us and out into the hall. Still laughing, Seonghwa and I followed. I busied myself with a drink of my tea while Seonghwa shut the door and followed after the small girl.

"What room are we going to show her next?" A few meters down the hall we came to a stop in front of a crossroads of shorts. To the left was a partition, a few computer monitors could be seen over it on a desk with a door behind it labeled "office". To the right were stairs, and straight ahead there was a kitchen door on the right.

Eun Yeong looked at her options, weighing them heavily. "They're all boring!" Huffing, she turned to look up at Seonghwa with a pout. "What do you think?"

"Well- why don't we just tell her?"

"Fine." The girl turned to me, the teacup pausing against my lips. "The stairs go to the rooms for the others."

"There are rooms for rent upstairs for Typhon's, but I budget with them or just have them help out around the place as payment." Seonghwa clarified as I just nodded, lowering the cup.

Eun Yeong pointed to the door by the stairs. "The kitchen. Woo is usually in there!"

Seonghwa quickly added on "Our residents are also welcome to help themselves but guests like you I enjoy taking care of." The smile he sent my way was sweet, genuine, but didn't relax me as I knew it's intention was.

"And there-" Eun Yeong continued as she pointed to the office. "Mister Sangie works there sometimes! But it's really Hwa's space."

"She means Yeosang, he's a friend of Wooyoung's who's very good with tech. He installed my security and comes by to update or check for problems occasionally." Once more I was thankful for his clarification but…

"Why are you telling me all this? I'm simply a guest right?"

He paused, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he thought it over. "Well, my father has talked about you quite a bit so I wouldn't say that. I hope you, more than anyone, can enjoy this place to your heart's content."

I frowned, looking down at my nearly empty teacup. "I see… I'm going to finish my tea now, thank you for the tour." I bowed my head a bit and turned on my heel. 

"I- Blue wait…" I had managed only a handful of steps before the human had caught up to me, standing in my way. "Did I make you uncomfortable? If so I'm sorry I-"

"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Seonghwa, I haven't gotten comfortable enough to become uncomfortable just yet." I stopped him, looking up through my lashes despite the eye contact making me uneasy. "That is nothing against you or this place, I just- it's very new to me. All of this. And it is a bit much."

I ignored the whirlwind of emotions he showcased, my only familiarity with this reaction being his own father and even that was limited. Shifting, I moved past him and back into the lounge area. "Please don't fret, despite my unfamiliarity with all this, I don't necessarily dislike it." I really just didn't know how to handle it, or how to process this.

The tavern was warm and welcoming in ways that felt unsafe to me, simply because they were new and unfamiliar. 

Seonghwa followed behind, stopping just inside the archway as I stopped at the table and tea. "Alright… shall I leave you to your tea?" 

Turning to face him, as I felt I owed him that much, I froze in place as a new face entered my line of sight: the sleeping figure was now staring me down. He was human, despite my initial confusion over his bright orange and red hair, there were no other signs or indications he wasn't. He seemed to still be quite drowsy, his stare hazy as he blinked dark eyes into focus.

A chill ran down my spine as the man's full lips pulled into a boyish grin, waving a large hand in greeting. He didn't seem shocked to see an unfamiliar Typhon here, which given the nature of the business made sense; yet he greeted me as if I was just another friendly human.

I was far too confused by his actions to notice Eun-yeong run in, not until she was squealing and jumping into the strangers arms. "Minnie!! You woke up!"

Panicked, I did the only thing I could do without bolting or changing- I glanced at Seonghwa out of the corner of my eye with a silent plea for help. 

He seemed to catch on, stepping between the stranger and myself. "We have a guest, would you like to introduce yourself and head into the playroom?"

Eunyeong had a different idea. "Can't Unnie come with?"

"Miss Blue is overwhelmed right now, Eunyeong, we need to give her space." Once more I was astonished by Seonghwa's gentle tone and kindness for Typhons in general. It truly felt as if Typhon's were treated no different than humans here- I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Oh, a newcomer?" The stranger's deep voice startled me, the back of my thigh hitting the table behind me when I jumped back. I held my breath when he looked around Seonghwa with that same boyish grin. "Welcome, I'm Mingi. I'm usually here with Eunyeong."

They are being so kind I should be polite.

Easier said than done, a frightened mewl left my lips when I tried to speak, eyes now wide as saucers. The three stared at me, perplexed, but I could only shake my head.

Limit reached. 

Speech was out of the question so I pointed to the tea, then Seonghwa, and bowed my thanks, rushing out of the tavern in a heavy jog.

I didn't stop until I was at the subway entrance, out of breath.

Only when I descended the stairs and people scurried out of my way did I realize I left my hat and glasses back at the Tavern- and I didn't pay either. Sure he said the tea was free but…

I suppose it was more reason to consider going back… could I actually muster up the courage though?

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[moobell55]

Enchanted

~A very short and sweet snippet of my drafted modern day Evajacks AU, they are both in college in this, featuring lots of Taylor Swift~

The cheap and somewhat illegal heater kicked on again. Filling the freezing dorm with much needed heat, but the sound of it only distracted Evangeline more. She slammed her English book shut and ran her hands through her pink hair.

They were already behind on studying, mid terms were only a week away. Jacks was most certainly prepared as he stressed and over planned every detail of college. However she had been fairly distracted this past semester, a certain someone had been keeping her busy.

That certain someone sat cross legged on her lofted bed. His worn Doc Martens lying beneath her bed where he'd kicked them off. A large pile of overly expensive text books were dropped next to them.

He looked almost out of place with the pink decor, his black pants and red button up clashed with almost every aspect of her room. He didn't mind though, he even preferred her room to his.

He looked rather handsome so focused on his books (some law books, even though she told him Legally Blond could've taught him all that.) A golden curl fell across his face as he flipped the page and he didn't bother to move it.

She was bored beyond belief and the sight of her overly handsome boyfriend wasn't helping. She knew the material for all her exams, Jacks just wanted them to be prepared for anything.

She looked at him and he finally looked up from his book and gave her a soft simile, sharing a bit of those dimples she loved so much.

"Do you want something to eat?" She found herself asking simply to break the silence.

He raised a eyebrow, "Tired of studying already?"

Rolling her eyes," Always, now lets have a snack break."

He stood silently and made his way to the crowded corner with her small mini fridge. It was filled with her essentials, coffee creamer, a package of Christmas cookie dough, a singular beer hidden in the back, and a bag of pre-cut apple slices. On top of her fridge was a half eaten bag of Lala's pretzels, Jacks grabbed them anyways.

"I still don't understand how either or you manage to live off this, even Castor and I have more than one beer in the fridge." His voice carried a mock distaste.

He made his way back to the bed and began eating his humble feast of whatever variety of apples he stole from the cafeteria.

Evangeline simply rolled her eyes and stepped onto the ottoman to reach him on her bed. It was truly unfair how tall he was sometimes. He quickly wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close to him. Wrapping her both in his loving brace and his welcoming scent; fresh apples and those crisp Northern winters she loved. He was perfect.

He looked around her room, taking in the sight of his girlfriends slightly disorganized room. Fabric scraps from Lala covered her bed, Evangeline shoes were kicked off in every direction. Her Taylor Swift poster half hung off the wall from the heat of the space heater next to it.

His arm suddenly tightened around her and his icy blue eyes filled with even more love.

"I cannot wait for the day we move in together and then our house will be in a constant state of disarray," his gaze didn't look like he was living in the present with her. But imagine the future he wanted them to have. Her heart warmed at the thought.

"With your ability to leave your clothes everywhere and my lack of organization I'd say our future home isn't looking very clean."

He leaned down and placed a kiss against her forehead.

His next words surprised her.

"I was walking to class the other day, and I heard this song and it made me think of you." "In fact I heard a lot of songs that day that made me think about you." A faint blush rested on his cheeks, he was nervous.

Her grey blue eyes met his icy ones, and she swore in that moment she'd never felt more alive.

"What song was it?"

She watched as he moved his fingers back in forth against his palm, a worried habit of his.

"It made me think of the first time I ever met you and truly got to talk with you, it was called Enchanted. It made me think about how wonderful and hopeful I felt after getting to talk with you."

Her heart set on fire even more, her boyfriend thought about her while listening to a love song. And not just a love song but a Taylor Swift love song.

It surprised her too.

"You listen to Taylor Swift?" Her words held a question, and a slight accussation.

Her and Lala had spent hours on ticket master trying to manage to get tickets, to say they were fans was a small statement.

But Jacks was the kind of person who would hear Love Story and still not be able to tell you who sings it. Upon him finding out about Folklore and Evermore he asked the brilliant question, "I thought she only did Pop?" Evangeline didn't have many words for him after that.

He blushed a bright red, "Well I figured since you like her so much I could listen to more of her songs." "I'm still not very big on some of them but Reputation I think is very well done."

Evangeline growing grin was so infectious the biology majors could've done their thesis on it. After all the failed relationships and the trouble with her ex's, she'd finally done something right with her love life.

Not only did she find a man who loved every inch of her body and soul, but he listened to music she liked simply so he could talk to her about it.

"Have you listened to Lover yet? Well the album and the song?"

Evangeline was now extremely excited, it wasn't every day she got to drag someone into her favorite things. Or even find someone willing to listen to her favorite songs.

"I haven't listen to the song of the entire album but I did listen to Cruel Summer on the walk over."

"That's good, maybe we can listen to the rest together later," she paused and back tracked a bit suddenly nervous. "Or we could do it another time and we could study more."

"No absolute not, I'm tired of studying and I would rather spend time doing things that make my lovely girlfriend happy."

She smiled and a pink blush to match her hair covered her face, carefully she tilted her head up to kiss him.

Her lips were quickly slammed with Jacks as he met her midway to steal the kiss. Something he'd always done, not that she found it in herself to be bothered by it.

At last they pulled away breathlessly and the words found Evangeline's tongue before she could even speak.

"You know Jacks, I was Enchanted to meet you too."

[kyndaris]

A Hidden World

Popo and I woke early the next day, mostly owing to the return of my temporary insomnia, but also because during our trip through Turkey, we were expected to always be on the coach by 8AM. As for why my insomnia returned? Impossible to know although I chalk it up to me watching YouTube videos quite late on my phone and sneaking in a few songs on my Switch before bed. 

Hey! Even though I was travelling overseas, a girl’s got to treat herself, all right?

