#and go upto him and just take a bite out of his face???

[lost-my-sanity1]

the category is cheek thingey and they're winning it😭

(are they really rivals with THESE materials in them????)

[white-poppie]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ⎯⎯⎯ s.suguru x fem!reader (part 1/?)

SYNOPSIS: You were young, dumb and so in love. There was always this adrenaline rush when you and Suguru were together; harmony, romance and protection. Fate, you called it. Our youth ⎯ you cherished it. But every high ends doesn't it? When Suguru left; the sorcerer society and you, Shoko and Satoru. And you were left with the weight of more than what you could carry. Decisions of your youth, testament of your love. TW: sexual intercourse <not really explicit, but I'll tag it as smut>, Satoru and Shoko being super depressed, heartbreak, abandonment, !!mentions of teen-pregnancy and abortion!!, crying, smoking, suguru being cruel, panic attacks

Series masterlist ── Chapter 2 : Moon Child

"This is the last time." He whispers, his voice hoarse, his lips pressing against the nape of your neck. His large hands grip your waist tightly, his hot breath fanning on your skin as he looks at you, and you feel your chest tighten into knots. "I won't be able to see you again anymore." He says, deftly pulling on the hem of your top.

Your lips part, a shaky breath leaving the warm cavern. You knew this was coming. The way he was spiralling out of despair. His long lashes flutter against his cheek, eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly at the centre of his forehead. His teeth are clenched tightly, a muscle lightly feathers on his jaw. Little lilac veins bedeck the expanse of his pale neck, its a strange hue. Starting with a purple undertone it fades into a soft greenish-blue.

You gulp and remain silent as you wrap your arms around his neck. Shaky breaths, and the rustle of the sheets is the only sound that echoes with the walls of the room. You are hyperaware, as if your brain is wracking hard to absorb every single sensory detail of tonight.

Slowly, he lays you down on the bed, his large and calloused hand coming to cup your cheek, his eyes taking in the sight of you underneath him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, a silent command for you to look him in the eye. "I hope you hate me." He whispers, his chest rising and falling quickly. "If the last thought you have of me is disgust and disdain, I could die a happy man."

You look up at him, your hand clenching the sheets as he removes your t-shirt. Your skin feels frigid under air con, cold blood washing upto your head; your throat is parched. You just wish the world would swallow me down, burn your body with lapping tongues of fire...at least then you would be warm. "I could never hate you..." you manage to croak out, your eyes blankly looking at the ceiling, anywhere but him.

"You're a fool." He whispers quietly, his mouth trailing down your neck, and you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, his fingers dancing along the lace pattern of your black brassiere. "You're so foolish," he whispers again, his other hand grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer. "To love someone and expect them to love you back."

"I know...." You whisper out, its like an invisible hand is constricting your heart. A cruel reminder that it's written in the stars to be an ominous little thing undeserving of any love from anyone.

His voice is quiet, but you can still hear his words ringing in your ears as you feel his hot breath fan over your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You should hate me for leaving you like this, you should scream and yell, you should curse my name," He says, and you feel his teeth gently biting down on your earlobe.

A muffled gasp leaves your mouth at his nibble. You look up at his eyes, a watery smile making its way on your face as he tells you to hate him. "Suguru." You whisper out so lovingly, in a worshipping way, yout eyes so full of devotion and reverence. Even when tears line your eyes, even when his words rip you apart. "Suguru, my love."

His eyes go wide at your soft whisper, and you can feel his hands tighten on your waist as he lowers his head onto your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "Fuck" He whispers out his voice so heavy, you almost think he would cry. "You're so beautiful," He tells you, his voice choked up. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen." He whispers, feverishly moving to unclasp your clothes, throwing it on the ground. His jaw trembles just a little, a shaky breath leaving his mouth.

He buries his face between your chest, fists clenching the fabric of the sheets, just inhaling sharply, you can feel the rough pads of his fingers trail up your sides. His breath is hot, his kisses searing your skin, you feel warm now. Its a given under his smouldering gaze as he looks up at you.

You can't help but whimper softly, hands weaving into his dark locks. His finds purchase on the smooth flesh of your hips, his fingers squeezing gently. "Pretty girl," he whispers under his breath as a strange sensation runs down your spine like you had walked into a lukewarm bath, the water rising till your tailbone. Its a sickly feeling.

His hand trails down, till all your clothes are discarded somewhere in the void, the corners of your eyes are blurry, you can't exactly see anything but him.

You shiver and peer at him, watching him discard his clothing. he's so pretty, you think, like some dark seraph who's wrath was a but too much for the pearly gates and so he fell down....into your bed. A sudden dread claws at your ribs. There would be other woman who would see him like this. Others who he'd use for his vendetta, but regardless they'd see him in all his glory.

His eyes a dark like pools of tar, dripping down and defiling your cherub-blood. You want to sink you teeth into his skin and rip his heart out, cradle it to your chest and never let go. You need him to be yours. Its so unfair.

He pulls you up towards him, his hands settling under your thighs as he spreads your legs on either side of him. A low grumble leaves your mouth as your eyebrows furrow. Your heart hurts in a way that makes you dizzy. Your throat runs dry with this sudden tsunami of emotions that hits your so hard that your ribs hurt.

His breathing is heavy and loud, his eyes staring down at you intently as you look up at him. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he moves slowly, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it almost hurts, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You let out sharp, shaky whimpers. Trembling as your nose reddens, your heart feels like it’s breaking. You are never gonna see him again, feel him again. The world should cease to move.

He holds you close to his chest, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming out in a hot, heavy puff, fanning your skin with each passing moment.

Your hands shiver, and throat becomes so dry that its hard to breathe. You can't breathe. You can't let him go. The stoicness you had maintained to not look pathetic, to not cry in front of him when he was abandoning you. Its all crumbling down at this intimacy. This warmth has you feeling so vulnerable that you want to curl up and burrow to hide myself. A soft sob leaves your mouth as tears melt down from your eyes at the slightest bit of his warmth, breathlessly.

He freezes at the sound of your sob, his body stilling completely as he looks down at you. His hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear that threatens to fall. His eyes soften as he looks at you, his breathing slowing down as he gazes at you in wonder. His thumb trails across your skin and wipes another tear that threatens to fall, the look in his eyes heartbreaking as he looks at you.

And beyond that, you can't help the stream of soft sobs that you try so hard to stifle. You rest my arm over my eyes to stop looking, to stop feeling. Your shoulders tremble as all the indifference you were putting up, shatters down painfully.

His eyes go blank, and it’s as if everything comes crashing down around the two of you. He tries to stay strong, he truly does - but watching you cry like this, hearing the sounds you make as you try and hold it in, it’s almost too much. He pulls you up towards him, his arms encircling around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

You cry out against his skin, your fingers tremble as your arms firmly wrap around him, afraid to let him go. Your stomach churns, and body burns. You want it to be a terrible dream. "Don't go." You cry out pathetically, sobbing. "Please don't go."

He stiffens, his arms tightening around your middle as he hears you say that. Your plea is like a knife in his heart, and he can’t help the way his arms tighten around you, as if trying to cling on to something that’s about to slip away. "Don’t…” He whispers out, his voice rough. “I told you… don’t make this harder than it already is," he says, his voice choked up. The pain in your voice is enough to break his heart, and he can’t help but feel utterly horrible as he holds you in his arms - but he can’t change his mind, he can’t stay with you, he can’t allow himself to get too attached to you. He already is, but he refuses to admit it, to even acknowledge the possibility of it.

And before you know it, your eyebrows furrow as you are lain back down again, a feathered gasp of pleasure and the pain that grips your heart leaves your throat.

He gasps as he looks down at you, your moans making his heart flutter with something almost akin to love. He leans forward, his face mere inches away from yours as his breath fans over your skin, and in a moment of weakness, he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

And you unravel. He feels his heart ache as he looks at you, unable to stop the feelings that flood his chest, making his emotions go into overdrive. He leans down and presses his lips against your skin, kissing a trail down your neck as he whispers soft words of praise into the crook of your neck.

You pant as your eyes flutter in tiredness, hand coming to tuck the strand of his hair behind his ear. You can't sleep...you are scared to sleep. He'll dissapear.

He slumps against your body, his breathing coming out in heavy, laboured pants, his heart racing at a rapid pace in his chest. He stays like that, his fingers trailing up your back aimlessly, feeling the smooth expanse of your skin under his fingertips. For a moment, he imagines this is their life, that he could have the privilege of waking up next to you, caress your skin and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But that can’t happen. He knows that, no matter how hard his heart is beating or how loud his mind begs him to stay.

You sniffle softly and he shifts, letting you bury face in his chest, your tears hollowing him again. He's leaving you, Satoru, Shoko...its all memories now. He has a greater purpose, he'll raise a Jujutsu only world. The world is far too cruel for people like you...its his way of protecting you.

He lays in bed for a long, long time, holding you close to his chest. He watches you for hours, his heart pounding in his ears as he listens to your breathing, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheek, the way your mouth opens just a bit when you breathe. He memorizes every inch of your face, the way you look when asleep, the way your face softens when you’re in your most vulnerable state. He looks at you for hours, before gently untangling your hand from his arm and getting out of bed.

You wake up hours later at Shoko's phone call. Your eyes fluttering as you answer her sleepily.

"Hm?"

"Y/N, Suguru's killed 152 civillians, including his parents. He's left." She says and your breath hitches. You look around the room, heart racing when you don't see him. It wasn't a dream. He was here, he left. You could've stopped this massacre from happening. You could've convinced him. You could've killed him. It was your duty as a sorcerer when you knew what he would do.

You end the call and sit like that for hours, crying and sobbing into the sheets that still smell like him, the faint trace of his cologne sticking to the sheets long after he's gone. You stay there, unable to move, unable to bring yourself to get out of bed and face the empty apartment without him in it, facing the fact that he's gone. You cry until your throat is raw, and your eyes sting, and you can only hiccup and sob quietly into the sheets. Suguru Geto is a cruel, cold-blooded murderer.

Days turn to weeks, you feel yourself get paler, wearier. It was pathetic in some way to be this despondent after a heartache, but here you were. You try to get on with your life; you, Shoko and Satoru; working as Jujutsu students during the day, but no one talks about the loneliness that claws at the three of you during the nights. No one even mentions him, its painfully obvious how the topics are shifted at the slightest mention of him...

You sigh, resting your head against the wall of the infirmary tiredly as the smell of the nicotine and smoke from Shoko's cig permeates through the room. Its nauseating.

"Shoko, can you not smoke?" you grumble in frustration and Shoko briefly glances at you, before continuing to smoke.

You take a deep shaky breath as you look at her with your eyes furrowed. "Shoko. put the cigarette down." You punctuate and she frowns but either way puts the cigarette down on the ashtray with a scoff.

"You are being a bitch right now." She scoffs as she walks towards you, leaning against the wall where you are sitting down.

"Well I am sorry if the smell is making me feel sick." You sigh, running your hands through your hair and she hums, her eyes briefly flickering to the wallpaper on your flip-phone, a picture of you and Suguru she herself had clicked on his last birthday.

"Did you eat since the morning?" she asks casually and you close your eyes, shaking your head.

"Didn't feel like it." You mutter before you feel her cool hand against your forehead, seeing if you are warm.

"I do not have a fever Suguru-- I mean Shoko." you correct yourself, but your voice dies down a whisper at your error. Her eyes soften lightly at your words and she sighs, plopping down on the floor next to you.

The two of you sit in silence for several minutes. The faint whirr of the infirmary fridge and light ticks of the wall clock being the only dominating sounds in the room.

"Have you ben sleeping?" she asks quietly and you let out a mirthless snigger.

"Can't remember the last time I did." you say and she breathes out.

"Me neither," she says, shifting her hands and resting them on her knees

"Shoko..." you croak out, gulping slightly. The sound immediately draws her attention as she whips her head towards you. "I missed my cycle..." you say and your voice wavers like a little sapling underneath a harsh storm.

Her eyes widen, slowly, gradually as it hits. She sucks a deep breath about to say something before the infirmary door opens harshly, Satoru holding two dango sticks in his hand, on the door sill.

"Yo." he says and you sigh, looking back at Shoko. Satoru's smile falters slightly as he looks at the both of you, noticing the tense atmosphere in the room. He looks at Shoko with a questioning look, his eyes then flicking over to you. Satoru had always been a brilliant observer, almost too brilliant. He frowns slightly at the way your face looks as you look at him, the look on your face making his heart feel heavy. "What's wrong?"

"I think I have kept some spare pregnancy tests in the infirmary." she says and Satoru's eyes widen he feels this strange sense of dread wash over him as he looks at you, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach. "Wait...what?"

You look at Shoko get up and fetch them from the drawers. Satoru looking between the two of you anxiously. His blue eyes softened in worry.

You take the kits from Shoko and shakily gulp, looking at her as you sigh. It felt dystopian, taking a few deep breaths you walk into the washroom and follow the instructions, waiting for the three sticks to turn out.

Your breath seemed logdged in your throat. No matter how much your tried, it felt stuck. Suguru...you needed him. You needed your lover to take care of you, press you to his chest, whispering sweet-nothings. "Everything will be okay. Whatever decision you make I am going to be by your side, forever."

You gulp and look at the three sticks. Positive. All of them. Not even a single a negative one. Its always said these sticks are not a good measure for pregnancy test, but here there are all of them positive. Even if one turned out to be erroneous, the majority still said positive.

You felt your world shift in its axis...no- it stilled, completely. Your pbottom lip trembled as a soft hiccup left your throat, and as soon as that, a harsh knock rebounded on the door, making you flinch.

"Y/N?" Gojo sounded. He seemed frantic, panicked, worried. "Is everything alright?" You couldn't speak, little cries taht you tried so hard to stiffle left your mouth.

You could hear Satoru take a sharp breath outside, followed by Shoko's muffled voice. All at once he opened the door, his cerulean pupil shrunken as he looked at the three tests on the slab.

"Shit..." He gasped, his hand flying to his mouth as he hesitantly looked at you. His heart shattering at the sight of you so small, crying, shaking. Immediately he envolved his arms around you, pressing you to his chest...

"Its okay, its fine," he whispered but his own voice was shaky. Never in his life had he momentarily detested Suguru so much. He wanted to search every corner of the world, slap him and bring him back to you.

Shoko frowns slightly, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides. "Do you..." She hesitates for a moment, looking at you and Satoru before she continues. "Do you want to keep it?" She asks you softly, her eyes flickering down to your stomach for a moment before looking back at your face. "You know it's your choice...it's your body. No one can force you to keep it if you don't want to."

You gulp sharply, your shoulders shivering against Satoru's broad chest. Your baby, you and Suguru's baby...you couldn't possibly give it up! You were a healer, your job was to save lives! How could you give on the testament of your and Suguru's love?

"No...I am keeping them." You whisper with an anguished look, parting from Satoru.

Shoko sighs softly as she looks at you with a conflicted look on her face. She knew that deep down, that's what you were going to decide. She knew that you could never get rid of the one thing that was keeping you tied to Suguru forever. No matter how hard your heart will ache every time you look at the child growing in your stomach, the child that looks or acts like him, the one thing that can keep him in your life forever. Shoko can tell from the bittersweet look on your face: you are going to keep this baby.

Satoru's heart aches at your words, the reality of the situation crashing down on his shoulders all at once. Here you are, pregnant with Suguru's baby, and Suguru isn't going to be here to see the baby. He isn't going to be here to help you with your cravings and your hormones, or to be there by your side, holding your hand as you scream and cry during birth. He isn't going to be there to see the baby's first steps, or the first time they say 'daddy'.

You couldn't help but look back at your phone's wallpaper, only to be interjected by Satoru.

"That kid is going to know how to curse people before they even know the times table." He says with a proud grin. Shoko sighs softly at Satoru's ridiculous declaration and rolls her eyes. "I'll teach them to get on your nerves before they're even born."

You let out a shaky breath and nod, tears rolling down your eyes. It was going to be terribly hard, you know that, but the burden would be slightly less with Shoko and Satoru on your side.

"Don't cry..." Satoru murmurs, wiping your tears with his thumb, "It'll be alright, you'll be a great mom." He says, his big cerulean eyes pooling with adoration as he looks at you.

Continued.

11 months later.... ── Chapter 2 : Moon Child

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[hoeforhao]

RED AND CREAM ✨️🧨🎈🩸Wonwoo Oneshot

pairing : military official wonwoo × fem!reader

genre : pwp, pure smut

warnings : mention of blood, unprotected sex ( wrap it up guys ) , creampie, abusive talks, minors DNI

author's note : so umm I kind of wrote this smut for someone but then thought why not post it with wonwoo in mind. Bear with the he(s) pls.

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As he stood there looking at her with dark clouded eyes with his hair all messed up from the intense fight, blood dripping down his knuckles onto his black boots, she saw the devil in him. The devil staring at her, telling her that he has finally came for his daughter. That he has finally found his worthy offspring to spread his bloodied rays into the world.

Stepping close to him, she looks into his red burning eyes as if she's gonna light him up on fire that very moment, as if she's going to draw out those popping veins in his eyes with her red nails.

Pushing his legs apart with hers she stands between them with her black heels on while her hands take his fist in hers and gently swipe off the blood off of them with her fingers and put them into her craving mouth, gently sucking onto them as if giving him the temptation of how she would treat his dick so good yet so rough between her cavities.

All this time her knees move up and down his already tightening up crotch, sometimes pushing it a bit too hard earning muffled up moans from him. Because he's a man. He cannot show how weak and needy his woman is making him feel now. Being done with sucking off all of his enemy's blood and injecting it into her system, her hands now move upto his neck to hold it tight and firm in place while her lips curve up into a satanic smile.

She quickly brings her mouth up to the bone protruding so prominent out of his neck and instantly plants her teeth onto the skin, pulling it with her canines making tears swell up in his eyes from the intense sting.

"If you thought I'll let his blood infuse into kine and make me impure, you're so wrong honey. I'll make sure that yours takes control on his and completely overpowers him. I want to see you overpower each and every individual on the face of this planet and be at the very top" and with that she bites into his skin at animalistic force and draws out blood like a vampire feasting on its meal after ages. As if a blood thirsty demon got the first taste of vanilla sweet blood burning with rage finally on her lips, all the while he cannot touch her or do anything to her because he was pinned down.

But she very well knew that she would be overturned in a minute if he truly tried for it. Having had enough of his woman being a brat he finally engulfed her legs by his and pushed her down onto the floor. He stood tall before her, while she lay on the cold marble with a sinister smirk knowing quite well what was coming next.

Bending down to her level the very first instinct he had was to rip off ever piece of clothing from her body, making her completely naked infront of the beast that was now to feast on the vulnerable little prey infront of him. Having his legs placed on both sides of her shaking ones, he took her lips in his. And no it was not a gentle kiss at all. It was a hungry, desperate one. One to prove how he will always have the upper hand over her, how she will just be a playtoy under him.

While his teeth pulled onto her lower lips, popping the slender veins there making blood drip down the corner of her mouth, his hands played with her boobs. More appropriately abused them. His nails drew deep and sharp around her supple jiggly skin, leaving behind deep rooted tracks of his invasion onto her body and soul and mind.

Shifting from her lips, he now focuses on slapping the living shit out of her breasts, earning constant pleas of mercy from her, knowing that the undertone in them was nothing but her asking for more brutality.

When he's finally done abusing her chest, leaving it all red with his hand prints, as if something turns in him and he gently places his mouth on her nipples and suckles onto it like a child feeding on his mother. But oh well isn't his entire persona deceiving? While his mouth work like a complete gentleman around her mounds, his fingers find her throbbing clit and aggressively rubs it's like it's some sort of enemy he needs slain down.

Her eyes rolled from the intense pain and pleasure that her body was feeling at the same time. She licks off her own blood from her mouth and slightly pushes up her head as if to see what is happening to her bare body, only to find that it's a red hill down there. Every part of her skin is burning aflame. And in that very painful moment, he quickly unzips the tent in his pants and brings out his rock hard dick to now graze up and down her sloppy cunt.

Never giving her the pleasure to feel him inside her, while she claws out his toned back, he slaps the tip of his dick onto her throbbing pussy and sometimes teases her hole with it by pressing it a bit down and taking it out immediately. Not being able to take the torment anymore she takes things into her hand and harshly slaps him across the face.

That was his last string. How dare a bitch have the audacity to slap a man like him. And with that he presses himself in her in seconds without any warning, without giving her the time to even adjust to him.

"You wanted it so bad you whore hmm? How you like daddy's dick tearing up your walls into shreds now huh" he runts into her soft delicate hole like a complete animal gone feral, like a tiger getting a good meat after days.

He could see tears rolling down her eyes onto the floor from his intense thrusts, him completely ruining her pussy for the new few days so that she remembers he is who she belongs to, every inch of her body belongs to him and is only for him to ravish and eat and feast on.

With one more push down her cunt, he feels his high riding him as he releases all his anger, frustration into her, making his cum ooze out of her swelled up walls, mixed with some traces of blood from the intense abuse.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Thinking of Younger step-brother Gojo.

