#and like idk we were running through a hallway to get to the next class but it had rained and so the floor was slippery and he fell đ
i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???
this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course yâall can :3Â
wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spitđ¤, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think thatâs it idk
you were having a very, very terrible day.Â
your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething.Â
you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, andâmuch to your delighted surpriseâellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!
she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, sheâd texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldnât wait to suck her dicâ
the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructorâs relentless berating.Â
you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class.Â
heâd been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and youâd been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it.Â
you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you.Â
a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellieâs dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat.Â
âhey,â you said simply.Â
âhi.. what happened?â she asked, brows pulled down in concern.Â
ârehearsals sucked today, donât wanna talk about it, to be honest.âÂ
âokay⌠you ready to go?âÂ
you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot.Â
ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number â4â as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired.Â
âare you hungry? we can order whatever you want,â she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder.Â
you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway.Â
she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home.Â
she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you.Â
she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, âsit down and tell me what you wanna eat.âÂ
âellie.âÂ
âmhm?âÂ
âwhereâs your dick?âÂ
and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuckâ
âwhereâs my⌠whereâs my dick?â she replied, slurring slightly.Â
âyeah.âÂ
ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her.Â
the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. youâd pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself.Â
sheâd strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would dieâ
she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back.Â
âyâdick feels so fuckinâ good, daddy, fuck!âÂ
she couldnât even say anything back to you, and it wasnât because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldnât remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. sheâd already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shitâ
you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze.Â
âgonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?âÂ
she couldnât speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak âuh huh uh huhsâ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldnât sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so goodâ
she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!â
âfuuuck! fuckfuckfuckâuuggh!â
âyeahyeah, give it tâme, gimmegimmegimme!ââÂ
ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasnât come this hard in her life since⌠ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that aloneâ
âŚyou felt so much better afterwards!
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A monster
Pairing: Ayanokoji Kiyotaka x reader
Warning: Spoilers, bullying, slight innapropriate statement
A/n: I am trying to write for some anime I watch and not my usual genshin. I have not watch classroom of the elite in a while. Spoilers for season 2. Odd writing style idk why.
Originally written by @dogloveri23
It made no sense, how it was even possible? He was a monster! You paced around your bedroom struggling to think as your mind replayed the horrible scene you had just witnessed. Why did it have to be you? It wasn't supposed to happen! Of all the boys you could have fallen for, it had to be him.
On any normal day, you were somewhat of an anime addict, the posters in your room, the videos, the otome games, you were into a lot of anime tropes but never in your life did you expect to meet an actual Kuudere! Ayanokoji was cool and nonchalant, before you knew it, you had developed a crush on him. Sure, something about Ayanokoji just didn't sit right in your spirit and you couldn't explain why you fell for him while suspecting him at the same time!
You had managed to be in his and Horikita's inner circle, he didn't seem like he cared much about anything that was going on, and he had a dark undertone too. Not to mention, the school you attended with them had their own issues. Who gives a task on a cruise ship? You barely understood the rules of the VIP game you were partaking in and it would decide whether or not you had enough points to survive on campus. Being in this school had you in Shikamaru's mood most of the time!
You were lucky enough to be put in the same group as Ayanokoji, but the whole discussion and proposal went in one ear and out the other. Class A and Class B were running the proposals while the rest of the classes watched in silence. No matter what 'teams' we were supposedly on, each person was more loyal to their class. You could not trust anything they said, furthermore, you were hardly a complicated person. 'Find the VIP' was our task, not going through some sherlock holmes mind mapping.
You left soon after class A, not interested in the rest of the conversation, these students could hardly work together when their life depended on it. The first meeting was a waste of your time, you were better off taking a wild guess. Not to mention, Ichinose was pretty vocal which made her a viable suspect. No one suspects the person who is loudest and most open. Then again Class A were also suspects, separating from group questioning was a great cover to protect the VIP and Kei could also be a suspect as she was always on her phone. All things put into consideration, you could narrow them down if you really wanted to.
Day by day, the whole thing was a mess and yet this Ayanokoji dude remained calm for the whole thing! It was traumatising, to say the least. You were in a deadlock for quite some time, you had no idea how you were going to find the VIP. You thought it was going to be a normal day, have a meeting and binge anime. Yet that's when you saw it. You were walking down the hallway when you caught wind of Ayanokoji. You were about to call out to him but he walked toward a strange area. He was heading for the boiler room of the ship. "Where is he going?", you asked yourself as you struggled to keep yourself hidden. You couldn't believe what you saw next! Kei getting bullied and Ayanokoji standing there and then telling her to spread her legs, exchanging numbers?! What the hell was going on? You could make out the conversation but each moment you stayed there, you found it harder to breathe. Just who exactly or what exactly was he? You left the boiler room and ran. You could barely think straight. This was not what you expected! He was not what you thought! Â "Y/n, why are you running?", Horikita asked as you sped by her and went straight to your room. Ayanokoji was a monster! Monsters couldn't have friends, monsters couldn't be considerate, monsters couldn't love!
You sat on the floor your hands on either side of your face trying to calm down. Your phone buzzed distracting you from your panic momentarily. A message from the monster himself appeared momentarily on your phone screen reading "Let's talk".
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Back with a request but not Agere :0 I know mad I have one of those to send next so donât fret my love and how is your day going? Remember youâre so loved
Prompt~ so I feel like an angsty Larissa x reader fic based off the song âceilings- Lizzy McAplineâ would be perfect. It goes on about how they wish to be with someone yet itâs not a real opportunity. They canât be with them for some reason. I feel you could write that beautifully ~ shy anonđď¸
Lonely dreams
Larissa Weems x reader
A/n: im hanging in there babes, itâs lovely to see you here like always, I hope you enjoy. Idk how to do songlyric fics so I wonât cuz scary but Iâve actually had vivid daydreams about this song and this is how it goes. Requests are open
Warning: fluff, loss, grief.
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You had the perfect life. Everything youâve ever dreamt of came true for you. Your dream job, the love of your life, that easy going, calm, day to day and youâve always craved, you finally had it.
A safe routine that repeated every day, you and Larissa worked and lived together like you always wished. Youâd wake up every morning with littered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and pout. Making breakfast together was probably the best part of your day, you and Larissa together in a spacious kitchen with everything you could possibly need for the perfect meal, it felt like those love story movies, when theyâd show those baking montages filled with laughs and attacking eachother with food.
Walking hand in hand through the hallways made you feel so confident, having Larissa Weems proudly showing you to the world. She walked you to your class with a kiss on the very tip of your nose, making you giggle and turn away to compose yourself before you had to start class.
âI will see you at lunch, my love.â Something made you want to pull her back, to stop her from walking away and give you just another kiss. But you didnât, instead letting her go, âHave a good day, Issaâ you said, before running off to start class.
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You had this unsettling feeling running through your bones the whole morning, but it all went away when you met Larissa for lunch. Routine. Just like always, your pre-packed lunch that you made together the afternoon before, a conversation filled lunch or maybe just enjoying eachother in silence. A second to just breathe and be, you hugged and kissed so softly, so sweetly you never wanted to go back. It was a movie, it was your perfect life.
And the day went on, youâd come back to her office after class was over and wait the two hours she stayed extra working after you. You mostly bugged her to get out of the office and come home with you, occasionally youâd poke her for attention and get a quick kiss which made you feel giddy all over and sedated you for another few minutes before you inevitably poked her again.
You were resting against Larissaâs shoulder when she closed the computer and looked your way, a sweet smile on her face. âOkay darling, we can go now.â
Larissaâs warm and dazzling smile, was the most comforting thing on this planet, you couldnât love anything more. It was contagious, whenever she smiled you couldnât help but follow.
Tonight youâd order take out, every week twice a week, Routine. Youâd always pick something new to try for the first time together, and youâd sit together on the couch with nothing but music playing in the background, the second you were done eating you were always the first to fall asleep.
Shuffling down to get confortable as you nuzzled into her chest with a pleased sigh, you could hear her calm heart beat, how her chest lightly moved up and down with every relaxed breath. Your perfect girl, the perfect movie life.
But you woke up, and it was over. The fresh memory of her funeral as if it had been just yesterday. A year, a whole year. And your mind refused to give in to the idea, that was it. Sheâs gone forever.
There was no such thing as her soft lips waking you up every morning, you didnât laugh and dance every morning with breakfast, you walked alone through the halls of this now so monotone school, you ate lunch at your desk with nobody but yourself, and you went straight home after school. Losing yourself in daydreams of seeing her again, until you cried yourself to sleep, all to repeat again the next day, routine.
You were harshly slapped by reality each morning. You woke up. And that was it, the end of your perfect movie.
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Chapter 198
I've wanted a Christmas filler chapter for a while, just because I think it would have some great phantomfam interactions + some snide comments from Sebastian about how useless God is or whatever he likes to brag about... but I know we may never get that, so I am over the moon with this image here. this is all I needđŤ Ciel's scarf bow is our Christmas present.
and Ciel gets a muff too FINALLYâşď¸. it seems that once again yana really doesn't care about the fact that she's giving him predominantly female gendered clothing for the time era(as far as I know), but when has she ever cared. let's just congratulate Sebastian on his good parenting and feminism. or rather in this case, traditional values?.... mhm
it's just adorable.
...
we also got weird interactions like this:
yea Theo knows. and he angry. the real question is if in the end, he'll help the others escape their fledging day(most likely O!ciel's aptitude) or simply work to save himself(most likely R!ciel's aptitude).
finny is the best possible boy though, and who knows maybe this will all be solved by the power of friendship and Theo will ultimately put his trust in team O!ciel. that would be great!
...
;_;
this truly makes me so upset, it's not fair for Mabel to feel anything other than bittersweetness that her friend is leaving, rather than agony. same goes for everyone else.
....
these 2 kids are strong and it's is pretty odd, but I guess when compared to other characters like Jane, it's not too surprising...
maybe Doll gave them circus training, who knows. Mabel most likely, since Doll spends most time with her group, at least I'm assuming from the clothes.
also, I'm not a knife expert but those look like something they probably just plucked from the kitchen. if doll is with them, she isn't giving them special weapons like Layla owned. that's probably just a kitchen knife the "collie class" have access to.
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honestly, I've tried so far to be very suspicious and hostile towards these kids in the hope that they'll get to walk away into the sunset like the possible side antagonists they are. but really, I'm just very much hoping that they don't end up going through any pain. I don't want any more serious moments where children cry, please...
so the ambush, why did this happen: I'm guessing that these kids don't just guarding the hallway regularly, and they just so happened to run into Finny today. my guess is that they knew/found out that Finny would sneak around(probably with Doll's insight? cause this is his first night!) and quickly prepared for him. but most importantly, they must know one way or another that the orphanage staff(or Doll?) is prepared to kill Finny soon.
what's most surprising to me is that these kids want Finny alive. idk about the other kids, but I think plenty of us assumed that Theo would rather have Finny(and snake) disposed of. so either I was wrong, or what's going on here is a manipulation scheme where Theo makes Finny think that he's in danger, simply so that he can use him. this makes more sense to me because if both Finny and Snake were in immediate danger, they would probably wake up Snake, too. after all, Theo is a pomeranian, he could think of such a thing. in this case the kids may be working for Doll.
if however this isn't a scheme and instead a genuine attempt to help finny and Snake, then they probably aren't working with Doll, since she probably wouldn't want to sneak them into the inner working of the facility.
ah idk, well find out next chapter. or, the whole next chapter will be spent walking to the meet up room. maybe finny will start flashbacks right there right now. who knows.
where should I place my bets, that these kids are gonna take Finny back to some secret hide out room(possible blood drawing), or are they gonna take him back to where Doll is cause they're working with her...
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also, it's really interesting how these two stay in "character" right here, both in the typical pose of the person/role they're mocking.
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actually you know what, Theo probably figured that Finny was worth being recruited after this right here:
sorry, long post today, lots to worry about, and if you read all this then you mean the world to me! have a great day!
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oh i had a convo earlier that reminded me of the dream i had when i took a nap. not a whole lot of detail mbut it fell into the âi lost my car at highschoolâ category, which is really funny bc i didnât own a car in hs.Â
anyway it took place at high school. during the day it was regular. there was this ind of jock-like dude, he had..like, raihan eyes?kind of half closed all the time, and dark brown hair, he was super bony & had some stubble. he reminded me of someone i used to know. also he was wearing some white college T shirt. idk why i remember him so well compared to like everyone else in the dream. he was being a dick to me during the day in one of the classes by arguing with everything i said.Â
later it was evening? or maybe it was dark bc the sky was on fire idk. anyway it everythign was lit with a red light. i knew iâd driven to school that day, but i couldnât see my car through all the chaos, because there were fast zombies and everyone was screaming and running away like headless chickens while the dead were like springing on them and tearing them limb from limb. it was a bit like the zombies from train to busan, where they wouldnât attack if they couldnât see/sense you. i couldnât find my car & iwa getting tired & sooner or later one of them would see me, so i ended up going back into the school up the fire escape (nonexistent) into the tower over the 2200s hallway (nonexistent) and there were a few other people in there. there were big windows. the sunset(?) or fire was turning the sky a dramatic orange-pink-purple. we were blocking up the fire escape, but ther was someome coming around the corner of the roof past the dumpsters, limping - we were hesitating in case it was a person, but what if it wasnât? but it was that guy from earlier. we pulled him in & blocked it up. we heard the zombies hammering at it for a few minutes until they got bored & wandered away.
i remember me & the jock guy had a heart to heart or something bc i didnât want to spend my last days trapped with a dude that owuld keep arguing with me & we got along better. the next day, i could see lots & lots of bloody corpse pieces in the school parking lot, and also my car. it was further towards the football field than i thought. i wondered if i could still get there, but there wasnât a single person in sight.Â
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Dream log time:
Howdy yall, it's been a while. Let's cut to the chase.
There is a sort of school wide event happening. And it's like, a really bug deal. It's this sort of festival, workshop, lecture time evening, kinda deal. There is a shit ton of activity to do and they are all... low-key mandatory. So I'm helping put/doing the arching activity, aka, literally shooting a bow and arrow, and stuff. After that, I find out why there's the types of challenges there were n stuff, I think they were based on ancient Greek heroes (mythological and real?) And then I leave for the kitchen to steal snacks.
Apparently, this festival has a very heavy hand of the student council, and it's 50% student run. So I'm in the kitchen eating like, salami n stuff, that they skewered on toothpicks. I leave the kitchen when it starts getting much too crowded. The main activities aren't happening for the next little while, so I go to one of the many small open halls in the campus, lean against the walls and start reading.
There are a bunch of people around me, but it's a big hall, so people are pretty sparse, but there is this one guy next to me, I sense he's been looking at me. He approaches me and asks my name. I sense problem brewing, so I say my name's Miranda (very much NOT my name). This guy then like, catches the attention of some people who apparently know what's about to happen and they come and form the semi circle around us.
This guy the starts like, singing and iprovidmsing a small song to me right then and there???? Like. I clap along n stuff, and am politely smiling as more people gather round. It's a... pleasant (?) Song? Idk even in the dream the words were hazy. So he's done with the song, people applaud, and he says something about like, him not even telling his friends to stay away from me because he liked me, and that he was such a nice guy for that. He also says that the song doesn't have to mean anything more and I can take it as just like, a nonchalant compliment, and I don't have to go iut with him or anything. I hold my polite smile and we shake hands.
The crowd then disperses and I'm low key alone again. One of like, my grade school sort of friends shows up with one of my current day friends and they start to tease me about the song and the guy. It's light teasing on their end and stuff, so I'm bashful about it around them, but am panicking inside. They help me up and we start walking down the hall. Remember we are at the BIG event in campus, and a lot of people saw that guy's stunt, so there are lots of people talking about "the song made for Miranda"... that's when my friends realise "Miranda? Hey, why are they calling you Miranda?" And I book it.
I start sprinting it outta there, and my friends run after me. I'm beelining for the bathroom, the place no one can ever reach you apparently, but I'm at a part of the campus I don't go to all that often, so I go into the first bathroom I find. The stalls are really long and tall, but all the doors have ž of the bottom missing. I go into the recently opened stalls, and shut the door, but my friend like, teleport to the inside anyways, and are like "WHY ARE THEY CALLING YOU MKRANDA???" And I just spill it that I straight up lied, okay, I didn't want him to know my name, so I just gave him the name that this one guy who got-my-name-wrong-once-and-I've-never-bothered-to-correct-him-ever-since-cus-we-only-have-one-class-together calls me. We discuss on the fact that I also don't know this guy's in tiny class's name for a second, before my friends scold/tease me about being 21 and lying like that (I am not 21).
