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Gamer ‘Friend’ ☆ Chapter 2: Game Night

☆ Pervy!Dom!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader : On a Thursday night, Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia Shroud bumps into a fellow gamer, and that happens to be you, someone that had become infamous on campus. Being new to this world, and having the headmaster stingy with money, you had yet to experience this world’s gaming. But not to worry, after all Idia Shroud the professional gamer that he is, is here to help, in more ways than attended…

(In this version reader eats breakfast alone not with her friends, lol)

Warnings: THIS IS DARK, DON’T READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE WITH — Mature content, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Inappropriate use of magic, Raw/No Protection(Don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it lol) Cumming on body, Multiple orgasm(female). Mentally unstable Idia and reader. Idia being extremely delusional and entitled. IDIA IS CANONICAL 18. (Reader is either really dumb or a really good actor, you choose for now lol)

Note: Reader is; a heavy sleeper(or maybe not👀), shorter than Idia, a masochistic degradee, an airhead, fucked up, unhinged pervert. And Idia gets horny very easily around the reader, since they are the first girl he’s ever seen in real life, besides from his family and the S.T.Y.X employees. Things move really fast because Idia is loke an obsessive pervert. Also when y/n is written it only refers to the first name. Idia is a bit/lot occ, not proofread. Also reader’s bed is pushed against a wall, this is just a note on the bedroom design lol.

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Idia woke up feeling lighter than before, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He gets dressed in his usual uniform, hoping today would be another normal day at school. However, the memory of last night's activities still haunted him.

As he walked down the hallway towards class, he noticed you walking ahead of him, your hair swaying gracefully with each step. His mind drifted back to yesterday's encounter, and his cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He struggled to focus on anything else but you.

When you guys arrived in the cafeteria, he sat down next to you, trying hard not to notice how your skirt hugged your curves enticingly. "Good morning, y/n," he managed to croak out, forcing a fake smile onto his face. "Did you sleep well?"

“Umm.. well I guess, but..” You begin than move closer to his ear and whisper; ”The pervert returned. This morning I woke up with my panties full of jizz, I could feel the guys cum right against my pussy…. Plus my lock was definitely picked, I have no extra keys under my doormat or something, yet my door was left wide open both last night, and the night before.” You pause to take a sip of orange juice “Honestly I hope that whoever did those things, at least locked the door behind themselves, when they leave.”

Idia's heart beats faster as you whispered in his ear, your breath brushing against his earlobe sending shivers down his spine.

You said those things to him in a manner full of innocence, making it sound like you truly don’t who broke in. But your words, they hit Idia in a way, making him feel like you definitely know that he was the pervert. ‘Even if he saw you sound asleep with his own eyes, someway, somehow you knew he was the one…’

His hands trembled as he sipped on his coffee, trying to maintain composure. "I... I-I... uh..." He stuttered, struggling to find words.

"Oh goddammit," he muttered under his breath, covering his face with his hand. "I-I... I-I...." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to admit it was him who had done those things to you.

“You okay Idia, you’re getting red again?” You asks sweetly, just like you’d done the day prior.

Idia's face flushed crimson, his heart pounding in his ears as you concernfully reached out to touch his cheek. He nodded weakly, clearing his throat. "I-I... I'm fine," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... uh... stressful dreams, I guess."

After hearing his words you pull back gently. “You don’t really sleep well often, huh…” You stop to think about a solution. “You should come by the ramshackle for our after school gaming session. I’ve studying and collected the herbs that grow in the mountains around it. And I have the perfect herbal mix that will not only make you sleep like a baby, but also chase away nightmares. That’s what I like the most about this world, magical herbs and plants that actually work!” You tell him cheerfully.

Idia nodded gratefully, his relief palpable as you offered him the chance to visit your dormitory, with your consent this time. "Thank you, Y/n," he managed to choke out between sips of his coffee. "I-I appreciate it."

Standing up from his seat, he gathered his belongings hurriedly, eager to escape the confines of the crowded cafeteria and the ‘temptress’ sitting aside from him. "See you later, then," he mumbled, rushing out of the dining hall, leaving behind a trail of confused looks and whispers among the male students who had witnessed their strange exchange. In their mind, it was odd to see the ignihyde dorm leader talk to anyone, much less a girl.

“No prob.” You whisper to yourself, glad to be growing closer to your ‘new friend’.

Idia hurried back to his dormitory, skipping class once again, his mind racing with mixed emotions of relief and dread. He knew he couldn't keep hiding from the consequences of his actions forever.

Once inside his empty room, he collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his hands as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘How had things escalated so quickly? From breaking into your dorm to stealing a pair of panties from your body and violating you while you slept? What kind of monster had he become? And why didn’t he feel that bad about it?’

It was now after class…

Idia arrived at the run-down Ramshackle dormitory, his heart pounding in his ears as he approached the dilapidated building. He took a deep breath before knocking lightly on the wooden door, hoping you would answer.

But instead he was met by Grim. The fiery magical cat opened the door, his glowing eyes assessing Idia's appearance. "What do you want, human?" His voice was high and trying to be menacing, reflecting his need to be superior.

Idia's heart rejoice at the sight of Grim, despite your furry roommate’s ominous glare, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort around the protective beast. He stepped forward cautiously, extending his hand towards the cat. "Hi, Grim," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "It's Idia. I-I'm here to see y/n. She said she prepared something for me."

“Oh yeah, my henchmen did mention something along those lines. You can wait in her room, she’s showering right now.” With that, Grim nodded slowly, swishing back and forth as he stepped aside, allowing Idia to enter the dimly lit hallway of the Ramshackle. The air inside was cooler than outside, a welcome respite from the heat of the day. By then Grim had retreated to his own room.

Following the familiar sounds of running water, he made his way towards your room, his steps lighter than usual as anticipation mixed with anxiety consumed him.

You had finished your shower, and towards your room, not having know Idia was heading there.

Idia froze mid-step when he heard the sound of water stopping and footsteps approaching his direction. Turning around, he gasped in shock as you emerged from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around your figure. Your frame was even more pronounced than he remembered, and the sight of your wet skin glistening under the dim lighting made his heart skip a beat.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw Idia standing there, wearing his usual uniform despite the warm weather outside. "Oh, hey Idia," You greeted him with a slight smile, my voice slightly husky from the steam inhalation.

Idia's mouth opened and closed wordlessly as he stared at the sight before him, his eyes devouring every inch of your flawless body. He forced himself to clear his throat awkwardly. "H-Hi... y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m glad you could make it! But would you mind staying out of my room for a minute, so I can change.” You pause then with a malicious grin on your face you say. “Well that is, unless you want to see me naked~”

Idia nodded in disagreement quickly, his heart racing in his ears as he turned around and backed away from the rooms entrance, he watch as you closed the door behind yourself. He leaned against the wall outside, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he waited for you to finish changing.

After a couple minutes…

“Okay you can come in!” You say to him through the door, you were now wearing a pair shorts and an oversized shirt.

Idia took a steady breath before pushing open the door, his eyes widening in admiration as he took in the sight of you standing before him, clad in your comfy attire that still managed to accentuate your figure perfectly. "You look... amazing, Y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking slightly with admiration and possibly something else deeper.

“Aw thanks Idia, but those are just pjs lol. Also you should careful with your words, or i might think you’re trying to seduce me.” You fake a reprimanding tone, than follow your words with a chuckle.

Idia blushed crimson, his eyes darting away from yours as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "S-Sorry, I... uh... I mean, you really do look amazing," he stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re just the best! You are, so, so sweet and nice. I love that about you! Anyways let’s stop standing and sit on my bed instead!” You invite him, now sitting on your bed.

Idia nodded nervously, his heart still racing in his ears as he followed you into the cozy haven of your bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs tightly as he tried to maintain some distance between them. "Thank you, y/n," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Why are you sitting at the edge? It can’t be comfortable that way. Come closer, I won’t bite, promise!” You tease him, turning on the laptop and console he gave you. When you were changing, you also had moved a table close to your bed to put the gaming equipment on.

Idia swallowed visibly, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his uniform pants as he slowly scooted closer to you, until your knees brushed against each other's thighs. His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to maintain eye contact with yours, seeking reassurance in those beautiful eyes.

“Okay we can either play the car game you gave me or my new game.” You give him the choice.

Idia nodded gratefully, relief washing over him as you changed the subject to something more familiar. "Whichever you prefer, y/n," he responded, his voice still barely above a whisper.

“I guess we’ll just play the car game, after-all you’re way too innocent to play the other game.” You tease, knowing from his demeanour that such words would rule him up.

Idia shook his head playfully, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips."No, no, I-I mean... I'm not that innocent," he protested, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I can handle whatever game you have in mind."

You stand up, go to your desk and hide something behind your back. Than seat back in your spot.

“Oh really? Then what about this one!” You question him, pulling out the erotic game he had left for you 2 days ago, from behind yourself.

Idia's eyes widened in shock as you revealed the explicit game, his heart stopping momentarily before racing faster than ever. He bit his bottom lip nervously, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly as he studied the cover art. "Y-You... you have something like that?" he managed to mumble out, fainting innocence. And internally cursing at himself for having brought it to you. ‘Sure you request something like it, but you also said you wouldn’t play something like ‘it’ with him! He had put himself in this situation, and now he had to endure it.’

“Yeah, remember. I told you that when the pervert broke in for the first time he left my books on my desk, along an eroge.” You explain nonchalantly. “But judging from your reaction, you’re too pussy to play with me.” You egged him on.

And that actually gets him really riled up. Sure he is shy and awkward, but when his gaming abilities are questioned or at stake, he let’s his pride show, becoming competitive and not backing down.

‘Plus he had already beaten that game, so beating it again would be a piece of cake!’

Idia's eyes flashed with defiance as you challenged him, his pride rising up inside him like a fiery inferno. "Is that so?" he growled lowly, his voice deeper than usual. "Well, then let's see how brave you really are, Y/n ," he challenged back, taking the box containing the game disc from your hands. He takes out the disc and puts it in the old console on the table, himself. He then takes a controller and passes one to you.

The familiar opening theme of 'Maiden of the Abyss' played as the game loaded up on the old console, filling the small room with its sinister melody. The screen flickered to life, revealing the dark and twisted world where demons and monsters roamed freely, waiting for unsuspecting victims. The home screen appeared, filled with graphic and lewd images and sounds that sent shivers down spines of even the most seasoned gamers.

The game began, the camera panning over the desolate town of Hollowheart, where darkness seemed to permeate every corner. The voice of the demonic narrator echoed throughout the empty streets.

"Welcome, mortals... to the realm of Hell's Embrace." the screen faded to black as ominous laughter filled the silence.

Maiden of the abyss is an erotic game, that follows the story line of male protagonist whom is an exorcist. After transferring to St. Diavolo's Academy—an elite institution for those gifted with intellectual abilities, under the church’s order, or main protagonists has to face demons disguised as humans in turn by turn battle, collecting cards and items to use during said battles. Another main plot point is that the protagonists will encounter 7 demon sisters, all based on the seven princes of hell. Their names are Lucia, Maria, Odette, Levi, Beatrice, Scarlet and Belle.

A battle between the protagonists and one of the sisters, will go along those lines:

Depending on the sister the numbers of battle stage will differentiate. For example you’ll first encounter Belle in the storyline, she’ll only have two battle stages, one wave of henchman to battle then a versus between her and the protagonists. On the other hand, you’ll have to face 7 waves of henchmen before battling Lucia herself, as she is the last and strongest of all the sisters. Another component of the game is that when encountering one of the first sisters you’ll be force into battle, but after losing to one at least once, you’ll be able to skip the battle and report it for later. (You still have to defeat all of them).

The goal of the game is to beat, all the sisters and their henchmen, then recruiting the 7 sisters to your side to fight the final boss, principal Diavolo aka the kings of demons. In result of using your acquired skills and the help from the sisters you’ll rid the human realm from all demons, liberating it from evils. Finishing the storyline by choosing one sister to keep by your side while the other 6 return to their realm.

Now the question is where does the erotic content come in, and how do you recruit a demon sister per say?

Well simple, a battle against a sister can have 3 outcomes. The first one it’s that you lose against on of them, loosing a life with a total of 7 lives, then you’ll just go back in time before you engaged battle with her. Now having the choice to either skip or redo the battle. The second one is where you lose on your last life, causing the game to restart from the beginning. And third outcome is when you win against one of them, which unlocks a sequence. A sexual one at that, you’ll watch you customized character fuck the sister for about 2-10 minutes depending how well you did in the fight. The better the score, the longer the sequence. After your character ‘releases’ in her, a lewd crest will appear, making her your servant and consequently your ally for further battles.

Another fun gimmick to the game is that you can play as two character when enabling ‘Duo Mode’. Which will modify the sex scenes to make the two characters tag team the demon sisters.

As you finish customizing your characters…

Idia controlled his avatar, a silent and brooding high school student named Alex, in the battle tutorial.

You did the same, on the other hand you had chose a more confident avatar, named William.

Then as you both press start, the game began, the camera panning over the lavish halls of St. Diavolo’s Academy, where wealth and power seemed to be the currency of those who attended.

"Welcome, new students... to your new home," the voice of a sultry female announcer announced over the intercom.

“The graphics are nice.” You point out to Idia, amazed that the old console would have such nice ones.

Idia nodded briefly, admiring the high-quality graphics and immersive world of the game. "Yeah, pretty impressive," he muttered under his breath as he continued to guide Alex through the maze of corridors towards his shared dorms, with your avatar right behind his.

On the way there your avatars had encountered low level demons, and collected items and cards. But right before entering your shared dormitory, as you turned corner, you were suddenly ambushed by a group of demonic creatures led by Belle, the First Demoness—a seductive being with crimson wings and a wicked grin.

"So, newbies... ready to taste Hell's pleasures?" she purred, her voice echoing eerily in the empty hallway of the game, and for you and Idia, right out the screen.

Idia’s character, Alex, gritted his teeth as he fought back against the demonic horde, his fists flying fast and furious as he dodged and weaved through the onslaught of claws and tentacles. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he focused all his energy on survival.

Soon the brutal battle that left both avatar exhausted ended victorious, Belle’s tired form crumbled to the floor as the avatars panted heavily, their breathing labored in sync. Sound radiating from the console into your ears.

Alex's breathing gradually slowed down as he surveyed the defeated succubus lying before them. A cruel smirk spread across his lips as he turned to look at William, a mix of satisfaction and darkness in his eyes. "Well done, William," he managed to croak out between ragged breaths. "Now let's claim our reward."

Then a screen flashes, warning the player that the next scenes would contain explicit content. And after we press yes to continue, the art sly changes to a more detailed one and the scene begins in the boys dorm:

William nodded grimly, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps as he approached the fallen demoness. Without hesitation, he grabbed her slender waist roughly, lifting her up off the ground effortlessly before pressing their lips against hers forcefully. His tongue pushed past her parted lips, claiming her mouth as his hands roamed freely over her exposed skin.

Meanwhile, Alex's hands found their way under her skirt, gripping tightly onto her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her tights. He squeezed and massaged them possessively, moaning against her ear as he leaned closer.

Belles’s moans of surprise turned into a mixture of pleasure and pain as they continued their brutal assault on her fragile body. Her wings flailed helplessly as she struggled futilely against their hold while William's tongue ravaged her mouth relentlessly.

With a growl of satisfaction, William's hand pulled down his own pants and boxers, freeing his massive cock from its confines. It stood tall and hard against the cool air, throbbing with impatience.

Alex followed suit, pulling down his own pants and boxers, revealing his own impressive member—equally as thick and long as William's. Grinning evilly, he lined up the head of his cock at the entrance of Belle’s tight pussy before pushing hard

Belle’s screams of agony turned into moans of pleasure as their cocks penetrated her virgin flesh, stretching it to its limits. Her walls clamped tightly around them, milking every inch as they began to move in sync, their rapid thrusts matching the fast pace of their breathing.

As they fucked her relentlessly, their hips colliding with hers in rhythmic syncophrance, their seed mixed together inside her womb. Each powerful thrust brought forth another loud moan from the helpless succubus as she clawed at nothing air around her.

The scenes ends with a close up to the crest that formed on Belle’s womb, afterward the game returns to its regular visual. With now Belle as an ally to aid them with the next battle.

“Fuck, that was hot.” You admit to Idia, your eyes still glued at the screen.

Idia chuckled darkly, wiping sweat from his brow with a shaky hand. "Tell me about it," he croaked out between gasps for air, he had been holding his ever since the scene began. "But we're not done yet, there are six more of those fucking bitches left to deal with." He said trying to act though, but in reality he was embarrassed, due to the fact that he was painfully hard. Not only because of the explicit visual but the thought of you: That you were not only beside him at such close proximity but also probably wet from watching the scene yourself. ‘Good thing I’m still wearing my hoodie.’ He though as the oversized article was the one covering his erected member from you.

By the way Idia’s thoughts were correct, you were indeed wet. But to cover up that fact yourself you just try and continue the conversation. ”Yeah, you’re right!” You respond to his previous comment cheerfully.

Then you followed it by a nod in agreement, your own breath coming out in shallow gasps as you leaned against the wall behind you, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Let's get started then," you tell him.

Four hours later, the gaming session had ended.

About half way through the game, you guys had defeated the forth sister. But was now late, so Idia had to go back to his dorm. Before he left you gave him the herbal mix.

Idia had nodded gratefully, accepting the small bag of herbs from you with a tired smile. "Thank you, y/n," he gently says. "I'll use these tonight before bed." With a final wave goodbye, he gathered his left the building and started making his way back to his own dormitory, exhaustion weighing heavily on every step he took.

Idia was now laying down on his bed, still fully erect despite walking through the the cold of the night. The only reason behind it was that contrary to what you might have thought about him when he gently accepted your herbal mix,— the dude was going insane. Like bad shit crazy into his own thoughts.

‘You definitely knew he was the one who gave the game, and today’s game session was his punishing for lying and being a deranged pervert. But wait, you did say you found it cute when he broke in and stole your underwear, and he is more than sure you got off when you saw your panties full of semen from the way you reacted to the rough way your avatars were treating the demon sisters. Your little gasps, subtle moans, constant shifting around and rubbing of your thighs, yea he NOTICED, those little things drove him mad. And now adding all those things like together like puzzle pieces, Idia was now convinced that today wasn’t a punishment anymore. No, not at all, it was obviously you trying to seduce him, you knew he was the one who had been breaking in and doing despicable things to you. And this was totally your way to tell him, he could have his way with you, and that you would definitely be into it! It oblivious, how could he have been so dumb to overlook all of it, but not to worry, he was certainly going to fix his oversight now that he knew about it.’ — Yeah he had lost it.

It was past midnight,

when Idia returned to the Ramshackle, his steps silent as he approached your bedroom as he had successfully broke in for the third time. He thought about getting you better locks for a moment.

He carefully twist the handle of your bedroom door, having ensuring that Grim was fast asleep on duty outside before approach the room all together. Creeping inside, he made his way towards your sleeping form, admiring the sight of you peacefully resting in your cozy bed.

Idia's heart still raced at the thought of his next actions, even after his previous interactions.

He stood over your unconscious body, his cock still hard in his pants. With careful precision, he reached down and gently lifted your legs, taking off your shorts and panties, exposing your perfectly pussy. ‘Ready for the taking.’

He had lubed up his fingers with his spit, than he started stretching you out. Getting excited at every sounds you produced. And then when he had decided you were wet enough, he undid his belt and pulled down both his pants and boxers, taking them completely off.

Idia's breath caught in his throat as he positioned himself between your spread legs, lining up the head of his massive cock against your now wet pussy lips.

He teased you mercilessly by rubbing his tip in circles around your entrance, savoring the sounds of your soft moans as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

Without warning, he pushed hard, forcing his entire length to disappear inside your tight walls. A muffled gasp escaped your lips as he began to thrust rapidly, his hips moving in sync with the rhythm of their combined breathing.

And obviously with such a pace, you sub-consequently wake up.

Idia's heart nearly stopped as your body jerked awake, your beautiful eyes opening wide with confusion and fear in them. But those eyes quickly transformed into a mix of surprise and pleasure as you realized what was happening to you.

After observing your expressions, Idia's thrusts intensified, his hips hammering against your as he held onto your waist tightly, claiming your body fully. His cock stretched and filled your tight pussy walls, causing your breasts to jiggle enticingly with each powerful thrust

Idia's breathing grew more ragged as he began to degrade you verbally, his voice low and husky with lust. "You wanted this, y/n," he growled between heavy breaths. "You basically begged for it when you asked me to play that fucking game with you." His hips picked up the pace even further, his cock hitting your G-spot with every brutal thrust.

Despite being a total virgin, he had watch enough pornography to get an idea of what to do. And the rest of his moves came to him with the flow.

Idia switched positions, pulling out of you pussy with a wet pop before spinning around to face your ass. His hands gripped your plump ass cheeks roughly, lifting your hips upward as he lined up his cockhead against your tight hole. "Spread those legs wider, slut," he growled, his voice laced with pure malice. Without waiting for a response, he pushed hard, forcing entry into your pussy once more while simultaneously spanking your already-red ass cheeks harshly.

Your screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he began to ravage your pussy relentlessly form the new position, his hips moving in sync with the sound of your heavy breathing. His cock stretched your tight hole, causing your body to shake with each powerful thrust.

Idia's thrusts became more brutal as he reached climax, his cock pulsing inside your wet hole as he held onto your ass and breasts tightly. With a final grunt, he slowed down his pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, savoring the sounds of your moans. And as ecstasy hits you, he changes the position once more. Now having you fold in a mating press, pounding your hole with a care for you or the world around. As another orgasm builds up Idia's own release followed suit.

After you had squirted on his dick, he pulls out, exploding on your pussy and stomach. Saying something along the line of ‘you don’t deserve my cum in you right now, y’a haven’t been trained enough’.

Idia panted heavily as he pulled away from your exhausted body, he released your hips slowly, letting your now heavy feeling legs fall back down onto the mattress. Wiping sweat from his brow with a shaking hand and his dick with some tissues.

He reaches into his pocket and retrieved his magic pen. "That's enough for tonight, whore," he growled, his breathing now more even. But then his face gradually twisted to a warm smile.