CW: Female reader with big boobs. Stepcest. Gojo being a pervert. Mild manipulation? Putting a warning just in case.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who's a bit too close to you. It was cute when you were kids, but now as adults, everyone raises an eyebrow as he continues to stick to you so closely. But you don't mind. You adore your younger brother and knew he'd move on with his life eventually, so you appreciated the time you spent together.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who comes up behind you while you're cooking and hugs you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you to his chest. He leans down and places sweet kisses on your neck, tongue peaking out to give it kitten licks. And if you tell him it's weird and that younger brother's shouldn't kiss their big sister's like that- he convince you that you're wrong and that it isn't a big deal since you're step siblings, afterall.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who still winds up in your bed in the morning, fast asleep with his face on your chest, despite him going to bed in his own room. You had told him multiple times that he couldn't just sneak into your room to sleep next to you, but in the moment, you don't have the heart to kick him out- not when he looks so adorable and peaceful, his arms wrapped around you as he uses you as his pillow.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who convinces you one day to show him your tits, despite you knowing his excuse was complete nonsense. "I've never seem a woman's boobs, Nee-san." he says, despite the fact that his friend Geto has told you about Gojo sleeping around, "All of my friends make fun of me for it. Please? Show me yours?" he gives you the saddest puppy dog eyes and you relent as you just can't say no to that face, his sparkling blue eyes making you forget any protest you might have had.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who nods enthusiastically when you told him that he could only look- not touch. You bite down your embarrassment as you pull your shirt upto your chin, taking your bra with you, as your tits pop out of their confines, settling down with a bounce. His eyes widen, a smile on his face as he stares at your chest, mouth open and watering, not blinking as he looks at your tits like they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who doesn't waste a single second once you nod your head, mouth open and latching onto a breast hungrily. You squeal from the sensation, Gojo's moans and grunts of satisfaction from finally sucking your nipples traveling up your body, making you tremble. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you still and not letting you leave as he lavishes your breasts with skill that turned your legs into putty.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who inches his face closer and closer, making you blush as he says: "You're nipples are getting hard, Nee-san. It's so cute."

"R-Remember!" You say, jumping as you feel his hot breath against your skin, his nose almost touching said nipple "O-Only looking."

"Can I taste, Nee-san? Please?"

"Satoru-"

"Nee-san's tits are so pretty- it's not fair! You can't just show me your boobs and tell me to keep my hands off."

"But you agreed-"

"But I didn't think Nee-san's breasts would be so perfect!" he whined, with an adorable pout on his face, "I thought I would be able to hold back- but I can't. Please, Nee-san. Let me suck your tits? I'll make you feel good, I promise."

Younger stepbrother Gojo who sucks your nipples like his life depended on it. While he sucked on one, rolling it around with his tongue before giving it a few playful nibbles, he pinches the other one with his hand, twisting the bud between his fingers, loving the way you yelp in pain, your voice so sweet as you ask him to be gentle.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who pushes your tits together before stuffing his face into the cleavage and shaking his head from side to side, loving the clap of your tits against his face. You whine as he greedily motor-boated you, not giving you a second to breathe as he immediately start licking the valley of your breasts, the man eager to taste ever part of you.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who's finally satiated an hour later, biting his lower lip once he pulls away and sees what a mess he made of you. Your chest is littered with bite marks and hickies, slick with his saliva from licking you all over and your pretty, sensitive nipples were sucked raw- bite marks surrounding them as they trembled from how much he toyed with them.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who pulls you against him, hands on your ass as he presses your bodies together, smiling at your gasp as you felt his hard-on rub against you. He snuggles his nose into your hair and takes a deep breath, enjoying your scent. He could tell that you were turned on as well, your cunt no doubt drenched from his relentless attack on your tits.

Younger stepbrother Gojo who whispers: "Nee-san..." his hands slipping into the hem of your pants by your hips, slowly starting to pull them down, "Nee-san, I have never seen a woman's pussy and my friends make fun of me. Can you help me? Can I see your pussy?"

Young stepbrother Gojo who's a total pervert for his big sister and knows exactly how to get what he wants.

[joyoushyuck]

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00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn't seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference. He is wearing his glasses and that white Celine shirt he loves to wear on special occasions. His long hair curls at his nape, a few curly strands beautifully swaying at the front. You would call him gorgeous if it wasn't for the pressing situation at hand. He walks past you into the kitchen and extracts a water bottle from the fridge. You flinch when he slams the door shut.

“Donghyuck,” you try. He chugs the water down, ignoring you. “Donghyuck list-”

A thud, water on your feet and a gasp leaving your mouth, and Donghyuck storms past you back into the bedroom. The blue baby shark bottle lays a few inches away from your legs with a broken hinge and a crack near the top.

You bite your lips in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You brought this on yourself, you have no right to cry. If forgetting your anniversary was not enough of a fault, you went on to blame it on your workload and blame him for being upset. Not your smartest move.

Dejected, you walk back to the couch and lay down. You haven't slept properly in ages, you really were preoccupied with an important project at work, but even that isn't a good reason to stop doing the bare minimum. Donghyuck's anger is justified.

You don't have a blanket; no amount of hugging yourself provides you the warmth that Donghyuck’s body exudes. The pit of your stomach feels hollow with dread; the guilt weighs you down and threatens to swallow your being. After an hour of twisting and turning, you give up on the idea of sleep. There's no way you can sleep peacefully without resolving this conflict. Your throat constricts and heart sinks at the prospect of Donghyuck ending this relationship for his own good.

So you walk up to the door resolutely. If Donghyuck continues to give you the silent treatment, you know your resolve will take a hit pretty soon. However, doing something to show that you care is better than doing nothing.

“Hyuck,” you start, only to hear your voice crack. It pains you as much as it pains him to have landed in such a predicament. “I'm sorry, Donghyuck, it's my fault. Please, just open the door.”

You are met with silence. Did he fall asleep already? It seemed unlikely but you couldn't rule out the possibility.

“Hyuck, are you awake? Baby? Just please answer me.”

Still no response. But then, something drops, and you hear the old bed squeak, his feet shuffle and the spring in your mattress dip. So he's awake.

“Donghyuck, love, please talk to me.” You cringe at the desperation in your own voice. “I am sorry, I know I fucked up Hyuck. Shout at me, hit me, just-”

You clutch your hair, your back sliding against the door and butt hitting the cold floor. A shiver runs down your spine. Was it winter already?

“Just don't be quiet, please.”

You bury your face in your hands in a last ditch attempt to keep the sobs under control. It didn't seem to be working in your favour. The stress at work seems to be finally catching upto you as well. Donghyuck needs space. He doesn't need you annoying him now when all this could have been prevented had you been more mindful of your actions. You accept your fate and curl into a bundle, deciding to give it a rest for now.

That's how Donghyuck finds you a few hour laters.

You are hugging your knees close to your chest, head resting uncomfortably on the hard floor. When he takes a closer look, he can see the dried streak of tears on your cheek. You are trembling, and he realises you haven't even switched the heater on. Something in him breaks at the sight of you like this.

“Hey, baby,” he gently taps your cheek to wake you up. “Baby, you can't sleep here, come in.”

You make a little noise. He is met with the uncontrollable urge to coo at you, but stops himself given the situation.

“Wake up doll,” he tries again. “You are going to have a terrible back pain at this rate.”

You blink your eyes open sluggishly after a few moments. Donghyuck isn't wearing his glasses anymore and his hair is mussed up. “Hyuck?” You ask, your sleep muddled brain still not catching up. “Is everything alright?”

Donghyuck sighs, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, no matter what you did.

“Come sleep on the bed baby. We'll talk about the rest in the morning. Come in now.”

[suguru-getos]

Honkai Star Rail men when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back | Genre: Fluff ♥️

Characters included: Dan Heng, Sampo Koski, Jing Yuan, Blade

Dan Heng:

“I love you” the soft coo that came out of Dan Heng’s voice when you made him his favorite meal, especially when he was sick was remarkably cute. You smiled back, urging him to take another bite when you noticed a bland, poker faced expression, something Trailblazer and March 7 were already used to, plastered all over his face.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes and wanting to tease him a bit more; clearing your throat— “What is it? Did you not like the taste of the soup I made?”

Dan Heng could swear he knew what you were upto, pushing his buttons so easily. He both, hated and loved how much control you had over him. Raising a brow, squinting as if you’d just eaten the last slice of his favorite pizza, he cleared his throat again. “I, love, you.”

As if he’s waiting for his examination results, Dan Heng looked at you, eagerly waiting for a response from your parted lips.

…Silence

“I swear if you don’t—”

“Aww, I love you too Dan Heng,” you cooed, kissing his forehead giving up as soon as his pouting became prominent. A victorious huff escaped him as he begrudgingly sipped another spoon of the soup.

Sampo Koski:

“Come on, baby—” Sampo was following you throughout the house like a lost pup. He had only one ask of you tonight, to forgive him for bailing out of the date you planned at the very last minute.

“You know I’d never— purposely do that! Things got— eh, things just got weird and hard to handle, try to understand. Sampo Koski always stays by his friends’ side, then you? You are my significant other!” You scoffed, trying to hide a smile that came at you dauntingly after hearing him confess his love to you.

“Baby, I love you.” He mumbled, almost whining it like a child as he snakes his arms behind you, hugging you against his large frame.

You didn’t respond, even though you had no issues saying it back. You just liked how he was all over the place to make things normal. You really loved that about Sampo. “Please please pleaseeeeee! Say it back.” Sampo begged, kissing your cheek and chanting phrases about how it’ll never happen again.

“Sheesh, I love you too Sampo.” You finally gave up with a chuckle.

“I love you, I love you~ that’s my baby!”

Jing Yuan:

You had been dating the Cloud General for a while now, had it been a fun ride? Certainly not, but his presence does light up your life significantly. It’s safe to say that you both have a ‘pull each other’s leg’ relationship.

“I love you, my divine perfection.” Jing Yuan softly cooed, relishing the time you both got to spend together, in each other’s arms. After being busy for what felt like an eternity.

You hummed in approval, no response other than that. Jing Yuan kissed your shoulder, hands soothingly caressing your arms as he mumbled, “Do you not love me back? Little menace~” you smirked, chuckling at his response, he did want you to say it back. He wanted that— adorably bad.

“Mhm~ I do.” You played along a little bit more, biting your lip and bursting into a fit of laughter when he ticked you softly.

“Then say it back!”

“Alright! Alright! I love you too—” you managed to form barely a sentence, finally letting him hear those words and bask in them

Blade:

You and Blade had decided to spar together today, him being reckless and dangerous as always, only when it’s you— he’s careful. Pinning you against the wall, he leaned in, relishing the fact that you both had been at it for hours now, gasping for air. “I love you”

Blade and feelings didn’t go hand in hand, but the very fact that he’s been so open with you? Makes you want to be a tease. “Oh yeah?” You smirked, raising a brow and whispering. “Good for you.”

A hand that caged you against the wall, softly squeezed the sides of your neck. “Say it back little brat.” Blade also, had a smirk and a motive to brat tame you for it if needed.

You looked at him with absolute adoration. Hands snaking to hold his which were resting onto the curve of your neck. “Make me-”

Things were getting heated up, that’s when you heard something Blade wouldn’t say so easily. “Please?”

“Oh fuck- I love you too baby,” You cupped his face and leaned in with a kiss, knowing completely well you’d be destroyed by him later. ;) Not that you’re complaining.

[xerotiny99]

Trouble in Paradise // Our Precious #3

Trouble in Paradise (Our precious series 3)

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Warning: smut, dom!yunho, sub!reader, bits of food play (a little disgusting if you aren't into that kinda thing), frottage (non-penetrative sex), cunnilingus (oral sex), nipple/breast simulation, dirty talk & degradation (ofc, because Yunho's really got a foul mouth on him, and we like it <I need therapy>).

Note: do not proceed if you're uncomfortable or triggered by mentioned tags. Please, if you're really grossed out by "transferring" food from one's mouth to another's, then do not proceed. (Here, it's just strawberries, tho. So totally upto you 💀)

Gist: after the deliberate game night, you're left to contemplate about Jongho's and his flatmates' proposition of being their fucktoy. If that wasn't enough of an issue for you, a phone call from your parents leaves you in a mess. And the only way to relax during your hard times is something you know Yunho does all too well.

Word Count: 12,686

  "So, have you thought about it?"

You bite your lip, obviously contemplating every word of his.

"You know, Jongho just asked me about it a couple of days ago." you stifle a groan and shake your head, "agreed you all are very eager to have me on board, but I'm going to need some time to think, right?"

You take a deep breath, listening to his deep voice murmuring, "and we don't mind how long you take to give us your ultimatum. Of course, I am aware of the kind of plight you're put through. So, don't sweat it and don't make a decision you would end up regretting, okay?"

The grin on your face widens when you let his words sink in; well, he was right. But there was something which was quite tedious to figure out.

"Can I ask you something, Yunho?"

Hearing him lowly hum against your ear, you resist every urge to stuff your hand in between your legs; you roll over your stomach and grab a pillow to hold it under your chest. Your lethargic body relaxes almost immediately when you feel the soft coziness of the pillow and silk sheets draped over your bed. The mattress sinks once again when you move, shifting on your back to stare at the bland ceiling before pushing your phone closer to your ear.

Your heart thumped in your chest, words itching to be said, somehow balancing off the tip of your tongue yet having no grit to let them out. This question, the supposed doubt you had in your mind was troubling you ever since Jongho dropped you off at your dorms the next day of your game night. It was a fiddling question, not too serious or brooding, yet you had your conscience tied in a knot over it. The after-bearing sentiments of your proposed 'bargain' had been irking you to your ultimate limits.

What if, keeping a sex exclusive relationship with the people you barely know, turns out to be the worst decision of your life?

Or, what if your feelings come into play with this superficial relationship?

It may seem crazy, but spending only a week with Yunho had already made you sublime; you could only dream of experiencing the better half of a relationship because Yunho was certainly the boyfriend material, the exact kind you had been craving for years. As truth would have it, and as it would sting your morales, you had couple of exes who were shitty and contemptibly obnoxious. So, now that you had a man who was ticking off every single wish on your list, the profuse quandaries were messy.

"Princess, did you fall asleep?" he teases you through the phone, his tone making you envisage him smirking.

You might as well—after a hectic day of chemistry lectures coming into a play for your lethargy and hebetude, you certainly didn't mind letting off some steam before falling sleep.

"No, I'm here. I'm just..." you trail off, "...I'm thinking of ways to voice my thoughts."

"Have I ever judged you? Even though for the past week you've told me some really disturbing shit," he laughs, and you retaliate, "and don't act as if you didn't enjoy as much as I did narrating it to you."

"I did. I did," his laughter wrings out to a sigh, "don't think too much, okay? Be openly honest with me, ask me what you want to."

"I don't want to ruin your grocery store trip," you let out a soft titter and could picture him rolling his eyes, "understandable, because grocery shopping is all rainbows and unicorns anyway."

"If you had me there with you, it would've been fun," you mumble, turning on your side to stare the dingy wall of your dorm room.

"If that was the case, we'd probably not even make it to the store." He adds, "and we do not want to piss Seonghwa off. He's not pretty when he gets mad."

You drawl on your lower lip and squeeze your thighs together, "it's hard to believe, but okay."

"Ask, Angel." His stern and commanding tone makes your heart palpitate faster in your chest, fluttering sparks in your pussy as you prepare yourself to question him, "okay, it's a simple question, so...why me?"

"Why you, as in why we asked you to be our fucktoy?" he muses and you groan softly yet again, rolling back on your stomach to hold the pillow tighter under your chest.

"Yes. Why me? Why not someone else—maybe Wooyoung's friend, or San's or you know, Mingi's even." You grit your teeth, nervously chomping on your cheek to rid your anxiety.

Yunho chuckles, heartily, very proudly so because he wasn't sure if he had heard you right or not. "Do you think those losers have any girlfriends, Angel?"

"Why not?" you let a smile fleet on your lips.

"Because Wooyoung is a manwhore, he's slept with entire female population in his department and if it isn't obvious, I'm not interested in someone who could be a prospect carrier for herpes," he titters still, "I'm not slut-shaming him, but—ah well fuck it! I am slut-shaming him. Not my fault, he is a pathetic excuse for a human because hit and run is his specialty. Now, you tell me why any of his casualties would agree to our demands, let alone would want to sleep with us?"

You shake your head, trapping your lower lip with your teeth. "I get it. So, am I supposed to feel special?"

"Hmm, I'd rather consider myself lucky to have a cum-slut like you." you squeeze your thighs again, remembering the two nights you had spent with him. "Hold on a moment, let me park my car first."

You hum, restless and exhausted; your day hadn't been decorous since the morning, and considering you had two consecutive chemistry sessions today, you were definitely drained of your frisky energy. Yet, there's something about Yunho and talking to him while he drives around the town to get to the grocery store; at this point you questioned your motives and abilities—why were you getting turned on by a man driving his car to the store?

Maybe because it was very much attractive in your mind. Him, driving a hatchback (probably, you hadn't seen what car he drives), wearing a dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black shades on his eyes, the dainty rattling bracelets he usually adorns around his wrist—to conclude, the picture you were painting in your mind was the cause of your panties getting drenched.

Silence engulfs you, not necessarily, you could catch up on the soft shuffling sounds his clothes, or even his delicate grunts as he puts the car in park and gets out, slamming the door behind him. Although, there's a momentary hush when his phone gets disconnected from the car Bluetooth; he holds his phone close to his ear, while he straightens out a stray crease falling on his shirt near his waist.

"Angel?" he calls out, breaking your trance of staring at your study desk adjoining your bed, "you're still on line. Are you...?"

"I'm here, I did not fall asleep, though I think I might because of the very tiring day I've had." You pout, shifting on your bed to rest against the headboard, while you bring your legs to your chest.

Yunho chuckles, "ah my dear princess, I am coming over after I'm done with this tedious task. You're not gonna get much sleep then. I'd suggest you take a nap till I get done here."

"Oh." you bite your lips, glancing down at your chest. "Wake me up when you get here, and ah—p-s, I'm not wearing anything under my dress."

You hear him let out a breathy chortle, more like a scoff which taunts you into slipping your free hand to the hem of your silk dress. Coming back from the university, you were too exhausted to care about your outfit. You simply put on a coral shaded silk babydoll which barely covered your ass, with spaghetti straps and called it a day—of course, by also abandoning the underwear. So, you were practically naked under the flimsy silk dress, your breasts loose and hanging, your nipples taut from the friction and they really did poke through the material of your dress.  Both of you are quiet for a minute, but then you're also deeply submerged in the thoughts of him coming to your dorm room and fucking you. An annoying chime of bell dings in the background, followed by a soft sound of mechanical doors sliding open—that brings you down to earth, and so does his grumbling voice.

"An open invitation for me to wreck you in any way I want?" he muses, tittering as he moves past the doors and grabs himself a cart. "Princess, you better know what you're getting yourself into. I won't be gentle."

His warning only makes you wetter, your hand slithering past the hem of your dress to trace your fingers on your wet and slick folds. Biting back a whimper when the warmth of your fingers melts around your skin, you take a deep breath and throw your head behind. You knew your breathing would sound wispy to him if you tried to speak but you couldn't control yourself from not uttering a word.

"Yun—you can do—ahh..." you stutter, pressing your fingers against your mound, just above your clit, "I'll be waiting."

"Is my princess touching herself to the thought of me fucking her raw again?" he slurs his words, merely in a whisper considering he was in public. You were deaf to the somber tunes playing in the mart, you were too busy controlling your raspy breath because your desires were flaming you out.

"Yes..."

Yunho lets out a laugh and shakes his head, muttering under his breath then, "can't wait to taste that tight little cunt of yours. Rest well, princess."

He's the one to hang up on you; rather than throwing an imaginary fit, your mind is filled with the images of his cock straining in his pants as he meanders through the aisles of the supermarket. You might be too over in your head, but the exhaustion was slowly crawling up your spine. In no time you find yourself slipping against the headboard and slumping yourself properly in the bed. And in the few passing minutes, your eyes close and you're drifting away into your dreamland.

Dreamland. An alternate universe where you were living your wildest fantasies—maybe a little too realistically. The resonating voice of Yunho and his words were dwelling on your mind. Your imagination was coming to life, nonetheless in your dream. Soon, you're breathing out whimpers of desperation, squeezing your thighs together and murmuring your moans; you never thought you'd be having wet dreams, but you weren't fazed by the unpredictability. The tingling sensation in your pussy only grows when you envision Yunho with his head buried in between your legs, licking and lapping his tongue in your slit, over and over again.

A harsh tug at your lungs makes you breathe deeply, eyes squinting to the imaginary pleasure you were experiencing—with your brows scrunched together, you knew you were pooling in your lingerie. Though, in your dreams, Yunho doesn't stop, and it feels too real to not react to it; however, in the dark corner of your mind, you feel another presence.

Jongho.

The grinning man stands behind Yunho, arms folded over his chest, lips quivering with his eyes fixated on Yunho. Him watching Yunho eat you out was a turn on you didn't think you'd have. But there he was, with his twinkling gaze not once wavering off of you two. Why was it so hot? Why...? Out of the blue, a knot tied itself in your stomach and your guts loosen; the urge to just let go crosses your hazy mind but you try to hold it in. Until it gets too hard to bear and you're jerked out of your sleep.

You don't know how long it has been but when your eyes crack open, you're in direct contact with your open window and furling curtains. The space holds a beguiling view of the evening merging with the night, dark at the seams and bright in the middle. Purple and orange hues mixing together to a crisp shade of the fore-night; you're immersed in admiring the sky, too much to realize you had been holding yourself in. Though when the dire need starts tickling your stomach again, you rush out of your bed and head to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

Once your conscious clears out, you notice several things which have been cluttering your mind. One, you had a wet dream about Yunho and Jongho, two people you never thought you'd ever dream of. Two, as you're staring at your reflection in the mirror, you discern a wet patch on your dress, right near your lap; the dress must've been wedged in between your thighs when you were having that sensual dream. Three, you are really horny. Really really horny. Which sort of reminds you of yours and Yunho's conversation before you dozed off to sleep.

Biting your lip, you get out of the bathroom and dump yourself on the edge of the bed. Your eyes glance over at your desk to read the time on your alarm clock. 5:56 pm, it read, almost 6:00 pm you thought and heaved out a sigh. You run a hand through your hair and stroke out the tangles with your fingers. Searching for your phone, you find it near your pillow and grab it in a haste. When you watch the screen blare with the notifications, your breath hitches in your throat and then delves deeper down in your stomach.

Ten missed calls from your mom.

"Fuck," you curse under your breath and dial her number.

The ring resonates in your ear, infuriating and anxiety striking; yet you listen to it till it echoes out into the obnoxious droid voice telling you the 'number you've dialed is unavailable. Please try again'. You huff and call again but are met with the same outcome as before and it continues on for the next ten attempts you make to call her. Giving up at what you could remember as your twelfth try, you throw your phone aside and let the anxiety eat you out. How ironic was that, in your dreams it was Yunho, and in reality, it's your own mom.