We leave the bathroom,.I realize it was a boy's bathroom a barged into, and we leave through the principal's hallway. And remember when I said the event that was going on was big? So, it is, and it's not uncommon for there to be commotion that generates a shit ton of gossip, like with the guy singing me a song, and there is this one dude who's like, getting arrested??? I asked him and a teacher shouting, arguing with one another, and they are just waintg on the police to arrive.
Then something happens that I don't remember, and I wake up.
Remember, I write these as soon as I wake up, so there will be typos and convoluted words.
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ok, so what if it's June and seungmin is having a relatively nice day when his friend Y/N asks him if he wanted to go to a pride parade with her? Seungmin didn't think anything of but little did he know that Y/N had a not-so-little crush on him. Â
When Seungmin texts his parents asking if he can go to the pride parade both of his parents reply saying no but in like a REALLY homophobic way (Bestie boo add details l8r).
"hey, Y/N sorry my parents said I couldn't go. Sorry."
"That's OK. We could just sneak you out of your house when your parents are sleeping or something.'"
"I mean we could. But what if my parents check my room because they know I snuck," Seungmin replied.
"It'll be ok. I have the perfect plan so that you won't get caught." Y/N said
"Fine, I'll go but only if you tell me your plan first."
"Come on, I'll tell you on the way to class."
seungmin and Y/N got to class and went to go sit down but before they had the chance they heard the teacher call Seungmin into the hallway.
"Ooh, somebody's in trouble," Y/N teased.
"shut up Y/N," Seungmin said walking into the hallway. When he and his teacher finally reached the hallway she said that there was a new student and if Seungmin wanted to show them around the school. He POLITELY declined the offer. But that's when she mentioned that this would involve extra credit. (oh so she bribed this hoe)(s you know how lee know danced to red lights in that one v-live well I just imagined him dancing the same way for TASTE).
(Author POV)
Seungmin really did need that extra credit if he was going to pass this class. Plus, he REALLY wanted to see who the new student was.
(BRING BRING)
"Alright class, settle down. First order of business, we have a new student. Hyunjin do you mind introducing yourself to the class? " Seungmin looked up from his phone to look at the student he would be showing around the school. That's when his eyes were met with the most beautiful man on the planet. No, wait for the entire solar system.
"Hi, my name is Hwang hyunjin, my birthday is march 20. Um, what else.. Oh yeah, my family owns 5 businesses.
After Hyunjin introduced himself he just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do next.
"Hyunjin you're going to sit next to Seungmin for today," ms. Puff said.
"Um.. I don't know wh-" Hyunjin said looking around, but that's when he saw a boy in the back corner of the room waving at him. so hyunjin made the walk over towards the boy. Before hyunjin had the chance to get to set his stuff down Seungmin started talking really fast.
"Hi, my name is Kim seungmin. I think its really cool that your parents own a lot of businesses. Wait, is their business 'HWANG enterprises'.
"um.. yea." hyunjin replied.
"ok, class. Now that you have your partners you can start working on the assignment"
(BRING BRING)
" I guess you guys will have to work on it at home." MS. Puff said
"Hey, do you think I can get your number so we can work on this later?"
"oh, yea sure It's 605-475-6968" hyunjin replied
"Thanks, man."
*Seungmins POV*
(Later that night)
"Mom, I'm home," Seungmin said.
"Your mom is not here, she had a late shift at work," Â Seungmins dad slurred out.
Seungmin let out a groan running to his room. When seungmin got to his room he felt his phone vibrate.
?Uknown number?: hey, cutie đ
Seungmin: umm, do I know you?
?Unknown Number?: Yes, you do. it's hyunjin.
Seungmin:
'(dont forget to add TW for shit like homophobic words and abuse also add TW for the smut bc idk i feel like seungmin would trust hyunjin enought o try some really kinky shit)ok so like what if seungmin or hyunjin are going through sum shit in the beginning and the other person sees them crying and asks whats wrong. and then the dude tells them and then they become friends and shit rijwefijewfijowdf they have been friends for some time at this point one dude realises he might have a crush on him but his parents are like so homophobic that if they find out them bitches will kick him out or smth worse and then seungmin not wanting to get kicked out if his parents house but also not wanting to spend alot of time overthere goes to teh only olace he feels comfortable. hyunjins house. this only solified his feeling for hyunjin tho. so one day when seungmin didnt come over hyunjin got worried adn tried to call him only to realise he was blocked. worried taht seungmins parents did something to him he hurriedly grabbed his keys adn ran to his car. *at seungs hous* (hyunjins pov)i ran to seungmins house bc i knew where he kept the key only to see the front door open a crack so i ran upstairs to his room and saw seungmin in his room throwing his stuff in a small box while sobbing uncontrollably."whats wrong seungmin"?"I came out to my parents and they told me i had 30 minutes to pack my stuff up and leave" seungmin said inbetween sobsi dint know what to say so i just held seungmin while he sobbed. after some time the boy calmed down a little bit" can i sleep at your house tonight" seungmin asked "sure you can stay as long as you like." As he said that the boys heard the door unlocked but at this pint seugmin barely had his stuff packed."We're home faggot" seungmins dad yelled as they heard the door slam close "Now get the fuck out before i call the police faggot ass". Not wanting to face his parents they snuck out of his window, luckily he had a ladder on the outside of his window for when he wanted to sneak out his house to see hyunjin. what he didnt think abut though was the fact that his parents were standing in the front doorway so before hyunjin and sengmin made the walk over to hyunjins house they were met with the glaring eyes of seugmins dad and the sad dissoproving eyes of his mother.The thing is both of seungmin's aprents are christian and homophobic so when seungmin came out to them they had different looks that said the same thing. like seungmin's dad looked at him with the most absolute look of discust on his face. his mom, well she tried to accept him fro who he is becuase he's her son and she loves him. But she also doesn't think it's normal to like someone of the same gender so she just left the room to cry. (add more shit if you want to later but ehh idk. I addded more shit but im keeping this here incase i need to add more ) after a kinda long walk of almost silence (seungmin was still crying because of what jsut happened) they finally reached hyunjins house. seunmgin was the first one to break the unbearable silence."Hey, do you have anything to eat im kinda hungry". "yeah, i still have the pizza that we ordered last night". hyunjin said "thanks". seungmin relpied"no problem"(bestie write details of when they ate the pizza but i think im gonna take a break writing this part cus i dont wanna drag this out longer than it needs to be)(smut because i only had enough brain power for angst yesterday)oh shit i realised that i can't jsut decide to write something i have a buch of ideas about i have to write a bullet idea and watch it turn into a whole thing (see above, becuase that stemmed from a one sentence idea that i had). so yea i think i will talk about when they ate pizza tuen that into some either jsut straight (gay) smut or like fluffy shit that turns into really nice fluffy smut or like fluffy shit that turns into kinky love making so that seungmin will shut the fuck up about his homophobic nutsak of a dad. but like anyways yea so:while seungmin and hyunjin were erating pizza seungmin decided to break the silince with a question."hey, hyunjin do you think its weird that i like men"? "not at all. To be honest with you i like men too" Hyunjin answered"really?" "why didnt you tell me?" seungmin asked " I thought you would be homophobic like your dad." hyunjin replied"well im not so.." sengmin said (silence)*a few LONG moments later*this time it was hyunjin who broke the silence " hey, seungmin can i asked you a question?" hyunjin asked sengmin was kinda scared what hyunjin was going to asked but he also wanted to know what he was going to tel him so after a couple seconds of silence he said "sure, you can tell me anything.""um.. well.. here goings nothing." hyunjin said nervously at this point seungmin was really scared at what hyunjin was going to say"ILIKEYOU." hunjin blurted out a "little" louder than expected"really?" seungmin said excidetly "because ive liked you for a while now. I jsut didnt want to tell you because i didnt know you liked males."(add more details to this later cus your dumbass got out of the writing headspace and texte sage)*after the pizza eating/slash connfession*after eating pizza they wanted to watch a movie but since they were to full to go to a movie theater, plus it was getting kind of late they decided to watch a movie at home."hey, seungmin what do you want to to watch?"(details from wattpad)"~m-mngh h-harder jinnie~." "*SMACK* that's not my name slut. ""~p-please sir, I'm sorry I'll be s-so good f'you" seungmin hiccuped"~ let me cum please NGH~ the boy practically screamed as hyunjin sped up to an inhuman speed. When hyunjin felt seungmins hole clench around him he let a groan while reaching around the boy's waist to stroke his member to finish him off. Just as seungmin was about to cum he heard a loud *BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP* of his alarm. Letting out a groan he turned around to turn off the alarm. Getting up to go to the bathroom he realized the raging boner that is sitting (standing idk how tf to describe it but he's HARD, to say the least) in between his thighs. He knows it's wrong to masturbate to the thought of his friend, but he was running out of ideas on how to fix his 'little' problem. So with a sigh, he pulled down his pant inserting his hand into his boxer's stroking himself slowly because if he went any faster he wouldn't be able to control the moans and whines of hyunnjins name that left his mouth. (hyunjin Pov)when I woke up I heard some weird noises coming from the bathroom. wanting to make sure that seungmin was ok I slowly walked toward the bathroom. what I saw surprised me because it's not every day you see your best friend palming himself. the sight was breathtaking. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't take my eyes away from how pretty he looked with his dick in his hand. or the noises he made when he swiped his thumb over the tip. "hey, seungmin breakfast is ready," Hyunjin said."o-oh ok, I'll be right out" (add more to this mess of a story later cus i gotta add the ideas i had yesterday.)Ok so like what if like seungmin and hyunjin was like yk fucking and seungmin is like yk "s-sir can I come" and then the bitch hyunjin is all like sure but you won't be able to top cumming after (and oh boy how he was right) as a punishment for disobeying me (yk cus hyunjin told him he wasn't allowed to. but since didn't listen to him when he said that, he told seungmin that if he could go the rest of the night without touching hyunjin he would get a treat so like yea. seungmin was doing ok for the first couple of orgasms but it was like something in him snapped by the third one that made him want to be bad but he also wanted to be a good boy for hyunjin, cus good boys don't get punished. so when he was close to cumming for the third time he asked hyunjin if he could touch him. but hyunjin being the dramatic bitch he is decided to teach seungmin by going faster (if even possible) and grabbing both of the younger wrists with one of his hands and saying "idk can you". hyunjin's words were enough to make seungmin cum hard enough for him to see stars. but hyunjin wasn't done with the boy yet, because this bitch has the fucking stamina of a god damn jackrabbit apparently. (add more fucking details cus yea your dumbass didn't add enough for this shit done to be done )oh yea aftercare too.after the after shit, they just watched finding dory. cus why the fuck not.ehhwhwhrwhrwhwhhehewh so i wrote angst and smut and now time to elaborate on the after care and then write sum fluff that didnt start out as smut or but like yea ill probably write it during lunch or something and maybe ask sage to read this cus why tf not. bro that means she'll read my notes and she'll also be reading the angst.so.. sage if you got this far umm... hey (aftercare time besties)~ngh, Im gonna vum~ seungmin said inbetween moans"hold on baby, me too". the older saidwith one last sharp thrust into seungmin's asshole the boys came with loud grunts and moans.(girl, if you show this to sage and they ask why this is so sloppy adn rushed, its because literally 10:30 at night. Im tired adn I only wrote this for the aftercare) hyunjin collapsed onto the other, careful not to put his full weight on the boy. after a few minutes of cuddling (bestie write more for the cuddling) the semen (ewww) started getting cold and sticky. hyunjin tried to get up, but he underestimated seungmins strength, because just as he started to get up he felt a pair of strong but gentle grip his arms. "seung, i have to get a washcloth to clean us off". "no, don't leave". seungmin said in a whiny voice "I have to. Unless you wanna wake up and be all sticky because you refused to let me clean us up. After hyunjin put it that way seungmin let him go. when hyunjin came back with two warm washrags in his hand seungmin immediately spread his legs and let hyunjin clean all of the cum that escaped (girl wtf this isn't fucking Alcatraz) (a little while later) after hyunjin was done cleaning up seungmin he got all of the cum stained blankets and put them in the wash. what he forgot was that the other members had spare keys to his house. so ig you could say he shouldnt be surprised when he saw Felix and changbin in the kitchen eating his pizza. "wtf are you guys doing here?" hyunjin questioned the two " I dont know seungmin just told me that their was pizza so we came to get some." Felix said "but then we heard some weird noises  coming from your room. so we decided to just wait until you guy's were done to anounce our presence." changbin continued 'uhm.... well you guys can have the pizza. but can you come back tomorrow.. hyunjin didn't get to finish his sentence becuase thats when seungmin came out of hyunjin and his room COMPLETLY naked and asked hyunjin "hey, are you going to come back soon? cuz it's getting kinda cold".
(Shit from tumblr)"W-well you see that's the thing," Seungmin stuttered out."It's u-um 50 shades of grey," seungmin mumbled.
Hyunjin just stared at the boy in "pure" disbelief."I-I mean you don't have to. I-it's just my friends have all watched it and im the only one that hasn't watched it and nobody will watch it with me." seungmin stuttered.
Hyunjin gave the boy a reassuring smile."Sure, I'll watch it with you," hyunjin said.
Hyunjin let seungmin inside his house and they got the movie situated and were about to go sit down when seungmin said, "wait, what about the snacks.""Oh, yeah. Can't forget about the snacks now can we darling," Hyunjin said with a smirk on his face.
