#and the desks were facing each other with nothing inbetween them

[bookwyrminspiration]

I've been "the smart friend" for so long that I never considered I could be more but recently I've been facing the fact that I think I might also be the "full of energy silly friend". not like a jokester but just endearingly earnest, energetic, and child-like in my joy that just has and exudes fun

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[jujutsubabe]

“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

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The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

[sirennx7]

Bad Habits (1)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Tae x Reader (slightly)

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, cold CEO jimin, fuck budies to lovers, love traingle

Word Count: 5k+

Rating: 18+ 

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: cursing, drinking, unprotected sex, annoying Jimin, toxcicity all around

Summary: What happens when you have a habit of seeing someone inbetween your on and off relationship? Especially when that someone also happens to be the boss you despise.

A/N: I started this as a little drabble of an idea I had while listening to Bad Habits, I might make it into a 3 part series. So lmk if you like it and if I should continue.

Part 1:

“You’re breaking up with me?” I stopped screaming for a second through the heated argument. I’m sure he’s not thinking straight since we are just fighting. He doesn’t mean it.

“Y/n all we fucking do is argue.” Tae said, running a hand through his hair, “I just… we can't deal with it anymore. It’s not healthy.”

“You’re breaking up with me…” I said my voice cracking just a bit. I feel like my heart is about to explode and send me into a pile of broken glass on the floor, “2 years… 2 years and you’re just gonna end it like that?”

“What do you want me to do y/n?” He said, putting his hands on his hips and looking away, “You know this was coming eventually, when was the last time we weren’t yelling at each other.”

I couldn’t say anything. My throat was dry, too dry to talk. I had nothing to say either, my mind was blank. I mean how could I process something like this. Everything I have known for 4 years, at least thought I knew, crashing down at my feet. My hands were shaking so much, I couldn’t breathe, and my head was spinning in so many circles I thought I was about to faint.

“Listen, maybe we just need a break from each other.” He turned around to look back at me but his words were fuzzy. All I was thinking about was how the love of my life, someone I had known for 4 years, dated for 2, wasn’t going to be in it any longer, “Who knows maybe sometime in the future-”

“This is why I wanted us to stay as friends…” I said, still not making eye contact as I watched the tears dropping onto the floor, one after the other and I couldn’t stop them, “How am I supposed to live without you in my life?”

I looked up at him. He was sad too. What he was saying was true though. The past few months we have been at each other's throats. It was like every little thing that we did annoyed each other and jealousy got to a point that we always suspected the other of cheating. It didn’t used to be like that though, I know what we could be. I know we could be great together.

“We could be healthy together, we could go back to how it was.” I said trying to reach out for him but he just stepped back and gulped, I could tell his throat was dry too. Not a good sign.

“Y/n… you know we can’t do that.” He said, looking away again.

“You were my best friend.” I said, still trying to understand what was going on.

“You were mine too, but if we keep going like this… we are gonna hate each other.” After a few seconds he walked up to me and had a smile on, it wasn’t a happy smile, it was a broken smile. That’s when I knew he was right about breaking up. We had to. We couldn’t keep destroying each other. It wasn’t right.

“I love you.” I said and I felt hot tears rolling down my cheek.

“I love you too.” He said before kissing my forehead and grabbing his jacket as he headed for the door, “I always will.”

Those were the last words he said before he left my apartment, and left me crying on my floor.

-

Monday

“Miss L/n, you’re late.” I heard as I closed the door to Mr.Park’s office. Gosh this man. I’m late for the first time in 2 years, because I JUST WENT THROUGH A HORRIBLE BREAKUP, not like he would know, and he is already on my fucking case. He’s such a piece of-

“I needed you in the conference this morning and you weren’t there.” I looked up, he had his glasses on looking at some papers on his desk. His face was angled slightly to the side and his jawline could kill. If he wasn’t such an asshole I would even say he's the sexiest person I’ve ever seen. But he’s an asshole.

“So are you gonna tell me why you were late this morning or are you just going to keep-” He looked up from his files, and I guess he could notice something was wrong. I mean concealer and foundation can only do so much to cover a weekend of crying. His face softened for a second, and I thought he was almost going to be a nice person for once but- “gawking at me.”

And he was still an asshole. His normal cold expression back on so fast I think I imagined the whole thing.

“I’m sorry sir, I just woke up late.” I said plastering on the best fake smile I could muster. It wasn’t very good though.

“You didn’t even take the time to come up with a good excuse I see.” He went back to looking at his papers, “Just don’t let it happen again.”

Wow that was easier then I-

“Oh and you're going to have to stay late with me tonight.” He said looking back up again,“I’ll need some help with work and I need to catch you up on what you missed.”

Ugh, staying late with him means for I don’t even know how long. I’ve worked late before if I haven't finished my work, the latest I ever stayed was an hour, and he was still here. Workaholic pain in my-

“You are dismissed, Miss L/n.” He said. I turned around and left towards my desk. Gosh he is such an asshole sometimes.

The whole day working was spent taking out my anger on many emails and documents. I mean seriously, I’m one of his best workers. I finish everything on time and well thought out. I help him with shit that isn’t even my job. I am never late, like today was my first time. I never take sick days, personal days, hell I DON'T EVEN GO ON VACATION! I have always been a workaholic, so I know that my work is good quality too. I have helped all his shitty clubs so much. I mean I don’t even know what his bum ass does cause I feel like I run this shit show. 7 of the top clubs in Seoul and I’m the one that has reviewed all the interior and exterior design. The architecture is literally my baby ok. I worked with both the PR and marketing teams. I’m the one talking to fucking banks, sharehoalders, and legal teams. I’M JUST SUPPOSED TO BE HIS ASSISTANT! I was wondering why he was looking for someone with such academic experience when I applied. I had just gotten out of college with a bachelor's degree in business, and a masters in marketing and public relations. Not to mention the internships at NBC and Boeing. I was looking for my first official job, I wanted to get into clubs, when I found this assistant job. I mean I knew I was overqualified but it gave me work experience in the field I want and I could move up. Oh and did I mention the salary, 90k a year as a starting base for a fucking assistant?! I was like who the fuck is this man. I should have known, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. I’m basically running this fucking company but only get the title assistant. Also, it’s been 2 years and I haven’t been promoted. The little shitbag. To be fair the only reason I haven’t quit is because I’m making 120k now and I’m doing what I love. I would just like some fucking recognition ok. I mean I will also get random giant bonuses, but is it too much to ask for just a little pat on the back, maybe a ‘good job’, or I don’t fucking know, A JOB ON THE MARKETING OR PR TEAM. I don’t want to leave though cause… 120k and a bonus every year. I might quit though because honestly working with him is fucking hel-

“Miss L/n, you’ve been slacking off today.” I hear a male voice say from next to my desk. I break out of my furry and realize I've stapled the papers in my hand around idk, 50 times, “Seems like other things are on your mind.”

“Nope, just really thought these files need extra holding together since they are going to your office.” I said with a fake smile. Right now you might be like ‘dumb bitch you can’t talk to your boss like that’ but I’ve known him long enough now that he doesn’t mind my snide remarks.

“Feisty as always I see.” He says still with a blank expression, “You can come to my office now, I need to give you some things and update you.”

As if I really missed that much.

“Of course sir.” I said pinching myself so I don’t say it with a hiss. I think it still slipped through though, cause he gave me a death glare. God those eyes, they send shivers down my spine.

“Watch your attitude Y/n, don’t think the recent rebellions have been going unnoticed.” He said and turned around heading to his office. I rolled my eyes then followed. As if he was actually going to do something about it, he would be lost without me.

Once I stepped into his office and closed the door I saw him suddenly relax. Oh so we are in Jimin mode now.

“Y/n, Taehyung told me.” He said looking a little concerned, which is surprising.

Oh yeah and did I forget to mention he is best friends with my ex. Riveting. We didn’t realize until my first Christmas with Tae and I went to their friendsmas as they call it. It was my 3rd month working with his company, I started a month before me and Tae became a thing officially. I thought I was gonna be fired but he said as long as we didn’t get too close, he didn’t mind keeping me as his assistant. It was after that I noticed he started getting more rude and cold.

“Ok and?” I said, crossing my arms.

“Well is that why you were late?” He said with a little annoyance in his voice.

“Well no duh sherlock.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You could have just said.” He told me. Still very little emotion in his words.

“I didn’t want to bring drama to the office.” I said putting my arms back down at my side, “Don’t worry Mr.Park I won’t let it affect my work.”

“Jimin right now Y/n, we are out of work.” He said loosening his tie and heading over to his desk to grab something.

“I thought we still had stuff to do.” I said, turning to sit in the chair in the corner of his room.

“I just wanted to talk, don’t worry we are done for the night.” He said shifting stuff on his desk then took a pause to look at me, “Also I don’t know if you have noticed but it’s been 2 hours since the office closed so I think you have worked off your late time by now.”

Oh shit, I hadn’t realized how late it was. I had spent the whole day wrapped up in my emotions because of 1 my anger towards the man currently in front of me and 2 my… breakup.

“Listen, I know we don’t particularly get along,” He started.

“No really.” I said, rolling my eyes, “I thought we were besties Jimin.”

“Oh cut it with the attitude for once.” He said with a very stern voice that shut me up, “I’m trying to be nice here.”

“You don’t have to be.” I said meekly, staring at my fiddling fingers.

“Well I’m trying,” He continued, “I know we haven’t always got along but I know what your relationship with Tae was like… I know how hard ending something like that can be.”

He leaned against his desk with his bag. He stood there for a while like he was thinking about something. This is the first time he has ever been genuinely nice or not avoided the fact we know each other like the plague.

“Anyway, you can let me know if you’re having a hard time, ok.” He said looking back to me, “Even if I don’t show it enough you are the best assistant I’ve ever had.”

Something is off, I don't like this nice side-

“Oh and can you please deal with the new management switch at club 5,” He said before quickly heading to the door and running out.

“JIMINNNNNNN ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!” I fumed and chased him to the elevator.

“I pay you.” He said. He pays me YEAH BECAUSE I WORK! The fuck kinda argument is that.

“I pay you.” I said in a mocking tone, “Yeah dumbass cause I have a job here.”

Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? I don’t curse at him, I’ve never cursed at him. Fuck-

He started inching closer to me and I started backing up against the wall. He wasn’t the tallest man, but still taller than me and that was enough to be super intimidating right now. Honestly, he could be 5 foot and be intimidating with the look he is currently giving me.

“You know, I’m starting to get really sick of your attitude Y/n” He breathed out. Gulp.

“Sorr-”

“I don’t think you are.” He said only inches from my face. I was flush against the wall now. This is not good. Also… AM I REALLY TURNED ON RIGHT NOW!? What the fuck y/n cut it out! “You just parade around this place in your cute little skirts and dresses and give me an attitude all day.”

Wait what-

“God you were even dating my best friend.” He half chuckled, “Loved making a show of it too.”

Ok what the hell is going on right now why is he being so weird. Also why is it so hot. This is very very not good.

Ding

Saved by the bell literally. Thank god.

The elevator finally must have pulled him out of his trance because he backed up instantly, the fire in his eyes completely diminished as he walked in.

“Goodnight Y/n, and don’t be late again.” Was all he said before the doors closed.

Gulp.

I just stood there shaking for a while. That was definitely not supposed to happen. I really do just attract drama don’t I.

-

Friday

It’s been a few days since the incident with Park Jimin, and God, was he being even worse than normal. I didn’t even think that was possible, but leave it to Jimin to become the most obnoxious person on the planet. The workload tenfold and now I understand that he did some shit too I guess cause what the actual fuck. The only benefit is I have so much work I don't have time to think about Tae. Well that was until friday came along and Jimin decided to ease up. Now I’m stuck in my room with my thoughts on a friday night. Yay!

“Y/n come out with me!!” Millie said, barging into my room. I guess you could call her my roommate. I didn’t need one because of my salary but I wanted to live with my best friend and she needs a roommate, “You have been shoving yourself in work for a distraction, now it’s time to use alcohol as one!”

Not a very great argument but I do need a distraction and some fun so… “Fine.”

“But just not c5 cause Jimin is there tonight and there is no fucking way I’m-”

“BUT IT’S THE BEST ONE!” She screamed and grabbed me, c5 was the nickname we gave Jimins 5th club, it was called ‘Lachimolala’, exactly why we gave it a nickname. Anyway it was the favorite of his clubs and also the same one he lived above, meaning he was always there, “Plus you get free drinks, and I may have already told everyone to go there.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“It’s not like you're going to see him! You know he stays on the second level.” She whined.

“Fine.” I said, rolling my eyes and getting up to go get ready, “But you owe me.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” She squealed and ran to her room, “Be ready in 10!”

-

And ohhhh was she going to owe me because tonight was the night Park Jimin decided to be on level 1. I swear he is trying to ruin my life.

“Why are you here?” I hissed after we made eye contact and ultimately couldn’t avoid my boss.

“I don’t know if you realized this Y/n but I do own the place.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. Whiskey of course, so I roll my eyes, “And live here.”

“A cosmo please Jerry,” I said, flashing the bartender a real smile, Jerry was great.

“No problem Y/n it’s good to see you!” He said heading over to the other side of the bar to prepare my drink.

“You’re always so nice to everyone.” Jimin started once Jerry left and I faced him again, “Why not me.”

“I’m nice to people who are nice to me.” I said, giving him a grimace.

“You were rude to me first.” He bantered.

“No you were-”

“Here ya go Y/n.” Jerry came back with my drink fast, thank you Jerry.

“Thanks Jer.” I said while taking a sip, “Delicious as always.”

“Best for you doll.” He said before heading over to other customers. Jimin had a death glare at him. Jeez did this man ever let loose. I mean he owns clubs!

“Do you ever let loose?” I said to him after his attention was back on me.

“What, you haven’t heard about my reputation?” He said with an eye roll and scoff before he sipped his drink again. Oh have I heard about his reputation. He was known for being a party animal and well… being very good in bed. He also is known to sleep around… a lot.

“I’ve heard things.” I said while drinking my own drink, “But you never gave me those vibes so I chalked it up to the fact you’re a young, hot, CEO and well… media.”

For a second he just stared at me, almost looking a little confused before he put on the cold face again and sipped his drink.

“Well it was true at one point.” He said before placing down his drink.

“Yeah sure, mister brick wall.” I said, rolling my eyes. I downed the rest of my drink in one go and got a couple shots.

“You should slow down.” Jimin intervened after my 4th vodka shot.

“Listen Mr.Park we aren't at work so you’re not the boss of me right now.” I said, waving a finger in his face.

“Throw me another Jer.” I screamed out to the poor man subject to my Jimin defense for the night.

“Jerry, give me one too.” He called out after me.

“Oh you’re finally not being an asshat.” I said giggling. God was I gonna regret that in the morning.

“No, I'm just too sober to deal with you.” He said but I just giggled taking another shot. Why does Jimin look so hot right now. Also my head is fuzzy hehe.

“Well I’m going to go dance bummer!” I said getting out of my seat, “Have fun in your little nook.”

I left towards the dance floor. I need hot guys to help me forget Tae’s big di- you know what I’m talking about. I got into the mess of people a bit but was still in clear view of Jimin. Maybe I wanted him to see me looking hot…

“Mind if I join you?” I heard a man say from behind me. I turned around to see a very attractive man. He had the brightest smile too.

“Please do.” I said, giving him a little wink before we started dancing.

“The names Hoeseok, but you can call me Hobi.” He said after a few minutes.

“I’m Y/n!” I shouted over the music. We didn’t talk much but oh did our bodies. After a while I matched my body up to his, swaying my hips against his. He was a great dancer probably great in bed. The night moved on a bit and me and Hobi started getting closer and closer, I have had a couple more drinks so everything was feeling so good. I felt his lips starting to hover over my neck and I was itching for-

My thoughts were cut off by a pair of hands dragging me towards a quiet corner on the other end of the club.

“HEY! WHAT THE FU-” I finally realized the puff of blonde hair dragging me was Jimin. The nerve of this man, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW PARK JIMIN I’M JUST TRYING TO HAVE SOME-”

He slammed me up against the wall. The fire eyes from the elevator night are back.

“Why do you always have to tease me like that.” He huffed through his teeth, “For fucks sake Y/n”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I know exactly what he is talking about.

“Oh come on, cut the crap.” He tightened his grip on my wrists, “You stayed at the edge of the dance floor right in front of me!”

“Ok and?!” I screamed back because what else could I say? No, I didn’t want you to see my ass grinding on another dude wishing it was me.

“Like you don’t do this shit all the time!” He huffed back, “Even when you were with him, you came to work in the shortest skirts, always lingering by my desk a little too long, walking back to your office slowly, bending over in front of me all the time.”

Ok maybe I did always like to tease him. I mean he was hot and looked cute when he was flustered. But it’s not like I was ever gonna do anything! I loved Tae, and I didn’t love Jimin… right?

“You’re wrong!!” Deny deny deny.

“OMG Y/N CAN YOU JUST NOT BE FRUSTRATING FOR ONCE IN YOUR GOD DAMN-”

Maybe it was the alcohol and my need for distraction but I threw my lips onto his. They just looked so tasty yelling at me.

He loosened his grip grabbing my neck instead. He kissed me back, harder, hungrier. He moaned at the feeling of our lips finally connected. It was as if we had been waiting to do this for years…

“Fuck look at what you’re doing to me.” He said between kisses. I moaned when he bit down on my lip lightly, giving him the access to my tongue he’s been waiting for. When they touched it was almost as if everything clicked. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate. It never felt this good when Tae kissed me.

“Jimin you taste so good,” I drunkenly mumbled as he moved his kisses to my jaw then neck. I was a moaning mess at this point.

After a while I pulled him back up to my mouth, grabbing his shirt and pulling him deeper into me. I hooked my one leg around his back as I kissed him harder.

“Y/n…” He whined as I started grinding into his area, “We can’t do this.”

“I don’t care.” I said through the kiss. He pulled back.

“You’re drunk, I’m drunk, you just broke up with Taehyung, I’m your boss, and we are in my club.” He said detaching himself from me, “We can’t do this.”

“I don’t care.” I said, pulling him back into me. He didn’t fight, just kissed me back gently.

“Fuck it.” He said before dragging me across the room to the elevator. He started kissing me again once we stopped and he pushed the button. He was such a good kisser. His lips were so soft and full against mine. It felt like being kissed by a cloud.