You were certainly restless, weaving all these uncertain notions about your mom—your father too, but since you and your dad didn't really share much of an intimate bond, you weren't surprised to receive no calls from him. Soon, the anxiety reaches your gut, you're quivering with fear and second thoughts; what if it had been an emergency? What if your mom had something really important to say to you? What if you—what if you were too late to call her back? Everything was eventually gone in the blink of an eye.

Knock! Knock!

Two knocks sound on your door, and you flinch; even though you knew who was at your door, you couldn't shake off your perturbation regarding your family. It was true, you had stood up for yourself when your parents were against you pursuing your higher education in a different state but now all those moments were disappearing into a heap of worries. Did you even make the right decision of coming here? Given, you had scholarship and exempted tuition fee, was your decision to come here really ethical from all other perspectives?

Troubled, you drag your feet to answer the door. A trifling gasp is caught in your throat when instantly you're pushed against the door by someone's burly arms, closing the door in process. You were quite used to Yunho's scent, knowing he always carried around a delicate whiff of amber and peonies. The addicting scent rakes your senses to its fullest when his lips capture yours in a searing kiss. His lips move with yours, one arm around your waist tightly wound to keep you in place while his other hand cups a side of your face. Delighted, but mostly razed by his touches, a frail smile sculpts your lips, and you slide your arms all over his back to hold onto his shoulders.

The worries plaguing your mind soon melt away into the heat of your kiss; you're leaning in for more, diving headfirst into this beautiful mess when you know he's only going to tease you and not give in so easily. You're left whining when he bites down on your lower lip and tugs on it. Watching your lips wobble with a smirk on his plump ones, he chuckles softly and shakes his head. He grabs your jaw and pushes his fingers deep into your cheek for your mouth to open wide.

"Hey, Angel," one of his eyebrow twitches on his forehead when he calls out your name with a smirk. "You asked why you, right? I'll tell you why..."

He buries his head in the crook of your neck and sucks at a random spot on the juncture between your jaw and head. Warm tongue rubs your skin, before his teeth sink in and his lips suckle. You groan at the sensation, your mind numbing to any anxiety you felt before. His hand drops from your waist skims over the hem of your babydoll before diving under to trace it along your inner thigh; his fingertips graze against your wet folds before rubbing you down gently.

You prevent yourself from moaning out loud when his finger moves in and out of your slit at a slow pace. Holding your jaw tightly, he nudges your head back into the door.

"This—this fucking thing you have going," he mumbles against your neck, "I don't care about others and why they want you, but for me it's this—the way you're attuned with my body. And also, how fucking addicting you are to me."

You swallow thickly and throw your head further back against the door, banging yourself but you weren't bothered in the least. Hearing soft crinkles of a polythene bag, you peek at him through your half-lidded eyes; lustful gaze rummages around till your vision fills with the sight of him remaining buried in your neck, sucking deep purple bruises on your skin. The carnal darkness in your room is scattered when the lurid rays of moon wash over your invader. You notice him wearing a long coat over his outfit, you carefully listen to every crinkle of his dainty silver bracelets, and you're definitely lost in the appreciation of his teeth creating blotches on your skin.

"This thing started with us," he adds, a little breathless, "as much as I am willing to share you with my piddling flatmates, I can't pretend to be I'm okay with our arrangement. I'll be jealous, I'll be possessive. At certain times you might even see a side of me you probably won't find too adorable."

"I like it when you get jealous, though," you slur your words, smirking at him diligently. "I'm not sure what it is, but you rather have what belongs to you in your own ruthless ways."

Yunho coughs out a tiny chortle before stepping back and shaking his head; you stumble on your weak feet, watching him shrug off his long coat before flinging it over on the seat of the chair in front of your desk. Sighing dejected, as the anxiety once again starts bubbling under your skin, you make yourself comfortable on the edge of your bed. You kept your eyes on him as he loosens first few buttons of his pastel blue shirt—his bracelets keep chiming in time to time, with every movement of his hands. Just as you pictured him to be dressed; he wore a blue dress shirt adorning thin vertical white stripes and paired it with black trousers and boots. The faded blue hair of his was complementing the look, alongside the bits of silver jewelry he wore. He takes a step close to you and leans over to get to your face level; he slips a polythene bag in your lap and when you inspect into it, there are two plastic containers of peaches and strawberries. Did he get those for you? How thoughtful. He clears his throat, lips ghosting over yours as his arms plant themselves on either side of your thighs, trapping you against the bed this time. 

"The first time I saw you at the bookstore, all lost and bemused, like a deer in headlights—I wanted to ruin your innocence so fucking badly," he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your cheeks, "if only had you taken a peek in my head that day. It's a bit exhilarating, isn't it? —" he nudges you with a subtle nod of his head, his hands tracing along the length of your arms, "—how you had to be Jongho's friend. How you were dragged into this mess."

For the purpose of your sanity, your fingertips grasp onto the plastic containers, tightly so because the proximity between your faces kept on dithering to nothing. Running his hands back and forth along your arms, he trails one up to hold you in place by your neck; you gasp the sensation of his fingers tightening around your throat, sinking into your skin, suffocating you.

He presses his lips against yours in a mere touch to whisper, "maybe it's some sort of fate's blueprint or whatever. I don't really care what it is..." he hums out low and drags his words in a gentle mumble, "but I know there's a spark between us, between our bodies to be so profoundly in sync with each other."

Stifling a moan, you mutter against his lips, "are you done with this banal folly? If you are, then just shut up and fuck me."

He raises an eyebrow at you, a small smirk then fleeting on his lips. "Your wish is my command, princess."

"What...?"

You muse to yourself when he pulls away and takes a step back, he eyes you with a lustful twinkle in his eye and strides towards to the full length mirror you had accommodated beside your study desk for the time being. Your dorm wasn't much, to be honest. It was spacious, yes; a bed to a side, a study desk adjacent to it and other trivial things you had lying around, including a closet to the right side of the door, a mini fridge situated next to it, and to the left side of the door was the bathroom. Single room dormitories were expensive compared to the shared ones, but you didn't like the idea of having a roommate or two even.

"Was this the same mirror you used to send me that picture?" he questions, observing it closely.

"Yeah, what about it?" you place the plastic bag to your side and bite your lip, considering.

"Hmm," he purrs softly and picks the mirror up to place it right in front of you. "Let's set it here, shall we."

"What's on your mind, Yunho?" you whine softly, turning it into a chuckle when he prepares to get down on his knees before you. "Really...?"

As exasperated as your voice is, you can't hide your anticipation of your body when he slides himself closer to you. His hands on your thighs, sear a burn on your skin when he grips your flesh. Thumbs rub circles, till they're pressing down and sinking in; he pushes your legs apart, and you let him do as he pleases. One of his hands is already skimming across your thigh to the hem of your dress, pushing it up till it rolls around your chest. He holds it there, exposing your glistening cunt for his eyes to feast on.

"I said I'd be pining to taste you," he mutters in a breath, and gazes up at you, "so here I am. Unlike others, I deliver what I say, princess. And I've been craving a taste of you for quite a while now—since the day I saw you. But with the mirror in front, you can see it for yourself, the kind of mewling mess you become for my tongue."

He shrugs and pouts, tightening his hand which rested on your thigh, while he prompts you with a nod of his head to hold your dress up. You do as said, letting your trembling fingers clip on the hem of your dress to hold it up. Perusing your glistening cunt with his lust-filled eyes, his lips curl into a sly smirk. He slots himself closer to you, tracing his delicate lips down your abdomen, fluttering kisses which tickle your spine and your spark your cunt. Watching his reflection in the mirror was already fucking you up; but watching his reflection when his head is buried deep in between your legs was certainly savage. 

"And what are those fruits for? You were going to treat yourself, weren't you?" you mumble softly under your breath.

Dropping one hand to stroke his hair away from his forehead, you tangle your fingers in his luscious locks while trying to clasp your lower lip to bite back on any possible moans you might voice. His kisses trace up your stomach, up till he's giving your skin short kitten licks under your breasts. Your fingers pinch his hair, other hand struggling to hold your dress up—his thumbs help you soothe by rubbing circles on your thighs, engulfing you in a trance of comfort and ease.

"Of course, I'm treating myself," he mumbles under his breath, skimming his wet tongue down your abdomen to your stomach again. "Strawberries just taste better, you know."

Scoffing out in bewilderment, he presses a deep kiss just over your belly button and drags his lips slowly down, purposely teasing and nicking his teeth at your skin. You tilt your head back, your lips carved in a sleazy smile when the sensation of his soft lips flutter further down; your fingers tighten their hold on his faded blue locks, while other let's go of your dress. The silky material of your babydoll slips over his head, but he does not seem bothered as he continues littering soft kisses down your belly button.

And then, a moan hitches in your throat, anticipating. You're urged to squeeze your thighs together; only because his hot breaths were caressing your mound. His thumbs carried on rubbing circles in your flesh, soothing you bit by bit. In a way, his placid ministrations were helping you to keep your legs spread from him.

"Hmm, fuck," you gasp, voiceless, under your breath, screwing your eyes shut to the feeling of his soft lips pressing insanely close against your clit.

But you're left high when he pulls back, angling his head up to look at you; he wasn't fond of your dress slipping down your chest and waist, he didn't like it when your skin was covered. If you had the body to flaunt it, then why would you or anyone else want it covered? That was his logic, according to what you could stipulate from the week you had spent with him. Phrases and words like that made you an absolute puddle for him, you'd melt into a cold and sybaritic plash for him—all because you knew he would worship your body like the goddess you are, whenever he had the chance to. He has a chance now; he wasn't going to let it slip.

"You really like to tease me, don't you?" you squeak, listening to some shuffles of his clothes while your eyes peel open. "Now, what?"

"Getting rid of your lingerie," he grunts, huffing out a stubborn breath while lifting your babydoll over your head. Groping a handful of your tits, he buries his face in the valley of your chest and showers your skin with a few kisses. "I'd rather prefer you wearing nothing when you're around me. Can't get enough of this body, can't get enough..." he pauses, mulling over as his fingers dig into your fleshy tit, "...fuck, I'm all out of words to describe what this body means to me. Not just a fucktoy, no. Not at all. This body...hmm, this body should be displayed in a museum for being so fucking perfect. You're perfect for me, princess. Don't think otherwise, or else..."

Or else? You wondered. Not as much as exalting yourself in the way he was slurring his words, rambling even to get his point across. His teeth scratch your skin, his fingers now rolling your taut nipple; his other hand has been on your thigh all along, stroking circles to keep you levelheaded. You whimper at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading and groping one of your tits, while the other wasn't getting the attention it deserved. Turning your whimper into a whine, you look down at him, surprised to find him staring at you with the loudest smirk he could possibly scour.

"Aww, is my princess needy?" he tugs his lower lip out, brows scrunching down at the corners to feign his discretion. "My needy princess will get everything," he mutters against your skin, and leaves behind open mouth kisses when he gets to your other tit. "Hmmfyou—pfneeded—fthis?"

It drives you crazy how he was being muffled by your tit in his mouth; you glance down, biting your lip to avoid yourself from getting too aroused by the sight beneath. Oh lord, were you wrong. His lips had encased themselves around your flesh, tongue lapping and licking at your hardened peck; though, you could not resist being tempted by his doe eyes staring up at you with such nativity in them. His other hand squeezes your other tit, keeps it going till you're blabbering his name in wispy voice.

"Yunho...please," you shudder to the stimulation of your chest.

He hums around your tit, teeth slowly sinking in and biting lightly, his tongue was at it too, slicking it in his spit and unprecedented licks. Muttering a string of incoherent curses to yourself, you let your hand slip from his hair to the back of his neck, gripping tight. His moan gets muffled around your tit, sending spine-tingling vibrations to your cunt. You needed him, now. There was no way you could handle him playing with your chest like this.

He pulls his mouth back, reverberating a 'pop' sound on purpose as he does. "When I first saw you at the bookstore, I imagined you tasted like strawberries or peaches. So..." he blindly reaches out for the plastic containers of fruit he brought with him, while his other remains on your tit, caressing and pinching. "...coming across these at the grocery store was a good trip to the memory lane. I was reminded and I thought why not?"

"Let me devour you, princess."

You don't know what it was, but it was enough to make you leak. And in that while, you couldn't figure out how he got one of the strawberries out of the box you had placed to the side on bed before, and already had it in his mouth. The leaves were off the strawberry, conveniently—as he bites on it, the faint crimson juices slop past his lips and further down on his chin. You wanted to lick him clean. Maybe it was a silent yet coherent thought beeping in your mind, and maybe he had just read your mind. He slithers his hand along your arm and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down, he lets his lips collide with yours.

Sweet. The redolent taste of strawberries fills up your mouth, eventually, a few bits of it when he forces his tongue in your mouth. There you are, frenching him while he shoves down the broken and mushy pieces of strawberries down your throat. Now, both of your chins are sticky and stained from the juices, though for you, a stray drop trickles past and falls perfectly in between your tits. 

A spark goes off in Yunho's mind when he feels the coldness of the drop dribbling over his hand which still played with your tit. You trace both of your hands to his shoulder and grip them tight, crinkling and creasing his shirt haphazardly—well, as if you cared.  He breaks the kiss and takes a deep breath in, while you're still breathless at how hard his tongue was shoving itself down your throat. A few pieces of strawberry are stuck in the gaps of your cheeks, and you swallow them down as you stare at him.

Picking out another strawberry, Yunho smirks slightly as he brings it to your mouth and prompts you to take a small bite out of it before he engulfs it whole. Again, the juices fill up his mouth, cumulative drops collecting themselves by the edge of his lips—but then don't spill, not until he buries his head back into your chest. A few drops roll down on your skin, his kisses soon turning into open mouth suckles. Pale stains of crimson trail with his mouth as he takes one of your tits in; it was the other one this time. His mouth wraps perfectly around your flesh, sucking and squeezing your tit with his lips and teeth. One of his hands snakes around your waist to rest on the small of your back, while the other cups a side of your face.

"This is awfully freaky," you mumble, dragging one of your hands to play with his hair falling on his nape. "But I like it freaky, you make it seem—ah," you gasp when you feel him give your nipple a gentle tug with his teeth, "—ah fuck, that feels good. So, fucking good..."

Your chest heaves up and down in his face, too bothered by him and his innocent eyes gazing up at you. The warmth of his mouth and the vague gelidity of the strawberry juices dissipates when he detaches himself from your chest; his smirk grows in his cheek, perusing the piece of art he had left behind on your chest. The sticky red strawberry pulp had adhered to your skin quite magnificently and he couldn't be prouder.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg," he winks, swallowing the remnants of fruit in his mouth. "I can get freakier."

Confidence in his eyes strikes you in the best way possible; you for sure know your cunt had drenched your bedsheets by now, all slick with the arousal his mouth was causing.

"Then get freakier, I need more from you."

In the erratic moment of time, he grabs another strawberry from the containers and props it right over your mound. The frigidity of the fruit was searing against your skin, that is only until he had fisted his hand around it and squeezed the life out of it—the pulp and juices trickled down, slotting itself perfectly in your folds and slit.

"Ah, fuck—you fucking bastard," you half-moan-half-chuckle, but it soon turns to an astonished gasp when his hot breath casts itself on your cunt before his wet tongue licks up your slit. "You—fuck—you fucking—you fucking freak!" you succumb to breathlessness and close your eyes tight; clutching his nape with both of your hands, you held onto him for your dear life.

He chortles against your slick folds and delves further down; the tip of his nose nudges with your clit at first, and then slides along your slit. How fucking good did that feel? You moan, your chest ripping itself apart when you do. It was unlike anything you had felt, especially considering pleasures received through oral stimulation. Yunho knew what he was doing, and he was doing it really well. His tongue licks up a stripe, lips sucking around your clit for a hot second before he drags them down to repeat the long and hard licks. You were squirming with a want, the oh-so sweet want of release.

Yunho's hands grip your inner thighs, his thumbs nudge and spread your cunt apart for the remaining pulp and juice of strawberry to roll down in between your folds. He leans in close and picks out the granules with his teeth, biting down softly as he does. It sends tremors under your skin, forces a saccade series of moans and groans out of you while your eyes squint tighter to let out tears. The pleasure was immeasurable, wooing you off into a faraway land of orgasm and joy.

You were delighted, so delighted to find your stomach knotting itself without having to be stimulated with penetration. He continues to lick and suck on your folds, gradually giving your clit some attention with his tongue while his hands groped your thighs and fingers dug in; they were leaving bruises tomorrow, but you were looking forward to it. Those handprints of his, they were going to be something you'd love to show off to your friends or someone.

"Fuck, Yunho. Your mouth—" you take a breath in through your mouth, "—it feels like I'm in paradise."

When your eyes open you see stars twinkling in the corner, your sight was full of them eventually—that is, as he carried on with his ruthless licks and flicks to your clit. The knot was intensifying, if anything, you really were on the verge of letting yourself go and watching you cum all over his face. Your face twitches and you're about...

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The high you once sought to, was now a deliberate low laying fruit; the knot disappears as the blaring sound of your phone's ringtone grows louder. You click your tongue, and blindly swat your hand on the bed next to you to find your phone. As you would recall, you did fling it somewhere when you went to answer the door. However, Yunho wasn't bothered by the deafening rings percolating in the room, he continues. A man on a mission. You mentally groan at that thought and sigh heavily when you find your phone in your hand. Checking the caller ID, you couldn't help but swipe the screen to answer the call.

Mom's calling you. She's calling you back. You needed answers, something to appease you about the ordeal where she felt the need to call you ten times.

Pressing the phone close to your ear and while gasping for air, you mumble, "he-hey mom."

"Oh, hey Angel—wait, did I get you at the wrong time?" you shake your head, trapping your moans in your mouth, "uh-huh, I was worried—I was worried about you and da—and dad. Giving me ten misse—ten missed—fuck."

All breath is knocked out of your lungs when you feel Yunho's tongue slither along your slit and his spit cover you up in its warmth; you're left to drawl on the remaining air in your lungs, specifically when he places his hand on your lower abdomen and forces you to lean behind into the mattress. Your back arches, your hips lift off the edge slightly for him to fix himself better between your legs. The angle your body now holds, gives him the perfect view of your hole. You squirm, wiggling your ass and bucking your hips into his face to get that much needed contact you had been craving for so long.

"Keep it hush, princess," he whispers, glaring up at you, "and watch your mouth when you're talking to your mother, hmm?"

You slightly glance down, hand trembling to hold the phone close to your ear—his face was breathtaking, glistening with your juices and the saccharine scent of the strawberry mixing in with your musk. The tip of his nose goes back to being buried in your slit, while his tongue rolls on your clit till it trails down to your hole.

Knowing where this was headed, you clutch the sheets under you and press your lips together. You so hoped your mom wasn't getting any ideas in her head about why your words were slurred or whimpered.

"Angie, I can call some other time," she murmurs from the other line, reminding you that you were still on call with her.

"Mom, just—just tell me—fuuc—hmmm," you cry out in pleasure when his tongue thrusts into your cunt. "I'm good—I'm good, you had me—hmmm—you had me worried—it's—"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, darling," she interrupts you, her tone soft and gentle. "The thing is, your dad..." she sighs and continues, "...in the last quarter of your dad's business—we're going under, Angel."

She comes straight to the point and bemused you; but your mind is occupied with Yunho's tongue shoving in and out of your cunt, slurping your juices, squelching your fleshy folds, and pressing the tip of his nose against your slick slit. You were done for better this time. The familiar knot ties itself in your stomach again. This time, your body rather hoped you'd get to come undone and release your tension all over his face. But, Yunho had some different ideas in his mind.

Hearing a bit of static from the other side, your mom continues, "you're understanding the weight of this situation, right? It brings me no peace to tell you that," she pauses and you hum, sinking your teeth further down in your lower lip as Yunho's tongue carries on with the abuse, "we can't support your accommodation, Angel. The tuition is already paid for, which we have no concern about since you're on your scholarship—but your dormitory fees, they'll be—you'll have to pay them yourself. Maybe, get a job? Or look for a new residence, where you have to share your rent?"

Her words were going over your head, regardless you were able to catch up on few phrases which sounded important and held grave promise to them. 'Look for a new residence.' Okay. 'Get a job?' Surely something you weren't looking forward to. But 'sharing a house with strangers?'A big no-no.

Though, all you could do was nod along and release your lip from your teeth to mumble, "sure—sure, fine. I'll—mom, I'll call you later at night—I promise, I'm busy—fuck."

The moment the curse escapes your mouth in the form of a moan, you hang up the call and squint your eyes shut; Yunho was thumbing your clit at an accelerated pace, stroking circles to let your orgasm delve deeper into your soul. Your phone slips out from your hand, falling down on the ground with a subtle thump while you bring both of your hands to rest them around his neck. Oh how tempted were you to push his head down, to make his tongue reach deeper into your swollen cunt.

"Fuck, Yun—Yun, I was on call—I was on a fucking call with my mom—fuck, couldn't you—couldn't you tone it down?" you stutter, trying to steady your erratic breath. 

Yunho hadn't stopped thrusting his tongue into you, neither had he stopped stroking your clit with his thumb—he doesn't utter a word and continues to do so. You were done with his teasing, huffing to yourself, you push his head down against yours cunt; now his tongue reached deep, submerged completely in your flesh and your walls clenched tightly around him.

"Yes, fuck, yeah, feels good. So good," you drool, throwing your head back and arching yourself to let the pleasure wash over you.

More importantly, your orgasm was only a few thrusts away; maybe a few flicks of his thumb could have you mewling at him as you release all over his tongue and face. The imaginary sight in your mind was riling you up in the worst ways already—you wonder what it'd be like if it were to come to life. Now that you do think about it, your dream comes crashing through—merging with the reality to spread goosebumps on your skin. Just imagining Jongho being present in the room, watching you get fucked by Yunho's tongue, was pushing you further to your edge.