"Sleep... sweet dreams," he muttered softly, waving the pen towards your head as he spoke the incantation for a sleep spell and a memory loss one. The room fell silent as your eyelids fluttered shut, your body relaxing fully under the effects of the magic.

This time Idia had remembered to lock the door as he left the Ramshackle. By now he had arrived back at his room in Ignihyde.

As Idia closed the door behind him, he leaned against it heavily, his heart racing in his ears as he tried to process what had just happened. He'd... he'd lost control. His mind replayed the events of the night—the gaming session, the fight with Belle, Scarlet, Beatrice, Levi, the sex scenes that came with, and especially how rough he'd been with you. Shock and horror washed over him as reality set in: he hadn't been himself tonight. He wasn't the shy, introverted boy everyone knew him to be. He had never behaved like this before—not towards anyone, let alone you.

Sure he had violated you before, but.. he had never been so mean about it.

But there was something about seeing you in tears... it brought out a darkness within him that he couldn't deny. A feeling of control and power that made him feel alive. As he walked to his bed, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of how easily you had succumbed to his twisted desires.

Meanwhile your mind might not remember the nights events in the morning, but your body sure will, due to its soreness and the sticky cum covering it.

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p.3 himbo!kirishima x petite!reader (gymbros series: rest day)

featuring aged up!kiri with growth spurt and long hair. i've actually had this in the drafts for a couple years, it's just that i didn't write an exposition and got straight to the point lmao. next part is on the way

warnings. nsfw, nearly f! oral, grinding, biting, mentions of mathematics

details. nsfw / gymbros with benefits/ aged up!kiri / fem!reader / mentions of f! masturbation / almost facesitting / mutual size kink / shy reader / support course student!reader / scars thirst / sharp teeth thirst / bakugou doesn't knock / 4.5k words

🤍 scenario series. part one / part two / kiri headcanons

more links. my ao3

The next few workouts grew increasingly more distracting and less efficient. Kirishima made it a point to talk more, get closer to you when not always necessary, and encourage you in ways he wouldn't use with other people who came to join.

You had moved to working out with varying amounts of Hero Course students that he introduced as his friends, too, all eager to meet you, in the Hero-specific gym.

This night wasn't the first time you visited his dorm room. The first was about five days prior when he invited you up to take a shower in his room.

Nothing 'happened,' but the whole experience was enough to fuel your fantasies for a few nights and make it evident that he wanted you, very badly and under any tangible excuse, in his bedroom.

It was Thursday night, and you had next to nothing else to do, so when he called, you picked up after a few rings and a deep breath.

(Y/n)!

He sounded so happy to say your name.

"Eijiro!" You smiled, not quite as excitable, but you did your best.

You busy tonight?

He laughed just off of the microphone, and you heard some other voices. He told one of them to shush, and another to go away. Your brow furrowed. It was one thing if he wanted you to come over, but another if you were hanging out with his friends.

Hello?

"Depends," You trailed, fingers fidgeting with your pajamas.

Iiiii was just wonderin' if you'd come hang for a while. No workout or anything.

His voice was a little sing-songy. It was extremely cute. While you were trying to rub the smile off of your face, he continued.

Just us.

"Yea-h," You answered, breathless.

It took a while to get ready to your liking after he let you off the phone. Thankfully, you showered earlier, so in the time it took to get dressed and out the door, he called again to ask if he needed to come get you.

You told him that wouldn't be necessary, as flattering as it was, and it took another minute to get him to hang up.

The Support Course housing wasn't too far away from his, you knew the way, and it was certainly not a dangerous walk, but when you turned the only corner of the walk, a familiar heavy-footed redhead was there to take you the remainder of the way.

"I should've walked with you the whole way!" He insisted when you told him his chivalry was appreciated, but not needed.

Surely he had safety as a primary concern. His Hero-centered brain was certain something might happen on the ten-minute walk over.

It was an animated walk to the dorms with this chatterbox next to you, but nothing compared to the chaos inside. Most students were gathered in the common area, loud and boisterous, all confirming your anxieties.

Kirishima picked up on this and kept a hand on your shoulder as you both passed, mostly unnoticed, through the busiest area near the entryway.

When the door closed, and the moment of relief was gone, you were a bit unsure of yourself. His company in public, or the gym, was one thing, but completely alone, behind a door?

You texted a friend where you were just in case.

But upon further inspection, he had prepared a silly movie and some snacks for you. His beanbag was what you were most excited about, but you kept it cool and only sat down at the soonest opportunity it could look natural. He took a seat on a small mat next to it and leaned on the bag. He was too big to share it with you but still wanted to be close.

The movie was menial compared to how much you both talked through it.

You got on the topic of perception and types, attractiveness, and the like. He had a difficult time understanding how you found him pretty and manly.

"What?" He laughed; he'd never been called that before. He liked it, but prompted you to explain.

He twisted his body to meet yours, already close on the floor right next to you.

"Well, you know-- you know," You tried to express, hand darting back to your side after leaving its resting place on his massive shoulder.

It was so much harder to compliment him when he wouldn't just take it. You sunk lower into the beanbag.

Part of him knew, you could hear it in the clip at the end of his sentences, a subtle request for you to keep making a fool of yourself.

"I don't think I do," He nabbed one of your wrists, his smile spreading when he found a similar one on your face and placed it back on his shoulder.

His eyes were eating you up, the inside of his own cheek offered as tribute in order to satiate his nerves.

"Well," You pushed a curious thumb into his ample flesh and tried to control a quick sigh, "You're... attractive."

"Attractive?" Kirishima repeated, amused and intrigued by your slow admission.

Quicker, a little panicked, you tried to rationalize it out loud, "Yeah, my friends think you are-- you're conventionally attractive, like it's not a secret or anything, everyone thinks you're hot."

An unsure hand slid, pressing here and there, over his squishy, thick bicep. You could barely fit your fingers all the way around it. There were an array of stretch marks, dark to light, all over his arms, chest, and on his tummy.

Maybe mentioning your friends was a wrong move, because now it sounded like you had gushed about him and showed pictures of him-- something you totally did do, but he didn't need to know that.

In your quick explanation, you couldn't keep quiet because you didn't want to hear his reply yet, so you just kept going, "A tall guy with huge muscles, and-- a big smile, with good hugs, who's really sweet, and considerate, and is open-minded and asks questions. I mean, who wouldn't like you?"

You had to suck in a breath, and in doing so, realized everything you said just as he did.

"Well, you make a pretty solid case," He laughed. He was blushing-- blushing, and had to look away from you.

This wasn't your first rodeo with a big guy, but it was certainly the most exciting. There was something about his soft, silly demeanor that held a chokehold on your heart.

He stood up and offered a hand to take you with him. But he pulled a tad too hard and you stumbled against him. He smiled, bashful still.

"What-uh, what else do you like?"

Your head was spinning. Maybe he wasn't so confident? Was that it? You were usually the one to break eye contact, but your clumsy, stupid words seemed to unlock the key to a shy side.

"U-hm," Eyes and fingers flitted up to his chest, then his broad shoulders, "I like... how strong you are."

Big hands squeezed around your waist, setting off a flurry of butterflies, and kept you plastered across his front, instead of your attempted distance.

"'Shouldn't tell me that," He muttered, fingers locked around each other on the curve of your spine.

You wanted to feel everything while you could-- you directed your touch to the back of his neck, and reached up as far as you could go with a face of focused concentration. Your voice was quiet, far away.

"Why not? It's true."

The grip pulling on you shifted and in seconds, he muscled you up by the ass to sit on his hips-- your thighs squeezed him but didn't need to when his grip was forcing you so hard against his cock.

He made a toothy grin at your shifting around, frantic grabbing, and looking down at the distant floor, "Gotta stay humble, man."

"Shut up," You couldn't look at his blacked-out pupils, so you opted for his mouth instead.

There were little scars all over his bottom lip, and when you started to glance around his handsome face, you realized there were many more.

You adjusted your hands around the back of his neck and, in the process of studying him, found a bigger one.

"Your eye," You took a thumb to his brow, concerned despite his small chuckle.

He closed his eyes to let you check out the shape, and you noticed he had a crooked nose. It looked like he'd broken it a few times, actually.

"That's from forever ago-- just my own shitty Quirk--,"

"Your Quirk isn't shitty." You stated, surprised a Hero Course student would bash on their own Quirk so casually.

His Quirk was, honestly, pretty cool. You wished you could do half of the things he could, and you were sure countless other students in his class felt the same way.

You rolled your hips up to lock your legs, "I like your Quirk."

He was so hot and firm, it was distracting-- you immediately needed to know if it would fit. A breathy laugh pushed past his lips and he looked down, away from you, with an identical thought.

Your lips were barely an inch apart when he looked back up, conflicted and bothered in many ways.

"I really like when you do that," He muttered, focused entirely on your glossy bottom lip.

You did a lot of things but boiled it down to either the grinding or the compliment.

"I...really like you, too--"

For some reason, his trailing off sounded like he was about to say 'but,' which didn't make any sense. You started to frown. You thought all the feelings were pretty uncomplicated, here.

"--But I wanted to take you to dinner, first."

A smile that was so big it hurt stretched across your face. That was the cutest, hottest thing you ever heard.

Your palm flattened against the side of his head and he followed your gentle lead, like a puppy on a leash, just happy to be there. Happy to please.

You considered it, only because he looked genuinely apologetic.

But he adjusted you a little on his hips, and his fingers were edging onto your bare skin, and you lost your train of thought.

"We can worry about dinner tomorrow," A mumbled solution was quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth-- you quickly learned that he was a messy kisser, but didn't have the energy to care.

Strawberry lipgloss smeared to oblivion, he left you breathless and pained when he pulled away to sit down and enjoy your flawless neck.

His lengthy time there, hands clawing the plush of your ass, forced you to sit still and pretty on top of his confined cock.

You pushed your forehead onto his oversized shoulder, panting already at the restraint and realization that you'd have to go out in public with huge splotches of purple and green all over your neck.

He sunk his teeth into you and closed his jaw, leaving deep, puffy lines in your skin-- you squirmed away with a shaky sound, but were only met with a forearm barring you in by the lower back.

"If you don't like it rough, you can always tell me to stop," He reminded you, playful and a little condescending.

If he was going to be filthy, you wanted to return the energy.

"Mm-mm," While he was more maneuverable, you took the opportunity to press another deep, needy kiss on his big, scarred lips, "Put those teeth to good use."

Kirishima almost shied away from your sugar-sweet tone, your sudden confidence in the face of words that he had to craft very carefully. His saving grace was your subtle confirmation.

"I knew you had a thing for my teeth," He stole a few more giggly kisses and was sure to carefully take your bottom lip.

It was technically a lie-- he didn't come up with that theory on his own. Sero had to bring it up with him after he noticed your fixation.

"I've got a thing for you," You admitted.

Your hands explored his broad back, trying to fight your squirming as he switched sides and started high on the other side of your neck. His excited chuckles buzzing against your heated skin were not making it easy.

His long hair kept getting in your face. Instead of blowing the locks away, you tracked your fingers up through the back and tugged it away, but it elicited an almost automatic motion in his hips, up into you.

You laughed at his failed grab up at your fist and, with the same mocking tone he used with you, chirped, "If you don't like it rough..."

"God, you're funny too--," Kirishima sighed and pulled your shirt over your head before you could object.

"Oh."

He must not have realized your common choice to go braless beforehand, because your blank torso left a funny, flushed look on his face.

It was hard to tell, though, and your immediate understanding of his surprise demanded an apology and crossed arms with an uncomfortable chuckle, "Sorry-- I think you've got me beat in cup size."

"No-nono, they're great, fantastic, amazing," He pulled on your arms and explained so quick you had to read his lips to understand him, "I didn't mean to- I'm just-- happy I don't have to struggle with a clip."

You had to wonder how many girls he'd been with, what his expectations were, because he clearly had some experience.

As he hoisted you up, light as a feather to him, to put you on your back, you wondered if he was good. If he'd be patient with the best and worst parts.

The mattress groaned beneath his weight as he wasted no time to shift over your pretty, raised chest. When he put a fraction of his body on you, you almost gave the same reaction.

His lips and tongue on your sensitive bud almost convinced you to not ask, but your body was screaming for him to get off.

"How much do you weigh?"

You raked your fingernails through his scalp with a labored inhale and felt him smile.

"290[131 kg], around there." He kissed the bitemark he left on your breastbone and switched sides.

Half of the time, you couldn't fathom how massive he was in comparison to you, so you didn't try. But now, with practically nothing else to do than compare, it was mindblowing.

If he wasn't careful, he might risk seriously injuring you. Rough, for his size and strength, might actually be dangerous. You cringed at how unsexy it sounded to suffer a torn muscle or a broken bone because you didn't know each other's limits.

"Still not where I want to be," His canine almost clipped you as he spoke, forcing you to flinch, "Trying to get to 300."

Your thighs squeezed around his torso, shamefully turned on by the risk. He made a grumbly, understanding groan on your breast with a dose of intense eye contact.

"You like big guys, huh?"

You huffed and pushed on his enormous shoulders, "Obviously."

Another kiss to the center of your chest gave way to lower and lower toothy, ruttish kisses. He loved the way you fueled his ego by acknowledging his size.

"Can I--," You sighed, not wanting to be picky, but concerned for your pussy with his combined leverage and clumsy habits in this position, "Can I sit on your face--?"

"Yes."

That was a lot easier than you anticipated. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, determined to not let you move without his manual aid, and fell onto his back.

He was very pretty under you.

Hair splayed out, at least before he started to tie it up, his impressive body all exposed for you to admire and touch, his eyes glued to only you.

You didn't want to part from the print in his sweatpants, perfectly content grinding on it instead, but he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and pulled you up.

As disappointed as you were to part, you knew you needed this so it'd fit easier.

It took a moment to find the tiny zipper of your skirt, but when you did, Kirishima moved your hands away and did it himself, grinning at your cute frown.

"You gotta get used to me doing things for you, baby," He dropped them off of the side of the bed.

"Baby?" You repeated to yourself, more focused on the name and insinuation that he wanted to do this regularly than his head between your thighs.

He brought you out of your spinning head with a long, slow kiss to your thigh, longer and slower than he originally intended, because now he wanted to mark all of you up.

Another bite reminded you--

"Be careful with your teeth- please."

The chewing on your other leg paused, and he chuckled against it, "Of course."

A slow, gentle kiss through your thin, soaked undies, "I'm real careful when I wanna be."

Your posture struggled to stay up already. You took a fistful of his hair and screwed up his ponytail as his arms held you down, fingers hooked into the fabric.

The sharp, invasive noise of a door opening and a familiar, scratchy voice shot your body with a stiffness you had never felt before.

"Hey Dumbass, let's get this over with already, I wanna--,"

Two pairs of red eyes widened at the same exact time as you caught your breath to scream bloody murder.

Kirishima pushed you into the mattress with a Hero-like quickness, shushing your shrill curses and smothering your body with his comforter and own body.

It was far too late. Bakugou was standing stock-still at the open door, hand struggling to find it again in order to close it, while he stared open-mouthed and beet red at his buddy.

Despite you yelling at him to get out, fuck off, get lost, and the like, he only listened to Kirishima when he was told to, 'Wait outside the door for a sec, man.'

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," He leaned over you, breathing hard and on the verge of tears, "It's okay, you're okay--,"

"It's not!! It's not! You didn't lock the door?!"

"The dorms here don't have locks," He explained, way too calm for your liking.

You repeated, 'Don't have locks,' until you could find another thing to focus on.

"He saw me," You got worked up again, sniffling, "He--,"

"Awww, nonono," Kirishima lifted you up into a strong hug and kissed the side of your head, "I promise he doesn't care, baby. He's not that kinda guy."

It was too much, you were just with him in the gym and now he saw you, completely nude, sitting on his best friend's face. You wanted to leave immediately.

"I'm gonna talk to him, okay?"

He tried to let you go, but you stayed latched on, making him laugh. He grabbed a stray shirt from his bedframe and smelled it, then offered it as a replacement.

You first wiped the tears off of your face with it, hasty and angry, then mumbled as he stood back up, "Beat him up or something."

"I'll try," He joked and gave your leg a little rub before leaving to meet Bakugou in the hall.

His absence was sobering.

The very first thing you did was shimmy yourself into his gigantic t-shirt, with an obnoxiously long inhale through the dark grey cotton. His scent was like a shot of morphine.

Then, you sat very still, his collar over your nose, comforter still confining you like a caterpillar, to listen to the sounds of hushed voices right outside the door.

Why the hell didn't you knock--?

Don't get pissy at me! You're not supposed to have chicks in your room!

Bro, you KNEW how I felt and you KNEW she was over.

And YOU knew that Stats assignment was due at six. YOU asked ME to come over at 5.

It wasn't quite Kirishima throwing punches, but he did sound upset for you. You linked your fingers together and stared at the door.

I thought I made it pretty clear what I'd be doing for the next few hours, man.

No, No, No, and you still haven't. Looks like you beat the shit out of her! What the hell is on her neck?!

Dude, come on, you've never seen a hickey? Oh, waaait--

Don't.

There was a moment of tense quiet, and you were still holding out hope for Kirishima to kick his loud friend's ass, but it never came.

Let's just hurry this up.

The doorknob twisted then returned without opening. You pulled the shirt back down where it was supposed to go. More heated words, then Kirishima reappeared with an initial look that could kill. It was replaced with a polite, mom-pleasing smile at you.

"Hi," He waved, then glanced behind the door, "I hate to ask, but--"

"Move." Bakugou reappeared and didn't even spare a glance in your direction.

Despite Kirishima's warnings, went straight to the desk and sat a bag down, his permanent grumpy face no indicator of what he was thinking or what he felt.

Instead of joining him, Kirishima sat on the mattress next to you, found your skirt in the process, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Like I said, he doesn't care," He rolled his eyes back to Bakugou, then sighed at how adorable you looked in his bed and the blunt pain in his pants.

His hand rested on the side of your face, the pad of his thumb dusting over your puffy bottom lip. He leaned in to kiss you.

"Oh my god, let's go," Bakugou clicked on the online assignment.

"Would you chill the fuck out?" Kirishima spat, his face dropped to one of bitter annoyance.

Red flag or not, you couldn't tell through your rose-colored glasses. You liked how upset he got over not spending alone time with you right now.

Even Bakugou, who knew him a lot better, a lot longer, than you, looked surprised to hear that tone leave his mouth.

Ever trifling, he shook it off and reminded him as he walked over, "Coulda done this shit two weeks ago."

As they shared more passive-aggressive words, you realized all you could do was sit there and stare at a wall. Your phone was on the desk next to Bakugou's hip, so there was no quality distraction for you.

You started counting the stripes on your skirt, then pleats, then stitches.

That got boring, so you started trying to look at what was on the shirt he gave you. Some old red guy.

He had the same old Hero on a few posters in his room. Crimson Riot-- you realized he must've modeled his whole Hero theme from him. The name and vibe were pretty similar.

He had a lot of pillows. Your understanding was that guys usually had two, or just one. But he had seven on his bed. Maybe he had sleeping problems? Or maybe he just liked pillows. Hopefully not like that.

You wondered why he kept someone like Bakugou around as a best friend. You were still pissed off at him, so it was hard not to stare, but you could get away with steeping in your frustration a while longer.

Not only was their Class better-known throughout the school for being really stupid and really great, but Bakugou was the acme of stupid and great, so every rumor and preconception you had was confirmed, so far, with his behavior. Just as much of an asshole as everyone says.

But it must've meant something that Kirishima liked him. Either Kirishima was meaner than he was letting on, or Bakugou was nicer. You hoped it was the latter.

They were stuck on a problem, and while Kirishima didn't seem to care so much, Bakugou was losing it over his own answer being wrong.

Apparently, their assignments had slightly different questions. Modeled the same, but with different values. And Bakugou couldn't figure this one out.

You got tired of hearing him repeat himself, how he had to be right, how the person who made this version of the assignment put something in wrong.

Although you had different teachers for Statistics, the material couldn't have been entirely dissimilar. You stood and realized you didn't even need the skirt-- his shirt was like a sundress.

"I didn't think Hero Course students took normal subjects," You tiptoed over to the desk, on the opposite side as Bakugou, and kept your eyes fixated on the problem on the screen.

Maybe if Kirishima wasn't distracting you, you weren't distracting him.

You mumbled under your breath, "Events which occur randomly... rate r counted over... period of length s so... event count X is Poisson...Find P of X is 2, X is... okay, ummmm," You tucked your lip between your teeth and stole the paper from Bakugou's side to record all of the given elements of the question.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as you started explaining in much clearer detail what they all stood for, why it seemed like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, and answered his sometimes mind-bogglingly stupid questions with enviable patience.

It was starting to become obvious that Kirishima was not perfect. He even struggled with basic math.

One could argue that based on the number of times you caught him looking at the hem of his shirt on your thigh, it was safe to assume that maybe he had something else on his mind, too.

"Sooo, that would mean...?"

Kirishima leaned forward, two strong forearms on either side of you, to type his answer into the box.

Your tummy was doing flips as he rolled his chair closer, face pressed into your waist.

A little green checkmark appeared. He pulled you in by the opposite hip and kissed your side while Bakugou snatched up the work you helped Kirishima do.

"You're such a good teacher," Was mumbled low and smiley into the softness of your waist-- you cringed away, but once again, he held you still.

Bakugou didn't acknowledge it. But he didn't shoo you away or make any comments when Kirishima tugged you into his lap.

First, you shoved his shirt down so there wasn't a repeat of last time, and then, you tried to keep your pitiful protests to yourself once he started bouncing his leg up and down.

He pressed you to the edge of the desk so he could still write and type while Bakugou basically just told him what to do.

After that question, there weren't any more mistakes that needed fixing.

Which was fortunate considering that you would be incapable of forming a cohesive sentence. The constant force of his thigh was absolute heaven against your neglected pussy.

You kept face until Bakugou began to gather his things to leave. When he turned to place a textbook in his bag, Kirishima snaked an arm around your waist and started to add to the marks he left on your neck earlier.

Your thighs squeezed and you clawed at his knee and his wrist. He bit your ear in return and shoved his face into your hair.

The blond slung his bag over his shoulder.

Kirishima briefly came back to the real world with a quick dap-up and, "Take care, dude. See ya tomorrow."