Watching the movie was going relatively smoothly..... until the sex scene. That's when shit went ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY. I'm talking seungmin in his seat (this seat being hyunjins lap) squirming like a worm on a hook during shark week. hyunjin is "slightly" annoyed that seungmin won't STOP FUCKING MOVING (and maybe even a little aroused but shh don't tell anyone). Did i mention hyunjin was also trying to hide his now fully hard boner while also trying to remain composure so that seungmin didn't think he was a weirdo?(Seungmin POV)i was just watching the movie when the sex scene started playing. Not having watched anything like this before, I tried hiding my eyes. After a little while, I noticed something poking my ass. Having an idea as to what it might be, I started wiggling my ass. (Hyunjin POV)Seungmin started grinding his ass onto hyunjins clothed member. but hyunjin wasn't having it. So he grabbed his hips making the boy stop his ministrations. 'Now princess if you don't stop your going to get punished." hyunjin growled into the shorters ear. Seungmin whimpered at hyunjins words. '(dont forget to add TW for shit like homophobic words and abuse also add TW for the smut bc idk i feel like seungmin would trust hyunjin enought o try some really kinky shit)ok so like what if seungmin or hyunjin are going through sum shit in the beginning and the other person sees them crying and asks whats wrong. and then the dude tells them and then they become friends and shit rijwefijewfijowdf they have been friends for some time at this point one dude realises he might have a crush on him but his parents are like so homophobic that if they find out them bitches will kick him out or smth worse and then seungmin not wanting to get kicked out if his parents house but also not wanting to spend alot of time overthere goes to teh only olace he feels comfortable. hyunjins house. this only solified his feeling for hyunjin tho. so one day when seungmin didnt come over hyunjin got worried adn tried to call him only to realise he was blocked. worried taht seungmins parents did something to him he hurriedly grabbed his keys adn ran to his car. *at seungs hous* (hyunjins pov)i ran to seungmins house bc i knew where he kept the key only to see the front door open a crack so i ran upstairs to his room and saw seungmin in his room throwing his stuff in a small box while sobbing uncontrollably."whats wrong seungmin"?"I came out to my parents and they told me i had 30 minutes to pack my stuff up and leave" seungmin said inbetween sobsi dint know what to say so i just held seungmin while he sobbed. after some time the boy calmed down a little bit" can i sleep at your house tonight" seungmin asked "sure you can stay as long as you like." As he said that the boys heard the door unlocked but at this pint seugmin barely had his stuff packed."We're home faggot" seungmins dad yelled as they heard the door slam close "Now get the fuck out before i call the police faggot ass". Not wanting to face his parents they snuck out of his window, luckily he had a ladder on the outside of his window for when he wanted to sneak out his house to see hyunjin. what he didnt think abut though was the fact that his parents were standing in the front doorway so before hyunjin and sengmin made the walk over to hyunjins house they were met with the glaring eyes of seugmins dad and the sad dissoproving eyes of his mother.The thing is both of seungmin's aprents are christian and homophobic so when seungmin came out to them they had different looks that said the same thing. like seungmin's dad looked at him with the most absolute look of discust on his face. his mom, well she tried to accept him fro who he is becuase he's her son and she loves him. But she also doesn't think it's normal to like someone of the same gender so she just left the room to cry. (add more shit if you want to later but ehh idk. I addded more shit but im keeping this here incase i need to add more ) after a kinda long walk of almost silence (seungmin was still crying because of what jsut happened) they finally reached hyunjins house. seunmgin was the first one to break the unbearable silence."Hey, do you have anything to eat im kinda hungry". "yeah, i still have the pizza that we ordered last night". hyunjin said "thanks". seungmin relpied"no problem"(bestie write details of when they ate the pizza but i think im gonna take a break writing this part cus i dont wanna drag this out longer than it needs to be)(smut because i only had enough brain power for angst yesterday)oh shit i realised that i can't jsut decide to write something i have a buch of ideas about i have to write a bullet idea and watch it turn into a whole thing (see above, becuase that stemmed from a one sentence idea that i had). so yea i think i will talk about when they ate pizza tuen that into some either jsut straight (gay) smut or like fluffy shit that turns into really nice fluffy smut or like fluffy shit that turns into kinky love making so that seungmin will shut the fuck up about his homophobic nutsak of a dad. but like anyways yea so:while seungmin and hyunjin were erating pizza seungmin decided to break the silince with a question."hey, hyunjin do you think its weird that i like men"? "not at all. To be honest with you i like men too" Hyunjin answered"really?" "why didnt you tell me?" seungmin asked " I thought you would be homophobic like your dad." hyunjin replied"well im not so.." sengmin said (silence)*a few LONG moments later*this time it was hyunjin who broke the silence " hey, seungmin can i asked you a question?" hyunjin asked sengmin was kinda scared what hyunjin was going to asked but he also wanted to know what he was going to tel him so after a couple seconds of silence he said "sure, you can tell me anything.""um.. well.. here goings nothing." hyunjin said nervously at this point seungmin was really scared at what hyunjin was going to say"ILIKEYOU." hunjin blurted out a "little" louder than expected"really?" seungmin said excidetly "because ive liked you for a while now. I jsut didnt want to tell you because i didnt know you liked males."(add more details to this later cus your dumbass got out of the writing headspace and texte sage)*after the pizza eating/slash connfession*after eating pizza they wanted to watch a movie but since they were to full to go to a movie theater, plus it was getting kind of late they decided to watch a movie at home."hey, seungmin what do you want to to watch?"(details from wattpad)"~m-mngh h-harder jinnie~." "*SMACK* that's not my name slut. ""~p-please sir, I'm sorry I'll be s-so good f'you" seungmin hiccuped"~ let me cum please NGH~ the boy practically screamed as hyunjin sped up to an inhuman speed. When hyunjin felt seungmins hole clench around him he let a groan while reaching around the boy's waist to stroke his member to finish him off. Just as seungmin was about to cum he heard a loud *BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP* of his alarm. Letting out a groan he turned around to turn off the alarm. Getting up to go to the bathroom he realized the raging boner that is sitting (standing idk how tf to describe it but he's HARD, to say the least) in between his thighs. He knows it's wrong to masturbate to the thought of his friend, but he was running out of ideas on how to fix his 'little' problem. So with a sigh, he pulled down his pant inserting his hand into his boxer's stroking himself slowly because if he went any faster he wouldn't be able to control the moans and whines of hyunnjins name that left his mouth. (hyunjin Pov)when I woke up I heard some weird noises coming from the bathroom. wanting to make sure that seungmin was ok I slowly walked toward the bathroom. what I saw surprised me because it's not every day you see your best friend palming himself. the sight was breathtaking. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't take my eyes away from how pretty he looked with his dick in his hand. or the noises he made when he swiped his thumb over the tip. "hey, seungmin breakfast is ready," Hyunjin said."o-oh ok, I'll be right out" (add more to this mess of a story later cus i gotta add the ideas i had yesterday.)Ok so like what if like seungmin and hyunjin was like yk fucking and seungmin is like yk "s-sir can I come" and then the bitch hyunjin is all like sure but you won't be able to top cumming after (and oh boy how he was right) as a punishment for disobeying me (yk cus hyunjin told him he wasn't allowed to. but since didn't listen to him when he said that, he told seungmin that if he could go the rest of the night without touching hyunjin he would get a treat so like yea. seungmin was doing ok for the first couple of orgasms but it was like something in him snapped by the third one that made him want to be bad but he also wanted to be a good boy for hyunjin, cus good boys don't get punished. so when he was close to cumming for the third time he asked hyunjin if he could touch him. but hyunjin being the dramatic bitch he is decided to teach seungmin by going faster (if even possible) and grabbing both of the younger wrists with one of his hands and saying "idk can you". hyunjin's words were enough to make seungmin cum hard enough for him to see stars. but hyunjin wasn't done with the boy yet, because this bitch has the fucking stamina of a god damn jackrabbit apparently. (add more fucking details cus yea your dumbass didn't add enough for this shit done to be done )oh yea aftercare too.after the after shit, they just watched finding dory. cus why the fuck not.ehhwhwhrwhrwhwhhehewh so i wrote angst and smut and now time to elaborate on the after care and then write sum fluff that didnt start out as smut or but like yea ill probably write it during lunch or something and maybe ask sage to read this cus why tf not. bro that means she'll read my notes and she'll also be reading the angst.so.. sage if you got this far umm... hey (aftercare time besties)~ngh, Im gonna vum~ seungmin said inbetween moans"hold on baby, me too". the older saidwith one last sharp thrust into seungmin's asshole the boys came with loud grunts and moans.(girl, if you show this to sage and they ask why this is so sloppy adn rushed, its because literally 10:30 at night. Im tired adn I only wrote this for the aftercare) hyunjin collapsed onto the other, careful not to put his full weight on the boy. after a few minutes of cuddling (bestie write more for the cuddling) the semen (ewww) started getting cold and sticky. hyunjin tried to get up, but he underestimated seungmins strength, because just as he started to get up he felt a pair of strong but gentle grip his arms. "seung, i have to get a washcloth to clean us off". "no, don't leave". seungmin said in a whiny voice "I have to. Unless you wanna wake up and be all sticky because you refused to let me clean us up. After hyunjin put it that way seungmin let him go. when hyunjin came back with two warm washrags in his hand seungmin immediately spread his legs and let hyunjin clean all of the cum that escaped (girl wtf this isn't fucking Alcatraz) (a little while later) after hyunjin was done cleaning up seungmin he got all of the cum stained blankets and put them in the wash. what he forgot was that the other members had spare keys to his house. so ig you could say he shouldnt be surprised when he saw Felix and changbin in the kitchen eating his pizza. "wtf are you guys doing here?" hyunjin questioned the two " I dont know seungmin just told me that their was pizza so we came to get some." Felix said "but then we heard some weird noises  coming from your room. so we decided to just wait until you guy's were done to anounce our presence." changbin continued 'uhm.... well you guys can have the pizza. but can you come back tomorrow.. hyunjin didn't get to finish his sentence becuase thats when seungmin came out of hyunjin and his room COMPLETLY naked and asked hyunjin "hey, are you going to come back soon? cuz it's getting kinda cold".
(Shit from tumblr)"W-well you see that's the thing," Seungmin stuttered out."It's u-um 50 shades of grey," seungmin mumbled.
Hyunjin just stared at the boy in "pure" disbelief."I-I mean you don't have to. I-it's just my friends have all watched it and im the only one that hasn't watched it and nobody will watch it with me." seungmin stuttered.
Hyunjin gave the boy a reassuring smile."Sure, I'll watch it with you," hyunjin said.
Hyunjin let seungmin inside his house and they got the movie situated and were about to go sit down when seungmin said, "wait, what about the snacks.""Oh, yeah. Can't forget about the snacks now can we darling," Hyunjin said with a smirk on his face.
Watching the movie was going relatively smoothly..... until the sex scene. That's when shit went ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY. I'm talking seungmin in his seat (this seat being hyunjins lap) squirming like a worm on a hook during shark week. hyunjin is "slightly" annoyed that seungmin won't STOP FUCKING MOVING (and maybe even a little aroused but shh don't tell anyone). Did i mention hyunjin was also trying to hide his now fully hard boner while also trying to remain composure so that seungmin didn't think he was a weirdo?(Seungmin POV)i was just watching the movie when the sex scene started playing. Not having watched anything like this before, I tried hiding my eyes. After a little while, I noticed something poking my ass. Having an idea as to what it might be, I started wiggling my ass. (Hyunjin POV)Seungmin started grinding his ass onto hyunjins clothed member. but hyunjin wasn't having it. So he grabbed his hips making the boy stop his ministrations. 'Now princess if you don't stop your going to get punished." hyunjin growled into the shorters ear. Seungmin whimpered at hyunjins words.Â
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đŚBeing Inarizaki's ManagerđŚ
Inarizaki x Female Manager
Warnings: unwanted touching (but reader kicks butt đ
) this is the only one of the series with any warnings
AN: this is the 4th installment of the Team Manager series đđť Next week, Fukurodani đŚ
Queue Season 4's Seijoh
Yep I'm saying it
Atsumu is season 4's Oikawa
With worse hair
But we still love him none the less đĽ°
Much like Seijoh, Inarizaki didn't have a manager dude to Atsumu and Osamu reasons...
Poor Kita and Aran are just tired
So tired
Queue Miss YN đđť
Later dubbed the savior of Inarizaki by Suna
Let's get into how you got caught up in this
You transferred to Inarizaki your second year (your parents moved, idk how you ended up here)
You somehow ended up in class with Ginjima
Instantly, he took a liking to you
I mean, girl you're gorgeous đ
đĽş
And đđđ
You were completely unbothered by the Miya Twins
Heck you didn't even know who they were!
Girls would talk and giggle about how cute they were while you sat there watching Tik Toks
Literally RAN đââď¸ to Kita
Kita was very skeptical
They had been through this before
However upon his first meeting with you, his mind was instantly changed
You had been walking through the hallway, the boys volleyball team all gathered around for some reason
Atsumu and Osamu got in a fight
Shocking đŹ
Some unknown reason, not important
You are walking down the hallway, when the boys fall in front of your fighting on the ground
You simply look that them and scuff
"đđ grow up"
You step over them, not walk around, YN STEPS OVER THEM
Suna and Ginjima bust out laughing
Akagi, Omimi, and Aran just stare at you
Kita thinks they just found their new team manager
Ginjima escorts you to the gym after class for your managerial trial
Boy are you in for it
Atsumu puts you through the ringer!
Mans teases you and says off the wall comments all practice
Literally will not lay off!
Refuses to take a water bottle from you, purposely makes you run after the ball, doesn't hold the door open for you
Literally he's being a petty bby
Kita is MAD đ
Aran is trying to save what little chances they have of finally having a manager
Osamu is actually nice to you and simply tells you to ignore his brother
You could really care less
The unbothered energy you display YN đ
You continue about your tasks, a certain someone not making it easy on you
That is, until you praise everyone but Atsumu
Omimi blocks a spike đđť praise đĽ°
Kita digs a ball đđť you jump up and down
Akagi keeps a ball in play after a hard spike đđť you scream his name
Riseki hits any spike đđť the whole school could hear your shouts of encouragement
Atsumu sends a perfect set leading to an amazing spike đđť đŚđŚđŚ đśđś
Suna has the whole thing record, you can go back and watch it
This goes on for several practices
Atsumu is getting needy
Mans feeds off praise and YN is the keeper of all the praise
Finally, after an almost flawless practice match, Atsumu blows
"What the heck YN? That toss was perfection! Are ya blind?"
You simply stare at him đ
Then walk away
Oof YN đŹ
Osamu and Suna can not đ¤đť
Someone rejected Atsumu, quick someone get a camera
Just kidding Suna's on it
The next practice, Atsumu messed up almost all of his sets
This never happens
Panic ensues
You simply roll you eyes đ
Walking up to Atsumu, you pat his head and walk away
Instantly the mans perks up
Bad sets? What bad sets? We don't know them đ
From then on, Atsumu and you developed a sort of truce
Not full fledged besties but a tolerable friendship
Finally the day of the big practice match between Inarizaki and another local team arrives
The team doesn't have a manager so coach asks of you'll help them
Of course you oblidge, helping out where you can
You took your job seriously đ¤
You filled water bottles, took notes and helped set up
The other boys đ
I mean, you were very attractive and very capable
Suddenly more balls would roll in your direction, water bottles emptied faster, they needed help with tosses
Of course you helped, you were sweet and kind to the visiting team đĽ°
Inarizaki however đ
Kita tried to keep you away from the team by having you help run errands
It didn't last
The captain of the rival team seemed to need your attention more
Creep
Akagi and Riseki bounded over to you in the sweetest way, grabbing your attention anyway they could
Atsumu, Suna, Ginjima and Osamu just glared
Literally đđđđ
The entire warm up đ¤Śââď¸
Of course, you were unbothered
The boys were protective of you but you could handle yourself just fine
Miss Manager is a force
So when the teams captain "accidently" touched your behind while you were filling water bottles
You raged and screamed
The boys đââď¸ đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸
Kita and the whole gang pull up
There you stand, beating the captain over the head with a full water bottle
"HOW *SMACK* DARE *SMACK* YOU *SMACK*"
Aran and Omimi run to contain you
It took both of them to hold you back đ¤đť
Atsumu and Osamu are angry boys
They are ready to attack
Kita stops them
The other teams captain is curled up and crying in the corner already
"Serves you right you pervert" you scream
Kita is so proud đĽş
The boys help you back to the gym
They gush over you for the rest of the practice match
All spikes are aimed at the captain
The boys win all the practice matches
After the games, they all treat you to a snack and walk you home
Even through they drive you insane, you adore you fox bbys đ
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Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me
Tw:noncon, predatory behavior
âI swear heâs getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,â you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.
âMaybe Shigaraki was right,â your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each otherâs shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.
âHey ladies, whatâre you two laughing about?â A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima andâŚBakugo walking next to you.
Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugoâs glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.
âHuh? Whatcha ya jumpinâ around for?â Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.
âOh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugoâs quirk is totally villainous. Weâre lucky heâs on our side,â Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.
And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugoâs scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.
âBut, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?â You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.
âNope! At least you werenât, youâre half scared to death of him, isnât that right Y/N?â
Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.
âHonestly, who isnât scared of this dude?â He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugoâs hands start curling with smoke.
âWatch it dumbass.â He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that youâre still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.
âMy quirk isnât that scary you idiot. Itâs not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-â
But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you canât help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishimaâs shoulders for protection.
âOkay, I get it! You donât have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.â Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.
Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see youâre actually scared, heâs seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend theyâre fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.
âJesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigarakiâs place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.â
And finally at Denkiâs quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugoâs blood starts simmering further.
Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didnât do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?
Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what youâll get.
And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that youâre still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.
Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku heâs gonna look like a psycho in comparison.
But at one point youâre by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.
Too bad for you, because when heâs done with you theyâll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.
Youâre shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.
âNo friends around to gossip about me?â
You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.
Your blood runs cold. Itâs Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.
Your feet move a step back.
Wrong move.
His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesnât take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?
âUh, w-what do you mean?â You chuckle nervously.
He doesnât laugh. In fact, he does something worse.
He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.
At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.
He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.
âDonât move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? Thatâs rude, we were just having a normal conversation.â
You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. ââKinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.â
He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.
Bakugo doesnât touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.
âYou got a smart mouth donât you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?â
âEmbarrassed you-?â You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.
âI guess weâll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?â
Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.
Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.
And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.
Surprisingly, you donât hear anyone behind you. That doesnât mean you donât stop running though.
The real reason you donât hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.
Youâve just made this so much more interesting.
He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animalâs guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.
Youâre panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.
You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. Youâve seen this same face on him when heâs in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.
Heâs bloodthirsty. He wants you.
âRunning away again? Thatâs not very heroic of you babe,â he calls out, and itâs terrifyingly infuriating how heâs not out of breath.
âLeave me the fuck alone,â you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.
You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.
Katsuki knows you know heâs even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.
Maybe he was scary.
He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.
Thereâs a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.
He knock with faux politeness. âYou wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?â
You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.
Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell youâre probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.
You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides heâll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.
He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.
âIâm tryina be nice here, yâknow. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Arenât I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?â
He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.
It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.
The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though itâs only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like heâs going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesnât.
You donât know what youâd rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.
But you neednât sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.
You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.
Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.
âReady or not little bitch, here I come.â
âBakugo, wait-!â
But your plea doesnât last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think heâs blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.
ââThought I made it clear by now that you canât run. So whyâd you try to leave? Huh? Think youâre smarter than me? You think youâre stronger than me?â
Heâs stalking forward again, and youâre left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.