"Yunho...? I'm—" you tap his shoulder twice, but he doesn't budge and continues to push his tongue in your cunt.

"Fuck." You yell and then scream out his name when you feel your walls clenching around his tongue one last time, "Yunho!"

His thumb stops toying with your clit, but his face remains buried in between your legs, his thumb having quit shoving itself into your cunt. You're flooding down his face, squealing and mumbling his name under your breath in a voiceless chant before catching a beat to respire properly. In the daze of your orgasm hitting you like a bucket of bricks, you hear him hum and nuzzle his head further into cunt; a second passes by in the heat of the moment, and he reels himself back. Leaning away eventually, he straightens himself and wipes his face with the back of his hand, getting some of your slick on the sleeves of his shirt.

"Are you insane?" you breathe out.

"Insane to get my princess cum on my face," he chuckles and shakes his head, "I hope you're feeling better now because I felt you tense up when you were talking to your mother."

He begins unbuttoning his shirt, one by one he undoes the button and shrugs his shirt off his shoulders. Exposing his toned body, he throws his shirt off to somewhere and gets on his feet. You're still trapped in the stupor of your orgasm, to even notice him shimmy out of his pants. Clad in his black briefs, he leans down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

"I've got a problem, Yunho," you murmur, and he nods, "and is it bad enough to keep us from fucking?"

Rolling your eyes you scoff, ready to shove him away, "are you really thinking with your dick, right now?"

He traces his lips down your jaw, leaving behind open mouth kisses along your skin to your neck. His hands roamed to her bare back, skimming his fingertips up front till he drags them painstakingly slow to your stomach and then further to your clit. You hug his shoulders, tight enough to hold onto him.

"You are less tense now, princess. I'm guessing my tricks are working, so...why won't I think with my dick?" he chuckles, kneeling down before you to slot himself between your spread legs.

"It's not about that, Yunho," your whine, suppressing a titter to yourself. "I'm practically homeless."

"What?" he gasps, amused and pulls back to stare at you, a confused smile sculpting on his lips.

"My parents are having some financial troubles; they are falling short to pay me for my accommodation," you pout, noticing the tent in his briefs, "so, I have to find a new place to live. And I don't where I can find an affordable apartment."

The worry lines on your forehead, concerns Yunho too. He licks his lower lip and sighs, "Angel, you can live with us."

"What now?" you massage circles into his shoulders as you hold them.

"Yeah, we've got a spare room in the loft. Well, Jongho occupied it not too long ago, but he can surely move back in with Mingi." He explains, wrapping his hands around your waist, "you don't have to pay us rent because you're going to be paying us in a different way...in all, it's the best arrangement you could ever ask for."

You think, muse and contemplate. To one side of your head you were agreeing with his proposition, but on the other side, you were marred with the thought of living with eight men out of which five were sexually interested in you and two had already fucked you good. Well, you're given no choice but to agree and get along with his deal.

"Hey, you don't have to give me an urgent answer," he mumbles, thumbing the sides of your waist, "after we're done here, you can come on over and we'll talk it out with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Capisce?"

"Why, are they supposedly the alpha males of the household?" you joke, giggling softly.

"Technically," Yunho shrugs, "Hongjoong owns the loft and he was generous enough to let us stay and share the rent. It started with me and Seonghwa, others eventually joined us through mutual friends—it was the beginning of our freshman year, so..."

"I'd need their permission?"

Yunho scoffs playfully, "princess, no. They'd be happy to welcome you in. But this is supposedly my suggestion and I fall a little short on making such decisions as compared to them. It's better if you talk with Hongjoong."

You sigh, "fine."

A smile fleets on your lips and it delves deeper in your cheek. "So, are you going to ease my mind or not?"

"You don't need to tell me twice, princess," he smirks, diving in to kiss you passionately so.

You kiss back with the same want, same heat crawling up your gut as his; the intensity wasn't dithering, neither was your anticipation. He pushes you back on the bed till you're laying under him and he straddles your lap. The kiss never stops, even when he fumbles with the waistband of his briefs to get them off in a haste. He somehow manages to tug his briefs down till his knees and his hard cock pokes your inner thigh, until the tip of his cock brushes past your lower stomach. His hands are back on you, holding your neck to position you better to deepen the kiss; his tongue wriggles its way in your mouth. For the moment it does, you feebly taste the redolence of strawberries and your cum on his tongue. There goes without saying, you still couldn't believe he let you cum on his face.

But who's to judge his preferences? You aren't a saint either. Definitely not.

Moaning into the kiss, you drag your hands up his back and let your fingertip tickle his skin. Breathless, Yunho breaks apart from the warmth of your mouth, missing the way his tongue was shoving down your throat, and uses one of his hands to pump his cock, while his other supports his weight when he places it next to your head. His back arches, his fingers stroking the reddened tip of his cock as bits of precum drips from the slit—he angles his hand in a way to spread his precum along the shaft with the palm of his hand.

"Fuck," he grunts, closing his eyes shut tight and continuing to pump his cock into his hand.

For you, this was definitely a sight more than breathtaking to witness. How often do you see a pretty blue haired man stroke his cock so eagerly for you? It went on to show how sorely he needed you and yearned to fuck your cunt. This only takes you back to the time when he had railed you so good and hard; you knew it he was untamed and being so feral with that huge cock, was indeed going to deliver the best.

You let out a soft whimper, adding in to the gentle sounding moans of his. Insane, absolutely insane. His moans were pretty, just like him and you know you could never get enough of him moaning.

"Take a deep breath for me, princess," he indicates you with a nudge of his head while he opens his eyes to look at you.

Taking a breath, you prepare yourself for his cock. He chuckles at you, admiring your intrepidity as he eases himself into you. Your face contorts in pain, with only his tip submerging in you. Knowing the pain would soon subside into pleasure, however it doesn't. Your brows twitch and your eyes squint tight enough for tears stream down the side of your face; your mouth falls agape, wide to the ache your walls sensing with the stretch.

"Ah—Yunho!" you gasp out loud, breaking out into a yell. "It hurts, stop."

And he stops. With same ease, he guides his cock out of you and cups your face immediately after noticing the tears in your eyes. You flutter your gaze across him, a little blurry but you still discern the concern etched on his face. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, voice gentle and wispy. "Am I hurting you?"

"It just," you hiccup, "it hurts like hell when you..."

"Oh," he trails off, "is it because of last week? I think it is. I was too rough back then, wasn't I?" Sighing, his caresses your cheeks and leans in to kiss a stray drop of your tear away from your lips, "you're not used to such a huge cock, are you? It's fine. I'll have to be more careful with you next time—were you feeling any discomfort after that night?"

"I'm not sure, I felt sore and really raw at that time. Maybe I couldn't decry between vaginal tears and soreness," you mumble, assuring him with a faint smile before continuing, "look, it's not your fault. I failed to identify—"

"God, Angel," he groans, "it's not your fault, and for fucks sake put the blame on me. I should've been gentle with you for the first time. You're not used to it—ugh, never mind, I'll have to get you used to my size otherwise..."

"I'll be fine, stop worrying so much," you cup his face in your palms and reassure him. "Now, can we just...let's just forget about it and focus on making you feel good. It's only fair if I return the favour."

You lick your lips and let your tongue poke out through your lower lip; glancing down at his still hardened cock, you drool and your eyes twinkle with lust. He grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes.

"I am not so fond of blow-jobs," he says, smirking and then looking around till his eyes fixate on your chair and study desk. "Get on your feet, I've got a better idea." He then stands up and holds his hand out for you.

"Okay, mister," you roll your eyes and set your wobbly feet down, grabbing his extended hand before pulling you close to his body.

Your naked bodies crash into each other and heat emanates from both of you; his arms wrap around your waist and tug you around. He positions you in front of the chair, and pushes you down by the small of your back to have you leaning over the chair. He's right behind you, situating his cock perfectly against your ass which was raised high in the air.

"Legs apart," he whispers his command too close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Slapping your inner thighs, he establishes a small distance between your legs and slips himself into it, his cock slides easily amid your thighs, a little below your folds. The tip of his cock rubs against your slit, rubbing back and forth—you're driven wild with the sensation, and even more so when his hands grope your thighs from behind. His fingers dig, sink in tight enough for bruises to appear. Again, you looked forward to it, being decorated with his marks. Perfect for a possessive man like him.

"Fuck, this is your idea to make yourself cum?" you dreamily laugh out, throwing your head behind on his chest.

"Your thighs feel godly, princess," he susurrates, licking up the shell of your ear before biting down hard on your earlobe. "Squeeze them."

You do as he says, squeezing your thighs together to feel his cock slip in and out at a steady pace. He bucks his hips a little higher to let himself rub against your slit in long and consistent strokes. This was certainly new to you, yet you were getting stimulated close to your second orgasm. You didn't think you would because this wasn't the same as the time he had actually penetrated you. There's no space for you to complain, you were slipping close into the world of pleasure and sensuality to give a damn about whether his cock was pounding in you or fucking your thighs.

"Fuck, just as I fucking thought—just as I fucking imagined what it would be to fuck your thighs," he whimpers close to your ear and later on you realise he was leaning over to kiss your cheek. "Princess, you've got unquestionably the best thighs to fuck. So thick, so tight—just fucking perfect."

You know he had lost it riding himself in between your thighs but you, on the other hand hadn't quite recovered from your last orgasm yet. Or even figured out how you weren't alerted to your vaginal injuries. It'd be unfair to call them injuries, they were basic nicks in the muscles of your vagina and cervix, from tremendous and tedious sexual activity. Pushing those thoughts to the far corner of your mind, your knuckles turn white while holding onto the chair, you were starting to get hot and bothered—so close to your orgasm again.

His cock thrusted along your cunt, hard and slick with his precum, which supposedly provided enough lubrication for his strokes to be smooth and pleasant. Your skin was covered with it however, and you were resisting to picture how his cum would paint your thighs. Picking up his pace, he thrusts faster yet keeps them long and sharp. Your walls clench around nothing, while your stomach drops to your knees; your legs buckle under you, under the weight of sensory overload his cock was proffering.

He flattens his palms on your thighs and gives you light slaps on either of your thighs, "we need to keep them thick and fleshy like this. I bet others would enjoy fucking them as much as I am right now."

"Hmhm, yeah..." you moan, shutting off your cognitive dissonance and mumbling along with him, "thick for you—thick for Seonghwa—thick for everyone."

"Ah, you're already blabbering bullshit, aren't you?" he titters heartily, pulling his hips back and driving them in sharply. "My cock makes you dumb, doesn't it? Hmm...a pretty little slut like you would be dumb for anyone's cock, isn't it?"

His taunts make you shake your head, lips parting to whimper, "no, fuck, only for you—only for you, Yunho."

"That's what I thought," he gasps, increasing his back and rattling his hips into yours.

His death grip is back on your thighs, his eyes are shut tight as he lurches forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder; sweaty chest presses up against your back, while you hold onto the chair for your dear life and to sedate the tremors his thrusts which caused your body to keel. The same tightness grows heavy in your gut, your spine tingling with how close you were to your second orgasm—your nails scratch off the varnish on the chair, scrapping bits of wood in them as he plunges his cock ruthlessly in between in your thighs. You squeeze them firmly, sensing the knot coming undone in your lower belly.

"Are you going to cum for me, princess?"

You nod your head, closing your eyes shut and leaning back into his touch; the heat creeps up your stomach and in a second's beat, the tension slips into comfort. You're releasing all over his cock, splashing on his and your thighs, a bit on the floor too. This time, you were knocked out for good; this orgasm was far more intense than the last one, far more overpowering too. You're mumbling his name like a chant, while he lets a laugh rumble in his chest.

"Fuck, my princess really made a mess on my cock, and everywhere else." he adds, "now, be a good little whore and help me cum too."

Without any warning, he goes even harder and faster than before, causing your body to convulse to his relentless thrusts. His untamed desire was evident in the way his fingers were bruising your skin, how tightly he was groping your thighs to stable himself from his ever increasing pace of his thrusts. He could go for long, and he does; your brain is turned to a mush in regard to the time or energy—his cock keeps hitting your folds, and the tip keeps abusing your clit.

You were past the point of sanity, breaking apart at the seams with your foul mouth screaming out his name and moaning it as if he was your god—technically, he was starting to show you stars, galaxies and miracles behind your shut eyes. All this from only rubbing himself between your thighs; it makes you wonder how much wilder the sex would get once you get to move in with him. Those ideas are for later, right now, you were vicious with his cock.

"Princess, I'm close. Don't worry—fuck—squeeze them tighter, for me—fucking please," he babbles out in despair, and you clasp your thighs even tighter on his cock.

"Fucking perfect."

He words out in a heavy breath, bucking his hips in your thighs as the tip of his cock remains close by your slit; heaving out, the warmth of his cum coats your folds and your slit. Gradually, he starts pulling back, still letting his cum sputter on your skin before he releases all of him on your ass and back. A few of it streaks down your butt-crack, eventually seeping down your butthole. You're groaning out in pleasure and possibly due to overstimulation. Nonetheless, you were satisfied, more than satisfied to know he had painted your back with his cum.

You're both breathless when he leans away from your shoulder and steps back; his small laugh resonates around you before dissipating into a soft titter.

"Princess, you just fucking know how to take a cock, don't you?" he mumbles in his post-orgasm daze, while grabbing his trousers to pull out his handkerchief. "Well, let's get you cleaned and then we'll take a shower together. We are both...sticky."

"Sounds good to me," you manage to gibber, not sure if it was audible or not. "I could use a hot shower and thorough cleaning after this."

"Hmm, I'll gladly help you clean."

You're too weak to turn around, so he helps you swivel on your feet while he holds your body close to his for support. Lethargic and drained, your eyes were closing themselves involuntarily. It was the lack of sleep—the sleep deprivation was slowly catching up with you.

"Keep your eyes open, princess. I need you here with me, okay?" his voice soothes a nerve in your mind, and you nod, opening your eyes. "Guess I'll have to be quick."

"Of course."

The rest of the evening, basically half-evening-half-night goes by smoothly. You both did take a shower together without engaging in anything and got rid of the sweat and stench of sex—but unfortunately, your room still reeked of sex, sweat and cum. You didn't care. Not particularly when you were dragged out of your dorm room by Yunho, after getting dressed in fresh clothes. You wore a long and oversized hoodie, shaded black and didn't bother wearing shorts or pants underneath as it covered most of your skin. To your surprise, as soon as you had your lip gloss on (because you liked lip gloss more than lipsticks), he had your hands intertwined and he was pulling you out of the door. He was eager for you, and the seemingly harmless arrangement you were about to propose to Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

You would've never guessed that this man drives a red corvette stingray if you hadn't been strapped in the passenger's seat of his car. An innocent looking man like him, driving such a flashy sports car, was indeed a shock to you. Looks can be deceiving, so who really cares? Everything passes by you in a blur when he speeds down the road; eventually, the city lights turn into streaks of neon haze and starbursts, until you're by the complex where his loft was located. He parks his car, and helps you out. Your hand in his, he guides you in and takes you to the loft.

Your heart is in your throat, not because you were back to this place with Yunho by your side but because you were too scared to anticipate Hongjoong's and Seonghwa's judgment on your proposition. This has to go well, and it will. Right? You have Yunho with you. What could possibly go wrong?

Yunho unlocks the door and pushes it to usher you inside. His hand never leaves yours; his grip doesn't loosen up for even a second as his pulling you further up to the living room. You and he had taken off your shoes in a haste and did not bother slipping into the house slippers. However, the commotion of your footsteps and Yunho's constant murmurs of 'it'll be okay', 'they won't bite you' and 'just relax' had gotten certain attention from the people sitting on couch.

You're soon greeted with San and Jongho, especially Jongho who has a twinkling and excited smile carved on his face. Both of them were seated on the couch, San having a laptop perched on his lap while Jongho made his observations on the screen—they were clad in their night clothes, San wearing a pair of black pajamas with white cats all over it and Jongho, a pastel blue pajama set with brown bears on it.

"Angel!!" he glees, catching your glimpse next to Yunho, "what brings you here so late at night?" his tone simmers down to being confused.

San adds, "yeah, it's not our game night tonight."

"Guys, stop pestering her, okay?" Yunho groans, looking around, "where are Hongjoong and Seonghwa?"

"Seonghwa's in the kitchen—"

"What is it Jongho...oh hey, Angel!" Seonghwa interrupts Jongho and quickly turns it into an elated greeting. "Should I be concerned for you to make your appearance this late into the night—can't ignore the fact that Yunho's here too. Are you two eloping?"

He's walking out of the kitchen, draped in a variedly stained apron and a wooden spatula in his hand. He looks gorgeous as usual, covering his white turtleneck and black trousers with a grunge red apron—not only his outfit made you quiver, but his hair was also pushed back and tied in a small ponytail behind. If he looked this alluring even when you move in, then you don't think you'd be able to resist the urge to suck him off every time he appeared in front of you.

Yunho clears his throat, aggressively and it becomes a series of wretched coughs till he's gasping for air. "Don't go too hard on me, Hwa. You know how I am."

"Fuck your preferences, Yun," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, "what is the point in bringing Angel here?"

"Well, I'll let her explain it," Yunho sighs, giving you a nudge of his head.

"Uhh, yeah, I need to talk," you mumble, scratching the back of your neck with your other hand.

Your words alert Jongho and San, and they're saturated completely on you, regardless of a certain video playing on San's laptop. Seonghwa hums along, encouraging you with a nod of his head while biting his lower lip. Yunho only stares at you, keeping a frail smile on his face.

"So, go on."

A coarse yet pitched voice booms through the room, followed by nifty footsteps of the man you had been waiting to come. You assumed he was in his room or something, but not thinking he could be at work. Hongjoong strides in, running one of his hands through his hair and other stuffed in the pocket of his jogger shorts. You watch him adorning a black tank top over his toned chest and nothing else; his complexion was striking but wasn't as pale as Yunho. A pop of melatonin makes his skin a little tanned.

"I suppose, Yunho bringing you here is rather crucial for you." He says, walking over to sit next to Jongho. Spreading his legs apart and relaxing back on the couch, he repeats, "go on, Angel."

You clear your throat, "I—I actually—I actually need a place to stay. My parents—"

"—she's in no condition to pay for her university accommodation, so she's looking for a new place to stay. I asked her to come with me since we have a room to spare," Yunho interjects, his eyes trailing over at Jongho, "you'll have to move back in with Mingi, baby bear. You're understanding enough, right?"

Jongho ponders for a minute before silently nodding, "sure. I don't mind. Angel needs it more than me."

You can't help but crack a smile at him, heart palpitating faster in your chest. Yunho could hear your heartbeat, and he squeezes your hand to ease you out. Seonghwa notices it and smiles to himself, shaking his head at the two of you before excusing himself from the living room and going back into the kitchen.

Hongjoong finds it amusing, his lips twisting in a knowing smirk before he asks you, "that's not the issue, Angel. What I need to know from you is—rather what I'm aching to hear from you is, your riposte to my proposed idea of you..."

"I agree to it," you're too quick to reply, taking the man off guard and others too.

San remains confused because he had no clue what you were talking about. Now that he is here, does it mean he'll also be involved in this reverse harem thing you have going on with others? If San gets involved then would the others be involved too? Of course you're thinking about Wooyoung and Mingi, one is a reputed manwhore and other is a man who resents you. That too for no apparent reason—or for something you don't know.

"You do?" Jongho squeals, questioning you.

"Yeah, I don't mind being your..." you trail off, glazing your eyes over at San.

From the kitchen, you hear thudding of metal dishes and spoons, soon Seonghwa comes rushing out with his wooden spatula.

"She agrees?" he asks, and Yunho nods, "she said she'd need more time to think about it, but I guess..."

"Are you agreeing to it because of your living conditions, Angel?"

There it was, Hongjoong comes straight to point. Even his stare was detrimental for you, and how insanely intense it was to pierce through yours. Hongjoong clearly liked to dominate submissive women like you—he has how own share of kinks and customs he likes to follow in the bedroom. And some of them, might seem too unconventional. You didn't want your mind to stray too far off, but he seemed like the type who definitely delighted himself in playing with chains and cuffs.

"I'm not!" you retort, explaining yourself further, "I gave it some thought and I don't think it's a bad idea."

Your pout melts through the stubborn and ice cold heart of Hongjoong's—for a man with domineering aura, he sure is letting himself submit to you. He doesn't let his stoicism waver on his face, rather his purses his lips together and spreads his legs apart further.

"Don't think it's a bad idea?" he repeats your words in coherence to your judgement, "Angel, we don't want you doing anything you are uncomfortable with. Your consent means a lot to us."

"And you have it," your pout grows, and you vaguely point at Seonghwa and Yunho, "I've already gone to the extreme with him and him."

Hongjoong chuckles, and keeping his lips parted, his canines rest against his lower lip, "we'll add it to the very list of your sex chronicles with us."

Your face heats up and turns red, before you could open your mouth to retaliate, San pipes in, "so, you've discussed this before? She's our new...fucktoy?" he cringes thereafter, shrugging his shoulders and scrunching his face in disgust, "with all due respect, let me rephrase, you are our new arrangement to satisfy our sexual desires?"

You nod, your heart hammering in your chest. "Yeah, one and only."

"Are you really sure, Angel?" Jongho wants a confirmation from you and smile at him, wide and bright, wanting to erase his doubts. "Then I guess we no longer have to wait for your answer."

Seonghwa chimes in, "so, when are you moving in?"

"Oh, once this month gets over. There's only a week left anyway," you shrug, smiling a little, "I'll start packing right away."

Yunho hugs you from behind, kissing your neck; first you're caught off guard, second, he's doing this right in front of everyone and third, his scent was driving you crazy.

"I'll help you." He mumbles against your skin.

"Yunho, you know the ground rules," Hongjoong threatens and the man who was sticking to you like glue before, now detaches himself from you in an instant. "So, less P-D-A."

"Ugh, ground rules," Yunho whines, but steals a kiss from your cheek. "I'll go get changed and you are staying over tonight. Let's have dinner together, shall we?"