Regardless, we were up and getting our luggage stowed into the underbelly of the coach and eating a decent breakfast. By 8AM we were seated on the coach and ready for the long journey east to a small town in the Black Sea region of northern Turkey: Safranbolu. 

Along the way, we stopped for lunch and also enjoyed brief toilet breaks at petrol stations along the highway. At one particular stop, a Shell station, I purchased some hot chocolate that was middling at best. To be fair, it was still superior to whatever I had in North America but once you’ve had Australian coffee/ hot chocolate, there is simply no going back. Especially if you like milk froth.

It was about 2PM when we pulled into the UNESCO World Heritage City of Safranbolu. Of particular interest to tourists is the Old Town, which showcased hundreds upon hundreds of preserved red-roofed Ottoman houses on cobblestone streets. The only thing missing were horse drawn cabs. While I was wandering the streets and admiring it from above, the architecture of the houses somewhat reminded me of old Tudor-style houses although there werestill quite a few differences.

Unfortunately, leading Popo around the city centre meant that I missed out on many an explanation from the tour guide. Wikipedia, which is CLEARLY a reliable source that should be cited often, tells me that the name of the town derives from the spice, Saffron, and the Greek work ‘polis.’ 

And to be fair, the growing  of saffron or ‘safran’ by the locals is still very common practice in the city, what with all the saffron scented performed and flavoured Turkish delights that were on sale. 

Once we had viewed the the Old Town from above at a lookout, we headed to our hotel that was close by and modelled in the original Ottoman style. Afterwards, we headed to the centre to get in some ‘shopping. And shop I did! In fact, as I roamed the stores, I bought myself a handmade leather courier bag for only 700 Turkish lira! Others might have been able to haggle further this was not a skill I possessed.

Walking along with a few other members of the tour group, we stopped by a few stores to try out their free samples of Turkish samples. True, it was a ploy to get us to come in and actually buy their merchandise, but it also helped satiate my sweet tooth.  In fact, I even picked up some Turkish delights, courtesy of one fo the tour members hoping to bribe me back to their place and into the clutches of their diabolical mother who wanted to keep me as a prized pet. 

You might be asking anyone would do that. And for that well thought out question, I have no answer except maybe I had somehow imprinted on this mother. Or she thought me cute and adorable in spite of my actual age and temperament. 

After all, I can be quite playful and mischievous if I so wish. I was born in the Year of the Monkey! But, I’m also quite serious and very down-to-earth.

And if that sounds like an excuse, it is. 

In any case, our half-day in Safranbolu was quickly over and we retired to our hotel with its quaint little room that was supposed to sleep two.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 3: The Aftons

Word Count: 1030

CWs: Alcohol consumption, briefly implied child abuse

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Working as a janitor at Fredbear's Family Diner was about what Norman had expected. Busy, sweaty work that subjected him to less than pleasant sights and smells, but at least he was finally starting to feel at home in this less-than-familiar town. Nothing was like it once was when he had visited as a child. Fredbear's certainly hadn't existed, among other things. Friday came before he had even mentally prepared himself for dinner with such an obviously upper-class family.

Standing at the white picket fence and staring up at the gorgeous, light purple house, Norman felt starstruck. A small mansion in his own neighbourhood, and all he had inherited was a fixer-upper. He wore his church clothes, a simple white button-down with thin, black pinstripes, black pants, and loafers. He had seen a nice cardigan in the local thrift store and now kicked himself for not purchasing it. Knowing there was no turning back once he opened the gate, he pressed forward. William's words echoed in his head. You’re too hard on yourself… Trust me.

When he rang the doorbell it seemed to jolt him into the reality of the situation. The door shortly opened and a bony woman with a dishwater blonde bob stood there. She wore a dark red sweater and a knee-length houndstooth skirt, along with a bright, plastic smile.

“You must be Norman, please, come in.”

“Thank you…” Norman stepped into the entryway. Warm lighting and shimmering mahogany reflected in the lens of his glasses. “You must be Mrs. Afton.”

The woman continued smiling as she offered her hand, palm down and displaying a gaudy ruby wedding ring. “Margarete.”

Norman swallowed nervously as he took it and gently shook, making Margarete's expression crack with slight confusion. “Charmed.”

Before abundant awkwardness could take hold, William appeared to Norman's left, much to his relief.

“I see you've met the misses. But this is no place to talk, come, have a pre-dinner drink in the living room.” William briefly squeezed Norman's shoulder, prompting him to move. He nodded and followed, his mind soon catching up with him. She probably expected you to kiss her hand. He shuddered slightly at the thought.

“Cold, Norman?”

“No, I-I'm fine.”

The living room was even more gorgeous than what Norman had seen previously. Every wooden surface was polished, and every fabric appeared plush. A record player in the corner crackled out a faint jazz tune as William busied himself at an ornate liquor cabinet.

“Please, sit.”

“Right.” Norman sat on the far end of their couch and nearly found himself swallowed by it. “What a lovely home…”

“You can thank my wife for that, mostly, though it's an eternal battle to keep her from rearranging the place every month.”

Margarete, who had just joined the two men, scoffed and batted her hand at her husband before settling onto a pale leather ottoman. “He's exaggerating, Norman.”

William hummed. “What can I interest you in, hm? Whiskey? Wine? Champagne?”

“Red or White?”

“Both. I could also make you a cocktail if you'd prefer.”

Norman sighed. “Y'know, I'm such a lightweight…”

“How about a wine spritzer, then? Part wine, part seltzer water.”

“That sounds great, thanks.”

“Margarete?”

“Red wine.” As William prepared the drinks, she set her piercing gaze on Norman. “So, enjoying work?”

Norman opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by the crashing of a back door. “Excuse me one moment.” Margarete swiftly stood, bustling out of the room.

“Expecting someone else?” Norman asked idly. William sighed as quietly as he could.

“Best not to worry about it.”

This confused him, but he didn’t press on.

“Muuum, Evan won't-” A high-pitched voice came whining through the air, accompanied by the presence of a girl in a frilly pink dress. She covered her mouth when she noticed Norman. “I'm sorry, I didn’t realize our guest was here already.”

William perked up, glancing over his shoulder. “Elizabeth. Norman, this is my daughter.”

“Nice to meet you!” The little girl beamed and curtsied, making Norman smile.

“You as well.”

William handed Norman his drink. “There we are, one wine spritzer. Margarete will hopefully be back shortly. In the meantime, Evan won't what, darling?”

“Get ready. He says the sweater you picked out for him tonight is itchy and that he doesn't want to sit next to Michael.”

Just what he needed tonight. His own stubbornness reflected back at him in the actions of his children. “Well, why don’t you tell him he won't be getting any dessert if he isn't down here when I say. I'll… see what I can do about Michael, though even he knows the consequences of behaving indecently in front of our guests.”

Elizabeth nodded before skipping off. Norman quietly sipped his spritzer as William poured himself some whiskey.

“I-I don't mean to criticize your parenting techniques, but don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

“Mmm. If you only knew how my own father treated me, you'd think me a saint, Norman.” William chuckled dryly and raised his glass in a silent toast.

“I'm sorry…”

“No need.”

“I don't know where that boy gets it from!” Margarete seethed as she reentered the living room. “Where’s my wine?”

“Margarete,” William snapped through gritted teeth, staring daggers at her uncouth arrival and hoping Norman wouldn't notice his annoyance with her. He set aside his drink and finished pouring the wine, handing it to her as she resumed her seat on the ottoman.

“Forgive her,” William spoke soothingly to Norman, “our eldest son drives her up a wall. Teenagers.”

“I remember when I was like that,” Norman reminisced. “They get over it eventually.”

“I would sure hope so,” Margarete sniffed, gulping down her wine. William subtly worked to grab her attention, then gestured back to the hall. She nodded and stood.

“Margarete and I need to discuss something alone, do you mind…?”

Norman waved his hand dismissively. “Not at all. I’ll be here when you get back.”

William could almost feel himself getting a toothache from how sweet Norman constantly was. It was a hard thing to realize when he was about to engage in his least favourite subject; talking about his delinquent son.

[fan-tashia]

Sheith honestly makes me so happy to the point where I'll buy something solely on the fact that it reminds me of it.

[honeykaes]

—𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

pairing: childe x afab!reader

w/c: 2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: no set use of pronouns, college au, drug use (marijuana), creampies, fingering, porn with plot

Just like clockwork, the fall semester was starting up once more. Students from all across the world flocked back to their universities. Some, happy they are free from the clutches and rules of being at home with parents and guardians. Others, unsatisfied by the classes they would be partaking in on Monday. One thing everyone could agree on though, things would relatively be back to normal as they were before everyone left.

Your head slowly nodded to the beat of your headphones, lips mouthing the words as if they were your own. Your hands retrieved another shirt from your suitcase, unfolding it and putting in on a hanger. It seems like you’d been unpacking for forever, clothes thrown on your dorm bed before you put them in a closet. Thankfully, your suitcase was now empty. Zipping the clunky object, you pushed it under your bed where it would remain until winter or summer break.

A small smile crept up on your lips, satisfied with the work that you’ve done so far. You’d have the entire dorm to yourself until tomorrow. Lisa was always the type to wait as long as she could before coming back on campus.

You reached down to your cellphone, getting ready to text Lisa you made it to the dorm safely, you felt someone taking your headphones off. With a gasp, you turned around. Cyan eyes gazed over at you, brimming with mischievously and amusement. A cruel smirk was plastered on his thin pink lips, ginger hair covered from the expensive black beanie he was wearing. You let out a sigh, ripping your headphones out of his grasp as he snickered.

“What? I figured you’d miss me,” Childe murmured out. You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the smile on your lips. You slowly walked into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. His head nuzzled into your hair, his grip on you slightly tighter than before. Childe usually wasn’t this clingy.

Your neighbor was an interesting one. The two of you met when he knocked loudly on your door, demanding you and Lisa turn down your music since “your shitty music was blaring into his room”. It seemed like anytime he saw you, he’d let out a scoff or glare over at you—classes were no exception to this Marine Biology major.

Things were relatively sour between you until you found out you had the same dealer at a party the two of you attended. Instead of mingling with the drunken, high or crossed student body smushed in a small house, the two of you passed a bong on the rooftop. He showed another side of himself that night. He wasn’t the irritating, annoying red-head you took him for—that was just the surface.