"Yeah," Bakugou glanced at you, then back at his buddy, "Be safe."

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thissortofsorcery · 9 months

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For the soft asks, could you please do 30 and/or 16 with Harringrove? You can do either one or both in the same if you want, I just really like both of those and you're such a good writer so I can't wait to see what you do with them 💚💚

So, um. It's a month and ten days later. I'm still gonna answer all of these! I'm going through rough time with writing and it's taking me a while.

This one's just for you though!!!! I did both 30 and 16, and I hope you enjoy it. Again, I tried to keep it short but it, um. Got away from me. And I added a little bit of angst. Just a smidge.

For context, the setting is a modern college and-they-were-roomates AU sort of thing.

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Steve's talking to some chick.

She's pretty, Billy thinks, in the same way Nancy Wheeler is. Tiny, brunette, with huge eyes and dainty, bird-bone wrists, swallowed up by a cable-knit sweater.

And Steve's smiling at her with that wide, pleased smile he sometimes gets when he and Billy are alone and the lights are low, the one that Billy never gets tired of looking at, the only time he's sorry to kiss Steve, doesn't want to wipe that look off his face.

Billy spots them from outside the coffee shop.

On Thursdays, Billy has his shift at the library until six, and Steve gets off class at five. Steve always waits for him at the campus coffee shop so they can walk to the dorms together. He's been doing that since before they started hooking up.

He isn't expecting to find Steve chatting up a girl when he's supposed to meet him, though. Jealousy hits him like a punch to the sternum, leaves him breathless and stunned. He knows he should walk away, but he can't unstick his feet from the sidewalk and force himself to move.

They're leaning against the high, long table by the window, standing close to each other. Steve's talking with so much enthusiasm that Billy would be laughing with him if he wasn't watching him talk to someone else. The girl seems plenty amused, though.

Billy's always known he liked Steve more than Steve liked him. There was no way he'd like Billy like– like this. Like Steve's the only voice he can't go a whole day without hearing. Like his heart's breaking is his chest at the sight of Steve flirting with someone else.

They haven't talked about what they were to each other, yet, not explicitly. But Billy's been hoping, like a fucking idiot.

Billy breathes hard through his nose, and reaches for his cigarettes. He can feel himself getting worked up. He's not gonna be able to let this go. The ache is turning into anger in his chest, bubbling up to his throat. He's not gonna be able to keep it civil with Harrington when he gets back to the dorm after his date, and this is either gonna turn into a fight or Billy's gonna call it quits before he's even through the door.

Billy's done watching his dating life go up in flames, so he's gonna go to Heather's dorm to see if she has any booze and ice cream. He turns around to leave when a shoulder checks into him hard, knocking his bag to the sidewalk, and his cigarette with it. His temper's already shot, frayed by a long afternoon listening to an asshole professor that didn't want to teach, so he yells out an, "Asshole!" to the guy's back. The dude doesn't even turn around to give Billy the middle finger. Bitch.

Billy shrugs his bag back on, and turns around to see that Steve's staring at him through the window.

Well, fuck.

Steve doesn't look caught out, though, he's smiling wide and waving frantically for Billy to come inside, not at all deterred by his scowl.

What the fuck, right? They can do this in public if Steve wants to.

Billy shoves his way into the coffee shop, adding sway on his hips to show Steve just what he's missing, and goes straight for them.

He's not expecting Steve to take his hand, lace their fingers together, and say, "Billy, this is Amanda from my Child Psych class. Amanda, this is my boyfriend, Billy."

His what?

"What?"

The girl giggles, a melodious, sweet laugh, and gives him a wave and a smile.

"He's been talking about you for like twenty minutes!" She says, hiding a smile behind her coffee mug. "Well, actually, since the semester started, but for the last twenty minutes, too! It's nice to meet you, finally."

On the outside, Billy's quick to recover, but inside, he's still reeling. He can turn on the charm and greet her, but he can't get his bearings about what he just walked into.

"Nice to meet you," Billy says, quirking his lips into a smirk. He adds a wink for good measure and hopes they chalked up any of his off behavior to being shoved outside, and not to being a jealous dick. He leans hard against Steve, squeezing his hand. Steve squeezes back, rubs his thumb over Billy's, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

"He says you have good taste in music," Amanda says, and her eyes are huge in her small face, to match her excited smile. "My friends and I are going to see Greta Van Fleet this weekend, and two of them backed out, so they're selling their tickets. Steve's been telling me you liked the band, so if you guys wanna come with us, I can totally text Cassie to hold onto them for you!"

Steve got him concert tickets?

Steve was getting him concert tickets?

"Are you serious?" Billy says, looking between Amanda and Steve, who's watching him with the widest grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. He wraps an arm around Billy and kisses him on his stunned forehead. He can't believe he thought Steve was chatting her up, and he was getting Billy concert tickets. "Steve, shut up, are you serious?"

"Yeah, Bill, we're serious," Steve says. "Amanda came to talk to me after class because I've been rambling to her about you and your playlists since I met her."

"Apparently we have the same Ratt tshirt," She says, shaking her head at Steve, "And I've been harassing him with my musical knowledge because my partner cannot hear anymore about it."

Billy's eyes narrow at Steve.

"Is that how you've keeping up with everything I've been saying about the music I like?"

Steve just shrugs, looking guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sell you out!" Amanda cries, clutching her chest. "Don't be mad at him, though, he's just a good listener."

Billy looks at Steve, with his wide smile and his kind eyes, the hair he obsesses over so much falling just so over his eyes. He wants to kiss him so bad.

"Yeah," Billy says, and he can't help but match that smile with his own. "He is."

They say their goodbyes, and Amanda promises to text Steve the information they need to get the tickets as soon as her friend responds.

Steve holds Billy's hand all the way back to the dorms. Billy doesn't let go of it for anything.

As soon as they're through the door, Billy shoves Steve back against it, presses their bodies together, swallows his gasp into his own mouth. Their lips meeting is the sweetest caress, the first breath of air after being underwater, and Billy lets the sensation of Steve's body against his, always so warm, wash over him, make him shiver. He can't get enough of Steve, needs to touch him everywhere. Billy's hands cup his face and circle his waist, his hips, anywhere they can find skin, needing to feel him, real and close.

Steve holds him just as tight, tries to pull him closer. He's already buried a hand in Billy's hair, a favorite of his, knowing just how much to pull on it to make Billy sigh or whine.

Billy pulls back, makes the kiss gentler, less hurried. Gives Steve little pecks on the corner of his mouth, makes him chase Billy's lips.

"You got me concert tickets," Billy says between kisses, nose rubbing against Steve's.

Steve hums, both in agreement and because he's pleased, having caught Billy's bottom lip between his own. "Yeah. 'Course."

"You're so…" Billy cuts himself off with a laugh, and kisses Steve again, licking into his mouth. "I can't fucking believe you."

Can't believe I have you.

Steve called him his boyfriend.

"Steve…" Billy pulls back, doesn't open his eyes. Can't help the smile that spreads across his mouth as he says, lips still close to Steve's. "You called me your boyfriend."

Billy feels Steve's answering grin against his lips, against the kiss he's pressing to them.

"Well yeah, you're what, my study partner?"

Billy laughs, a soft, quiet thing, that's not less happy for how low it is.

"Don't think we've ever studied anything."

Steve kisses him again, and Billy is distracted for a second, eyes falling closed to the feeling of Steve's lips catching against his.

"We studied anatomy, I think," He laughs, pressing another slick kiss to Billy's mouth. "And um, electricity."

"Electricity?" Billy laughs, opening his eyes to peek at Steve's face, and finds that wide, pleased smile he fell in love with, that he thinks he can't live without seeing.

"Yeah," Steve says, and laces their fingers together, sending a shiver down Billy's spine. "Do you feel it?"

Billy looks up at him, caught in that soft, brown-eyed gaze. Jesus, but Billy could look at him forever.

"Yeah," Billy says. "Yeah, I feel it."

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This is in no way inspired by the Greta Van Fleet album that came out yesterday and the fact that I think modern Billy would be a super fan.

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brrbrina · 1 year

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this town. joe burrow x reader

pairing: joe burrow x reader

a/n: this is my first writing something!! i love reading and i love joe, i hope you guys enjoy this little chapter as a beginning of something i hope to write during my spring break. feedback is well received 😊

How far will you go for love?

How far will you let yourself go for the person you love the most?

You couldn’t recall when loneliness became sunshine and when long awaken nights became nights stargazing in the back of a truck as she was blushing “you do know that no amount of stars compare to how my eyes shine when they see yours, right?”.

Life was full of moments like this. that was until you went to college, Louisiana was the city that gave you everything to leave Dallas behind. they had a plan, you would go to college, he would work at his dad's sauce business near Austin, and everything would work out, right?

“What are you doing this Thursday?” “I have to study but I think I’ll finish by 9, what do you have in mind? “I´d love to see your face even if it was on a screen” “It´s a date then”.

“I´m so sorry baby I didn´t realize I would finish this late” you said staring at the clock beside her desk, calling your lover on the other side of the phone. 11:37 pm. “I think I´m going to get to sleep, I have a big test tomorrow but i promise as soon as I finish with these exams, I´m all yours baby” that wasn´t a lie, there wasn’t a day where you wouldn’t dream of seeing his bright brown eyes and chocolate alike hair. however, you couldn’t deny they were different, you met at an ice cream shop last year and even though they didn´t care about a long-distance relationship, something deep down inside her felt like both of them cared.

There were times when you didn’t know where this relationship was headed, were you insane for thinking you could really work it out?

“Hey y/n, you going to the game tonight?” Sophie, your roommate said as she enter your dorm and started looking at her closet looking for something yellow and purple. “Uhm I don’t know, I let river down on our facetime date and I really want to call him” “Oh come on! live a little, you can´t be glued to your phone waiting for him all the time, plus I really want you to meet my friend joe” “we´ve talked about this before, i have a boyfriend sophie, besides you said joe was the quarterback, how am i supposed to meet him if he´s playing” You said laughing staring at your phone hoping the screen would light up “So you do want to meet him” Sophie said looking at you with a grinning smile “I do not!!” You laughed “Please come with me just this one time, your dad would be so happy his little girl was enoying her college life”, That was true, your dad wanted the best for you, that’s why your family moved form mexico to the us when you were little “Don´t bring my dad into this” “I´ll leave him alone if you accept to come with me, por favor” she said making puppy eyes. “fine I´ll go” you said standing to look for something to wear “yes! I promise you won’t regret this” sophie said as she hugged you.

“There’s no harm in meeting people”, that's what your head keep saying to you.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x latina reader #joe burrow blurb

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Trick Me

Trick or Treat Thursday, October 5, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: You ask Dalton a question that he can't answer. When you ask him to lie to you, you both trick yourselves.

Warnings: angst (sorry), Chris is the only one who knows how to act right. 0.6k+ words.

A/N: I can't decide if I want Trick or Treat Thursdays to tie together; should next week's fic pick up where this ends? Or do a different stand-alone fic? Please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy.

Dalton answers the door after your second knock, smiling when he sees you.

“Trick or treat?” you ask.

Laughing, Dalton gestures for you to come inside. He sits at his desk, facing you where you sit on his bed.

“Sorry for stopping by unannounced,” you say.

“No need to apologize; you’re always welcome here.”

You nod, looking down at your interlaced fingers. “I have something I want to talk to you about, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. And I don’t want to ruin what we have or change how you think about me.”

Dalton leans forward and takes one of your hands in both of his. “You can tell me anything. I’m not going anywhere; you’re stuck with me.”

Smiling, you gather your courage and blurt out, “I like you. Romantically, I mean. And if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. I just didn’t think it was fair to not tell you. But, like you said, nothing has to change.” You blow out a big breath as you finish. “Sorry.”

Dalton looks between your eyes and hands, sending you an apologetic glance as someone knocks on the door.

“Chris, can you give us just a few minutes? We’ll meet you downstairs,” he says.

“Sure.” Chris looks past him and gives you a look like she knows what you’re doing. Sending you an encouraging nod, she walks away, and Dalton closes the door again.

“So, you like me?” Dalton confirms.

“I do.”

Dalton runs his hand through his hair as he steps toward his bed. Grasping your hands, he pulls you to your feet, his hands moving to your waist as he looks down at your lips.

“What if I’m scared for things to change?” Dalton whispers.

“They don’t have to. But we can do whatever we want, together.”

Dalton wastes no time kissing you. His hands squeeze your waist, his lips moving against yours like your missing piece. The kiss is far too short, but Dalton pulls back, his hands slipping from your body.

“I can’t give you the answer you want to hear,” Dalton says, his hands pushing through his hair again.

Your heart falls to the floor, and you bite your lip to avoid asking why.

“Lie to me then,” you beg. “Don’t tell me no; tell me not yet if you have to.”

“We can never be together. I’m bad for you and it’s only a matter of time before you realize.”

“Dalton, please.”

“I’m sorry.”

You take a deep breath and walk out, wiping your tears on your way to your dorm. In your heartbreak-driven rush, you don’t notice Chris standing outside Dalton’s door.

“Why did you lie to her?” Chris demands.

“She told me to,” Dalton answers, his hands pulling at his hair. His eyes are glassy, but he tries to hold true to what he said, even if it killed a part of him to run you off like that.

“Dalton,” Chris sighs.

“I told her the truth, Chris. I am bad for her.”

“That’s not your choice, Dalton. Besides, you did lie when you said, ‘We can never be together.’ How many times have you asked for my help telling her how you feel?! What happened to that guy?”

“Chris, don’t.”

“She won’t wait forever, Dolphin.”

“I know. She shouldn’t have to, either.”

Chris looks at Dalton’s face, how he won’t meet her eyes, and feels terrible for him. But she knows tough love is the only way to bring her best friends back together.

“She will never trust anyone enough to give the option of ‘trick’ again. Unless you find her and tell her the truth,” Chris says. “I’m going to go see her; I won’t tell her we talked, but you both deserve a treat: each other. We can all see it.”

Chris walks out, and Dalton looks at the picture of you on his wall, with his feelings poured into every pencil line. He never should have lied, but he doesn’t think he deserves you, so now you’re both tricking yourselves.

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WIP not-Wednesday

I was going to post this, but I took the path of the sleepiest guy in existence and ended up going to sleep instead of posting so let's all pretend it is not thursday for the sake of me breaking my silence.

More Spider-Man AU! Which needs to be a lot closer to finished than it currently is but we keep working

One could say that Henry’s dating experience has been greatly hindered by being gay and by being so deeply in the closet with his own family that it took him moving to another country to even contemplate going out with a man one time. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t had some experience, he has had his encounters with storage rooms, college dorms and guys that are surprisingly skilled for a “exclusive straight.” But he hasn’t really dated. Which means that there is a reason that explains why he can’t stop pacing the length of his room (is at most five steps), sweating like he had just ran a whole marathon in the summer heat and nervous like a teenage girl who has never been to the movies alone before as he waits for Alex’s text telling him that he has arrived to pick him up. Pick him up for their date.Because they seem to date now, and they both wanted to go on a date, and Alex asked him to go on a date and christ, he needs to get a grip before Alex arrives.

So, I have acumulated a few tags over the past weeks, so bear with me, I'll use all of 'em, so: @littlemisskittentoes @myheartalivewrites @rockyroadkylers @gayrootvegetable @suseagull04 @wordsofhoneydew @heybuddy-drabbles @affectionatelyrs @14carrotghoul @happiness-of-the-pursuit thanks for tagging me!! and consider this your tag back for Sunday! or Next week!

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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part eleven

Slow burn

WC: 3.3k (3,392)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: Mentions of food

Summery: Chan comes up with a plan and to keep it a secret Hyunjin takes you out on a spa date

Chapter Eleven “Hyunjin’s Date”

Chan’s pov-

Y/n was asleep in my arms like always but I still could not sleep. I hate knowing that she felt alone. I could see the hurt behind her eyes when she talked about it. It is too bad there is nothing I can do about it. Or is there. I softly turned a little to reach for my phone, careful not to wake up y/n. I went into the groupchat with all the guys but not with y/n and started typing .

Thursday 9:41 am

Hannie🐿️: Idk bro y/n gives amazing head

Minnie🐶: Jisung shut the fuck up

Hannie🐿️: Whatever you're just jealous

Minnie🐶: Just hurry up I want to get to the studio

Hannie🐿️: Okay okay i’m coming

Binnie🐰: With both of you just get here already

Minnie🐶: Yeah I was just setting up our little I.N. with y/n

Chan🐺: Ooo do tell

Minnie🐶: Well since you need me at the studio I can't go to the fair with Innie so I asked y/n to go with him

Innie🦊: And she said yes

Chan🐺: Of course she would say yes why wouldn't she

Innie🦊: I don't know it was still nerve wracking though

Minnie🐶: You will be fine, also Jisung and I are on our way to the studio now

Binnie🐰: Finally

Thursday 10:37 pm

Chan🐺: Guys I want to ask you something

Min🐱: What is it?

Jinnie🥟: Very ominous of you but go ahead

Chan🐺: Okay so you know how we have that extra room we use as storage?

Min🐱: Obviously, come on Channie get on with it

Binnie🐰: I agree you're really dragging this out

Chan🐺: Assholes

Chan🐺: Anyways, y/n was telling me that she had to stop by her apartment today because she needed some stuff but she felt really alone without us, so I was thinking since she stays here anyways and since she is going to be working with us soon we could redecorate it and move some of her things in for her so she can stay here but feel like she has a place to call her own to do whatever and she would have her things.

Hannie🐿️: That's so cute Chan

Lixie🐥: Awe she would love that

Innie🦊: She would she did seem off when she came back to the dorm

Chan🐺: Okay yay so what I was thinking is one of you could distract her while the rest of us work on it tomorrow

Jinnie🥟: I call dibs, I want to take her on a date after my stunt this week

Minnie🐶: But I want to take her out

Chan🐺: You both can but I think Hyunjin should take her out, Seungmin I am going to need your help keeping everyone else on track

Minnie🐶: Fine but I want to plan something for saturday with her

Chan🐺: That's fine, you can but I need you tomorrow

Minnie🐶: oaky Channie

Jinnie🥟: Yaayyy!!!

Now knowing that I could help y/n I put my phone down and I was able to sleep.

Y/n’s pov-

I woke up to Chan and I wrapped around each other. He was already awake and on his phone quietly, I looked over at him and he just gave me the warmest smile.

“Good morning doll.”

“Good morning Channie.” I said, curling into his side more. “Do you have any plans for the day?” I asked him.

“Yeah I actually have to go to the studio later sadly.” He said looking at me

“Oh okay.” I said, smiling at him.

I wish I could spend more time with him but because he is the leader he has a lot of responsibilities and I do not want to get in the way.

“Why don't we go see the rest of the boys?” He said pulling me into him.

“Okay, yeah lets go.” I said before getting up.

Chan followed after me, also getting out of bed and walked with me to the kitchen with his hand around my waist. When we entered the kitchen everyone was already in there but we all still had on our pajamas.

“Good morning.” I said to the room filled with everyone.

“Good morning jagiya.” Jisung said.

“Good morning sunshine.” Felix said after.

The whole room followed by greeting Chan and I. Suddenly Hyunjin comes over standing on my side opposite of Chan. He just had on a long bathrobe and his hair was down looking slightly messy like he just used his fingers to comb through it.

“Hey pretty, I still feel bad about the other morning.” Hyunjin said from beside me.

“Jinnie, I already told you it is okay.” I said, giving him a smile.

“I know, I know but can I take you out today to make up for it?” He asked, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I looked over at Chan and he gave me a slight nod while squeezing my waist that he was still holding to tell me it was okay.

“Yes Hyunjin, I would love that.” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Once again all eyes were on us as everyone smiled.

“Perfect, go get ready and I will do the same. Dress comfortably.” Hyunjin said before disappearing to his room.

I nodded at him letting out a hum so he would know I understood and then I gave Chan a kiss before going back to his room to get ready. I took a shower first just to wash my body. When I got out of the shower I braided my hair loosely and then did some light makeup. I went to my designated drawers and picked out a pair of black leggings and a black tank top. I then put a cream colored sweater over it and just put on my black converse. I paired it with my everyday jewelry and left the room. When I entered the kitchen everyone was still there just talking among themselves and Hyunjin was by Felix’s side now dressed as well. He and Chan were the first two to notice my presence looking over at me. Hyunjin was wearing a pair of deep gray jeans and a black sweater.

“You dress comfortably and still look amazing pretty.” Hyunjin said, looking at me.

“He is not wrong.” Lee Know chimed in.

“Thank you.” I said blushing slightly.

Hyunjin came back over to me taking my hand before leaching a chast kiss on it.

“Well we are off. Don't wait up.” He said winking before basically dragging me out of the dorms.

He led me out of the building and into the car. He told the driver where to go and then brought his attention back to me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me.

“I am good Jinnie, I am excited to see what we do today.”

“You will love it. First we are getting breakfast though.” He said smiling.

He grabbed onto my hand tight and cuddled into my side cleansing his head on my shoulder. I obviously knew Hyunjin was sweet but he has never been like this with me. He was always very forward and flirty so it was cute to see this side of him. He stayed cuddled into my side humming as we drove. When we arrived he got out first and took my hand. He brought me to a little coffee shop.

“Come on pretty.” Hyunjin said, pulling me into his side as we entered.

We both studied the menu for a moment before he looked at me.

“Do you know what you would like?” He asked.

“Yeah, a coffee and a bagel.”

“Okay perfect, I will order, go pick out a seat.” He said releasing me from his hold.

I nodded before turning around to find a place to sit. There were a few places to sit seeing as the majority of people were taking their orders to go. I decided it was best to be safe and I chose the table all the way at the back in a dark corner. I sat there patiently waiting until Hyunjin arrived.

“Here you go pretty.” He said placing my food and drink in front of me.

“Thank you.” I said smiling. “I hope this seat is okay, I know you guys have to be private about your life, especially if you're with me.”

“It is perfect, and honestly I should care but I don't. So what, if anyone asks I am getting to know my new makeup artist is that a crime.” He said in a flat tone clearly meaning that he does not care.

“I appreciate it but I do not want any of you getting in any trouble over me.” I said reaching across to hold his hands in mine. “Don't worry Jinnie, I understand it okay?”