"Of course!" San sings, "we'll get to know you better too. I bet Wooyoung would be pretty excited to know more about you."

"Speaking of him, where is he?" Hongjoong inquires and Jongho answers, "it's the peak hour, where else would he be?"

Hongjoong nods, getting his answer and Seonghwa sprints back into the kitchen not long before announcing, "we've got enough food for you too, so you're staying here."

You quietly agree to him and swallow thickly, striding over to sit on the lone chair adjacent to the couch. That's when Mingi comes into the room from upstairs, his hair tousled and messy, wearing grey sweatpants and a grunge green graphic sweatshirt. He eyes you as he crosses the living room, glaring at you to set his point through. He didn't want you here. But, he couldn't go against Hongjoong's or Seonghwa's wishes.

"Look who's finally out of their room!" Jongho cheers, laughing and joking around before clearing his throat and informing Mingi, "oh well, guess what, Mingi. I'm shifting myself back into your room. Angel's moving in with us and taking over the spare room."

"What?" Mingi grunts, burning his eyes on you, through you, in all hating your presence in the room altogether.

"Y'all really addicted to this whore's cunt, aren't ya? Keep me out of your fucking deal. I ain't getting involved." 

And that fucking hurt your soul. But you keep quiet and while you're at it, Yunho walks in the heated room—Hongjoong and the others are about to defend you when Yunho does it himself. He adorns a conceited smirk and folds his arms over his chest, they bulge out through his grey hoodie somehow, but your eyes travel down to somewhere where they shouldn't have. His jogger shorts are too thin to show off the outline of his cock, he wasn't hard, but he was huge. Why are you drooling on his cock when you're having trouble in paradise? Not that you hadn't seen his cock before. And you are his damsel in distress.

"That's more for us then, Min." Yunho steps closer to him and gets all in his face,

"If you're not involved in this with us, then it's one less person we'll have to share her with."

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[i-cant-sing]

This is going to be interesting fr, like how much differently do your Theodore treat the reader if they were childhood friends

Yesss, but like imagine Theodore being a platonic yandere for his childhood bestie Y/n. He knows you inside out and knows every struggle you've been through, all your secrets, even the ones you've never disclosed to him (yes, he was outside your window on October 12th, 2008 when you didnt come to school because you were "sick" as you had told him but had actually started your period).

Imagine just how overprotective he is, and he's so mean about it too. Its in his nature. He's glaring at you as you tell him that he had no right to beat up your date just because that man had his arm around your waist because you were okay with it. Ofc he just rolls his eyes and tells you that you're too stupid to know what guys are actually like, that you dont know about the "locker room talk" and he's just trying to keep you safe from pervs but ofc youre too "dense" to see it. You could've thought that he might be doing it because he's interested in you like that, but no, he violently cringes at the mere suggestion of your friends that you two fight like a married couple, not to mention how he treats you more like a sibling than your own. Bullying you constantly, messing up your hair, putting you in headlocks as often as he could, kicking the back of your knees to watch you flop on the ground, anything he could do to annoy you.

But he's also very helpful, yknow? He pretends like he couldnt give a rats ass about your existence but will just scoff and yank your assignment from your hands and complete it. Working on your college essay? He reads it, insults you at how stupid it is, then write one for you in one sitting, actually writing about your personal experiences that moves the admission officers to fucking tears at the pure raw emotion it draws out of them. About to leave for a date and you ripped your dress? Signs to you that this is just universe telling you to ditch the guy but then one look at your sad face and he's pulling out an emergency needle kit from his pocket and sewing it up. He'll think of another way to end your date <3

Theodore is also very possessive of you. Even as kids, he would throw sand in other kids eyes just so that theyre too busy crying to approach you and try to play with you. In highschool, he's already built like a transformer and with him having this mean look on his face, people definitely hesitated to approach you, especially when you have this brooding man standing behind you, intimidating everyone who dared to step within 5 feet of you. Now that you two are adults, and Theo is still working as a spy, he would use his skills to take out people that become a little to important to you.

I feel like Theo isn't an animal person, he is definitely not a people person, but he also doesn't care much for pets and it's not even cause his work doesn't allow him to care for pets properly but I still think that he would get a dog trained specifically to keep you out of danger. Or more particularly, keep you in home and bark (and bite/mutilate) anyone who is not him. So if you got a date, make sure he's not picking you up from home.

Definitely definitely finds a way to make you move in with him, if not live next to him. Of course, he has a different place where he keeps his work stuff and gear hidden, but he needs to live with you for his own sanity. And even though he has trackers hidden all over your clothes and belongings, he still likes to ask you where you are, what you're upto, etc, just to see if you'd lie to him. And if you do, be prepared for a very pissed off Theo who is just huffing and puffing all day because how dare you not trust him, your best friend???? Offensive.

But also, when he finds out that someone, anyone made you cry, or even is causing you to stress out, guess who's pulling out their murder gloves?

[lonigiri]

thinking about high sex with anton,,,,,,,,, (can i be 🎀 anon too?)

YSYSSYSYSYSYSY, i love smoking so this prompt really is for me 🤭. sorry i got a little excited. and ofc doll you can be 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anton would be so so so sensitive when hes high. at the slightest touch he jolts. and you, you forgot to tell him, but when you get high your sex drive is through the roof. you had invited your best friend anton over just to hang out. then you told him that you had bought a little bit of bud off of your friend the other day and you asked him if he wanted to smoke some with you. ant had never smoked before but he didnt want to look lame in front of you his crush so he obviously said yes. the first couple hits he took he was coughing, especially after you tought him how to inhale properly. he got high so quickly, and short after you were in the clouds as well. taking hits of the third joint you had rolled that night. you'd noticed how everytime you would touch anton in the slightest he'd jolt. and you also noticed how drenched your panties were, oh how he looked at you with his blown out pupils, droopy eyes. god you loved it, you were suprised how he hadnt caught onto you rubbing your thighs together at any chance you could.

you watched how his eyes would flick inbetween your face and the collar of your very low cut top. he had no shame in gawking, if you had even looked at him when he was sober he would get so red and frazzled. but now he was all confident, well confident was a strong word, he just didnt care about the consequences now. your hand making its way upto his chin lifting his face up. him slightly jolting at the contact and his face turning red. "tonnie' do you wan'a touch em' ?" you slurred, your speech messing up because of the high. his eyes widened at your question, and then him taking a deep breath before he nodded rapidly. "go ahead then." you smiled at him. he raised his hand a little bit, it shaking a lot. you laughed a little bit before grabbing his hand and placing it under your shirt over your bra. slightly whining at the touch, he flicked his thumb over your nipple. your head falling into his shoulder biting your lip. "tonnie' need your dick so bad. please can i ride you, need it." you whined into his shoulder. him nodding. "y..yeah need it too." he mumbled and you smiled.

his hand pulling out of your shirt as you quickly pulled off your shorts and panties and he pulled his pants and boxers out. his hard cock springing out of his pants hitting against the white t shirt he had on. he desperately pulled off your top and you undid your bra. letting your tits out of the thin bra. your hands tugging at his shirt desperately and he pulled it off. revealing the delicious figure hidden underneath. his cock long, standing tall against his abdomen, pre-cum leaking out of his swollen tip. you wrap your hand around him his cock was so thick that you couldnt even get your hand all the way around him. that would normally make him so much harder but he was way too focused on your breasts and the way they jiggled with every movement you made. you hovered over his cock and he held his hand on your hips helping you guide your way down. once he pushed into your walls there was so much stretch. more then what you were prepared for. "fuck tonnie! s' big, c..cant take it." you whined as your head fell into his shoulder. you werent even halfway down onto him yet and you were clenching around him so tight, god it took everything in him not to cum just from that. "c'mon baby, know you can take it, you got this." he said softly, encouraging you. you nodded slipping down his long cock more, he pushed you down. almost forcing you to bottom out on him. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. god it felt so good. you started rocking your hips on his his cock hitting all the right places. you honestly didnt know how much longer you could hold on. your hands making their way upto his shoulders as he held your hips, helping you bounce on his cock. his tip hitting your cervix over and over again. you cried out "fuck fuck! ton! gonna cum, cant, cant hold it anymore." your head falling into his shoulder as he nodded agreeing with you. "me, me too, gotta cum inside you, is that okay baby, dont think you'd mind right?" "mhm ton need you inside, need to be full." you said tiredly, your energy depleting as you felt your end coming. just a couple more of antons lazy thrusts inside your cunt made you come undone. your cunt squeezing around anton, god he swore hes never felt this good ever (he hasnt) his cum shooting deep into your cunt. he caught your lips in his, sloppily kissing you.

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 13 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 14

Summary : Loki wants to take you to the tower with him, you have a strange dream about you two.

Warning: 18+, mention of sex, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, cute aggression, also Melissa again

“Come stay with me at the tower while you’re healing”

"Wait what?" You propped yourself on your elbow as he put forward his proposition so he placed his hands on your shoulder.

"Alright, first of all, lie back down my darling you need rest" he laid you down, tucked you under the cover and kissed your forehead, the small adorable smile on his face was your undoing, you didn't know why but the gesture made you want to squeeze him to death. So you did. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as furiously as you could, an aggressive growl escaped your throat and once you pulled away you found him staring at you.

"What just happened?" He chuckled

"I had the urge to smother you because you're so cute, it's called cute aggression, it's an actual thing, get used to it because I'm going to do it alot because you're so cute it hurts my brain and gets me all mad that I can't just squeeze you until you're all pulpy" his mouth gaped in shock for a moment before he leaned down and kissed you "You'll forget what I just said right?I'm on heavy drugs"

"I will try, it's just hard to do so after learning that you have violent fantasies about killing me because I'm so cute" he air quoted the word cute and it made you smile.

"Not killing, it's just me wanting to squish you until you're all flat and pulpy, I want you all squished together, I also want to bite you..like this part right here" you trailed your fingers over his developed deltoids "Ohhhhh goooodd" there it was, the animalistic growl again and it made him laugh.

"Do it then"

"I'm not going to bite you..it will hurt lo"

"Hurt me? I am god you dainty little creature, you can't hurt me, go on, you know you want to"

He leaned down and kissed on your neck, pushing his delts right onto your lips so you grabbed the bulging muscle to bite with your teeth.

"God you're delicious" you licked a stripe to soothe the bite, there wasn't even a tooth mark there but you still wanted to soothe him. The action got him all hot and bothered though.

"Norns darling you have to do that to me whenever we are being naughty"

"Yeah you liked that?" you giggled and he kissed you lovingly, maybe he was getting the case of cute aggression too, unfortunately he wasn't going to act on his fantasies, not so soon atleast.

"You don't think I'm weird?" You asked him as you caressed his cheek,

"So what if you are"

"Yeah that's not a deal breaker?" Your fingers caressed his cheeks so he smiled

"No, that is a deal clincher for me"

"Awnnn baby" your arms curled around his neck as you kissed him softly "Oh my god I almost forgot about the proposition, did you really ask me that or I was hallucinating?"

He shifted a little to the side to prop himself on his elbow and used his hand to support his head.

"You did not hallucinate, i want you to come with me"

"Really? I mean we haven't even started it yet" you joked and it took him a second to understand it, he closed his eyes as he laughed a little "How's it going to work lo? I mean you can't just hide me in Avengers tower, they'll know and how would I even go there, what about my work?"

"I can definitely keep you hidden there, leave that worrying upto me, Thor will take you the way he does me and you can not work in this condition can you?" He answered all your questions and left you with a question to answer in return.

"I know I can't..but..lo..i ..what about my mom, she's going to flip if she finds out about this"

"Then do not tell her"

"Are you sure about this? I mean isn't it too soon for us to ..you know "

"What's wrong with two friends sharing a room? Haven't we done that already?"

"We have.. I just..i am kind of scared, I am not good with such situations, it's fine here because it's my home, i know everything here, I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want..I'm just so anxious about it" you mumbled hurriedly.

"I know..I understand sweetheart, I do" he placed his fingers between your hair to massage your scalp gently. You really wanted to go with him, afterall it was just a matter of a week and he wasn't asking you to leave earth, you can do this right?

"What will I do when you're busy?"

"Are you considering this?" He smiled

"I want to be there with you lo, i really do.. I'm just terrified"

"Well I promise you love I will take the best care of you, you trust me?"

"Ofcourse I do"'

"I'll be there for you i promise, and when I'm not, he will be there"

He waved his fingers and you gasped as you saw another Loki in front of the bed.

"Who is that?"

"It's a clone"

"A clone?"

"Now I have to be around him in order to control him but even if I'm not atleast you get a life sized replica of me with whom you can live out your aggressive fantasies" you chuckled as he said that.

"Hello darling" the clone smiled at you so you waved a hello at him.

"I don't understand…how? How would I know that he's the clone and you're not, what if you're clone and he's the real one"

"Wow i have never been asked that, I made him and I can make him go away ..like this" he waved his fingers and the clone was gone before he brought him back again.

"He can't do that..see, Loki can you send me away?" He asked his clone

"No my liege, you are the who controls me" the clone answered

"Seee"

"Okay so he's like a robot"

"In a way yes"

"Okay ummm.. I don't want him..I mean i appreciate you thinking of that for me but I don't want a clone, I only want you and I'll wait for you to come back to me, those fantasies are reserved for you" you cupped his cheeks and he smiled before he kissed you softly, he waved his fingers and his clone was gone to wherever he came from.

Next morning when you woke up, the pain was somehow worse, your ankle felt swollen, the fall had made your ankle twist horribly and you were wondering how it wasn't broken.

He laid you down on the bed after you had showered and when you winced he immediately sat down on the edge and started to take the bandage off from your swollen ankle.

"Hurts?" He asked

"Yeah, those meds are useless" your eyes teared up and you could see the look of worry on his face, he rubbed his fingers over the area to massage gently, that worked like a charm and you immediately felt ten times better. What would you have done without him?

"Oh lokii...thank you" he wrapped your ankle carefully before he crawled up and kissed you.

"You still want to go with me right?"

"Yeah ..let me just talk to my mom, I'll tell her that Mrs Geller will help me"

"Mhnmm I will go inform Mrs Geller of our evil scheme" you smiled as he kissed your forehead and left to go see Mrs Geller, you picked up your phone and sighed before you called your mom. As soon as she picked she started to yell at you.

"I had called you several times..where were you? Stephen said that he won't be able to see you, what happened?" She asked you.

"Umm did he tell you why?" You questioned her and she went quiet for a moment.

"He didn't tell me, I asked" her voice lowered down.

"Well I had an accident and my leg is sprained badly so–"

"What? How did you get into an accident?" She was yelling again.

"Just some guy on a motorbike speeding"

"Oh honey, okay I'm going to talk to David and I'll be there as soon as possible" your eyes widened as she said that.

"Mom no…look I'm fine, it's just a sprain and Mrs Geller will take care of me, you don't have to come all the way and especially since you were just here"

"My child is hurt and I want to be there, I am coming" you squeezed your eyes as she said that firmly, that would dampen your plans with Loki.

"You don't have to mum i promise, I'll come see you when I'm healed, it's been a while anyways since I have been there " she sighed deeply as you said that.

"Well, okay, was he there when the accident happened?"

"Yes he took me to the hospital ".

"Ok good, I have told you so many times to keep your eyes on the road but you never listen" your eyes teared up as you noticed the concern in her eyes

"I know mommy I'm sorry but don't worry I'm fine"

Loki came back so you smiled at him, he did notice your sullen face though so he sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Okay mom i have to go help Mrs Geller with a recipe..I'll talk to you later okay?"

As you hung up you finally sniffled so he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.

"What happened? What did she say?" You wiped your tears before you started to speak.

"You know some kids have parents that are just too good to be true and then some kids have parents that shouldn't have procreated?" He nodded as you questioned "Well it's easier to either love or hate them fully but then there are my parents and I'm talking about my own father here, not the step dad, they're so critical and anything I do in life it's never enough for them but they love me you know, everytime I'm hurt they get hurt, they get worried sick, and it's not easy for me to just hate them even though they make me want to hate them when they're constantly demeaning me and my life choices"

He wiped your tears as they shedded incessantly from your eyes,

"You don't have to hate them sweetheart, they love you and you love them but they also want you to live a life you don't want to live, they want you to carry forward their dreams and live up to their expectations, it's burdening and it's also reasonable for you to hold a certain amount of resentment and you need have that sort of boundary so you can protect yourself, you're not doing anything wrong" your eyes welled up even more as he said that.

"Really? Because I always feel guilty that I'm not who they want me to be and I have wished so many times that they could have had the daughter that they really wanted" a broken sob escaped your lips so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly.

"But it's not your fault, if they can not get rid of their picture perfect image of you then it's not your responsibility to continue to appease them my little one. You are absolutely divine just the way you are, I'd never ever change anything about you, not even a single quirk because all of them together makes you who you are, this sweet little princess right here is nothing short of a goddess and if I had the power, I'd build a new realm for her, her own realm that she could rule over, I'd have worshippers willing to beg on their feet just to have a glimpse of her"

The hiccuped cries clenched his heart as you hugged him as tightly as you could. You once read that the term I love you were the sweetest words of endearment a man could use. Yeah right. Beat that.

"What did I do to find you?" He chuckled as you questioned him.

"I ask myself that very question ever since I have met you"

He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you were calm.

As Thor came, he initially flipped out when Loki told him about the secret plan but then he was convinced pretty easily.

"How are we doing this? I'll take you first and then Loki?"

"Why can't you take us both?' Loki questioned him

"I have one free arm, kindly do the mathematics"

"Well take me first then, that way I'll be there to greet her"

"Awnnnn" you and Thor both made the noise at the same time.

"Be careful with her, she's hurt as it is"

Loki warned him and Thor nodded.

Thor took Loki first and he was back in less than one minute. Damn how fast was this hammer ?

"Ummm thank you for doing this, i hope karma will pay you for this in sexual services"

You mumbled nervously, you had never been flighted by a god with a hammer, it was surprising you weren't saying something more absurd. He opened his mouth to retort but he came up with nothing, what was he even supposed to say?

"I'll have to wrap my arm around your waist for safety, Is that alright?" He asked you so you hummed in agreement.

"Do you wrap them around Loki's?"

"He won't let me, he grabs onto my shoulder but he's a god like me so i trust him to not fall down"

"Understood "

You will never be able to describe what you felt when he flew you away with him, it happened in seconds but it felt like you were falling from a cliff and having the worst nightmare of your life. As you felt the ground beneath your feet Loki's arms wrapped around you to keep you steady.

"Are you alright darling?"

"Yeahhh just …dooozzzyyy" he smiled as you said that. He quickly conjured a blanket and wrapped it around you, when you looked down you couldn't see your body, it had turned invisible.

"Holy mother of maple syrup toast ..what did you do?" He smiled before he cupped your cheeks to peck your lips.

"Cloak of invisibility, when mother gifted me this on my 80th birthday. I never understood the use of it, i was learning the invisibility charm myself but I think I know what it can be used for now " he explained excitedly but you were still in shock.

"Cloak of invisibility? Like …Harry Potter?"

He looked at you confused before he wrapped you completely in the blanket and he disappeared too, he then picked you up in his arms because you couldn't walk on your own.

"Is she visible in any way?" He asked Thor so Thor fixed the lower portion where your legs were visible still.

The cloak was transparent so you looked around as he took you inside, your eyes widened at the infrastructure, you have never been into a place like this, and that's when you realized that you were actually in New York City at the moment.

Somehow he was able to transport you to his room without bumping into anyone, he sat you down on the bed before he took the cloak away from you.

"Okay the hard part is done right?" You asked him and he smiled

Looking around his room you noticed that it was the size of your apartment, infact bigger than that, he didn't have many furnitures but his bed was thrice the size of your bed, there was a full sized couch in the middle of the room with a tv on the front, his room also had a balcony, there was an elegant looking dresser next to his closet, the intricate designs and the fine woodwork was enough of an indication that it was something from his vault because it didn't really go with the rest of the modern setup.

"I will bring us food"

"You're leaving me alone.. please don't leave me alone" you clutched onto his arms so he leaned forward to kiss you.

"I will be back in a flash i promise" he assured you.

"Okay"

As he left you got up and hopped your way to the dresser, you sat down on the dressing stool and looked at yourself in the mirror. Jesus What happened to your hair? Must be the Ride on the Mobonil.

You picked up the comb to brush your hair but then put it back down feeling as if you'd taint the pristine comb with your greasy hair, there were several bottles of cologne on his dresser and they all smelled like him.

There was also an attached drawer so you pulled on the handle to open it, there was a picture of you in there, your eyes teared up as you picked it up, it wasn't a photograph but a sketch, you didn't even know when he had made it..

You closed the drawer and stood back up, that's when the door opened making you jump in your spot a little. He closed the door and then he conjured a huge tray out of nowhere,

"You know I'm just one person right?" He chuckled as you said that

"Well I brought those Snacks as you midgardians like to call it, you can reap the benefits whenever you're ravenous"

"I'm going back even fatter aren't i?" He tilted his head as if you had said something completely outrageous.

"You're not fat darling "

"And you're not pretty" he shook his head before he walked towards you and kissed the moment of insecurity out of you.

After eating you laid down with him on the bed to snuggle him

"God this is nice"

"It definitely is, isn't it?"

"I feel drowsy"

"Must be those medicines darling, care for a sleep?"

"Yes please"

He caressed your back until you fell asleep in his arms, this is the most impulsive thing you've ever done in your life so far, you still couldn't believe that you were in New York City. If five months ago someone had played you this exact scenario in front of you, you would have laughed uncontrollably.

You always dreaded your 30th birthday then how come it was going superbly then all your years before?

You were at a party but you couldn't recognise the place, you could see the people dancing around you, they seemed a bit blurry though as if you were in a hazy dream. You were tired of dancing so you whispered something into the ears of the woman in front of you and made your way to the bar to get a drink.

You sat down next to a gentleman in a suit black, you both were in matching colours as if you came here together, he was attractive, he probably was the most attractive man you had seen in your life, his raven hair went past his shoulders and when he looked at you, those green eyes bored right into your soul. You also felt as if you had seen him before.