Thus an informal relationship blossomed between you. You weren’t exactly “together”—you had no idea if he even wanted a serious relationship—but you were happy with what you had.

His kisses, his touches, his time, his attention.

You leaned out of his warm touch. His hands retreated to his jacket pockets.

“I did miss you, asshole. You shouldn’t have scared me like that. I figured you would be busy with Scaramouche or unpacking,” you replied. Childe shrugged, taking a seat on the purple ottoman Lisa always had for guests.

“Your door was open you dingus, or did you forget you put the doorstop in? Plus, Scara isn’t coming until tonight,” he replied. You chuckled, crossing your arms and leaning onto your bed.

“Aw, was the poor baby lonely?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Childe whined. You let another laugh out satisfied by Childe’s behavior. He could be so needy sometimes, but you couldn’t blame him. It’s been about a month since he saw you last.

“Okay, okay, chill out. Was your summer break okay? You seemed kinda thrilled to be back,” you stated. Childe clicked his tongue, unsatisfied with your question.

“...Work is interesting. It was nice seeing my siblings and all. Why wouldn’t I be happy to be back,” he asked back. You shrugged this time.

“Hmmm, dumb college kids messing with you? I don’t know,” you giggled. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head, an unamused expression plastered on his face.

“You’re lucky I like you, (Y/n). I also came over to see if you wanted to see Thoma and get our fill for the month. I don’t want to go alone because he likes to charge me extra for no reason,” he murmured. There was a reason for that all right. Thoma enjoyed messing with Childe after all.

“Nah, I actually saw him earlier today. Why, are you trying to bum some off of him? Freeloader,” you teased. He narrowed his eyes towards you.

“We smoke right now, and I’ll buy us take-out later. Deal?” he muttered, talking over to the door to fully close it. You let out a sigh, walking over to your drawer where you stashed your weed, grinder, and lighter.

“I’m holding you to that, freeloader.”

“Quit calling me a freeloader. Don’t make me remind of all the times I had to spot and pay you for shit you wanted,” he argued back, putting your clothes in the closet to free up space on your bed.

“And I’m grateful for that,” you joked. You bent down retrieving the crystal bong you hid during the break. You felt a gaze on your backside, causing a smug look on your face hidden from Childe. You leaned up, looking back at Childe momentarily, pink spreading on his pale cheeks causing you to laugh again.

“God, you’re such a dork,” you snickered. Childe grunted but remained quiet. He couldn’t even think of a retort back. Things you relatively quiet as you prep everything. Childe opened a window so the smell wouldn’t spread throughout the halls. The last thing you need is the RA reprimanding you the day you got back.

You took a hit of it, blowing the cloud of smoke until it dissipated into the cold air. You passed the bong over to Childe, taking a large hit, mirroring your behavior by blowing the smoke out the window. The two of you repeated this action over and over, welcoming the airy feeling in your head seemingly relaxing any amount of tension in your body.

Tunes softly played from your phone, as you curled yourself on your bed. Childe took one last hit, placing the bong on the ground. He slowly crawled on top of you, resting his head in between your stomach and breast. Feeling his hands tracing shapes on your side, you took his beanie off, weaving your hands through his hair.

“...Can I ask you something serious without you acting like an asshole,” he murmured. You looked down at him, eyebrow quirked up. Usually, when he was high, Childe remained quiet opting to enjoy the peace of it all rather than letting his anger or mischief take up everything. He generally wasn’t even serious.

“Yeah. What’s on your mind,” your murmured, stroking his head. He let out a deep sigh, pressing his face into your stomach further.

“Let’s just say...I wanted us to be exclusive. Just you and me. You not messing with any other people. Me not messing with any other people. ...Would that be okay?” he muttered. You stopped stroking his head, confused as to what brought this on. You didn’t mind being in an exclusive relationship with Childe, you welcomed it. You just wondered what led to this.

“...Yeah. I’d like that a lot honestly. I thought you wouldn’t be down for anything like that so I didn’t bring it up,” you responded.

“I thought I wouldn’t be, to be honest. But, over the break, I couldn’t get the idea of other people being with you. Or if you ended up finding a serious relationship once we got onto campus and you breaking things off with me. It sucked. I hated it so much…” he confessed.

“Look, I like you a lot and I don’t want to give this up. If catching feelings makes me weak, I don’t care. I just...I want you so fucking bad,” he muttered, moving his head to cover his mouth on your stomach.

You’re eyes softened, leaning over and gently lifting his head up. Through his bloodshot eyes, he gazed at you wide up as you met his lips. He welcomed the kiss back, propping himself up so he could kiss you with much more passion. You felt his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, his intentions clear to you. You slightly open your mouth, letting him properly enter as his cold fingertips traveled under your shirt.

You squeezed your thighs together, eager to please the arousal beginning to pool. Childe leaned away—a strain of saliva connecting your glossy lips together—only to attach himself on your neck. He nibbled at the skin, teased it until he heard you moan. The sensitive skin was slowly sucked on, a hickey clearly forming. His hands pulled on your waistband, tugging them down to reveal your panties.

One hand remain on your thigh, squeezing the plush skin as the other entered your clothes panties, slowly rubbing your clit. You let out a moan, feeling his calloused fingers pressing on the bundle of nerves.

“So fucking wet already? I think you did miss me after all,” Childe muttered. His hot breath made your body shivered. Two fingers pressed into your entrance slowly pushing themselves in. A whine escaped your lips feeling him slowly move his thick fingers in and out of you. His thumb remained at your clit, pressing circles on it.

“God, you’re so hot. You’re already so tight on my fingers,” he groaned. The pace of his fingers increased as your hips lifted up unconsciously from the attention.

“Fuck...Childe...ah!” you moaned out. Satisfied to hear his name come from your lips, he gave you a quick peck and retrieved his fingers wet with your essence. He placed the wet fingers in his mouth, and let out a moan.

“Taste just as sweet too…” he mumbled. Childe quickly took his shirt off, throwing it on the ground, showing off his fit form to you. He slowly pulled his jeans and briefs down, cock springing up on his chest. He pumped his length a few times, precum slightly dripping down from his pink head. As he positioned himself, he rubbed his tip into you, causing you to moan in frustration.

“Childe, fucking please...put it in already,” you whined. Childe let out a chuckle slowly inserting himself into you.

“Fucking needy…mmm” he whispered, before bottoming out. You were squeezing him so tight already, your legs firmly pressing on his hips. Childe thrust up abruptly, watching your breast move up with his tempo. His hands pressed themselves with yours, fingertips slowly weaving into one another.

“F-Fuck...you’re the only one that can make me feel this way. This pussy is mine, do you understand?” he growled, palm slapping down on your thigh. You gasp from the sudden pain, back arching back.

“Y-Yes Childe...this pussy is only for you,” you moaned. Childe pressed his face onto your neck, hand squeeze on your breast tightly as his momentum increase. The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, drowning out the music that was playing. The scent of sex and weed mixing with one another.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck. Ah...shit!” Childe cursed out, furrowing his eyebrows. He let go of your chest, rubbing on your clit again.

“Cum, cum for me baby,” he demanded. You loudly called out his name, as you reached your high, body quivering as a result. Childe sucked his breath in feeling you squeeze tighter around him. Childe promptly stopped his thrust, his cum painting your insides white as he groaned out your name.

Heavy breaths escaped him, as he looked down at you with a smile. He leaned down firmly planting another kiss on your lips. He didn’t know what it was, but you always seemed to glow once he finished with you. Your chest heaving up, a small smile on your glossy lips—it was always beautiful to him. You were beautiful to him.

“You’re gonna have to help me clean my sheets…” you said catching your breath as Childe toppled on top of you. Childe should have known you would have said something smart back at him. It didn’t matter though.

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll do it after I buy dinner for us…” he murmured wrapped his arms around your sweaty body.

[spookybias]

ROMANTICALLY IN HIDING ｡ LEE MINHO

pairing: lee minho x afab! reader. genre: fluff, suggestive, crack. content: bad boy au, high school au. warning: making out, crude language, dirty jokes, not entirely proofread. word count: 3.6k

synopsis: keeping your relationship with minho a secret goes awry when your friends show up to your house in the middle of a date.

dedication: @staysuki . hi, ash! i'm genny! you're my person for the fic exchange. it took me some extra time, so i'm sorry about that. i’m also sorry about how wordy this is. i’m still somewhat new to writing suggestive stuff. i hope you still enjoy <3

Minho dug around the half empty bag of pretzels. His fingers searched far and wide for another salted bow while keeping his eyes glued to your living room TV.

"When do the cats show up?" Minho had only agreed to watch Dōbutsu no Mori because he knew the video game that the movie was based on included a blue and white cat with the most adorable slim red eyes who often greeted the player on public transportation. Minho couldn't think of anything more exciting than a friendly cat wearing a sleeveless sweater and carrying a sticker-covered suitcase.

"The movie doesn't focus on the cats," you responded dully from across the living room. You were seated on your father's black recliner. Minho sat on your mother's, and three ottomans sat in between the both of you. There was a sea of nothing keeping the two of you from cuddling close, but you still felt as though the space from your boyfriend was necessary.

Maybe it was the guilt of lying to your friends so you could hang out with your school's residential bad boy that left you picking at your relationship the way a seven-year-old would pick at a scab.

Did you have to lie to your best friend? Maybe not. If you would have just told Nagyung that you couldn't help prep for next week's student podcast because you wanted to hang out with a guy, she would've given you a teasing wink and even covered for you.

But Nagyung also would have started questioning you. She'd want every last detail about who the guy you were skipping a podcast meeting for was, and you couldn't imagine telling her that it was Minho, who not only was your secret boyfriend of three and half weeks, but the guy you allegedly couldn't stand.

Hyunjin and Seungmin wouldn't be able to wrap their heads around it, as both boys weren't very fond of Minho. They concluded him to be nothing but a cat-loving, trouble-making, nuisance who'd end up in prison before graduation day. And that was because he could usually be found either in detention or in the locker room frequently slamming a group of shorter boys into, well, lockers.

Your perspective was once similar until a faithful afternoon where you had caught Minho playing with a group of kittens in a box as a thunderstorm was rolling in. You stood at the bus stop seeking shelter, trying not to be too obvious as you stared him down. And before the rain could pummel you, Minho shoved the box of kittens and his own umbrella into your grip, telling you to take them somewhere safe and keep the umbrella.