The elevator finally opened and he pulled me into without breaking the kiss and hit level 5.

“Where are we going?” I breathed out through the rough kissing.

“Where do you think, sweetheart.” He said, I could feel his smirk against my lips, “My room.”

Why was him mentioning bringing me to his room so hot. Like what the hell was wrong with me right now. I don’t really care anymore, he tastes like honey. He smells good too. Really good, I always liked his cologne, but being this close makes it so much better.

We reached the 5th level where we moved out and to the wall next to us. Jimin started to move down my neck again. He found a spot right between the base of my neck and collarbone that made me go feral. I was too drunk to really get a good look at where we were at though. Jimin detached himself for a second to look at the purple mark on my collarbone he just made. He was grinning. Finally he led me over to his bead, stumbling, I fell on to it and he pushed on top of me.

Everything feels so good, like I have been craving this forever and he’s finally satiating my needs.

“Fuck Y/n you’re so pretty.” Jimin mumbled while taking off my dress and bra. I didn’t register the words, too focused on getting his shirt off too. And oh was he a sight for sore eyes. I knew he was fit, but god his body was hot. I trailed my fingers over his torso and chest to his neck, my breathing hitched. We just admired each other's bodies for a while. It was like I was addicted to him and I haven’t even had a taste yet. He attacked my lips once again before heading down my body to my core, leaving little pecks along the way.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this.” He said while kissing my inner thigh. He pulled down my panties and tossed them on the floor. He groaned at the sight of my already dripping wet pussy. It should be embarrassing how wet I am, but I have never felt that way kissing before, “So wet just for me.”

He started with little pecks around my area causing me to whine and search for more friction.

“Jimin please.” I whispered in deeperation, “I need-“

“You need what.” He said after I cut myself off.

“I need you.” I said panting. He smirked before diving into my core, licking a long strip with his tongue from my entrance to my clit. Holy fuck.

“Holy shit Jimin.” I moaned. He continued to lick and such all over my area, making use of his big plush lips. I’ve never felt something so amazing, “You make me feel so good, shit.”

I could feel him smirk into my core as he added more pressure and started teasing one finger into my hole.

“Please please please Jimin.” I whined at the feeling.

“Since you beg so nicely.” He said before not only thrusting in one, but two fingers, eliciting a long moan from me. I started to push my legs together but he growled and spread them apart.

“Jimin, please, need more.” I panted after a while of his ministration. He stopped and climbed back up to my face, pecking me on the lips before fumbling with his pants.

“Are you sure about this Y/n.” He said while grabbing a condom from the bedside table. I put my hand on his stopping him.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I said pulling him back over to me, “I mean if you’re ok-“

“Fuck yeah.” He kissed me and lined up his member at my entrance. He was a lot bigger than I was expecting and it honestly made me a little nervous but that all went away when he started pushing in.

“Holy shit Jimin fuck-“ I said feeling him stretch me out.

“Y/n baby you feel so good.” He moaned with me, slowly inching in, “Let me know if you need me to stop.”

I just nodded and he kept going till he bottomed out. We both stayed there for a second waiting for me to adjust. Finally I nodded my head and he started moving slowly.

“Shit Y/n you feel so much better in real life.” He started panting, I didn’t peg him as the talkative type, “You’re so tight so nice around my dick, like you were made for me fuck.”

I just kept moaning as he was pounding into me, picking up the pace and hitting my g spot with scary accuracy.

“Fuck Jimin, no ones fucked me this good,” I moaned into him when he started hammering into me even harder, “Omg you’re g-gonna make me cum.”

I pulled him into me, kissing him harder. Everything was fuzzy, and the world was spinning, but my body was on fire. I was craving everything he was giving me and more, nothing ever made me feel so full.

“F-fuck I’m cuming,” I screamed when I felt the pressure in my stomach growing before it snapped, “Fuck Jimin, so good, feel so good, shit.”

I mumbled as he helped me ride my high, spilling into me a few moments later, “Holy shit Y/n milking me so good shit.”

After a second of heavy breathing he pulled out and dropped next to me. We sat there breathing heavily for a bit. I guess I must have been really exhausted and still a little drunk because I drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

-

Saturday

I woke up with a blaring headache and a patchy memory from last night. I remember seeing Jimin when we first got in, ew, then talking with him, double ew, dancing. I think the dude’s name was something with an H. Then…

Wait, why is it so dark, and-

This isn’t my room.

No.

Nonononononoooo.

I fucked my boss.

I fucked Tae’s best friend.

I suddenly became painfully aware of the strong arms pulling me into his chest behind me.

Shit what do I do what do I do. I looked over at the bedside table and saw a clock sitting on it.

5:34am.

The sun should be coming up soon. I need to go. I very slowly and carefully pried myself out from his grip making sure to not wake him up.

*snore*

Good he’s still asleep.

I threw on my dress internally cringing at the fact it was on my sweaty body last night. I went back to the living room and grabbed my bag and phone. The room was really open and big, and it had a glass wall that overlooked the city. It was beautiful. I only let myself stare for a second before heading towards the elevator while ordering an uber. Thank god that exists now.

I finally got back to my apartment a little after 6am, got changed and cleaned up, then plopped onto my bed to catch up on sleep. I’ll deal with thoughts in the morning.

Ding Dong. Ding Dong.

*knock knock knock*

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Y/NNNN PLEASE ANSWER!”

Who the fuck is here this early on a saturday.

I got up and headed toward the door.

The light caused my headache from last night to be blaringly obvious but after a few seconds I could see who was behind the door.

Taehyung.

“Y/n can we talk?” He said looking at me sad through the door.

Why the fuck did the universe decide to fuck me over this morning.

“Sure, come in.”

-

Monday

I haven’t spoken to Jimin since Friday night, and to be honest I just want to pretend it never happened. Like he said, we were both drunk and weren’t acting like our normal selves, right?

“Y/n can I see you in my office.” Jimin said first thing in the morning when I got into work. I followed him in and shut the door behind me.

“Can you cancel my 1:45 and I need you to email Frank on the new interior for number 1” He said shifting things over on his desk.

“Ok, anything else?” I said and he looked up at me like he was about to say something but didn’t.

“No, that will be all.” He said looking back at his work.

I went to leave but before I opened the door I stopped, still facing the door I said,

“Tae and I got back together…”

[arc852]

An Unlikely Duo Ch. 1

Summary: Tommy is an orphaned borrower forced to move from the house he grew up in.  

 Wilbur is a foster kid inbetween homes. 

 What happens when they meet?

Warnings: Fear and panic

Word Count: 2936

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 Don’t let the human see you, don’t let the human see you.

 Don’t get caught, don’t get caught. 

 Even at eleven years old, Tommy knew the rules well and just how important they were. His parents hadn’t left him with much when they disappeared several months ago, but they had been smart enough to teach him the rules and the very basics of borrowing.

 Tommy thought he was doing pretty well for himself, all things considered.

 He had managed to travel to the next building over from where he had been with his parents. He hadn’t wanted to leave but the humans of the house had recently gotten a cat and Tommy’s head rang with warnings from his parents. Cats and most other animals were dangerous. It was better for Tommy to leave then try and stay. 

 And so he did. Thankfully it hadn’t taken him long, a day at most to get past the yard and into the next lot. This house was bigger than the rest he had seen and he hadn’t understood why until he noticed the tens of kids running around the place.

 Tommy felt a shiver run through his spine when he saw all the humans running about. He definitely couldn’t stay here. Too much of a chance for him to get caught.

 He needed to move again, unfortunately, but he needed to gather more supplies first. So he went through the vent system, peeking into each room and trying to find one that didn’t have any humans in it. Though the task was proving difficult.

 Finally, he stumbled upon a room that had no human in sight. Tommy grinned and maneuvered through the tunnels in the wall to come out underneath the one bed in the room. He gripped his bag tight, looking around the floor. Despite no humans around, his parents always told him to be on high alert, just in case.

 With the coast clear, Tommy emerged from underneath the bed and looked up at the desk that was in the room. He couldn’t see the contents on it from the floor, but he needed a new paperclip for his hook and that was usually the place they were kept, so that was his best bet. He just needed to find a way up there.

 He noticed the sheet of the bed hanging down towards the floor from the bed. He could go up that way and then get onto the nightstand right by the bed. From there, he could go across the windowsill to the desk. Perfect. Tommy started putting his plan to action, tugging on the sheet to make sure it was secure before climbing up and onto the bed.

 Tommy had never been on a human bed before and it took him a moment to gain his footing on the uneven surface but he eventually evened out and made his way to the nightstand. He stepped back and took a running start, landing somewhat gracefully onto the wooden surface. He was about to hoist himself up on the windowsill when the door to the room clicked. Tommy froze, mind going into a panic as he watched as the door opened, revealing a human boy not too much older than Tommy. Tommy glanced around for a second before diving behind the alarm clock, making himself appear smaller than he already was as he curled up behind it.

 Tommy heard the door shut behind the human and then muffled footsteps before the human all but flopped onto the bed right beside his hiding spot. Part of Tommy wanted to take a peek at the human, but the part of his brain that sounded a lot like his parents told him to stay still. He was going to listen to the latter, he really was, but then a series of sounds took place. Tommy couldn’t quite place them but it almost sounded like something was being shifted about and taken out of something.

 And then music started playing.

 Tommy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t heard much music in his short life. It was dangerous to be loud within the walls of a home and the humans he used to live with weren’t big on playing their music out loud. The only thing he can think of hearing regularly, was the soft voice of his mother singing him to sleep every night.

 This music was different but still nice. There were some parts where it wasn’t so nice but overall, the music was good. Like, actually really good. Tommy wanted to see what was making the music and so, with his curiosity winning out, the borrower peeked out from behind the alarm clock, eyes widening at the...thing the human was holding.

 No, not just holding. Using. The human appeared to be plucking and strumming strings that were attached to the thing. It was strange looking but it made one of the most beautiful sounds Tommy had ever heard.

 Tommy hadn’t even realized he leaned out as far as he had until large brown eyes met his smaller, blue ones.

 The music stopped suddenly and dread started to fill Tommy’s entire being. No, no, no, no. He had broken the one rule his parents had left with him. Don’t let the human see you, don’t get caught. Well, it was a little too late for that now.

 “Whoa…” The quiet exclamation rang loudly in Tommy’s ears and it was just what he needed to snap out of it. He stood and turned to run. Maybe if he could make it to the desk like he had originally planned, there would be some cord or something for him to climb down with.

 Unfortunately for the borrower, he never even made it off the nightstand. 

 “Wait!” The human yelled. The loud noise caused Tommy to falter and he turned his head to look back at the human. A giant hand filled his vision and before Tommy could even react, the hand wrapped around his small frame, stopping him in his tracks and effectively trapping him.

 Tommy gasped at the uncomfortable warmth that surrounded him, at the pressure being applied to his body. It wasn’t enough to hurt but Tommy knew that could change in a second and that thought had his heart pounding.

 Tommy tried struggling within the grip but the fingers didn’t budge, not even to allow his arms free. Instead, he was lifted and brought up to the human’s face. The human’s eyes were full of curiosity and wonder as the two met eyes once more. Tommy couldn’t help but shake at the feeling of being studied. Like he wasn’t a person but simply an interesting trinket the human found.

 “Look at you,” The human spoke, grinning. “You’re so small!” 

 A small whimper escaped Tommy involuntarily and he turned his head away from the giant face. His heart beat so fast that Tommy would be surprised if the human couldn’t feel it. Was this it then? Were all the stories true and this human was going to be the end of him? Tommy could do nothing but wait.

***

 Wilbur’s smile turned to a frown as he noticed the fear overtaking the small being. He hadn’t meant to scare it. Him? Wilbur wasn’t even sure if the being was sapient yet but from the way he was reacting, Wilbur had a pretty good guess.

 “Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Wilbur said, keeping his voice low and hopefully soothing. He saw the small being glance up at him, still shaking like a leaf and with an added touch of disbelief to his already fearful face. Wilbur studied the tiny creature’s features, realizing just how human the thing looked. “What are you?”

 He didn’t get an answer but he did notice the tiny creature starting to hyperventilate from his panic. Worry entered Wilbur’s mind, he didn’t want the little thing to pass out on him. “Seriously, you’re okay. Here, how about I do this?” Wilbur set the little guy down on the bed, hoping that would calm him down. But as soon as Wilbur took his hands away the little guy started running right for the edge. Wilbur’s eyes widened. “Whoa! Wait!”

 Wilbur reached back out and easily grabbed the tiny creature again. This time, however, he was met with more than just a fearful look.

 “Let me go!” The tiny creature screamed, much louder than you would expect of such a small creature. Wilbur froze, eyebrows raised in surprise that the tiny being could actually speak. Though thinking more on it, it made sense with how human the little guy looked. Wilbur’s shocked expression soon turned into slight annoyance.

 “I just did and you tried to run! I already said I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Wilbur responded. He had repeated himself at least three times now, why couldn’t the little guy understand that?

 “And you expect me to believe that, b****! No! Let me go!” The tiny thing continued to yell and frankly, Wilbur was impressed by the sudden courage the little guy seemed to have gained. For someone terrified of being hurt, he had no trouble calling his supposed captor a b****.

 Wilbur’s frown deepened. He really didn’t want to let the little creature go, especially now that he realized he could speak, but he also felt bad for how much he was scaring the little guy. Despite the yelling, Wilbur could feel the little guy shaking in his hand. His heartbeat faster than it should be.

 Wilbur bit his lip, coming up with a compromise that would at least let Wilbur learn something. “Okay, okay, I’ll let you go if you answer three questions. Deal?”

 The little guy paused, thinking it over. He then glared. “How do I know you’ll actually let me go?”

 That was a fair question, Wilbur supposed. He shrugged. “You don’t but it’s better than nothing, right?” Wilbur felt bad but he also wasn’t lying. He would uphold the deal.

 The shaking turned to smaller but still noticeable trembles as the little guy let out a shaky sigh. “...Fine. But I get to pass on questions I don’t want to answer.”

 Wilbur frowned at that. If he allowed that, he would never get any of his questions answered. “You can pass three times.” Wilbur tried compromising.

 “...Fine.” The little guy agreed and Wilbur smiled.

 “Awesome! Okay, so what are you?” Wilbur jumped in immediately. The tiny creature glared at him.

 “Pass.”

 Wilbur felt the little guy tense up in his hand, as if waiting for him to be angry about passing on a question. Wilbur was annoyed, sure, but a deal was a deal and he had a right to not answer it.

 “Fine. Then how about…” Wilbur thought for a moment. “What were you doing in my room?”

 Silence stretched out between them and for a moment, Wilbur thought the little guy would pass on this question too. But then he hesitantly opened his mouth. “I...I needed a paperclip and figured I might be able to find one in here.”

 A paperclip? Wilbur was careful not to say his question out loud, not wanting to waste his second one. Still though, he had to wonder why the little guy needed a paperclip. He thought about it for a little longer. “Do you...do you take things from people often?”

 He watched as the tiny face flushed a slight red. “Only things humans like you won’t miss! Otherwise...n-nevermind.” The little guy looked down. “Yeah, I suppose.”

 That was interesting. So these little guys were scavengers? He probably took food as well and used things like paper clips to make things for themselves. And he didn’t consider himself human. Interesting.

 Wilbur bit his lip when he realized he only had one question left. The little guy seemed to realize this too as he suddenly became impatient, itching to finally get away. “Well? What’s your last question?”

 Wilbur frowned. “Hold your horses child, I’m thinking.”

 He felt the tiny being tense against his hand again. “Wha-I am not a child!”

 Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “You literally are.”

 He was being glared at now and Wilbur couldn’t help but find the little guy’s anger adorable. “So are you!”

 Wilbur waved him off with his free hand. “Eh, details.” He was, in fact, a child but he had a good feeling he was older than the tiny guy by at least a couple of years. As the tiny guy continued to fume, Wilbur thought about what his last question should be. He had to make it count and something that the little guy would hopefully answer.

 “What’s your name?” Was what Wilbur decided on and the shock on the little guy’s face was almost comical. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that kind of question and now Wilbur felt kind of bad for waiting so long to ask.

 “My name? Really? That’s the final question you’re going with?” The little guy asked and Wilbur hummed, nodding. “Oh. Um...it’s...it’s Tommy.” The little guy, Tommy, spoke his name softly before glaring up at Wilbur. “Now let me go. You asked all your questions.”

 He was still scared that Wilbur wouldn’t let him go, if the slight tremble in his words was anything to go by. Wilbur sighed but set Tommy back down on the nightstand. Tommy actually seemed a bit shocked that he was put down at all. “Alright, a deals a deal.” He motioned with his hand that Tommy could go but as Tommy tried to move, Wilbur suddenly stood up. “Oh wait!” The sudden movement and loud noise made Tommy yelp in fear and cower at the sight. 

 Wilbur winced. “Sorry but hold on!” He walked over to his desk and rummaged through his drawers, making a noise of victory as he found what he was looking for. He turned back towards the nightstand and set down the paperclip near where Tommy was standing. The hand coming as close as it did made Tommy back away but when he noticed what was placed down, his eyes widened.

 “You said you came in the room for a paperclip, so…” Wilbur shrugged. “Yeah. Anyway, you can go now. It was nice meeting you.” He paused. “Oh! I’m Wilbur by the way. But yeah, I...I guess I’ll leave now. Give you time to...go wherever.” Wilbur backed up to his door, keeping his eyes on Tommy for as long as he could. He really didn’t want the little guy to leave but he was also a man of his word. Besides, he felt bad for scaring him so much. “Bye.” He said simply before exiting his room, making sure he closed the door behind him.

 Wilbur stood in the hallway for a long moment, thinking about everything that had just happened before finally heading downstairs to get something to eat. Ten minutes should be enough time for Tommy to leave, right?

***

 Tommy was left up on the dresser, the human gone and the paperclip that had gotten him into this mess in the first place sitting only a few inches away from him. The human, Wilbur, he had...he had actually let Tommy go. And not only that but he had given him what he had needed. Hesitantly, Tommy walked over and picked up the paperclip, looking it over.

 ...Tommy had to leave. Now. Before Wilbur changed his mind and came back to capture Tommy again. He shivered at the phantom feeling of fingers wrapped around his body. He had felt so helpless in Wilbur’s grip. His entire life had literally been in Wilbur’s hands and Tommy hated it. 

 Humans had too much power for their own good.