"Sorry i didn't mean to stare, i felt as if i had seen you somewhere" he chuckled as you said that, that mere smile gave you butterflies. What was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all. You had never felt such an attraction towards a man before,

"Perhaps you have seen me on news, I invaded your planet with an army a few years ago" your eyes widened in realization as he said that.

"Oh my god you're Loki" you said to him and he turned his head to look at you, his lips sipped on the neat whiskey he had ordered for himself.

"For a moment I was afraid my popularity has plummeted around here" you let out a nervous laughter as he said that.

"Noo i.. I read about you at the time, my ex husband actually made me see why we were supposed to hate you"

"Well I hope your feelings are not the same anymore" you gulped nervously as the intense eye contact made you feel flushed. Your cheeks felt warm.

"So what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned here for a crucial discussion"

"Ohhh" you mumbled.

"I watched you dancing over there"

"You did?"

"You have a way with your hips don't you?" Was he flirting with you? Oh god it's been years since a man this attractive had flirted with you. A man you actually wanted to flirt with you.

"Ummm well i wanted to be a dancer once"

"I can tell, makes me think of other situations where you could show me how those hips would work" you bit on your lips subconsciously at the comment and he leaned closer to you, he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and brought his lips to your ears, if he was some other guy you would have pushed him away by now but for some reason you felt hypnotized by his mere presence, everything about him enchanted you, you felt as if you were under his influence, his cologne attacked your senses and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

You had never felt such scorching heat with someone in your life, you never thought you'd ever get to feel it either, you didn't think it existed for you.

"Care for a dance?" He whispered in your ears and you could only whine in response which he took as a yes. His fingers laced with yours as he dragged you to a secluded corner of the hall.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

You moved slowly with him to the rhythm of the music, he placed his hands on your lower back and the action made you gasp, dipping you down slowly before he pulled you up smushing you so close to him in a moment, your chest were pressed to him, you were too close to man you barely knew.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

Your hips rolled in circles and hands curled around his neck, what was this feeling? Your lips were so close to him but he wasn't kissing you, even though you wanted him to just kiss you desperately.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Goddd" You whispered and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"There you are i have been looking for you"

You heard the voice so you pulled away from the man you had met a few minutes ago. Even after the divorce was finalized you still felt as if you owed him your loyalty,

"What happened?" You looked at him and he snickered in response.

"I was talking to him, I called him here to discuss something important"

You directed your attention towards Loki and he smiled at you before he looked you up and down from head to toe then he leaned into you to press a goodbye kiss on your cheek,

"See me again sometime later?"

You nodded as he said that, he walked towards your ex husband and went along with him leaving you to ponder over the question.

Now What did Stephen want from Loki?

You woke up feeling out of breath, you put your head up from top of his head to breathe properly, he was still sleeping holding you like a baby.

What the hell was that dream about? You couldn't even imagine marrying someone, let alone marrying that arrogant weiner Stephen Strange and why were you talking to Loki as if you two had never met?

Well it was probably just a stupid dream, you have had such vivid dreams before, maybe it was the result of your constant daydreaming combined with the pain medication you were taking.

Loki woke up a few moments later and pulled away from you a little, so he could look at you properly.

"What time is it?" You asked him and he chuckled before he looked at the clock he had on his bedside drawer.

"It's 6 in the evening, I missed the training session so I am afraid i have to go do that now" he kissed you softly before he pulled away.

"Mmmm I'll miss you"

"So will I, I shall return in two hours and I want you to keep this in case you'd need it" he conjured the cloak of invisibility and handed it to you.

He kissed you goodbye and you barely lasted three minutes before the boredom kicked in. The meds had kicked in and you didn't feel pain, so you wanted to go see the tower and everything else. You got off the bed, wrapped the cloak around you and looked at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were completely covered. You sneaked outside and Loki had told you that the training room was on the 30th floor so you sneakily pressed your finger on the elevator button.

"Let's go watch those boys fight"

You heard a voice and your heartbeat sped up, you looked to the side and you saw the person you despised the most, it was Melissa, damn she looked even more gorgeous in person, luckily for you her personality stank. There was black widow by her side, as well as Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark industries. There was one other woman as well that you didn't recognise.

"Wait up for me" you heard Thor's voice, and it made you more nervous, you just hoped none of them would bump into you in the elevator.

As soon as the door opened you got in and pressed yourself into the corner,

"I see you people met Lady Jane already"

He chuckled nervously and they all hummed. Ahhh that was Jane, his mortal girlfriend.

As the 30th floor arrived you followed them from behind, an access passcode was required to enter the training room so you were glad these people followed you.

You spotted Loki stretching his arms, he was in a gray shirt and a fitted workout pants, why did he have to look so sexy?

"Had no idea we were having an audience today" he mumbled in frustration, just the sight of Melissa made him fume with anger. You also saw Hulk, Hawkeye and Iron man there.

"You know what Loki, why don't we fight one on one today? No magic, no gimmicks, just me and you as who we are"

Brave words coming from someone whose powers were injected in him you thought.

"As who we are? Captain, I do not reckon you can handle me as who i am"

"Bring it on Loki, let's see what you got"

"Can you guys just fight?" Hulk intervened and you were so thankful for that.

Loki took off his shirt in one quick motion, you were so glad he was yours and you were definitely going to lick those tiny chest hairs later, your thoughts were utterly filthy. Why did he make you so horny? You saw Melisaa biting her lips and squeezing her legs at the sight of your sexy half naked boyfriend cum best friend. She really needed to watch herself.

You snapped back to reality though when you heard the sound of collective gasps emerging from the people around you.

When he talked about the real him, he meant it. You saw him transforming into someone else, he was taller, he was bigger and he was all blue. You noticed the rough ridges that covered him from head to toe, the pants he had on tightened around his body, so close to ripping if you were being honest. The stark difference you noticed was his head, he no longer had his raven hair, he was bald but his head wasn't smooth like a human being, his skull was protruded with even thicker ridges. He didn't even look like himself from a distance. He was in his Frost giant form.

"Ewwww what is that..that's disgusting..I need to leave…I'm sooo scared" Melissa got hyper and all you wanted to do was rip her tongue out of her mouth. How dare she? He looked at her and that's when you noticed his Ruby colored eyes, you also noticed the tears in them, your eyes moistened too as you looked at his sad little face, that was your lo, your soft little lo and he didn't deserve for anyone to be so cruel with him.

"What is this?" Captain asked him and Loki averted his gaze to look at him before he snickered, his jaw were clenched in anger.

"You wanted me to be who I am. No magic, no gimmicks right? Here I am, so fight me now"

You knew this wasn't going to end well for Captain Rogers.

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[great20sworld]

LIVING THE DREAM

A Viktor x Reader fanfiction

Summary: What happens when a mundane Monday night becomes the start of your dimensional journey? You, an ordinary human with an even ordinary life is transported to the wondrous world of your imagination, to the city of Runettera, meeting your favourite characters in their own world. Will you survive and find the life of your dreams, or would you be another unfortunate lost case in dimension travelling?

Chapter 1: The lucky day or not

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"Okay."

"This is getting out of hand."

You thought to yourself as you sat amoungst your self-built shrine of all that was beloved to you- maybe more than your own life. Your fingers were beginning to ache from all the restless typing and scrolling and your eyes were burning in the middle of the night as the easy read light rays from your phone strained your retina. Your walls were lined with pictures of them. Your "shrine", made of plushies, print out fan arts and keychains was all for them.

Your beloved, cherished, life saving yet almost detrimental obsession of a fandom...

Arcane.

You hadn't ever gotten yourself this deep in the fan culture or worried about the character arcs or stuck in theorising about the upcoming events or shipping two characters, as you have now. It had taken over your life, even your job and friends.

Also, you knew you won't be crawling out of this wonderfully crafted pit anytime soon. Neither the appeal of the show nor the fan community would let you. The story had inspired you to create and to consume. You had been called "cringe" and "obsessive" by many, but did you mind?

Absolutely not. Anything for your characters.

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You looked at the pause screen in your television, as you ate another biscuit. It was currently zoomed in on one of the main characters. His thin lean skeletal figure leaning against the cane by his side, held by his beautifully long phalanges. Two beauty spots adorning his face- one at the corner of his lips and another right below his eye, gaunt, pale features reigned by indomitable focus. His hair, longer than what would be considered "short" for a man, covering the sides of his face, as his golden eyes showed an expression of interest at something written on a half exploded chalk board, his lips slightly parted as if he were going to say something; as soon as you click the resume button.

You weren't going to anytime soon.

Oh no, you wanted to admire him. For he was your favourite.

You chuckled at the funny expression the particular scene was paused in. Then your laughter softens as you smile to yourself, lost in admiring the beauty of a soul who doesn't even exist in your world, or rather doesn't exist at all.

If only...

Oh well....

You hit the resume button.

Suddenly, as you were about to bite into another treat, and hear the melodic Czech accent from the man onscreen, your focus was interrupted by a loud crash.

Glass shattering...

You sat up, alarmed, as the power goes out.

Wasn't this just your lucky day!

You shivered slightly. Not much of a fan of the dark, oh you were not. Feeling your way upto the emergency lamp, you made your way to the kitchen, from where you had heard the glass shattering as well.

Probably the mice in your attic has found its way down through the holes in the ceiling again. The repairman could never fix it, no matter how much money they charged you. So, you had to take matters into your one hands with mouse traps and super glues, with your own additions to the design ofcourse. You weren't a freelance science researcher for nothing! Best to be cautious of shattered glass though....

You were greeted with the sight of a glowing watch lying on the floor (and the shattered glass of your windows), the sole source of glowing golden light, much brighter than a candle light in the entire room. Cautiously, but with curiousity, you gently lean in, to take a closer look.

Woah...

This wasn't one of your typical monday nights.

The "watch" (if you could even call it that) displayed not a dial with needles, but a small projection of what seemed to be...bubbles. Lots and lots of golden ones, floating over it, like a 3d floating model of the solar system. The circular rim of the watch were filled with tiny buttons, all very minute for you to even make out the strange symbols in them. You find yourself mesmerised by the patterns forming over the surface each time the "watch" ticked. However, your observation was interrupted by two voices outside.

"Did you forget to switch it off atleast? If it falls into the wrong hands..."

A gruff, scratching voice demands, as if loosing its patience.

"Well...if you had given me the time to, I certainly would have, steve!"

Another said, though this sounded a lot more squeakier, but not lacking in arrogance.

"You idiot!" Steve (as you think) cries out. "Now look what you've done Charon, we're trapped...in one of these human contraptions, shame on us... And we've lost the Chronoporter!"

Your eyes widen. "Human traps"? "Chronoporter" ?

Charon huffs, clearly unamused by his partner's ranting. "Why you gotta be so negative?" Then, "and why did we even name it Chronoporter?"

A sound which can only be described as a whine and a grunt is heard, before "Charon" yelps.

"Ow! Don't zap me!"

"Charon! When I said you need to find a way out of this trap, I didn't mean throw the Chronoporter!" Then, "and you know 'Chronoporter' sounds cool. I got it from an earthling tv show!"

"Steve, you ever watch those...human action movies, with violence and stuff?"

"No..?"

"Well, in those, when the main character gets stuck, they throw around objects to reach buttons which will release them."

"....."

"when we're back in Neutrinoverse cloud, do remind me to fire you from the next mission."

Charon giggles. "But you can't, Steve! Without the Chronoporter, we can't jump worlds!"

Steve growls.

Your curiousity gets the best of you. You gently peek out from behind the door at the dark streets, lit only by the farway street lamps, not powered by your power station.

Oh...

Oh those aren't humans or mice that are caught in your trap.

Absolutely bizarre.

Infact, you didn't even want to know what Steve and Charon were. The scientist in you flinches at her own words. But, sometimes it will be like that. Their loss that they will end up in a research facility somewhere, which is not yours.

You take a step back, and your feet crunches on a piece of the shattered window, crackling under your shoe. Your breath hitches as two "heads" (if you can call it that) turn towards you. Theirs "eyes" glinting with what your literature induced mind thinks to be malice.

The creatures stood before you an incomprehensible mass that defied logic and reason. You found yourself assigning familiar features to its shape to maintain your sanity. Its "head" loomed large, though it was merely a suggestion of one, a focal point in the writhing chaos which you hoped for their sake could perform bodily functions. You imagined eyes, though they were more like voids where eyes should be, black and depthless. A "nose" seemed to form, an abstract bump. Its "limbs" twisted and undulated, not truly arms or legs, but extensions of its amorphous body that you forced into a semblance of limbs. The creature was a nightmare made tangible, a thing that could only be described by the mind's desperate attempt to impose order on the formless. One creature's "mouth" opens, though what you expected was a series of gurgles or yelps, this one spoke in an accent unknown to you, but in perfect English nonetheless.

"oh! Hello there...human! Can you help us?"

You stood there, stunned, your mouth gaping wide open at the creature.

"I don't think she heard you Steve..."

"shut up, Charon, I'm speaking in an earthling's language, the settings haven't changed."

"hey, umm...could you toss the Chronoporter back here to me?"

The creature gestures with finger like appendage to the "watch" that was laying on the floor. So that was it...

"the Chronoporter...back...here...to...us!"

"Charon, she's not stupid come on, don't be demeaning..."

"well she's just staring right now, Steve..."

You spoke up quickly. If this was what you think it is... Oh gosh, won't you be rich and famous with wealth and fame unfathomable by your little mind!

"um...yes...uh...what does it do?" You ask, softly.

"oh! She speaks!" Steve exclaims before continuing, "Um... Yes, the Chronoporter... You earthlings don't have it but, it's a highly useful device in our dimension, which can help to...in your words... Transport the body and mind to another dimension, whichever is desirable for you."

By all that was holy, this was your lucky day!

Two aliens and a hitech gadget?! You need to tell someone! Anyone! Any organisation perhaps? Maybe your friend will help?

You grab the "Chronoporter" and make a rush for it, your fingers clutched around the metallic straps of it, electrical buzzing sharp on your tender skin, but ecstatic on your sensations.

"what...Hey! Stop! What are you...!"

You pointedly ignore the loud shouts and curses coming from behind you, as you make your way outside. The darkness of the power outage hadn't felt any less unimportant than it was today, this moment. You've never felt this exhilarated before, not even that time when you fixed the computer of your boss, and everyone cheered.

You pinch yourself. It hurts.

It wasn't a dream!

You rush to your nearest friend's house, when all of a sudden...

"Choose your next location."

"Please select the next desired option."

You look down at the Chronoporter. It was starting to buzz, to beep loudly and that mechanical voice was in urgency.

"INITIATING AUTOMATIC SHUT DOWN IN... 5...4...3...2..."

"No....No...NO!"

You press the brightest button.

Won't you be delighted?

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Chapter 2 available NOW in my Tumblr page.

[iicha-0s]

Oh, Neighbor | Jungkook×M!reader

A/N: hey guys! i wrote this one back in may because I was thinking about how there are not a lot of jungkook×male reader fanfictions, so i wrote this one for fun and it actually turned out to be pretty good. lmk what you guys think and also if you have any suggestions! currently i'm just cleaning out all the drafts that I have but you can drop your suggestions on what I should write ahead and i'll make sure to release those too. hope you enjoy! :D

Tags: !jungkook×m!reader, !alchohol use (jungkook gets drunk), !kissing, !blowjob, !hickeys, !biting, !both jungkook and male reader like eachother but won't accept it, !masturbation (referred only once), !nasty kissing, !fingering, !jungkook is drunk flirting with you, !dry humping, !jungkook is dick whipped, !facial, !multiple orgasms, !nipple play, !dom×reader×!sub×jungkook, !squirting, !very messy sex, !spanking (only a few times), !missionary, !cowgirl, !reverse cowgirl, !grinding, !creampie, !unprotected sex (stay safe!)

Rating: Explicit|Adult|R18

*RING! RING!*

you: hello?

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): hello, is this y/n?

you: yes, this is he.

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): umm... your name was on the top of the contact list so I called you. actually the owner of this phone has drank too much.

you: oh-

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): could you please come and pick him up?

you: um... o-okay...

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): alright he's at xxx bar please come soon.

you: yea thank you.

*HANGS UP*

you stand up from your couch and go to the door putting on a puffer jacket over your large sweatshirt since it was a little too cold out.

you take your bike keys and helmet and head out driving to the bar in order to pick your neighbor up. you didn't even know why you were doing this because you've just talked to him a few times, other than the formal greetings you give eachother upon crossing paths while going in and out of your apartment building.

you park your bike outside and head in to see a man standing beside another man who was passed out on the table.

you walk upto them and shake the passed out guy, a little by his shoulder as he groans and looks up at you slowly.

"hi y/n-ahh~" Jungkook slurs throwing a smile at you.

fuck that was cute- wait no don't go there y/n!

you internally slap yourself and then greet him back.

"hi. you've drank too much haven't you?" You ask him as he looks up at you while elbowing the table, the smile still consistent of his face.

"only a little too much yesiuu~." He replies as you shake your head.

"are you here to take me home?" He asks and holds his hand out towards you.

"Yes actually. so let's go hm?" You take hold of his hand and help him stand up as he keeps smiling and throws an arm around your neck so you could support him properly.

"excuse me? are you his boyfriend?" two girls ask you while giggling as you wrap an arm around Jungkook's waist to support him up while he leans against you.

"huh? oh n-"

"Yes he is~ what will you do about itt?~" Jungkook says pointing a finger at them and then giggling to himself while mumbling gibberish.

"s-sorry I'll take him home now." You bow your head to them and then walk outside the bar with jungkook still clinging onto you while mumbling gibberish and giggling to himself.

you take him to your bike and make him wear the helmet and climb onto your bike, him following you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

you start driving back while he sticks to you humming random tunes here and there throughout the whole drive back. upon reaching your building you both climb off and you take him upstairs.

"where are your keys?" You look at him as he doesn't reply and just smiles at you, lunging towards you and hugging you tightly.

"i-"

"i like you. thank you." He says and you could sense the smile in his voice while he continued hugging you. you pat his back a few times and then pull him off of you because it seemed as if he won't let you go unless you physically pull him off of you.

"where are your keys?" You try again as he just giggles. you give up and check his pockets when he suddenly pulls your hands away furrowing his eyebrows.

"whoa whoa whoa... atleast take me inside before you start touching me." he says and throws his arm over your shoulder while smiling slyly at you and pulling you closer to him.

you decide to ignore him and check his front pockets, finally finding his keys and opening the door. you walk in with him and take him to the couch, when he suddenly pulls you along with him while dropping backwards on it.

"don't you like me too?" he wraps his arms around your neck and stares into your eyes intensely.

"You're a nice person." you reply and pull yourself off of him only to have him wrap his legs around your waist and hold you in place.

he places his hands on your shoulders while you're propped up on him with your hands on his either side on the couch holding you up, with Jungkook's legs still wrapped around your waist tightly.

"noo~ more than a person. do you like me how I like you?" he pouts and stares up at you with his big eyes.

"if you don't then lemme make you like me." he suddenly sits up and switches positions causing you to sit down on the couch, while he's on top of you.

"w-what are you doing?" You mumble as he presses himself against you and grinds on you a little while grabbing your hair on the back of your head and smashing his lips against yours.

"mmhmph~" You try to pull away but he keeps pressing himself onto you and doesn't let you go at all.

he licks your bottom and then your top lip, his hand coming forward to wrap itself around the side of your neck. his thumb under your chin, tilting your chin upwards so he could kiss you better.

he pulls away breathlessly and stares into your eyes, your cheeks now a crimson shade. both of you panting against eachothers lips.

he pulls you in a kiss again, this time you kissing him back as your tongues rub against eachother again and again fighting for dominance.

he takes hold of your hands and places it on his ass, shifting closer to you on your lap while you tilt your head backwards against the back rest of the couch continuing to kiss him. he starts moving his hips against yours while you grip onto his ass through his jeans both of you groaning softly in eachothers mouths.

he pulls away again and climbs off of your lap, getting on his knees in front of you. he stares up at you with his big eyes and starts unbuttoning your pants at an annoyingly slow pace.

just as he pulls your boxers down your big thick cock springs up slapping softly against your tummy. he stares at it in shock and lust, taking hold of it slowly and giving it small kitty licks.

you place your hand on his head when he starts taking you in his mouth, helping him swallow your length perfectly till it hits the back of his throat. you feel him go deeper causing you to enter his throat as he gulps around you making you throw your head back and let out a soft moan.

hearing your positive response to what he just did he slowly starts bobbing his head up and down your length, swallowing and sucking your soul out of your dick.

"ahh fuck~" You groan gripping onto his hair while he continues doing such a great job.

he pulls away and strokes your dick with his hand staring up at you while licking his lips. you pant a little and look down at him, him giving you a soft smile before taking you in his mouth again.

"fuck-" You tightly close your eyes and concentrate on nothing but how good his mouth felt around you. how him deep throating you was now the best feeling in the world, and also how maybe now you jerking off isn't going to help you cum easily.

yes, since the first time you saw him there were sometimes he'd slide into your trail of thoughts while jerking off. the first time you thought it was rude, but having him in there and imagining yourself cumming on his face would make you cum so easily.

but now I think I won't be able to cum without his face actually under my dick while I cum. fuck what did you get yourself into, y/n!

you groan and feel your high building up while he strokes, licks and swallows your dick making you completely lose your mind due to the amount of pleasure.

"fuck I'm gonna cum." You groan one hand still holding his hair while the other grips on the back of the couch behind you.

"cum on my face please." You hear him say and for a sec you thought it was just your imagination but when you look down at him, you see him looking at you with his big eyes whilst moving his hand up and down your cock.

letting your desires engulf you, you immediately stand up towering over him. grabbing his hair you tilt his head backwards and take hold of your cock starting to jerk off at a fast pace.

you throw your head back and cum, spurting your sweet liquid all over his face with a moan. you look down panting to see him staring at you while being covered in your cum.