After multiple visits to the cat sanctuary and walks home under the same umbrella, you often found yourself with Minho's tongue in your mouth and his hand up your skirt as he pressed you against one of the library shelves. No one ever willingly wants to read about George Washington, and so you never had to worry about getting caught and needing to fish out an explanation as to why you're moaning in the biography section.

Your sneaky escapades led you to the oh so corny realization that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Sure, Minho was messy and liked to push other people's buttons for brief entertainment, but he was also kind-hearted, reasonable, and got decent grades ―three things that would certainly send Hyunjin and Seungmin into cardiac arrest.

That was why the mischievous kisses shared between you and Minho were necessary. You were a prideful person, and just the thought of having to come clean about how all of the trash you talked about your current boyfriend was nothing but trash made you want to hide in a box.

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was a prideful person as well. Minho didn't feel the need to convince you to come clean to your friends because he understood in a way. He figured the two of you would cross that bridge when you came to it. Plus, Minho thought secret relationships were sexy and all the more exciting.

You heard your phone ring from the table on Minho's side, and you rushed over to answer it, begging the universe to let it be anyone other than your friends.

The universe flicked you off with both hands. It was Nagyung.

You could only hope that the bridge wasn't already burned down when you and Minho finally approached it.

"Who's that?" Minho had lost interest in the bag of pretzels and was now pulling on a loose thread on your argyle sweater. He imagined that one pull on the stray string could make the entire top come undone. He smirked to himself.

"It's Nagyung," you sighed.

Minho's smirk faded into a soft smile. He didn't like seeing you worry. "Take your time. Whatever you decide to do, I'm here for you, and I'm pretty sure your friends in the debate club will understand."

"Minho, it's a podcast club." You gave your boyfriend a half smile and hit decline. "And I thought you knew me so well," you joked.

"I knew that." Your boyfriend gave you a playful wink and chuckled. "I was just making sure you remembered."

It was times like these that you were entirely grateful you had given Minho a chance. He made the atmosphere less tense and was always aiming to give you a good time.

The annoying ringing of your phone started once more. You groaned in frustration. You should've known Nagyung wouldn't quit until she got ahold of you. You wondered if the club was dealing with some sort of emergency, but couldn't think of anything that could 'cause a literal tragedy within a student podcast.

Still, what her or one of your other friends had gotten seriously hurt and she was spamming you for a different reason?

You were about ready to answer the phone and tell your best friend the truth. But then Minho grew bored of the thread on your sweater and had found something else to do ―you.

He gently pulled you closer by the hand. "Don't worry too much about that. We were supposed to spend the afternoon together, remember?"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Horny at a time like this?" you teased. "My friendships are at stake here."

"The movie was boring okay." Minho brought you in to straddle his waist, his hands gripping your thighs. He stared down at the space between your legs. He was practically glowing in a shade of needy pink. "And I've never actually spoken to your friends so I can't find it in me to feel bad that you lied to them."

Another thing you liked about Minho was how honest he could be at times (more specifically, times when he was overflowing with lust), and you figured it was about time you started being honest with yourself. Did you really want to spend who knows how long explaining your entire situation with Minho to your fellow star student buddies?

There was no doubt that Nagyung would tell Hyunjin and Seungmin the minute she found out. You could already picture her shouting at you in shock through the phone as she texted them everything that wasn't anyone's business but yours.

There was no doubt that you would much rather have your hand down Minho's pants.

Your boyfriend's mouth wasn't just good for irritating everyone he came across. It was also good for peppering soft but sloppy kisses down your neck. They tickled like flamingo feathers, light and scattered. Minho had waited all week to have you, and the thought of taking you while on your dad’s recliner made everything appear much more satisfying and sinful.

He ran his hands down the side of your breasts before giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a breathy moan, wrapping your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to bring him closer, to get him to do something more. Your bodies were already pressed against each other, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Minho targeted your neck, licking and nipping at the skin delicately. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grinded your hips. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand about Minho it was that he loved to take his time with you.

But he’d regret doing so soon enough.

The doorbell chimed just as Minho went to work at unbuttoning your jeans. Minho stopped kissing your neck. “I thought you said your parents won’t be home till tonight,” he said. He sounded a bit panicked and almost out of breath.

You let out a whine. “They won’t be. It’s probably just a package.” You softly brushed your lips against his, urging him to continue, but this time you wanted his tongue in your mouth.

Minho was eager to give you what you want. The constant buzzing of your doorbell became background noise, along with the occasional moans you and Minho let out every time you disconnected your lips. The two of you bucked your hips at a steady pace, rubbing yourselves against each other.

You thought that you could just tune out the sound of your doorbell, but whoever was at your apartment door just wouldn’t stop, and you broke away from Minho. You momentarily wondered (while fear flowed through your veins) if one of your parents were home early and forgotten their keys.

Minho moved on to suck on the space between your breast. The way he licked at the skin was almost soothing. You were tempted to try again at ignoring your unwanted visitor until the repeated ringing of your doorbell turned into persistent knocking. Though, it sounded less like knocking and more like excessive pounds to the door that would either leave the doorframe in shambles or leave the person’s knuckles broken.

Your boyfriend reluctantly loosened his grip on your thighs, feeling robbed. You climbed off of your his lap, hurrying towards the door. But then you heard a voice on the opposite side of the door and realized who it was.

“Oh my gosh, ____!” Nagyung shouted so loud you thought she’d disturb all of the building’s residents  —including the ones vacationing in Barbados. “Open the door, ____! Studying for environmental science isn’t that important!”

Oh right, you thought. I said I’d be studying for an AP ES test.

You face palmed before rushing back over to your boyfriend who seemed more confused than ever.

“Just a second, Nagyung!” You shouted back over your shoulder. You grabbed Minho’s arm, more or less dragging him into your apartment’s hallway and towards your bedroom.

“Dragging me to your room?” Minho inquired. “I like where this is going, but something’s telling me it won’t go how I’m imagining it.”

“Shut up. Now is not the time.”

Minho kept his mouth closed as you shoved him into your room and pushed him towards your closet. “Hide right now!” you hissed. Your boyfriend obeyed, sliding inside, and crawling around the tight space to get behind your clothes. He spotted a bra hanging in there, questioning why you hung your bras up instead of putting them in a drawer like he figured most girls did.

You ran out your room, back down the hallway, and practically jumped in front of your apartment door. You threw the front door open, letting an exasperated “Hi, Nagyung” tumble passed your lips.

Nagyung squinted. “Why are you out of breath?”

“Why are you here?” You asked at the same time as she posed her question. You hoped she’d answer you first and forget about your suspicious behavior.

Nagyung rolled her eyes. “Can you make it anymore obvious that you don’t want me here?” For a moment she looked seriously annoyed by your question, but then she let out a small giggle. Typical Nagyung. “I just need you to confirm or deny everyone’s suggestions for next week’s podcast and then you can get back to touching yourself or whatever, miss leader.”

You blinked twice. “I wasn’t touching myself. I-” Your eyes darted left and right and you tried to come up with something. Was now really the right time to come clean? I wasn’t touching myself. I was letting Lee Minho touch me instead. You imagined Nagyung recoiling in horror.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nagyung rolled her eyes again. “No one ever admits to do doing it.” She let out a snort. “Plus, you were so loud. Better hope Mrs. Sim next door doesn’t tell your mom. Oh yeah, can I have some juice? I walked like twelve blocks here-”

The mention of the amount of noise you were making immediately reminded you that there was a guy hiding in your closet. You hoped that Minho wouldn’t decide now was the best time to come out or make any noise.

You gave your friend a thin-lipped smile, praying that it didn’t show how much you were freaking out on the inside. “Just show me the suggestions,” you cut her off.

After fetching Nagyung a glass of Hawaiian punch, the both of you moved to the other side of the living room. Nagyung stepped towards your dad’s recliner, ready to sit down and you internally yelped. Well you thought you had done it internally.

Nagyung jumped up, clutching her bag to her chest as if their was a thief right in the room. “What’s wrong?” she questioned. Then she groaned at the feeling of cold juice dripping down her chest. “You scared me and I splashed it. What’s the matter with you?”

You almost sat down on my dad’s chair AKA the place Lee Minho was pleasuring me. No, you couldn’t say that. You stared back silently.

Nagyung set the half empty glass down and grabbed your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Real talk. Are you okay?” She furrowed her eyebrows, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry for intruding. Honestly, I did come over to have you review the suggestions, but I used that as an excuse for why I really wanted to come over. I wanted to check on you.”

She paused for longer than a moment, so you decided to give her a little push. Sure, you were absolutely paranoid about the fact that the guy your friends ridiculed often was the boyfriend hiding in your closet, but you didn’t want to seem like you didn’t care. Because you did care.

A lot. You cared so much about your friends, and you cared a ton about what they would think of you once they found out the truth.

Something about Nagyung’s concern for yoy made you want to dump your pride in the garbage and just be honest. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“It’s not like you to just skip podcast to study. You’ve had to study plenty of times before but still managed to make it.” She paused again, Then she sighed. “And lately you just disappear a lot and you’re vague whenever someone asks what’s up.”

What were you doing? Your recent behavior was not on so totally suspicious, but in a way, harsh.

“I- I have to check on something,” you managed to say. Nagyung just nodded, now engrossed in the big red splotch on her fuzzy purple cardigan.

You dashed to your bedroom, quickly but quietly pushing the door open. You threw open your closet doors to find Minho seated on the floor tapping on his phone.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes went wide. “Are you texting someone? No one can know you’re here! I haven’t told Nagyung yet!”

Minho’s raised his brows. “I’m playing Mira’s Everyday Joy of Cooking,” he clarified. “Calm down. And what do you mean by ‘yet’?”

You bobbed your head up and down. “I wanna tell Nagyung everything. So let’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, your apartment’s doorbell chimed. Your eyes widened.

“Get under the bed!” You grabbed Minho by the shirt collar and used every ounce of strength to push him underneath your bedframe. The idea of finally being honest flew out the window at the thought of your parents being home early.

"This is not how I imagined our time spent together," Minho groaned, sliding under.

You closed the door and raced back to the living room, towards the front door. You looked into the peephole.

Hyunjin and Seungmin. Hyunjin and Seungmin were here. You wanted to scream, but instead turned to Nagyung with a stressed half-smile.