 Tommy did his best to shake off the feeling and shoved the paperclip into his bag. He then quickly took the path he had used to get up on the nightstand in the first place to get back down. Jumping over to the bed and using the overspilling blankets to climb down to the carpet below. He ran underneath the bed and back into the safety of the walls.

 As soon as he was safe, Tommy found himself sliding down against the wall and to the floor, bringing his knees up to his chest and trying to take deep breaths.

 He had been so utterly terrified. He thought for sure he was a goner as soon as his eyes met the human’s. Thought he was a goner when that giant hand wrapped around Tommy’s body like it was nothing, effectively trapping him with no way out. He never wanted to go through something like that again.

 He had wanted to get a few more supplies from the house but after what just happened, he didn’t want to go out into the open again. Not in this house. He had enough to get to the next house over and then he could borrow some more. He just hoped the next place had less humans in it.

 He’d get some rest and leave first thing in the morning. And he could leave this all behind him, forget it ever happened.

 ...He hoped he didn’t have any nightmares tonight.

 Not feeling up to moving, Tommy decided to stay where he was and pulled out a thin blanket from his bag. He wrapped himself up as best as he could before placing his bag down to use as a pillow. He laid there, trying to ignore the faint sounds of footsteps and voices of beings much bigger than himself.

 Eventually, the noises died down and Tommy finally succumbed to sleep.

[gryffindors-weasley]

Finding A Light

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron was left broken in the aftermath of the wizarding war. In an attempt to build a better life, he feels he may have unknowingly met someone who could put those pieces back together.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, grieving, fluff

A/N: Remus is very much alive in this series! This will be more than one part, I hope you enjoy!

Ron Weasley was a man of few words when presented the daunting task of expressing his emotions, preferring to stuff them down and deal with the consequences later. He never outright says what he’s feeling unless it’s pried from him, and in those times it’s usually expressed through anger. He isn’t great with his words either, so it didn’t come as a surprise to Harry and Hermione to see him so closed off after the war had concluded its disastrous rampage.

It was a battle that anyone and everyone involved was more than likely to never forget, the losses and hardships engraved in their minds as a permanent reminder should their memory allow it as they age. Some had come out on the other side more fortunate than others. Some had handled it far better than others. Ron was not one of those people.

His long awaited ambitions on becoming an Auror were rapidly diminished and pushed to the very back of his mind for a good while. He had wanted absolutely nothing to do with magic beyond that very day, thought that maybe if he hadn’t used it, it wouldn’t remind him of his tragedies. That maybe that part of his life would be forgotten in time if he tried hard enough. So, his wand, his robes, his Hogwarts letters and what was left of his sentimental wizarding memorabilia were hastily shoved into a cardboard box, taped shut and stuffed away to collect dust. Out of sight out of mind was his reasoning, though it didn’t quite work out that way.

The loss of his childhood home paired with the devastating loss of one of his older brothers had been a weight too heavy to bear, pressing down on his chest with each day that passed. He nearly lost two of his closest friends amidst the chaos the Dark Lord left in his wake. Such a lifetime of pain and loss was something he never anticipated to experience all by the young age of eighteen, and it left him feeling like a mere shell of the person he once used to be. As if the years of extraordinary magical endeavors prior to that day were completely erased and replaced with utter heartache.

It took him four years to bring himself out of the pit he found himself stuck in and find some semblance of strength, if only for his mother, and he wanted to build a better life for himself. One without so much sorrow written into his story. He wasn’t entirely sure how to go about doing so, knowing a return to a normal life simply wouldn’t be feasible. Not that his life had ever been considered normal per say.

The emotional scars were something that would never go away, he understood that, but he didn’t think he could go another day having the same mundane routine night and day. He felt ready for more.

Now, at the age of twenty-two coming up on twenty-three, he found himself returning to Hogwarts with hopes to become a professor. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when he arrived, sick to his stomach with nerves as he stopped and stood in the middle of the newly constructed stone bridge. His letter crinkled under the pressure of his tightly clenched hand, luggage in the other, eager students curving their stride to avoid running into him. The castle was more grand than he’d remembered it to be, perhaps they’d made it bigger to house more young witches and wizards, perhaps it wasn’t. Either way, against his instincts, he forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat and continue forward before he convinced himself to turn around and apparate home.

He quickly found that things had been kept fairly the same as he roamed the grand halls in curiosity, as similar to the school he’d grown up in as it could be. The wondrous ceiling of enchanted candles in the Great Hall was a detail that briefly gave him watery eyes; the varying hues of reds, oranges and yellows coloring the Gryffindor common room, down to the house flags pridefully ornamenting the new quidditch pitch. He found himself turning to express his awe to Harry or Hermione on more than one occasion, but was only met with the unfamiliar faces of new students. His shoulders would slump as he exhaled a deep sigh.

It had taken him nearly two months to fully adjust to his newfound routine, to come to terms with the memories that flashed in his mind of their own volition. Whether they be good or bad, they had a habit of making themselves known at the worst of times. Over the course of that time period crumpled pieces of parchment had accumulated around the desk in his room, unsent letters to his mother of his wishes to return home. All of which were written hastily in either frustration or tears, or a mixture of the two. And of the ones he had sent, they were promptly returned with enchanted letters vocally telling him with the utmost of love and sternness that he will be staying, he needs this. Those letters kept him going on those days.

Amongst those days and nights it was strange not having his two best friends there, loneliness still having its hold on him.

Remus Lupin had made his return all the more welcome though, himself and McGonagall being two of the only familiar faces that he’d truly connected with. He felt it was an honor to be taken under his wing and trained, he always had been Ron’s favorite instructor of Defense Against The Dark Arts. He’d even go so far as to say he’s the best if he was being honest.

Regardless, despite his own personal conflicts, he was beginning to feel more comfortable residing there than he had ever thought he would. It was as if the nagging rain cloud dumping over his head was starting to dissipate for the time being.

“You did very good today, Ron,” Lupin says once his final class of the day has left, “the teaching of boggarts is never easy I’ll say, and if I recall correctly it wasn’t your favorite lesson.”

Ron chuckles at the thought, pushing his chair in when he stood. “Not particularly. I still have a nightmare or two about that bloody spider.”

Lupin laughs, nodding at the pleasant memory. Things fall quiet for a few moments as Ron moves to sling his bag over his shoulder. “Off you go, Mr. Weasley, enjoy your weekend,” he urges, grabbing Ron’s attention again before he gets too far. “Here’s your weekly report. You’re becoming a fine up and coming professor I’d say. I have no doubt that I will be leaving my classroom in the best possible care.”

Ron nods with a soft laugh, cheeks flushing a pale crimson at the reassurance as he takes the parchment from him, tucking it into his bag to be read later. “Thank you, Professor Lupin, really. It means a lot to hear.”

He smiles appreciatively before making his way across the long classroom, stopping in his tracks. He takes a breath to gather his thoughts before spinning on his heel to face him again, returning to the desk he sat at. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I suppose.”

He offers Ron a smile upon seeing the clear hesitancy written all over his face. Ron gulps, fumbling with the strap of his bag that rested on his shoulder. He could practically see the gears turning in the ginger boy’s head if such a thing existed. “Was it…was it hard coming back here? After the war, I mean.”

Lupin huffs out a soft laugh at the sudden ask of such a deep question, though he can’t say he was surprised. “I was waiting for this question to arise,” he says, lifting a hand to stop Ron from apologizing. “To give a short answer, yes. It took great thought. To give a long answer, one you may not like but I’m sure you already know, there will always be bad days after experiencing such trauma. It is not easy being born into a life where magic is real and not just a trick of the eye. While it can be wonderful it also brings with it a great deal of damage.”

Ron nods as he listens to his words, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Despite all of it, Hogwarts is a place that can be good just as much as it can be bad. You just have to take it in your stride. You’re stronger than you think, Ron. If you really want to be here, I believe it is worth it to try.”

Ron exhales deeply, taking a moment to process his insightful words, a certain wisdom he appreciated. It left him feeling considerably lighter than he had before, like he was a bit more hopeful of a better experience here. “Thank you.”

That’s all he can manage to say.

The blue eyed man in front of him nods. “Go on now, you’ve had a long day, Weasley.”

—

Ron found himself to be rather excited for this weekend. It would be his first time making a trip to Hogsmeade in nearly five years, though he’d been putting it off because the experience wasn’t quite the same when doing it alone. Third years buzzed around him with the excitement of their newfound privileges and independence, bouncing from shop to shop to fully take in all that it had to offer.

He, however, walked at a leisurely pace amongst the students bustling around him, taking a moment to fully appreciate everything he hadn’t seen for so long. Catching details that otherwise went unnoticed like the chipping pink paint on the curved windowsills of Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, and the happy young couples residing inside. The vibrant green moss that formed inbetween the crumbling cracks of the old cobblestone walkways. However, the sight of Zonko’s Joke Shop made his heart lurch in his chest the moment he saw it.

He averted his gaze immediately, swallowing thickly as he tugged at his shirt collar that suddenly felt a little too constricting. It had been Fred and George’s favorite shop to frequent, always buying new things to add to their inventory of pranks. But now that one half of the pair was missing it wasn’t such a fond memory anymore, moreso a taunting one.

The sound of a couple students joyously greeting with a chorus of ‘Hi Mr. Weasley!’ pulled him from his thoughts and he was quick to smile, giving them a half wave as they had already begun to walk away. He let his hand fall back to his side, huffing out a sigh as he continued to walk along the path towards the one place he looked forward to the most, Honeydukes.

The little bell overhead alerted his entrance as he opened the door, the air noticeably sweeter than outside. He found himself smiling as his gaze bounced around the near unchanged shop, any candy you could possibly think of lining almost every brightly painted wall. Though not every single one is a desireable find, he learned that one the hard way. He almost didn’t know where to begin, much like how he felt the first time he ever entered the place, and every time after that for that matter. So he perused the shop, something he’s never done by himself.

His eyes landed on familiar chocolates, and he was quick to grab a box for Hermione because he knows they’re her favorite. Despite such knowledge she still adamantly denies having a sweet tooth to this day. To go along with that, he snags one of the last chocolate frogs for Harry.

It was a fond memory when he thought of it, a tradition they’d had as young students. He’s still got the cards he’d collected from each frog, they were tucked away in that box filled with other things. Maybe when he returned home he’d have the courage to reopen it.

He continues to look around for a bit more, finding himself wishing he had the same sense of enjoyment and innocence as some of the younger students held. For they were fortunate enough to narrowly miss being involved with such negative events. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t looming over his head anymore, to let himself enjoy this very moment. So, he tried his best to clear his mind and bring himself back to his current situation in the middle of an aisle filled with hard candies.

When he had turned the corner of said aisle he collided with something, someone to be more specific, the box clutched in his hands opening on impact and sending the assortment of sweets clattering to the ground with the addition of others. The chocolate frog had fell from its decorative box and hopped out of sight before he could process it.

“I’m so sorry!” A soft voice sounds in front of him, a warm hand enveloping his wrist.

“It’s okay…” Ron trails off when he matches the voice to its owner, blinking slowly as his mouth hangs slightly agape. He found himself staring at the girl, he was quite sure he’d never seen someone so alluring, so captivating. He didn’t know if he could manage to stop gawking. “I-it’s okay.”

His cheeks redden when he realized he’s repeated himself, the fiery heat of embarrassment burning from the very tips of his ears down to his neck, leaving his pale skin flushed. You too came to the realization that you were still gripping his arm, quickly dropping it as you laughed softly to stave off any awkward silence. He averts his eyes momentarily, needing a moment to regain his composure and not make a complete fool of himself in front of the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Though he’s quite sure he already has.

“I told Mr. Flume it shouldn’t be quite so cramped in here, but he never seems to listen,” you laugh, looking at the smattering of sweets scattered around the two of them. Ron was focused less on the mishap and more on the way you smiled brightly at him, knowing his cheeks were undoubtedly the same shade as his hair. “Give me just one moment, please!”

He nods just a little too late as you rush off around another corner and out of sight, leaving him to stand there awkwardly as students in the vicinity stared at the mess sprawled at his feet. Shortly, you indeed did come back, a new box of chocolates and what was now the last chocolate frog in your hands. You thrusted them in his direction with a warm smile, one that made his heart flip in his chest. “Take these, it’s on the house.”

“Oh I couldn’t do that,” Ron rushes.

“Please, it was my mistake. I insist.”

He laughs softly, nodding after a moment. “At least let me help you clean up?”

You nod up at him with a laugh of your own, “deal.”

He tries not to think about the way your fingers brush over his as they pick up chocolates from the checkered floor, tossing them into the nearby trash bin. And he tried not to think about the way you’d had his stomach twisting in knots as if he was a thirteen year old again experiencing his first crush.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He scrambled to think of a response, seemingly forgetting his own name momentarily. It hadn’t gotten any better when you looked up at him politely as if waiting for a response. “I’m Ron…Ron Weasley.”

He could’ve kicked himself for being so awkward, knowing him stumbling over his words couldn’t possibly give off any sort of appeal. He brushed his hands off with a sigh as he stood to his feet. Though you didn’t seem to mind his nerves as you brushed your hands off on your jeans.

“Nice to meet you, Ron. I only wished it were on better circumstances.” The pale blush on your face deepened a shade.

“That’s quite alright,” he says with an airy laugh, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “It was nice meeting you too.”

That same silence took up the absence in conversation again as Ron tried desperately to think of something to say, not quite ready for the interaction to be over. You beat him to it.

“I hope to see you around here again, maybe without the mess,” you say with a soft smile, “and don’t forget your chocolates.”

He was confused for a moment, too caught up in the way your eyes sparkled as they looked at him, or the way your hair fell around your face before following where you’d been pointing. “Oh! Y-yeah…thank you,” He grabbed his sweets in his shaky hands, feeling rather bold suddenly, “I’ll see you around then, Y/n.”

He was sure your words were only friendly, something you probably said often as a kind gesture. Probably not because you actually wanted to see him again. But he let himself think otherwise if only for a moment.

You simply nod, your grin widening a fraction, “bye Ron.”

—

Ron’s lifted spirits did not go unnoticed, not by Mrs. McGonagall who made it a point to bring it up at dinner later that evening. He could tell she picked up on it, could tell by the very way she’d glanced at him frequently. Though he wasn’t sure he was hiding it very well. He pretended not to notice, focusing his gaze on the rows of tables occupied by dozens upon dozens of students seated at them, the hardwood adorned with some of the best food he’s ever eaten. Second only to his mother.

“Is there a particular reason you’re so cheery, Mr. Weasley?” She finally asks, and he sighs at the question.

“Not particularly,” he responds using her wording, glancing at her as a smile pulls at the left corner of his mouth. He watches as she raises a skeptical brow; he knows what’s coming.

“I haven’t seen you smile like that in a number of years, Ronald. I know when you’re lying,” she says with a soft laugh, though she doesn’t pry.

Ron chuckles down at his plate as he shakes his head, pushing his food around as he thought about her. The way she smiled at him, so brightly the corners of her eyes crinkled. It still felt as though those butterflies were still fluttering around in his stomach. He quickly found himself wanting to hear your voice again, or hear your laughter—

“I’ve met a wonderful person today, that’s all,” he blurts, looking to his side.

She gave him a fond yet knowing smile, nodding her head. “I know the look of young love when I see it.”

“I’m not in love, Mrs. McGonagall,” he urges almost immediately, cheeks reddening once more at her preposterous conclusion, “I’ve only just met her today.”

“If you insist, my dear.”

“I do insist.” He tries to be sure of himself despite his inability to get you off his mind, but he hides his smile behind his goblet as he takes a sip.

Later that night he went to bed with something other than sorrow clouding his thoughts, instead feeling rather optimistic about the week ahead. Or maybe it was the plans he’d had at the end of it that had him so eager, time feeling agonizingly slow. It was definitely that. He couldn’t wait to see you next Saturday.

—

[yoshkeii]

𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Nobuyuki Kai, Tsukishima Kei, Shouhei Fukunaga 

࿐ prompt: 3) “You keep staring at me.” 7) “You’re safe now. Breathe.” 9) "Please never do that again."

࿐ type: imagine

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ tw: panic attack (on Kai’s part.)

⌦ slightly suggestive?? on Fukunaga’s part- (its just.. thighs...)

⌦ ‘for the event, could I request an imagine with the dialogue prompts, 7, 9, and 3, with the characters Kai, Tsukishima, and Fukunaga? male pronouns‘

A/N: writing for characters i haven’t yet makes me have to use my brain to be original but its a fun process lmao- also hopefully i portrayed the panic attack for Kai’s part okay. Ive had some personally but they are really hard to explain for me. 

𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎.”

Being the fifth 1st year on the Karasuno team, you really found it hard to fit in and communicate with the others. Adding on with not being in the main set or switched out often. During practice you mainly look different.

Often taking off some piercings you had that would make stuff difficult to play in, often just having the classic small earrings on. Your h/c hair being slightly longer than most boys, often tying it up into a half-up french twist during practice while you left it down during school hours to hide your piercings from attention.

After another rough afternoon of practice, you slumped down against a wall sighing in relief as you shut your eyes. Sweat dripping down your face, “another tough.. practice” you heaved softly to yourself. Sitting there silently you just listened to the idle chatter of the other members and the squeaking of rubber on the hard floor. Flinching at the sudden cheer of your name from Yamaguchi, you opened your eyes to see him with Tsukishima aside of him.

“Hurry up y/n! Tsuki’s gonna leave ya if you don’t!!”

“A-ah shit! M-my bad, Tadashi-” 

Quickly standing up you jogged over towards the two, already having your bag in hand. “Sorry about that..” you sighed, “..today was just really tiring..”

“It’s fine! Today was pretty tough than usual” Yams replied reassuringly.

As you three left practice you walked each other home, it often went like this. You and Yams bickering about your interests and what happened throughout your day, while Tsukishima just listened. Usually butting in with a retort or a salty joke at one of you. But as the distance grew close, Yamaguchi left first home. Tsukishima second. Then leaving you to walk home alone which wasn’t very far from his house luckily. But this time... he’s walking you home first, claiming he wanted to talk a little longer with you, oddly enough to hear.

Agreeing reluctantly, you both walked down the road towards your house.

“You said you wanted to.. talk right?” You looked up at the short-haired blond, head tilting to the side. “..but you’re oddly quiet now! What’s up with that-”

“Nothing in particular idiot.” 

“Is that so Kei?” “You’re so weird sometimes yknow that”

“Same goes to you piercing-boy.”