He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.
With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.
Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. Heâs everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight youâre sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.
Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.
When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.
âYou lookinâ here bitch? Good.â
His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.
âSânot so scary after all is it? Youâre reacting better to it than I thought.â Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.
âOkay, I get it, please stop I donât like it!â You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.
âYeah? Good, Iâm glad you get it. But honestly, I donât care if you donât like it.
Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, âspecially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.â
You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but itâs like a butterflyâs touch to him, barely producing any fruition.
âI kept wondering to myself: why do I care if sheâs scared of it? And then I realized,â he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.
âYou just looked good enough to eat when you know youâre beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.â
He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. âMakes you look good enough to eat.â
And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.
Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.
Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.
You canât even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.
âYou-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?â He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.
Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.
With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.
The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.
He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.
When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.
His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.
His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesnât heave, because heâs at ease with your terror.
âYou think you know fear?â
With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesnât cover your mouth.
âYou havenât met me truly yet.â
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Happy back-to-school yâall
Iâve attended and worked at a couple of super liberal universities. I avoid the gender studies departments for obvious reasons and I still had a lecture in which the female prof gave a brief overview of TERFs and proclaimed her hatred of JKR. Being openly critical of gender ideology, the porn industry, kinks, and âsex workâ are the kind of things that can ruin your future in academia. Not to mention the fact that any speech or actions that could be labelled transphobic (ie. defining woman as adult human female) can get you a suspension according to many universities anti-hate-speech policies.Â
So, hereâs a list of small and smallish (small in terms of overt TERFery, some may require more effort than others) radical feminist actions you can take as a university student:
(this is a liberal arts perspective so if youâre a stem gal this may not apply. but also if youâre in stem maybe you can actually acknowledge that women are oppressed as a sex class without getting kicked out of school. idk)
(Note for TRAs hate reading this: One of the core actions of radical feminism is creating female networks. This is not so that we can brainwash people into being anti-trans. This is because female solidarity is necessary for creating class consciousness and overturning patriarchy. It is harder to subjugate the female sex when we stand together.)
Take classes with female profs. Multiple sections of a class? Pick the one taught by a woman. Have to chose an elective? Only look at electives offered by women. When classes have low numbers they get cancelled. When classes are super popular, universities are forced to consider promoting the faculty that teach them
Make relationships with these female profs. Go to office hours. Chat after class. Ask them about their research. Building female networks is sooooo important!
Actually fill in your end of year course feedback forms. Profs often need these when applying for tenure or applying for a job at another university so it is very important (especially with young and/or new profs) that you fill out these forms and give specific examples of how great these women are. Go off about what you love about them! Give her a brilliant review because you know the idiot boy in that class who wonât shut up even though he knows nothing is going to give her only negative feedback because he thinks any woman who leaves the house is a feminazi b*tch.Â
(note: obviously donât go praising any prof - female or male - who is blatantly racist, homophobic, etc.)
(Also if you have shitty male profs write down all the horrible things they have done and said and put it in these forms because once a shitty man gets tenure they are virtually untouchable)
(also also, leave a good review on rate my profs or whatever other thing students use to figure out if they want to take classes. idc if you copy paste your feedback from the formal review. rave about the class to your friends. do what you can to get good enrolment for that prof for reasons above.)
Participate in class. Talk over the male students. Say what you mean and mean it. Call out the boys when they say dumb shit
Write about women. If you have the option to make a text written by a woman your primary text in an essay, do it. Pick the female-centred option if youâre writing an exam-essay with multiple prompts. (Profs often look at what works on their syllabus are being written about/engaged with as a marker of whether to keep those texts the next time they teach the class. If there are badass women on your syllabus, write about them to keep them on the syllabus) Use female-written secondary sources whenever possible.Â
(pro tip: many women in academia are more than happy to talk to you about their papers. expand your female networks by reaching out to article authors through email and asking them about their cool shit)
Get your essays published! Many departments have undergrad journals you can publish in. This will ensure more people read about the women you write about and will demonstrate to the department that people like learning about women
Consider trying to publish your undergrad essay with a legit peer-reviewed journal. If you can do it, your use of female-written secondary sources boosts the reputations of the women who wrote those secondary sources. Also this helps generally to increase scholarship about womenâs writing!
Present your papers at conferences! Many schools have their own undergraduate/departmental conferences that you can present at. Push yourself by submitting to outside conferences. Bring attention to womenâs works by presenting your papers. Take a space at a conference that would otherwise be reserved for mediocre men
Talk to your profs and/or your department and/or your university about mandating the inclusion of female works in classes if this isnât something they do already
Sit next to other women in your classes. Talk to them. Make friends. Form study groups. Proofread each otherâs essays. Give each other knowing looks when the boys are being dumb. Just interact with other women! Build those female networks!
Be generous with your compliments. A female classmate and I were talking to a prof after class and the classmate told me (out of the blue) that I always have such interesting things to say. I think about that whenever Iâm lacking confidence about my academic skills. Compliment the women in your classes for speaking up, for sharing their opinions, for challenging your classmates/profs, for doing cool presentations, etc.
Talk to other women about sexist things going on on campus. Make everyone aware of the sexist profs. Complain about how there are many more tenured men than tenured women. Go on rate my professor and be explicit about how the sexist profs are sexist
Be active on campus and in societies. If a society has an all male executive or is male-dominated, any women who join that society make it less intimidating for more women to join. Run for executive positions! Bring in more women!Â
(Pro tip: Many societiesâ elections are super gameable. You can be eligible to vote in a society election sometimes just by being a student at that university â even without having done anything with the society before. Other societies might just require that youâve taken a class in a particular department or attended a society event. (Check the societyâs governing documents.) Use those female networks youâve been building. If you can bring three or four random people to vote for you, that might be enough for you to win. Societies have trouble meeting quorum (the minimum number of people in attendance to do votes) so it is really super achievable to rig an election with a few friends. And donât feel bad about this. The system is rigged against women so you have every right to exploit loopholes!)
(Also feel free to go vote ânon-confidenceâ/âre-open electionâ if only shitty men are running. Too often people see that only candidates they donât like are running and so they give up. But you can actually stop them getting elected)
Your campus may have a LGBTQIA+alphabetsoup society. That society definitely needs more L and B women representation. It may be tedious to argue with the nb straight dudes who insist that itâs fine to use âq***râ in the societyâs posters and that attraction has nothing to do with genitals, but just imagine what could happen if we could make these sorts of societies actually safe spaces for same-sex attracted women and advocated for our concerns
Attend random societiesâ election meetings. Get women elected and peace out. (or actually get involved but Iâm trying to emphasize the lowest commitment option with this one)
Write for the campus newspaper. Write about what women are doing - womenâs sports, cool society activities, whatever. Review female movies, books, tv shows, local theatre productions. Write about sexism on campus. We need more female by-lines and more stories about women
Get involved with your campusâs sexual assault & r*pe hotline/sexual assault survivorâs centre/whatever similar organization your campus has if you can. This is hard work and definitely not for everyone (pls take care of yourself first, especially if you are a survivor)
(If your campus doesnât have an organization for supporting survivorâs of sexualized violence, start one! This is probably going to be a lot of hard work though, so donât do it alone)
Talk to your student council about providing free menstrual hygiene products on campus if your campus doesnât already do this. If your campus provides free condoms (which they probs do), use that as leverage (ie. âsex is optional, menstruation is not. so why do we have free condoms and no free pads?â)
If youâre an older student, get involved with younger students (orientation week and such activities are good for this). Show the freshman that you can be a successful and well-liked woman without shaving your legs, wearing heels, wearing make-up, etc. Mentor these young women. Offer to go for coffee or proofread essays.Â
Come to class looking like a human being. Be visibly make-up less, unshaven, unfeminine, etc. to show off the many different ways of being a woman
Talk to the custodial staff and learn their names. (I know there are men who work in this profession, but it is dominated by low-income women) Say hi in the hallways, ask them about their lives, show them theyâre appreciated
Be explicit with your language. When you are talking about sex-based oppression, say it. Donât say âsex workerâ when you mean survivor of human trafficking. This tip is obviously a bit tricky in terms of overt TERFyness, so use your best judgement
Thatâs all from me for now! Feel free to add your suggestions and remember that feminism is about action
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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!
Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....
W/C: 3.5k
âBakugou, dude. We should not-â
âShut up Kirishima!â Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. âThat bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!â He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you werenât working in the lab after hours.
âJust keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.â He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.
Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. âAhh geez.â He didnât even wear any safety gear.
As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. âI thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.â Guess it wasnât a new shampoo she was using then.
He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. âPerfect.â
*****
âHe said WHAT?!â
Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. âHe told Professor Aizawa that your âViagra flowersâ are a joke to the science department and they should âwither and dieâ.â
Youâre fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit donât stink is ridiculing my research? âAll that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!â You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you canât decide whether to scream or cry. âWhy did I ever like that twat?â
Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -
âOh for the love of god shut up.â Screw your inner thoughts.
Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have told you that.â
You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. âDonât apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.â She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight âIâm gonna go.â You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.
âW-where are you going?â Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.
âI need to blow off some steam, so Iâm gonna go check on my âViagra flowersâ.â She huffs a laugh and let's go.
âAlright, donât stay too late.â
You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. Itâs a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.
*****
As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he canât sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.
Donât wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.
You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didnât shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugouâs friend and one of your classmates.
âHey! How- how's it goin?â
You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? âHey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?â
âYeah! Flowers are pretty.â He laughs, itâs high pitched and obviously forced.
You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.
âWhere is he?â
Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. âHeâs in the lab,â you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. âI tried to talk him out of it!â
The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.
âI told you shitty hair, if youâre gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.â
You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.
Keep it in your pants idiot
âReally Bakugou?â You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. âWhat were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?â
He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldnât give to just lick from your navel to your neck.
âA B-Movie villain huh? Thatâs rich coming from the fanfiction clichĂŠ scientist.â He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.
âFanfiction clichĂŠ? What the actual fuck are you talking about?â You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?
He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. âWhat. Did. You. Do?â
Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you arenât quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. âJust grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.â
âYou idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!â You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. âWhy do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!â
âWhy should I?â
Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!
âPut it back in the enclosure first and Iâll explain it to you!â Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.
âShit!â You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. âStay on that side of the room, if weâre far enough apart the effects wonât be as bad.â
âWhat are the effects?â The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didnât speak at all.
âWhat are the fucking side effects!?â His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-
âTake a picture, it'll last longer.â Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.
âItâs an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.â
âYeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?â he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.
âIt is not sex pollen, I donât even use the pollen of the plant.â the last part coming out in a mumble. âThe aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.â You clear your throat.
Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.
âSo why are you so far away then?â The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.
Cheeky bastard.
âSurely I donât have to spell it out for you.â Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..
âHA!â The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. âOf course youâre attracted to me, who wouldnât be?â
âWell, aren't you a cocky bastard?â Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. âTell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?â
A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.
âIâm - Iâm fine.â Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.
âLookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?â
He doesnât answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top youâre wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.
âCat got your tongue?â
On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. âWhat was the question again?â
âHow. Are. You. Feeling.â you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. âKatsuki.â You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.
âIâm gonna ruin you.â Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. âFuck, you drive me crazy.â He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. âSmart, funny, sexy, beautiful.â
You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. âNeed to feel you touch me Bakugou.â He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.
âWhat happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?â Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out âKat-Katsuki Please touch me.â
The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. âOh god yes.â
âYouâre so soft baby,â he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. âTake off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.â
Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.
He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.
You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.
âWanna feel you too Katsuki.â you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.
âWhat do ya wanna feel, baby girl?â
With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. âWanna feel you fuck me.â
You pull away and he quickly sets you down, youâre about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. âLeave âm on.â
Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. âFuck youâre huge.â
He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. âGlad you approve.â Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. âThis all for me?â bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. âGonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.â
Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.
âC-cumming!â You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.
âAlready?â a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. âGonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.â
Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. âPlease donât stop,â you dig your nails into his shoulders. âM Gonna cum again.â His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.
Youâre repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then youâre cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.
âOne more.â
Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. âI canât!â
âWrong,â Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. âYou want me to stop?â
âNOâ
âThen you got one more beautiful thing.â He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.
âCome on, cum for me.â
You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. âYou cum too, fill me up Katsuki.â
âOh fuck yeah.â Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.
You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, âOh donât worry beautiful,â he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap ânot done with you yet.â
By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. âDonât want you leakin.â
You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.
âLet's go back to my room, yeah? Iâll help you clean up.â His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you canât help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.
âI assume you're finished with the lab?â
You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. âP-professor Aizawa?â Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were⌠indisposed.
Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isnât nearly as mortified as you. âHow long have you been standing there?â
The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. âLong enough.â He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.â
And just before you canât get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. âThe labs arenât sound proof, and these walls echo.â
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kissanime & foreplay
this is part of my netflix & chill collection !
summary;Â You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.
warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the endđł, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink
misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3
wc; 8.2k
notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isnât a 1kook fic unless thereâs smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!Â
HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! đĽşđ
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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. Thereâs no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, youâre twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You donât have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. Thereâs a bathtubâsomething you havenât had the pleasure of using during collegeâand a fairly open living space. Thereâs so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.
The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.
And of course, Doyeon.
Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why sheâs going to be stuck living at her parentâs house for at least a couple more years.
Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasnât the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadnât been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, theyâd let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.
The reason it became an issue for her now is because itâs poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.
So now sheâs taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you donât mind accepting Doyeonâs weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.
Jungkookâs supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesnât ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You werenât in college anymore, so you didnât have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, itâs mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.
However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, heâs started coming over every Saturday night to make sure youâre still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and itâs currently week four.
He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, youâve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you donât really care. Itâs become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you donât mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didnât watch the documentary?
Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide whoâs picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises youâll pick the next one so youâve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.
Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.
It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory youâve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.
Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaintsâ well, no complaints towards Jungkookâs terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue âJungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.
Youâve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isnât badâ if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.
Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and youâd do anything to keep him to yourself.
After long deliberation, youâve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.
He sends you a text when heâs outside your building, and five minutes later thereâs a rap against your door.
âHi,â you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. Heâs got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But heâs also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.
You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadnât seen at his hip. âMailman gave me this,â he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. âSince when did you start buying sex toys?â he asks rather loudly in the hallway.
You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. âTheyâre not mine!â you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, itâs for you. Couldnât there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?
With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. âItâs okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.â
You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like youâre actually embarrassed to be caught buying toysâ youâre not. Youâre embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply canât put to use. âWhatever,â you sigh, âyour gross popcorn is in my bedroom and itâs probably stale.â
He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. âBring the box, gorgeous,â he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.
You groan loudly. âItâs not mine!â you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.
Not only do you have no idea whatâs in this package, but youâre frankly not too keen on finding out. Youâre more interested in Jungkookâs reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.
Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.
âWhat the hell is this?â he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.
You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. âKissAnime,â you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.
âBaby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,â he says. âAnd what even are these?â he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. âAnimated teacher porn?â
By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook⌠only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. âWhat? You wanna watch hentai now?â you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.
Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. âNo,â he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. âI am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,â he says rather matter-of-factly.
You snort, repeating, âa woman teacher,â mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. âSilence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.â Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.
Youâre beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesnât make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First itâs the quality of the frames, and then itâs the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode youâre considering breaking up with him.
âOh my god,â you groan, tearing yourself away from him. Heâs all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, youâd be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but youâre about two seconds from ripping his head off. âI mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,â you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. âYou gotta shut up.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âI have to shut up?â he asks in a scandalized tone. âYou sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.â
At this rate youâre getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkookâs existence.
âWho actually watches those anyway?â he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. âReally?â he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.
You snort. âYou are such a baby,â you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. âWhat? Canât handle seeing some anime titties?â
Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. âTheyâre just weird,â he admits. âAnd make unrealistic faces.â
âUnrealistic,â you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. Thereâs an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. âJust because you canât get those faces out of me doesnât mean theyâre unreal.â
The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. âFirst of all, I can get you like that,â he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. âIn fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so letâs not say anything too drastic now, okay?â
His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. âOh, you can make me all stupid like this?â
Jungkook scoffs. âYes.â
âUh huh,â you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. Thatâs fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. âWhy donât you prove it to me, Jungkookie?â you purr, before pulling away.
His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.
The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one heâs had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.
Honestly speaking, you donât doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact youâre rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.
âHm?â you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. âAre you scared Iâm right and youâre wrong?â
A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until youâre shivering against him. âOh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,â he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. Itâs too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.
With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. âHave a little faith in me,â he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.