"You came so much." He says panting too, his fingers moving to his face as his licks your cum off of the corners of his lips and off of your fingers and hand too.

"fuck I'm sorry." You run a hand through your hair and grab some tissues from the tissue box on his coffee table and start wiping his face.

"Why? I liked it." You pause upon hearing him say that and look at him to realise he's been staring at you this whole time.

after done cleaning his face he pushes you back on the couch and stands in front of you in between your legs. he stares into your eyes and slowly starts stripping out of his clothes. climbing onto your lap he kisses you again, staring to slowly take the rest of your clothes off too.

you two share a nice soft make out session that leaves both of you breathlessly staring into eachothers eyes with lust and desire. he leans backwards a little so that he's sitting up straight and places his hands on your shoulders, whilst maintaining an eye contact with you.

"want me to prep you?" You stare into his eyes as he nods, his cheeks burning a shade darker.

you pull him in a kiss while moving your hand to his ass. you massage his ass cheeks softly as he moans into your mouth, both of your tongues rubbing against eachother. slipping on hand in between you press the tip of your fingers against his hole causing him to jerk forward with a gasp against your lips.

you slowly apply some pressure against his hole with your middle finger, pushing it in when he pulls away from the kiss and hides his face in your neck shyly. you kiss and suck on his neck in order to soothe him from any pain he might be feeling. pumping your fingers in and out of him on a slow and steady pace causes him to squirm and moan on top of you.

"another one?" You whisper in his ear while nibbling on his earlobe as he bites his lip and nods.

you pull your finger out and push back in, this time along with your index finger as the stretch causes jungkook to shut his eyes tightly and furrow his eyebrows. you start moving your fingers in and out of him at a slow pace while jungkook places his hands on your shoulders for support and moans on top of you.

you couldn't seem to get your eyes off of his face. seeing how it contorts in pleasure that you're giving him makes you painfully hard against your tummy.

"fuc- faster please" He mewls while starting to move his hips on your fingers, eyes tightly shut.

you pull your fingers out and then push them back in, this time going deeper as it causes jungkook to arch his back while moaning loudly because the tip of your fingers brushed against his g-spot.

"there you are." You coe at him, while pressing soft kisses on the hickeys you left on his neck and continue pumping your fingers in and out of him while purposefully applying pressure on his g-spot here and there.

"more please! i want more~" He moans and pants while gripping onto your hair at the back of your neck.

you take this as a sign to add another finger and continue pumping your three fingers in and out of him, stretching him out perfectly. you lean in and take his nipple in your mouth, rubbing your tongue against it before sucking on it softly causing jungkook to jerk up with a high pitched moan and his head to fall back.

you continue sucking and licking his nipple, tugging it with your teeth here and there as jungkook feels his hig approaching him rapidly. he arches his back into your face, holding onto your head against his chest tightly as you continue moving your fingers in and out of him at a fast pace.

"ffffff-fu-ck me!" He twitches harshly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and squirts while cumming shooting streaks of piss all over your chest and his thighs followed with his cum.

you were taken by shock as you didn't know he was a squirter, but seeing how hard he came you continue moving your fingers in and out of him slowly to help him ride out his high.

once he's calmed down you pull your fingers out, jungkook softly whining at the feeling of emptiness and looking down at you with hooded eyes. he leans in immediately and presses his lips against yours, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck to hold you close to him.

his chest presses against yours, his piss and cum getting smeared on both of yours chests but neither of you cared enough to move away.

that was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

you think to yourself when jungkook pulls away and says something about continuing this in his bedroom. you see him climb off of your lap, still hard as a rock and holding his hand out to you. you take it and he leads you to his room, your focus moving down to his plump ass that had red handprints from how hard you were gripping on it while making out with him.

you both climb on his bed as he climbs on top of you again and presses his lips against yours while sitting on your dick. you groan at the feeling of his heat and wetness on your dick and grab his ass harshly with a slap. he moans against your lips, placing his hands on either sides of your head as you start rubbing and slapping his ass here and there making him grind on top of you.

"I'll make it good okay?." He pulls away and stares into your eyes.

you nod and get comfortable against his pillows while he sits up straight and spreads his ass cheeks to position your dick to his entrance and starts sinking in. you place your hands on his hips to help him both of your eyes never leaving eachother.

"ugh fuck-" You both moan in sync as he looks down once completely settled with you inside him and let's out a soft sigh.

"its in." You look at him as he pants and suddenly grab his hips and thrust up into him with a groan, pulling him down against you too to meet your hips.

"w-wait- wha- huffph!" He cuts himself off with a loud moan and places his hands on your chest for support.

"try to get used to not being the one in-charge with me, hm?" You scoff and hold him in place while starting to thrust upwards into him, whilst helping him move his hips in sync with you.

your actions soon cause him to melt into a moaning mess, your dick filling him up so well. meanwhile his walls felt so perfectly tight around you that it felt as if they were made just for you. that he was made just for you.

"hhngh!" He throws his head back while still leaning forward against you, hands now gripping onto your arms while letting out another loud moan.

"so perfect just for me." You groan underneath him and increase your pace moans spilling out of your mouths non-stop as the pleasure just explodes in both of your bodies like fireworks.

you decide to switch positions, so you flip both of you around causing his back to land on the bed and hover above him. spreading his legs out you position yourself so that you tip is right in front of his hole and push in slowly while jungkook throws his head back moaning loudly.

pulling his legs over your shoulders you set up an animalistic pace which has jungkook gripping onto the pillows and sheets around him while moaning out your name loudly. you look down to where your bodies were connected to see how easily he swallows up your dick, his own leaking precum profusely against his toned stomach.

you hold onto his hips and angle yourself in a way that has jungkook screaming at the feeling of your tip hitting again and again against his g-spot. he arches his back and head into the mattress while his toes curl up in the air the amount of pleasure you're giving him basically overflowing through his veins.

he felt as if he was dripping from everywhere and it felt so good that he never wanted to get rid of this feeling. he brings his hand up and grips onto his hair in frustration at the unbelievable feeling. his hair was wet from all his sweat but he pulls onto it without a care in the world, while chanting your name like a mantra. if he knew fucking you would make him feel this good, he would've done this wayyy before.

he feels your hands slide up his stomach and to his chest, softly rubbing at his sensitive nipples and he finds himself arching into your hands. you pinch and rub his nipples again and again increasing the amount of pleasure by ten times as he feels his high approaching him again.

you push his legs further ahead to a point that his knees almost touch his shoulders and drill into him because him clenching around you repeatedly was causing you to feel like you were about to cum too.

you fasten your pace more, pistoning into his hole when jungkook arches his back harshly squirting again and cumming simultaneously all over your and his chest. his toes curl and he sees stars behind his closed eyelids while his walls clench around you so tight that you end up cumming inside him with a groan.

you slow down your pace and continue moving in and out him, seeing small pumps of cum and piss still pouring out of him as his head was still arched back into the pillow with his mouth open but no sound coming out. stopping eventually you both lay there panting, as the sight of him shaking because of his orgasm makes you get hard again in an instant.

you place his legs down and lean in, pressing your swollen lips gently against his swollen ones and you both share a messy kiss with your breaths and soft moans mingling here and there along with your tongues and spit.

you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him up so that he's straddling your lap, as he wraps his arms around your neck for support and continues kissing you back. you place your hands on his ass and position your tip right in front of his hole when he pulls away from the kiss abruptly. you chase after his lips while he places his hands on your shoulders to stop you.

"Wait stop!" He yells suddenly as you listen to him stopping yourself from any movements.

"what what what??? did I hurt you????" You say and proceed to pull him off of you only to be stopped by him pulling your hands off of his waist.

"n-no. i- I just wanna put it in pr-properly." He stutters as you notice his ears growing red which causes you to break into a smile.

"alright. go for it." You pat his back softly and place a few kisses on his shoulder, to which Jungkook replies with a few whimpers and tiny moans.

he turns around so you won't see how his cheeks were burning red. his back was now facing you, as you lean back against the headboard to give him his space and let him do what he wants. he spreads his legs a little more and turns sideways placing a hand on your shoulder for support and starts sinking in after positioning your dick perfectly. his eyes focused on how well and easily your dick was sliding into him, filling him up once again.

"huff hngh-" He bites his lower lip while throwing his head back and continuing to sink down on you feeling his high build up just by having you enter him.

once he was done he let's out a small sigh and keeps sitting up straight as you watch him waiting for a sign to start moving. Jungkook suddenly moves back a little causing your dick to slip in deeper as he throws his head back, mouth falling open but nothing comes out.

"ah fuc-" You groan underneath him while throwing your head back. you couldn't help yourself now so you snake an arm around his waist and pulled him closer starting to thrust up into him again.

you had one arm around his waist, snuggling your head in his neck while the other was cupping his inner thigh, holding his legs open. he too had placed his hands on both of your arms, gripping onto the forearms while throwing his head back and moaning loudly.

you keep placing kisses on his neck and increase your pace moans spilling out and filling up his bedroom causing the amount of air to run short and both of you ending up breathless.

you take hold of his hand and wrap it around his hard dick, collecting some of the precum spilling from his tip and start stroking it. your hand still around his as he arches his back feeling the warmth of both of your's hands around his dick.

"d-dont i-i'll cu-cum." He moans loudly as you continue thrusting in him while stroking his dick as both of yours oragasm build up quickly since you both were still very sensitive from your last orgasms.

you increase your pace of thrusting up into him as he starts moving his hips in sync with yours. both of yours moans grow louder and louder and you both continue pumping his dick causing his walls to clench around you so perfectly.

you bite onto his shoulder while he throws his head back against yours, head hitting the headboard with a loud bang. you place your free hand on his head where it hit the headboard and cum inside him, filling him up with your warm sweet cum as he moans at the feeling while throwing his head back too and cumming all over his chest and both of your thighs.

panting, you both sit quietly for sometime to gain some energy back. jungkook still sitting on top of, goes limp and leans against you the energy completely leaving out of his body because having you fuck him sent him away in a state of euphoria where he kind of wanted to stay forever.

you rub softly against his hair to soothe any pain he must be feeling from hitting his head so hard against the headboard, but jungkook was far too gone from his consciousness to even understand what was going on.

you slowly lift him up and place him on the bed next to you, fixing the pillow under his head and take hold of the tissue box and start wiping him clean. you look up at him to notice how he still had his eyes closed and was shaking a little due to the aftershocks so you make sure to quickly clean both of you up, just to follow it up with some good rest.

"You come too." he mumbles when you gently cover him with the comforter as he gets comfortable and takes hold of your hand placing it below his head.

"Yes lemme clean up real quick okay?" You say brushing his hair off of his face and pull your hand away slowly going to the living room and picking up both of yours clothes and bringing them to the bedroom. you then go to the bathroom and bring out a warm wet towel and clean yourself first before taking another towel and cleaning jungkook up with it.

"come quickkkk~" He whines sleepishly as you chuckle and tell him you are trying to be as quick as possible and go to the laundry room to drop the towels in the basket.

you turn around to head back to the bedroom to see Jungkook standing in the doorway wearing your shirt and rubbing his eyes while pouting.

"what's wrong?" You ask and step towards him as he comes towards you and wraps his arms around your waist resting his head on your chest.

"stay with me." he pouts as you chuckle softly and wrap your arms around him too brushing his hair a little.

"Yes I will." Lifting him up you take him back to the bedroom and place him on the bed, joining him immediately as he shifts backwards pressing his back against your chest and resting his head on your bicep. you cover him with the comforter as he sighs and snuggles back more into your arms.

"cover yourself too. no matter how hot it gets you have to keep your tummy covered." He mumbles sleepishly as you cover yourself with the comforter too bringing your hand up to his hair and softly stroking it.

he falls asleep soon and turns in his sleep snuggling his head into your chest and cuddling you tightly as you cuddle him back and fall asleep too.

[yayakoishii]

tastes like vinegar | Taiga x Reader

Fandom: Idaten Jump

Pairing: Samejima Taiga x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre/Tags: Jealous Taiga, Insecurities, Spoilers upto Ep. 28

Summary: Taiga gets jealous of Koei when you praise the ninja rider and his bike.

A/n: I was feeling really in love with Taiga after his match against Arthur and the way he took the defeat so well– he's just the best 😭 I want him to have the whole world. My mind was blank of ideas and then I thought, "what if... jealous Taiga!!" and Koei is such a good target for his jealousy 😂

The title of the fic is a reference to a phrase I often see in Chinese novels and dramas– vinegar is like a metaphor for jealousy. So when someone is jealous, they say that it looks like the person has swallowed vinegar.

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"...amazing how he can control it that high up," you were going off about Aero Scissors.

Normally, outings were reserved for Taiga and you to talk about yourselves and your work but he hadn't realised that your work as a mechanic would include you talking about Koei. (His MTB, actually, but the green monster inside his chest was focusing more on the person who owned the bike.)

There was a shine in your eye as you spoke, chopsticks holding hands waving about over your bowl of noodles while you explained how the lighter frame of Aero Scissors made it easier for the wind to lift it or something along those lines. Taiga could never ignore what you were saying so he had to sit there and listen to you heap praise on the build of the bike and also its rider for how well he controlled and rode it.

"... different from Bloody Fang, of course," you paused when you noted how quiet Taiga was, unlike his usual self. He would always hum or nod when you were talking to show that he was listening, but today, all his attention was focused on his bowl in a weirdly intense manner. "Are you okay?"

"Hm?" Taiga looked up at you and blinked at your concern. "I'm alright."

"Am I talking too much?" You asked with an easy smile before taking your first bite after quite a while. Taiga smiled back and shook his head. "Then, something on your mind? Something you wanna say instead of listening to me yap about bikes?"

"No, you can continue," Taiga gestured, his own chopsticks just moving the noodles around in his bowl. "I'm listening."

You watched him quietly for a few seconds as you chewed thoughtfully then shrugged and decided to finish what you were saying. This time though, you paid closer attention to Taiga's microexpressions and noted the brief notes of anger and sadness whenever you mentioned Koei or praised Gabu's skills as a racer.

"It's all super interesting," you said mildly, looking down at your own bowl instead of Taiga. "I'm lucky I get to see them up close. It took me a while to get Koei to trust me enough to examine Aero Scissors but he's a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. I can't blame him for not trusting me after those four keep meddling with him, y'know? Since I'm also in Sharktooth…"

Taiga seemed to have frozen in the middle of what you had said. He couldn't help but wonder at your words. Was there a possibility that you might… like Koei? There was already something about the ninja that made him deeply uncomfortable but now, there was this inexplicable anger and feeling of inferiority that Taiga was feeling towards him. He didn't like feeling like that one bit.

A gentle nudge to his elbow startled Taiga out of his own thoughts and he looked at you. You were sitting much closer to him than before, your empty bowl pushed aside so that your arm was bumping into his. Your head was turned to face him and the expression you had on was… unusual.

"What?" He swallowed, pushing down the snap in his voice that was about to automatically surface from even thinking about Koei. You smiled softly at him, the same smile that always made his heart skip a beat. Now, Taiga wondered if you smiled that way towards Koei too.

Koei was older, a good rider, a caring brother… There was no reason for you to choose Taiga over Koei. So to speak, Taiga himself had lost to both Yamato Shō and Arthur and if you were disappointed in him and thought Koei was better for winning against Arthur… Then there wasn't anything wrong in that. Taiga could understand that. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

The idea of Koei taking you out on dates, holding your hand, having dinner with you like he was doing right now– it made his chest feel too tight and suffocating. Like something was inserting a thousand needles into his heart.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, eyes knowing. Taiga blinked and looked away, trying not to show his hurt on his face. He couldn't lie to you but…

"Nothing," he muttered instead. Lying by omission was still lying but he couldn't tell you what he felt. It was easier to just stay away and console his broken heart while you got together with Koei.

"I can tell you're not thinking about nothing," you said, poking him with your index finger. A sad smile crawled over your face and you tilted your head before asking, "Do you know what my dream is?"

Taiga looked at you in question, confused by the sudden change in topic. You smiled and looked away, giving your empty bowl back to the shopkeeper before you continued.

"C'mon, you gotta guess," you teased. Taiga hurriedly finished his own bowl while he thought over the whole time he has known you, every bit of information you had told him about yourself that he had carefully stored in the nooks of his heart for safe-keeping. You let him think, quietly humming to yourself as he did and Taiga only answered you after the two of you had left the shop.

"To build a bike by yourself." He wasn't super confident but he still said it firmly. If it wasn't this, then he had surely failed you. Your look of surprise answered him before you did.

"You really do pay attention to me," you said, a little in awe. "I never outright told you and you still figured it out. Ha... You're amazing, Taiga."

Was he? But he wasn't amazing enough for you to like him, right? Then what was the use of being so good at something like this? He couldn't even impress you more than some guy who was lower in rank than him. Right now, amazing doesn't feel enough.

"Well, you definitely don't know the answer to this question, though," you said confidently. The two of you were walking back home, footsteps slow and steady so that you could talk longer, taking the longer path though you both knew plenty of shortcuts. Taiga looked at you curiously and it only made you grin as you asked, "Who do I want to build that bike for?"

Taiga stopped in his tracks. You had someone in mind that you wanted to ride the ultimate bike you would make someday? He didn't have an answer for that. He hadn't thought that you would want someone specific to have that bike, but it made sense. Of course, you would want a really great rider to own your bike. There were so many around you, so if you had chosen someone, it wouldn't be that unbelievable.

"No," he admitted after resuming walking. You, who had stopped beside him, matched his speed. "I don't know the answer to this one."

"Ah," you tutted lowly, looking up at the night sky. "I guess you don't know all of me yet, Taiga."

"Guess not," he sneaked a peek at your profile, illuminated by the moonlight and the street lamps and the LED lights of shops around the two of you. Even in that weird clash, you seemed to glow like the beautiful person he knew you were. You could have anyone in the world. Someone like you deserved to choose the best for yourself.

"Do you wanna know the answer?" You finally looked at him again and Taiga felt his feet root to the spot at the gleam in your eye. The excitement to share something with him. He was curious, but it also felt like the answer had the ability to hurt him. If you said the name of Koei, or someone like Arthur even, he was not sure if his heart could take it. "Okay, how about I give you a hint? He is my favourite rider in the whole world."

Oh.

Taiga looked at you, wide eyed. Your hands were joined behind your back as you gave him a soft smile. Taiga had known you for months now, months spent learning the most random bits of information about you. But the one bit that was the most important to him was that…

Your favourite rider was Taiga.

You had said it teasingly a few times. Every time, he took it as a joke, not letting himself hope, but the way you were looking at him right now, he could tell that you were serious. Your eyes flitted away nervously.

"He's…," you sounded shy, "a bit of an idiot, but he's really so cool. He's such an amazing rider and I want to make a bike for him that lets his skills shine through, you know? Something that can shine with him, so that everyone gets to know how talented he is. I want to study all these Idaten bikes and other interesting MTBs so that I can take all that knowledge and make him a masterpiece that he will love."

Taiga didn't really know what to say. The thoughts from half an hour back that were scared that you might like Koei had floated away. Your dream was to make a bike for him. Koei was not the one getting a bike made by you. Taiga was. If that didn't show who you clearly favoured then… What did?

"Are you…" he hesitated, "Are you sure you want to give it to him? There might be better riders out there that would–"

"No one is a better fit than him," you said confidently. "After all, I'm making it for him. Because I want him to have it. How can something made specifically for you suit someone else better?"

You started walking again and for a few seconds, Taiga just stared at your back, watching the distance between you grow until you stopped and turned your head back to give him a lovely smile. The smile that always made his heart beat faster because it meant that you were truly happy.

"He is an idiot," you paused and winked at him, "but he's my favourite for a reason, y'know?"

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[zealouscanonindeer]

Drunken nights

Synopsis: Ethan comes home drunk and gives Aspen a show of a lifetime.

Rating: Teen. Mentions of sex.

Category: Fluff.

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Saw these photos of David Gandy and the first thing that my brain said was drunk Ethan.

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Ethan woke up with the worst headache he'd had in ages, his head felt like a huge rock, pulling him down. He opened his eyes, only to find a dizzying feeling submerging him, he promptly shut his eyes, unable to take the stimulus. He groaned, trying once more, this time he could make out a blurry outline of a woman, her dark hair and white work shirt causing him to squint as she slowly grew into focus.

".. Rookie" He slurred, throwing an arm over her shoulder with too much force causing her to fall onto the bed under his weight.

He heard a shriek followed by distant laughing, he felt her move from under his arms, causing him to groan, a pout situating on his lips. This made her laugh even more.

He groggily tried to sit up and only made it half way before the throbbing in his head escalated. He looked up and Aspen had already moved to the vanity, removing her pearly earring. They locked eyes in the mirror and an amused smirk bloomed on her face which turned into a light snort followed by hysterical laughter.

"What? "

"Nothing." She caught her breath, the smile never leaving her face.

"What time is it? "

"It's 7 30 pm. You slept through the entire day, not that I'm surprised, you had a lot yesterday. " He nodded, the motion sending another spike through his head.

"When did you go? "

"My shift started at 10. Wasn't too long today, only upto 7. I just came back, to find you still in bed." "Be careful, Ethan. " She warned.

"Why? "

"Cause you're getting old, I'm not sure how long you can continue getting hungover. " She laughed.

"I'll show you old. "

" No offence but I don't see you doing any showing, atleast not till you've recuperated. " Besides you did put up quite a show yesterday. " She chortled again, walking out towards the kitchen.

"How do you mean? " Ethan called out after her, pushing the sheets of his legs to get up, to find himself stark naked. He couldn't remember a thing that happened last night.

"Aspen, why am I naked? " He questioned, entering the kitchen,haphazardly holding the sheet against him.

"Cause you just can't stand clothes, they stop you from viewing things you admire the most in the world. " She turned around from the pot in front of her, putting down the ladle on the countertop, pulling the thin sheet from his grasp and wrapping it around his waist properly before tucking the end.

"All your words, not mine. " Now she had moved onto his hair, pushing the locks into place trying to get rid of his bedhead.