You stuck your tongue at him, revealing a silver ball on your tongue. How- How has it not caught that sooner? Has it always been there? He just stared intently at it then you, back and forth as you continued to talk about whatever... comeback you had. Was it a comeback? Or were you just talking. He didn’t fucking know at this point. His mind clouded with whatever.. thoughts he had. Before the soft raising of your voice snapped him out of them,

“..Kei! What’s up with you- You just keep staring at me? Are you not feeling well or sumn’??” you questioned, eyes squinting at him.

“N-no.. I’m f-fine..” Tsukishima stuttered.

“Hey!! You stuttered! That’s not the Kei I know-”

“I didn’t stutter- Now shut up dumbass-”

𝙺𝚊𝚒 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎.”

It was finals week. Having less time to relax and have fun, you were here stressing out in your room. Sitting at your desk with a laptop, notebooks, textbooks, everything. You needed to pass. You needed too, this being your last year at Nekoma made it your last stretch.

Letting out a deep sigh as you slammed your head on your desk, the books and paper lightly cushioning the harsh contact. You were so stressed. Overwhelmed. The stabbing thoughts of being a disappointment stabbed your mind, heart, and even soul. You were scared of it. Deciding to get some fresh air, you got up and started to leave your room. As each step was taken, your legs felt like jello. Not solid. Worrying yourself, you grabbed the doorway as you swung the door open. Standing there for moment, everything felt weird... You felt weird.

You didn’t know what was happening. Your mind was too hazy. Clustered with confusing thoughts. 

Collapsing onto the floor, your knees roughly meeting the hardwood floor possibly bruising them. Struggling to regain your breaths from the hyperventilation, you had no luck. Grasping at your shirt for closure. You just kneeled on the floor.

Not noticing the front door opening from down the hall, the sudden bag drop. And the surprising warmth of Kai’s hands met yours and your face. Hot tears dripping down your face as your body continuously changed from hot to cold. Not being able to understand the words slipping out of the vice-captain’s mouth, he quickly took note and engulfed your body into his. Arms securing comfort around your back as he started to massage your scalp.

Releasing your trembling hands from your shirt, you slowly grasped your boyfriend’s jersey. Chin resting on his shoulder as he whispered reassurances and comfort to you, the tears dripping down your face didn’t stop. But you had shortly stop hyperventilating, having uneasy shaky breaths still. Hearing the particular words slip past Kai’s lips, 

“You’re safe now. Breathe. Baby please...”

𝙵𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊 / “𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.”

Having Fukunaga as a boyfriend is really really nice- His personality and yours meshing well together, his presence is really comforting oddly enough. Even if its just him and you sitting in silence together in your shared space or him spitting out jokes he thinks out of the top of his head in any moment- It never fails to make you laugh or feel uncomfortable, and that means the world to him.

But as of now, your flustered expression only made the short-haired male look up at his boyfriend with a dorky expression... inbetween his lover’s thighs. His cheeks slightly squished as he lightly pushed your thighs with his hands that were on the sides. The silly grin on his face only made your face flushed up more, never really thinking Fukunaga would be.. kinda a thigh man.

You were just insecure about them. But he proved you wrong in the most adorable way. His dorky face being squished lightly inbetween them as he giggled softly are your expression.

“My lil’prince is flustered~” he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh, earning a squeak from you.

Fukunaga gazed up at you, his eyes glittering at the cute noise you let out. He kissed you again in the same area, retrieving the same noise but with a few more words.

“S-shou! Stop that!! Y-you I’m pretty ticklish babe-” You angrily muttered, your rosy face making you look soft more than angry.

Without a reply coming from him, he did it again. 

“I s-swear to g o d, S-Shouhei..!! Please never.. do that again..” you muttered, the deepened color of flush on your face signaled it was a lie.

“..not even in be-” before Fukunaga could finish his snarky reply, you shoved a pillow on his face.

“SHOUHEI NO-”

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

@purplesangel​, @kokokatsworld​, +anons

Decided to do a Turtle of Choice x Fem!Reader thing, since I got that “wanna fuck you against the window” thing for ALL OF THE BOYS. Gonna write it as an AU where the turtle of your choice is the boss/CEO of a prestigious and fancy-pantsy place you work at. So, myeah, nice turts in suits 😏👌 (also mutants are a known thing in that AU)

13: Look what you do to me 26: I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it 57: We’re in public you know 59: Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I’m able to stop 64: I love the way you look with my fingers inside you 75: If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god 107: Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then

You had started that assistant job out of pure luck after finding an add for it online. That Hamato company had a good reputation regarding advancements of any kinds; techonogical, financial, you name it. The four turtles who oversaw it were seen as the undeclared rulers of Manhattan, their power and influence overseeing many spheres of New York’s scene. They equally shared the role of CEO amongst them, being brothers and their trust infallible. You had been teamed up with one of them, the three others already with an assistant of their own. And you instantly bonded with your boss. He had that charm and appeal that could only bring you closer to him. His reptilian features sure enhanced his beauty, as well as his power - both physical and financial - only enticed you more.

As the days passed, soon they became weeks, and before you knew it it had already been a couple of months since you were working for him. By that time, you two had that inseparable bond that you had to keep secret when at work, for the sole sake of professionalism. But you sure both had that little game going on that had you on edge at times. It would mostly lead to incredible sex when back at his place, but sometimes the tension rose so much at work, you were both tempted to just hide in a broom closet and go at it...

That one time, you had decided to wear that new business suit which its pencil skirt hugged your bottom half so well. You felt powerful, incredibly beautiful and in control. It’s when you were at that top of the world in your esteem that you truly realized that your mutant boss was truly in the palm of your hand - devoted and enamored to you. From the very start of the day you could feel his gaze following you whenever you’d pass in front of his office door, and you frankly wanted to push it further. After collecting some paperwork meant for him, you made a beeline to his office and gently knocked at the doorframe. You knew he was aware of your presence, but you so definitely wanted to play the game...

“Yes?” he said, his eyes slowly going over you.

“I have some documents that are in need of your signature.... But if you’re too busy, I can come by later. I’ll make sure you’ll get a reminder as I’ll walk across this entry many times.”

He leaned back in his chair a little, some amusement showing on his features.

“I don’t think you’d be able to keep walking around all day with those heels and that nice skirt of yours.”

“Are you sure? Once I start, I don’t think I’m able to stop.”

He gulped. You being so assertive all of sudden just made the gears turn so perfectly...

“Alright. Come in. Close the door,” he said, gesturing you to come forward. “I’ll sign those damn paperwork so I can spare you walking a hundred miles in a thight skirt.”

After closing the door, you placed the pile on his desk, sitting across him - only the furniture separating you both. He took out a pen, shuffling through some pages.

“Okay then where do I si-”

“Pages fourteen, twenty-six, forty, and fifty-two,” you cut.

He paused, only his gaze moving up to you with a small frown. Your smirk brought a small sigh out of him, then proceeding to turn to the first page mentionned. After a quick glance at it, he was starting to grow annoyed.

“Oh I hate it when there’s a billion lines. Which one do I-”

You had already sprung to your feet, coming next to him - real close - and pointing to a couple of lines.

“Here, here, annnnd here.”

At your last ‘here’, you had next moved your hand to gently trail along his forearm, your nails softly going against his scales.

“If you interrupt me one more time- so help me god,” he then said.

“I’m just trying to help, sir,” you added, feigning innocence, your hand still on him.

Good lord, he could smell you and it was amazing. He turned his chair to face you, now making you stand in-between his opened legs.

“Help me? Look what you do to me,” his hand slightly motioned downward.

You noticed the starting buldge in his pants, now feeling pleased.

“We’re in public, you know?” he added.

“The door is closed, sir. Unless someone really wants to bother you, this doesn’t count as public...”

It’s as if you had said the exact magic words he needed to hear. One hand at the small of your back, he brought you closer and you were both instantly locked in a kiss. A part of him wanted to throw everything on his desk off to the ground, but he knew in the end that’d he regret trying to put everything back in order (especially the damn paperwork...). Instead his hands started to venture on your form, a part of his touch getting lower and lower to your core.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he purred inbetween kisses.”But I do wonder how it’d look if I lift it up a little...”

As it was thight around your form, that was no easy task, but the mutant let it seem like it was no big deal as he got to the deed.

“Wanna interrupt me again?” he said. “Wanna tell me what to do next?”

“Will I lose my job if I do so?” you answered with a smirk.

“I’ll give you a promotion,” he smiled too.

You stopped talking, prefering to guide him with actions instead. Moving his hand, you drove him to your underwear only so he could start to tease you. He caught on your need, following suit on his own.  Both your neediness kept translating through your kisses and touches, every steps in your actions gradually - yet rapidly - evolving to a state that had the two of you repeating the same thought over and over again: I need you right now. He slid his hand into your underwear, aiming for your core. His caress was languid and it just felt so right when he slipped a finger in. You were breathing roughly against his scales, your hands taking support against the upper ridge of his shell. You noticed his renewed smile as he gazed down at this initial connection.

“I love the way you look with my finger inside you...”

“Don’t you want more? I want more,” you mewled, your hips instinctively following his rhythm in small circle motions.

He looked back up to you, his lips aiming for one side of your throath and eagerly traveling to your jaw and cheek.

“More... I do,” he murmured against your skin. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

That took you slightly by surprise, although your quick fear died as you remembered that the windows of this building were tinted on the outside - making it impossible for any crowd to see anything. But perhaps he simply wanted to leave a trace of yourself on his side, a phantom trophy for anyone to see, if they had a keen eye. You gasped as he grabbed you easily by your waist, lifting you only to place you against a nearby window. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck, kissing him again and again as you could feel him struggle a little to set himself free.

“You better not leave any marks on my new suit,” you warned, breathing hard from all that action rushing through your veins.

He smiled, amused and delighted: “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”

A loud gasp left you as you felt his cock enter. His churr invaded your ears as he started with a slow pace, nuzzling you. His large hands were holding you up from the bottom of your ass to a part behind your thighs; perfectly in control. You weighed nothing to this mutant, and that was an incredible turn on... As the seconds passed, the need only grew stronger and stronger. Your skin ached to be mostly covered in clothing, but the spontaneity of it all threw your desire through the roof. You could feel your lover going deeper and stronger, the growl in his throath entertwined with his panting, only for you to hear. Your nails were starting to scrape his scales, unable to contain your excitement - unless you’d allow yourself to scream and moan, which was not particularly ideal.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.... and you’re all mine...,” you heard him say.

“Oh, sir,” you mewled, playful and wanting more.

The warmth of him, mixed with the window’s cold, could only bring you on such a high. You almost forgot how to breathe as you could feel him nibble at your skin and your core rubbing oh so great against him.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna- ... Fuck! I’m gonna-”

You had a hard time speaking, everything a blur.

“Do it, love, I wanna feel you tight around my dick.”

That request had you cumming in no time, the turtle slightly slowing his pace only so he could savor each squeeze of your walls around him. But as soon as you began to calm down, he regained his vigor, already so close.

“Cum with me again, I know you can,” he asked lovingly, followed by kisses.

Without hesitation you brought a hand to your clitoris, rubbing to match his pace. As his name escaped your lips over and over again in silent pleas, you felt your second rush wave in, this time accompanied by the familiar sensation of his release. Both your arms were now again resting around his neck, humming in delight as you kept smiling and nuzzling his cheek.

“... I promote you to employee of the month. Goddamn, even employee of the year,” softly laughed the terrapin.

“If that title comes with benefits such as this, I’ll gladly accept,” you added.

As he removed himself and put you back to the ground, you wobbled slightly as you brought your panties back up, then lowering your skirt to its rightful position. .... Walking in high heels today would prove to be quite the challenge. “You good?” quietly asked the mutant, leaving a hand to your elbow in order to sustain you a little.

“Never been better,” you smirked.

As you took some time to properly arrange your hair, the other proceeded to sign the papers still on his desk, after making sure that his attire was rightfully in place. Once everything was done, you crossed eachother’s gaze and couldn’t help the quiet laughter and snickers from leaving you both, knowing you had lost enough time as it is. Opening the door, the terrapin was also at the frame, handing you the documents.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, miss. You are most certainly a valuable asset in this company as your efficacity brings projects to a fast and most optimal motion.”

“Thank you, sir,” you replied, taking the papers and then professionally shaking his hand. “I only aim to bring the best of me in this workplace.”

“And that is always appreciated.”

You could only strut back to your desk afterward, definitely floating high on a cloud.

[phonecallwithsatan]

Letter

a.n.: SURPRISE another new character that does not fit with my profile photo. This is for my very dear friend who enjoys a certain Sarah Paulson. To anyone new reading this, welcome! To those coming back, nice to meet again. 

Reader and Mildred Ratched live a secret life in Lucia, California. All is well, truly, until reader walks in on something she did not expect. Angst central. 3.8k

★

“Go home, baby. Don’t worry about us. It’s fine.” Your partner of three years, almost four, was severely under the weather and looking even paler in the cyan outfit your shared job required as uniform.

You and Mildred were tucked away in a hallway where you could talk in confinement away from all the other patients and staff. You took a hand to her forehead and noticed how warm it was. You slipped the hand to her cheek and held it there, hers going up and holding it softly, sinking her head a bit into your palm.

“Call me a cab. You can take the Ford home.” Mildred heard some footsteps coming from down the hall and she quickly let go of your hand after kissing you ever so lightly as to not smear her red color on your black lipstick. You said goodbye and let go of your partner, walking away first with your white heels clicking on the linoleum floor with every step you took away. You hated these heels with a passion but it was part of the uniform. The black heels you adored were stashed away in the teal Ford you and Mildred shared. 

You smoothed out your dress while you were still walking and did not turn around when you heard Mildred walking after you a few steps behind. You were deeply in love but you still kept the relationship a secret from your coworkers. 

Once you got up to reception you located the phone and dialed the cab number. While it was ringing, you went up to your neck and touched the necklace Mildred gave you for your birthday a few months ago. You fidgeted around with the little heart that hung around your neck with a photo of you two inside of it. 

The attendant picked up after six rings. 

“Hi there, a cab at Lucia State Hospital, please.” You looked up and saw Mildred walk behind the desk by you and you smiled. 

“Alright, I have a driver headed there now.” She ended abruptly. 

You turned with the heels on your shoes to face Mildred.

“They said it would come shortly.” You tried reaching for her hand but she pulled back quickly. You had forgotten that no one knew. 

“Thank you, y/n.” Her quiet voice barely made it over to you and she could tell you were disappointed in the lack of physical touch. Seeing this, she decided to push your necklace back into your collar. Mildred looked to the side almost to pretend to be looking for the cab you had ordered her but you knew she was just checking for people around. 

You were tired of hiding, truly. But there was nothing you could really do. Besides it all, however, you were lucky just to have her. You turned to look at her point of direction and you saw the cab roll-up.

“I’ll see you later, M.” You turned back around and gave her purse over to take home. She opened up her purse and gave you the key for the Ford.

“Do you have money on you?” She nodded and you sent her off, looking over the desk as she walked away with confidence in her step even though she was hiding her own life away from the people she ate lunch next to.

The doors opened and you decided to get back to work. Only six more hours. 

★

Eight o’clock rolled around and you were ready to head home after saying goodbye to all your coworkers. You hadn’t heard from Mildred through a phone call so you decided to surprise her with flowers, just because.

You took the keys out of your purse and you walked to the car. As you reached it, you popped the trunk open and took out your beloved shiny black heels. You sat down in the trunk and slipped the white ones off, throwing them worthlessly and carelessly behind you. You snorted to yourself and decided to leave them there until tomorrow’s shift. You pushed your feet in one by one after closing either clasp on them and you closed the trunk when you were done.

Luckily, you knew how to drive well in heels too.

The engine powered up and you headed for the store that was closest to you and Mildred’s home. You were frequent there since you took the liberty to do most of the shopping for the house.

You loved this store because of its broad selection of arrangements, ranging from daisies to carnations, hydrangeas available any time of year, and iris’ that brightened up your home.

The Ford was parked close and you walked in headed straight to the florals. You were mesmerized by the selection as you ran your hands through some of the flowers, holding your purse close to you and your lips pursed slightly as you made your selection.

“Are we shopping for anyone in specific today, Miss?” You turned and saw the attendant come closer to you.

You heard Mildred’s voice in your head saying that ‘it’s a small town, don’t,’ and you decided to throw a white lie.

“My best friend. She isn’t feeling well.” You watched as the attendant unsubtly scanned your face. Her eyes flickered from your bold lipstick up to your piercing eyes, switching back and forth until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You cleared your throat and she finally responded.

“How about some tulips? White, maybe? Or you might like something… bolder.” You cocked your head to the side at that comment and you took a step closer to the attendant. 

“Maybe you could get me twelve stems of those red roses back there.” You turned a bit and pointed at a bouquet of roses behind the lady. She strained her neck to look and as she did her brows were furrowed. 

She began to walk towards them and she spoke once again. “Best friend, you say? Aren’t these a bit too much?” She took them out of their temporary holding space and you withheld yourself from snapping. 

Her back was still turned towards you as she wrapped them up for you. As she was, you took a twenty out of your wallet. 

As she turned around you noticed her still staring at you in a very unsophisticated manner considering she was a sixty-year-old woman working at a market for four dollars an hour. 

She handed you the roses and you pushed the twenty on the table beside you. “Keep the change, ma’am.” 

You turned slowly enough the see the look on her face and you smiled to yourself as you walked to your car with the roses in hand.  Mildred loved red. 

You placed them on the passenger’s seat and began the short commute home. You fiddled with the radio in the dark and you came home within minutes. As you were pulling into the driveway, you noticed a car you didn’t recognize. Maybe one of the neighbors was having guests over and they had decided to park on your side of the lawn. Strange, you thought.

You switched over from drive to park and you turned the key to the left. Your home was dimly lit, even at 8:30 when you two would normally have dinner or read together. Instead of lit up windows that faced the street you were greeted with two out of the three being dark.

You took the flowers and purse from the seat and you locked the car before opening the door of your home. You yelled out for Mildred who could have been anywhere in the house. A different black pair of kitten heels greeted you at the front door instead. Those were not yours and they definitely did not belong to Mildred.

“Mildred, baby? I’m home!” You yelled once more while kicking lightly at the shoes. Placing your purse down on the kitchen table, you followed the light down the hallway that was peeking out from the crack inbetween door and carpet. 