“Nagyung,” You almost shrieked. “You invited Hyunjin and Seungmin?”

She was too busy rubbing at the stain with some baby wipes. “No, I didn’t invite them. They said they were gonna stop by since Seungmin took AP ES last year and he’s kind of-”

You tuned her out. You pressed your back to the door unsure of what to do. Minho was several feet away, under your bed, Nagyung was right in front of you, and Hyunjin and Seungmin stood on the other side of the door. You were hoping to tell each of your friends one by one when hanging out with them separately, but that plan was out the window now.

"―and Hyunjin said be didn't have anywhere else to be, so they pretty much invited themselves." You had momentarily forgotten that Nagyung was still talking. "Hey, can I borrow a shirt? The stain is starting to set."

"Yes, yes!" You immediately responded. "Take whatever!"

You had said that with way too much enthusiasm. Nagyung eyed you, but chose to ignore it, heading down the hall in hopes of finding something similar that would match her outfit in your wardrobe.

You weren't ready to tell anyone other than Nagyung right now. You couldn't believe you were thinking this, but you had to get Hyunjin and Seungmin to go away.

"Maybe she's not home," Seungmin said to Hyunjin right as you opened the door.

"Hi!" You gave your friends a gritted smile, the only kind you could form during this overwhelming situation.

"Hey," Hyunjin greeted you. "Seungmin said the funniest thing on our way here. Okay, why did the whale-"

"Why are you here?" You asked, getting straight to the point, keeping a forced smile on your face.

Both guys looked at you in confusion. Hyunjin was about to question your antics when there was a sudden screech.

They moved past you, running through your apartment to get to where the sound was coming from, completely ignoring the fact that this was your home, not theirs. You ran behind them.

The door to your bedroom burst open right as a half-dressed Nagyung chucked one of her sneakers at Minho's head.

Nagyung slipped one of your hoodies over her head quickly while Minho rubbed the side of his head. He looked up to meet four pairs of eyes staring at him.

You froze. Nagyung froze. Hyunjin and Seungmin froze.

Hyunjin blinked repeatedly, trying to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Why is he here?"

You let out nervous chuckle, walking over to Minho to help him up. "Heh, funny story actually. But I bet Seungmin's joke is way funnier, so why don't you share it with us n-"

"____." Seungmin crossed his arms. Hyunjin and Nagyung did the same, looking stern. You felt like a small child getting lectured in the principal's office.

"Fine." You looked down and kicked your foot the way a seven year old being scolded would. "We're dating."

There was a medley of gasps.

Hyunjin scoffed dramatically, leaning against Seungmin for support. "Out of everyone in the school you picked him?"

Seungmin patted Hyunjin's shoulder, and you swore he emitted the same energy as a parent comforting their heartbroken teenage son. "I thought you said you couldn't stand him. You know, like most sane people."

"I couldn't at first," you admitted. You felt shy explaining all of this to your friends with Minho standing beside you. "But once I got to know him, he wasn't that bad." You rubbed the back of your neck, your ears feeling hot.

"But he's always in detention," Hyunjin objected. "And he's always pushing people-"

"Pushing people out of my way," Minho finished for him with an eyeroll. "It's not my fault if someone doesn't hear the words 'excuse me' the first time. And wait, that Jisung kid you guys hang with is always in detention with me. What makes me different?"

You looked around at your three friends. What did make Minho different?

"Nothing, I guess," Seungmin confessed.

"Jisung's a pretty big goof, and you're more intimidating," Hyunjin elaborated. "I think that's why we were so fast to judge you."

"We're sorry about that," Seungmin apologized.

You looked at Nagyung, who had been silent for most of the conversation. She slipped her sneaker back on, and gave you a soft smile.

"Sorry I tried to shatter your skull," Nagyung said to Minho. "Hear me out, though. I'm pretty sure anyone would react the same way I did if a guy was slipping out from under the bed while they were taking their clothes off."

"It's fine," Minho told everyone. Then he looked at you, giving you a wink. "It's understandable."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good to tell everyone the truth. Well, not the whole truth. They didn't need to know the part about your dad's recliner, which you figured you should spray down with alcohol before he came home to eliminate any traces.

"I'm still surprised," Nagyung shared. "I mean, I remember last week you said Minho's butt was flat and even though that's not like a boyfriend requirement, it doesn't seem like something you'd said about someone you liked." Nagyung shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that was before you guys started dating."

You awkwardly turned to your boyfriend, who glared back at you.

"My butt is not flat!"

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[4joonkookie]

In the Foyer

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Words: 1K

Genre: Shameless Smut, PWP, One-Shot Warnings/Tags: lingerie, wall sex, creaming, noona!kink, 0 to 60 quickly, JK tells you what to wear, JK has big muscles, JK rips your clothes but will probably buy you new ones. Summary: You arrive to Jungkook’s hotel room in a corset he’s picked out just for you and he likes it so much, you barely make it all the way inside the room before being totally wrecked.

You re-read the note that came with the package as you ride in the private car: “Car comes at 6:30. Guards will meet you outside. Can’t wait to see you in this. -JK”

The tight, lace corset makes it hard to breathe and it took maybe 10 tries to get the straps on straight but he picked it out himself.

He sent nothing but the note and lingerie. So, for decency during the car ride , an overcoat on top of the corset and black pantyhose with the stilettos that kill your feet and he loved them so much last time, he made you keep them on the whole night.

Who could argue? He’s so convincing, you put them on again and again. Pain and all, There’s certainly a thrill about this.

You’re guided through the hotel lobby, into the elevator and onto the private floor. The guards disappear behind the elevator doors.

Room 794, 795, 796... room 797, As directed in the note.

You take a deep breath and try to knock quietly as the other boys and staff fill the other rooms.

Knock knock knock.

“Who is it?” A mocking, familiar voice asks.

“Jungkook, Quit!”, you reprimand loudly as you bang on the door.

The door opens. “Ok ok ok, shh…”, Jungkook laughs as he pulls you by one of your hips into the room. He has no shirt, and you wish you didn't either so you can feel his skin now. He smells so good.

Before the door can close, his lips engulf yours. Soft and closed and first, slowly opening, tongues meeting. Arms around his neck, you reach a familiar sensation of being on fire. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours with his cheeky smile and scrunched nose.

He notices your shoes. “Ah , these again! I thought you might have thrown them away after last time.”

“They seemed to go with your gift.'', You raise your ankle up. He groans lowly and grips your lifted ankle before it falls to the ground. “Can I see?”, he asks, gleefully anticipating.

Only in the foyer of the room, his hand pulls at the waist tie of the coat and he softly pushes the coat off your shoulders, replacing the fabric with a gentle kiss between where one of your shoulders meets your neck. The coat lands with a light thud.

“Wow.”, he says in a breath and takes steps backwards to let his body glide flush with a nearby wall. “I knew this was for you.”, he says as he soaks in your image. Come here.”

It’s only a few steps, still at the entrance of the room. He turns so now your back is against the wall. He pulls both your hands above your head and holds you to the wall. He lets his gaze sweep you from head to toe.

“You look so good.”, he says while squeezing at your cinched waist.

Placing little kisses on your neck and chest, you begin to sink into him. His hands roam over your hips and ass, gripping over black pantyhose.

He slides his hand over your clothed crevice, sending tingles down your spine.

You’re puzzled when he uses one hand to pull down at the sheer fabric. He releases your wrists and grasps the fabric with both hands and you hear a short rip. Before you can begin to scold him, he slips a tattooed finger tip in the rip and swipes at your opening. You blush when the knowing grin stretches across his face, knowing how wet you are already.

“Just curious.”, he teases, faces so close you can feel his breath on your skin. “You’ve been excited.”, he says with a shy smile, licking the liquid off his fingers.

“I’ve been excited since the moment I opened that box”, you reply.

He pulls his pants down just enough and with that , he tears at the opening harder and rips the hose wide open. You gasp when suddenly you’re hoisted off the ground and nearly slammed against the wall. Jungkook lines up his clock and quickly buries himself deep inside. Your arms drape around his shoulders.

“All this and you show up soaking wet for me too, baby? How did I get so lucky?”

You can only manage to mutter his name. His strong hands are pinned to the undersides of your thighs and he uses the rest of his body to hook you to the wall. You adjust to the sudden stretch and after a few thrusts, your bodies are squelching together. You dig fingernails into his back as he grinds deep into you.

He moves in you slow but deep, rolling his hips every time he meets the hilt. He raises you up slowly and pushes you down again.

“Oh my god... oh my god, Jungkook.”, you whimper as your body catches up to his.

Legs wrapped around him, he pushes off the wall and stumbles to a nearby chair with you still on his lap. You’re halfway to ruined but you've barely made it all the way into the room.

He tugs at the bra and straps of the corset, fighting to expose more of your skin.

“Ugh how does this thing work?”

You laugh watching him struggle to pull and tug anywhere to get it loose.

“The straps are…”, you begin to explain.

“...Got it.” In his Jungkook way, he’s figured it out before you can even offer to help.

He manages to loosen it enough to free your breasts and gives them a squeeze.

In response , you clench yourself around him, grating against his cock.

You secure your arms around his neck and begin to bounce, setting a punishing pace.

He lays his head back on the headrest and watches you panting with glazed, hooded eyes.

“Mmph...You need to slow down.”, he says as he grips your hips to slow your tempo.

“You started it.”, you smugly reply as you tug at a fistful of his hair and increase your ride on him.

His eyes roll backward before he grabs you tight and slides to the edge of the chair onto the ottoman to be able to move better beneath you. He leans back slightly, creating a delicious new angle that makes your legs tremble.

He whispers beneath you. “Fuck, your pussy is so good, noona.”

You're creaming on his lap at the words.

You pant and groan until your orgasms crash into each other and you feel the delight of his cock pulsing inside you.

When you've both caught your breath, he lifts you both off the soaked chair and walks to lay you flat on the bed. He removes the shoes and loose clothes from your body. He kisses the swollen red marks on your feet and climbs up to lay his head on your chest.

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, food, corrupt cop, mentions of prostitution/smut, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, mentions of serial killers/murder, mutual pining, 

Summary:

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

A/N: I got inspired re-watching one of my favorite shows and I want to know if anyone else gets the reference I’m using! If I missed anything I should include as a warning that I missed please let me know! This is also unedited!