Suddenly, heâs drawing back. âKook?â you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.
He flashes you a smile. âGo on,â he says, arms behind his head. âShow me how to get you like that.â
âBy myself?â you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.
The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkookâs way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.
The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. âMmh,â you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkookâs eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.
A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. âWanna take these off for me?â he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.
You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until youâre on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. âStay like this for me,â he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. Heâs got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, itâs only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.
Thereâs this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him youâre reminded of every position heâs ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you donât grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriendâ now what?
A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.
His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesnât brush your hand off, doesnât shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.
You groan, head rolling from side to side. âDonât be so soft with me,â you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. âPush me around like that one time, you know I like it.â
Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. Heâs got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. âNeed me to be mean to you, baby?â he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. âWant me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?â You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. âBut isnât this better?â he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. âSlow... and so easy.â
âKook,â you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you canât, because heâs knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead youâre left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. âF-Faster,â you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.
The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. Youâre left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. âItâs enough,â you cry, your entire body shivering.
Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. Heâs got this glint on his eyes, like heâs thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.
As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.
The moment you see it, itâs like youâre transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know heâs going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know heâs going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkookâs teasing antics, heâs snatching up the box.
âThe Bullet Bestie,â he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, thereâs a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but youâre not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.
âBaby,â you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. âWe can look at it another time,â you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. âWhy donât you finish off here?â you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.
Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.
âNo,â you say slowly, sitting back up, âno, no,â you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. Youâre barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. Heâs fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. âKook, please just make me cum,â you gasp.
Thereâs a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. âLook at my girl,â he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. âWhereâs that smartmouth now?â
âJungkook,â you try to warn. But thereâs no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. âBaby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just pleaseââ
A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. âW-Wait,â you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. âNo-please.â
His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. âHey pretty girl, does it feel good?â he husks out, kissing just below your ear. âAw fuck,â he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, âcanât even see if youâre making that stupid face right now.â
You are, but you donât even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You donât doubt you look like those silly ads youâd laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.
It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. Itâs so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkookâs name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.
The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. âGood girl,â Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and youâre just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.
The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until heâs got those same hands cupping your breasts. âDid you like that?â he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. âMm,â Jungkook sighs, âmy pretty girl was so good for me, wasnât she?â
Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. âKook,â you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. âW-Wait,â you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.
âShhh,â he soothes, tweaking your nipples. âRelax for me, sweetheart,â he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You canât relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. âThatâs it,â he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.
Just as youâre beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkookâs caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. âBet you could come again now,â he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. âBet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isnât that right, sweet girl?â
You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. Thereâs a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.
âCome on,â he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattressâ Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.
When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. âCrybaby, crybaby,â he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. âLemme see those tears, baby,â he purrs.
He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. Itâs embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.
Jungkookâs body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before heâs suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.
âGod,â you groan, knocking your foot against his side. âJust fuck me already,â you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkookâs fat demon cock inside of you.
He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him canât touch. âCanât,â he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.
Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, heâd eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.
The most adventurous youâd ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.
âKook,â you whine childishly.
Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. âI canât, baby,â he says, almost pained. âI gotta clean you up first,â he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, heâs diving face first into your cunt.
But the biggest surprise doesnât come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. âNo, no,â you yelp immediately, âI-Iâll break you,â you cry, trying to escape from his hold.
From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkookâs face. Itâs a look that loudly says donât you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. âJungkook,â you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. âIâm, Iâm,â you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. âIâll break you,â you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. âI-Iâllââ
He pulls off with a pop. âFuck my face, baby,â he says, as if he hadnât heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. âYou got that?â
You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriendâs handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before heâs reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. Theyâre still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. âB-But what ifââ
âYou wonât,â he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, âcome on, pretty girl.â
The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.
For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. âFuck my face, sweetheart,â he whispers, âdrag that pretty cunt all over me until I canât breathe.â A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. âYou can do that, canât you?â
Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassingâlike I love youâthereâs a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkookâs nose.
âO-Oh,â you cry, and thatâs all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him heâs a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt youâll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like heâs nothing but a toy. âKook, Jungkook,â you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.
It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. Youâre not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt youâd ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).
But, this momentâŚ
The power was quickly going to your head. âFuck,â you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.
It doesnât help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. Itâs ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. âMmmf,â you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. âN-No,â you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. âThere, there,â you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.
Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you werenât so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.
It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until youâre coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess heâd claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adamâs apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.
âGood girl,â Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. Heâs looking up at you like youâre some mythical goddess and heâs but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You donât think youâve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkookâs mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.
He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. Heâs still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. âDâyou like it?â he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. âI saw it, yâknow,â he says suddenly.
âSaw what?â you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.
Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks heâs crazy, but youâre suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkookâs drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadnât done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, heâs kissing you softly. âThat stupid face,â he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. âThat weird, now realistic face,â he tacks on.
You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. âHey,â you call, âdon't you wanna cum too?â
He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. âNah,â he says, cuddles closer into you. âRest now, baby.â
You roll your eyes. âI can feel your dick against my thigh,â you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. âFuck me.â
He groans against your collarbone. âNo, youâre tired,â he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when heâs riled up. âSleep.â
With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. âFuck me, Jungkookie,â you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. âUse my body,â you suggest, âIâm yours anyway.â
His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. âDonât say that,â he sighs, âmakes me wanna do very mean things to you.â
You smile. âYou can do whatever you want to me, donât you know that?â Another groan, his head falling forward until heâs hiding in your neck. Still, thereâs movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. Thereâs a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when heâd managed to get you to sit on his face. âInside, Jungkookie,â you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. âGood boy.â
Despite your earlier belief that youâd never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. âNo,â he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. âI canât.â
You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. âThatâs it,â you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. âDo you like this pussy?â you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.
Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. âYes,â he pants, âs-so wet⌠creamy.â
âYeah?â you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. âItâs yours.â
âFfffuck,â Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. Heâs breathing harshly now, and itâs taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night heâd given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, itâs the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. âMine,â he growls, bucking his hips into you. âYouâre mine, baby, mine,â he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. Itâs painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.
He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. âFuck,â he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. âThat was evil.â
You laugh, pulling him closer. âAs evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?â you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know itâll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but itâs worth it.
âItâs called building the scene,â he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. âI was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot itâs name.â
âRude,â you snap, âitâs called KissAnime.â
âAnd fore-play,â he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.
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epilogueÂ
Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie sheâd gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesnât pay for that.Â
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could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and sheâs kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesnât believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they donât not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didnât mean it to go that far but heâs stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in dracoâs glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) canât wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? iâm sorry itâs so long idk how else to explain it đĽ
unforgivable | draco malfoy
pairing: draco x slytherin!reader
word count: 2,7k
summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior
a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3
warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death
universe: harry potter
âOnly those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curseâ, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.
Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snapeâs voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.
But without success.
Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.
Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.
Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just canât get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.
You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.
âYou will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next weekâ, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Dracoâs, you pulled him along.
âSomeone seems to have a strong interest in these cursesâ, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.
âAnd what if it does?â, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.
On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.
âSorry, but you are covering the sunâ, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.
âWhat was that about earlier, Y/N?â, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.
âDo not make a scene now, Weaselbeeâ, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.
âOh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkabanâ, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. âHow does he like his new home?â
If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.
âAt least I still have parents, Scarheadâ, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.
âDepulso!â
As soon as these words come out of Harryâs mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.
âHarry!â, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Dracoâs face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.
âCruci-â
âExpelliarmus!â, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.
âYou have totally gone crazy!â, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.
âRon, stop itâ, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.
âAre you actually crazy!?â, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. âThese curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!â
âI-I am sorryâ, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. âBut you hate them too!â
âAnd yet I would never harm them physically!â, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.
âI apologized! Wait, babe-â
âNo, Draco. You went too far this timeâ, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.
âCan we talk for a moment?â, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.
âWhat is it?â, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.
âI wanted to apologize for Dracoâs behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of youâ, you rant to her while she listens closely.
âFirst of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologizeâ, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. âWe both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-â
âShh!â you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. âI know. But- Well I-â
âI accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent eitherâ, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.
âThank youâ, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.
âI am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about itâ, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.
And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Dracoâs glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.
She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.
You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.
Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.
âBabe, can you hear me?!â, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.
âWhat- What happened?â, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.
âYou passed outâ, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. âI will take you to your room, you have to rest.â
Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet âthank youâ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.
After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.
It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.
You do not breathe anymore.
âY/N!â, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. âWake up, wake up! Damn it!â
No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.
Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.
âDraco! It is Y/N! You- She just wonât wake upâ, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.
Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.
âGet out of the way! I do not have time for-â
âListen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake upâ, Harry interrupts him and Dracoâs eyes widen in an instant.
âWhat?!â
âOriginally, it was meant for you! As revengeâ, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.
âAre you stupid?!â, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.
âNow is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more timeâ, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.
Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.
âThis is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughtsâ, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.â
Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Dracoâs soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.
âFor Merlinâs sake, you are aliveâ, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still canât remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.
âWhat happened?â, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Dracoâs shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.
âYou were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-â
âThen I would still be sleeping nowâ, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. âI am not mad at neither you nor Ron.â
In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.
âDid you at least learn from it?â, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.
âI swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses againâ, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. âI was stupid and I will apologize to them.â
âAlready doneâ, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.
âDo not worry, Ron. I am fineâ, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.
âHow about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?â, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.
âYou look tired, babe. You should get some sleepâ, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.
âYou do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?â, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.
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We Have A Pool?!
Summary: Thereâs a secret swimming pool at Hogwarts. Y/N discovered it purely on accident in her first year, and it has become her safe place, that is until a particular Weasley find it as well.
Warnings: SMUT! (fingering, vaginal, etc) SMUT WITH PLOT IN A POOL YALL (ok I heard pool sex can be not great for everyone, so maybe donât try it unless your into that then go off) Swearing, no proof reading, an irrational amount of commas because the public school system failed me. The end
Word Count: 2.3K
A/N: OK so IDK if there's canonically a pool at Hogwarts, I just heard it in a starkid play and was like âHey, I like thatâ So I made it all up so if there is/isnât actually a pool pls donât come for me. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope youâre all happy and are making progress to becoming even happier.
Your elbows rested on the desk in front of you, your fingers rubbing circles into your temples as you tried to pay attention to the class in front of you. This past week had been stressful to say the least, you had three different essays, all needing to be at least four pages long, as well as a potions exam and a herbology quiz. To say you were excited for the weekend was an understatement.
And you knew just where you were going to spend it.
As soon as class was dismissed, you started packing your bag as quickly as possible, wanting to get to your room to finish your homework and change before going to your favorite spot for some much needed stress relief.
You practically ran out of the class, heading straight to the Gryffindor common room, but before you could get far, two tall bodies appeared at your left and right sides.
âSomeone seems to be in a hurryâ Fred said, looking to George who nodded in agreement.
âIndeed, where are we off to Y/N?â George asked.
âOh, its a wonderful place, I donât think you would have head of it. Itâs called nun yaâ You said, causing the boys to raise an eyebrow at you.
âNun ya?â Fred asked
âNun ya businessâ You joked, causing the older red to head to gasp in feign hurt, while George tried to stifle a laugh.
You and the twins had been friends since you were children, being next door neighbors and being the same age meant you spent a lot of time together, especially when your parents went on business trips and left you at the burrow. You had grown to become really close to them. However, over the past few years George and Angelina had started hanging out more, leaving you and Fred to get closer.Â
This wouldnât have been a problem if you didnât have a giant crush on him.Â
âWow, were your best friends in the world and you wont even tell us where youâre going. Iâm hurt!â Fred cried, making you laugh a bit.Â
âIâm just going back to my room to do some homework. Iâll see you guys at dinner yeah?â You asked, turning to wave at the two boys, who stood in confused silence as they watched you walk away.
âWell, sheâs hiding somethingâ George said.
âDefinitelyâ Fred agreed.
A few hours later, you had gotten dinner, finished your homework, and were currently laying in bed, waiting for Angelina and Katie to fall asleep. After a while, their breathing evened out, and you quietly got out of bed, putting your pillow under the covers to make it look like you were still sleeping there just in case one of them woke up.
You tip toed out of the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible before making your way down the steps, and out of the common room. Once you were a bit farther away, you cast lumos to navigate better through the hallway. You took a right, then a left, then another left, before finally finding your way to the empty arythmancy classroom.
You made your way to the bookcase on the far left side of the room, running your finger along the spines before landing on a familiar blue cover labeled The Geometry of Liquids. You pulled the book back until you heard a click, pushing the bookcase forward which easily swung open to reveal a hallway.
You couldnât help but smile as the smell of salt water filled your nose, quickly stepping behind the book case before closing it behind you. As you walked further down the hallway, you began to see a blue light, finally turning the last corner, you found yourself in an abandoned dungeon, with a large pool in the middle of it.Â
You had accidentally stumbled across this room in your fourth year. You were bored, all of your friends either at Hogsmeade or detention Fred and George, and had found the abandoned classroom. You started going through the books, and the rest is history. You had been coming here at least once a week ever since.
You muttered the spell to stop the light coming from your wand, the pool somehow giving off its own soft blue light, before removing your shirt and sleep shorts, exposing the green bikini you had put on earlier.Â
Walking closer to the edge, you took a few running steps before plugging your nose and jumping off the pool wall, landing in the water below.Â
You sat there for a moment, allowing the cool feeling to sink deeper into your body. You had gotten a lot better at holding your breath over the years, still eventually you had to come back to the surface for air, which you did. You wiped the water off your face, opening your eyes to find a pair of dark brown ones looking back.
âFred!â You screamed, surprised by his sudden presence. He stood at the edge of the water in a pair of jersey shorts and a t-shirt, his jaw on the floor as he looked at you, then to the rest of the room.Â
âWhat are you... whoâd you get here?â You continued, his silence making you a bit nervous.
âWe have a pool?â He asked looking back to you, causing you to nod.
âYeah...â You said, feeling a bit guilty for not telling him before.Â
You had planned on telling him, along with the rest of your friends, but you were worried that word would get around and it would become a new party spot, which meant it would only be a matter of time before a teacher found it and blocked it off.Â
âHow long have you known this was here?â Fred asked.
You sighed, swimming to the side wall and pulling yourself out, ringing out your hair before crossing your arms in front of you.
âA whileâ You mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed.
âAnd you didnât tell us because...â He started, wanting an explanation.
âI didnât want everyone to find out, because then the teachers would find out-â
âAnd then nobody would be able to use itâ Fred finished, causing you to nod, still refusing to meet his eyes, your own question suddenly popping into your mind.
âWait, how did you find it?â You asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your heart beating a bit faster at the eye contact.
Now it was Fredâs turn to look guilty. âI followed youâ
âYou fo- why!â You shouted
âIâm sorry! Itâs just, you were upset earlier and you seemed really excited about something, and then I saw you walking around and I donât know I just followed you.â Fred blurted out, looking at you with a nervous expression.
âOk fine, Iâm not mad at you if youâre not mad at meâ You tried to reason, wanting a truce.
âDealâ He said smiling, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. Unfortunately this made it so you didnât see his other hand quickly come around to connect with your shoulder, pushing you back into the pool.
You quickly got your bearings, kicking back to the surface to find Fred keeled over with laughter.Â
âYou dick!â You shouted, which only made him laugh harder. You began laughing as well, before ducking under the water to move your hair away from your face, popping back up to see Fred walking over to where your clothes and wand were laying.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked suspiciously, you eyes widening as his hands went to the hem of his shirt.
âGetting in, duhâ Fred stated, before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest, making your face heat up in the process.Â
Before you could say anything, Fred was running towards the pool at full speed before jumping into a cannon ball and landing right next to you, sending buckets of water flying into your face.
Your mouth fell open in shock, watching as Fred came back up to the surface, laughing once he saw your expression.
âOh nuh uhâ You grumbled, shooting out your hands to send water flying back at Fred, abruptly cutting off his laughter.
âOh really?â he asked mockingly, sending a wave of water back at you, only for you to return a wave as well.
Soon enough, water was flying in all directions as you each tried to splash each other as fast as you could, the sound of both of your laughs echoing off the walls.Â
You were splashing as fast as you could, looking away to avoid getting hit in the face as you aimed blindly, only stopping when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your middle and spin you around.
âGot cha!â Fred yelled, your arms landing around his neck to stabilize yourself as you shouted in surprise.
Fred stopped spinning, allowing the both of you to calm down and catch your breath, which made your heartbeat pick up at the realization of the position you were in. Your bodies pressed together as his arms remained around your waist, and yours around his neck.