“Yeah, thank you. How did we get so lucky? Your understanding, caring, kind, beautiful, and overall amazing.”

“Thank you Jinnie, but you guys have done so much for me as well you're all amazing and caring and just everything about you I adore.” I said, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Thank you pretty. Let's eat, I have something else planned after this too.” He said, smiling brightly.

“Okay, thank you.” I said smiling as well letting go of his hands.

We both ate our food and took our coffee with us on the drive to the next place. Once again I was holding Hyunjin’s hand while he rested his head on my shoulder. This ride was a bit longer as I took in the scenery passing by us. Soon the car came to a stop and Hyunjin got out first again. He took my hand and led me inside. He walked up to the receptionist and gave her his name for the appointment and she disappeared into one of the back rooms.

“Ready pretty?”

“Yeah, but what should I be ready for?”

“Its a spa”

“Awe Jinnie, this is amazing. Thank you.” I said hugging him.

The receptionist came back a few moments later.

“Right this way.” She said, leading us into the room she was just in.

When I walked in I could see it was equipped with everything you could need to have an amazing spa day. Two massage tables, two wash bowls, a nail station. It was perfect.

“You may change into these robes and then our masseuses will be in shortly.” The receptionist said motioning to whe robes on the tables.

She left the room and I went over to Hyunjin and gave him a hug.

“Thank you Jinnie.” I said with my head in his chest.

“Anything for you, pretty.” He said bringing me in tighter before he released me and started looking around. “Hey, do you want me to turn around so you can change?” He asked, clearly concerned about making me uncomfortable.

“I am okay with it if you are.” I said, giving him a smile.

“Okay, y-yeah.”

I started undressing, happy that I wore a cute matching pair of underwear. I had on a black lace bralette and matching panties. I took off my shirt first and Hyunnin was staring at my chest but I did not mind. Next I slowly took off my leggings bending down to get them over my ankles. When I looked up Hyunjin was still looking at me. He came over and approached me eagerly, placing one of his hands on my cheek and the other on the small of my back connecting our lips instantly. He was so intense with it but I soon melted into the kiss until he started moving down my jaw onto my neck.

“You're…so…beautiful.” He said between each kiss down my throat.

“Thank you, but Hyun we need to get our robes on, they could be here any minute.” I said breathless.

“You're right. You're just so addicting.” He said leaving one last peck on my lips before breaking away.

I put on my robe and looked over at Hyunjin who had started undressing. He pulled off his sweater revealing his body to me. He was toned, they all were considering the fact they were idols, a piece of information that keeps slipping my mind. His arms were toned, not too big like Changbin’s but still muscular. He had abs but they didn't look too hard. I could still imagine laying my head on his stomach comfortably. I could feel myself blush but he paid me no mind and started to undo his belt. He pulled down his jeans and folded them, putting them aside. I could see the outline of him. He was a little longer than Jisung and decently thick but slimmer than Chan, what I would give to just have him right here and now but that wasn't possible. He kept his black boxers on now looking at my face, my eyes trained on his lower half.

“Like what you see pretty?” He asked smoothly, making me look up at him.

“Oh I definitely do.” I said now looking at his lips.

“Too bad we don't have time to indulge in your wandering thoughts. Like you said our masseuses could be here any minute.” He said putting the robe on.

He tied the robe around his waist and stalked over to me, giving me another tender kiss. He pulled away and adjusted himself before lying down on his table. I did the same following his lead now laying on my stomach. We both turned our heads to face each other. Hyunjin reached over, stroking my cheek with his thumb. After a moment we heard a knock at our door.

“Come in.” Hyunjin spoke as he retracted his hand and placed it back under his head.

With that two masseuses entered, both being female. They introduced themselves before explaining the services. They both started by taking some oil in their hands, warming them up before starting to work on our calves. I didn't realize how much I needed this until it started. After properly massaging our calves they asked us to remove our robes while they left the room. Hyunjin and I both stood and took our robes off and he gave me another quick kiss before laying back down. The masseuses entered the room once again starting on our shoulders this time. They worked out every muscle down to our lower backs. Every once and a while they would break apart a knot just right leading me to let out a sound. They finished us off by going over everything with lotion and then they left to allow us to put our robes back on before our facials.

“You make some pretty noises.” Hyunjin said as he stood up. “However, I already knew that. I didn't forget about Chan’s little show with you.” He said laughing now.

I started to feel embarrassed but then I looked at him and he was hard so I decided to retaliate. “Well it looks like you enjoyed it.” I said motioning to the problem in his boxers.

“You're a brat. Minho and Seungmin are going to love you.” He said laughing once more.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“They like to put brats into their place, don't worry pretty I am sure you will love it.” He said as he put his robe on.

“I am sure I will.” I said giving him a wink before also putting my robe on.

We laid down once again but on our backs this time. Once again there was a knock but this time it was two different people that entered. Both being females once again. They explained they were estheticians who would be doing our facials today. They started by whipping our faces with a cleanser to remove any dirt or makeup. They double cleansed us, the second one being a fone. After that they exfoliated our skin and removed it once again. They then used this tool that zapped us slightly to tighten our skin before using these cooling wands. They waxed us and then applied moisturizer. They explained that our hairdressers would be next and arriving soon. Hyunjin and I sat up and he came over to sit next to me on my little bed.

“So what do you think so far?” he asked, taking my hand and playing with it in his.

“This is amazing Jinnie, I didn't know how much I needed this until they started. Thank you.”

“Of course pretty, anything for you.”

The hairdressers walked in next. They asked if we wanted anything specific and we agreed on some hair masks and a scalp massage. They brought us over to the sinks as they started to wash our hair and give us our scalp massages. They applied the hair masks and said they would be back soon. As they left two other people entered. They were nail techs and asked us what colors we would want. Hyunjin went with his classic black nail polish and I chose a nude with a french tip. They started with a pedicure and foot massage. As they were painting our toes the hairdressers came back in to wash out the hair masks. The hairdressers and nail techs finished at the same time. They brought us over to the styling chairs and started drying our hair as the nail techs started doing our manicures. The nail artist finished first leaving as the hairdressers were styling our hair. Hyunjin just asked for product while they curled my hair. Hyunjin was done first and I was finished soon after. They left the room as we thanked them for their services.

“Wow, I feel like royalty.” I said laughing slightly.

“Well it is what you deserve.” Hyunjin said, walking over to me placing a hand on each side of my waist.

“Thank you.” I said leaning to kiss him.

We stayed like that a moment, allowing him to explore my mouth before he broke away.

“Let's get dressed so we can go get something to eat. It's getting pretty late.” He said handing me my clothes.

We got dressed and left the room. Hyunjin had paid before the appointment but still left them a generous tip. We walked out to the car and got in. He gave the driver instructions to bring us to dinner. He refused to tell me where. This time I rested my head on his shoulders. I felt so relaxed and cared for I almost felt like I could sleep. Before I could get too comfortable we pulled up to a small sushi restaurant. Hyunjin took my hand, leading me inside and asking for a table in the back.

“I am sor-” He started.

“Stop, I already know but you don't have to be sorry, I understand, plus it's more intimate when we don't have to worry about other people. Trust me I am fine with it.” I haid giving him a smile and a slight squeeze to his hand.

“You're so amazing.” He said before following the host.

We sat down and looked at the menu. Hyunjin had decided to order a few different kinds of sushi and I did not complain. He didn't let go of my hand once while we talked at ate. When we were done I tried to pay but he refused to let me. We walked back into the car and once again my head was on his shoulder. This time however I did fall asleep. When we got back to the dorm Hyjin woke me up softly.

“Y/n, pretty, we are here.” He whispered as he stroked my hair.

I started to stir awake and looked at him and he got out taking my hand.

“Thank you for today Hyunjin, it was amazing, I am sorry I fell asleep on you.” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“It is okay, let's go upstairs.” He said, leading me inside.

When we entered the dorm it was quiet which was odd. It was late but not that late and it was a Friday. Where was everyone? Hyunjin led me down the hall stopping in front of a door. I had been staying at the dorm but I have never been in this room. I was told it was just storage. Hyunjin suddenly reached for the door and opened it. My eyes instantly lit up when I saw what was inside.

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In Our Favor

Part 61

McCoy

“How about Thursday? After class?”

McCoy looked over at Eugene.

“For studying?” he asked. “Sure. Where?”

“The library has lots of private study spaces. Though the dorms do too, and we can have snacks there.” Eugene grinned.

“You sold me on that,” McCoy chuckled. “Yours or mine?”

“Sounds like we’re setting up a date,” Eugene laughed.

“Guess we’ll see how the studying goes,” McCoy replied as he raised his eyebrows up and down. Eugene laughed again.

“Should I remind you you’re married?”

“He’s just as bad as me,” McCoy grinned. “Though he’d probably call me a mad man and say I was being incorrigible.”

Eugene smiled. “How did you two meet? A Scotsman and an American?”

McCoy frowned gently, and gave a quick chuckle. “I’m not from here,” he told Eugene. “And we met at school.”

“Oh you aren’t? Guess I just assumed… Where are you from?”

McCoy held back a snort of laughter, but smiled in amusement.

“You heard of the planet Georgiares II? That’s my home.”

Eugene’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I think so. I think I’ve heard it on the news before. Something about a kingdom or leadership change?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t really pay attention to that much outside the solar system.”

“So how about your dorm? It’s closer after class,” McCoy said.

“Sure. I’m on the third floor.”

“Rec and study rooms on the second?”

“Yep. I’ll put a request in for one of them and let you know which.”

“Good plan,” McCoy said. He gathered his things on the table. “Guess we should get going. We’re the last ones.”

“Right.” Eugene grabbed his own things and they walked out of the room. “I’ll see ya later.”

“See ya.” The two parted and began walking in opposite directions. When he knew for certain Eugene was out of earshot McCoy finally let out a laugh. How could the other boy be so clueless about who he had befriended. McCoy could only wonder if Eugene would ever realize.

He was leaning back in his desk chair when Scotty entered the room.

“Hey darlin’!”

“Hi mo ghràdh,” Scotty said. He dropped his stuff on his desk, then flopped on his back on the bed.

“Alright?” McCoy asked, turning his chair to face Scotty.

“Aye,” Scotty nodded. “Just got assigned a big project that’s due next week. It’s a group thing and it was a wee battle to get Aporal to join Jaylah and Keens and me.”

“Jaylah and Keenser ok with that?”

“Of course, aye. They know he’s a smart lad even if his personality is a bit much.”

“He’s got his reasons,” McCoy said quietly.

Scotty sighed sadly. “He does. I hope we can help.”

“We will. You already are.” McCoy stood up and crossed over to the bed. He sat, then stretched out next to Scotty. “You got homework to start or want to just relax for a bit first?”

“Relax first,” Scotty said. He moved to give McCoy a kiss.

McCoy rested his forehead against Scotty’s as the kiss ended. He reached up and undid the collar of Scotty’s jacket.

“Get comfortable at least,” he smiled. Scotty nodded gratefully and McCoy pulled him closer to snuggle. “Wait until I tell you about Eugene,” he laughed.

Part 62

Scotty

On Thursday after classes, Scotty was alone in their room. Leonard had headed straight towards Eugene's dorm to study with him for their upcoming exam.

Which left enough time for him to do his homework. Unfortunately though it didn't take him too long and soon enough he was bored as hell.

His eyes wandered around the room. He could read a book. Or listen to some music. Or maybe he should try and call Robbie, ask him how he was.

Aye, that was a good plan.

It didn't take long until the call was answered, however, Scotty was quite surprised to see his sister-in-law instead of his brother.

"Leah, hey there, lass," Scotty greeted the princess with a smile on his face and she returned it.

"Hey Scotty. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. And ye?"

"Same. Just a lot of diplomatic studies going on at the moment. Father and Dr. Boyce are giving me lectures from morning to evening. I'm grateful for every break I can get," Leah returned with a sigh.

Scotty nodded in understanding, before he frowned.

"Uhm... is there a reason why ye are answering Robbie's PADD?"

Leah chuckled softly and rolled her eyes.

"That clumsy boy actually managed to forget it at our room after lunch break. On a Thursday. Where he's at the university until 7 pm."

Scotty laughed out loud. That sounded very much like his wee brother.

"Hope he doesn't need it."

"Nah, they have PADDs there too, don't worry," Leah answered, waving it off.

"That's good. How is everyone at the palace?"

Leah told him that everyone was fine and that her and Robbie planned on visiting Scotland soon. The princess hadn't been there yet.

"That sounds nice. Bet mum will love to have a lass over. Living with three lads was always quite exhausting, after all."

Poor Francine hadn't had an easy time with her boys. But she had never complained.

"I can believe that. I'm looking forward to seeing your hometown. Robbie told me a lot about it."

They talked about Scotland and Aberdeen for some time until suddenly someone rang at Scotty's door.

The Scotsman looked over his shoulder in surprise, then turned back to face Leah.

"Uhm, I think I better answer that. Say hi to Robbie for me when he gets back, will ye?"

Leah nodded, then waved her hand.

"Sure thing. And you say hi to my lovely little brother. Bye."

They ended the call and Scotty got up and walked over to the door to open it.

He was surprised to see Jim standing in front of it. The boy's eyes were wide.

"Jimbo? What's wrong?" Scotty asked, worry filling his heart. "Is something wrong with Spock again?"

His blond friend only shook his head and stepped inside the room.

"No, no. Not Spock. Didn't you hear the news?"

Scotty only raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Nae, what news?"

"The crew of the USS Hammersley is going to visit our academy!"

Scotty frowned. That sounded like a great opportunity to talk to some officers.

"The Hammersley? But-"

"Sam is currently serving there!"

Scotty's mouth formed a silent 'oh my' and he quickly closed the door.

That was something they needed to talk about.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Stalking, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Obsession, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter One: Move-In Day (Laney's POV)

Orientation and the move-in weekend started on Thursday. I spent my entire childhood in home school, but after weeks of begging, Father agreed to let me go away to college. It was the only time I’d ever been alone, so my departure was not without tears. Father set me straight, and he put me on the train. I waved until I could no longer see him, and my journey began. I slept in my train car for a few hours until the sun peeked through the blinds. I woke up and waited for breakfast. Father gave me a book to read to keep me busy, but I couldn’t focus on the words. I pulled my sketchbook out of my backpack and drew our house. It was a little bluish-grey house that you had to take a boat to get to. Just beyond the front door, our wooden dock and willows surrounded the home, almost swallowing our blue house up. I lived in isolation there with my father until I was old enough to sit quietly in his office and tend to my studies.

Father sat with me and worked on my reading between surgeries and consultations. He told me I required more attention than the public schools would’ve afforded me, and I saw things I wouldn’t have in a public school. I sat in on Father’s surgeries when I wasn’t doing homework or sleeping in his office. At home, I’d work on our land, and on weekends I’d make money selling produce at the farmer’s markets. Sugar cane, garden eggs, corn, carrots, and figs. All sorts of things. The farm and the hospital were all I knew. But I sat on the train, looking out the window at unfamiliar territory. I was far from Kansas. And the marsh. And our little bluish-grey house. And Father.

I ate breakfast in the dining car, watching the trees zoom past, wondering when it’d all stop. Smallville to Metropolis was a forty-hour trip by train, requiring a transfer. I was too nervous to travel by plane. But I always had lovely dreams about trains. My breakfast had too much sugar, but I didn’t mind. It gave me such a rush.

I returned to my car, finishing my sketch before listening to the audio for the book Father gave me. I tried to follow along, but I couldn’t stay awake long. I stopped the tape and lay on my stomach.

The train ride went smoothly, and from there, I lugged my suitcases to the nearest cab. The cabbie helped me load my luggage into the trunk. “Where to?” asked the cabbie.

“Metropolis University,” I answered.

“Long way from home?” he questioned.

“Mhm… All I wanna do is lie down in my dorm and sleep, but I’m thrilled-. I’m rambling,” I muttered.

“That’s alright. Most kids don’t wanna talk at all. These drives go a lot faster when you have someone to talk to,” he replied. So, we talked. Or at least I talked. When I arrived at the campus, I ran into a large crowd of people, and I grabbed a map from one of the tables. I’d never had a cellphone before because I never needed one, so I nearly forgot to text my new roommates to let them know I was on my way.

I sent a short message and received a call immediately. “Where are you? I’ll meet you there,” he said without so much as a greeting.

“Um… I’m at the big statue of the bulldog,” I replied, “And… I have a question. I hope you don’t think I’m rude for forgetting. It’s just that I don’t know how my phone works yet-.”

“You don’t remember my name. Do you?” he laughed. “That’s okay. It’s Eddie. You’ll remember it once you meet me in person.”

“Eddie. Right,” I smiled, “Um, I don’t wanna cause you any trouble. If you’re moving in, I can find-.”

“I see you! I think. You’re the one with the hat, right?” Eddie asked.

I looked around and tipped my hat. “Sure am,” I replied.

He tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned to see Eddie for the first time. I don’t think I ever would’ve expected to see the person I did. He was a ruddy ginger boy with blue eyes and a wide smile. “Rose would’ve come too, but she’s putting together furniture, so she’s not exactly in a pleasant mood… And she doesn’t read Swedish-.”

“I could help. I don’t read Swedish, but I’m a whiz at assembling furniture,” I interrupted without meaning to. Eddie laughed and led me to our dorm suite, which was more like a small house than a room. A girl sat on the floor with a cigarette in her mouth, cursing as she tried to assemble a bookshelf.

“Stupid old man and his stupid Swedish furniture. I hope I see that bitch in the street-.”

“Rose,” Eddie raised his voice. She put the unlit cigarette in its box and extended a hand to me. I shook her hand.

“I’m Laney… Um, you bought Swedish furniture from an old man?” I asked.

“No… My fucking dad ordered it as a character-building exercise. I should take this fucking deformed screwdriver-.”

“Allen wrench… It’s an-. I can put that together for you,” I offered, “I can put it together in less than twenty minutes.”

“Fuck yeah, I’ll order takeout. What do you eat?” Rose asked.

“Tacos,” Eddie whispered, “Say tacos.”

“Sure, I’ve never had tacos before,” I replied. Their jaws dropped and they stared at me in silence. “Well, I-. I um-. I lived in a small swampy town outside Smallville… And we didn’t eat out a lot.”

“Put the Alex wrench down. We’re going to find you the best tacos Metropolis has to offer,” Rose replied as she stood up. Eddie grabbed his car keys, and I followed them out the door.

“Oh, it’s no big deal-.”

“Laney, it’s a big deal for us,” Eddie interrupted.

They took me across town in Eddie’s car while Rose smoked a cigarette and looked at ratings for taco restaurants on her phone. “The best one is by S.T.A.R. Labs,” Rose replied, “Hey, Lane? What’s your major?”

“I’m Pre-Med. I wanna go into pediatric surgery,” I answered, “What about you guys?”

“I’m Women’s Studies, and Eddie’s a film major,” Rose answered.

I couldn’t remember much after that because I fell asleep. When I woke up, Eddie and Rose were in line. Eddie walked over and leaned in the window. “What kind of meat do you like? They’ve got chicken, pork, beef, lamb, fish, shrimp-.”

“I’ll have lamb,” I answered.

“Lamb… Okay,” Eddie replied, “Do you want a Coke?” I shook my head.

“I don’t drink pop… Um, I’ll have tea or fruit juice if they have any… And if they don’t, I’ll have water,” I replied. Eddie nodded and tapped the hood of the car.

Eddie and Rose came back to the car several minutes later with drinks and tacos. “You’re a real straight arrow, you know that?” Rose teased. “Do you have a problem with me smoking around you, because-.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind. A lot of the doctors at my father’s hospital smoked cigarettes,” I replied.

“Your dad’s a doctor?” Eddie asked.

“Mhm, he’s a neurosurgeon,” I replied.

“Oh, shit… Is he pressuring you into Pre-Med? Slade almost blew a gasket when he found out I wanted to major in Women’s Studies,” Rose replied, “He’s military.”

“My dad’s a car salesman, but I don’t think he cares what I do. I’ve lived with my aunt for the past six years,” Eddie replied.

“Oh, my father and I are close… We did everything together,” I explained, "I think he wanted me to go into architecture instead, though."

"How come?" Eddie asked as he dipped his taco in sauce and took a bite.

"Surgery is high-stress, and he wanted me to stay closer to home," I replied. Rose gave me my to-go plate and a styrofoam sauce cup. I set the cup inside the lid of my container before dipping my taco like Eddie and taking a bite. It was spicy and savory with hints of lime. Not to mention the lamb. It was cooked to perfection, and the tortilla crunched wonderfully between my teeth. I made a noise and they fell into a fit of laughter.

"Good, huh?" Rose chuckled.

"It's amazing," I replied before taking another bite. I must’ve eaten ten tacos that night. I assembled the bookcase and unpacked after we got home, and I would’ve slept in my bed, but we all fell asleep on the couch after setting up Eddie’s bookcase.

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bt5bby · 2 years

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Ahh, I wanted to post a story from each of the members first before I gave into my Jimin obsession, but this is the only Halloweenie kind of story I have so hopefully it will do.

This one is called Unexpected Gift.

Warning ⚠️

Tags - rape/noncon, magical pregnancy, ghost/phantom, childbirth, rapid pregnancy, teen pregnancy (17 year old Jimin), kinda bondage.

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Jimin finally decided to head to the showers an hour after soccer practice. He liked spending extra time. That's how he was the best. No one even blinked an eye when he spent his whole afternoons on the soccer field. They knew he'd always have his homework done for the next day. He always ensured he was fed right and got enough sleep all around his hectic schedule, so no one ever cared that he would spend hours alone at the school practicing. It was his time.

Today he finished a bit early because he had organised to go out with his friends. It was a Thursday night, so they could go out to all the late shops and just be their teenage boys. He was meeting the six boys in front of the dorms at 6:30pm, and as he checked his watch, it was just after 5pm. He had time to shower, return to his dorm room, and change into something lovely. He wasn't stressed about his plans at all. It was a huge help going to the boarding school because there weren't any parents to nag or say anything.