“M?” This call was quieter. It was surreal and realizing as to what was happening around you. It was barely above a whisper. The roses were still clutched in your hands as you reached for the gold door handle.

There was music playing from a stereo you had bought for the house. It was the first purchase you had made under this roof, and your lover was using it for someone else.

Infront of you laid Mildred and an unknown person in your bed. They were too busy to notice you walk in on their space. It seemed like that was how they prayed, in a shared bed that was no longer.

“Mildred, you deceiving wrench, you-” They turned around and almost like a movie deferred away from each other like two negatives. Her red lipstick was smeared all over the stranger’s face which even trailed down to her body. The sheets barely reached over her and a migraine began to form when you saw red trail down her neck to torso. Your hand flew to your mouth and your hand unconsciously gripped the flowers with a grip that was only familiar when you had to grab a patient.

“Y/n, hold on,” Mildred tried to explain but you moved faster and threw the flowers against the wall. Tears were becoming and you looked at the two that were still somehow entangled. 

The flowers flew apart from their wrapping and landed in different positions on the floor. You were screaming at this point. 

Your own lover. Your partner. Your lady. Your wife, even. This was your best friend, the person who hung up your jackets and the person who read outloud to you when your voice was gone. That same person didn’t even bother to change the sheets.

“You,” reached down and took the locket in your hands before tearing it off and walking over to them. “You, skank,” you shoved the necklace in the stranger’s face from inches away, “get the fuck out.”

She didn’t budge. 

“Now!” You screamed and you heard Mildred yell back. The stranger got up, naked and covered in red. You turned your eyes away.

“Don’t talk to Gwen that way, y/n-” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence because you slapped her. Hard and across the face. So hard that she turned to the right to stare at Gwen.

“I didn’t know Gwen was so close to you, Mildred.” You turned to Miss Gwen and you were almost unable to hold yourself back from attacking her.

“Gwen, get the fuck out before I figure out who’s ring that is.” The ring you were mentioning was on her left hand and was obviously not from Mildred. As much as you hated and despised her soul at the moment, she would never buy a ring like that one.

Gwen was practically sprinting at this point with clothes in hand. Funny enough, she was clinging onto the locket Mildred had given you.

“Y/n, hold on, please-” you interrupted her.

“Can’t you say anything else, M?” You closed your eyes the minute you called her by her nickname. Mildred was up from the bed and was frantic to cover her self up with the white sheets you two had slept and loved in.

You stared at her. You waited for an answer. But nothing came out. Just prolonged staring and smeared lipstick coated your eyes.

You walked up to her once more. You waited and waited, but nothing. She tried reaching for your hand but you repeated your earlier move and hit her once more. 

“Don’t you dare, Mildred. Don’t you dare and try to justify anything you have done.” Your finger was pointed towards her. 

You walked out of the room and slammed he door. You heard it open but you ignored it as you were halfway down the wall.

“Y/n, baby-”

“Do not.” You spoke clearly and commanding. You reached the closet that held some coats and you grabbed a few. You moved down and felt her presence float around you. 

You grabbed your purse and some shoes. You were not staying here tonight.

She grabbed your arm and you turned to look at the cheater who had accompanied your walk.

You two just stared at each other and her grip tightened. You shook your arm to let it loose but she would not budge.

You let your eyebrows relax and you mouth untighten. Her eyes stared deep into yours but you could just tell that there was nothing left between you two. Nothing could repair this. You shook it once more and didn’t break eye contact until she let go.

You slammed the closet door before walking out and you opened the door. Mildred followed.

She was saying something but it’s hard to register when the rage blows through your nose and ears.

You walked over to the car which you two shared and you threw your belongings in the back seat and the hopping in the front. You locked the doors before Mildred could get to you. You watched her through the window as she pleaded for you. You turned the key to the right and put the car in reverse. She ran to the back and held on to the trunk of the car. You could see her in the rear view mirror and she was not giving up without a fight.

Unknowing of what to do, you decided to scare her instead. Still in reverse, you pressed the break and the gas at the same time to rev the engine a bit and create a sound that would startle her. It worked, and she jumped to the side after you did that maneuver. Now that she was gone, you were able to safely back up.

Your tires squealed as you exited the driveway and you watched her sit in silence. The sheets had turned to brown shreds and all you could do is stare in amusement. 

There was nothing left as you continued down the road with your headlights shining bright and your rearview mirror regretfull. 

★

You had been driving all night from Lucia only to end up in a motel somewhere in Nevada.

You had gotten a decent nights, or days, rest and contemplated where you could end up staying for the rest of, well, life at this point. Luckily you had some cousins in Colorado. You were just hopeful that your now borrowed Ford would get you there with no problems. 

The room was alright as far as the hotel clerk would know and you were able to pay and leave.

The blue Ford was waiting for you patiently and it was ready to keep moving. You hopped in and searched for some sunglasses in the glove compartment. You were sort of just digging blindly.

Instead, you found a letter. You took it out and saw your name written on it in the one and only Mildred’s cursive handwriting. Your neatly applied black lips tightened a bit and you closed the glove compartment after successfully finding a pair of cat eye shades.

You spun around the folded letter a bit and you contemplated what to do. It definitley was not placed after yesterdays events, but not before. How long was this sitting here?

You decided to open it besides it all.

Ripping it open, the letter inside read as following:

Y/n,

Four years with you have been passionate, lustful, insightful, glorious, and most of all, beautiful. Maybe it was the eyes, or perhaps the words, but you’ve found a way to tie me down and I wouldn’t leave even if I was forced to. You could shun me, and I would still love you. You could spit, kick, loathe, hit, and run me over, and I would still come back. 

I had always thought that settling down with someone would mean protruding coprimises and mandatory family dinners, but you changed that, y/n. You’ve changed my perception of love and desire. The moment you walked into Lucia, I knew I had to have you.

I understand how difficult it can be to hide what we have but I want to change that. I don’t want to resist holding your hand when we walk past our neighbors and I don’t want to lie and say I’m living with my friend from High School. I promise you this isn’t forever, just temporary. Believe me, I will do everything to change that.

I want to give you this not because I have to, but because I want to. I can’t stand deceiving you so please believe me when I say that these words come from the heart and soul. Understand that, please.

I never knew I could care for someone this much. 

You’re my once in a lifetime; you’re the one, y/n. 

Always with love, yours truly, 

Mildred Ratched.

The inconsistent words made you laugh to yourself. 

You took the paper and crumpled it in your hands. Your windows were already rolled down and you threw it out the passengers side. It rolled around a bit but eventually settled. 

Placing the car in reverse, you backed out of your spot. You took your sunglasses and pushed them up a bit before placing the car in drive and running over the letter.

[taking-over-his-life]

I wanted to be a biker, and my new job gave me a chance Ill never forget

I had just been successful at getting a promotion as a station manager to one of the central logistics hubs. The company had a range of logistics services including parcel delivery by van, specialist delivery by motorbike, and special link to the airport for customs clearance. I was really excited about it as it was only 5 miles from my house, and it was the first opportunity to manage 100 staff that was based at this site.

 My office was on the first floor and had a window that looked out over the main logistics centre, so I could see people coming and going on bikes and in vans.    

 In my first months I spent the time to get to know the management, supervisors and staff, or as many as I could. I spent a bit of time in the staff restaurant with the men and women that work there.

 I took special interest in the motorcycle courier section as I had a general interest in the bikes as well as those who rode them. They were out in all weathers and it showed on their leathers, and faces, well worn and when you got close you could also smell their gear. It took all my will power to keep my hands off them. I watched them in the smoking area in groups, laughing and horsing about with each other. 

 I was stuck up here doing the planning. Damn they seemed so happy so free. I watched as they came in from the rain, and put their drenched leathers over the radiators in the locker room. The smell wafted upstairs upsetting the women in the admin pool. I said I'd sort it, but damn I loved it. 

 I went down so they thought I was dealing. There were two guys in the locker room were in their undies, fuck I nearly came. ‘You ok guys’, I said. ‘Fucking soaking’ one replied, the other kept his head down. ‘Well get dry before you go out’. I said ‘Do we not supply waterproofs’ I said, ‘yes but forgot them’ he said. I walked out with a nose and lung full of that masculine smell. You would often find me down there during the day to get to know the guys.

 After a couple of months it was time for me to check out the night shift.

 There were a number of people I had not met, plus I wanted to see how the shifts worked. I checked in advance, and there was one controller who was at the far side of the complex, two drivers and 1 motorcycle courier who were working that night shift. 

 I arrived at about 1 am, and went straight to my office to do a little bit of work before I introduced myself to those on duty.

 I decided to go in nice and tidy, and wear a suit. After about 30-minutes I went downstairs, and decided to go straight to the control room. There was a guy in it called Dan. He got a bit of a shock that I was there, but I had a good chat with him and asked where the drivers were. 

 Both are out on jobs but they would be back in about 2 or 3 hours. I said I would let him know if I was still here when they got back. I would also let him know when I was leaving. 

 I asked about the courier and he said he would be in the crew room which was under the admin block right at the other side of the complex. There was nothing scheduled for him that night he was just on standby for emergencies.

 I walked over to the crew room. It was about 5-minutes walk from the control room. Dan had to stay in control room to man the phone and the radio so I knew it was only me and the biker on that side of the building

 It will be interesting to meet him. It was about 3 a.m. I had a boner which is normal for me at night, I just somehow had to keep it hidden so a little bit of adjustment and I felt more comfortable.

 It was going to be interesting to see how he reacted when the boss arrived. I was always professional so didn't see it as a major problem for myself 5 minutes conversation and I'll be back upstairs and could have a real good wank.

 I went into to crew room and there was no one there that I could see, so I went around the other side by the kitchen just to see whether he was there there was no one there.  I decided to go out into a corridor and go into the locker room, it's always something I enjoy, as the smell of guys leather boots old clothes damp clothes so erotic. 

 I pushed the door open and to my shock I saw the courier on the bench in between the lockers wearing his off-road boots, leather jeans and a black T-shirt. His Boots were on the back of two seats with his hand on his dick wanking furiously.

 What shocked me is how much he was so into it, he neither heard nor saw me. I stood there getting so excited rubbing my own groin. He opened his eyes and jumped when he saw me. ‘Don't move’ I said really loudly,’keep going you need to release’. 

 He put his hand back on his dick and smiled at me, ‘you want to help’ he said beckoning me over. I did and walked over to him I got down on my knees and moved my head towards his erect dick and swallowed his shaft licking and sucking as I moaned with delight.

 My hands were on his leathered thighs, and I could feel his muscles under the warm leather. His gloved hands came over and pushed my head down so the top of his dick was at the back of my throat, I just moaned with absolute delight.

 I was inbetween his legs tasting his premium smelling his leathers and feeling the warmth of his body through the leather was just incredible.  I looked up at him pulled away from his dick, ‘upstairs’ I said, ‘I'm your new manager’ I said. He gulped and smiled, ‘ok sir’ he said. He stood up and I saw him better, ‘nice’ I said. He grabbed my ass, ‘I'd like a piece of that’. He followed me upstairs and into the admin area. I locked the door.

 That was it. We both let go of every inhibition.  We were all over each other in each others mouths ass nothing was left untouched. He took off his T to reveal a tattooed torso. I licked at those pecs and then enjoyed the days old stink from his pits, licking them clean.

 Off came his boots and socks. My head went straight into the boots pulling his foot stink into my nose and lungs. It was hypnotic, the socks were unbelievable, male hormone leather and foot smell. I decided to pull off his leather jeans. He was wearing thermals underneath. It wasn’t long before I had them off him and against my nose. He followed quickly by stripping me naked,after that it was body against body.

 He was lying on the sofa legs apart when I decided to stand over him and lower my ass onto that huge dick. He held my waist and guided me on. In seconds he was in me. Pushing hard as I bobbed up and down. I knew he was close due to the breathing and clenched my ass muscles, he came floods in side me, grunting and moaning

 I collapsed on top of him and cuddled in. He did the same. 

After 10 mins or so he got up and went to sit at my desk.  ‘Feels good’ he said, ‘how do I look?’

 I smiled at him picked up my briefs, and threw them at him. ‘You need to dress the part,’ I said. I walked over to him put my hand on his balls and said ‘but first let's get this off you’.

 I went to his dick and removed his cock ring, putting it on my own dick and balls, then the silver neck chain over his head and onto mine then his rings. 

 ‘Better dress the part’ he said.  He rushed to pull my briefs over his dick and balls, then the vest. I passed him my shirt trousers, socks, shoes and jacket, and watched him as he dressed. He was so excited.

 ‘How do you feel ‘I said, as he rubbed himself all over,’ just perfect’ he said with a smile on his face. ‘I’m the boss now and I need a biker’s dick in my ass. I want to take it over my desk’.

 I was taken aback but an offer like that can’t be refused. I moved toward him dick erect. I said ‘I’m a biker’, he said ‘put your gear on first’.

 I didn't need to be told twice and so his thermals went on my legs over my butt and encased my dick. The socks were next followed by the leather jeans. I zipped them up, felt them I was so damn horny. Then the trail boots filthy from wear went on went both my feet and got buckled up.

There was only his BO stenched black T which I pulled over my head. I was the biker now.

 ‘So boss’ I said ‘get you ass over here’. He stood up came round the desk and started to kiss me. I spun him around put my hands around his waist and undid his belt, unzipped him and let his pants fall down. I pulled down his briefs and undid my leather jeans manoeuvred my dick through the thermals pushed him face first down onto his desk. His ass was in the air. I slowly pushed my dick head against it and slowly and gradually moved in up to the hilt. I started to pull in and out then faster becoming more violent.

 He moaned in ecstasy. I was so hot I could smell his scent mingling with mine from the T shirt, and suddenly I just burst and cum flowed into his guts as I totally emptied my load. I dropped on top of him. Held him, and pulled out.

 He was just elated as was I. He pulled up the trousers and sat at my desk. 

‘Fucking incredible man I could enjoy this office, being the boss’, he said.,  ‘go get your jacket, helmet, gloves and reflective from the locker room biker man, then come back up and service your boss’ he said.  ‘They are on the bench’.

 ‘Yes boss’ I said, which excited him. I went down to the locker room, loving the feel of his jeans and boots.

 The rest of his gear was there. I pulled on his fleece which stunk of sweat, then the leather jacket. Zipped myself in and attached it to the jeans.  Fuck it felt good. His hi vis tabard and radio were next, and then I pulled his helmet over my head, and then started to pull, on the gloves. 

 Suddenly the door burst open.  I jumped, ‘Where the fuck have you been Dave’ Dan the controller shouted, ‘get the fuck on that bike Dave, I have an urgent pick up’. He gave me a ticket. ‘Get a fucking move on he screamed’.

 I had no choice I grabbed my gloves and headed out to the bike. He believed I was Dave. 

 The keys were in it. I started it up, entered the details into the sat nav pulled on the gloves and rode off

 It was about 4am, freezing cold and the rain was belting down. Ages since it rode a bike but his gear felt so warm and soft on my skin. I rode for 30mins feeling more erotic, and more at home in his gear. I walked in as a courier and picked up a parcel the guy gave me. He gave me an address for delivery. I put it in the satnav and headed off for the delivery. Before I did it I called into control to let Dan know.

 Before I set off, I got a call from the real Dave. ‘Where the fuck are you’ he said. I explained. ‘What do I do’ he said ‘people will arrive in a couple of hours.’ He was shit scared.  ‘Go to my place .car keys in top drawn it’s the BMW outside. I gave him my address. I was due to be off for a few days.

 It was 530 when it delivered the parcel. I was soaked, but it was so damn sexual and the smell from his gear incredible. The leathers were so tight on me must be the rain I thought.

 I reported to control. I was off at 6 so they told me to go home. I was exhausted

 It was two hours to my place. I was soaked the weather was worse. I wondered where he lived. I rang he answered 

 ‘I'm fucking soaked and freezing’ I said in a gruffer voice than normal, must be the cold. , ‘welcome to my life man’ he replied. ‘I’m in old street, where do u live I cant ride 2 hours in this rain’ I said, he replied. ‘Your ten mins away’ ‘Thank heavens, I’ll go to your place and come over to tomorrow’   ‘ok’ he said, he sounded different. 

 ‘Have u been drinking’ I shouted, ‘yep nice place here’ he said’ just be careful in my place’ I retorted ‘Great body’ he said, ‘what’ I responded, I didn’t know what he meant.  I felt the rain coming through on my chest, and my beard was rubbing on my helmet. Beard? I just put the thought away and headed to his place.

  I parked the bike and headed upstairs to the flat. I found the keys in an outside pocket of the soaked leather jacket. I got inside and started to undress. Helmet. Came off my head, I pulled the gloves off finger by finger, as they stuck to me. Totally sodden. The, soaked, jacket, was unzipped, and fell down my shoulders. Then the damp stinking fleece came away from my chest, then my BO covered t-shirt, I was naked on top and cold. I rushed to remove the boots, full of water; my feet were freezing, then my thermals and socks. I left them all n a pile in the hallway and headed to the bedroom. I saw the bed through the darkness and just jumped in.

 ‘Your fucking freezing’, came a shout from a woman. ‘Fuck’ I said. I pulled the duvet over my head and my ring caught in my hair, hair?  I curled up and she came over and wrapped herself around me. ‘Poor bugger’ she said ‘let's warm you up’. I was terrified she would notice I wasn’t Dave, but I felt best to just stay there and be quiet.  I felt her breasts against my back. Fucking hell, what is going to happen when she sees me and realises I'm not Dave. 

 It felt so good as she as she cuddled in. I went to sleep. The next minute, which must have been hours later, as it was daylight, she was sitting on the bed looking at me with a hot drink. I was shocked she accepted me. I took the drink and as I looked at my hands they were different tattooed, ‘fucking hell’ I said to myself. I put down the drink and walked naked to a mirror. I was shocked I was him it was his face his body. I felt his longer hair his beard, he was a hard biker. I could see the tats on my arms and chest, I was him, My dick started to harden as I felt myself. I liked it.

 ‘How, why’. I was stunned. She came and wrapped herself around me. ‘You still as gorgeous’ she said as she pulled me to the bed, pushed me down, and undressed.

 She was on me in seconds working my dick which responded. I felt her breasts and soon I turned her over and was fucking her for dear life.

 This new body responded to her touch feel and smell like nothing I've ever felt it was so erotic.