He didn't remember ever uttering those words in his life. Wow, he really must have been stone cold drunk, a med school reunion with Tobias does that. He had enjoyed too much it seems.

"What exactly happened last night? "

"Lots of things. " A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Penny, come on. "

"I'll give you a preview of your many adventures last night. Wait" She grabbed her phone, scrolling, unsuccessfully biting back a laugh before turned the screen towards him. His face grew red as embarrassment washed over him.

Her laughter got stronger as tears pricked the edges of her eyes.

"Penny, delete that. "

"No chance. " She wagged her finger in front of his face, her face crumpling with amusement.

"You ain't seen nothing yet. "

"NOO" Ethan roared, hiding his face in his hands, slumping into a chair and resting his elbows against the dining table.

Seeing how mortifying this was for him, Aspen slid into the adjacent chair, running her hand over his back in circular patterns.

"Hey, it wasn't bad, just funny, I loved it. "

"Of course you did. "

"Do you want to know or not? "

"Yes, please. "

"Okay, then listen. " She began her monologue, fighting back the occasional fit of laughter.

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Ethan stumbled against the intercom button, pushing it continuously until he heard her voice.

"Penny, my love, the love of my life, I want to kiss you so bad right now, the whole..

His words were interrupted by the opening of the building door, Aspen pulled him in, closing the door behind her, pushing him towards the lift.

"Hey, how did you end up here, you were inside the machine, I was talking to you right now. "

The elevator dinged as they got in, his entire weight resting against her. Unable to take his weight any longer, she sat him down against the elevator wall, from where he stared up at her with glazed azure eyes, closing with exhaustion.

"Have you ever wondered, what if we had sex in the elevator, right here right now. I want to make good sweet love to you in the elevator. " With that thought he pushed himself up, swaying crazily. He stumbled towards her, pulling against his tie, throwing it over his head, crashing his lips into her.

She could taste the remnants of scotch against his smooth lips, as they moved expertly against hers. He broke away, suddenly serious.

"I can't stand these pesky clothes, they are like my worst enemy, I can't admire the thing I cherish most with them in the way. "

"Oh, and what's that?"

"You." He slurred, before backing away and pulling his tucked in shirt and undoing the buttons, fingers fumbling. Once he was done, he pulled it of his arms, hurriedly moving to his belt buckle next. Just as he undid it, the 9th floor arrived and the elevator doors opened.

He strutted out, pants sliding down his hips and gathering at his feet , Aspen gathering his shirt and tie behind him, shaking her head in glee. She was for the first time encountering this drunk Ethan. His unnecessarily loud voice called out inside the apartment.

"Rookie! Rookie! Come here. "

She felt sorry for her neighbours as she closed the apartment door behind her. His voice echoed as she replied.

"I'm here Ethan. "

He grinned as he turned around, smiling drunkenly at her.

"How'd you end up there? "

He began walking towards her, hitting his knee against the teapoy, the TV remote clattering to the floor. He got down on his knees, picking it up and brought it closer to his face, breaking into an off beat song.

"Wise men saayyy, only foolsss ruuussshh in.. "

Aspen was absolutely wheezing with laughter at this point, her sides aching. She quickly snapped a photo, she would show him in the morning.Ethan's singing continued as she sat back on the couch, eating her Chinese takeout. After a while, his head whipped around, eyes resting on her food.

"Where'd you get that?? "

"There's some in the kitchen. " He pushed himself up swaying as he walked, she followed him just to make sure, only to find him stuffing his face. Gosh, she hadn't laughed this much in her whole life. He turned around at the sound and she snapped yet another picture.

"Okay, that's enough."

She spoke pulling the box out of his hand, offering her other to him as she lead him to the bedroom. Having seated him on the bed, she went into the bathroom to do her nightly routine.

She entered to find that Ethan had now disposed off even his underwear and looked expectedly at her. She burst into even more laughter at the hilarious sights in front of her.

Clamping her hand to her mouth, she took a deep breath in to try and quench her giggles.

"Let's get you in bed. "

She guided him to the head of the bed, pulling the sheets as he rested on the mattress, his eyes closing as he flipped onto his stomach. Covering him with the comforter, she walked to her side of the bed, setting the alarm for tomorrow.

Oh boy wasn't this going to be fun.

************

She finished, wheezing uncontrollably, Ethan slowly joined in as they laughed until they were out of breath.

"Now, I have an important question for you. "

"Hmm? "

" Can I take you up on that sex in elevator plan or was that all just talk? "

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You guessed it! I have to do an elevator smut fic now.

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[cherubguts0]

F**k U Betta

Trey x cater smut

Cw: jealousy sex, riddle x trey mentioned, dirty talk? But also praise

A/n: riddle is, extremely out of character for this, I thought it would work better 👍

Wrd count: 3k

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Cater hates the term jealous. Really, it sounded so childish. What’s even worse is that he hates feeling jealous, the feeling of unwarranted rage and anger flowing through his blood as he watched his Housewarden cling onto trey when he thought no one was looking, the way riddles voice became softer around trey, despite his normal speaking voice being loud and commanding. It’s like riddles whole persona changed around trey.

Cater hated all of it, he hated when people asked if riddle and trey were dating. He hated hearing everyone say that riddle and trey were such a cute couple. They weren’t.

Cater and trey were supposed to be the cute couple! Everyone should be saying that they look cute together. It didn’t mater how many times trey reminded cater that he was his, the words others spoke still got under the gingers skin, especially when riddle acts all cutesy and innocent around the beloved vice house warden.

Today though truely was the last fucking straw.

It was a normal day in retrospect, cater and trey doing their morning routines, stealing a few kisses from eachother before making their way to their respected classes. Cater enjoyed chatting with his class mates, even passing a difficult potionology experiment.

But caters good mood quickly turned sour come lunchtime, entering the lunchroom to see the one and only riddle roseheart snuggled upto to treys side, arms wrapped around the olders muscular arm. “Trey? do you have the notes from ur old magic history class? I forgot to take some during class” riddles voice rang through caters head as he sat down opposite of his boyfriend, trying his best to hide the scowl on his face.

“Hmm? Are you alright riddle? You never skip out on note taking” trey asked, his voice laced with that brotherly worry he had for all the students of heartsabyul. “I dunno, I’ve been feeling super air headed recently” riddle said, looking up at his childhood best friend with his pretty doe eyes.

Lies.

Cater could see right through riddles Bull shit act. Riddle had purposely been dumbing himself down just to get treys attention.

Trey could only sigh as he rested the back of his hand on riddles forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever, maybe you’re overworked?” Trey offered as an answer to riddles non existent problem. He hadn’t even notice cater in front of him, eyes fully glued to his house warden. “Mmm maybe? What do you recommend to do” riddle asked

Cater was quick to speak up, tired of being ignored “maybe you should take a break.” Trey jumped a bit hearing caters voice, quickly looking at his boyfriend “ah, cater, how long have you been sitting there?”

“A while, I didn’t wanna interrupt your guys conversation, but seriously riddle if your not feeling well you should probably go take the rest of the day off to collect yourself” cater said, biting back malice and mean words.

Riddle only offered a sly smile to cater, “you’re right cater, trey, could you walk me back to the dorm?”

Caters blood ran cold before quickly heating up as he watched trey nod and stand. “I’ll be back cater” is all trey said before walking off with riddle, the shorter shooting back another sly grin as he walked away with his boyfriend.

Trey never did come back, cater spent his next classes alone, head filled with thoughts of riddle clinging to trey.

Cater knew trey would never even dream of cheating on him, but that didn’t stop his self hating mind from coming up with scenario after scenario.

By the end of class, cater was fuming, quickly making his way back to his dorm in search of trey. “Trey-kun?” Caters voice rang out through the halls of their dorm. “Kitchen!” Trey voice rang back, cater quickly making his way into the kitchen.

“What the hell trey! You said you were coming back I spent my last classes alone!” Cater said, crossing his arms as he stood behind trey who was currently getting something out of the shared fridge.

“I know I know, I’m sorry cater, but riddle said he didn’t want to be alone and I figured you’d be alright on your own” trey said, pouring a glass of Lemon tea into riddles signature glass. “Riddle can take care of himself though” cater said through his teeth, listening to his boyfriend sigh as he put the pitcher away. “I’m just worried about him alright, I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight” trey said, giving a quick kiss to caters cheek before leaving the kitchen.

“Oh trust me, you will” cater said to himself before making his way to his own room, quickly preparing for tonight

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It has been hours sense trey had seen cater, the ginger had even skipped dinner.

“Cater?” Trey asked as he knocked on the other third years door. “Come in”

“Hey is everything alright-“ trey asked as he entered the room, quickly being cut off to see cater in one of treys shirts and a tight pair of black boxers. The orange haired boy was sat on his bed, phone in hand, his hair was down which trey adored. “Do you need something? I was getting ready to take some photos for magicam” cater said, a innocent smile plastered on his face which trey knew was hiding devilish intentions.

“You missed dinner” is all trey could get out, eyes glued to caters body. “So? You missed class today.” Cater retorted, setting his phone down on the bed next to him, making his way past trey to shut his door. “I was awfully lonely today” cater said, making his away back infront of trey. “I think you should make it up to me like you said” trey only chuckled as cater wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Trey wrapped his arms around caters waist, the two do them making their way to caters bed. Just as trey was about to push cater onto the bed, the ginger pulled away from the kiss and sat the green haired boy down on his bed. “Nuh uh. I’m in charge tonight” cater said, voice stern as he sat on treys lap, bringing trey into another kiss as he gripped both of the vice house wardens wrist and pinned him to the bed, the kiss becoming messier as trey was pinned.

“Mmm is that so? How come?” Trey asked as he pulled away, looking up at cater only to see him looking down at him, brows furrowed. “How come?” Cater repeated back, lifting up treys glasses with his free hand and setting them a safe distance away from them. “Lets see, where do I start?” He rhetorically asked, moving his lips down to treys jaw, lips leaving soft kisses before turning into harsh sucks and bites. “Everyone seems to think you’re dating our house warden.” Cater starts to list, moving down to treys neck, sucking on a spot that would be difficult to cover up.

“C-cater” trey mumbles out, hands gripping at the air as cater bites down on the soon to be bruise, “I’m not done.” Is all cater says before moving to a new spot on treys neck. Sucking another hickey before speaking once more.

“And it seems you’ve forgotten who you’re boyfriend is.” He finsihes, lifting his head up to admire his work. “I know who my boyfriend is” trey retorts, looking up at cater in disbelief.

“Oh really? It didn’t seem like that today. After all you let riddle basically dry hump you in the cafeteria” cater says, rolling his ass against treys clothed hard cock. Trey let out a strangled grunt as cater rubbed his ass against his twitching dick. “And then, you left me all alone, like I was some stranger”

“Cater please-“ trey pleaded, but his pleads fell upon deaf ears. “I’m gonna ride you till you remember who you’re real boyfriend is. Got that?” Cater asked, stopping his motions.

“Yes” “yes what?” Cater asked, removing his hands from treys wrist, moving to hold treys chin in his fingers. “Yes baby, please teach me a lesson” trey said, looking up at cater like a love struck puppy, trey loves when cater gets all dominant, he always looks so good making him plead and moan for more.

“Good boy” cater said, giving a quick kiss to treys lips before pulling off his own shirt (which was really treys shirt he stole). His mouth going back and sucking more hickeys along treys neck, the goal being to mark the entirety of his body. “Sit up” cater mumbled against treys neck, pulling away from it so trey could do what he said.

Cater was quick to strip trey of his clothes, tossing them to the floor. “Aren’t you gonna undress?” Trey asked, golden eyes starring up at green ones. “I’ll undress when I’m ready.” Cater barked back, pushing trey back onto his back before moving further down his body. Painted nails attached to long fingers wrapped around treys base, causing they’d breath it hitch as he felt cater blow cold hair onto his tip.

“I wonder, do you think riddle could fuck you better then I can?” Cater asked, letting go of treys base to run his fingers along the underside of his shaft. Trey tensed, quickly sitting up on his arms “what kind of-“

“Answer the question trey” cater cut trey off, looking up at him with angry eyes. “O-of course not cater!”

“Good boy” cater praised, rewarding trey by kitten licking his pink tip, looking up at trey as he ran the tip of his tongue against his slit. Trey shuttered as cater began to suck on his tip, slowly going down his length, getting halfway down before moving back up, hand wrapped around the base to keep treys cock in place as he sucked.

“F-fuck cater” trey moaned out as cater bobbed his head, strong hands coming to hold his hair, only to be stopped by a hand gripping his wrist. “You’re not allowed to touch me until I say so” caters voice was cold when he spoke. Trey nodded and quickly retreated his hand, gripping caters soft comforter blanket as he went back to work, surprising trey by taking his entire cock down his throat, green pubes tickling the gingers nose has he held his place, breaking through his nose as he swallowed around treys length.

Trey let out a soft moan, watching his boyfriend come back up with a wet pop, using his hand to stroke him while his mouth moved down to treys balls, popping one into his mouth and sucking, tongue relentless on it. “A-ah-“ trey was totally speechless, only letting out small whines and moans as cater worked on his cock.

“I bet riddle can’t suck you off like this, can he trey?” Cater asked, moving to the next ball and giving it the same treatment as the other. “I-of course not, ah-shit-“ trey managed out, groaning a little as cater removed his hand and mouth from his now leaking cock.

Cater moved from his spot between treys legs to the headboard of his bed, treys eyes glued to him as he slowly stripped himself of his black boxers, a smirk plastered on his face as he spread his legs to reveal the clover shaped plug currently filling his ass, his own cock standing proudly, which trey noticed was freshly shaven. “I want you to watch me now trey, you think you can do that?” Cater asked, watching as trey sat in front of him, nodding as he watched caters fingers traced the toy inside of him.

“Tell me trey, we’re you thinking about me at all today? Or were your thoughts preoccupied with riddle” cater asked as he gripped the toys handle, pulling a little out just to push it back in.

“I was thinking about you cater, all day I was wondering what you were doing” trey said honestly, looking into caters pretty greens. Cater only hummed and pulled the toy out, sighing as his hole fluttered around nothing, slick with the lube he used earlier.

It was taking everything in trey not to pounce onto cater and take him right now, especially when cater used his fingers to spread his hole before plunging them in, a soft whine leaving his boyfriends lips as he pumped them in and out, slick noises and caters soft moans filling the room as he fingered himself, head loled to the side as he stared at trey with lust clouded green eyes.

Treys cock twitched, begging to be touched as he watched his absolutely stunned boyfriend worked on himself, two fingers quickly becoming three, caters back arcing a little as he lets out a needy noise. “I bet you can’t wait for me to ride you trey, your cock is leaking so much watching me” cater teased trey, fingers relentless as he stretched himself out.

“Please cater, please ride me please I need you” trey begged, bucking his hips up in the air, hands gripping caters sheets so tight his knuckles were turning white as he held himself back. “Hmmmm, I dunno, beg some more and maybe I will” 

“God please cater, I need to feel you around me please, you’re the only one who can fuck me so good, please I need you cater” trey begged and pleaded, cater smiled and removed his fingers from his hole. “Switch places with me then”

Trey was quick to move, quickly switching spots, his beautiful boyfriend now hovering over his cock. “You look so pretty cater” trey said softly, tucking a few strands behind the others ear, “my beautiful boyfriend”

Cater blushed and softened his face, capturing trey in a soft kiss as he rubbed his tip against his puckering hole. “You ready?”

Trey hummed and nodded “make me remember who my boyfriend is” cater smirked at trey before slowly lowering himself onto his boyfriends large cock, letting out a pitiful whine as trey stretched out his hole. Trey let out a matching groan, feeling caters walls clench around him, large hands coming up to rub circles on his waist.

Cater hummed as trey began leaving hickeys and bite marks on his neck, “we should match right? Wouldnt want people getting the wrong idea” trey mumbled against caters soft skin, right before leaving a rather large bite right where caters shoulder and neck met, cater letting out a strangled noise as trey ran his tongue along the fresh ridges.

“I-I’m gonna move now” cater said quitely, holding onto treys shoulders as he slowly listed himself off of the others cock, going all the way up to the tip before dropping back down, letting out moans as he continued with his moderate pace. “Fuuckkk, you feel so good cater” trey moaned out, letting cater do all the work as he rested his back against the pillowy head board, eyes scanning over the love bites he’d left behind.

Cater truely was some goddess sent from the heavens, he looks absolutely stunning bouncing on treys cock, pretty pink lips bitten and swollen, face and body lightly blushed as his cock leaked. Caters hair had fallen from behind his ear, framing his face as he began to do faster but shorter bounces, arching his back and letting out a moan that puts prom stars to shame as the tip of treys cock finally hits his prostate.

“F-fuck! A-ah ah- trey!!” Cater moaned out, doubling over and resting his forehead on the back of his hand.

“Here, let me help” trey says as he thrust his hips up into cater, relishing in the way his body shutters against his as he thrust in time with caters thrust. “Mmmmm you feel so good around me, my pretty boy, my perfect pretty boy” trey but his lip as he thrust, bringing one of his hands away from caters waist and to his weeping cock, running his palm over the swollen head.

“AH! Fuck please please please” cater couldn’t stop blabbering, letting trey bounce him with his thrust. Trey was quick to notice this, changing their position so he was hovering over cater. “Seems like my boyfriends brain has gone all mushy already” trey teased as he began thrusting into cater with a rough pace, listening to cater let out loud screams and moans of pleasure, the gingers whole body feeling as if I was on cloud nine.

“Keep screaming baby, remind riddle who I’m Fucking” trey mumbled unto caters ear, body feeling it was seeing electrocuted as cater gripping at his back, dragging his nails down his shoulder blades as his long freshly shaven legs wrapped around his waist.

Treys hand was back on caters cock, pumping it in time with his thrust, giving it all to make cater cum, his own orgasm quickly building up as his balls slapped against caters bubble ass.

“F-fuck please trey! A-ah-ah!?” Cater managed out, eyes screwed shut, mouth open and dripping saliva, both boys bodies covered in sweat. “You’re close aren’t you- shit- cum for me cater” as soon as trey gave the go, his hand and caters stomach was covered in strings of white cum, caters body spased as trey milked his cock, every last drop coming out.

Soon after trey spilled Inside of cater, painting his gummy walls white. Trey letting out a pitiful groan right in caters ear, which honestly almost got him hard again.

Soft pants filled the room as trey and cater calmed down, the two of them starring into eachothers eyes as treys cock softened. “You alright cater?” Trey asked softly, bringing his clean hand up to caress his lovers cheek.

“Mhm,,, I’m sorry for getting mad at you” cater said, the last bit said softer then the rest. Trey chuckled a little and kissed his forehead “it’s alright, I’ll talk to riddle tomorrow, I’m sorry for not coming back”

Cater whined a little as trey pulled his fully soft cock out, cum leaking out of the other boy. “I’ll go get a wash cloth” trey said, placing okie last kiss on caters lips before getting off the bed.

“You better not waste my cum!” Cater told trey as he sat up on his elbows, gasping as he watched trey move his dirtied hand up to his mouth and licked the cum off of it. “See, non wasted” trey said as he showed his hand to cater, walking over to caters might stand and pulling out one of his nicer clothes that he kept for times like these. A soft smile plastered upon both boys faces as they cleaned up.

[mahi-wayy]

Fic Prompt

#6) Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

Hunter/Dustin (Say like if Wild Force and Ninja Storm got their crossover and Dustin kinda got the looks for Cole, red, another lion and Hunter is🔥🗡️)

prompt 6 + dustin/hunter. is hunter jealous type? yes. does he admit it? not in this life. | more prompts to ask from

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Lions from coalitions with other lions

Hunter knows, remembers reading it somewhere, he is not stupid. What he is called jealous as Dustin calls it, in his eyes he is territorial.

Which is why he has currently locked a glare on the male wrestling with Dustin, the yellow of HIS team and HIS BOYFRIEND.

He can feel the pointed look Blake gave him as the clouds covered the sunny sky out of nowhere, thunder sounding like a warning alarm given to them. His powers were slipping loose, he knows that too but he was more important things to do like bite his tongue before he made a back handed comment to a former ranger, a red one at that.

Cole was cool, he was kind, great leader blah blah blah, he doesn't care. Hunter has issues with his own kind most of the time and by that he means fellow reds, ask Shane.

But while Shane and his rivalry comes from their clashing yet alike personalities and positions in team. Cole was just insufferable. Majorly because he was everything Dustin would want, a red, another lion not to mention built like a tank and that can be seen hell even heard. Dustin's laugh was really loudest sound around the two ranger groups as he wrestled with the former red.

The thunder gets louder, he can almost pick up the static around him.

Blake must have noticed too because he catches the younger thunder go upto Dustin and say something to him which makes the yellow look up at the sky and then at him with a confused frown.

What a tattletale he had for a brother.

He takes a breathe and rubs his face, mentally putting a leash on his element, which goes down the drain when Cole keeps a hand on Dustin's shoulder stopping the yellow lion from heading his way for a moment.

The clouds come back and this time darker, the thunder louder.

"Babe are you messing with the weather?"

That's the first word his boyfriend says as he reaches withing earshot of him, his tone is gentle scolding and Hunter just rolls his eyes. The thunder sound echoing confirms the wind ninja's suspicions.

"Babe what's-"

"Dustin!! Looks like it's about to rain, let's settle our score another time."

The yellow wind ranger looks over his shoulder when Cole's shout cuts him off, he was about to answer back when another round of thunder sounds and this time it brings rain.

Realisation hits Dustin like that same thunder and he turns around with a amused look.

"Wait a minute, are you jealous right now."

Hunter looks away but the flattering intensity of the rain gives him all the answers and while he tries his best Dustin can't help up laugh.

"Babe you're jealous of Cole?"

It was hilarious to him.

Hunter rolls his eyes and the rain starts to slow down.

"Don't you have new favorite red lion to annoy, buzz off."

Dustin shakes his head at the snappy remark, leaning forward to kiss Hunter on the cheek.

"Nah, I like crimson beetle the best."

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