Jimin smiled as he jogged into the locker room, putting his soccer ball into his locker before taking his towel and spare clothes out of the sports bag he had brought. He changed into his underwear, not concerned by anyone seeing his nicely toned body but sure that no one was still there, and headed into the showers. He hung his towel on the rack beside the cubical and placed his clothes on the seating bench just outside so they didn't get wet. After his first few showers, he picked up a routine and always stuck to it to ensure everything remained dry. He headed into the shower, closed the curtain, and turned the warm water on. He was not worried about his underwear as he always brought spare ones.

He ran his hand under the water for a few seconds, ensuring it was at the right temperature before stepping under. He let out a relaxing sigh as the warmth dulled the ache in his overworked muscles. He happily scrubbed his hair in the water, washing out all the sweat and dirt collected while also cleansing his body. He reached over to the wall-mounted soap dispenser and collected a large glob of body wash. He thoroughly washed it through his hair and all over his body, removing the germs. He rarely washed his hair with shampoo or conditioner. Only when there was something important did he treat himself. Classic teenage boy.

Jimin washed all the suds off his body, scrubbing his intimate areas very well. He was a stickler for good personal hygiene. He washed thoroughly, just reaching to turn the shower off when suddenly he felt a hand on his ass. He gasped and jumped away, spinning around to face the person groping him. He frowned when he found nothing there. He stepped forward and pulled the curtain back to check outside the shower but still, there was no one. Weird. Jimin thought and then passed it off as a phantom feeling.

He turned back to turn the shower off again when he felt another hand on his lower back this time, and it felt like it was pulling against him. Jimin growled, trying to sound scary and spun around again, ready with his fist to punch whoever was touching him, but once he looked again, there was no one. He rushed out of the shower, looking through the bathroom, searching for the person who was obviously messing with him. "Who's there?" He called.

No answer. The silence allowed Jimin's voice to echo through the empty room, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to leave now, as quickly as possible. He moved back into the shower, getting his hand onto the tap, when suddenly he felt two hands grip his butt again and pull his ass cheeks open. He yelped in surprise, jumping in fear, but the hands didn't leave him this time. He stumbled as a force pushed him against the wall. Jimin cricked his neck to see who was behind him, but when he looked, he still found no one. The hands were still gripping him and pulling his cheeks apart, but no one was in the room.

He was horrified. There was no other explanation for this except a ghost, but he didn't believe in ghosts! There was no way this was happening. He screamed when he felt something run across his tight rim. This was happening! He needed to stop this. "Help! Someone help!" He yelled, trying to fight back. The thing held him tightly against the wall, his arms being held by his wrists. Now he realised it felt like multiple hands were on him. His ass was spread apart, his wrists stuck to the wall, and something was being directed into his hole.

Jimin's mind drew a blank. He was so horrified that he couldn't do or think of anything, not until the thing at his hole finally pushed in. He screamed again, feeling the penetration of something... something big. There was definitely something in him. He knew it. Even if he couldn't see it, it was there. "No, stop, please!" He screamed, wanting to fight back. He didn't like this. His tears built in his eyes from the pain of being fucked. He had never had sex before, so obviously, it hurt. He was being stretched by a giant invisible object.

Another set of hands started to run all over his body, and he hiccuped a sob, feeling them play with sensitive areas on his body. Sometimes they'd pinch his nipples and stroke his cock, but mostly they rubbed him all over, feeling him up and down. Jimin tried to use all his strength to get the thing off of him, but the invisible creature didn't like that. It grabbed Jimin by the neck and threw him to the floor. As he arched his back, he cried out in pain, but the hands pinned him down again and resumed fucking his asshole.

He screamed and cried, feeling the building's pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel so dirty for his body reacting to this. He was being raped by an invisible being. How else was he supposed to feel? The hands started to get tighter as he felt the pace quicken, pulling in and out of him faster. His hole ripped more and started to bleed down his leg. Jimin was thankful that he didn't turn the shower off as the water rained down and washed away his blood as soon as it appeared. He cried harder as little squeaks and sounds bubbled past his lips from the unwanted pleasure. "Uh, uh, uh." He sputtered when he was reaching his high. Finally, with one last big thrust, Jimin felt himself fall over the edge, his cock spurting cum all over his abdomen.

He was absolutely humiliated. He came all over himself from being raped by an invisible object? No one would even believe him anyway. They'd all send him to a psych ward or something. He cried as he finally felt the pace slowing down. A weird feeling ran through his body, like a wave of heat and then suddenly, everything let go of him. He furrowed his brows and moved to sit up, but it hurt too much. God, he'd never expected sex to hurt so much. He knew he'd just been raped, but he figured it was still supposed to be pleasurable as it was still sex, but all of that was a nightmare for Jimin.

He bit his lip to stop crying in pain as he sat himself up. The shower water still hit his back, slowly washing the feeling of hands away from him. He reached up and grabbed the rail on the shower side to help himself. His legs were shaky, and his hole and lower back hurt. He trembled under the water, trying to wash the cum and blood off himself. He still didn't believe that had even happened. How could he of been raped by an invisible creature? There was no way, but the pain radiating through his body told him otherwise.

Jimin wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. He couldn't stand being alone for fear of them returning and doing it again. He turned the shower off finally, moving to grab his towel on the hanger. He didn't even look back for his clothes or his duffel bag. He left, limping in pain, to his dorm, which, thank the lord, was only a 5-minute walk from where he was. He struggled to keep some of his cries in as he staggered to the building, hoping no one would see him. Luck was on his side for that, and he made it to his room before anyone noticed.

He entered the digital passcode and slipped in, closing the door and making a heartbroken cry. He finally broke down, bringing his shaking hands to cover his mouth as he slid down the door, sobbing. He cried and cried and cried, unsure if he'd ever stop. He felt his strength and manliness had been ripped for him within seconds. His body had been taken advantage of and used for something's pleasure. He cried for hours, unable to stop himself from letting out horrid-sounding chokes as he couldn't even breathe in enough air.

"Jimin?" A voice called, and suddenly, he remembered he shared a dorm with his Hyungs. He looked up, trying to find the pale boy he heard calling for him, but he wasn't in the room. Jimin frowned, wondering where he might be, but then a knock came at the door he was resting on. Jimin jumped, not expecting the person to come from behind him. Jimin turned around and crawled away a bit, scared that maybe it was the thing that had hurt him, and it was taunting him now, trying to get him to open the door. He wouldn't.

"Jimin?" Another voice called. This time he knew it as Hoseok, his happy sunshine friend. Jimin heard the beeping of the passcode and started to hyperventilate, tears and sobs building in his chest again. He didn't want it to come back and do it again. He couldn't take it. He was terrified. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood his roommate and his friends.

Yoongi gasped as he saw the small boy sitting on the floor, still dripping wet, with only his towel on. He saw how scared Jimin looked and quickly rushed in to help him. "Oh my god, Jimin!" He exclaimed, grabbing the small boy and holding him tightly. "What happened?" He asked. Jimin cried harder, overwhelmed by the hands touching him. He pushed Yoongi away, not wanting to be touched, but the older boy didn't let go so quickly. Soon the others behind Yoongi filed into the room, crowding around the small boy to see what had happened too. "Jimin, are you ok? What happened?" Hoseok asked as he, too, crouched by Jimin's side and held him in a side hug.

Jimin's chest constricted as his friends started to fuss about him, and he cried harder. He wanted to tell them, but every time he opened his mouth to speak about it, he sobbed a little more at the reminder of what had happened. The memory is still so fresh because it had only happened an hour ago. He shook his head and tried to bring his knees up to his chest to bury himself in them when he heard his eldest Hyung, Seokjin, gasp. "Jimin!" He said, mortified, "You're bleeding." He moved a hand forward to touch Jimin's thigh, seeing the blood collecting in between his legs. Jin could now tell what had happened. He could see it on the small boy's face, the terror it held.

"We need to call a teacher and an ambulance," Jin said as he stood up to reach for his phone. He pulled it out, ignoring the others' confused faces, but stopped when he heard Jimin. "No, Hyung! Don't call them." He yelled, reaching a hand out to stop him. "Please, please don't tell anyone. They can't know." His face was scrunched from crying too much, but Jin could tell that Jimin didn't want him to call the teachers. He was scared still.

Jin bent down and grabbed Jimin's hand in his own, wanting to comfort the boy more than anything. "Jimin-ah, we need to tell someone. We need to find out who did this to you." Jin said, his own voice feeling weak. Jimin shook his head fiercely. "They won't believe me. They won't find it. They'll think I'm lying." Jimin hiccuped between his words, choking on air. Jin frowned at the boy, wondering why they wouldn't believe him.

"What's going on, Hyung?" Namjoon asked, confused about what was happening. Obviously, someone had done something to the boy, but it seemed like only Jin knew, but Jin ignored the question, still too focused on Jimin. "Why wouldn't they believe you, Jimin? There's so much evidence on your body. You can see you've been a-" Jimin let out a loud sob when Jin went to say the word, and the elder stopped himself from completing it. He should have known it would be very sensitive to mention. "I don't know who did it. I couldn't see them. They just shoved me and started, and I couldn't see anything. There were so many hands." Jimin wept, his voice breaking slightly with the words. The others were starting to piece things together, and they all became quite sombre, looking at their friend. Yoongi felt his heart clench for his roommate, angry that something had happened to him when he wasn't there to protect him.

Jimin looked up to all his Hyungs and his two Dongsaengs. His voice was shaky, and he was so scared they wouldn't believe him. How could they when he still didn't? But he had to tell them. He was going mad about it. "I-I looked around everywhere." His voice was low and trembly. "No one was there." He said, looking at all their faces. "These hands held me down and r-ra..." he took a deep breath, "but there was nothing there." Jimin stuttered, taking in a shaky breath. He was so gonna cry again.

The six boys looked at him with confusion. They weren't even sure they understood what he was saying. "What do you mean?" Hoseok asked with a frown, and Jimin glared at him. "They were invisible, like a ghost or something. There was no one there, and yet I couldn't move. Hands were holding me down, and then they stuck something in me and raped me, but no one was there!" He yelled, his emotion bursting out. God, he wanted them to believe him. He needed them to believe him. He wasn't sure he could live without them believing him.

"Jimin-" Jin started, but the boy shook his head. "I..." he choked on another sob, "I k-know, but... but please believe me." He begged to look up into Hyung's eyes. "Please believe me. Please." Jimin blubbered, his face littered with his tears again and snot bubbling out of his nose. He looked horrible, but with how he was crying, they all couldn't help but believe him. It seemed obviously genuine if he was so worked up about it. "We believe you, Min. We believe you." Taehyung said, feeling his own throat tighten with a lump. The others all agreed with him, reassuring the weeping boy that they believed him.

It took Jimin a while to calm down after working himself up. The six boys just stayed with him trying their best to give him any comfort they could in his hard time. No one knew how to deal with it, but they knew he just needed some company. After another 30 minutes, Jimin had calmed down enough for them to ask some more questions. "Jimin-ah, can you tell us what happened?" Jin asked, being very delicate. The boy took a deep breath and nodded.

"I was at soccer, like always, and then I headed to the showers to get changed for when we were to go out tonight." He said. He felt upset that he was making them all miss out on their night out. "I got my stuff and headed to the shower. I was the only one in there." The others nodded, motioning for him to continue. "I turned the shower on, and everything was fine until I felt someone touch me." He tended, thinking about it. "I turned around to see who it was, but no one was there." Jimin sniffled again and wiped his nose before continuing. "I checked behind the curtain and everything, but there was no one. So I figured it was my imagination or something." He whimpered, remembering how he just blew it off. "Then it started to touch me again, and this time I checked the whole bathroom to see who was in there." He frowned and pouted. "There was no one, so I decided that I'd had enough and went to turn the shower off when suddenly I was pushed into the wall."

Jimin's hands started to shake as he recounted the events earlier that evening. "A pair of hands were touching my butt, and they pulled my cheeks apart." He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but his mouth left out no detail, even if he was scared. "I felt something push at my h-hole, so I fought back. I tried so hard, but more hands grabbed my wrists." Jimin lifted his arms, and the others could see the bruises from where he was held down. "They forced themselves into me and started to rape me." He trembled at the word. He never thought he'd use that word, not for anyone and especially not for himself.

"I-it hurt so much." He cringed as his hole throbbed in pain again at the reminder. "I tried to fight back, but it threw me to the floor." Jimin pointed to his shoulder where he had landed and rolled into his back when it threw him, and they could see the bruise forming there too. "More hands held me down on my hips, and it fucked me un-until..." he didn't want them to know that he had come. He didn't want them to think he 'liked it. "Until?" Yoongi asked softly. "Until it stopped. I felt a warm flush of something, and then it just went away." Jimin could tell the boys were very confused and suspicious about the events. They hardly sounded real to Jimin.

Jin looked at the boy with sympathy. Obviously, someone had to have drugged Jimin or something, which is why he remembered it like that, but he knew he couldn't tell the kid he was wrong. Jimin would think he was a nutcase after what he went through. "I believe you, Jimin-ah," Jin said with a soft smile, and Jimin looked at him gratefully. He just wanted someone to believe him. He wanted someone to tell him that he was alright now.

They eventually got Jimin to stand up, the small boy wincing in pain, and took him into the bathroom. Jin insisted they wipe him off with a towel first to collect any DNA Jimin might have on him before he showered again. They helped him clean the blood off and fixed him in some comfortable clothing. They wanted to take him to the hospital for the bleeding, but Jimin insisted on not going. He didn't want anyone to know. Once they'd settled him on the couch, Yoongi asked him where his phone was, telling Jimin they had been calling him for a while, but he never answered.

Jimin looked down at his hands in his lap and told them that he had left everything in the locker room because he was so scared of whatever was in there. They told him it was ok and then decided that Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi would go to get his things from the locker room. Jimin was thankful but warned them to be careful. They all assured him they'd come back quickly and then left.

Jin sat next to the small boy, running a hand through his hair as Jimin laid his head on his chest. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Minnie. It must have been horrible." Jin said with a soft voice. Jimin sniffled on his chest and wiped another tear from his eyes. "I was so scared I wouldn't make it out of there." He whimpered. "I couldn't fight back. I couldn't defend myself at all. I thought it would kill me after, but it just left, like I was nothing." Hoseok and Taehyung frowned beside him too. "You were so brave, Minnie. You fought hard the whole time. Your courage is amazing." Tae smiled, wanting to show him how proud he was of him, but it worsened the pit in Jimin's stomach. He wasn't brave. He had cum from being raped. Even though he didn't want to, his body had found pleasure in it. He felt disgusting.

Jimin whimpered, moving away from Jin. He didn't deserve his comfort. Not when he had been so weak. Not when he had given in. "Jimin?" Hoseok asked when he saw the boy weasel away from the others. Jimin hid his face in his hands and started to cry softly. "Hey, Min, what's wrong?" Jin said. Taehyung felt terrible, thinking maybe he had done something. "Did I say something wrong, Min? I'm sorry if I offended you or something." He wanted to comfort the boy, but Jimin didn't look like he wanted to be touched right now. "Don't come near me." He said, muffled by his hands. "I'm dirty."

Jin frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're not dirty, Minnie. Why would you say that?" Jin asked, wondering what he could be thinking about. It wasn't a shock to the three that Jimin might find himself as less than who he was before. It was common for rape victims to feel like they were tainted now, but from what they had gathered, Jimin wasn't thinking about himself like that? Was he?

Jimin peaked up to his friends with a tear-stained face. "I... I-I came." He mumbled, feeling sick just saying the words. The boys all looked at him and finally understood. "That's ok, Min. Your body was being stimulated. It's a normal reaction." Jin said. "It doesn't mean you liked it. All bodies do that when they are stimulated right." Hoseok added. Jimin lifted his head to look at them better. "Really?" He asked. "Of course, silly." Jin smiled, thankful that it wasn't anything worse. "It's like when you're being tickled. You laugh even though you don't like it." Jimin thought about it, and he was right. He didn't want it. He knew he didn't. It didn't even feel good when he came. It was just a reaction. He looked up at his Friends. "I'm not dirty?" He asked, and the three all shook their head. "No way. You're still the beautiful Park Jimin everyone loves." Tae smiled at him, and Jimin finally felt some comfort. His friends were right. He's still the same, Jimin. He can get past this.

Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi entered the locker room. They looked around, trying to see anything suspicious before moving in too far, but they seemed alone. Namjoon assumed the open locker was Jimin's and moved to it, collecting everything inside. Jungkook and Yoongi went into the shower room, finding Jimin's clothes on the bench. "He must have been so scared that he just left everything." Jungkook sighed, thinking about his friend here all alone after what he'd been through.

Yoongi nodded and watched the younger pick up the clothes on the side. Yoongi stepped into the shower where he assumed Jimin was, as it was still wet and saw some of the boy's blood smeared on the wall and the floor just out of the shower head's reach. He felt sick. The thought of Jimin being raped here made him want to throw up. Yoongi almost felt like he could hear the boy screaming for help. He could envision the way he tried to fight back and break free. It hurt his heart just thinking about it.

"Come on, Hyung," Jungkook called, seeing Yoongi staring at the empty shower. Yoongi blinked out of his thoughts and came back to reality. "Ah yeah." He said and started to follow Jungkook out of the room. The two boys had just gotten to the door to leave when a gust of wind blew past them. They both stopped, wondering what could have caused that. Yoongi spun around instantly but saw nothing. He had a bad feeling. Though, Jimin's story starting to look more real already.

"Did you feel that too?" Jungkook asked. Yoongi nodded and scouted the room again with his eyes, just to be sure. He moved closer to the centre of the room, ensuring he could see every nook and cranny, when he heard Jungkook gasp. He turned to the boy and saw his shirt pulled by something, but nothing was there. "Hyung?" He called to him, wondering what was at his back. The youngest was too scared to move. Yoongi rushed over to the youngest and ripped his shirt out of whatever hold was on him. He pushed Jungkook out of the shower room and quickly followed, not wanting to remain there any longer. He'd seen enough to believe.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon asked as the two entered, more panicked than when they left. "There was something in there," Jungkook muttered, his face slightly more drained. Namjoon was shocked that the two had encountered something too. "Jimin was right," Yoongi said. Both boys turned to him. "The thing that raped him... it's invisible." Both boys felt dread fill their stomachs. How were they going to fight against something invisible?

It was only about 15 minutes by the time the three boys returned. They entered the dorm room to see Jimin cuddled up on Hoseoks lap, with Taehyung and Seokjin pampering him on the sides. Namjoon smiled when they all turned, holding up Jimin's bag and phone. "I have your stuff, Min." He called, and Jimin thanked him gratefully. Namjoon put the duffle on the floor and then moved to the couch with the others, sitting beside Taehyung. Jin noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook were still in the doorway and wondered why. "Are you two ok?" He called.

Jungkook nodded and then sat down the clothes next to where Namjoon had put the bag. He rushed to the eldest's side and cuddled in close, leaving Yoongi still by the door. The others still looked at the pale boy, wondering why he was so silent. "Is something up, Hyung?" Tae asked, and Yoongi finally lifted his head to stare at Jimin. "You were right." That was all he said. Jimin furrowed his brow, confused as to what he was right about. "There is something in those bathrooms." He continued, and suddenly Jimin's eyes widened. "Y-you saw it too! Well, not saw, but-" Yoongi got his point and nodded. "It flew past Jungkook and me. We were getting your clothes. I went to see what it was, but it was at Kook's back. It was tugging on his shirt." Jungkook shivered, remembering the feeling of a hand pulling at the clothing on his back. "It's completely invisible."

Jimin thought that when he had proved what had happened, he would be able to relax, that they would now believe him, and he'd move on, but he couldn't. It scared him even more, knowing that now others saw it or felt it too. It made it real. Something in that bathroom attacked him and then tried to grab Jungkook too. "What do we do?" Tae asked, feeling Jimin starting to shake next to him. Hoseok ran a hand up and down his back for comfort. "I don't know. I wouldn't even know how to stop something like that." Yoongi said, feeling defeated. This was way out of their control, and they needed to tell someone.

"We should contact someone, the police, anybody," Jin said again, reminding them of his idea before, but Jimin still shot it down. "They won't believe it. They will think I'm crazy or something." He whimpered out, feeling helpless. "We need to do something, Min. What if it happens to someone else?" Hoseok said, looking down at him.

Jimin frowned. He didn't want that to happen. He didn't want someone else to be hurt because of him, even though it wasn't his fault. "We can tell a teacher or something. We don't have to mention what happened to you. We could say you fell over and hurt yourself, but we need to let someone know." Jin wanted to make sure they didn't do anything that would make Jimin upset, but telling someone was the right thing to do. Jimin sucked in an anxious breath, still unsure of what to do. This was a big thing to think about. There would be so many questions, and lots of people would know. It would most likely get out and around the school. He could be ruined. Thankfully Namjoon was his savour.

"We don't need to decide right now, though." He cut through the talking and thought of everyone, pulling their attention to him. "All of the teachers will be off for the night now. We can tell them in the morning. That gives Jimin time to think." Jimin could have kissed the boy if he had the mental strength to get up, but he didn't, so he just sent him a smile of thanks again. "I suppose." Jin sighed. Jimin knew that he obviously wanted Jimin to get looked at and treated. He was just worried about him, and that made Jimin feel better. "Thank you, Hyung." He smiled at him, and Jin couldn't help but reciprocate. They didn't want to push him, and Jimin wasn't letting himself be moved. They would come to a conclusion tomorrow, for better or worse.

"Alright, it's close to 7:30 now. The shops are out of the question. What do you guys want for dinner?" Yoongi asked, wanting to move the conversation on. He wanted something normal. "Fried chicken?" Jungkook smiled, looking around at the boys. They all thought about it and decided that chicken was a good choice. Jin called up and ordered two fried chickens, three bibimbap and a few little side salad things to go with everything. Yoongi offered to stay the night, and they all agreed, especially after Jimin begged them not to leave him alone.

The small boy had spent the rest of the night cuddling by each and every one of them. He moved from lap to lap, spending a little time with them. He knew it wasn't very grown up for a teenage boy to sit in all his Hyung's and Dongsaeng's laps, but honestly, he just wanted to feel close, to know he wasn't alone again. He just wanted to make sure no giant hands were touching him again, not ones he couldn't see, at least. Once it got late, they arranged where everyone would sleep. Jimin insisted that Hoseok sleep in the bed, and Yoongi offered for Hyung to bunk with him, leaving Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung to bundle together on the couch.