 I spent the rest of the day sleeping knowing that I had to get myself over to my own house that evening. The more time I spent in this body as Dave the more I liked it and I decided that maybe keeping it for a few extra days wouldn't harm anyone and will allow him a little bit of luxury in my place.

 She dropped off all of my leathers and so I took the opportunity of putting the same on and telling her I was going out for a ride.

 ‘Can I come’ she said. ‘yes babe’ I replied. I was starting to talk like him. Out came a cig and I started to smoke as I pulled on all my gear.  she disappeared to get ready and when she came out she was dressed head-to-toe in tight black leather with stilettos heels. I couldn't believe it she I couldn't believe it she was incredible. I grabbed her around the waist as we walked down to the bike. I was heading out into the country speeding all the way eventually stopping at a small coffee bar next to some Woods.

 We had something to eat and drink all the time she's rubbing her leg on mine under the table I felt it was time we took a walk the wooded area.

 When we got in there she started kiss me. I was a lot taller than her. So I lifted her up my placing my arms under her legs and pulling her upwards against the tree. She was now level with my face. I took my hand and unzipped her leather jeans which had its zip from back to front

 I was kissing her I gradually unzipped my leather jeans my erect dick pushing in her direction till I found her hole. I pounded her against the tree and she enjoyed every second moaning with Delight.

 I came deep inside of her we lay down on the ground and chatted she said that I seemed different. I asked ‘was good or bad?’ ‘very good ‘she said. after that we walked back to the bike and headed back to the flat

 I received a call from Dave. He told me how much you was enjoying his new richer life and would I be prepared to stay in his place for a little longer.

  I immediately said yes as I was quite enjoying the change he started to laugh

 I came to realise that the change was created by exchanging clothes and getting the sweat of the other person on me. I wondered if he had ever done this before. He told me it was a regular event between himself and his girlfriend. I was shocked, he had been her? He told me how erotic it was and how much she liked it. It was only his body that could do it.

  I couldn't believe what I just heard.  That night I asked her if she wanted to change and she said yes.  She loved to have a dick to fuck with again and so she began to gradually undress and I did the same.

 I took out a joint and had a beer in my hand as I sat and watched the show. She slowly and sensually started to undress. The bedroom was dimly lit and she was high. She sat on the floor in front of me and lifted one leg. Resting her stiletto boot on my knee. I moved forward and found the zip near her vagina and started to slowly pull it down to the sole of her boot, he leg slipped out. My nose immediately went into the boot.

 I did the same with the second one putting it to the side. She stood up in front of me as she turned around and asked me to untie the Basque. I did, it fell to the floor.

 My dick was just raging; I stood up and rubbed myself against her. ‘It will soon be yours Dave she said, ‘all yours’ you can then be fucked so hard. She rubbed her leathered hands over her huge ass and crotch. Smiling at me. ‘you want’ yes yes’ I said.

 ‘unzip me’ she said. I put my hand up to her neck and started to pull the zipper down on the one piece. Right down to her privates. I pushed the leather over her shoulders and unzipped the small zips at her wrists and pulled it off her arms it dropped open near her ass. She was wearing a leather bra, which was filled with her ample breasts.

 She sat on the bed, as I pulled the one piece past her ass and off her legs, I knew id be in it soon, and I was as hard as iron seeping precum.

She undid her stockings and rolled them down her legs throwing them as me. I caught them, then the suspender belt came off and now the leather knickers. ‘These are yours now’ she said. I lit any another joint, and keep drinking. ‘I want to be fucked in your body ‘I screamed.

 ‘Get you gear off man, its mine now’ she said ‘OK OK and I hurried to strip down naked. She smacked my dick and said ‘Ill be using that soon’,

 ‘help me off with my bra she said’. I undid the clasp and she pulled the leather bra off. Sit on the bed she said, and from behind me she put my arms through the bra, it rested on my chest too small for me but soon my chest began to change, it got smaller in girth and started to produce women’s breasts, that started to fill the bra. The nipples were so damn sensitive and I moaned as she fastened the clasp.

  She picked up her knickers and passed them to me and I put my leg through them and pull them up over my massive dick. It started to disappear and I became thinner as the knickers started to fall into place on my body. I was in an other world. She stood behind me and put the suspender belt on me, my hips changed to fit them. She then moved to the floor and put a stocking on my left foot which immediately reshaped itself and rolled them up attaching them to the belt. I couldn’t move or do anything it was like a permanent orgasm. She then did the other leg, and I could see I was now becoming her.

 She passed me her one-piece leather she had been wearing it was very tight on her and showed her ass. I put my legs into the leather and pushed my left leg down and it went in really easy because of the nylons.

 I could feel myself getting thinner and smaller and more curvaceous she came up behind me to help me to pull up the leather one piece so it was over my shoulders and I slid my new arms into it.  I then pulled the zip all the way up from my new vagina up past my new huge tits and up to my neck

 she then placed the Basque around my waist and started to lace it so it pulled my waist in making my ass look bigger it felt so so good. the rest was down to me as she was dressing in my gear.  I picked up this stilettos and with the right one I pushed my new foot into it and pulled it right way up to my waist I got hold of the zip and pulled it up.  I did exactly the same with the other leg.

 I picked up her leather jacket and gloves and pulled them on. Was this real, I felt all over my new body, the tight leather, inside was incredible the feelings.  

 I walked over to the mirror and I saw her reflection, not Dave’s I had changed places so what Dave had said was true. I sat down somewhat shocked enjoying the new experience and watching her dress as me and gradually her looks her body her size all changed she was now the new Dave.

 She (or he) wanted to go out on the bike again, this time to be in control to go to the same place and follow through with the same fuck session this afternoon, but she would be in control and I would be the one against the tree.

 I was more than happy to oblige, I wanted to know how it felt.  I followed him down to the bike, the new tight leathers rubbing my sensitive skin. Mt breasts we just so erotic as they moved in the bra and the leather knickers just slid backward and forward with my precum. I sat on the back for the first time and placed my arms around his waist. it was so sensual as I rested my breasts on his back

 What an incredible experience when we got there, he helped me off the bike holding my ass as we went into the woods. It wasn’t easy walking in stilettos so he held me close, This body was reacting. When we got to the tree, he gently rested me against it, kissing me as he rubbed my breasts. I had my leathered hand on his leather dick and gradually unzipped him and pulled it out. I licked his precum from my leather glove as we kissed.  His hands went in-between my legs and held my thighs lifting me off the ground so my vagina was opposite his erect dick, I pulled down my zip and pulled out my new breasts and then pushed the zip right down so it was opened right to my ass.

 the next minute his huge dick found the target, I was in ecstasy waiting for an experience no man has ever had. He started to push and his head slid into me, My head went backwards in ecstasy as he pushed it right up to the hilt. After that he was backward and forward in and out till he shots loads inside of me and I orgasmed.  my first female orgasm.

 The whole experience was incredible; I understand why these two do this regularly. No way was I going to give this up.

We rode home, stripped off, returned to ourselves and got absolutely drunk and drugged.

All this time the real Dave was texting me. I ignored it. He was wondering where I was. Fuck him; I’m not going back to what I was. I’m Dave and I’m not changing back.

[birdwonder]

just thought of the idea of Rohan using his stand on reader and seeing on their page they have a big crush on josuke so Rohan either teases them or helps them get together. i think the idea is cute

|| i am SO sorry this took a while longer than i usually take to write. my holiday has left me without a computer so writing long stories takes forever on a phone but i hope these 3,000 words make up for it :,) its 3am so i doubt i editted properly so ill go through it again tomorrow

Josuke Higashikata | Rohan’s Help / Confession

You and Rohan have been friends for a short time. Less than a year to be honest, and yet you two felt like you were as thick as thieves — an unstoppable duo when it came to your friendship. Both of you complimented each other so well, you being able to improve Rohan’s social skills and how he treated others, and Rohan had been making progress with you to be more confident. A kind yet self-loathing highschool student who is best friends with a prideful and stuck up manga artist, who would have thought?

In the small amount of time you two have known each other, you both have been able to pick on small quirks you had and tell-tale signs of your moods. For example, you were currently leaning on the side of Rohan’s desk as he scribbled away on a piece of paper, desperately trying to figure out a new and inventive pose for his next manga page. Your blank, dull eyes staring into the distance and lack of encouraging comments was all Rohan needed to know that something was up with you. Of course, he wasn’t the best at comfort, not when it’s so early into his progress of becoming a better person, so jumping straight to sympathy and questions was not his go-to plan.

“So, what do you think so far?” Rohan questioned with hope, holding up his sketch book with one hand and gesturing towards it with another, hoping that your thoughts on his work would be at least distracting enough from whatever was plaguing your mind. Unfortunately, you only glanced towards the sheet of stunning, detailed figures and hummed halfheartedly before returning to look at absolutely nothing with your chin pressed into the centre of your palm.

Groaning, the artist tore out the page dramatically to then scrunch it up into a tight paper ball, throwing it into the trash-can beside him in a small fit of annoyance. “Right then,” he burst out abruptly, two hands slamming on his desk and his chair scraping backwards as he got up to emphasis his change in mood, “you’re going to tell me what’s wrong right now because right now I can NOT figure out how to draw this next panel, and I can’t do it when you’re sitting here like a... a...”

“Like a what?” You piped up, one brow quirked up which gave you an atypically fed up expression, one so cold it almost sent shivers down Rohan’s spine.

“Like a killjoy!” He finally said, huffing and puffing his cheeks out. “You’re just sitting there, staring like a corpse and I’m actually trying to talk to you!”

Then, you faltered. Your tightly pressed lips tilted downwards and your brows lowered, returning your expression to it’s well known gentle and kind look, something Rohan had greatly missed the last hour or so. “Oh, I’m sorry Rohan, it’s just, oh never mind.” You mumble your last words, a strange pink tint along your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by the man who valued every single detail he saw.

Rohan then grabbed your shoulders firmly, forcing you to turn and look at him, his eyes narrowed with an intense stare boring into your own pupils. “[F/N], I refuse to take that as an answer, so let’s try again shall we? What. Is. The matter?”

You gulped a little, sucking in your breath while debating whether or not to tell your trusted companion about the problem that ridiculed you or not. You opted no. With a shake of your head, you gave an apologetic look and your frown only went deeper, “sorry Rohan, it’s really stupid and I just don’t want to say it. I mean, it can’t be solved anyways, so I’m sure I’ll get over it soon!” You placed a hand on his shoulder and forced yourself to smile a little, your heart swelling with some joy over the fact Rohan had clearly grown as a person - showing that he cared for the problems that bedevilled you was one large step from where he was when you first met. “Thank you though, really.”

Your gratitude and certainty may have been enough to rest anyone else’s soul, but not Rohan’s. He simply would not take ‘no’ for an answer. Sighing, he released his grip on you, giving you the message that he wasn’t going to pry anymore until he spoke, “I didn’t want to resort to this but you leave me no choice.”

Before you could question his words a familiar cry of “Heaven’s Door,” was yelled and you felt your body slowly feel lighter, almost weightless as you watched the skin on your face and arms unfold to reveal small prints of words, words you knew revealed everything there was to know about [F/N] [L/N].

Resistance was futile as you struggled to shift away from Rohan’s approaching form, the back of the chair and the wall behind you trapping you inbetween, prayers being your only tactic of getting out of the hectic situation. “Now let’s see,” Rohan hummed, taking a gentle hold of the pages attached to your face between his thumb and index finger, his eyes scanning each word carefully as though missing a single one would be detrimental.

“Rohan, please don’t,” you begged, fear arising in you from the idea that he would find out the cause of your sullen mood. Fear that was quickly picked up on.

“[F/N] [L/N], sixteen years old... Birthday is... Ah, here we are, something more modern. Cereal for breakfast, and currently stressing over the idea that Josuke Higashikata won’t like her...” Rohan’s out loud reading soon quietened and the look he gave you could only be summarised to ‘really?’

Once he pulled away from you, Heaven’s Door effects subsided and your skin was no longer detached from you. You sighed with relief that you were no longer in such a vulnerable state, calm until you began to lightly pound your fists against Rohan’s chest, unable to actually hurt him since you didn’t have to heart to. “Rohan, that was private information, how could you?!”

Rohan clicked his tongue, using only a finger to press against your forehead to push you away. The perks of you being so docile was getting you to stop any hint of aggression was easier than reciting the alphabet.

“I did it for you so I could help you with your problem!” He argued in attempt to defend himself and cringed slightly, speaking with venom in his voice. “How was I supposed to know that you were so worked up over that idiot and not something sensible?”

“He is not an idiot!” You retorted since you hated whenever either Rohan or Josuke insulted each other. Those two really had the potential to be friends with each other, they just never let it work. Regardless, your main concern was the fact your true feelings were revealed and in the worst possible way. You hadn’t meant for anyone to find out about how you feel, not when you were for sure that it wouldn’t matter in the end.

Josuke ... he was amazing. Friendly, strong, funny and whenever he looked with you with those kind eyes and a smile on his plush lips, your heart stopped only to restart beating 1000 beats per minute. You were certain that he was the most perfect person you had ever met, and every memory with him was greatly treasured.

Though you were almost certain he didn’t feel the same. You felt so small compared to him, figuratively that is, and everything he was good at, you seemed to fail at. Confidence, strength, styling the perfect pompadour; you couldn’t even compare to him, even if these all seemed like the most insignificant aspects ever. So, why would he want to be with someone who couldn’t reach his standards ? He wouldn’t.

Your internal self deprecation was silently evident to Rohan as you began to nibble on the bottom of your lip, dejectedly looking down like a lost puppy. No way was he going to let you keep that up, not when he had announced you as a friend to himself and actually cared about how you felt.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Rohan groaned at what he was about to do although he knew it was going to be worth it if it meant you weren’t ruining your hang out times anymore. “Alright, we’re going to make you confess to Josuke.” He declared, catching you off guard, and you weren’t able to even question him as a single finger was suddenly pressed upon your lips, sealing your mouth shut with one simple movement.

“Listen and remember this well, [F/N], you are perfect the way you are and as much as I would hate to see Josuke gain anything he doesn’t deserve,” he paused to retract his hand from your face and instead ruffled your hair, treating you like a younger sibling for a second, “I know being with him would make you happy, so I’m going to help you confess your entirely questionable and possibly delusional love for that delinquent.”

You blinked up at Rohan a few times, mouth agape. There was no way that this was happening, just who was this guy and where was the real manga artist you knew?

“Rohan, I appreciate you wanting to help me, I really do, but there’s no need! It’s a lost cause, let’s just get back to what we were doing before - poses right?” Your attempt to change the subject was quickly brushed off like dust on Rohan’s shoulder when he pinched your nose, an audible ‘ow’ squeaking from you.

Your resistance to the situation was irking Rohan to no end, his drive only stepping on the gas each time you tried to refuse his assistance. There was no way he was going to let you suffer in silence. Besides, if he helped two young, dumb and lovesick teens get together then maybe he could have some insight on how to work around the more romantic scenes of his manga, if he was to ever implement them.

“I’m not taking no for an answer. This is going to happen and you’re going to thank me for it,” the green hair male stated, eyes heavily trained onto you. You gulped.

You really didn’t know where this was going to go.

——

A band of raging drums had surely replaced your heart.

The hammering sound of sticks against percussion instruments was practically akin to the violent, frantic rhythm that pounded against your chest with the diagnosis resulting to be nervousness.

You sucked in your breath and released the built up carbon dioxide by muttering words of encouragement that Rohan had taught you to rehearse to yourself in case of situations like this. Ironically, he was the one who had put you in this nervous wreck state. His vow to have you confess to Josuke had stuck through pretty solidly leaving you in a cute outfit you definitely could not have afford on your lonesome, [Thank you Rohan.] and standing in front of your crush’s door.

Gulping, you began to hype yourself up.

‘I can do this! I can totally do this. No problems here, none at all!’ The repeated phrases were practically a religious mantra at this point; if you were to even dare forget a single one you’re certain life would be a living Hell. Well your stresses shouldn’t matter anymore, you were here now. Just knock. Knock and say what’s on your mind!

The unremitting worries failed to cease however , eating at your brain like parasites that were only starting to leave once you gathered enough courage and balled your hand into a fist, rapped against the wooden door.

It took less than a minute for the door to be unlocked and opened, revealing the tall, well built figure of the one and only - Josuke. For some reason you felt as though none of this actually happening right there and then, like it was some dream or even a nightmare you were going to wake up from any second. You quickly rubbed your eyes to see if that was true. When you opened them, he was still there, his usual stylised school uniform replaced with a regular white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. It wasn’t an unwelcome look but certainly threw you off for a second seeing as it was rare to see him wear anything other than his uniform.

“[F/N], hey!” He greeted,his eyes seeming to light up at the sight of you while a hand gripped the door frame, “didn’t think it’d be you at the door. What’s up?”

The moment he smiled at you, you knew that you had to this. How he instantly had made you feel relaxed would have seemed impossible to you five minutes ago, now you felt as though things would go perfectly. If not for the persistent nagging voice in the back of your head.

“Hi Josuke! I was hoping that I could maybe uhm, talk to you! About something that is. Something really important.” Your wavering voice had caused some concern to flash in Josuke’s eyes; the way he looked down at you with such a caring expression made you want to hide your face into a pillow and squeal.

He responded easily with, “oh sure, is everything alright?” Really, you weren’t even sure if things were alright or if they were going to be at all.

You doubts rose up again and a jumbled ball of words was suddenly caught in your throat, countless words and ways to say your thoughts conjuring up but not a single thing is said. If only you had more confidence — Rohan had spent so long trying to get you to perfect your confession and despite all that effort, you were still struggling.

Glancing down, you noticed that your fingers were a plain sign of your awkwardness. They constantly switched from fiddling with the fabric of your outfit to thumbs twiddling with each other, neither things helping you in the end.

“[F/N]...? You don’t look like your usual self, where’s that cute smile of your’s, huh?”

Oh god, did he just call your smile ‘cute’? Did that just make talking even harder or ten times easier? This boy was going to be the death of you!

Teeth lightly nibbled on your low lip as you argued in your head what to do. You really don’t know if you could ever have the courage to even approach him like this, let alone think about asking him out. Besides, all of Rohan’s efforts would go to waste.

“Josuke!” The sudden change of your volume had clearly surprised the teenager, his brows raising. “I— I have something serious to tell you and I’m sorry for making it so weird so far, it’s just really hard to get through what I want to say.”