You pulled back a bit to look at him, meeting his gaze before his eyes wandered down to your mouth, yours doing the same before he finally pulled you closer, and connected his lips to yours.
You responded instantly, moving your lips with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His arms moved downwards to hold you by your ass as he walked you over to the side of the pool, pressing you up against the wall.
He tugged at your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You moved a hand up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the wet, fiery strands, and deepening the kiss even further. His hard length pressed against you, and your hands began traveling down his chest.
He suddenly pulled away making you open your eyes to look at him.
âAre you sure?â He asked, a soft look in his eyes.
You nodded.
Fred moved his lips to just below your ear, hovering just over the skin. âI need to hear you princessâ
âPlease, I need you Freddieâ You whined, gasping as his lips came in contact with your neck.
He continued his attack on your neck as his hand moved in between you, dipping into your bikini bottoms before sliding his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, slowly pumping them in an out as his thumb drew circled over your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening as he began to speed up.
âFred, I need you inside of meâ You sighed, whining as he removed his fingers. His hands moved to lower his shorts a bit letting his cock spring free, moving your bikini bottoms to the side before gliding through your folds.
"You ready?â He asked, causing you to nod. âWith your words princessâ
âPlease Fred just fuck meâ You practically begged, before moaning as he slowly filled you up, his size stretching you out slightly.
He waited a moment, allowing you to adjust before you finally nodded, allowing him to move. He slowly pulled out half way, before thrusting back into you, repeating the action and picking up speed with each thrust.
You bit your lip to try and suppress your moans, but Fred wasnât having any of it.
âNone of that princessâ He said, stopping his movements and making you whine âI want to hear you screaming my name when you come, got it?â He asked, still refusing to move.
âOk fine, please just move-ah!â You gasped loudly as he started thrusting into you, much faster than before.
Water sloshed around you as he pounded into you, your back scratching against to tile with each thrust but you didnât care. His cock hit that one spot perfectly with each stroke, tightening the coil in your stomach more and more.Â
âYouâre so perfect, taking my cock so wellâ Fred breathed into your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan. âI canât hear you princessâ
His hand slipped in between your bodies, beginning to rub fast circles around your bungle of nerves, causing the coil in your stomach to finally snap, sending you over the edge, while screaming Fred's name over and over again.
Fred continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy before he stilled inside of you, painting your walls as he came.
You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high. Fred pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out, causing you to sigh at the empty feeling before moving both of your bottoms to their original place.
A wave of insecurity suddenly washed over you. Was this a one time thing? Was he still mad that I hid this from him? Does he want to just be friends with benefits? does he-
âHey, whatâs happeningâ Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, a curious expression on his face.
âUm...â You started, setting yourself up for the possibility of rejection. âWas this a one time thing? Because, if it is I donât want to-â
Fred cut you off by gently grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, silencing all the insecure thoughts running through your mind.
âY/N, Iâve liked you since fourth year, I really hope this isnât a one time thingâ He said, making you smile.
âSince fourth year?â You asked, causing his face to blush a bit.
âWell, yeahâ He replied sheepishly.
âWell, Iâve liked you since third year, so I guess I like you moreâ You joked, causing him to let out a gasp.
âNot possible, I like you way more than you like meâ He argued, to which you shook your head.
âNope, I win, hands downâ You responded, folding your arms matter of factely.
âHow about, we go shower off, and I show you how much I like you?â Fred asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.
âChallenge acceptedâ You replied, all the while you couldn't hide the smile on your face.
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A/N: UMMMM ok??? Pool sex. With Fred Weasley??? Am I obsessed with this concept? Yes. Is it healthy, probably not but its not hurting anyone so Iâm a keep doing it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback. I love you all! ALSO IF YOU KNOW OF ANY FRED POOL SMUT PLEASE TAG ME OMG
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Harry Potter â The One That Got Away
Summary: You died in the Battle of Hogwarts after pushing off Fred away from the wall, and Harry was beyond devastated. You were his First Love, and will always be.
Words: 7,440 words
Warnings: Angst, My best angst yet, Altered Storyline, Pure form of pain, I just wanna hug Harry in this one, neutral!reader, Death, Mentions of panic attack, Tissues Are Recommended
Disclaimer: This is my longest fic yet! 7.4K words of pure pain, wow. Iâve worked on this one for like idk 5 days? I recommend listening to The One That Got Away by Katy Perry, the lyrics inspired me so much for this one. Also, can you believe this is my first time writing a Harry fic? Crazy, I know! Enjoy the painful ride, fellas <3
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âHarry?â
Your voice echoed the room, making everyoneâs heads turn to you. You heard the news of Harry, Ron, and Hermione returning to Hogwarts after months of disappearances, and the news was right. The group of people opened, and there he was, the boy you loved for almost three years now.
âOh my god,â You muttered under your breath as you ran to him, Harry scooped you up easily as he dug his head on the crook of your neck instantly. You hugged him so tight, the tears in your eyes were starting to well, you never thought you would see him alive and well in front of you, but there he is right now, hugging you as if you were his last reason to live.
âI thought I would never see you again, wh-where have you been?!â You frantically ran your mouth, arms still wrapped tight on his body. âIt doesnât matter, oh Godric, I missed you so much.â Harry sighed out; his tense body relaxed immediately as you held him. You pulled away, hands cupping his face, âAre you alright, a-are you hurt?â
Harry smiled fondly at you, his hands cupping your face as well, âIâm fine, darling.â
âThis is adorable and all, but we sort of having a situation now, if you mind?â Neville voiced out awkwardly. Harry quickly kissed your forehead and sent a glance to the crowd around you, âRight.â
Harry was quiet.
He couldnât think of anything else than the moment he had arrived at Hogwarts a few hours ago. That was the first time he had seen you after months of hiding in the woods to find the Horcruxes.
He heard the news. And he refused to believe it. Being in denial, he ran to the Great Hall, his heart begging nonstop for the rumor to be false. Harry ran, and ran, and ran. He didnât care that his legs were exhausted, he didnât care about his heartbeat constantly increasing, all he cared about as of that moment was you.
Right at the end of the Great Hall, a group of dusty gingers huddled together, seemingly crying. The little voice in his heart now screaming for its life; not ready to know what were the Weasleys crying for.
His feet felt heavy, it felt like he has rocks tied with his shoes, but Harry forced himself to walk closer to them. Closer and closer, he found familiar faces contorted as they cry. From a distance he could make up George who was holding back Fred; the older twin was fighting to be let go, sobbing as he does so, begging to be near that someone laying on the floor.
Harry had never seen Fred cry before, the tall ginger always had a smile on his lips or a laugh of mischief, but never a frown, never tears rolling down his face.
And thatâs when Harry arrived, and Molly; Ronâs mum, hugged him tight, sobbing onto his shoulders, whimpering âIâm so sorryâs. He couldnât hug her back, no, not when his eyes were frozen on the vision of you.
Laying on the ground, lifeless.
Instantly, his knees were weak. He kneeled beside you, the screaming of his heart had never sounded so deafening. Harry was beyond shocked; he couldnât comprehend the vision in front of him.
All of this was too sudden for him to understand.
When Hermione let out a strangled cry of pain, Harry felt his heart was stabbed. âI shouldnât have been near that wall! Y/N pushed me away and-and the wall started to fall, Iâm-Iâm sorry, Harry this is all my fault-â
Harry could hear Fredâs pained sobs saying the words, but he couldnât digest it. His eyes were still trained to you. For a moment, he thought you looked angelic. As if you were just sleeping and, at any moment now, you would blink your eyes open and smile at him, saying, âGood morning, love.â
But you didnât. And thatâs when the dagger in his heart turns.
âY/N.â The way your name rolls down his tongue felt weird. It felt strange because you would never respond to him calling you again. Harryâs trembling hands went down to cup your face, brushing away the specks of dust from your face.
âYouâre- Youâre cold, darling.â His voice was calm, but Harry knew that was the only thing that was at the moment. His whole body was trembling, his breaths were heavy, his eyes struggling to blink; as if⌠if he blinked, then you would vanish from his eyesight forever.
At that moment, Harry cared no longer about his environment, he didnât hear Ronâs sobbing mess as he was hugging George, he didnât hear Hermioneâs screams of denial of her best friendâs death, he didnât hear Fredâs cries of overbearing guilt.
Harry only heard his quivering breathing. He hadnât noticed the tears welling up his eyes until a drop of his own tear fell onto your soft skin.
Thatâs when Harry Potter breaks.
âWh-Why are you so cold?â Harryâs whimper silenced everyone. Hermione froze from her frantic breakdown, Ron looked to Harry with the sudden realization that heâs the one most hurting at the moment, and Fred minimized his cries to look at the pair.
âWhy are you so cold, darling?â He cried again. Harry was breaking down, he was exhausted, the very people who loved him dead one by one, and you were his last straw. âWhy are you leaving me, Y/N?â He whimpered against your stomach, clutching your clothes tightly as he tried his best to find your warmth. The shirt you were wearing started to get wet with his tears, it took Harry everything inside of him not to crumble right there and then.
His stomach hollowed as he realized, even in death, you were beautiful.
Harry didnât know how much time he spent there, but as he opened his eyes, he realized he was standing in front of Dumbledoreâs office. Numbly, he went inside. His thoughts were still preoccupied with you, but he has other matters in hand. No matter how much he wanted to stay there and lay beside you, the war was far from over. And the one-hour duration Voldemort gave them was running short.
When he walked out of the room, he was shaken. Not as shaken as he was of your death, but he was still shaken. Snape⌠was protecting him this whole time? Harry was snapped from his thoughts when he recognized two figures sitting on the end of the stairs. He took a deep breath as he walked closer to Ron and Hermione, who huddled together, hand in hand. Hermione looked to her back as she heard footsteps, quickly standing up as she realized it was Harry.
âWhere youâve been?â Her quiet voice echoed through the silent castle. âWe thought you went to the forest,â Ron breathed out, worried. Harry walked past them, trying to look calm and stoic as he replied, âIâm going there now.â
âAre you mad?â Ron said in disbelief, his eyes followed the back of Harry. âNo!â He said, desperation visible in his voice, âYou canât give yourself up to him.â
Ronâs words made Harry stop on his tracks. He looked down to the flights of staircases before him; exhaustion evident on his face. Upon looking at Harryâs back stiff, Hermione asked, âWhat is it, Harry? What is it that you know?â
Harry slowly turned around, looking at Hermione, his eyes silently begging her to give him a rest. â⌠Thereâs a reason I can hear them. The Horcruxes.â
He watched Hermioneâs face dawned upon realization, âI think Iâve known for a while, and I think you have too.â
Hermione frowned, tears started to well up in her eyes, she didnât want to lose another best friend, yet she knew, she had no choice. âIâll go with you,â âNo, kill the snake.â Harry was quick to object.
âKill the snake and then itâs just him.â He said, watching Hermione silently cried.
She quickly came forward and embraced Harry into a hug, crying on his shoulders as she did. Harry hugged her back just as tight, he needed it. No one hugged him when he was crying at the Great Hall, everyone was fairly shaken at your loss. Harry connected eyes with Ron, who was silently protesting him on going to the forest alone, even if he knew nothing is stopping Harry now.
Harry pulled away, took one last look at Hermione before turning away, and walked down the stairs to the forest. During his way to the Forbidden Forest, nothing but you clouded his mind.
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âHeads up!â Harry heard someone shouted behind him and felt a body jumping on him, he oof-ed as he quickly grabbed the personâs legs, feeling their arms wrapping around his neck. He tilted his head and laughed as he saw you, giggling tremendously.
âHello to you too, Y/N,â Ron said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Harry and Ron were walking in the hallways to their next class when you had spotted them from afar. Being the ball of energy you are, you hopped on Harryâs back to surprise him. He was definitely surprised, pleasantly even. âGood morning, Ronny!â You chirped as you ruffled the gingerâs hair, receiving a whine of disagreement from the Weasley. They kept on walking, Harry casually giving you a piggyback ride as he walked.
âHello, handsome,â You whispered to his ear and kissed his cheek, making Harry chuckle with a blush on his cheeks, âMorning, love.â
âWhereâs Hermione?â You asked, comfortably resting as Harry carried you, feeling the warmth of his body. Ron glanced at you snuggling on Harryâs shoulders and scoffed, âSheâs at the library, studying as always.â You playfully rolled your eyes, âOh, donât say youâre jealous of us, Ron! Even so, I wouldnât mind you being jealous, we are simply very sweet together, isnât that right, Harry?â
âYeah, Ron, maybe you can give Hermione a piggyback sometimes if you want it so terribly,â Harry remarked as you two laughed, and Ron flushed a deep red with a quiet, âSod off, you two.â
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âHarry?â You said as you knocked on the door, worried. As you heard no response, you opened the door, seeing Harry laying on his bed, distressed. You quietly sighed as you walked closer until he noticed you and instantly groaned.
âIf youâre here just to be mad at me, then Ronâs already doing it for you, Y/N.â He weakly said, feeling absolutely terrible. Just half an hour ago, he was forced to enter the Triwizardâs Tournament because of that stupid Goblet of Fire choking out his name at the last minute. âNo, Iâm not mad at you, Harry- why would I be? Iâm just⌠worried about you.â You said quietly, sitting on the corner of his bed just beside his laying state.
Harry tilted his head to you, pursing his lips, âHow did you get in here?â You shrugged, âThe twins gave a hand if Iâm being honest.â He huffed a small smile, âOf course they did.â
âBut Iâm not here to talk about the twins, Harry. Iâm here to talk about you. Are you okay?â You spoke, slowly laying on his bed horizontally with your legs still touching the ground. Harry watched you lay down on his bed across him, he was also laying on his bed horizontally with his legs touching the ground, but in the opposite direction of you. He felt the position was very intimate and close, but Harry didnât mind.
â⌠I donât know, honestly. I didnât put my name inside that bloody Goblet, and even if I did, I shouldnât have been accepted, for Merlinâs sake, Iâm underage! But Ron here thinks Iâm out there hunting for fame again, which I absolutely do not want in the first place! Believe it or not-â
âI believe you, Harry.â Your soft voice took his ramblings to a halt. As he stared into your eyes, he could see the sincerity in your words, and he suddenly realized how pretty your eyes were.
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You were breath-taking. The whole world that was moving around Harry came to a halt as he watched you walked down the stairs in your beautiful outfit. The mustard yellow resembling the color of a sunflower made your skin glowing and if heâs being honest, he had never seen anyone more stunning in his life.
You were smiling at him, and he had never felt gladder asking you out as his date to the Yule Ball. âHello, Potter.â You said, amused by his bewitched expression. Harry blinked and gave you a baffled smile, âY-You look great, Y/N.â
You shrugged, eyeing his black and white outfit playfully, âNot too bad yourself, Harry.â
He offered you his arm, suddenly remembering what McGonagall taught him a few days prior, âShall we?â You chuckled at the sudden chivalry, and linked your arm with his, âLead the way, kind sir.â
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âNo, Y/N, I wonât let you!â
Harry had pulled you away from the room full of people to talk to you alone. You sighed as you cupped his face, âHarry, darling, my love, we donât have much time. The Order needs me to help you.â He shook his head, adamant with his decision, âYou donât know how many Death Eaters are out there, Y/N. What- What if you get hurt? What if you die, just like Sirius? I-I canât-â
âHarry!â You said loudly, snapping him out of his overthinking rambles. He was looking down, trying hard to control his tears, frowning. âHarry, look at me.â You said softly, he kept his head down.
âLook at me, darling.â You said again, tilting his head so he can see you. His eyes were glassy, he was terrified, and your heart sunk for your lover. He had never wanted all of this attention, yet he had it, and the burden on his shoulders was terribly heavy.
âI am going nowhere. I promise you; I will come home to you safe and sound. I love you, Harry, and I will never, ever leave you.â You pressed word by word slowly, letting him hear every syllable coming out of your mouth. Â You engulfed him in a hug, and Harry quietly cried on your shoulders, holding the back of your head tightly. Your body had always managed to keep him warm, and Harry calmed down soon after.
He pressed a kiss on your forehead, lingering there for a minute, muttering only loud enough for you to hear, âYou better come back to me safely, darling. I love you so much.â
âAnd I will, Harry.â
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âHello, handsome.â Harry turned around to see you with a casual, but still pretty outfit. The lilac color looks amazing on you and he smiled fondly, pecking your lips, âHello, beautiful.â
You smiled brightly at him, âCome on.â He raised his eyebrows at you suddenly pulling him to the dance floor, from a distance, Harry could see Bill and Fleur enjoying their wedding reception, both have a large smile on their faces.