It worked well, surprisingly, and everything was fine until Jin decided to get up and get himself a drink in the middle of the night. He moved into the bathroom with his cup and filled it up, leaning against the sink while he drank it. He yawned a few times before he heard the door creak open, revealing a sleepy Yoongi. "Water break too?" Jin asked, but Yoongi shook his head, telling him he needed a leak. Jin nodded and then left the room, leaving the boy to pee in peace. He moved over to the boys on the couch, ensuring they were ok. Jin smiled, seeing Namjoon and Taehyung cuddled together while Jungkook took up most of the room on the other side of the couch. He looked to the additional bed to check on them, seeing both boys still fast asleep, but he noticed Jimin was restless.

He didn't really think much of it. It wasn't unusual for someone who had just been through a traumatic experience to be a little restless, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He headed over to the bed and sat down on the side, trying not to wake Jimin but accidentally waking Hoseok instead. "Hyung?" He asked, sitting up. Jin smiled at him softly and apologise for disturbing him. "I just came to check on Jimin. He seems a bit restless." Jin looked down at the boy who was scowling in his sleep. Hoseok looked down at the younger and ran his eyes over him.

Jimin was whimpering softly, moving his hands underneath his blanket. Jin pulled the sheet back to see what he was doing and found a surprise. His mouth fell open when he saw the boy's stomach quite bloated. "What the fuck?" He asked, blinking his eyes, wondering if he imagined it, but he wasn't because Hoseok could see it too. "What is that?" Hoseok asked, very confused. Jin reached out and pulled up Jimin's shirt to better look at his tummy. It looked severally swollen, and with Jimin rubbing it unconsciously in his sleep, it must be hurting too. "I don't know," Jin replied after a moment to think.

He had never seen anything like this before. He'd never even heard of something like this, which was worrying. He heard Yoongi flush the toilet and, seconds later, entered the room to see the two boys still awake. "What's up?" He asked. Jin looked over at him with wide eyes. "I think there's something wrong with Jimin. We need to get him to a doctor." Jin said, and Yoongi frowned. He was concerned for the small boy again. What could possibly be wrong with him now?

He made his way to the bed, and immediately his mouth dropped open, seeing what the boys noticed. "Shit! What is that?" He asked, looking at Jimin's distended stomach. Jin and Hoseok both told him they didn't know either, which made Yoongi even more concerned. Yoongi looked harder at him, seeing how the boy's face scrunched up, and then his belly seemed to grow out a little more, and with all three pairs of eyes on him, none of them could say it was just an illusion.

"What the fuck is happening?" Hoseok said slightly louder than he should have. He didn't wake up Jimin, but Taehyung stirred on the couch. "What are you doing?" He called, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. The three boys looked at him with big expressions, and Taehyung could tell something was up. He immediately untangled himself from Namjoon, accidentally waking the other, but not caring, only wanting to see what was happening. "Hmm, Tae?" Namjoon called, and Jin decided it would be best if he joined them, too, to discuss what was going on, as he was the smartest. "Something is wrong with Jimin," Jin whispered, and Namjoon shot up. He joined them quickly, and now he and Taehyung looked down upon the boy's swollen tummy. "What is that?" Taehyung asked, absolutely flabbergasted.

Nobody could explain it to him. They had no clue what to do. Jimin seemed adamant about not going to the hospital before, but maybe he would now. This, indeed, wasn't something to ignore. "We should wake him up," Hoseok said after a little bit of silence. He wanted to know what Jimin was thinking. Maybe something could be happening inside him that he could explain to them, reassure them that this was ok. "If we wake him up, he'll be in pain," Yoongi said, seeing how the boy was already whining in his sleep. He didn't want to wake him up and make it worse if he was uncomfortable now. "He needs to be looked at by someone, Yoongi. Something is wrong with him," Jin said, worried for the younger. "Maybe he's just a bit bloated?" Tae said, wanting to hope for the best for his friend. Jin shook his head, looking back down at Jimin. "His belly grew slightly when we looked at it before. It's getting bigger." Namjoon and Taehyun didn't know that. It was concerning, to say the least.

"Jin's right, he should go to the hospital. We don't know what is doing this to him." Hoseok and Seokjin agreed. Yoongi just caved, knowing he wouldn't win this fight. "Fine, let's take him to the hospital." He said. Namjoon quickly moved around to Jimin's side and softly pushed his hands under the boy. He lifted him off the bed into a bridal hold. "Someone wake up Jungkook," Jin called, wanting to stay with Jimin. Hoseok moved to the boy and shook him awake. He explained what was going on while Namjoon started to make his way to the door. He had kept Jimin asleep still, understanding what Yoongi had said before. He looked down at the small boy seeing the strain of pain on his usually peaceful face, which made him feel bad. "We will need to hurry," Namjoon said, turning to look at Jin.

Being the eldest not only in the group but also in the school, Jin had his licence and could drive, not to mention his parents being wealthy enough for him to have his own car. Usually, it wasn't necessary, but they were thankful for the automobile for a time like this. "My car is in the school garage. I'll need to go to my room to get it." Jin said. His room was only next door so it didn't matter, but he still had to inform the boy. Namjoon nodded and moved closer to the door again.

He was making sure he was stepping so softly as not to shake Jimin too much, but when the tall boy got to the doorway, he suddenly felt a strong force push against him. He struggled to even put his foot down over the room's threshold. He gasped and stepped back, wondering what that was. "You ok?" Yoongi asked as he and Jin looked at the boy. Namjoon frowned but nodded, feeling like maybe he had just imagined something. He tried again but was forced back again. Something didn't want him to leave the room.

"I think there's something in here now," Namjoon said softly, turned back around with Jimin still asleep on his chest, looking at the others with wide eyes. "Every time I go to leave, something is pushing me back in." Jin looked at the tallest boy, thinking he was over dramatic, or trying to prank them, even though deep down he knew Namjoon wouldn't do that in a difficult situation. He scoffed and stepped past Namjoon to exit, and he did just fine. "I can leave fine." He looked back in at all the boys. Namjoon thought about it for a moment. "It must be Jimin. Something doesn't was him to leave this room." Jin frowned and then reentered. He stuck his arms out and carefully took the small boy from the tall boy. Jin ensured Jimin was still asleep and then tried to exit, but the eldest felt the force stopping him from leaving this time. He was stunned and also kind of scared. What could it be?

"It must be those hands that were in the bathroom," Yoongi said, his face paling again. If the hands could leave the bathroom and come to their dorm room, they could do whatever they wanted. This wasn't good. "What are we gonna do now? He needs to be looked at." Jin said. Was this thing trying to kill the younger? This thing wanted him to suffer, obviously. "I don't know, Hyung. We can't leave with him."

They laid Jimin back down on his bed to decide what to do, wanting him to get as much rest as possible. The six boys moved to the couch again, ready to discuss what to do next now that Hoseok had briefed Jungkook. "How are we gonna get him help?" Jin asked, looking over at the boy, still wincing in pain in his sleep. "It must be an appendix burst or some extreme bloating." Jungkook and Tae were still looking over at their friend, not believing that. "I don't think that's it," Yoongi said. "I've had my appendix out, and it's far more painful, and you don't get that bloated. Not even bloating really gets you that bloated." Jin huffed and turned to the boy. "Well, what do you think it is then, huh?" He snapped a little too loud.

Everyone paused to remain quiet when they heard a little rustle of sheets. "Huh, what's going on?" Jimin's little voice called from the bed, and he blinked his eyes open tiredly. Hoseok, being the one sleeping beside him, quickly jumped up and cuddled back into him. "Ahh, Minnie, it's ok. Go back to sleep." He said. They all stayed quiet and still, hoping that the boy would doze back off again, and after a moment or two, they heard a soft little snore. They all let out a sigh of relief now that the boy had gone back to sleep. "That's it. We can talk about this in the morning. Let's just leave it until then." Namjoon said. Jin looked unhappy with that decision, but everyone else agreed. So he sucked it up and went back to bed with Yoongi, hoping that Jimin would be fine through the rest of the night.

When Jimin woke up in the morning, the dorm room was empty. He wondered where his friends had gone? When he looked around, he found a piece of paper on the bedside. He picked it up curiously.

~Morning Min,

We all went to class as we knew it might get us into more trouble. We have told the teachers that you have a cold and won't be in style for the next few days, so don't worry about that. Everything is sorted for you.

Try and feel better. We will be back after classes.~

Jimin sighed and set the note down, reaching to grab his phone and check the time. It was a little after 11, and Jimin was surprised he'd slept so long. He yawned and stretched before he flung his sheets off his body and went to stand up, only to fall back down. He frowned, wondering why he suddenly felt heavy and off balance. He glanced down, wondering what it could be, when he saw his stomach significantly bloated. He gasped and raised his hands to his sides immediately. "What the fuck?" He asked.

His tummy was pushing against his shirt, lifting it slightly and showing a sliver of skin between that and his boxers. He gawked at the big bump and ran his hands over it, trying to convince himself it wasn't real, but when he touched it, he couldn't deny it was real. He whimpered and lifted his shirt completely, anxiety telling him he needed to see it.

The shirt was stretched tightly over his expended skin, so he had to roll it back over his tummy. It slowly peeled off, showing his brand-new bump. Jimin took a deep breath with a gulp and then moved his hand down to the skin. It was so firm underneath his palm, and he whimpered, scared of whatever could happen next to him.

He couldn't stop looking at it. It felt so weird to have his skin stretched around whatever was inside him. He could feel the little bumps along his waistline telling him that he had gotten little stretch marks too. His skin looked red and sore from the abnormal stretch in such a short time. He spent 10 minutes just trying to take in what had happened before he realised he needed to do something about it. This wasn't normal, and he didn't care if everyone found out. He needed to tell someone.

He tried to get off the bed, though it proved to be more difficult than he thought. His big belly now causes quite a lot of problems for him. He strained his back, feeling the ache, but he needed to push through it. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up, one hand on his lower back for support.

He managed to get to his feet and then began to move over to the cupboard where his clothes were. Jimin was sure he would have some hoodie or something to cover himself up, but he only made it to the centre of the room before he felt a force stopping him from going further. At first, he brushed it off, but it only took another second for his brain to catch up and remember what it could be. He instantly paled and decided to rush away from the scary hands that had somehow managed to enter his dorm room.

Jimin tried to turn and go back the way he came, knowing that the hands weren't there before, but something still grabbed him, wanting him to stay in the middle of the room. Jimin screamed, absolutely terrified that the hands were back. They were gonna rape him again. He screamed and screamed and screamed till his throat hurt, but the hands just pushed him to the floor. He clawed, punched and kicked in every direction, trying to fight off the invisible being, but there was nothing. It was almost like they were just hands, not even a body.

As the hands forced him into a sitting position, the hands started tugging on the pyjamas he was in. Jimin continued to fight to keep them on, but the hands were far more than he was, and he eventually ripped the clothes right off the small boy's body. Jimin cried harder as the hands started rearranging his body, making him sit in a specific way. They pushed his back up, holding him at a slight angle. They moved his hands to his side, supporting himself somewhat. They bent his knees, so his legs were spread wide, in a labouring position. It should have been a giveaway, really.

With all the panic, Jimin couldn't focus because his tummy was still getting bigger every second. Only when he was in position and his big abdomen pressed against the top of his bare thighs did he note that it was still getting bigger, much bigger. Jimin's sobs grew as he watched his body become deformed with whatever was doing this to him. He wanted to move his hands to his belly, to try and feel what was happening, but the hands held him in position. His stomach continued to swell until it reached the size of a basketball under his skin. He suddenly felt a weird pressure on his hips and saw the bump fall into his lap. Whatever was inside him now sat against his pelvis, and it hurt. He groaned at the pressure felt until a soft pop was heard, and a gush of fluid rushed out of his hole.

Now Jimin was an intelligent kid. He paid attention in class and did well. He knew what this meant, but it couldn't be! He was a boy. Apparently, that didn't matter because, after a minute, an intense pain grabbed his abdomen and squeezed harder than anything he's ever felt. A loud scream shrilled as he felt the pain twist his insides around his spinal cord and pull them tight. The air left his lungs, and for a moment, he thought he might suffocate, but then the pain released and he took in a shaky breath, desperately.

"No! No! No!" He cried, knowing that it had to be a contraction. He was utterly shocked. How was this happening? The answer of magic hands still didn't really give him what he needed to believe, but one more contraction and he couldn't deny it was real. "Help! Help, please!" He screamed as the pain cut deep into his belly. He was terrified and in pain. He didn't want to go through this alone. He didn't want to go through this at all. That didn't stop the situation, though. The subsequent pain came, and Jimin was floored at how fast it was going. He wasn't an expert in labour and birthing, but he was sure that no one ever went from the start of labour to birthing the baby in an hour! It was simply too much.

The pain seemed to keep getting worse as well. His back ached, the tops of his thighs too, and he felt his hips being ripped apart the next contraction. He groaned, cried and screamed as he felt whatever was in his start to move down and he was terrified at where it would be coming from. How the hell was anything that big in his stomach supposed to come out of his hole? It was impossible, he would rip in half, but that didn't stop it from happening.

A sign that he was getting close, the hands around him held him tighter as he started to give in to his fatigue from the labour already. They kept him in his position, stretching his legs apart, ready for him to give birth. Jimin wailed when he felt the thing start to push down on him. A strong urge to push filled his body, and he couldn't ignore it. For someone who had never done this before, it felt like Jimin was trying to push a giant shit out of him. His head thumped with each push he gave, the pressure making his ears pop.

"This can't be happening!" Jimin screamed out a sob, utterly shocked by this turn of events. He was very concentrated on getting whatever was inside him out that everything else went by the wayside. He didn't even hear the knocking on the door until it got too loud to ignore. Jimin's head shot up, looking at the door with wide eyes. He hoped it was someone to help him. He really needed them. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, pleading with whoever it may be to somehow make the pain stop and turn things back to normal.

That didn't happen, though. A voice called through the room, and Jimin felt his heart jump. "Jimin? What's happening in there?" It was his roommate again. Yoongi was always there to save Jimin. "Hyung! Hyung, please help me!" Jimin screamed when he felt the next contraction. He pushed hard and waited for a response from Hyung.

"Jimin-ah? What's going on in there?" Another voice that he knew was his Jin Hyung. Obviously, the others had come to check up on him. "Hyung! Please come in and help me." Jimin begged again, wondering why his roommate hadn't opened the door already? The doorknob rattled but didn't open, and Jimin's hopes were crushed when another spoke. "We can't get it. Jimin can you unlock the door?" Namjoon asked.

He couldn't. Even if he managed to walk around right in the middle of labour, with a giant belly on his front, the hands had him. "No, Hyung, the thing, it's in here. I can't get up." Jimin's voice was growing more panicked every second he spoke. "Jimin, we can't get in. Please, you need to unlock it." Taehyung said this time now. The boy rereleased a shaky breath, feeling the pain return. "I can't!" He screamed with a sob as the contraction hit. "Please help me!" Jimin screeched.

Jimin's body tensed hard and he pushed again, the head of whatever it was now sitting right at his entrance. He felt beyond stretched around whatever was in him. It was almost as if it would outgrow him in his body, tearing him apart from the inside out. "Jimin, tell us what's happening?" It was Yoongi again. Jimin couldn't speak until the contraction stopped, and he took a few breaths, but that came quickly. "There's something in me! It's coming out!" He cried. "Hyung, it's gonna kill me! I can't push it out."

Beyond his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, Jimin heard a bunch of rattling from outside the door. "Hyung!" He called when he got no reply. It took another few seconds, but eventually, someone spoke. "We're coming in to get you, Minnie. Stay strong. We will figure out a way to get to you." Hoseok's voice made Jimin feel better. They were coming to get him. They weren't giving up on him.

"Please hurry, Hyung. It's nearly here." Jimin whimpered, and when he got no reply this time, it didn't bother him. They were busy, and now he had to push again. A loud scream burst out of his mouth as he finally felt his hole start to stretch around the head of whatever was in him. His small hole stretched widely to birth the thing. Jimin huffed and puffed as the contraction died down, and he could feel the head just pushing out now. He felt like his body was a giant rubber band being pulled horribly around the thing inside him. He just hoped he didn't snap.

His contractions were much closer now as his body wanted the thing out. He only got about 5 seconds before he had to do it again. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he pushed, the forehead breaching his hole and Jimin managed to get the head out until the creature's nose was in the way. Jimin slumped back against the hands, keeping him up as he tried to catch his breath. He was utterly worn out.

"Jimin?" He heard Yoongi again. He sat up again, hoping that they were coming in now. "Hyung?" He called. "Jimin, we are trying to get in, but it's just not working, are you sure there's nothing you can do on your side?" Jimin wished it could be that simple, but he couldn't help, even though all he wanted was for his friends to comfort him right now. "I can't, Hyung. This thing, it's coming out of me." Jimin sniffled. "I-I think I nearly have the head out." He called.

It was silent on the other side of the door again, but Jimin kept talking. It made him feel better. "The hands, they have me too. I can't get up even if I tried." He spoke until he had to push again. This time he managed to stifle his loud scream, pushing hard and only letting out disgruntled grunts of pain. Jimin felt the nose push past his walls, and finally, the chin popped out too. The head was now hanging out of him completely. Jimin was thankful for that to be done. All he had left was the shoulders.

The door before him started to rattle again, and he prayed for it to burst open and let his friends in. He wanted to be with them, he needed their support. "It's coming Min, we nearly got it!" Tae called. That made Jimin feel much better. Some sort of strength took over him, and he pushed harder than he had before. A final loud scream left his lips, curdling the blood of everyone within a kilometre radius, no doubt.

"Jimin!" The outside boys called, thinking he was now being murdered there. Jimin gritted his teeth and pushed, the shoulders popping through his extremely sore and stretched walls as the door burst off its hinges before him.

Jimin's screams died as the baby's feet left his body, his friends all standing at the door frame, getting a front-row seat for the baby, just slipping out of the small boy. Relief washed over Jimin as the baby left his body. With a desperate wail, he collapsed into the hands holding him up, finally finished, and very tired.

The boys in front of Jimin stood for a moment, watching in absolute shock. "Oh my god, Jimin," Jin said as he saw the boy with the baby between his legs. They had seen it slide out of him, yet they could not believe he had just given birth. "Y-you..." no one could speak, still trying to collect their thoughts and Jimin wasn't ready to answer yet anyway.

With the silence over them, it gave them all a startle when a loud cry rang through the room. The baby wailed suddenly between the small boy's legs. Jimin's eyes opened and he looked down, seeing the tiny creature in front of him. It looked like a normal human baby. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Jimin whimpered at the sound of the thing crying, leaning forward and scooping it into his arms. "Oh..." he cooed, looking at the tiny baby. He suddenly felt this strange motherly feeling. He had to calm it down. "Shhhh." He rocked back and forth, waiting until the little cries died down.

Everyone in front of him watched in surprise and amazement. They would never have expected him to be so caring of the thing that was just forced upon him, but here he was. Rocking the baby, cooing at it. It was like he was meant for it.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called as he stepped forward. The small boy finally lifted his head to see his friends. He smiled brightly. "Isn't she beautiful?" He chuckled. All of his friends frowned at him. Why was he suddenly acting like this? "Jimin-ah, what happened?" Jin asked, moving closer to him.

"I don't know. When I woke up, my tummy was bloated and then it kept growing until my water broke. I don't understand how it happened, but here she is." This kinda freaked everyone out. The boy's mind seemed to change suddenly.

"We should get you looked at," Hoseok said, but Jimin shook his head. "I don't need it. I'm fine now." He looked up at all his friends. "She's here, my little baby." He smiled back down at her. "Jimin, this isn't right," Namjoon said, hoping to get through to the boy, but he didn't care anymore. "I know, but it doesn't matter."

Jimin laughed softly as the little girl babbled in his arms. The six boys around him looked very concerned for the boy, but there was nothing more to do. Jimin wouldn't part with her now. They spent weeks trying to convince him to go to someone, but he didn't. He didn't care how she became his. All he cared about was that she was there. She was his unexpected gift.

#pregnant jimin #bts pregnancy blog #ghost fucking…

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Gamer ‘Friend’ ☆ Chapter 1: Panty Incident(s)

(In this version reader eats breakfast alone not with her friends, lol)

Warnings : Mature content, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Panty Stealing, Masturbating(male), Cumplay(Idia cumming in readers panties), Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; Choking, Tying up, Spanking, Slapping, Denigration, Humilation, but no actually action. (It’s mention in a book the reader has.) (Okay, it’s my first fic so sorry if tag this wrong). Reader is said to be curvy about twice. IDIA IS CANONICAL 18.

Chapter 1 | Next Chapter |

☆ More under the cut. ☆

Idia was walking through the halls of Night Raven College, avidly trying to avoid unnecessary attention. His flame-like hair glowed a light blue, and his yellow eyes darted around the halls. He hoped to reach his dorm room without any issues.

However, that was not the case when he accidentally bumped into you. With his scrawny physique, he was almost knocked over by the collision.

“O-oh, I’m so so sorry! Are you alright? Sorry again I wasn’t paying attention!” You tell him, Idia's eyes widened as he nearly fell over. His hands went out to catch himself on you, grabbing hold of your wrist, leaving faint marks of his presence behind. He quickly let’s go when he realizes he is making contact with you. "Y-Yes, I'm fine..." He muttered softly, trying hard not to sound annoyed. Finally, he gathered enough courage and turned around to face you properly.

"Um- So.. h-hello?" He stammered nervously, unable to meet your gaze directly.

He noticed how small and curvy you were compared to him. Your soft and smooth hair was like a magnet pulling him in, making it difficult for him to tear his eyes away from your features. The way your hips swayed with each step had an odd effect on him; one that made him extremely horny.

“Uh, hi?” You reply, questioning the interaction.

"Umm... uh..." Idia stuttered, unsure of what to say next. His hands fidgeted nervously with his his tablet case. "I-I'm Idia Shroud, the Housewarden of Ignihyde." He managed to croak out finally, offering a weak smile that barely reached his eyes, still unsure of why he was introducing himself. But his brain told him to continue.

"And you are?" He asked tentatively, hoping he hadn't crossed any lines by asking such ‘personal information’ so soon after meeting you. Of course to an antisocial guy like himself, such question was considered personal.