Facing him was just too much. You couldn’t handle the idea of looking up to see an uncomfortable, angered, disgusted or any expression that would send you hurdling down a pit of regret. Instead, you stared down at the ground although you paid no real attention to it, your hand clutching at the clothing over your heart, almost as though you were trying to steady the rapid beating drums within your ribcage.

Taking in a deep breath, you continue, “I’m not the best at being outgoing or confident, and as my friend I know you know that, and you’re the exact opposite! You’re bold and kind to everyone and everything about you is incredible. Saying this I think I fully realised why I lo—.”

Again, the words are caught in your throat and you’re visibly struggling, almost choking on what you want to say. None of it goes unnoticed by Josuke, who had been initially taken back by the praise and tone you were using. His smile quickly returned when things became obvious to him, much softer and sweeter than before, his plush lips turning upward all thanks to your adorable stuttering.

He reached out with a large and surprisingly softer than you would have guessed hand, his palm resting against your cheek as he guided you to look up at him with both your eyes staring into each other’s.

“Do you want to come inside?”

The question was short and simple though it still took some time to process. You made a small, questioning ‘eh’ sound to which Josuke laughed at.

“You don’t have to stress so much, whatever you’re going to say I’m sure I’m going to like hearing,” he told you, stepping to the side so that you now had room to enter his house, a hand gesturing for you to come inside. “Maybe things would be easier if we had something to drink? My mum’s not home so we can watch a movie too!”

You had no idea how things got to this but you didn’t want to ask. If what Josuke said was true and that he was really going to like whatever you said then, why rush? It was probably better to wait for when the atmosphere was much more relaxed anyways. Things just seemed more right that way. The relationship between you and Josuke were always so casual so it was best to confess just like that. He was a serious God send to be so nice and understanding.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ before walking through the door with small pep in your step and butterflies swarming in a welcomed fashion in your stomach. Josuke followed you, closing the door behind him as the two of you started to strike up a conversation about your week and what movie the two of you wanted to watch, every worry and care flying free and becoming lost in the sky.

From across the street stood a smiling manga artist, ready to walk home with nothing but pride in his heart for his shy and growing friend. All he really had left to worry about was whether or not Josuke would treat you right.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Fifth Day of Twelve - A Perfectly Captured Memory

Well well well this is the most commitment I've had to something in a while. You're welcome LOL.

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The snow had really come down over night but you didn't mind. You had gloves now to keep your hands nice and toasty. Even though it was now the weekend in most people's lives, to you, it was just another work day which meant no sleep in whatsoever.

The office was empty when you arrived, typical for a weekend and it was only 0630. You had been up far too early thinking about anything but what gift you would receive today. At least trying to think about anything else. Failing miserably. That was at 0500 and when you saw the snow piled up on the rim of your bedroom window you decided to go in early just in case there was traffic. Had nothing to do with possibly catching the gift giver in the act.

Alas when your eyes found your desk it had something extra sitting beside your phone that definitely wasn't there when you left last night. Unfortunately the potted plant had to go yesterday because it started to smell not so nice.

Once you dropped your backpack underneath, you picked up the photo frame and smiled at the cute family photo inside. It was of the team at Jimmy's birthday party this year. A half decent one before half of you got absolutely sloshed. You were part of that half and so was the woman with her arm curled around your waist, holding you close, her head resting against yours. You of course, had a stupid overly tipsy grin spread across your face. The more.you looked at the photo the more the memory flooded your mind, the taste of bourbon, the warm touch and tight hold of Jack Sloane.

Most days you could keep your emotions under control but that night, the alcohol let them free, just a little. There was dancing, one slow song but you were both too drunk for it to mean anything. You ran your finger over the frame with a smile. His party was so long ago.

That night made it difficult to hold those emotions in check after, you'd tried so hard for the past year putting those feelings for her aside. Someone had pointed out that maybe the failed dates were because no one matched up and that was partly true. No one could but you didn't know how they could match up when you weren't ever a thing to begin with. Oh, how you prayed this was all from her.

You knew Jack was attracted to females, Izzy was easy to get information out of once she was tipsy. Izzy stopped by a few months back to share information on a case much to Jack's dismay but this time she charmed you into drinks. Only for her to get more information on Jack's dating life but in return you got some back story on Jack as well. She, of course, wasn't around to be angry at either of you until the following morning because Izzy had sent her a drunken voicemail.

She was more mad at Izzy for blabbing and curious towards you about why you were so inquisitive. You deflected like you usually did and for once Jack let up.

That was you and Jack. A friendship with questions attached. You knew Jack had asked questions about you a while back. You knew because you'd overhead her talking to Ellie in the ladies room a couple months after you'd joined. It wasn't anything about the job, it was all personal. Ellie had asked you out for Saturday night drinks with her and Nick, everyone else had plans but that didn't stop Jack from getting all the information she wanted. After that you avoided going out with Ellie for a while, it wasn't until she figured it out and promised things would stay between the two of you, that you decided to go drinking with them again. You didn't mind sharing, you just preferred when the person wanting to know asked you face to face which you knew was entirely hypocrital on your part.

Why she didn't ask you or why you couldn't ask her was frustrating. They weren't overly intrusive questions, just getting to know a person's life a bit more. She just made you nervous for some reason.

You almost dropped the photo frame when the elevator doors dinged. It was Gibbs arriving for the day with a cup of coffee in his hand. He frowned at your shocked face and you gave him a one shoulder shrug in response. "Morning."

" 'morning. Another present?"

His question caught you off guard. "Umm..yeah."

"Only gets annoyin' when they harp on about it." He offered a reason to your questioning look. "Got a photo?" He stopped at your desk and looked down at the frame.

You picked it up and faced it towards him. It was a simple light wooden frame with a meaningful picture. "Even has you smiling."

"Might 'ave somethin' to do with the good bourbon Palmer had on tab." He smirked, placing it back down on your desk.

You chuckled. "Was good bourbon." So good that Jimmy didn't realise how many people drank it until he got the bill.

Gibbs nodded and took a swig of his coffee. "Any ideas yet?"

You raised a brow at his follow up but his dead stare just made you chuckle more. "No. I dont-" You didn't want to sound stupid. It seemed like a silly reason.

"Want to ruin the surprise." He nodded and walked over to his desk. It sounded ok when he said it.

"Yeah."

There was silence between you after that. You followed up with the call directory of the victims brother you were working on last night. Praying to find something to go with the no alibi he had for the time of the murder. They were estranged however only lived twenty minutes apart and something in his answers seemed off. Off according to Gibbs and Jack which was something. He just seemed unpleasant when you and Gibbs picked him up yesterday.

The team started to arrive just after and to no one's surprise Ellie was the only one to notice or comment about the frame on your desk. She soon dropped the subject when Jack came whizzing in.

"Guess where I'm jetting off to in a few hours?!" She beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with your added enthusiasm.

"Where Jack?" All three of you said in deadpan unison and Gibbs smirked as Jack rolled her eyes. "I don't care if you aren't interested. I'm going to New Orleans." She raised her arms in victory. "It's been so long."

You could tell by her slightly open mouth and glowing eyes that she was thinking about food. "What's first on the menu?"

She laughed and looked down at you. "Depends. I'm going to help Dwayne on a case. He asked for me specifically and Vance actually agreed. So it may be his gumbo or a restaurant between the airport and the office." She shrugged really not caring which option it would be, just that she knew it would be good food.

"Mmmm I can smell it all, already." Ellie hums. She visited the NOLA office earlier in the year, side trip when she went home for a week to Oklahoma. Tammy and Sebastian had finally convinced her to come down for a weekend with the promise of Dwayne's signature dish. She didn't care what it was, she was sold.

"You might need to bring her back something." Nick smirked at Ellie's poked tongue.

"I might just do that."

"Thank you Jack." They both grinned at each other. Ellie was known for her love of food but Jack was a close second in your book.

"Have fun, remember there's a case to solve inbetween food." You smiled wider when she rolled her eyes.

That's when the thought clicked, if Jack wasn't here then you'd finally know if it was her or not. She couldn't surprise you with gifts if she wasn't here and she wouldn't dare tell anyone else it's her.

"Thank you, Y/n. Gibbs, I've got those profiles you asked for yesterday. Follow me." She motioned with her gloved hand for him to join her to her office and he obliged.

She left the office not long after and left Gibbs with another possible lead for the case.

"Grab your gear."

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Tonight consisted of drinking eggnog, watching Christmas movies while making Gingerbread houses with my roommate. Twas fun. Feeling very festive. Hop everyone has a good weekend!

[acdeaky]

percival’s daughter

warning: strong language, slight angst, fluff

note: writing this when i have other things that are requested and people actually want 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 also, i love eggsy. that’s all.

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“oh, fuck.” eggsy whispered as he entered the boardroom, seeing harry and arthur sat at the table, merlin stood before them with his clipboard, and you; the first girl he fell in love with.

“ah, eggsy, we were wondering as to where you were.” harry spoke, gesturing to the seat next to him. as eggsy walked over, he couldn’t stop looking at you. he had been in that boardroom more than enough times to know exactly where the table was and to know which seat he was invited to sit in.

as he sat down, you lightly smiled at him. he wondered if you remembered him. you did, most definitely, but you weren’t going to allow your professional pose falter by making an effort to talk to eggsy. if you did, you knew you would never stop.

“eggsy,” merlin started, grabbing the boy’s attention away from you. “this is Y/N, the daughter of percival. as you know, unfortunately, percival was involved in an incident last night and is no longer with us. Y/N will resume his position and reside here, within our branch of kingsman, with us.”

those words took a while to process within eggsy’s head. he had known you almost all his life. it had been ten years since you’d seen each other, after your family had moved (for kingsman), he never thought he’d see you again. yet, here you were.

“fortunately,” merlin continued, watching eggsy’s eyes flitter between him and you. “we have some agents already investigating the issue, so there will be no need for us to intervene. aside from that, eggsy, i thought you may want to show percival around.”

“er- ye-yeh, course. nothing i can’t handle.” eggsy tried to show he wasn’t enticed by you, making his whole demenour seem nonchalant.

“are you sure about that?”

“i think eggsy will do a grand job, merlin,” you spoke up, saving eggsy from some embarrassment. merlin only retracted, finally giving up. “eggsy, shall we?” you turned back to eggsy, seeing that he was looking at you like a lost puppy.

“yeh, i’ll show you the way, love.” he gave you a small smile, waiting for arthur to dismiss them before standing and walking out of the boardroom. he took you down the corridor, a fair bit away from the room before stopping and turning to you.

“i haven’t seen you in ten years and you show up here as soon as your dad’s dead and you don’t even look at me like you know me. what the fuck is going on?” he said in a low tone, his face contorting in a way you have never seen before on him.

“eggsy, look, i can explain-”

“please do.”

“and i will! just not here. is there somewhere else we can go?” now it was your time for your voice to be low.

“yeh, okay.” he shrugged, turning back around and walking down the corridor. after turning many corners and walking up many steps, eggsy finally brought you to a room. as he opened it up, he revealed a bedroom. it was neat and tidy, making you certain it wasn’t his. but there was something about it that screamed eggsy.

maybe it was the way the decorations were, the choice of them. maybe it was the way he confidently stood, like he had the upper ground now you were definitely on his territory, and not just kingsman’s. or maybe it was the way it faintly smelt of him, something you could never forget.

“this is my room, i’m not here often cause i’ve got my own place, but... thought this would be an okay place to chat.” eggsy stated, sitting on the ottoman at the end of his bed, only after undoing his blazer buttons.

“may i? you asked, closing the door, walking further into the room and pointing at the chair under the desk.

“course.” he smiled. you pulled out the chair, turning it around so it faced away from the view of the gardens and towards eggsy. you sat sheepishly, instantly crossing your legs over one another.

“i’m sorry about your dad.” eggsy spoke after a moment of silence. he was sat facing you, but his elbows rested on his knees as he twiddled his thumbs, his head looking down. obviously, his formalities didn’t stretch to old friends.

“it’s okay. in this line of work it’s something that should be prepared for.”

“you were prepared for your dad to die?”

“no, eggsy, i just mean that if someone dies, it’s not a rare thing to occur at kingsman. you should know, unfortunately.” your voice tailed off, realising what you’d said, not knowing if it was something he didn’t like to talk about nowadays.

“yeh, you and me both, now.” he replied, finally looking up to you and smiling slightly.

“what have you been doing, eggsy? after all these years.” you asked, watching as his body language changed from tensed to almost relaxed; you were just waiting for him to kick off his shoes and loosen his tie a little.

“well, i got into the military, but my mum was scared that she’d lose me like she lost my dad. so i went back home and she had a new boyfriend dean, but i had a little sister as well. i had to leave them when i started training here. i almost got the role of lancelot, but i refused to shoot JB, so they gave it to roxy- have you met roxy?”

“yeh, i have. she’s lovely.” you smiled, seeing eggsy was beginning to fully relax.

“anyway, the gave that to roxy, but after harry ‘died’ i came back and helped merlin and roxy with valentine which got me a place in kingsman. they couldn’t let an agent like me go.” he joked, taking off his glasses and placing them on his bed.

“i’m sure they couldn’t. i’ve already heard so much about you, eggsy; harry practically adores you and everyone keeps saying how much of a good agent you are. i’m glad i get to see it for myself.”

“what about you, love?

“well, after we moved, i went to school, made some new friends, but they didn’t last long, while training with my dad. he wanted me to become an agent as soon as i was old enough and ready. i went through the process, took the tests, i was fully ready, just not officially an agent. as soon as he died, kingsman knew about my training and asked me to resume his position as percival. i came back to london because i missed it, but i never expected to come here and hear your name.”

“why’s that?” he asked, leaning down to undo the laces of his oxfords.

“just thought you’d do something more academic with your life. i always remember you as the smart kid, who was tough around the edges, but had the kindest heart. kingsman never seemed like the thing you would do.”

he just nodded, looking down at the ground again and you were worried that you had caused him to retract the little trust he felt for you since returning.

“do you remember- nah, it’s silly.” eggsy said after a moment, looking back up at you while loosening his tie a little and undoing his top button.

“i might, try me.” you shifted in your seat so your legs weren’t crossed over one another anymore. you got into a more comfortable position, your knees facing eggsy.

he only smiled before saying, “do you remember when we first met? in primary? i had moved into your class half way through the year because i got good grades, but i always gave up. they moved me into your class so i wouldn’t do that anymore and so they could make you and i buddies, since you were the star pupil of year three.”

“i was not!” you giggled, seeing eggsy’s face light up as you both recalled the memory.

“you so were. i still got good grades, but i kept giving up; even you couldn’t help me on that. but i gained a best friend from that, and i was heartbroken when she went away.”

“you were?”

“yeh,” eggsy sighed, taking off his tie and blazer, only leaving him in his white dress shirt, trousers and socks. “i lost my best friend, i didn’t know what to do. i acted up more, but still did well in school, no one could believe it. as soon as i left school, i went straight into the military so something would take up my mind, instead of sitting in classrooms and wishing you were still with me.”

“oh eggsy-”

“i didn’t just lose my best friend, i lost the person who finally understood me, who i wanted to keep in my life forever. the first person i loved.” and once again, eggsy was looking at the floor. his elbows were resting on his knees and his head was inbetween his hands.

“eggsy.” you started, feeling guilty for leaving him behind ten years ago, but knowing you had no choice but to do that. once you heard him sniffle, you got up from his chair and walked towards him slowly. you knelt down in front of him and placed your hands onto his wrists. he didn’t tense up like you thought he would, nor did he try to pull away from you.

your hands moved from his wrists up to his hands, stopping their movements as his tugged and pulled at his hair.

“eggsy stop, you won’t have any hair left.” you whispered, pulling his hands away from his head. as you did, he looked up at you, his eyes slightly few and swollen. “oh, eggy.” you sighed, pushing your body closer to his as you wrapped you arms around his neck. he let you, placing his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. soon enough, your chest was against his, your bodies being pressed together tighter than they are ten years ago when you said your goodbyes.

“i loved you, too, eggsy,” you whispered into his ear, placing a light kiss onto his clothes shoulder afterwards. “i still do. but you’re a different person now than you were then, and so am i. we’ve both changed.”

“that doesn’t mean anything.” he replied, pressing a kiss into your shoulder as you did with him.

“i don’t want to compromise a mission because of our feelings. if anything happened to you because of me, i don’t know what i’d do. i can’t lose you again.” this made eggsy pull away. he grabbed your hands and helped you up before pulling on his oxfords, tying his tie and putting on his blazer and glasses.

he wiped his eyes before speaking again, “i still haven’t shown you round.”

“eggsy-”

“it won’t take long-”

“eggsy-”

“merlin’ll kill me if i don’t get you back-”

“eggsy, your top button.” he nodded a quick thanks before turning to leave the room, letting you leave before closing the door again.

and off he set, determined to show you around kingsman before merlin wonders where the two of you had been. neither of you spoke throughout the entire walk, only the occasional comments of eggsy telling you what certain rooms were or what was in them. aside from that, you felt too awkward to speak, like you’d lost his trust and now needed to fully regain it; a quick catch up would not suffice this time.

***

you didn’t expect to find eggsy sat outside on the stairs leading up to the entrance of the headquarters. he was dressed down from the last time you saw him, only in jeans, a plain t-shirt and a bomber jacket. as soon as you sat down next to him, he didn’t flinch, only moving to his left slightly to let you slide between him and the banister.

“i missed you, you know?” you almost whispered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as a breeze hit you. “i hated leaving, i hated saying goodbye, i hated moving. i came back to london because i missed it, but i also missed you.”

when eggsy didn’t reply, you looked up from your lap towards him and saw he was still looking out across the gardens. only this time, the glimmer in his eyes was brighter.

“i lost the first person i loved, too. and i haven’t felt that strongly towards anyone but you, ever. yeh, i had a few boyfriends and went on some dates, but i compared them to you. every single time. i wanted you in my life forever, too.”

even as you spoke towards him this time, he still didn’t move. his head was still facing forward and there still hadn’t been any form of reply from him. you contemplated leaving him, knowing this was a lot to take in, and let him come around on his own. but you also didn’t want to spend anymore time away from him. it had been ten years since you last saw each other, and you were hoping to catch up and go back to what it used to be like.

you words earlier had broken another piece of his heart. hearing you practically reject him made his instincts kick in and, after that, it would be almost impossible to get his walls back down again.