Taglist Form is in my bio!

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Your shoulders tensed listening to the radio in the morning. Sitting on your ottoman, you were painting your nails, using the coffee table as your nail station. It was a really bright morning, and you had the curtains pulled open to draw in light. Julie frantically rushed between her room and the bathroom getting ready for her shift at the diner. The newest single from The Beach Boys was playing through the little counter top radio, but at the top of the hour, the melodies playing through the speaker changed to the news. The top story of the morning was chilling.

“Jules,” you said, calling her over hesitantly, putting the cap back on the bottle of polish. “Come listen to this.”

She scurried out of her room while working to tie her apron in the back, and then she stood next to where you sat to listen to the story on the news. The color drained from her face as you both listened to the reporter describe the horrific scene that was under investigation early this morning.

Roy Laferty was an evangelical preacher whose body washed up by the lake very early that same morning. The news report talked about the police investigation, and also disclosed his wife Helen, is also reported missing. They are looking into the disappearance of Helen, as well as opening a full investigation on Laferty’s murder. They also urge individuals with any information regarding the two to call the Sheriff’s department and to provide a statement.

“That’s horrifying,” you mumble, shocked as you try to process the news. Julie nods in agreement but strangely doesn’t seem nearly as affected by the news as you.

“It’s happening again,” she mutters, obviously concerned but her lack of surprise worries you.

“What do you mean again?” you ask.

“There was a string of unexplained murders, all men, like this newest one,” Julie explained, “This was all over the news like two years ago- can’t believe you hadn’t heard about it.” All you could do was shrug; this was all new to you. “Obviously, there was nothing linking their deaths, but there were these five killings a couple of years ago that are still unsolved. There’s no evidence, but the town rumors it was like a serial killer or something. Nothing is confirmed, of course, just a story.”

“What makes people think it was all the same person?” you ask, hesitantly.

“All the people were always the same type,” she shrugs, “Men all in their 20s and 30s. Again, there’s nothing linking them all together. It’s just talk.”

You clicked off the radio, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Julie patted your shoulder, comfortingly but she had to go on with her day. So did you, and you almost her ability to move about the apartment almost unfazed by the news. You suppose it makes sense, her growing up here she’s probably used to it. You didn’t have the experience or the thick skin she had.

You had decided to go to the library, still preoccupied by the news segment as well as the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff. You spent the better half of the morning looking at the library’s archives of old newspapers. You wanted to read more about the unsolved cases Julie had told you about, so there you sat for several hours looking through the microfilm reader. You even stumbled upon articles that featured the Sheriff.

There he was plain as day on the front page when it was announced he had won the election the first time he ran several years back. You couldn’t help but notice the changes in his appearance and demeanor compared to the man you keep running into. He was a little slimmer, and he looked a lot happier, a little fuller of life, you decided was a good way to explain it. His smile was wider, and you could see the difference in his eyes as well. It was seeing how he was before the stress of the job began to take its heavy toll. He had on the same leather jacket as well, you were fairly certain, even though the one in the photograph hung a little looser.

You continued to skim through articles, piecing your way through the history of Knockemstiff. Little articles in black and white that persevered the history of this dark little town. You were beginning to realize this backwater town was a lot more tangled and complex than you originally believed. It was a tangled history, riddled with crime and unclosed cases, that people seem to have either forgotten or choose to ignore for their own sake. Your mind wandered back to the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff and him being corrupt. You wonder how much of what you read about linked back to him. Though you imagine if he has any sort of political connection, which a man like him must have, the things he was involved in probably didn’t even make it into the paper. The thought made you physically shiver.

You put the large leather portfolios of archives you took and put them back into their proper place on the self chronologically. You grabbed your sweater from the back of your chair, and pushed the chair back into place. Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was only just one in the afternoon. You decided to head down to the diner and grab a bite, and also visit Julie during her second shift. It was a short walk from the library to the diner. Everywhere felt like a short walk here, probably because everything in downtown was not much bigger than a few blocks. The majority of people lived far from the center of town, on their own land and farms.

The little bell on the door rang when you stepped in and Julie waved at you from behind the counter and pointed for you to grab an empty table in her section. You put your bag on the table and took a seat. It was a fairly busy time, most people who worked at the surrounding businesses coming in for their lunch break. Julie brought you over a coffee and then said she’d be back to chat when she got to take her five.

Lee hadn’t been able to go home since the phone call. The symptoms of his hangover were worsening and he was growing more irritable. His five o’clock shadow was still evident on his tired face and his head was pounding. He tried his best to just power through it but the sound of anyone trying to talk to him just made his ears ring.

After leaving the scene, he had to stop by his office and then he was on the phone for the better part of an hour fielding calls from frantic citizens not only of Knockemstiff but also Meade, where Laferty was from. Despite how horribly he felt, he tried his best to keep his temper level and just reassure people he had things under control. He was losing his patience.

He opened up his desk drawer and grabbed his bottle of asprin. Empty. He threw it into the small waste bin and got up abruptly grabbing his jacket off the hook and storming out. He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving and he didn’t care. It was a short walk to the drugstore from the station and he wouldn’t be five minutes. He just needed to do something to stop his head from hurting.

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” the pharmacist greeted when he walked in. He nodded his head upwards briefly to reply without having to talk. He just needed to get in and out. She went back to whatever she was working on when he came in, and he browsed the aisles for what he needed. After paying and walking out, he glanced in the direction of the diner when he was crossing the street. There you were, again. Sitting alone and chatting with the waitress that was refilling your coffee.

He let out a heavy sigh, and then continued walking. He didn’t want you to see him like this, hungover, unshaved, wrinkled uniform and heavy undereye bags from his lack of sleep. You looked- well, Lee thought you were the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while, maybe ever. There was something about you he couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was just because you weren’t from here. You were a fresh face, and not ruined by this town. There was a sweetness and an innocence in how you talked to him, because you didn’t know him like the rest of people here did. He liked that.

Even when he left the station for the day, he couldn’t even go home yet. He had a meeting at the bar with one of Brown’s lackeys. He was just supposed to collect his cut so he couldn’t imagine it would take long, but he was still annoyed. Stepping into the bar he looked around as he took off his hat. It was a little more crowded tonight then when he was here last. The red curtain was closed and his eyes lingered there for a moment before directing his attention to the man he recognized who was waving him over.

“Sheriff,” the man greets and Lee slides into the booth across from him.

“Hayward,” he replies. Without even needing to order, the bartender comes over bringing them a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

“You ever go back there?” Hayward asks, watching as a girl came out and brought a man behind the curtain who had been waiting at the bar.

“No,” Lee scoffs.

“They are amazing,” Hayward says, almost giddy. Lee feels sympathy towards the poor woman who had to take care of him. Lee doesn’t acknowledge the statement and just empties his glass and begins to pour himself a second.

“So, my cut?” Lee asks. Hayward frowns and goes into the breast pocket of his sports coat and pulls out an envelope of cash.

“You aren’t getting full,” the man says when Lee cocks a brow at the thinness of the envelope.

“Still?” Lee asks, pissed. Hayward nods. Lee’s jaw clenches.

“You didn’t keep things tidy on your end,” Hayward reminds him, “You got one job. Keep the cops out of our territory. We had two cruisers drive through last week. The only reason you’re getting anything at all is cause you managed to keep your people off us when we did the exchange with Deckard’s crew.”

The man finishes his drink, and then slaps the empty glass on the table. He pulls out his own envelope, which is much thicker than Lee’s and drops down more than enough for the drinks. He chuckles condescendingly and tells the Sheriff to get a dance. Fuck that. Lee takes the extra money and plans to just put it right in his pocket and go home. He finishes his third scotch and suddenly his headache was back. He felt worse than he did earlier today.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” a feminine voice asks, making him break his line of thought. He looks to his side and he recognizes her as one of the girls he sees bringing men to the back room, behind the velvet curtain. He shakes his head, and instead of leaving him alone, she slides into the booth next to him. Her hand grazes over his thigh. “You seem awful tense, Sheriff,” she says and then bites her lip.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted. He knows she doesn’t actually want him, and it’s just an attempt to get him to spend money in the backroom. If he doesn’t focus his already hazing vision, maybe she could vaguely remind him of you. He can’t do it, but he wants to. Her hand moves up his leg and he pulls away. He adjusts his pants and she shrugs.

“Maybe next time then,” she winks before walking away. He rests his head back on the vinyl seat and sighs. He grabs his hat and jacket, leaving before he changes his mind. “Ask for Cherry when you come in, yeah?” she calls when he walks out.

You are just everywhere. You’re in his head and he doesn’t even know you. He needs to sleep, desperately, and part of him in the back of his mind hopes you’ll be there. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember.

“Have you heard about the Church fundraiser coming up?” Julie asks. You shake your head. “It’s a pretty big deal here. Everyone participates.”

“What is it?” you ask, kicking off your slippers so you can sit crisscross on the couch.

“Bid-On-A-Basket,” she says casually, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Never heard of it,” you reply, “It sounds fun. What is it?”

“All us single gals put together a picnic basket with everything for a lunch,” she explains, “and then all the eligible bachelors bid on the basket and a date with the girl who made it. Last year, the dreamiest guy, Bill Whittier, bought mine- it’s so fun. Me and Bill didn’t work out but it was a good time.”

“I don’t know anyone here,” you say hesitantly.

“Perfect way to get a date then,” she teases. You bite your lip. You aren’t sure about this.

“And what if some creep is the highest bidder?” you counter.

“You get a bad date story for your next date?” she poses. “Please,” she begs, “It’s for a good cause, all the money this year is going to help the Sunday school.”

“What if no one bids on it?” You rebut.

“Look at yourself,” she scoffs, “you’ll get bids. Trust me.” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you say finally. She smirks, completely planning to wear you down.

“Remember it’s for the kids,” she reasons, “It wouldn’t hurt to go and participate.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” you laugh.

Time passes and soon enough you get another call from Sandy, and you are suddenly back to taking care of Valerie. You had missed her, a lot actually. You definitely have gotten attached to her, and you think you’ve grown on her too. Sandy was vague this time for how long they’d be gone, but since the previous time went so smoothly, you didn’t worry about it.