“Oh, I’m f/n l/n, and I guess I’m the prefect of the Ramshackle.” You tell him, with a bright smile. He then remembered the whole story behind the girl who had been summon from another world, apparently she had stop 2 Overblots already, he usually didn’t pay attention to normies so he didn’t look into her. But he does remember commenting to himself how she was like an anime protagonist, getting isekaid into a reverse harem type of world….

“Oh, nice to meet you f/n l/n." Idia said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, feeling heat rise in his cheeks at the mention of being associated with someone so currently relevant, well at least on campus that is.

"So... uh, what brings you here?" He asked awkwardly, hoping it would steer the conversation away from himself and onto something else entirely.

"I was heading towards the library to get some reading material. You would be surprised how many of the books there are not school-related.” You informed him,

Idia blinked a few times, trying to process your words. "R-Reading? That's... nice," he muttered, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Well, I guess I should get going too then." He mumbled quickly, turning around and speeding away down the hallway, hoping you wouldn't follow him.

“Bye Idia, I hope to see you soon!” You speak up for him to hear,

"Y-Yeah... see you later..." Iida called out softly after you, his voice trailing off as he rushed towards the exit door of the school building. He wanted to arrive at the mirror chamber and reach Ignihyde as soon as possible, in order to return safely to his dormitory. Once alone in his room, he leaned against the door, panting heavily. His heart raced wildly inside his chest, and sweat formed on his palms.

He closed the door behind him, locking it tightly before collapsing onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow. What did you mean when you said ‘You hoped to see him soon’. How could someone like you—so beautiful and confident—possibly find anything interesting about a loser like him? He berated himself internally, feeling more worthless than ever.

Meanwhile, you went to the library and found what you were looking for: smut books. You picked up two books, one with a vanilla and soft theme called 'The White Lily', and another one that was right up your alley - a dark romance novel that contained all hardcore explicit content in its plot. It was called 'The Trap of Mr. Sota'.

Here’s a summary of both of the books.

Title: The White Lily

‘"The White Lily" is an adult romance novel that tells the story of Ella, a successful businesswoman who has everything she could ever want, except for one thing: true love. Ella has never felt a real connection to anyone she's dated, and she's starting to think she's destined to be alone. That is, until she meets Michael, a charming and handsome stranger who shakes up her world in the most unexpected way.

As Ella and Michael start spending more time together, they discover that they have a deep and meaningful connection, and they can't resist the attraction that grows between them. But just as their relationship begins to blossom, past secrets and old wounds from Michael's past threaten to tear them apart. Will Ella and Michael be able to overcome their differences and find their happy ending? Or will their love be doomed to never be fulfilled?’

Title: The trap of Mr. Sota

‘"The Trap of Mr. Sota" is an alluring adult romance novel that delves into the depths of human desires. This captivating story follows Sakura, a young woman on a journey of self-exploration and sexual awakening.

As Sakura explores BDSM, she discovers her masochistic tendencies and finds comfort in the hands of Mr. Sota, a dominant figure who pushes her boundaries.

Sakura willingly surrenders to the degrading words and experiences pleasure through being tied up, spanked, slapped, and choked by Mr. Sota.

But Sakura's desires go beyond that. She enjoys being provocative and being disciplined by Mr. Sota.

In "The Trap of Mr. Sota," Sakura explores her submissive desires, becoming an object of pleasure. As pain and pleasure intertwine, Sakura and Mr. Sota embark on a journey of self-discovery, testing their limits and forming a deep connection.’

As you signed out the books, the elderly librarian gave you a knowing look, ‘they must have read them before-‘.

Afterwards, you left the school building, returning to your dorm, the ramshackle, and followed your nightly routine. This included cooking dinner for you and your magical beast roommate, Grim, taking a shower, doing your skincare routine, completing a bit of school work, and now, the newly added activity before falling asleep, reading a couple of chapters of 'The Trap of Mr. Sora’. And commenting on the books chapters using some sticky notes, after all it was still school property.

The next day..

Idia woke up late, or more exactly, on time, his alarm having failed to go off. He hade made habit of waking up early to avoid interacting with other students at breakfast. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and stretched his stiff muscles before getting dressed in his usual attire: a black t-shirt and his NCR school uniform pants paired with his signature hoodie and shoes. The bayou blue hoodie featured a zippered pocket on the front and a white triangle design on the sleeve, adding a unique touch to its appearance. Its lightweight and breathable material ensures comfort and dryness in various weather conditions and occasions. The shoes, designed with a unique combination of white and blue colors, feature a white sole and a blue stripe.

He gathered his belongings and made his way downstairs to the Ignihyde common area. Stepping through a magic mirror, he arrived on campus and headed towards the cafeteria, where breakfast was being served.

As he entered, he noticed you sitting at one end of the many tables, engrossed in a book. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary before he quickly looked away, feeling guilty for admiring someone he shouldn't be attracted to.

"Morning, Shroud," greeted another male student, an Ignihyde student, one he had encountered a couple of times. "You look like shit today." The students adds on.

Meanwhile you were engrossed in your book, currently reading ‘The trap of Mr. Sota’. As you muched on a syrupy pancake for breakfast, a spicier scene form the previous one begin, the sentence were extremely descriptive, which caused you to get a bit flustered, maybe a hint of arousal.

Idia winced at his dorm-mate’s blunt comment, avoiding eye contact as he grabbed himself something on the sweeter side to eat. "Thanks... uh, yeah, I didn't sleep well last night." He told him, trying to end the conversation quickly. As his mind wondered back to the thought of you, he decided to do something extremely bold for someone like him. After Ortho prestred him last night about not getting your contacts, especially after you had told him ‘you wanted to see him soon’, Idia made the decision to seat with you at breakfast or at least try his best to.

He sat down across from you, his eyes flickering involuntarily towards your exposed cleavage when you lifted your glass of orange juice. You usual wear a bow around your neck, but the days started getting hotter since yesterday, so you had opted for no bow and 2 unbuttoned buttons.

‘Damn it’, he scolded himself internally, forcing his gaze back to his own plate.

"So, umm..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. “How was your morning?" He asked, hoping the question would allow him to steer a conversation away from personal topics.

"Ah, hello Idia! I didn't notice you here. My morning has been going well so far. I woke up on time and caught up on some reading. How about you? What have you been up to this morning?” You told him.

"Oh, uh... well, I guess it was alright. Just another morning at school." Idia mumbled, avoiding eye contact with you as he stirred his meal.

In reality, however, his mind drifted back to last night's encounter with you—your soft voice, your scent mixed with the faint hint of vanilla from your perfume, and those enticing curves that made him ache with desire. He shook his head forcefully, trying to banish these thoughts from his mind before they consumed him entirely.

"So, uhm, have... y-you ever thought about joining any clubs or extracurricular activities around here?" He asked abruptly, hoping to change the subject once more.

"Yes, definitely! While there isn't a visual arts club, which was a big disappointment to me, I'm considering joining the board game club. Have you given any thought to which clubs you might want to join?” You asked him.

"Oh, nope, never really had any interest in joining anything like that. Also I heard that club wasn’t so great.." Idia replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his orange juice.

In reality, he was lying through his teeth; there were several clubs and activities he wanted to join, particularly ones related to technology, plus he was actually a member of the board game club. The thought of being around people was one he disliked,—but an attractive girl like you—made him break out in cold sweats, how was he suppose to beat Azul if you were around to distract, just by exiting.

"I mean... I enjoy playing games alone in my room," he added quickly, hoping it would end the conversation sooner rather than later, this was already too much for him.

“Oh, really, that’s fun! I used to game a lot in my home world, but now that I'm here, I can't. The headmaster is stingy with money, so I can't buy any games, much less a console or laptop to play on.” You explained, begin excitedly but ending with a pout.

"H-Hey, wait a second. I... I could help you out with that!" Idia blurted out before he could stop himself. His heart raced wildly in his chest as he realized what he'd just volunteered to do.

"I have some old games and consoles lying around my room, that I could bring around." he continued nervously, hoping you wouldn't reject his offer. "We could play sometime, maybe after classes?" His palms grew sweaty at the mere thought of spending time alone with you in his messy abode.

"Sounds good! Let's meet up in the library after class. I gotta go now too, so I'll see you later Idia!” You say, putting your school bag around your shoulder, and taking your leave for class.

But what you didn’t realize at that time, was that you had forgotten your two borrowed books on the cafeteria table, ‘The trap of Mr. Sota’ wide open, right at an explicit scene.

Idia's heart had skipped a beat as he watched you leave, his eyes lingering on your figure moving gracefully down the hall. He couldn't believe you had actually said yes to playing games with him.

But before he could savor this victory, his attention was drawn back to the books you left behind. His gaze locked onto the juicy scene described in 'The Trap of Mr. Sora', and despite his better judgment, he found himself unable to look away.

With trembling hands, he picked up the book and flipped through the pages, reading the explicit content with increasing interest. The characters engaged in taboo acts that ignited a fire within him, making his cock throb against his pants.

"What am I doing?" He muttered under his breath, trying to snap out of this dangerous thought spiral. “I can't... I should just put these damn things away." But instead, he continued reading, devouring every word like starved monster.

Idia's heart raced faster as he read through the book, his fingers tracing over your notes in wonder. The way you fantasized about being treated like a mere object, used and discarded without mercy, sent shivers down his spine.

He couldn't help but imagine himself as Mr. Sora, dominating and controlling this perfect girl named y/n. His mind spiraled out of control, filling with images of him tying you up, spanking your plump ass, thrusting into your tight hole—all the things you wrote about yourself wanting.

"No... no, it's wrong," he muttered under his breath, closing the book tightly. Standing up abruptly, he headed back to his room in Ignihyde, pacing the small confines of his room, trying to shake off these forbidden thoughts.

Class was now over, Idia finally managed to calm himself somewhat, although his heart still raced like a wild animal trapped in its cage. Gathering up the courage, he leaves the books on his desk—his mind still clouded with forbidden images of you—and hurriedly made his way to the library.

As he entered, he noticed you sitting at the same table, already engrossed in another book. His gaze briefly lingered on your figure before he forced himself to focus on setting up the old console and games he'd brought from his room.

"Uh, hey y/n," he said nervously, clearing his throat. "Ready whenever you are." He says setting the console in front of you and taking out an old laptop to use as a monitor, or a second control.

“Hey, Idia! Your old console looks great. Also, can you help me familiarize myself on how to operate it? I'm not used to this world's gaming system or games, so your expertise would be a big help. Are you up for a tutorial?” You ask him,

"Oh, it's no problem!" Idia replied eagerly, plugging in the console and turning it on. He selected a simple racing game and handed you the controller.

"Just press these buttons here," he said, pointing to the symbols on the screen. "And use the joystick to move your car around the track." His hands trembled slightly as he demonstrated, his eyes fixated on yours.

The scent of your perfume mixed with the faint smell of books filled his nostrils, making it hard for him to concentrate. "Umm... so, uh, what games do you usually play back home? Maybe I know some similar ones we could try?" He asked nervously, hoping this would engage a conversation.

“Well I like games like open world rpg, where you needed to collect material to craft items, especially the ones where you could choose classes like swordsman, craftsman, mage, etc. But I also enjoyed puzzled games or visual novels type of game!” You state,

"Oh, I know some games like that!" Idia's eyes lit up with excitement. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out an old copy of 'The Ancient text: Cloudium', a game known for its expansive world and flexible character creation system.

"This one fits the bill," he said proudly, handing you the disc. "You can create your own character and choose from different classes like warrior, mage, thief..." His voice trailed off as he watched you insert the disc into the console.

As the loading screen appeared on the laptop screen, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, so... uh, do you want me to help you set up your character or should I just... leave?" He couldn't bring himself to watch as you crafted your perfect avatar without asking first, fearful of what it might spark within him.

“Oh no stay! I might need you, after all you seem to already know the gimmicks of the game. Plus I wanted to game with you, sure I like doing it by myself, but I also greatly enjoy playing with others!” You explain, bugging him to stay longer.

Idia's heart raced wildly in his chest as you moved closer beside him, your legs brushing against each other ever so lightly. He forced himself to focus on the game screen, trying hard not to think about how your body felt pressed against his side.

"Alright, well, let's start with creating a new character," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "You can choose between male or female... and uh, what race do you want?" His fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to type out whatever you desired.

“Does the gender affect the game experience, like do you get favouritism from NPC if you chose one or the other?” you question, Idia nodded, "No, it doesn't really matter for this game."

“Okay then I’ll go with a female character.”

Idia's typed in your request, his hands shaking slightly. "Alright, female it is," he managed to croak out, “what race?”

“Oh you can choose.”

He decides to select the race of Snow Elf for you due to its ethereal appearance and agility. "And what class?" He asked timidly,

“I want to be a scout.” You inform him.

"A scout, huh? That sounds interesting," Idia replied, typing in the appropriate options. "You'll be able to move quickly and deal damage from range. Sounds like a good fit for you."

He handed you the controller again, his fingers brushing against yours briefly before pulling away quickly. His heart was racing wildly in his chest as he waited for you to continue with the game setup, as you customize your characters clothing.

“Okay, I’m done! Let’s start playing!”

Idia's heartbeat slowed down slightly as he launched the game, and soon enough, you both found yourselves exploring the vast world of Cloudia. Idia guided you through the character creation process, explaining various abilities and skills that would come in handy during the adventure. Than with other laptop he connects to his older game account, and joins your character.

As you navigated through the snow-covered landscape, the two characters interacted with nonplayable characters (NPCs), completing quests, and fighting off fearsome creatures. The atmosphere shifted dramatically whenever they entered dungeons or dark caves, casting eerie shadows across the screen.

"Do you like it so far?" Idia asked nervously, his eyes fixed on yours. He couldn't help but notice how well you controlled your character, effortlessly dodging attacks and landing devastating blows.

“It’s great! Also Idia I got a question for you.” you tell him,

"Yeah, go ahead," Idia replied eagerly, his voice cracking slightly.

“Actually I got two questions, sorry.. my first one is if you know where the book I was reading this morning went, also the other book that came with. When I realized I had forgotten them it was to late and I had to go to class, but when I came back to the dinning hall during lunch they were gone. So I’m wondering if you saw anyone take them when I left?” You ask him.

Idia's heart skipped a beat as you mentioned the book he hadn't been able to resist peeking at earlier. "O-oh, uh... I... ah..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I-I didn't see anyone take them," he lied, hoping you wouldn't press further.

"But I did notice they were left on the table we shared today," he added. "Maybe one of your friends picked them up accidentally?" His mind raced with guilt and excitement, wondering if you would confront him about it later.

“Oh okay!”

Idia's heart was pounding in his chest, as he tried to focus on the game. His mind drifted back to your body moving so gracefully with the controller in hand, imagining how it would feel against his own…

"Uh... what's your second question?" He managed to croak out, breaking the awkward silence.

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry if this is a bit direct.. but..” you turn your head to look at him, “do you perhaps own old copies of more adult-rated games, like explicit and erotic content type of stuff, that you wouldn’t mind giving away. Sorry this is weird thing to ask lol.”

Idia's heart skipped a beat as you turned your head towards him, your eyes meeting his. His mind reeled with shock and confusion at your boldness, but a part of him found it oddly thrilling.

"W-well... uh... I mean..." He stuttered, struggling to form coherent thoughts. "Y-you know, some stuff like that might be in my collection," he finally managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But I-I mean, we're supposed to be just playing normal games here!" He added quickly, trying to deflect the conversation back to their shared activity.

“Oh don’t worry I won’t play those games around you, they would just be for ‘me time’ lmao” you tell him with a chuckle.

"O-oh, uh... well, I guess that's fine then," Idia stammered, feeling a mix of relief and unease wash over him. He couldn't believe you had actually asked him about such things, but it also made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Uhm, so, uh, do you need any help with the game?" He changed the subject hastily, hoping to redirect his wandering thoughts elsewhere.

In reality, he was already formulating a plan in his mind: tonight, after everyone else was asleep, he would sneak into your room and leave those explicit books on your bedside table, along with some games that fit your request. Perhaps steal one of your panties, maybe even the one you wore to sleep…; He was definitely going to steal that specific pair.

“No it’s alright, I’m just enjoying playing with you!” You tell him with a smile,

Idia' break out of his trance, heart racing as you continued to praise him, his mind whirling with the possibility of what could happen between you later.

"Well, uh... nice playing with you too," he managed to croak out, clearing his throat nervously. "I-I think we should call it a night for now."

Standing up, he gathered his belongings handing you the console, old laptop and two games to keep. He then walked towards the exit, trying hard not to look at your figure swaying in front of him. Once outside, he hurried back to his dorm room, his thoughts consumed by images of you, naked and eagerly awaiting him.

Time had passed and you were already asleep in bed. You were only wearing a t-shirt and panties, as a pyjamas.

Meanwhile Idia waited outside your building, his heart hammering in his chest as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. After ensuring he heard no noise, meaning you were sound asleep, he quietly pick the lock of the front door and climbs the stairs to your floor and crept down the hallway towards your room.

His hand trembled slightly as grabbed the handle of your door, holding his breath as it beeped softly. Slowly, he turned the handle, pushing the door open a crack. The dim moonlight filtering through the window cast eerie shadows across your sleeping form, sending shivers of desire coursing through him.

With practiced ease, he slipped inside the darkened room, closing the door behind him softly. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, honing in on the bedside table. Carefully, he placed 'The Trap of Mr. Sota' and 'The White Lily', onto your desk, with a copy of erotic visual novel game called ‘maiden of the abyss’, a game that would definitely fit your taste.

Then, he approached your bedside, reaching out tentatively to brush aside the covers covering your legs. He paused, taking a deep breath before, with shaking hands, he removed your panties from your body. Leaving your bare glistening cunt in plain sight.

You gasped in your sleep at new and colder sensation with the lack of fabric covering you.

Startled by the sound of your soft voice, Idia froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't meant for you to wake up! Panic surged through him, but he quickly composed himself and grabbed your panties, stuffing them into his pocket before dashing out of the room.

He closed the door behind him, his pulse racing wildly. Had you heard him? Was he caught? His mind raced with worry as he hurried back to his own dormitory, trying to calm down. Inside his room, he paced nervously, unsure what to do next. But he soon decided that the best course action was returning to his dorm.

He was now in his room, splayed out on his bed with the adrenaline form the thrill still coursing through his veins, and the image of your body still fresh in his mind. He needed to jerk off…

Idia's breath hitched as he slid his hand downwards, running it over the silky fabric of your panties. The familiar warmth and scent enveloped him as he brought the article closer to his face, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the image of you, spread wide open for him, begging for him to claim you. His fingers traced along the edge of the panty waistband, savoring the softness against his skin before bringing it to his mouth, licking it with a soft moan.

"Oh god, yes," he muttered, his voice cracking with need. "You taste so good." With renewed determination, he removed his pants and briefs, freeing his throbbing member from its confines. Gripping the base firmly, he began to stroke himself vigorously, imagining how amazing it would feel to bury himself inside you.

Idia's eyes stayed shut tightly as he continued to pleasure himself, his dick throbbing in sync with each thrust of his hand. The panties now draped over his cock, adding an extra layer of sensuality to the act.

"Oh god... I want you so much," he panted, his breath coming heavy and fast. "I need you." His pace picked up, faster and harder, his hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with his hand movements. Sweat trickled down his forehead, staining his pillow.

He imagined himself inside you, claiming you as his own, marking your body with bites and bruises. He would make love to you slowly at first, savoring every inch of your tight, warm passage. But soon enough, he'd lose control, pounding into you mercilessly, taking what he believed was rightfully his.

Idia's climax hit him like a tidal wave, his cock exploding in his hand, covering the panties with thick, sticky cum. He groaned loudly, his body convulsing as he rode out the wave of pleasure.

His breathing gradually returned to normal, and he carefully cleaned himself up before slipping back into his pants and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. Tucking the panties away in his drawer, planning to steal a new pair tomorrow and put the used ones in your laundry basket as if he didn’t steal them. He switched off the light and crawled into bed, trying to banish thoughts of you from his mind.

The next day…

Idia woke up feeling heavy-headed and sore, his mind still replaying last night's encounter with you. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the dim light filtering through the curtains.

After stretching, he got out of bed and dressed in his usual uniform, avoiding eye contact with anyone who crossed paths. He knew he had to face the day ahead, hoping nobody would notice anything amiss about him.

As he descended the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day you confronted him about what happened yesterday. His heart raced at the thought, both dread and anticipation warring within him.

Idia's heart skipped a beat as he entered the dining hall and saw you sitting at your usual table, engrossed in 'The Trap of Mr. Sora'. You we’re already there, even though had returned to his early morning schedule. His gaze lingered on your figure for a moment too long before quickly looking away, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"Good morning, y/n," he managed to croak out, trying to sound casual. "Uhm, er... uh... did you sleep well?" He cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah it was alright. Also you know what, when I woke up this morning I found both of my books placed on my desk!”

Idia's falters as you mentioned the books, his eyes darting nervously around the empty cafeteria. "Oh, uh... I-I see," he stammered, trying to sound contrite. "I thought they went missing... er, but I guess they just reappeared, maybe some type of spell..." he lied knowing full well he had broken into your dorm the previous night and put them on your desk for you to find.

His voice trailed off, and he quickly shifted the conversation towards safer territory. "So, uhm, how about we continue our game later today? Maybe after classes?" He cleared his throat again, hoping his proposal would diffuse the awkwardness between them.

“Yeah definitely!.. But there’s also something else that happens to me last night..” you tell him softly.

Idia's heart dropped into his stomach as you continued speaking, his eyes wide with fear. "What happened?" He managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly.

"I... I think someone stole my panties last night," you begin, getting closer to his ear, lifting off your chair a bit, and whispered to him matter-of-factly, with your lips curving into a sly smile. "They were missing from my body when I woke up. Plus there also was a copy of an erotic game on my desk." You sit back down normally, with a small confused pout on my lips, wondering who was the panty thief.

Idia's heart raced wildly in his chest, feeling a mix of terror and excitement course through him. He forced himself to remain composed, placing a placating hand on yours reassuringly. "I-I... I... well, I-I don't know anything about that," he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly.