“eggsy,” you sniffled, watching as his upper lip started trembling. “i’m so sorry. for everything. for leaving, for saying those things earlier, for basically coming back and breaking your heart minutes later. i’ve never wanted to hurt you, but i have. and i’m sorry.”

without even thinking, you rested your head against the side of his arm, him being too tall for you to teach his shoulder. like before, he didn’t flinch. but this position was normal for the two of you. even at a young age, you’d always been close and leaning against eggsy had been something you did whenever you were sad, scared or angry. he was a comfort blanket, and he still is.

“i’m sorry,” you spoke after a few minutes of silence, taking your head off of eggsy and begun to stand up. “i should go. i’ll leave you be-”

“please don’t leave,” he croaked out, a hand delicately holding your wrist to stop you from moving further away from him. “stay for a little longer.”

you nodded slowly, sitting back down on the steps and throwing part of the blanket over eggsy’s back to share with him.

“thanks,” he muttered as you got comfortable next him. “i don’t wanna fight. i’m sorry i’ve acted the way i have, but it was seeing you again; i didn’t know how to feel.”

“i don’t want to fight either, eggsy. and i’m sorry as well. just for everything.” as soon as you said that, eggsy wrapped his right arm around you, bringing you closer to his body (and his warmth) and you rested a hand on his knee.

as your head rested on his shoulder, you looked up into the sky, seeing it was clear and stars could be seen for miles.

“the sky looks pretty tonight.” you smiled at eggsy before looking back up towards the sky. he just kept looking at you, watching as your eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

“not as pretty as you, though.” he smirked, watching as you turned back to face him, a light blush on your cheeks.

“nothing can be prettier than you, bruv.” you smiled at him, completely ignoring the shades of crimson both of you were turning. at that moment, you had decided you missed eggsy. like, you really missed him. not a just a normal amount that friends would miss each other if one of them moved, but a life-destroying amount.

at that same moment, eggsy decided that your eyes were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. staring into them, even ten years later, made his knees feel weak. and he knew he missed you, too. he could almost feel how much you missed him, like you could with him.

as the night carried on, you and eggsy sat on the stairs for a few more hours, getting closer and closer together and pulling the blanket against your bodies as much as you could. the majority of the lights inside the headquarters had been turned off, the only ones remaining on being your bedroom, eggsy’s bedroom and the hall lights; it made the sky even brighter.

“we should head in,” eggsy whispered against your head, placing a light kiss where his lips lay. “it’s getting late.”

“and it’s freezing.” you added, making eggsy chuckles softly.

“it definitely is. come on.” eggsy stood, dropping the blanket fully on you and held out his hand. you graciously took it, letting him help you up and you wrapped the blanket around your entire body.

as you walked up the steps, your feet were in line with eggsy’s and you continued chatting to one another, but kept quiet as you entered the building. being the gentleman he is, he walked you to your room, up the what-seemed-like thousands of stairs before you were stood outside your door.

eggsy opened it for you, letting you slip inside and turn back to face him. you leaned against the doorframe, looking up at eggsy while he gave you a shit-eating grin.

“since i’ve been a gentleman, and kept you warm tonight, will you gimme a kiss?” and that’s when you realised he was still the cheeky, flirtatious boy he’d been ten years ago.

“just one. on the cheek.” you replied, desperately trying to stop yourself from smiling, too.

“i’m not looking for a cheek, i wanna proper kiss.”

“okay, eggsy. i’ll give you a proper kiss.” and before he could say anything in reply, your lips were on his. the blanket was completely forgotten. his hands found your hips and yours wrapped around the back of his neck. it was soft and sweet and so full of love that you wondered how anyone could be missing out on this.

eggsy was the one to (reluctantly) pull away first. but as he did, he rested his forehead on yours, keeping his hands on your body. only this time, he pulled your body flush against his, making you curl into the shape of his back which arched forward to meet you in the middle.

“thanks for the kiss, bruv.” he whispered through his smile, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“anytime, bruv.” you smiled, too, making no attempt to pull away at any moment soon.

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[katsuriin]

|distracting kisses ∙ shouta aizawa|

november fifteenth  ∙ day 8

prompt: distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

warnings/themes: pro hero/teacher!reader

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You made your way up the stairs quickly. Nothing had happened as such, you just craved the feeling of home a little more than usual today. The students had been rowdy today, excited for the nearing holidays as they laughed and bickered amongst each other throughout their lessons. You felt a strange sense of attachment to them, watching them in their last couple of years of childhood and growing into the dignified heroes they were going to become-and also watching Kaminari drop his pencil three times in the space of five minutes until Bakugou taped it to his hand none too gently with Sero's tape. You smiled when you remembered their antics, unlocking the door to the apartment and sighing contently as you finally slip off your shoes. "I'm home" you say quietly, before venturing further into the apartment to the small study. You knew he'd be in there, just not in the same position you'd seen him in 8 hours prior.

"Shouta, please tell me you've moved a muscle other than your hands at all today." He acknowledged you then, his eyes travelling to your figure leaning against the doorframe. "I moved my head." You scowl at him as the ghost of a smile appears on his face. The desk isn't too cluttered, his coffee mug empty and laptop open with plays of the recent practical test replaying on the screen. Making your way over to him, you drape yourself on the back of his chair, resting your chin on his hair gently whilst wrapping your arms around his shoulder. He relaxes under your touch, placing his pen down to study the screen instead. "You know, I think I know better than anyone that we want what's best for them, but you are gonna have to give a couple of failing grades Shouta." You say as you watch a pixelated Uraraka struggle after using her quirk for too long whilst Mineta flees the scene. It warms your heart really, how your boyfriend seemed to be incapable of giving anything lower than a C grade to his students. He was tough on them in person, but only you got to see him when his eyes never leave the computer screen noting down the tiniest actions that could show initiative or good hero skills. You smiled softly as he brings up his hand to rest on yours. "They've had it tough anyway, too tough in fact. They all deserve to make it as heroes and I don't want to be the one to hold them back from that." His words come out mumbled but clear all at the same time. It's obvious he's repeated them many times and you can't help but smile wider. Unsnaking your arms from around him, instead you push his chair so he's swivelled around to see you.His tired, bloodshot eyes meet yours as you stare him down. "You need a break. How long have you been working?" He smirks a little before attempting to face his desk again. You don't let him, deciding to situate yourself on his lap instead. His arms wrap around you immediately despite the deadpan expression on his face. "I'm fine, there's only 3 more reports to do." You tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, not missing the way he slightly leaned into your touch. "Then you can do them tomorrow after a decent night's rest love" He closes his eyes and you know his defence is slowly crumbling. Deciding he needs a little more persuasion, you cup his face, stubble prickly against your hands. You press kisses on his eyelids first, prompting him to keep them closed. His hands knead small, continuous circles into your waist, massaging the muscles there as you continue in your ministrations. You kiss inbetween his eyebrows, giggling as he scrunches his nose up a little. The tense set of his jaw seems to come undone as you smooth out his face with your fingers, kissing all over until all that's left are his lips.  He was patient through it all, letting you do as you please which is probably why you weren't expecting him to press you closer to him. His hand guiding you from it's place on your lower back and his lips meeting yours gently. Eyes falling shut you let him take the lead, his arms circling around you as he tilts his face a little. His lips are a little chapped as they move against yours languidly. You can practically feel what little tension there was left, leave his shoulders as you pull away, his lips still pouted. He's sleepy; you can see it in the way his eyes droop a little more than usual. For the umpteenth time that night, your heart warms a little as you stand, taking him by the hand and quickly turning his laptop off. He lets you lead him to your bedroom, eyes falling shut the second his head hits the pillow.

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[phoenixkaizen]

WAIT could you, if you have the energy and time of course, maybe do Omegaverse EraserCloudMic will Hurt/Comfort and scents??

Shattered

Summary: WAIT could you, if you have the energy and time of course, maybe do Omegaverse EraserCloudMic will Hurt/Comfort and scents??

or 

Following Shirakumo's death, Shouta and Hizashi head back to Shouta's home and find one of Shirakumo's hoodies on his desk chair. 

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa/Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada/Shouta Aizawa/Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada/Shouta Aizawa, mentioned Hizashi Yamada/Oboro Shirakumo

Warnings: Omegaverse, Major Character Death (off screen)

His entire body was numb. A loud, piercing ring in his ears and his feet carrying him on auto-pilot. He barely registered Hizashi behind him, guiding him into his house out of the rain. His clothes drenched and clinging onto his body. His hair messy, wet, and a tangled mess. He was sure if Hizashi took his hands off of his shoulders, he would fall to the ground. He ignored the throbbing of pain in his elbow and shoulder as his nails dug into the exposed and bloody skin. 

This wasn't right. Nothing about this was right. He wasn't even sure that he had blinked at all. He couldn't tell at this point. A pair of broken goggles clutched in his hand as he was moved upstairs and towards his bathroom. The darkness of his home almost comforting to him. 

He was absolutely numb. This couldn't be real. He had heard his voice. The entire time. He refused to believe that it had all been in his head. One second, they were smiling and the next they were fighting. No, he was fighting.. he had won. 

But that didn't matter. 

He was gone. 

In the blink of an eye. He was taken from them... from him. 

"You can do this, Shouta! Don't give up!" 

The sight of a bloody white sheet was burned into his mind. Light blue hair peeking out from underneath it, a shattered speaker only a few feet from his body. The speaker that had apparently been broken the entire time. 

It couldn't be true. He had been cheering him on the entire time. Shouta couldn't of won without him... but he was gone. 

Shirakumo was dead. 

His best friend, his Alpha, his boyfriend. Their boyfriend. Was dead. 

He could barely hear the shower being turned on and the running water hitting the tiles. It felt as if everything was far away. Clouded. It barely registered to him that Hizashi was pulling his clothes off of him, speaking to him but Shouta couldn't hear a word. A moment later he was pushed softly into the warm spray of the water. The goggles still in hand, refusing to let go of them. 

Hizashi ran a soapy cloth over his shoulders and down his arms as Shouta stared straight at the water that was turning into a mixture of brown and pink. His ears continuing to ring and if Hizashi was still talking to him, he wouldn't know at all. It felt as if he was out of his body. He couldn't feel the water. The cloth. Hizashi's hands. Nothing. 

His entire being was numb. 

A part of him was gone. 

Leaving him in a shell. 

He blinked, trying to hear what Hizashi was saying to him as the blonde Alpha appeared in front of him. His soft red eyes. His mouth was moving as Shouta tried to focus on what he was saying. But it was in vain. Just silence and ringing. 

Hizashi's hands moved to his hair, working out the dirt and debris before lathering it with shampoo before rinsing out the soap. It was quickly followed with conditioner as the Alpha worked out the tangles. 

Soft hands. Slow movements. He couldn't barely feel it now but it was there. Hizashi was there. Hizashi was alive. 

But Shirakumo wasn't. 

They weren't complete anymore. It felt wrong. It was supposed to be the three of them. Together. 

Only two were left. 

Hizashi's hands were now on his forearms, pulling him up off of the floor and out of the shower. A towel came a second later, toweling off his now cleaned but wet skin. His heart started to race when the Alpha's hands disappeared from his body. Shouta let out a soft whine. At least, he think he did because now Hizashi was in front of him again and his hands were back. 

Hizashi gave him a soft look as he pulled him out of the bathroom and across the hall to where Shouta's bedroom door was. He was guided to his bed and he sat down on the edge. Hizashi moved around in front of him, one hand still lingering on Shouta's leg as the Alpha grabbed some clothes for the Omega. 

Shouta felt himself zone out once more, staring straight at the wall as the Alpha helped him into his clothes. His body basically useless as the Alpha worked. The towel was discarded into his clothes basket before the Alpha took a seat next to him. 

The Omega turned his head to look at Hizashi but stopped short as his gaze fell onto something on his chair. He reached out, grabbing ahold of the item and bringing it to himself. The scent of rain and clean linen hit him in a full wave as he pulled the sweatshirt to him. 

Tears sprang to his eyes and he could feel himself be grounded again as he looked at the dark blue sweatshirt. 

Shirakumo's sweatshirt. 

A sob ripped through him as he bunched the article of clothing up into his arms and brought it to his chest. Hizashi's arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him into him. "Shouta..." He could finally hear Hizashi's voice again, bringing him completely back to reality. 

Shouta curled up, pulling his legs up to his chest as he allowed the tears to fall down his face. "It's not fair, Hizashi... he's supposed to be here. He's supposed to be with us." Shouta whispered, bringing the sweatshirt to his nose and inhaling in the strong scent that lingered in the clothing. "Why did he have to die?" 

Hizashi shushed him quietly, his grip on Shouta getting tighter. "I don't know, Shou..." Hizashi replied, placing a soft kiss to Shouta's temple. It was clear to him that Hizashi was doing everything in his power to stay strong for him. 

Shirakumo had been their rock. The strongest out of all of them. Now he wasn't there to be that person. Their person. 

"This can't be real." Shouta muttered, sniffling and wiping his face of the tear tracts. He could hear Hizashi sniffling now and the wetness on his shoulder as the blonde leaned his forehead against him. 

"I wish it wasn't.. but it is. He's gone." 

Shouta shook his head. "No he's not. Not really." The Omega whispered. "He... might not be here... but he's still apart of us." 

Hizashi nodded. "You're right. He'll live on with us." 

Shouta sniffed, crawling up on his bed where Shirakumo's scent still lingered in the bedding from the last time the Alpha had been over. He leaned down, pulling Hizashi along with him until they were laying side by side. 

The sweatshirt inbetween them. 

Their world had been shattered but a part of Shouta knew that they would be okay. That Shirakumo wouldn't want them to mourn for him. Rather think and cherish the good moments. The smiles. The laughter. 

Shouta needed to be stronger. For the both of them. Shirakumo was a part of them. They had defied the odds and managed to all be together. Two Alphas and one Omega. Which was extremely rare. Most Alphas fought each other but Hizashi and Shirakumo didn't. They had all fallen for each other. Shouta and Shirakumo getting together first before Hizashi admitted his feelings for the two of them. Then they became more than just the Rooftop trio. They were a trio. A pack. 

Now their pack was broken. 

But they would be okay. 

At least, Shouta hoped so. 

Shouta held onto Hizashi's hand, their hands intertwined over Shirakumo's sweatshirt. Inhaling in Shirakumo's scent as they both grieved together in silence. This was their new reality. As long as if Shouta still had Hizashi, he wouldn't completely break. Shirakumo wouldn't want to see them break. He would try and get them to laugh and smile instead. 

So for now, this is what they would do. 

Shouta loved his two Alphas with everything he had. Shirakumo and Hizashi proved it to him too. His heart might been shattered in that moment but he vowed to whatever he could in his power to make sure that heroes to be actually got to follow their dreams. 

He could do this. Thanks to Shirakumo. 

[goattales]

Hi, could i get a gay fic with Finn Hudson x Male reader where Finn fucks you doggy style 😇

“You sure you want this?” Finn asked, his voice only audible because of how close his mouth was to the side of your face.

You were on your hands and knees at the foot of his bed and he was stood just behind you. Finn has one leg drawn up and rested on the sheets so he could tuck it between yours and press his knee against your dick.

Both of you had long since shed your shirts, Finn still wearing his pants but you in nothing more than boxers, and skin brushing over skin and made your nerves splutter and short out. His lips grazed against your ear, sending a prickling, red-hot wave of excitement down your spine; you nodded.

The second you gave him permission he straightened up and let his hands stray across your body. They worked over the rises and falls of your back, rounding over your shoulders and working down your arms, those daring lips of his trailing kisses across the top of your back and then up to your jaw.

You whined, pushing back against his crotch. Even through his jeans you could feel his erection, dick practically straining against his pants as growled into your neck.

“Be patient,” he breathed, and you whined again.

“Please, Finn, I need-”

“I know,” he cut you off, and then his hands were gone and you thought for a second that maybe Finn was going to make you wait even longer just for asking, but you heard the hum of a zip and the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Then his fingers were looping under the band of your boxers and whipping them down around your knees, thumbs spreading your cheeks to expose your hole.

You gasped as he pushed the first finger inside of you, working you open and stretching you more and more, heat pulling at the bottom of your stomach and making your cock twitch and and leak precum onto the duvet under you.

“Good boy.”

He barely said anything at all, so why did it make your heart skip to hear it? The air in your lungs was starting to feel far to warm, but maybe that was just because you were holding your breath without realising.

Breathe, you told yourself, and gave a shaky exhale just as Finn added the second finger.

You arched your chest towards the bed and pressed your face into the covers, moaning into them as your tightened your hands around fistfuls of it. Finn took his fingers out just long enough to grab the condom he had put on the bed, rip it open as carefully as he could manage, and then roll it onto his dick.

Finn spread your cheeks with one hand this time, using the other to ease his dick into your hole. You clenched around him simply by intict and Finn let out a low noise, a sound that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a moan but something about half way inbetween.

It took you a few seconds to relax but as soon as you did he took you by the waist and started to move his hips back and forth.

The sound of the bed springs protesting was masked only by the sound of you and Finn breathing, but the pillow he had shoved between the headboard and the wall gave a relative amount of privacy to the situation, but right now you couldn’t care either way.

He hit your prostate over and over again and each time you could feel the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter, that familiar heat pooling and threatening to overflow.

“You gonna cum?” Finn asked, his voice husky, and you moaned into the bed.

A muffled ‘yes’ from you earned a throaty chuckle, and a slightly rougher snap of his hips into your ass.

“Me too’” Finn braced his hands on the small of your back, driving in once, twice, three times more before you both came. Cum splattered the blue bedsheets bellow you, dripping lazily from your dick, and Finn wilted against you, huffing into the back of your neck as he planted.

He pulled out slowly, overstimulated nerved making your legs shake and threaten to give out, and they would have, were it not for the firm hands on your hips as he straightened up again.

“I’m gonna need to change my sheets,” Finn said, and your cheeks burned as you raised your head and looked at the mess under you. But then your eyes caught sight of Finn through your legs, or, at least, his thighs and cock. He was pulling the condom off, and he tied the end before he dropped it into the bin by his desk.

You made a point of flopping onto your side before Finn could realise you had been staring, not that it would be inappropriate.

“Can we cuddle first?” You asked, working your way under the covers as if you didn’t even need an answer.

“Of course,” he muttered, and he slipped in behind you, folding around your curled up form and hugging you close to his chest. “The sheets can wait,” he added, and you were both asleep within the minute.