About a week after Sandy and Carl left this time, there was another disturbing news report. You were sitting on the floor, changing Valerie and you had the television playing softly in the background. The news told the story of another body, this time found in the woods off of the highway. You finish changing the baby and hold her close, her little chin resting on your shoulder as you watch the news story. It was just like Julie had talked about. Another man, thirty years old. He was shot and his body abandoned. You jump at the knock at the front door.

You peep through the curtains, and you see the Sheriff waiting on the front porch. You wonder if he knows you’re there. Part of you almost wishes he knows it you here and he wanted to see you. It’s incredibly stupid on your part and you know better, but nonetheless, part of you hoped he came here for you. Very stupid. With Valerie on your hip, you open the door.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says walking into the house. He stops in front of you and presses a kiss to Valerie’s forehead and she squeals happily seeing Lee. You close the door with your foot. “May I?” he asks, and opens his arms. You agree, based on Valerie’s reactions to him whenever she sees him. He takes her in his arms, and she starts playing with his tie. He loosens it so she can play with it and not choke him.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” you ask. He reacts in a way in a way you can’t really read, but you don’t press.

His mind just goes back to the woman a couple weeks back in the brothel who asked him the same thing, and that his mind immediately had gone to you. He just clears his throat and snaps himself out of that thought process.

“Um, I just came by to see Sandy,” he says, “But I can fathom a guess that she’s not here?”

“Excellent deduction,” you joke, and he smirks. Valerie has his tie in her mouth and is covering it in drool. He doesn’t even seem to care.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod. “You looked a little scared when you answered.”

“Just watching the news before you showed up is all,” you explain, “They were talking about how there was another man found dead.”

“Ain’t got nothing to worry about,” he says, “We’re on top of it. I’m on my way over there now.”

“Can I ask you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, darling.”

“My friend, you probably know her- Julie Grady.”

“Yeah, nice kid,” he says, listening but gently pulling his tie from Valerie’s grasp. She starts playing with the flap of the pocket of his jacket.

Kid. You almost grimace. That’s right. Of course, Lee would view someone your age that way. You weren’t. You chastise yourself for even caring, but you decide to continue. You shouldn’t care how he sees you.

“Yeah- well, she told me there have been others,” you continue, “I also read up about it, just the newspapers at the library- but she said people thought it was some kind of serial killer… I just, I want to know what you think.”

“I don’t think know,” he answers honestly, a little taken aback, not expecting you to approach him with something this serious. “I doubt it,” he explains, “Serial killers stay close to home. Now those cases you read about, and these two we are looking at- they sound close together but logistically, they aren’t really. Two of those unsolved were in completely different states- just like this new one.”

“So, no traveling serial killer?” you chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Most people like that stay in one area,” Lee explains, “They work jobs, they have a home, you know? They tend to stay near where they live.”

“That makes me feel much better,” you answer honestly.

“You got nothing to worry about, and that’s a promise,” he grins, although he supposes coming from him that probably doesn’t mean much. Regardless, it makes you smile.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” you offer again. He bites his lip, taking a moment to think.

“Sandy keeps a bag of candy in her cabinet,” he says, walking into the kitchen with you following close behind. He passes Valerie off to you and he chuckles under his breath at the state of his tie. He reaches up in the cabinet and pulls down a brown paper bag, filled with taffies and chocolates.

Something about this man who has a whole time scared of him playing with his niece and then stealing sweets from the cupboard is something you find so strangely endearing. He unwraps one of the brightly colored taffies and then puts the bag in his pocket.

“I gotta go,” he announces, “let me know if you hear from Sandy, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reply.

“Gonna head out to that scene, and do my report,” he discloses, not really sure why he’s telling you. “Then I have a meeting at the rectory about that fundraiser thing. Figure out security.”

“They need security at Bid-On-A-Basket?” you ask, with an eyebrow raised. He smiles.

“You going?” he asks, flirtatiously.

“Just seems weird to have police at a Church thing.”

“There’s been stupid fights,” he shrugs, “some guy will get outbid and cause a fuss. Nothing serious. Probably just gonna be me and a deputy in case. You going?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say sheepishly. “Why?”

He walks towards the front door, and you follow seeing him out.

“Cause I gotta know if I’ll be bidding on a basket,” he winks.

“You gonna start a fight if you don’t win it?” you joke.

“If it’s yours? Absolutely, darling.”

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

customer service, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You're the simple owner of an erotica shop. Known for being non-judgmental, non-kink-shaming, and for providing pleasant customer service. So what happens when a certain customer asks for a little... extra service?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; mentions of toxic masculinity and kink shaming; dom/sub themes; smut (restraints, body appreciation, praise, nipple play, handjob, edging); softdom!reader x firsttimesub!Jungkook

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“Thank you for your patronage.”

The older woman bowed politely and took the inconspicuous brown paper bag from you. You smiled at her as she tucked it safely in her purse before thanking you again and walking out. The sky was already pitch black, with only a few people walking about. It was late, almost closing time. There was only one other customer browsing the shelves.

You knew him well.

You turned from the counter and continued calculating the day’s sales. It had been a surprisingly busy day for an erotica shop. Lots of people had purchased books today and even a good number of toys. Being one of the few adult shops in the whole district got you some… interesting customers. Thankfully, everyone was too nervous or awkward to start shit. This made your job a lot easier and you didn’t have to hire a second person. It was a small business, but you were quite proud of owning it.

You heard the clearing of a throat.

You punched in the last number. It took you less than a second to record the total in the book before shutting it. A deep breath coursed through you. You lifted your head, a small smile on your lips.

The young man shifted nervously on his heels. Curled, dark brown hair past his ears. A sharp jawline, mole quivering under his lower lip. A permanent deer-in-headlights look, at least when it came to visiting the store. He was wearing an over-sized, navy blue dress shirt and tight black slacks with black oxfords.

“How can I help you, Jeon Jungkook?”

His ears turned red. “Oh… you remember my name.”

You bowed ever so lightly. “Of course. Did you enjoy your book?”

The blush crept to his cheeks. He coughed awkwardly. You didn’t look away, keeping your small smile on your lips. You were wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length black dress. Completely covered except for your head and hands. Your hands were perched one over the other, calmly waiting for his answer.

“Er, yes.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Over the course of his visits, you had learned a lot about Jeon Jungkook. He bought books and porn primarily BDSM-themed, either lesbian dom/sub or female dom/male sub. He bought only a few toys, but all were marketed for self-pleasure. He did not purchase any of the clothing, despite always eying it as he checked out. He was very hesitant to ask questions when there was a lot of people in the shop. He did, however, ask when there were no people in earshot. He requested opinions and recommendations a lot. He listened closely to your responses, dipping his head a bit as if he was afraid someone would know what he was asking.

At the moment, Jungkook seemed to be collecting himself. You patiently waited, watching his body language. Trembling shoulders. Chewing on his lower lip. Eyes flickering, looking in every direction except you.

“Could I… Could I please try that on?” he finally asked, raising his hand to point at something behind you.

You turned your head, following the direction of his finger. It was a black leather top for men, cut high, just above the nipples. There was a steel circle at the center of the chest that would lay under the collarbones, against the sternum. High-necked, with studs at the seams to prevent it from getting ripped with use. It had long sleeves, except instead of an opening for the hands, it ended in a closed, flipper-like encasement with straps. The back had a zipper to get inside the top.

You took a moment to let your eyes roam over the piece before facing him.

“You will need someone to help you put it on.”

You saw his hand falter. He lowered it, expression falling.

“Perhaps you can come back with someone to see if you two like it.”

Jungkook shifted his feet uncomfortably. “I don’t... have anyone who could help me.” His eyes darted from side to side. “No one knows.”

Your brows furrowed at his sad tone. “I’m sure there is someone who understands.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly. “Everyone I’ve even suggested that kind of… thing… they laughed at me,” he said tearfully, chewing on his lip harder. “They told me I was weak for wanting something like that. They told me I should be a man.”

A sharp tinge of annoyance shot through you. What kind of fucking bullshit was that? To be so vulnerable and admit what you liked – that was being a man, or any human for that matter. Jungkook blinked rapidly, pushing away his tears. He had been repressing this side of him for a long time, it seemed, only revealing a little when he was at the shop. The thought made you angry. Not having sexual freedom was soul crushing.

“It’s expensive.”

Jungkook nodded. “I saved up for it.”

Your eyes flickered to the clock. “It’s ten minutes before closing, Jungkook.”

He bowed his head. “I understand.”

You winced. He looked so lost and alone, like a bunny who couldn’t find home. You tapped the counter sharply, making him snap his head up.

“The fitting rooms are in the back. Let me close up a little and I will be right with you,” you said, sweeping your skirts back to walk around the counter. Jungkook watched you stride to the door of the shop before scurrying towards the back. You locked the door and pulled down the metal grate before turning off the front lights. You could never be too safe, after all. You made your way back to the counter and grabbed the tall metal hook to bring the leather top down. He had good taste. This was one of your favorites.

Simple, yet effective.

You placed the metal rod back and walked to the fitting rooms, heels clacking on the hardwood. You always liked to wear heels. They gave you a sense of power, even though no one could see them under the maxi-length dress. It was like announcing your presence.

Your hand grasped the red velvet curtain and pulled back, revealing an awkward-looking Jungkook. He was picking at the peach fuzz on his face in the floor length mirrors. You blinked at him and he pulled away from the mirror quickly. He saw the top on your hands and gulped.

“Sorry, I–”

You cut him off. “Remove your shirt.”

Jungkook looked down. “R-right.”

You watched his fingers fumble with the tiny buttons of his navy dress shirt. He had long fingers, large hands. Small tattoos on his right hand. Lightly tanned skin, toned chest, dark nipples, sculpted abs. The silky fabric slid off his right shoulder. Tattooed arm as well. He slipped out of the other sleeve and held his shirt awkwardly in his hands. You indicated the hook to his left with your free hand. He swallowed and placed his shirt on the hook. His black pants were very tight. You could see his muscular thighs and calves.

Interesting.

“Move the ottoman to the center,” you said softly. There was an edge of command to your voice.

Jungook spied the black leather ottoman in the corner and gently pushed it to the center of the dressing room. He looked back up at you for approval.

“Sit.”

He did, but facing you. You smiled, just a little.

“Face the mirrors, Jungkook.”

There was an inflection on your tone when you said his name. He started and scooted around, facing the three floor-length mirrors. You could see Jungkook’s nervous expression in the mirror and he could see you standing behind him at the entrance of the dressing room. You pulled the curtain closed behind you as you stepped in.