He chuckled at your bright demeanor, âYou know I canât dance, Y/N.â You scrunched your nose and adorably shook your head, âNonsense, everyone can dance.â He let himself be dragged to the dance floor, glancing at his surrounding, his smile widening at the sight of his two best friends dancing with each other, obvious lovestruck expression hits both of their faces.
âRemember the steps, darling?â Your sweet voice made him turn his attention back to you, his heartwarming and his stiff body eases at the sight of you having a good time. You guided his hand to place itself at your waist, and his other hand intertwined to yours lightly.
âI may have forgotten some steps,â Harry warned, and you laughed loudly making Harryâs heart soar to the sky at the sound of your laugh. As you calmed down, you locked eyes with him, your wide smile reduced to a soft one, âNothing I couldnât handle before.â
As you two danced to the slow, elegant beat, Harry had never felt more at peace. With his life constantly on the run, this very moment was worth more than gold to him. âY/N,â he whispered, his eyes never ran away from you.
âYes, Harry?â You replied, a smile still plastered on your face. âI know weâre in a middle of a mess right now, and while it doesnât look like itâs getting any better, I was- uhm- wondering, after all of this, and given the opportunity that we both will still be alive-â âWhich we will,â You interjected, and he huffed a smile, âWhich we will,â He repeated, looking bashful.
âWould you like to marry me?â
He watched you scoff in disbelief, your expression etched shock all over. âOh my goodness, are you literally proposing right now?â You whispered at him, and Harry rolled his eyes playfully, âObviously, if not I wouldnât have said that.â
Harry chuckled at your scoffing again, this time it felt playful. Before you could say anything, Harry continued,  âI know weâre both still young and we literally havenât finished school yet, but I just⌠I canât really see myself marrying anyone else but you. You⌠You light up my life like no other and your hugs are the best and you make me smile whenever you look at me and-â
Harry halted on his ramblings when he realized your eyes were slowly turning glassy. His smile softens and his hand reached to cup your face, âAnd with you by my side, I have nothing else to wish for. I love you, Y/N, even more than you love me.â
You sniffed, leaning on to his calloused hand and pressed a kiss on it, âYouâre not being fair, you know?â
âHow so, darling?â
âYouâre proposing without a ring, you doofus.â You both chuckled, and Harry leaned in kissing you. You kissed back passionately. The kiss was slow and sensual, both of you wanted to savor this moment. And the moment you pulled away; you gave him a beautiful smile.
âAnd even without a ring, I would say yes.â
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Harry had arrived. Already deep inside the forest, his expression was solemn. Harry was numb, he couldnât feel anything, nothing at all.
Nothing, but the hollowing in his stomach whenever he was reminded of you.
He halted on his steps, breathing through his mouth as he looked to his back, the view of almost destroyed Hogwarts was hazy. He looked back to the front, knowing that just a few steps forward, will be Voldemort and his clan, waiting for his arrival.
Harry was reminded of the Snitch inside his pocket, and so he fished it out and watched as the golden carving on the Snitch magically appeared.
âI Open at the Closeâ
Harry held out a breath, now understanding the riddle completely. In his mind were flashes of his memories with you, with Ron and Hermione, with the Weasleys, with his family.
And so, with a somehow light heart, Harry said, âIâm ready to die.â
âIf it means thatâs what it takes to see you again, then Iâm ready, my love.â Sang his heart quietly. Harry slowly placed the snitch on his lips, closing his eyes as he felt the cold surface touched his skin. As he inched away, the Snitch opens slowly one layer, then two layers, revealing a small diamond-shaped stone.
The small stone was hanging around the air, levitating itself. Harry recognized it; he hadnât realized he had his breath paused.
âThe Resurrection Stone.â He whispered under his breath as he slowly put his open palm under the floating object. He grasped it, and instantly closing his eyes, his mind was fast to imagine several people without him realizing it.
And when he opened his eyes, there they were.
James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus.
Lily was right in front of him. As soon as she reached her arm out, Harry walked closer to her, with his own arm reaching out, desperate to touch his mother he hadnât seen for many years.
When his own hand went through hers, Harry felt his heart crack for the nth time of the day.
âYouâve been so brave, sweetheart,â Lilyâs melodic voice traveled to his ears, and Harry had never realized how much he missed her until he heard her voice. âWhy are you here?â He asked, feeling breathless.
âAll of you.â Harry turned to his father, James for a moment before turning back to Lily, whose gentle smile never left her lips, âWe never left.â
Harry found himself nodding, gulping at the sudden new emotions he had never thought he would feel again once he had seen you at the Hall. His eyes darted to Sirius; his godfather he had tragically lost, and with a shaky voice Harry asked, âDoes it⌠Does it hurt?â
âDying?â
Siriusâs face was calm. With a casual voice, Harryâs godfather replied with a whisper, âQuicker than falling asleep.â
âYouâre nearly there, son,â James voiced out, making Harry turn to him.
âIâm sorry. I never wanted any of you to die for me.â Harry spoke heavily, his heart heavy; drenched with overbearing guilt.
âAnd Remus, your son-â Harryâs words were cut off by the former professor, âOthers will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, heâll understand.â Remusâ comforting voice was somber in Harryâs ears. Having nothing to say, Harry turned his attention back to his dear mother, whose smile never left.
And he turned to his father, âYouâll stay with me?â
James looked endearingly to his grown-up son, his smile gently etched on his lips, âUntil the end.â
âAnd he wonât be able to see you?â Harry asked again, the desperate tone in his voice were visible.
âNo,â Sirius said, âWeâre here, you see,â His hand ghostly reached to Harryâs left chest; his heart. And Harry remembered his words a few years ago, âThe ones that love us never really leave us.â
Harry gulped, there was a question itching at the back of his throat. As if knowing what he meant, Lily voiced out, âYouâll see them soon, Harry.â
His head whipped to her, his heartbeat quickening at the mention of you, âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Where is Y/N? Why arenât they here?â
âSoon, Harry, soon,â Sirius said, and Harry calmed down. He was aching to see you, even if it was his imagination of you and he couldnât touch you. He heaved a deep breath, âStay close to me.â
âAlways.â
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âHarry Potter,â Harry heard the voice of Voldemort saying his name. He had come forward to Voldemort and his clan of Death Eaters, not forgetting to glance at a disheveled Hagrid, who was heartbroken to see the boy he once saved from the Dursleys six years ago had shown up.
âThe Boy Who Lived⌠Come to die.â
Harry was silent, he knew he had no choice as of this moment. The giant snake, Nagini had slithered closer to its master. And Harry watched as Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, aiming at him, and the boy closed his eyes. His lips curled into a little smile, for the last image he saw as he closed his eyes⌠was you. Smiling.
And with the shout of an Unforgivable Curse recited, coming along with it were glowing colors of green, everything was white.
And Sirius was right.
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Harry woke up breathing heavily. His first vision was a white ceiling. He quickly stood up and looked at his surroundings.
Everything was white. Everything looks clean and⌠bright.
Harry turned to his back, suddenly noticing a bench a few steps away from him. It was white and there was something beneath it and-
There was something beneath it.
Without much thinking, Harry walked closer to the creature, his mind running a million questions that had yet to be answered. Harry couldnât quite see what the creature was, so he crouched down to see and when he did, he flinched away rather quickly.
There, under the bench, was a small human-like creature, hugging itself as if it was shivering from the cold. Itâs almost like seeing a small skeleton with just skin, no meat at all, and Harry was baffled as he recognized who the creature resembled like.
Voldemort.
âYou canât help, HarryâŚâ
Harry instantly looked up at the sudden voice. His mouth gaped open at the sight of Professor Dumbledore walking closer to him. â⌠You wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.â Dumbledore said, a small prideful smile on his lips.
For a moment, Harry was astonished. He had seen this very man before him, get thrown off the Astronomy Tower by none other than Snape himself, and now heâs here, standing before him.
âLet us walk,â Dumbledore said, turning his back to Harry and started walking. Instinctively, Harry followed him with so many questions itching on his throat. He walked as he tilted his head to the bench with the questionable creature underneath. Â âProfessor, what is that?â He asked, his eyes trained on the creature. Dumbledore turned back too, only to reply, âSomething beyond either of our help. A part of Voldemort sent here to die.â
âAnd exactly where are we?â Harry asked again, and they continued walking. âI was gonna ask you that,â Dumbledore nonchalantly said as he continued, âWhere would you say where we are?â
Harry looked around, âWell, it looks like Kingâs Cross station. Only cleaner,â He paused, âSo much cleaner it has no color,â he thought. â⌠And without all the trains.â
âKingâs Cross, is that right?â Dumbledore chimed, âThis is, as they say, your party.â
âI expect you now realize that you and Voldemort,â Harry looked up to the tall man, âHave been connected to something other than fate. Since that night at Godricâs Hollow all those years ago.â Dumbledore said solemnly.
â⌠So itâs true then, sir.â
âA part of him lives within me, doesnât it?â Harry questioned, and Dumbledore chuckled, âDid.â
âItâs been just destroyed many moments ago by none other than Voldemort himself. You,â Dumbledore paused, looking at the 17-year-old beside him, âWere the Horcrux he never meant to make, Harry.â
As they walked, they came across another bench and Dumbledore decided to sit on it, and Harry followed suit.
âI have to go back, havenât I?â Harry asked, and Dumbledore quickly replied, âOh, thatâs up to you.â
âIâve a choice?â âOh yeah!â The old man chirped, looking around, âWeâre in Kingâs Cross, you say?â
âI think if so decide, youâll be able to board a train.â
âAnd where will it take me?â Harry asked again. Dumbledore only chuckles, he turned to look at the young boy before him, âOn.â
Dumbledore stood up and began to walk away. Harry was baffled, âProfessor!â
The man turned around, âYes?â âWhere are you going?â He said, and Dumbledore chuckled yet again, âMy time with you is over, boy. That lovely fellow wants to talk to you now. Very impatient, they were.â
Dumbledore nodded to something behind him, and Harry had never turned around so quickly. He was breathless, he had never thought he would feel his heartbeat increasing again, but it did.
Because it was you.
You were wearing a simple white outfit, if anything it was the simplest outfit he had seen you in. But you managed to look ethereal to him, never less resembling an angel from the Heaven itself. If so, more beautiful than an angel.
âMissed me, Potter?â You said with a bright smile. Harry couldnât say anything, he was dumbfounded and he couldnât even utter a word.
So he engulfed you in a hug tightly.
âOof! Now thatâs a bit sudden, isnât it?â You teased, chuckling at your boyfriend hugging the life out of you. Well, if you had any more to spend anyway. Regardless of the tease, you hugged him back just as tight. Just when you hugged him back, Harryâs knees turned weak and you slowly guided him down to sit on the floor, still hugging the boy you love with all your heart.
Just then, Harry who had been quiet for a moment broke a sob.
You etched a sad smile on your lips, caressing the back of his head the way he liked it, â⌠I shook you too much, didnât I?â
Harry couldnât say anything, he dug his face into the crook of your neck, crying loudly without any embarrassment now, âIâm- Iâm sorry, Y/N⌠This-This is all my fault you shouldnât- you shouldnât have to-â
âHey, hey⌠â You cooed, softly pulling away from him so you could wipe away his tears. âShh⌠Stop blaming yourself, darling. Itâs a war, and a war isnât your fault, Harry.â You softly said, reaching in to kiss both of his eyes.
âIâm so tired, Y/N⌠Iâm so tiredâŚâ Harry whimpered, more tears rolling down like a broken dam. He had lost you a few hours ago, but he felt like he had lost you for years.
âLet-Let me stay with you, Y/N, pleaseâŚâ Harry softly begged, his face was cupped with your hands. You felt your heartbreak at the vulnerability he shown you. While it wasnât the first time Harry had been vulnerable in front of you, this time it was completely different.
âWhile that isnât such a bad offer, the war isnât over, Harry. If thereâs anyone who could kill Voldemort, then itâs you, darling.â Despite your tries on convincing him, Harry shook his head, âI donât want to be the Chosen One anymore! Iâm so tired⌠of everything⌠I lost my parents, I lost Sirius and now I lost you! I have no one else to live for, Y/NâŚâ
He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, and you two sat there quietly, your fingers playing softly with his neat brown locks.
You shook your head, âYou know thatâs not true, Harry. Ron and Hermione are still out there, waiting for you. Fred and George too, once theyâve stopped crying over me, that is,â You chuckled, and Harry felt his lips curled up a bit, his eyes slowly closing at the sound of your voice gently lullabying him to sleep.
âAnd Molly and Arthur⌠And Ginny, and you know, the rest of Hogwarts.â Harry softly kissed your neck, snuggling a bit further into your neck, your head gently leaning on his, âBut Iâve got nothing to kill him with⌠Voldemort has the Elder Wand⌠and the snake is still alive.â He softly said, his urge to cry had lessened as he found warmth and comfort being with you, as always.
It pained him a bit that, this could be the last time he could feel you.
âYou saw Professor Dumbledore just now, right?â You felt him nod and you smiled, âWell, he told me this before we went to meet you, just in case youâre feeling helpless. Which you are,â You both chuckled.
âHelp will always be given at Hogwarts, to those who deserve it. And he saidâŚâ You trailed off, noticing Harryâs breaths got gentler and his head felt heavy on your crook of neck. You smiled sadly, kissing his forehead softly, lingering there for a while to cherish the moment.
âAnd he said what..?â Harry asked slowly, his eyes slowly felt heavy, your heartbeat was gentle, and he felt so calm. He smiled softly at the feeling of your lips on his forehead, âAnd he said⌠Do not pity the dead. Pity the living⌠And above all, all those who live without love.â You finished, your voice was slowly volumed down to a whisper.
âY/NâŚâ Harry mumbled with his eyes closed, feeling his consciousness slowly slipping away, âIs this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?â
You chuckled at his question, âWhy, of course, itâs happening inside your head, HarryâŚâ  You trailed off, feeling that your short time with Harry is about to end by the looks of him slowly slipping into sleep, âWhy should that mean, that itâs not real?â
Harry was asleep now, and right before he went unconscious, his ears heard the last words you said to him, âIn another life, I would be your love, Harry. Weâd keep all our promises, and itâll only be us against the worldâŚâ
âI love you, always and forever, my darling.â
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The rest came out as a blur. Harry had killed Voldemort, with the help from Neville who slashed the giant snake with the sword of Gryffindor, and the war was finally⌠over.
While Harry was glad that the war was over, he couldnât feel happy. He still lost you. He had lost a lot of people, and sometimes Harry wondered if their deaths were even worth it.
Two weeks after the Second Wizarding War had ended, was your funeral. Everyone was there, the professors, your friends, your family, even some house elves to pay their respects. Harry was- unfortunately- in charge of doing a speech at your funeral, and he despised it, even when he felt the need to do so, nevertheless.
There he was, standing on a podium, looking to the crowd who had come for you. âHello everyone, thank you so much for coming today.â He started, the nervousness inside of him was astounding.
âAs you all know, Y/N and I have a very special relationship. Almost everyone in Hogwarts knows how close we were, platonically and romantically. Y/N was my best friend, my lover, and I could bravely say, the one who I could see spending the rest of my life with.â
Sad smiles spread across the room, and Harry couldnât help but etch a sad smile to himself.
âY/N died saving lives and defeating the bad, and the fact that they did it with no hesitation speaks volumes of their personality. Y/N was brave, kind-hearted, humorous, and humble. They were fierce, and they knew when to stand up for whatâs right and say what was wrong. Y/N was simply⌠amazing.â
Hermione was already crying on Ronâs shoulder and Fred was looking down guiltily. Harry sighed quietly, he had told Fred it was none of his fault that Y/N died, but he still blamed himself for it.
âAnd being the amazing person they are, they wouldnât want us to blame ourselves. They wouldnât want us to feel bad for them, they would want us to smile whenever we remember our moments with them.â Harry said, trying to calm himself down as he felt a lump on his throat starting to grow.
âI remember a quote from my late godfather, Sirius Black, a few years ago. He said,â Harry paused, clearing his throat to ease the dull aching in his heart.
âThe ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find themâŚâ Harry brought his hand to his heart, smiling with glassy eyes, âIn here.â
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It was hard.
It was hard to live without you.
He would wake up screaming during the middle of the night, the memories of him finding you in the Great Hall had rewinded inside his dreams every single night. While staying together with the Weasleys at the Burrow helped him a lot with his recovery, the nightmares had become so constant that Ron had to cast a âMuffliatoâ charm to their shared bedroom every night to not disturb anyone else.