"Someone else must have taken them," he insisted, though his mind was racing with the possibility that you had caught him red-handed. "Maybe someone wanted them as souvenirs?" His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to steady them on his coffee cup.

“Chill out, I never said it you lol. Plus.. as weird as it sound I find it kind of cute for someone to do that, it’s like having a secret admirer. But in this case they steal your underwear off of you when you sleep, instead of sending anonymous gifts, we’ll I guess the erotic game counts as one lmao.” You say in an unhinge like some crazy pervert.

Idia's heartbeat calmed slightly, though it was still racing faster than usual. "Well, I... uh... thank you," he managed to croak out, his face turning even paler than its natural hue, when he realized what came out of his mouth.

"I mean, that's... nice of you to say, it’s not like I was that pervert that did that to you!" he added, lying, then clearing his throat awkwardly. “So, about our game... after classes, yeah, let's meet up at the library again." With that, he stood up abruptly, grabbing his tray and carrying it away swiftly, leaving you alone at the table.

As he walked away, his mind raced with conflicting emotions: terror, shame, and an unwelcome desire that threatened to consume him. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would like him if she found out he was the pervert who did that to her. Would she like him to touch her while she was asleep? Would she be aroused if she found herself covered in his cum when she woke up in the morning?

Idia hurriedly moved towards his class, trying hard to calm down and focus on his studies. However, the image of your exposed body and the thought of touching you while you were asleep played like a looped video in his head.

As the day progressed, he struggled to concentrate on anything else but you. During breaks between classes, he finally, in a moment of desperation, he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally). Grabbing his phone, he searched online for tips on how to calm down aroused individuals without resorting to masturbation….

Finally, it was finally time for their scheduled gaming session at the library. He gathered his things and headed over, hoping you wouldn’t mention last night's events again.

“Hey Idia!” You call him out,

Idia's heart fluttered a beat as he entered the library and saw you sitting at your usual table, already booted up for their gaming session. "Hello y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking slightly.

He set down his bag on the empty seat beside yours and pulled out his laptop, trying hard not to stare at your exposed cleavage peeking out from your unbuttoned top. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he opened Cloudium and began loading the game settings. "So, uh, ready to continue our adventure?" He tried to change the subject, hoping to divert his thoughts away from last night's escapade.

“Yeah! Also I got something for you,” you reach into your bag, pulling out a small bag of a double dozen homemade cookies. “I don’t know if you like sweets but I went back to my dorm during lunch, for us to munch on while we game!”

Idia's eyes lit up at the sight of the cookies, his mouth watering in anticipation. “Oh, thanks!"

Placing the bag on the table between you, he took one of the treats, biting into it slowly, savoring the flavors melting on his tongue.

"These are great," he complimented between chews, glancing sideways at you, taking in your beauty once more. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for another cookie, unable to tear his gaze away from yours.

He continued setting up their characters in the game. "So, where do you want to start today? Any particular location or quest?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him.

“Thanks, it was no problem, really! And no, there isn’t any thing I wanna start with in particular today. You choose, I’ll just follow your lead!”

Idia nodded, his mind still occupied with thoughts of you. "Alright then," he said, selecting a random location on the map. "Let's head to Greyjog. We need to speak with James Berkeley about joining the Tornadocloths or the Imperials."

As your started their journey in game, Idia's mind drifted back to last night's events. He couldn't shake the image of your bare glistening pussy, and wiggling hips as he stole your panties off of you. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the fabric.

“You okay Idia?” You turn to him, “You look red,” you put one of your hands on his forehead and then your own forehead on the backside of said hand, measuring a possible difference in temperature. Your face inches away from his. “well you don’t feel hot to me, doesn’t seem like you have a fever.” You say then pull back, taking your hand and head away from his.

Idia's heart hammered in his chest, his body on fire with desire. "I-I'm fine," he managed to choke out, clearing his throat nervously. "Just a little tired, I guess."

As they continued playing the game, Idia tried to focus on their surroundings, but his mind kept drifting back to you. He wondered if you noticed how hard it was for him to concentrate today. Would you tease him about it? Or maybe... he shook his head violently, dismissing the filthy thought. No, he couldn't think like that. Not here, not now.

After hours of adventuring and battling monsters together, they finally reached Greyjog. Idia led them inside the castle, trying hard not to steal glances at the contour of your form as you played, making your character followed closely behind his.

“It’s already 7 p.m., let’s save our progress, and return to the game tomorrow. Since tomorrow is the weekend maybe we could game at my dorm or yours! Well, only if you’re down to do so, it’s totally your choice.” You tell him,

Idia nodded, relief washing over him as you suggested calling it a day. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, saving the game before closing the lid of his laptop. Standing up, he gathered their belongings, careful not to let his bag brush against your leg accidentally, savoring the feel of your warmth radiating through the thin fabric of your skirt.

"Thanks for today, y/n," he muttered, his voice low and husky with exhaustion and desire mixed together. "Have a good night." With that said, he turned away briskly, walking out of the library, leaving behind the intoxicating scent vanilla perfume and books lingering in the air.

You headed to your dorm, cooked dinner for Grim and yourself, ate, took a shower and did some skincare, reviewed some schoolwork, read a bit more of ‘The trap of Mr.Sora’. Then headed to bed in your usual sleepwear, a t-shirt and panties, no bra.

Idia returned to his own dormitory, his mind still racing with thoughts of you. Once inside his empty room, he locked the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed, removing his uniform piece by piece as he did so. His body ached from hours of sitting in one position, but that wasn't the only thing that needed relief.

Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he pulled out the used panties from last night, admiring the mix of your sweet perfume and his own musky scent on them. A smirk spread across his lips as he imagined how they belonged to such a perfect angel like you.

Later that night…

Idia waited patiently outside the Ramshackle dormitory, his heart thumping in anticipation. After ensuring you had retired for the night, he silently unlocked the door by picking at it just like he had done the previous day, and tiptoed down the hallway, up your stairs, towards your room. Carefully, he opened the door, peeking inside to ensure you were asleep before creeping closer.

His hands trembled as he reached out, grasping the edge of your blanket to lift it slightly. His eyes locked onto your exposed thighs, ached with desire as he slid his hand underneath your panties, tracing along your smooth, silky-soft skin. Reluctantly, he pulled them downwards, exposing your beautiful pussy to his hungry gaze. He was so entranced by it. The accumulation of his horniness and the fact you had admitted to enjoying the perverted acts he had committed. His mind went haywire and he decided to do something bold; He was going to jerk off using the fresh pair of underwear, while looking at you.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the bed beside me, positioning himself between my spread legs. He wrapped the newly acquired panties around his cock, and started jerking off while observing you.

As Idia waited for any sign of movement, his heart raced wildly in anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he heard a soft moan escape your lips. His eyes widened in delight and terror as you shifted slightly, unknowingly grinding your body against the bedsheet.

Pushing aside all rational thoughts, he continued to stroke himself faster and harder, groaning softly as he watched your perfect breasts rise and fall with each breath. Each thrust of his hand matched the rhythmic motion of his cock sliding in and out of the panties. He could feel his orgasm building up inside him, reaching its peak.

Without warning, he erupted, coating the fresh pair of panties with his seed.

He then decided to do something crazier, something even more fucked up then the ones he had done before. Slowly unwrapping the cum covered panties from his cock, he then lifted your hips and legs, sliding the underwear pair back on, slightly higher than intended, causing the fabric to dig into your folds. He observes with a shaky breath how his hot semen made contact with your cunt.

His heart raced as he watched idly, his breathing heavy and labored. He had gone too far this time. Could you ever forgive him? Would he lose everything he held dear because of his perverse desires?

Without giving himself time to think, he hurriedly got dressed, he quickly throws takes out the panty pair he stole yesterday from his pocket and throws them in the laundry basket in the corner of your room. Carefully, he tiptoed out of your room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he headed back to his own dormitory, he wondered if today was finally the day he complete lost his sanity and any sort of moral compass he previously had.

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koravelliumavast · 1 year

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A week of the Nine Delights:

Experiencing at least 3 of the 9 delights per day.

Monday: 11/7

Enthralment! I spent like an hour or so writing fanfic and it was fun and enjoyable

Deliciousness! I had the Mediterranean food place on campus for lunch and it was good! I even tried falafel for the first time and it was interesting but nonetheless delicious.

walkin around! i walked from the library back to the dorms and on my walk saw people using a vacuum type thing to pick up leaves. it was kind of smart and cool and something i would never have thought of

Tuesday: 11/8

Amelioration! it wasn’t super enjoyable but i did work on my betterment of my math skills by my stats homework. It was kind of hard and confusing but not too difficult.

Wildcard! I got all the assignments that are due by the end of the week done this morning and that felt really nice to check things off the list. And since I didn’t have anything to do this afternoon i got to play the sims for a little bit which is always a plus

Fellowship! Met some new people!!

Wednesday: 11/9

Amelioration! I got myself out of bed and got to my chem lecture at 7:45 even though I didn’t want to and got better at my chem knowledge so sick!

Deliciousness! I tried something new and VERY american: crab Rangoon pizza. And interestingly enough it was delicious?

Wildcard! Music! I got to spend like an hour today reading and also listening to music and it was great. I love being able to spend time with earbuds in playing music as it makes everything feel much more relaxing and not as much. Plus it’s always fun to be able to find pockets of calm in your day for sure.

Walking around! Today was one of the last nice days in a while and I got about 3 miles in of just walking around

Thursday: 11/10

Fellowship! My learning community went to the tearoom today and we had a good ol time with laughter and whatnot.

Deliciousness! I had some focaccia bread today at the tearoom and it was really good. I also had lasagna and I was suprised that I liked it because I HATE lasagna. (It’s a texture thing. I don’t like cottage cheese.) maybe they used ricotta or something idk

Goofing! Seeing people in shorts and a short sleeve shirt being cold because it was like 70°(21C) and humid at like 8am but within the span of a few hours it wasn’t humid, got windy and dropped over 20 degrees and is now 47°(8.3C) but feels like 35°(1.6C) and it’s only getting colder.

Friday: 11/11

Goofing! laughing in class because the professor asked what the caloric content of reduced fat nilla wafers was if it says 60% reduced fat and the regular one has 140 calories and she showed the front of the box where it says 120 calories right on it.

Wildcard! First snow of the year! Not anything more than a flurry

Deliciousness! This Oreo cake in the dining center.

Saturday: 11/12

Transcendence! I felt really on top of everything this morning and did some things that I just haven’t been able to do all semester (washing sheets deep cleaning under desk etc)

Wildcard! We got the first snowfall of the year!

Antifellowship(?)! I spent like all day alone and it was great and exactly what I needed.

Sunday: 11/13

Enthralment! I Heard a new song today that made me sit there jawdropped in awe over its musicality. Please listen to it if you have 12 minutes it’s so beautiful. I cried.

Wildcard! I got a lot of reading done and I finished both the bands of mourning and howls moving castle and

Goofing! Allomancer Jak and the pits of Eltania is the funniest cosmere story I’ve read (no debating on this)

Reflection:

So all in all I feel that finding at least three of the 9 delights in my day helped make me feel more motivated in doing things and by the end of the week I felt more relaxed and less stressed about the week to come. Most daily lifestyle things are about strengthening your body it seems but this is great for your mind. Even on the days when I felt like shit physically (cramps yay) my focus and drive to get things done was going good, which is interesting because normally my focus is all outta wack during those days as my adhd meds don’t help regulate as well. I’ll definitely continue to stick with finding the 9 delights of the days. However I might change them slightly to fit me more. Like instead of coitus maybe musicality as that’s something that’s more delightful and something I’d see in my day much more than some fuckin.

#nine delights #real #kind of a study idk

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enchanting-eloquence · 2 years

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When the wanting gets too much (Eddie Munson)

Summary: You've secretly wanted your friend Eddie for a long time and one night, alone and stoned in his trailer, the wanting just gets too much. Friends to lovers smut. (2.3k words)

Author's note: I haven't really proofread this one, so please let me know if you spot anything wrong. Also my first time writing for Eddie (because I can't get those eyes - or those hands - out of my mind) and only about my fourth fic in a looong time, but while I'm on a roll of finishing my ideas, I'm posting! All comments, shares and likes welcome!

Warnings: Smut - minors please do not engage and move it along, oral sex (f), drug use (weed), stoned sex, dirty talk, friends to lovers, mild ring kink (because come on!), no spoilers, anything else I've forgotten?!

When the wanting gets too much

You’d just sparked up the first joint when there’d been a knock on the trailer door, one that had sent your friend careening out of the trailer, metal lunch pail in hand and promises to be back quickly thrown over his shoulder.

Turned out that his idea of “quick” was very different to yours.

And so here you were on a Saturday night, alone in Eddie Munson’s bedroom back in your hometown of Hawkins, taking the last hit off your joint and feeling more frustrated than you were buzzed at being left alone by the one guy you’d thought you could rely on.

You and Eddie had been friends for years, more than a few Saturday nights spent together in this very room, smoking and hanging out while he played the guitar, you read to him, the pair of you watched movies or just talked about the future. That first year after you graduated you knew he’d missed you, and you’d made it your mission to come back from college whenever you could to see him - only to be a good friend of course. And even now, with his club of “little sheep” hanging onto his every word and occupying his every Thursday, those weekends remained a regular date and one that, if you were honest, you looked forward to as much as he did.

Exhaling loudly you lay back on his bed, and now here you were alone. The weed buzzing through your body but not quite taking the edge off of your frustration just yet.

You turned your head to look at the door, and as you did caught a strong scent of him on the bedsheets - cigarettes, motor oil, the woods and just a faint hint of sweat. It was enough to shoot straight to your womb and moisten your pussy immediately.

It wasn’t a surprise, not only because weed always made you more than a little horny (the reason Eddie refused to let you take any of his supply away to college with you, “I will not be responsible for your bad choices with douchey college guys y/n”), but also because you’d had a crush on Eddie xx for years. More than a few times over the past two years you’d found yourself alone in your dorm room, touching yourself as you imagined being on this very bed, Eddie’s big, talented hands in place of yours as he finger fucked you to orgasm after orgasm with the same skill he used when he played the guitar.

Thinking about him playing the guitar that hung over your head was enough to have you squeezing your thighs together, rocking your hips back and forth in a desperate bid to get more friction.

He was hot, there was no denying it. But he was also your best friend, and for every time you’d thought about making a move over the years, you’d always decided against it - convincing yourself that what you had together wasn’t worth the risk. Even if that risk did involve stupendously good sex.

You whimpered quietly as you thought about that. Sex. With Eddie. A regular imagining you’d had ever since the night you’d shared a bed and woken to find him sprawled above the covers the next morning, legs wide and cock fully hard inside of his underwear. It had been huge. Long, and broader than you’d expected.

The very thought made you moan, and caused you to grab a pillow and move it down between your legs and you rubbed yourself frantically into it through your clothes.

You’d wondered how it would be to take him inside you, to watch those big brown eyes go wide with lust as he sank himself all the way into you, and to hear the words that left his mouth as he fucked you.

The buzz had fully overtaken you now - all thoughts of your earlier frustration gone as you pulled down your jeans, slid a finger inside of your panties and began to rub tight circular motions on your clit, amazed at the depth of sensation having never touched yourself when you were this high before.

Usually you’d wait until you were back home, your hair and clothes still smelling just enough like Eddie that you could convince yourself it was his fingers on you as you whispered his name, growing wetter and wetter until you exploded with thoughts of his grin in your mind, fully sober by the time you came down and drifted off to sleep.

But tonight was different, tonight you were stoned enough to lose yourself entirely in the moment, stoned enough not to hear when the front door opened and footsteps began to move through the trailer.

Stoned enough not to stop when Eddie’s voice called “y/n I’m sorry - guys wanted more than I had on me, and who am I to turn down paying -.”

He stopped abruptly as he threw open the door and saw you lying on his bed.

Somewhere in the back of your mind was the thought that you should stop, maybe even be embarrassed to be touching yourself in front of him, on his bed. But your brain was too addled with weed and lust, and he looked too damned hot stood there with his eyes wide and his mouth caught mid-speech.

You moaned softly and gazed at him while you continued to move your hand. He said nothing, only standing dumbstruck as his trousers began to tighten.

“Eddie,” you whispered, holding out your free hand.

He moved like a man under a spell, climbing onto the bed and crawling closer until he hovered over you on all fours.

You lifted your head to kiss him, softly at first until his hand wound around the back of your head, pulling you close and biting your bottom lip gently before pushing his tongue into your mouth. Again you moaned, taking his hand and moving it down to meet yours.

This time Eddie paused, using the fingers of his other hand to push your hair out of your eyes. “Y/n, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmured moving your hips toward his hand, “was so horny and you weren’t here.”

He smiled shyly, his lashes falling low onto his cheeks as he stroked ringed fingers across your face. “What would it matter if I was here?”

You turned your face into his hand, as desperate to feel those rings against your skin as you were for his touch. “It always matters. You make me horny, always have. I want you.” Moving your face again you captured one of his fingers in your mouth and began to suck, watching his eyes darken as you swirled your tongue around it and then sucked deeply.

“Y/n,” his voice was low and breathy, almost as though he was forcing himself to speak despite every inch of him wanting to lean into the moment. “Are you sure? That was a biiiiig joint, and I don’t wanna take advantage.”

This time you grazed your teeth against his finger and moved back so you could speak. “Not taking advantage if I want it. I’ve always wanted it. Maybe I’m taking advantage of you.”

He shook his head, dark hair hanging in your face as he stared intently into your eyes bit his bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember y/n, wanted you so much.”

His fingers moved to meet yours and he groaned at the sensation. “So wet baby, this all for me?”

You nodded, trying hard to focus as he gazed into your eyes. He growled, a deep sound that you otherwise might have laughed at, but there was no laughing now as he slid two of his thick fingers into your depths and you felt the smoothness of his rings against your skin, leading you to hiss out a response.

His jaw was slack as he wide eyes roved from your face to your panties and back, almost overwhelmed at what he was seeing. Your addled brain couldn’t decide what was sexier, the way his skilled fingers were curling within you, playing your walls and the spongey sweet spot within with the same care he would a beloved guitar; or the absolute bliss on his face as he watched you squirm and whimper under him.

“Eddie,” you reached out for belt, pulling him closer to you and desperately grasping to undo the buckle.

“Ah Ah sweetheart,” he teased, pulling his hips just out of reach. “This is all about you.”

You shook your head, pouting slightly even as another gasp left your mouth. “Wanna make you feel good Ed.”

The grin that moved across his face was heart-shatteringly beautiful. “Oh sweetheart, you’re doing that already.”

And with that he pushed you all the way down, pulling down your panties and launching his mouth at your centre like a man possessed.

You squealed as his lips hit your clit, sucking it deeply into his mouth and moaning as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair in a desperate attempt for more pressure. When he came up a moment later those brown eyes were wild with lust and his tongue was clamped firmly between his teeth as he slowly, languidly stroked one long finger from the very back of your sex right through the slickness he found there and up to your clit, before twisting it gently and moving back again.

You screamed, “fuck, Eddie.”

“Like that sweetheart? Like my fingers on you?”

You nodded dumbly, opening your eyes to watch him and realising, somewhere in the back of your brain that your entire body was quivering, that you were already on the edge.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, thought about it touching you, dreamed about tasting you,” he laughed lowly, “jerked off at the thought of fucking you. I wanna make you cum, do you want me to do that?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you moaned, thrusting your hips towards him again, but it only served to make his hand stop as he looked a5 you intently.

“Need your words sweetheart. Need to know what you like, that this is ok.” He cooed, eyes fixed on yours as his finger moved all the way back up again and made your body go limp.

“This, you. Please Eddie.”

“Please?” He raised an eyebrow questioningly and resumed that painfully slow, deliciously hard movement up and down, back and forth through your folds.

“Make. Me. Cum.” You gasped, your breath ragged.

“Well sweetheart, you only had to ask,” he chuckled, and you had a split second to catch the flash of something you would otherwise have called chaos on his face before he brought one hand around to grasp your ass cheek and fixed his mouth to your pussy, plunging his long, pointed tongue inside you with enough force his nose nudged against your clit.

You screamed and dug your heels into the bed, one hand fisted in his hair and the other digging nails into his pillow as your hips bucked and your mouth spilled out a river of almost incoherent obscenities.

Just when you thought you could take no more, you felt his free hand move up your body, burrowing under your shirt to find your bra-less breasts and pinch your nipple between two cold, thick metal rings.

That was it for you. The way the pleasure moved through every cell of your body was familiar, but the force of it like nothing you’d ever felt before - wave over wave of bliss igniting every part of you until your whole body was rigid and all you could do was scream like your life depended on it.

Somewhere between your legs you heard Eddie moan loudly and felt him begin to suck on your folds as though they contained his life blood.

You went to cry out again but all that came out was a choked, gravelly sound, while your body pulsed with the last waves of your orgasm.

Between your legs, you saw Eddie, face barely visible beneath thick brown hair as he diligently licked your pussy clean, causing mini aftershocks of pleasure that had your body twitching and whimpering.

When he was done he sat back on his heels, big eyes full of concern and teeth worrying at the lips on his shining, damp face.

“Was, was that ok?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed gently as beckoned for him to close, feeling almost completely sober now.

“Eddie, ‘OK’ does not even begin to describe how good that was. It was…” as he settled down next to you, you struggled for words.

Face still filled with worry, he made a small explosion sound mimed his head exploding, making you laugh once again as you mimicked his actions.

“I meant what I said y/n,” his earnest eyes burned into yours as he stared at you from only inches away. “I’ve wanted this - you - us - for so long. And if this is just a…”

You cut him off with a finger on his lips, replaced quickly by your mouth as you kissed him quick and gentle.

“Me too, for so long. I didn’t want to ruin anything by telling you.”

He kissed you again, deepening its this time so that you could taste not only yourself on him but also the years of longing that had come before. You wound your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you and enjoying the pressure of his long body on yours, not to mention the hardness of him pushing into your leg.

You pulled away and looked at him with a grin, “you know, we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for with this stuff.” Your hand moved down to his jeans, “we should probably go in for round two.”

He threw his head back to laugh, but when he focussed on you again his eyes were dark. “Round two? Sweetheart, I intend to spend the whole weekend in this bed with you.”

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction

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