Now you two were alone, in the red velvet room.

You calmly removed the hanger from the leather top. “Raise your arms.”

He did. He had nice forearms and biceps. Even his triceps were nice.

You unzipped the back. Jungkook was watching you closely. You separated the zipper and reached around him, placing one sleeve on and then the other. Your chest was very close to his back but not touching. You placed two fingers around his wrist and yanked the leather down, making sure the fit was smug. Jungkook gasped. You did the same to his other hand before backing up and rolling the sleeves up. He shivered as the steel ring touched his skin, flush against his sternum. You had to pull a bit to fit his broad shoulders in it. The top could accommodate some stretch, but it was a little tight due to his build. Your eyes flickered to his face. He seemed fine with it.

Maybe a little too fine with it.

You zipped the back, careful not to catch his hair in it. Jungkook peered at his flipper hands and flapped the straps. He smiled. You almost did, but instead cleared your throat. He straightened.

“So,” you began, voice dropping an octave. “The nice thing about this top is that it can be fastened two ways.” You reached around him and took his left arm, crossing it over his right arm, over his stomach. Your hands lingered on the straps for a moment before snapping them behind him with the proper tightness. Restraining, but not circulation-cutting. You looked up. The position made his pecs push together and his biceps bugle against the leather. Jungkook gawked at his body in the mirror, eyes wide as if seeing himself for the first time. You could see his dark nipples harden.

Hm.

“And,” you continued calmly, unsnapping the straps. “It can be done this way.”

You undid the snaps and maneuvered his arms to cross them behind his back. A few steps and you were in front of him, slipping the straps under the steel ring and pulling them taut. He inhaled sharply as you touched his hot skin. Quick few adjustments and you were done.

You let your eyes trail to his face.

Jungkook’s brown eyes were quivering, staring at you.

You moved out of the way and let him see himself. Now his chest stuck out a bit due to his arms pinned behind him, forcing him to arch his back. Jungkook tilted his head, tugging at the restraint. He flexed his muscles. It didn’t budge. His lips parted. Curls of dark hair framed his wide, inquisitive eyes. He looked at himself in every angle, the confidence evident in his features.

You stood about a foot behind him, hands behind your back. He caught your eye and blushed, looking to the floor.

“Like what you see?”

One, two, three seconds passed. Then he barely nodded, not making a noise.

“Jungkook.”

He looked up slowly, chewing on his lip.

“Tell me how you feel.”

You could tell he was struggling with lying or telling the truth. You waited patiently.

“I feel… sexy,” he said, quietly at first, but with added sureness as he looked at himself in the mirror. “I really love it.” His eyes shifted towards you. You could see them sparkling with gratefulness. “Thank you.”

The side of your lips curved upwards. You took a step towards him. Your hand curved around his head, hovering just under his chin. “You don’t have to thank me,” you murmured, making eye contact through the mirror. Those brown orbs full of wonder and open possibilities. The mole under his lips trembling as they parted. Your other hand pointed to his reflection, where he looked at himself once again.

“Look how pretty you are, Jungkook.”

He whimpered.

You heard it. Jungkook heard it. You blinked slowly. His teeth sunk into his lower lip. Your hand was still under his chin, not touching. Gradually, very deliberately, he lowered his head, right into your palm. You observed him through the mirror. He rolled his hips, ever so slightly. The tight black fabric molded to his obvious erection, revealing everything.

You dropped your head a few centimeters lower, lips against his ear. Eyes still on his.

“Jungkook, I’m the shopkeeper,” you breathed.

He nodded in your palm, breath hitching. You tucked your tongue in your cheek. His breathing was getting heavier. You pulled your hand back, against his neck. He gasped as your fingertips touched his skin, your index and middle on his pulse. It was racing.

“I know,” he pleaded, so quietly you barely heard him.

You breathed deeply. “Wouldn’t this be your first… encounter?”

He nodded, short, quick nods of his head. You waited.

“P-please…”

Shit.

His voice was a whisper, fear mixed with arousal. “I know you won’t… laugh at me.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your hand slipped down the leather. “You’re right,” you murmured. “I won’t.”

His bangs shrouded his eyes a little, but he was watching your every move. Watching your fingertips trace the steel ring, watching your hand splay across his chest, whimpering as you touched his skin. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you stroke his abs, tracing the muscles.

“Look at you, handsome boy.”

His ears turned red at the compliment. You smiled, just a little. Your other hand snaked up his side, making him gasp. Your hands roamed over his body, his tanned skin, his taut muscles. He moaned softly, music to your ears. Your thumbs slid up, pressing against his nipples. Jungkook trembled as you rubbed them slowly, exhaling lightly onto his earlobe.

“Pretty boy,” you whispered, “No one is allowed to call you weak.” Your breathing was getting heavier, heated against his skin. “What a beautiful body.”

You pinched the small nubs tightly. He groaned, bucking into your hands. You let your nail graze against them and he jerked into it, sinking your nail into his skin. His head lolled back, leaning against your shoulder.

“You can take a little more?” you asked, pressing a little harder.

“P-please…”

You pinched again, harder. He really moaned this time, loud and clear. You pinched again, twisted. His eyes slid closed, thrusting his hips in his pants. You placed a soft kiss on his neck as you rubbed his nipples roughly. They were turning a little red. Jungkook was leaning against you and you supported his weight, planting your feet solidly on the ground. You flicked his nipples repeatedly with the back of your nail until he was squirming against you, dragging your name out in long moans.

You could feel wetness pooling between your legs.

You stopped, sinking your nails into his chest and raking down, down. Jungkook gasped in pain, lurching forward. You scraped down his torso, ripping your hands away sharply. He whimpered, panting hard. Swiftly, you moved in front of him to push the ottoman out from under him. He pitched forward, knees hitting the hardwood. You held him up until he straightened, kneeling.

His black slacks were very, very tight.

You moved back to your position behind him, sitting down on the ottoman. You spread your legs and scooted forward so your chest touched his back, making him shudder. You pressed your covered breasts up against him. Jungkook was staring at the ground. You impatiently reached forward and yanked his chin up.

“Don’t look away,” you warned.

He gulped. “O-okay.”

His dark, curled hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it aside gently, revealing his forehead, placing your lips softly on the top of his head. He made a small noise, appeased. Your fingers slid down his torso, tracing the scratches you had made. Pink, lightly raised. You traced the waist of his pants, playing with the button. Made eye contact with him.

“What are you hiding down here?” you purred, teasing the button from its hole. You could feel his chest rise and fall sharply as you pulled the zipper down, down. The bulge slid out slowly, now unconstrained by the zipper. You traced the outline with your nail and Jungkook whined, thrusting his hips lightly in your hand.

“Nice and hard, all for me?” You licked his earlobe ever so slightly.

Jungkook moaned as you palmed him, pushing his slacks down. “Yes. Oh, god, yes.”

You pressed your lips against his ear. Made sure to add a hardness to your words, like poisoned honey.

“There is no god here. Only me.”

You dipped your hand underneath the waistband and grasped his cock. Jungkook gasped, arms straining against the leather. You used your other hand to push down his underwear as you freed his cock and balls, your fingers wandering over them, cupping him. You massaged his balls, squeezing them, before dancing your fingertips on his cock. You nudged his head so he could watch you in the mirror.

“What a perfect cock waiting for me.”

Jungkook moaned, pupils blown wide with lust. His eyes darted from his face, to the leather top, to the reddening scratches on his stomach, to your hand on his cock. He rolled his hips in your hand, trying to get more friction. You took pity on him, wrapping your hand around his thick cock. It felt nice, you against his hard stiffness, veins pressing against your palm. He thrust his hips into your hand and you let him. You watched him fuck your hand, precum glistening from the head of his cock.

With your free hand, you hooked a finger around a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind his ear as he continued rutting into your hand. You placed your lips against his ear.

“Aren’t you a desperate, needy boy?” you purred.

“Y-yes,” Jungkook panted. “Yes, I am.”

You tightened your grip a little and he groaned, eyes rolling into his head as he thrust harder. You let him go on, until his breathing became shallow, tight, brows furrowed in pleasure.

Then you squeezed the head of his cock, hard.

He squealed in protest; orgasm cut short. You spread the pre-cum over the head, roughly. He whined, pressing his back against you, tears clinging to his eyes. You rubbed the angry red head, carefully but firmly, earning a choked sob of your name.

“P-please…”

You pressed your lips against his jaw. “Shh.” You only intended on edging him once. If he continued acting like this, you might go full dom on him. You needed to be in control of yourself, for his sake. One by one, you wrapped your fingers around his cock again, this time dictating the pace. Your hand was slick with his pre-cum, adding to the pleasure. You kept the grip solid and tight, making sure to rub just under the head. His eyelids fluttered, moans filling up the store.

“What if someone hears you, Jungkook?” you mumbled against his shoulder, smirking. He cracked his eyes open as you continued jacking him off, fast and hard. His breathing was in short, rapid pants.

“Don’t care,” he whined, eyes fixated on his reflection and his cock pumping in your hand. “Wanna cum so bad, just for you.”

Jungkook, please, you thought, inhaling deeply. He smelled like fresh laundry and pre-cum. Delicious.

“Please… please let me cum for you.”

How could you not give in to his sweet pleas, his eyes finding yours, begging you so earnestly? You increased your pace.

‘You going to cum for me, handsome boy?” you growled. “I’m going to make you cum all over this mirror, all over your pretty reflection.”

Jungkook was becoming a moaning, ruined mess in your hands as you went harder, faster, tighter. His entire body jolted and he threw his head back, screaming your name hoarsely as he came, long, thick strings of white splattering across the mirror. You sucked in a breath, jerking his cock so it shot in different directions. All over his reflection, until it dribbled against the hardwood, dripping fat drops onto the ground.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Jungkook,” you breathed, marveling at the cum sliding down the mirror.

Jungkook slid down, head between your covered breasts. His chest was heaving, hair stuck to his face, lips dry. He nestled against you comfortably. Your hand was covered in cum and a few drops fell onto his muscular thigh.

“I-I’m sorry…” he gasped, cheeks turning pink. “I made a mess.”

You chuckled, petting his hair.

“I’ll just make you clean it with your tongue.”

He whipped his head towards you, but you were smirking at him. You winked.

“Just kidding.”

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part ii.

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