And being the great friend he is, Ron would always wake up and comfort Harry, lending him his shoulder when Harry needed to cry. He would accompany Harry to the kitchen, to get a mug of warm tea and talk about the dream, or in some days, just sit together quietly at the patio, watching the sun rises as it does every day.
Every morning as Molly walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she wouldnât forget to see Harry and Ron already being there, talking to each other quietly. And she wouldnât forget to kiss their heads along with a motherly âGood Morningâ each time before she started. They would accompany her while she cooks, sometimes Harry would lend her a hand to make himself busy.
A few weeks into their routine, Fred slowly joins them in.
The first time Molly walked down and expected two heads already in the kitchen but came to see three, Molly had engulfed Fred in a tight hug as she cried on his chest. She kissed his cheeks repeatedly afterward, receiving a playful groan from Fred and chuckles from her two other sons.
A day at the Burrow was never dull. There was always something to do. Cleaning the house, de-gnoming the garden, feeding the pigs and cows, cleaning the barn, watering the flowers, fixing the leaking ceilings, and Harryâs favorite, playing Quidditch at the front yard.
Sometimes he would join the twins and Ginny, sometimes he would sit back and watch the game, and sometimes he would just stay in his room, watching the game from the window.
When those days came, he would spend the entire time reliving his memories with you. Harry could remember the first few weeks when he stayed at the Burrow; he went into a panic attack when he realized he had forgotten some of his memories with you. He felt like he couldnât breathe then, he felt his chest constricting his lungs. Molly had to brew him a heavy calming potion to stop him from wailing your name with tears strolling down his face.
Ever since that incident, Harry had kept every single memory he had with you into tubes, his memories forming into glowing blue strings with the help of his wand. He had the tubes labeled, every single one of them.
âY/N riding a broom at First Yearâ
âFirst Hogsmeade Dateâ
âYule Ballâ
âChristmas at the Burrowâ
âFirst Kissâ
âOur Last Hugâ
Harry had thought the action was too much, but he couldnât help it. Even if his lips were smiling and his eyes were crinkling in laughter, he found himself missing you at every second. The Weasleys had become his family for years at this point, and the Burrow had become his home.
But somehow, only you and he knew your true homes are each other.
During Christmas, Andromeda Tonks would come by with little Teddy, Harryâs godson. While Andromeda would spend time with Arthur and Molly, Harry would spend as much time as he could with Teddy. He finds himself and Teddy to be very similar, losing their parents at a young age.
And Harry had sworn to himself not to let Teddy relive the life he once had before Hogwarts. In some way, he had seen Teddy as your honorary replacement. While nothing could ever replace you in his life; he had sworn the first and last person heâd propose to be you, Teddy filled his heart like no other.
Before he knew it, Harry had reached his 20s. He had grown significantly better from mourning you every second to smiling gently whenever your name was mentioned. He moved away from the Burrow, purchasing a cottage at Godricâs Hollow with the money he was inherited, with Ron as his housemate.
âUncle Harry! Wake up, wake up, wake up!â Harry groaned as a tiny body jumped on his bed, disrupting his sleep. He sleepily looked at the alarm clock, groaning once again at the little child he had agreed to stay with him over the summer, âTeddy, itâs 8 am, let Uncle Harry sleepâŚâ
He heard the five-year-old whine in disagreement, âBut Uncle Harry! You promised me we could go to Uncle Fred and Uncle Georgeâs shop today!â Harry oof-ed as Teddy jumped on his body, sprawling on him, the littleâs tousled hair glowed bright ginger.
Harry couldnât help but chuckle, hugging the child on his chest playfully, âWhat I promised was weâll go to the shop after we visited St. Mungos to visit Uncle Fredâs new-born baby, Teddy.â
The boy pouted, âThe same thing⌠Ooh! Can we have pancakes?â Teddy was fast to change the subject, and Harry laughed in amusement. He sat up, still hugging the little boy, and kissed him on the cheek, âAlright, alright. Let me shower first. Wait- Whereâs Uncle Ron?â
âAunt Hermione had come over early to steal him away. She said she wants to have a breakfast date with him.â Teddy said innocently and Harry rolled his eyes, âOf course she did.â
âOh, Uncle Harry?â Teddy chirped, following Harry here and there across the cottage like a baby duck. âYes, Teddy?â Harry replied, drinking from a bottle of water stored in the fridge.
âI tinkled the bed again.â
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âOh Harry, itâs so nice to see you after so long!â Molly gushed and gave him a warm hug as Harry and Teddy arrived in St. Mungos by the Floo Powder. Harry smiled warmly at the woman, âIâve missed you too, Molly.â
Everyone was there, even Ron and Hermione. âReally, Mione? The least you could do is tell me.â Harry chuckled as he came over to hug the girl who laughed slightly. âWell I did, I told Teddy to tell you.â She said, hugging the little boy hello afterward.
George then appeared from the ward, âCome on lads, the babyâs awake now.â
The group walked into the private ward Fred had arranged for his wife. He had met her when she first moved into Diagon Alley, with her flower shop just across the Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes about a year ago. Fred found comfort in her immediately, you could say it was love at first sight for both of them.
In an instant, there were coos and awes spreading across the ward. In Fredâs arm, was a baby bundled up in purple cloth with a beanie on its head, eyes were blinking slowly, and a tiny hand was holding Fredâs index finger. Right beside him, was his wife sitting up on the bed, looking rightfully exhausted.
âOh, Fred, the babyâs lovely!â Fleur gushed as she hugged Fredâs wife hello. The woman was beautiful, black long hair with a striking pair of hazel eyes. If Harry had remembered correctly, her name was Lara.
âIs it a boy or a girl?â Ron asked, and Fred gently smiled, his eyes never left his precious child, âItâs a girl.â
Fred softly removed the beanie from his daughterâs head, and the crowdâs smile widened at the sight of the famous ginger hair. âAt least we know sheâs really a Weasley now,â George joked, and they chuckled.
âUncle Harry, up, up,â Teddy said as he lifted his arms to Harry, and Harry lifted him to let him see. Teddy saw the baby, and her striking orange hair, he giggled and without him knowing, his hair turned to ginger as well.
They laughed again, and Harry playfully gasped, âTeddyâs a Weasley? Oh my,â He said, tickling the childâs belly, and Teddy giggled.
âWanna know what her name is?â Fred asked, and attention went to him again. âHurry up then, donât leave us hanging,â Ginny remarked playfully, expecting Fred to roll his eyes but instead, his smile widened.
âEverybody, please welcome, my daughter; Charlotte Y/N Weasley.â
Harry snapped his eyes from the baby to Fred, and the tall ginger sent him a knowing smile with tear-filled eyes. âFred had wanted to name her Y/N for a while now, he said they saved his life.â Lara softly said, speaking for her husband.
The crowd was quiet until Molly came forward and hugged her son, âI love it,â She whispered, fearing if her voice got any louder, the trembling in it would sound so loud.
âThis way, theyâll be with us, always.â Fred huffed laughter, trying so hard not to cry. Harry had mirrored his expression; tears were starting to fill his eyes. âI feel like Charlotteâs not going to be her name around the house now,â Hermione said, chuckling as she wiped the happy tears away.
Ron snickered, âBet Charlotteâs her middle name now,â And the crowd erupted in laughter. Harry couldnât laugh, his eyes were trained to the new-born whose name is now after you.
âWhat do you think, Harry?â Fred asked, smiling knowingly at the longing expression Harry had.
Harry was feeling a lot of things. It has been more than 3 years since you passed, and he hadnât forgotten you ever since. He had told Teddy fun facts about you ever since the summer started, and he had seen you in his dreams smiling lately. For some reason, he didnât feel sad at all, he was elated at the sight of young Charlotte Y/N in front of him.
Already knowing that sheâs going to grow up as an amazing person, he gave Fred a bright smile as he said,
âSheâs wonderful.â
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I got seven different asks about the College AU so here are some headcanons I have about them! (imagine aiura is in the picture I couldnât find a good one with all of them)
I definitely didnât mean to make this so long but I canât help it I love them all so much<3
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Saiki Kusuo
â marine!!!biology!!!major!!!!!!!!
â doesnât need to study but he still does bc he finds marine life so fascinating
â read all of his textbooks on the first day bc he was so excited eeeek
â always wears his germanium ring in class so he can stay hashtag focused
â him and aiura have to bail toritsuka(didnât go to college) out of jail once a month
â speaking of aiura, she somehow has convinced him to go on a date on five different occasions
â i think after high-school he realised he didnât mind a kind of casual not-relationship with her
â lets her hug him to greet him and sometimes he hugs back bc college boys stare a lot and he is just worried for her okay?
â maybe Iâm just projecting bc I kin aiura
â does not go to parties unless he absolutely has to
â if he does go to a party heâll drink something quietly in a corner, just watching the crowd
â a perv laced Teruhashiâs drink and almost lured her up the stairs so of fucking course Kusuo sprinted to help her, holding her on the way home bc men are drawn to her like bees to honey
â she didnât let him live it down ever
â he rented a studio apartment and keeps it super clean, minimum clutter but enough to look lived in
â cooks amazing food that Nendo smells from upstairs and next thing you know, theyâre all bringing chairs to Kusuoâs apartment and have dinner
â nothing excuses the fact he makes at least eight servings every timeâ
â such a dad to everyone honestly
â usually studies at a library or teleports back home if thereâs a big test
â mrs. saiki was banned from visiting every two days but she still ends up there somehow
â not that he minds bc heâs the biggest mamaâs boy ever
â probably graduates a year early
â doesnât move away even though he got a job at the aquarium at the other side of the city helpâ
Kaidou Shun
â fine arts major you can NOT change my mind
â doesnât do good in theoretical subjects but mans can draw some good bowls of fruit
â wears those stained from the paints t-shirts all the time bc âno theyâre not dirty itâs art!â
â him and aren have small designated spaces in their apartment so they can focus on their hobbies/studying
â his corner at the living room has newspapers on the floor to protect it from the splattering paint, some canvases propped up on the wall and a lot of unfinished projects
â hides all of them when Nendou comes over
â can not cook or clean to save his life
â so he calls his mum to help clean up when Aren is at work
â got over his 8th grader syndrome at some point
â still wears red bandages bc heâs edgy
â volunteers at the neighborhood exhibit centre
â got asked to showcase his own works for a night and hasnât shut up about it since
â goes to yumehara for relationship advice and braids her hair as a thank you
â couples sleepovers with Yumehara and Teruhashi (yes theyâre dating shut up)
â always makes something for Aren at special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries etc)
â at first he went back home every saturday bc he missed his family :(
â Aren helps him get over it though!!!!
Nendou Riki
â got in on a sports scholarship
â we already know he couldnât be accepted in a college otherwise
â in the chiropractic major bc he wants to be one of those athlete doctors
â has failed way too many exams and classes
â Hairo helps him so much though!!!
â the last one in the group to graduate but somehow gets a job first (excluding Saiki)
â him and hairo get up at 5 am for jogging or to hit the gym
â and then he goes and gets noodles bc âif noodles arenât for breakfast why do shops open at 6 am?â
â hasnât stepped foot in class in months
â he gets decent grades after failing the first semester and itâs totally not Saikiâs doing
â he ends up signing up for way too many clubs
â attends all of the meetings and has so many friends through them
â I would be his friend too in college honestly
â a fraternity wanted to get him bc heâs so good at sports
â he declined bc he does not understand how fraternities even work
â is the life of EVERY SINGLE PARTY change my mind you canât
â whatever you do donât imagine nendo surprising his boyfriend with flowers after every practice
â *dies cutely*
Kuboyasu Aren
â SOCIOLOGY MAJOR
â idk I just think he would enjoy Marxâs Capital
â debate club? hell yeah
â gets in philosophical conversations at the school yard for HOURS
â kaidou has to drag him away
â only shops at thrift stores and makes coffee at home bc âcapitalism is not accepted in this householdâ
â rides his motorcycle to college even though he lives five minutes away
â grew his hair out in a mullet again and he looks *chefâs kiss*
â thought he would be moving too fast if he asked Kaidou to rent an apartment together
â aiura convinced him it was fine
â cooks kaidouâs favorite foods every day
â participates in student rallies, human rights protests etc etc
â comes home with bruises and kaidou thinks he looks so hot but still yells at him
â Arenâs favorite place to study is his balcony or at a coffee shop
â always with kaidou! cute boyfriends who do everything together!!
â gets so drunk when they go out
â drunk karaoke with kokomi yes yes yes
Hairo Kineshi
â did someone say Athletic Training?
â does every single sport and is amazing at it
â will cheer for his bf if they have a game at the same time though
â it was his idea to move in together bc âhey weâve been dating for three years now might as wellâ
â volunteers at a nearby elementary as a coach for the kids
â SO GOOD WITH KIDS
â wants to be a P.E. Teacher and heâs going to be great at it
â does everything he can at campus
â helping random clubs, making posters, cleaning up the hallways, helping the cheer squad with their new routine
â dances ballet as a hobby even though heâs so good at it that he could be a professional
â makes everything a competition with Nendo so they never get bored
â once made everyone get up to jog with them and they ended up sleeping on random benches while Hairo and Nendo were halfway across town
â will punch someone if he sees them catcalling a girl
â doesnât drink at all and eats super healthy
â designated driver for the groupâs outings downtown
Aiura Mikoto
â THEATER MAJOR
â is so good at stage acting itâs unreal
â lands the lead role almost every time
â is also an amazing singer so she gets great roles in musicals as well
â doesnât have to get a job bc she gets all her money from doing readings on campus
â gets coffees and pastries from all the coffee shops around campus and sits Kusuo down so he can taste them
â they have a little taste-testing date in his apartment until they decide none of them are as good as the ones at Cafe Mami
â she totally doesnât make him teleport there every morning and he totally doesnât listen to her
â moved in with chiyo bc they wanted a nice place that they couldnât afford on their own
â teruhashi told them to move in with her but they already loved their little place
â aiuraâs bedroom is the most comfortable and cozy room ever
â their apartment is also the hang out spot for the group bc itâs just so homey
â hangs out with her theatre group a lot, especially after class
â they canât compare to her friends though:(
â everyone goes to her when theyâre worried and she loves it bc sheâs the mummy of the group
â she makes everyone coffee and their comfort food before big exams:)
Yumehara Chiyo
â psychology major one thousand percent
â you know how they say that people choose psychology bc they donât know what major they want?
â thatâs exactly what happened except she fell in love with it immediately
â such a good student!!!
â always does her assignments on time and still manages to have a social life
â teruhashi asked her out at the end of their first semester and thatâs the first time chiyo missed a deadline
â practically lives with teruhashi, insisting itâs just to leave aiura alone
â sheâs just IN LOVE OKAY?????
â would want to be a sorority girl at first
â changed her mind when she realized how much shit they all talked
â her and kaidou drink wine and talk about their relationships and studies
â sheâs so sleep deprived itâs unreal
â she doesnât need sleep anymore though
â coffee is her best friend
â makes asks Aiura for readings twice a week
â brings all her psychology friends home and they analyze their textbooks
â once she got the hang of it, she decided to examine Kusuo
â she told him he needs actual medical evaluation
â he almost threw her out the window when she offered some Xanax for his nerves
â chiyo is a neat freak one hundred percent
â hates when Aiura throws everything on the floor, but she loves cleaning
â opens her own office after school
Teruhashi Kokomi
â PRE-MED
â lesbian doctor :)
â just wanted to get away from her perv brother at first
â she always wanted to be a doctor though, preferably a neurosurgeon
â sheâs super duper smart and hates when she gets good grades bc of her good looks:(
â makes it her goal to show her professors that sheâs more than a beautiful girl
â hasnât failed a single exam
â helps everyone with their studies even though sheâs drowning in work
â drops the perfect girl image at college and decides she should try and aim for something normal
â gets invited to every single party
â in a knitting club bc it would get disbanded without one more member
â knits!!!matching!!!sweaters!!!for all of her friends!!!
â asked Chiyopipi out while drunk
â never regretted it though
â her and aren get so drunk when they go out with the group
â itâs honestly unreal how much they can drink before passing out
â has to get carried home
â wakes up after getting drunk and runs to her class before remembering itâs Sunday
â her penthouse has the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise and is all she could ask for in life
â does get lonely so sheâs practically living with Chiyo and Aiura
â once she realized she didnât like boys she made it her goal to get Saiki and Aiura together
â people wonder how she has so much time to play matchmaker and volunteer while sheâs in premed
â does her internship at a hospital
â ends up working there as a neurosurgeon after her Doctorate degree
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